Arnau and I had been getting closer and more passionate with each other. We could not get enough of spending time together, everything felt very natural and easy. Our relationship had reached a point where we shared our fantasies with each other, that led him to offer me to be his date to a work luncheon. Because I did not have any black dress in my wardrobe, and this is the dress Arnau wanted me to wear, we had to go to the biggest mall in town to buy one.
The perfect dress
We entered the mall hand in hand with no specific directions in mind. We walked through a couple of big name stores until we reached a cute boutique that seemed to carry dresses. “Let’s go here first” he guided me. We walk through the aisles and we he quickly objected that it was too bohemian; so we kept looking. Within a few doors, we found a store that carried a lot of black dresses, given how many of them were displayed in their windows. I started to feel really nervous because I had an idea that we may find my dress there. As we walked around the aisles and shelves, Arnau picked up dresses “This one, another one, etc”. We then made way to the dressing room with six handpicked dresses for me to try on. He sat on a chair right outside, while I entered the dressing room right across. He then ordered me to try the dresses one by one, open the door, and show him. I was a bit uncomfortable at first, not knowing if a man was allowed to sit there. But the shop assistant reassured us that a lot of women brought their companions to get their opinions.
I started to take my clothes off and tried dress number one. I opened the door, shaking a little, and embarrassed a bit, and Arnau smiled “Wow, Madame! It is very beautiful but it makes you look way too old”. Dress number two, too sexy for a work luncheon; dress number three, too boring; dress number four, another boring one. Then I tried the fifth dress. It was a black dress that had a high halter neckline, fitted waist, and a flirty skater skirt. The back was a bit open with a lace accent and a hidden zipper. He got up to zip it for me, then walked back to have a better a look. “Wow! You look gorgeous. It is the perfect dress!”. He smiled, I blushed, and in flirty way, I put my hair up with my hands and asked him “Do I look like a Madame now?”. He answered “La plus belle”. I loved the dress, it was still my style, just taken up a notch for something more chic and formal. I still have not tried on the sixth dress, and even though we knew we found our dress, Arnau asked me to try it on anyway. The sixth dress was a stealth dress with a huge (honestly “huge” is an understatement) golden zipper in the back. I had it on for one second and we both knew it was a “no”. When it was time for me to get dressed but as I was trying to remove this last dress, the zipper got stuck. I asked Arnau to help me and he came to the rescue. He was behind me, trying to figure it out and took a little second to steal a kiss. Then without notice, his hands started to go up and down my body and even on my breasts. We looked around and the shopgirl had gone to help elsewhere, so we closed the door and started to kiss intensely. The dress was almost completely unzipped and about to fall on the floor, while his hands were caressing my ass and my back, then to my pussy, fingering me as it got wet and warm. I felt his cock getting really hard over his pants as I was running my hand up and down his balls so I took it out to stroke it. It was hard and throbbing, and I could not resist it. I bent down, put it in my mouth and started to suck my man’s cock. We got really hot and excited, and I wanted nothing more than for him to take me right then and there. Unfortunately we started hearing voices, and also noticed that the door was quite high and a big part of our legs were visible. So I got redressed, he got out, we paid for our dress, and we left the store. We called a taxi and rushed back to the house; then we made way to his room where we fucked for a few hours. As we were cuddling in the dark, he expressed to me how much he enjoyed choosing my dress and watching me in the dressing room. He then made a joke “Why don’t I dress you for a week. I will pick all of your clothes for a whole week. Would you be up to that?”. To be continued…