[priapic]

This event was not quite as exposing or embarrassing as the last, but in many ways was just as exciting.

As I described in the previous post, my wife is 5'9"...she looks a lot like Shannon Tweed (Gene Simmons' significant other). She's got really long, pretty legs, nice small/medium breasts, and looong natural blonde hair that reaches down to the top of her hot ass. She also has a matching natural blonde pussy hair, which she trims but doesn't shave. I like a nice feminine bush and she likes not having to deal with stubble.

We were planning a trip to San Francisco for a romantic getaway. We lived in the DC area at the time, and she wanted to get a couple of nice new flirty dresses for the occasion. We decided to make a night of it, and started off shoe shopping. Since she was going to be shopping also for "slinky" dresses, she decided to wear some nice sheer to waist, seamless Wolford "nude-colored" pantyhose with nothing underneath, so there wouldn't be any pantylines showing through the fabric. She wore a below the knee brown wrap skirt...even though it was long, it split all the way to the waist when she sat down in the bucket seat of our car, which is how I learned she wasn't wearing panties under the pantyhose.

I had high hopes for the shoe shopping part of the trip, as I thought my wife might carelessly (or even better, carefully) flash her nylon-covered pussy to the salesman, but we ended up spending most of our time at DSW which is self-service, so I was the only "salesman" who got a look-see. Still, by the time we were done shoe shopping, she had some nice new black stiletto pumps and I had a hard-on that wouldn't quit.

We went from the DSW to the Cache dress store at the mall. My wife actually hates shopping for herself, but I have a pretty good eye for what looks good on her, so we typically pick out a couple of things together and then she goes to the changing room and starts trying things on, letting me see when she finds something she likes, and handing the things she doesn't like back over the door or, in this case, the curtain of the changing room. I take the unwanted dress and replace it with something she might like better...and so it goes until we find a new outfit, or, just as often, she gets tired and gives up.

This night was like our other shopping sessions, at least at the start. We took a couple of promising dresses back to the changing room, and she tried them on, only to reject them. When I brought the next selection back to the changing room for her, instead of passing them over the top of the curtain rod, I snuck the curtain open a bit and traded the new dress for the rejects. This gave me a good chance to take a look at her dressed only in her transparent hose, sexy black pumps, and sheer bra. I noticed that the mirror in her changing room was opposite the end of the curtain that I was passing dresses through, which meant that her attention was drawn away from the opening. I thought that at least, I was going to get to watch her changing in a semi-public place...always a big fantasy of mine.

In order to get the view I could, I brought a shoulderless dress next. It wouldn't be practical for chilly San Francisco, but I was really hoping it would get her bra off, and that she'd leave it off for future changes. As I brought the dress to her changing room, I stood in the hall a bit and watched what I could through the narrow opening I had left, and under the curtain which only came down to her knees. She wasn't really visible through the opening in the curtain except in brief, teasing glimpses, but when I saw her slip off the pumps and step out of the last dress I gave her, it was an intense erotic thrill.

Knowing she was ready for the next change I called through the curtain to ask if she wanted the next dress. At the end of the hall that led to the changing rooms there was a large mirror covering the wall, and as I was preparing to slide the curtain aside I noticed a figure behind me approaching the entrance to the changing area. It was an older gentleman, carrying a couple of bags from other stores, and looking totally exhausted. He plopped down in the overstuffed chair in the "husband's waiting area" just outside the changing area making some excuse to his wife about how he'd be waiting there for her to finish. I wasn't sure he'd have an angle on the opening to my wife's changing room, but I knew that if he bothered to look down this way, at least he'd get a good view under the curtain as I had just done.

I made sure that I filled the opening in the curtain as I handed the dress through. At that moment, my wife would be looking back toward me and I didn't want her to catch sight of our potential voyeur through the opening. I handed her the shoulderless dress and she looked at it, held it up against her chest and turned toward the mirror.

"I won't be able to wear this bra with this one," she complained.

"Better take it off then," I ventured.

"You wish," she laughed.

I closed the curtain behind me as I left to look for the next dress.

As I walked back down the hall toward the store I noticed that we had definitely gained the attention of our anonymous witness. He was trying to be subtle, but he was definitely paying attention to my wife's changing stall.

I positioned myself to watch him watching as I searched for the next selection. I looked for another shoulderless dress in the hopes that I could get my wife's bra off.

I picked another outfit and carefully moved toward the changing area trying not to catch the attention of our voyeur. I wanted to see what he was seeing, and maybe set him up for a better look, but I didn't want him to know this was all intentional on my part.

I managed to get right behind him by feigning interest in a display of belts against the wall behind him. What I saw was thrilling. I had definitely left the curtain open wide enough that he had a line of sight a couple of inches wide onto my wife's back as she changed. I saw her step out of her pumps again, and reach around behind her to unzip the dress. As she lowered it to step out of it, I noticed that she had taken off her bra to try this one on, but there was not enough of a view to the mirror to see any part of her breasts.

The man's wife started making noises about being done soon, so I thought I should move fast before he had to leave his vantage point. I walked down the hall and asked if she wanted to try another one. She said sure, and I hung the new dress on the end of the curtain rod, temporarily blocking his view into the stall, but also blocking her view back toward him. This allowed me to open the curtain even wider, without drawing any suspicion, because the room still seemed closed.

I poked my head in and was rewarded with the sight of my wife admiring herself in the mirror, clad in nothing but the sheer nylon pantyhose. I could clearly see her asscrack through the back of the hose and the blonde triangle of hair in the front. Best of all, her perfect, firm breasts were naked in the mirror, and I 'm not sure if it was the situation or the temperature, but her nipples were so erect that even the little bumps on her areola were clearly visible.

I slid into the dressing stall and reached over to gather the rejected dress of the hook by the mirror, leaning over to kiss her on the shoulder. "That's my favorite outfit," I said, truthfully as I hung the reject behind its replacement on the rod. "You should wear that one all the time." I took the new dress and put it on the hook in the stall, leaving the old one alone to block the widened opening.

My wife turned toward me and reached down to give my cock a squeeze through my pants...as obvious as my hard-on was, it wasn't difficult to locate in my slacks. I reached up and took her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, squeezing softly at first, then a little more tightly. For a couple of days in every monthly cycle, she loved to have her nipples pinched and tugged hard, and I could tell by her reaction that this was one of those days. At this time of month, if I pinched hard enough and pulled down forcefully, I could have her on her knees and sucking my dick in no time, but I knew that she'd never go for that in the changing room.

Instead I pinched hard with one hand and pulled up. This had the expected effect as my wife bit her lip, stood on her tiptoes, arched her back and closed her eyes with a sigh. I reached up and behind me with my free hand and taking the dress off the curtain rod started to edge my way out of the stall, in the process widening the opening in the curtain.

I looked down to the mirrored end of the changing hall, and our mature voyeur had given up all pretense of subtlety and was openly staring at my wife. I had a pretty good sense that he could see every exposed inch of my wife from the front except for the one nipple I was torturing with my fingers. I looked back at her and let go of my grasp, as he settled back down and opened her eyes, she immediately noticed her audience, and with a barely restrained "eeek" of surprise, grabbed the edge of the curtain and flung it closed.

I feigned innocence, not on the outside of the curtain, and said I'd go and find her another dress. The voyeur stood up with a wide smile, positioned the bags containing his own wife's prior purchases in front of what must have been a bulge in his own trousers, and went to follow her into the next stop on his own shopping trip.

We ended up buying two dresses that night, and having great sex when we got home.