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 ï>¿Girlfriends Dress

   My girlfriend, after a kinky Saturday in which she was dominated by me,
for a change, confessed her desires to be shown off.  I knew about her
interest in exhibitionism, and in her great interest in showing me off,
humiliating me, and dominating me in general, but her desire to be "forced"
to show off was a surprise.  Generally, if she wanted to flaunt her
wonderful body, she did.  I didn't think she needed my help to do it.

   "No," she explained.  "I like the uncertainty of it, the surprise.  When
I do it, I know what's going to happen.  What thrills me even more than
being exposed is not knowing when or how it's going to happen."

   I understood that - that's what thrilled me about being dominated by
her. Not knowing what she was going to make me do; that was a turn-on.

   "Ok, hon, then let me think of ways for you to play too."

   A few days later we were at the mall.  The local discount store, the one
that sells "seconds" and slightly imperfect items, was having a sale.  D.
wanted to shop there anyway, even though we hadn't talked about her
dominating me or me coming up with a way for her to be shown off and
surprised about it.

   Once inside, D.  found a few business suits to wear.  I have a good eye
for clothes for her, so I was helping her look.  I found a perfect white
dress for her; knee length, button down from the top to the bottom. 
Definitely not for work, but I thought I could have some fun with that.  I
picked one out for her that was too small by a size, or maybe two.  Just
like she had done with me with the lycra shorts a few weeks previous.

   "Hey, honey, try this on!"

   She looked at it, looked at the size, and smiled.  "Ok, be right out."

   After trying on the business suits and modeling them for me, and
deciding to buy two, she went back into the dressing room to try on the
white dress.

   When she came out, my heart almost stopped.  Of course it was way too
small, but I was surprised how well it fit her.  It molded her body, very
tight around her thin waist, and around her breasts, they were forced up
and together.  She had obviously taken her bra off by her hard nipples that
poked out against the material.  I couldn't tell she had taken her knickers
off, too, until she turned around for me.  The dress wasn't too thin, but
being so tight on her, it showed she wasn't wearing knickers.  It was
naughty, but wasn't nearly as nasty as when she had dressed in just high
heels and a raincoat and had spent all day exposing herself.  The buttons
could be strategically undone, of course, which we both realized, but I had
something even better in mind.

   "You look great it in, hon.  Let's buy that.  I have an idea..."

   Of course she was curious, but I told her she would find out what I had
planned soon enough.

   Once I had some time to myself, a few days later, I carefully took a
razor blade and cut several of the lines of thread holding all of the
buttons on.  A few, like the ones on the bottom of the dress, where I
started, were barely hanging on.  I left the ones higher, around her waist
and breasts, a little less cut - the tightness would do the job for me.

   Aside from the usual tv watching, going out to dinner and movies and the
occasional play, hiking and stuff, D.  and I both love to read.  We save
lots of money by making trips to the library every week or two.  Our books
were due that Thursday night, so I thought it would be the perfect time for
some "fun." We can drop our books off at any library in town - there are
many to chose from.  I figured we could go to a branch on the other side of
town, which would be more anonymous for us.

   After work Thursday, we ate a quick dinner, then I had D.  jump in the
shower while I got her dress out.  When I had asked her if she was
interested in playing a little exhibitionism game, her eyes lit up.

   I dried her off carefully, then knelt and slipped her feet into a pair
of white heels she has.  I then took her dress off the hanger (unbuttoned
already) and put it on her.  She still had no idea that the buttons were
barely hanging on, and I wasn't going to tell her.  I carefully buttoned
the dress, and was relieved when none of the buttons came off.  It would be
a complete surprise.

   She was curious and tried to get me to tell her what I had planned.  I
told her that she looked fabulous and sexy in the dress, and that, even if
nothing else happened, I would be thrilled and turned on by what she was
wearing.  I think she didn't believe me completely, but was willing to stop
pestering me.

   She did look fabulous.  The idea of being on display in that dress, even
though it covered everything, was turning her on.  Her nipples poked
against the fabric, her breasts strained against the material.  I added a
white hat with the local college's logo on it, and she looked like a co-ed.
The hat would also help disguise her; if the night turned out as planned, I
didn't want anyone able to identify exactly what she looked like...  at
least, they wouldn't be able to identify her hair or her face very well -
just her whole body!

   Driving to the library, I pulled her skirt up around her waist to play
with her clit with my hand.  Unfortunately, it was too dark for anyone to
notice.  That would change at the library.

   We arrived at the city's second largest branch, way across town.  I told
her she had about fifteen minutes to pick out a few books for herself,
which I would check out on my card.  She was to pick them out, give them to
me, then await my instructions.

   I held my breath, waiting for one of the buttons to go before I was
ready, ruining the surprise.  I saw several of the breast buttons started
to work loose, but I don't think D.  noticed.  Giving her a time limit kept
her mind focused on finding the books she wanted - though she was also
mindful of the looks she got from the few men there.

   She found me in the back of the library fifteen minutes later and handed
me three books she had picked out.  I had a few of my own, and told her I
would go check them out, put them in the car, and then come back inside and
find her after a while.

   In the meantime, I told her, she was to put her hands behind her back. I
pulled a piece of tan thread that was from her sewing kit at home, and
showed it to her.  Then I turned her around and tied a loop of thread
around each wrist, connected by a short piece of thread.  I stood back and
looked; to the casual observer, it just looked like D.  had one hand held
in the other, behind her back, with her wrists crossed.  Like anyone who
was walking and browsing at the books on the shelves might walk.

   When she felt me tying her wrists together, she leaned back against me
and moaned.  It seemed that the bondage part, in public, also turned her
on.

   "Ohh, what are you doing?!"

   "Relax, dearest.  The thread can barely be seen, and then only if you
are looking closely.  And if you absolutely have to, you can easily pull
your wrists apart and break the thread." I paused for effect.  "But if this
thread is broken before we get home, I will be VERY disappointed in you!"

   The sound that came out was somewhere between a moan and a whimper.

   "I want you to wander around the library, especially where men are
standing or reading.  If you see someone who seems to enjoy looking at you,
of course you should stand up straighter, even push your chest out, pull
your arms back to "stretch," stand on your tiptoes to look at books on the
higher shelves, or whatever you want."

   "And if you're really good, I'll give you a surprise later." Would I -
when those buttons went, she would be surprised.

   "Whatever happens, I really do expect your wrists to be still tied
together when we get home tonight.  Agreed?"

   "Ya ya yes," she stuttered.  I turned her around, gave her a deep kiss,
then took the books to check them out.  I steered her towards a table with
a high-school aged boy studying, and suggested she look for books near that
table, to start with.

   She told me later what had happened while I checked out the books and
took them to the car.

   She walked over to near where the young man was studying and looked at
some books on a shelf that half faced him.  He wasn't paying attention to
her, so she spread her legs wide, hoping he would see that out of the
corner of his eyes.

   She told me how absolutely taken aback she was when, spreading her legs
to tighten the fabric on her legs more, all of the buttons up to right
below her crotch dramatically popped off!  The boy looked up to D. 
standing with her legs spread wide, and could see all the up to her inner
thighs.  She was looking down at her dress, trying to figure out what
happened, but looked up in time to see the boy's eyes widen as he stared at
her.  He looked at her a few seconds longer before noticing that he was
being watched by her, then blushed beat red and tried to return to
studying.

   D.  walked back down the row of books without bothering to pick up the
buttons.  She told me later that because of the cheap store we had bought
it at, and the fact that it was too small for her to begin with, she
thought the the buttons had just been too stressed and come off on their
own.

   She said she didn't realize that maybe that was my surprise until she
was standing before the magazine racks, where another young man was paging
through a magazine and stealing glances at her.  She turned her back to
him, and keeping her knees straight, bent over to look at a lower shelf. 
As she did so, she spread her legs slightly, and felt two more buttons pop,
right above the previous ones.  She said that she knew that, with her legs
even slightly spread, her crotch would be completely visible.  She said she
felt like breaking the thread then, to cover up, but thought she could get
away with it if she tried to emphasize her breasts, to keep anyone's gaze
from dropping down.

   So after giving the young man a nice long look at her panty-less ass in
the thin tight dress, she stood up and turned towards him.  She wanted to
see if thrusting her breasts out would keep him from looking down...  and
if it didn't, she later told me, well, that was ok too!  She was very
excited by the whole predicament, she said.

   As she stood up on her toes, thrust her breasts forward and pulled her
arms back, she told me, panting, later that night, it felt like something
just exploded, and she realized that this was my surprise.  Her
medium-to-large breasts, already crushed into the dress, put too much
strain on the thread of the buttons, and all but one, from the top to the
one right at her belly button, popped off.

   The young man, looking right at her, dropped the magazine he was
holding, he was so startled.  D.'s breasts were completely exposed to him,
as were her long legs and even her partially shaved pussy.  He picked up
his magazine, still starting.

   "I have to admit it, honey..." she told me a little later, in the car,
"I had an orgasm right there!  Just from the whole situation - standing
exposed to him, his staring, my breasts and pussy exposed, and right there
in the library!  The surprise of it, the helplessness of my hands being
tied behind my back...  wow!  I moaned, whimpered, and panted 'Yes, yes!' -
and he watched every second!"

   I saw that part of it, at least from the back.  I was standing near the
door, where the new books are located, pretending to browse through one,
while really watching her.  Several seconds later, when she was a little
calmer from her orgasm, she blew the man a kiss, as he stood still gawking
(with an erection that even I could see).  Then she turned around, and I
could tell she was a little panicked.  Once some of the excitement had been
released through her orgasm, it really hit her what the situation was:
exposed in the library, not wanting to disappoint herself or me by breaking
the thread and pulling her dress shut, but still needing to get out of
there!

   As she turned around, she headed towards the exit.  "I couldn't stay in
there like that - I just couldn't," she told me.  "Well...  maybe next time
you'll MAKE me...ohhhh!"

   "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" I asked.  "If I ordered you to stay in
the library, mostly naked like that?  I should have told you to go to the
librarian and ask for a safety pin for your dress!"

   "Ohhhhhhhhh, yesss!" She moaned.  Dominating her was going to be so much
fun!

   She saw me standing there, but I pretended not to really notice her. 
The male librarian, around 50 years old, standing behind the check-out
counter, certainly did though.  Especially when she caught my disapproving
look at the one button still holding on, at her bellybutton.  As she
walked, she thrust her stomach out, and it popped too.  The dress came
open, and since it was too small, thin, and she was walking, it swept back
on both sides.  She was more or less naked, at least seen from the front.

   "Miss, umm, miss, your dress..." the male librarian stammered.  Head
down, D.  just walked quickly through the exit, then out the front door,
right as a husband and wife were coming in!  They gasped, stopped, and
stared as D.  pushed through them, and outside.  Meanwhile, I had put my
book back, and slowly followed, like a naturally curious man.

   "Did you SEE that?!" the woman asked her husband.  "I can't believe it!"

   He was just smiling.

   I raised my eyebrows at them, like, "What was that?" and went outside. I
couldn't see D.  at first, but went over by the car, where she was
crouching.  The only reason the dress was even still with her was because
it was bunched up, trapped on her arms, prevented from sliding off by her
crossed and tied wrists.

   I opened the driver's side door, climbed in, started the car, and opened
the passenger door from inside.  D.  climbed in, keeping low - neither one
of us wanted to get arrested for what she had just done.  And since people
had actually noticed her nakedness this time, we had to be careful.

   She laid down on the front seat, face up, legs spread, until we were out
of the parking lot.  Then she sat up and I put her seat belt on over her
nakedness.  She begged me to finger her, to let her have another orgasm. 
Even though that was tempting, the evening still wasn't done.  So I told
her I would consider it, if she begged and pleaded, and told me what had
happened after I tied her wrists together.

   Sitting there in the car, naked except for her dress bunched up behind
her back, she told me all about it, briefly.  Later, in bed, she told me
about it in more detail, but what struck me most in the car was her obvious
excitement at someone seeing her have an orgasm.  That's what had really
turned her on the previous time, driving home when she was mostly naked -
she wanted people driving by to see her cumming.  I hadn't let her then,
but tonight was the night.

   We pulled into a 24-hour self and full-serve gas station, where I knew
young college guys worked to put themselves through the local technical
college.  Sure enough, a college age guy was sitting on a little stool,
textbook open.  There was no one else getting gas right then, so I pulled
up.  When he came to the window to ask what I needed, I had D.  kneeling,
sitting back on her heels, legs spread wide, breasts thrust out, panting
with my finger inside of her.  Her eyes were wide open, looking at the man.

   "A fill up, pleasssse," she half moaned.  The young man smiled - I could
tell he couldn't believe his luck.  I didn't look at him - I didn't want to
scare him off.

   "Yes, Ma'am!" he said, and went to start the gas.  Of course he came
back to wash the windows, which was great.  He did it slowly, watching as I
pushed another finger into D.  and used my thumb on her clit.  She was
panting and moaning loudly, looking at the guy, who leaned up against the
car, rubbing his cock against it while he washed the windows.

   He finished with the gas, and came back to my window.

   "Umm, that's $11.85," he said, mostly to her.  D.  was close tocumming.

   "She'll pay you on her side," I told him, still not looking at him.

   The doors were locked, but the windows were rolled down all the way.  He
went around the front of the car to D.'s side and leaned against the door,
his head still outside, but only a few feet from D's.

   I whispered to her, "Cum now, honey.  Cum for both of us!"

   And with that, she did, with both of us watching.  Wave after wave of
orgasm hit her, and she was screaming louder than I had ever heard her
before.

   When she had calmed down and slumped against me, I pulled my sopping
fingers from her, took a ten and two ones from my wallet, and wiped my
fingers on them.  I leaned across to her window and handed him the money.

   "Hope you didn't mind the show," I smiled.

   "Yeah, right!" he said.  I was tempted just to leave, but decided to
wait for the change.  When he got it out of his pocket, I nudged D.  and
had her turn her back to him, bend over, raising her ass in the air along
with her tied hands, cup her hand, and take the change from him.

   "Now if you're cool and don't mention this to many people, we'll
probably come back, ok?  Be discreet."

   "Wow, yeah, come back anytime!"

   I pulled away, and D.  sucked and nibbled my cock, through my shorts,
all the way home.  Needless to say, when we got home we were both ready
again, and made mad, passionate love nearly all night.