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29 Temmuz 2022, 20:29
After the rather stimulating, and somewhat confusing, afternoon, Sam and I went down to dinner and had a very sophisticated meal with brandy afterwards on the terrace. Afterwards we returned to the room and went off to sleep in our respective beds with no more incident. We were both more taken with our roles as Audrey Hepburn and Sophia Loren and happy to dream that Cary Grant was about to emerge from the bathroom rubbing his wet hair with a towel. It was that sort of atmosphere. The next morning I don?t think that either of us were feeling particularly lively let alone sexy and we went about our own rituals fairly quietly, keeping out of each others way before going down to breakfast. I did notice, without commenting, that Sam lifted the new purple lingerie out of her bag as she disappeared into the bathroom to dress. After a breakfast of fruit and yogurt and some decadent pastries we hit the shops. With the warm sun and bustling streets, our moods seemed to lift and pretty soon we were laughing and joking at the fashions, both in the shops and on the passers by. We went for the designer shops bahis şirketleri (http://www.nebme.com/) and sections of the department stores and tried on outfit after outfit. My threat from last night did drift across my mind a couple of times and I rather thought that it was also on Samantha?s mind as she seemed to pay fairly careful regard to changing room doors and wasn?t too keen on anything with only a curtain. Despite my comments on the train, there weren?t many communal changing rooms but we did end up in one in which she made sure to place herself between me and the curtain, stayed fully clothed until I was undressed before hurriedly ripping off her loose white linen shirt and pulling a dress over her black trousers before I was re-dressed. I smiled to myself but said nothing. Instead I set about thinking through various scenarios trying to hatch a plan. I seemed to be getting a wee bit interested again. And thinking about it, it was when she pulled off her shirt and I was momentarily looking at her in that lacy purple bra with silky satin panels and lacy straps. It was front fastening and the strap at the bahis firmaları (http://www.nebme.com/) back was as delicate as a ribbon. Any bit of wonder she managed to get into her outfit before I did. I had stood gaping at her. I made a couple of comments in shops about her maybe looking for some more sexy underwear and encouraged her to try on a stupidly tight and short skirt - which she sensibly refused to do. The banter was building a bit, and she began to retaliate with comments about my larger breasts and more curvaceous figure. She suggested that my backside may not fit into some items and that others would result in cleavage that a man could fall into and get lost. A bit personal, even bordering on the intimate. Oh la la! In a large and fairly mediocre department store we came across a corner of the ladies wear department selling surprisingly expensive and exclusive designer wear on a more casual, even sporty theme. I spotted a grey jersey knit cotton skirt with an elasticated waist band and hem and bounced over to Samantha with it, pressing her to try it on. She wasn?t keen but I bubbled with enthusiasm, explaining kaçak bahis siteleri (http://www.nebme.com/) that it would accentuate the long line of her body and legs and curvy, sexy bum. I said it with such sincerity that I think she was really rather flattered. Which is okay because I meant it. It is quite true. I explained that the beauty was that the way the skirt was made, you could so easily wear it whatever height looked good. It was stretchy and you could even roll the waist band to lift it a bit. I grabbed a sort of sporty hooded top in navy and said it would be perfect with it. She was totally unconvinced by this bit but I said she should just try it on to explore a look. It wasn?t as if she needed to buy it. She relented and looked around for the changing rooms. I even thought that I saw a sudden suspicion come over her face and was as relieved as she seemed to be when we both spotted that right behind us, in our section of the floor, was a row of cubicles with wooden doors - no room for me to pull back a curtain at an embarrassing moment or anything. Reassured, Samantha went in and I mooched around with the handful of other friends and boyfriends standing outside the cubicles waiting, shouting encouragement or questions at the row of doors or running over to locate alternative sizes and squeeze them though partially opened doors.