2 comments/ 27462 views/ 4 favorites Misty By: secrets2729 Through eyes hooded with desire, I watched as she swung lithely around the metal pole in the middle of the stage. Each movement was precise, controlled, and blatantly seductive. Her long chestnut hair flew smoothly around her face and shoulders, a mass of curls and waves, alternately shielding her face and framing her body. Multicolored lights flashed on stage and caressed her smooth, silky skin as she moved her body to the rhythm of rock 'n' roll blaring from the speakers. I couldn't help but notice the way her beautiful breasts moved as she danced, and I longed to stroke the curves of them and touch the dark, rosy centers. And perhaps, just perhaps, run my tongue over her body; dip it into her navel where a small diamond glinted in the light… and a bit lower. My entire body tingled as I imagined it. "Are you okay?" I glanced next to me, startled by the question from my husband of ten wonderful years. My entire body was tense, with nerves, with desire, with this insane craving to be with another woman. I managed a nod. "Yes." "What do you think of her?" he asked, bending closer to whisper the words into my ear. "She's gorgeous. And talented." She certainly knew how to work a crowd. The men were alternately hooting and watching silently in stunned appreciation as her body undulated. She shimmied against the pole and squatted, knees spread, as she hooked one thumb into each side of the silk G-string she wore, drawing it down just a fraction of an inch. She cast a naughty smile at the crowd with her painted red lips and winked at one man who had been waving bills at her, then straightened and continued her routine. "Take it off, take it off!" some of the men were shouting. College boys, I thought, but inwardly I wanted to join them in the chant. She finally did, wriggling out of the scrap of silk and tossing it aside with a confidence and sensuality I admired. She performed an intricate series of twists and turns around the pole, showing just enough of her pussy to give me a jolt of yearning in the pit of my stomach. I wanted to kiss it, give it a long, delicious lick and bury my tongue into it. She ended her routine on the exact last note of the song, with flair and a pose that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. A low, moaning whimper sounded in the split second of silence between the last note and the enthusiastic applause, and I was embarrassed to realize it was me. Fortunately, she left the stage, her garter stuffed with bills, before I could do much more than blush. "So?" My husband whispered into my ear. I nodded and breathed deep. I knew what he was asking. "Let's do it." We shifted to a table in the rear of the club for the next act, and, to help me gather my courage, ordered another round of drinks while we waited. The next girl was pretty, but not as talented nor as easily sensual. While I enjoyed watching her, as did my husband, I could think of little else but seeing the first girl again. "Misty?" Oh fuck. Apprehension, extreme want. She was already back. Her eyes were liquid chocolate, dark and inviting, and just a bit apprehensive as she approached the table we'd chosen in a particularly shadowy corner. She was dressed in a fresh costume; bra, panties and a tailored button down shirt with long sleeves. She'd pinned her hair partially back, revealing more of her face. She walked confidently on strappy silver stilettos. "Are you available for a lap dance?" My husband asked in a low tone. Her lashes swept her cheeks as she glanced quickly between the two of us. She must have wondered at an obviously married man commissioning a dance in front of his wife, but she simply asked, "Contact?" "Yes." She named a sum that would have taken me aback had I not been turned on to the point of pain. Logically, I was sure it was high, but I had to respect the fact that she did not undervalue herself or her talent. My husband indicated to Misty that the price was acceptable and she led the way down a narrow hallway to private rooms in the back of the building. The room was small and furnished with a small leather sofa that had obviously seen better days, but it was intimate and clean. My husband settled on the couch, somewhat uncomfortably since his cock was already straining against his jeans. I sat next to him, but left a few inches of room between us. He flashed an encouraging smile at me which I tried to return but couldn't, as I was trembling from head to toe. My limbs felt weak and watery. Misty approached my husband and he quickly redirected her. "I'm sorry, I should have clarified. This is for my wife." "If that's okay," I added quickly, and then felt like an idiot. Her gaze turned towards me and I could have sworn she looked amused. Her eyes softened. "Is this your first time?" I nodded. "You're beautiful," she said simply, reaching out one slim-fingered hand to lightly stroke my strawberry blonde hair. I immediately relaxed a few degrees. I wanted to tell her she was beautiful as well, but it sounded inadequate. And repetitive. "Don't be nervous. You'd be surprised how many women we get in here. Would you like some music?" I nodded, thinking it might help me relax a little more. She stepped away to turn on a CD player that I hadn't noticed before and then returned. "Now, you can touch as much as you want, but no insertion and no oral contact." I blushed a deep red as the music began, but nodded. She began to move, slowly and minutely at first, turning and bending as she began unbuttoning the sleeves of her shirt. She faced me and smiled encouragingly, gesturing to the buttons down her front. "Want to help?" I glanced at my husband and he smiled and nodded, so I reached up a shaking hand to release the buttons one by one. Dear God, I'm undressing another woman! I thought wildly, and felt a fresh pang of desire as her lacy black bra and panties were revealed. Up close, she was even more beautiful than she'd been onstage; her skin was smooth, soft, and delicately scented, her curves perfectly proportioned, perfectly natural. As the music played, a slow, soft, wordless melody, she turned and gave me an excellent up close view of her curvaceous ass. I wanted to touch it, so I did, trailing a hand down each side in a light caress. "Nice," she said encouragingly, with a slow smile as she faced me again. Her lashes drifted to her cheeks and I hoped the expression on her face was real emotion and not a put on act. For now, I'd assume it was real. I let my hands drift down the sides of her smooth, leanly muscled legs and admired the lines of her calves, accentuated by the sexy heels. "You're absolutely gorgeous," I murmured, without realizing I'd spoken aloud. She knelt so her eyes were level with mine and gazed into my face as she reached around and unlatched the lace demi bra. "Feel free to touch more," she whispered. I absolutely had to touch her breasts. I reached with both hands and touched them lightly at first, then more firmly as her nipples peaked. I rubbed my thumbs over them and moaned softly at the eroticism of touching another woman there, something I'd never done. As I did, she raised her arms and played with her hair, all the while maintaining eye contact. I was so wet, and I longed to simply kiss her, to touch her everywhere, to lower her to the floor and lick her until she was screaming with pleasure. Of course, I didn't. I looked, I touched, I enjoyed, I fantasized, but I restrained myself. She turned and lowered her ass into my lap, enabling me to reach around from behind and cup her breasts in my hands as she turned little circles with her hips. I raised my own hips to lightly bump hers as I ran my hands down her flat, smooth abdomen, along her thighs and impulsively close to her pussy. I couldn't help the tiny sound that escaped my mouth. She straightened, too soon for my liking, and turned again to whisper into my ear. "Want to help take these off?" One thumb hooked into her panties. "We'll give your husband a nice show." I'd completely forgotten him! I glanced his way and realized he was completely lost in the show he'd already gotten, with one hand unashamedly down his jeans, and his eyes nearly closed. I smiled at her, less shy now. "Oh, yes." I reached out and drew the black lace slowly down, down her long legs, feasting my eyes on the flesh I revealed. Her pussy was gorgeous, small and tight, the dark hair that framed it trimmed to a small triangle. I caught a faint hint of sex and wondered briefly if dancing for me could have possibly turned her on as well. I certainly hoped so. I wanted to devour her, and felt a fresh rush of dampness between my legs when she whispered, "It's okay if you want to touch." If? I touched, but was careful not to violate the rule about oral contact or insertion. I touched her outer lips, ran my hands around to her ass as she continued to move her hips and shift her body in a smooth, sensual way. She turned again, facing away from me, and bent, lowering her body so that I could again touch her from behind, and I did, tracing her spine, the curve of her waist, caressing her hair before I allowed myself to again, very gently, run my fingers up her thighs and over her pussy. She was very definitely damp, but I was forbidden to explore more. Then, the music stopped. She was absolutely still for a moment, and so was I. None of us spoke, and then she straightened. "So, what did you think of your first lap dance?" I could barely trust myself to speak, but managed, "Unbelievable." She laughed, reaching for her underwear and clothes. "I'd glad you enjoyed it. You'll have to come back sometime." I most definitely would. "Do you want to pay me here, or up front at the cash register?" My husband had brought cash, and roused himself enough to retrieve it. He handed her a stack of bills, and probably added a hefty tip, of which I was hugely in favor. "I'll be right back with your receipt, okay?" "Receipt?" I couldn't help asking. "Yeah," she frowned. "It's required. It'll just be a minute, okay?" Once she left the room, my husband was suddenly in a hurry to leave. As a result, we were waiting by the exit when Misty approached us with our receipt, which my husband hurriedly stuffed into his back pocket without viewing. Misty turned to me and leaned forward, surprising me with a long, slow brush of my lips with hers. As she drew back, she smiled knowingly. "Thank you so much. It was a pleasure. Come again!" I raised a hand to my lips, pleasantly surprised by the kiss, but I couldn't help but chuckle at her words; I intended to come many times. The moment the door slid closed behind us, my husband grabbed my hand and pulled me hurriedly towards our car. "I'm sorry, I can not wait until we get home to fuck you," he said breathlessly, and his eagerness had me running along beside him. "Thank God!" I answered. Why he was apologizing was beyond me. When we reached the car, he slammed me against the side and pinned me there with his body. I didn't feel the chill of the night air as he ripped the fragile silk of my shirt from the neck to the hem, only the warmth and need of his mouth on mine, his tongue attacking, battling mine, his hands, warm on my naked skin as the silk fell to the ground. My bra was torn off next and tossed aside, my skirt pushed up impatiently as he ignored the scrap of silk I wore beneath and plunged his fingers into my wet pussy. "Aw!" I cried out in shock and pleasure as he pushed his cock against me, hard, and bit my lips. I bit back and tasted blood as I grasped his shirt in both hands, yanking it hurriedly out of his waistband and running my hands over the hard muscles of his abdomen and chest, around the back to slip down his jeans and cup his tight ass. "You wanted to fuck her, didn't you?" he asked in a rough voice. "You wanted to lick her pussy and you wanted her to lick you." "Yes, I did," I admitted breathlessly. "God, I wanted to fuck you both," he replied. "I wanted to fuck her while she licked you." "Fuck me instead," I begged. "Fuck me, hard." He grabbed me as if I weighed nothing and slid me down to the hood of the sedan, pushing me away and turning me until I faced away from him. Violently, he pushed me down and shoved my skirt up with one hand, releasing his cock from his jeans with the other. I felt the wet tip of it run up and down the crack of my ass before he pushed it roughly into my pussy. I clung to the cold metal of the car as he fucked me, plunging in and out, fast and furious. He reached one hand around to grasp one of my naked breasts, and with the other teased my clit until I came with a loud, long scream. I came again, building, peaking, exploding, screaming, and again. Finally, the fourth time I came, he joined me, coming long and hard, his cock pulsing deep inside of me as he pumped my pussy full of his cum. Spent and exhausted, we both collapsed against the hood, the aftershocks still raging through our bodies. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears and struggled to regain my breath. "I want to do it again," I whispered even as my sensitive clit throbbed and fluid ran down my thighs, and he laughed out loud. "Give me five minutes," he replied, and it was my turn to giggle, a hysterical sound that echoed oddly in the abandoned lot. We adjusted our clothes as best we could; I had to do some hunting to locate my bra and what was left of my favorite silk shirt, while all he had to do was zip his pants. We climbed into the car and sat for a few minutes, holding hands and simply breathing, and remembering. He drew the receipt from his jeans pocket and handed it to me. "Was it worth it?" I accepted the slip of paper and unfolded it. It wasn't a register receipt, simply a scrap of paper covered with curly handwriting. If you want more, call me privately. 555-1298. Love, Misty. Misty at the Mall Misty and I were back to our daily routines after her second time flashing her gorgeous body at the party in the park. My job with corporate America was a lot less exciting than Misty's dancing at a strip club. She enjoyed the dancing and the attention she got with her naked body. With her 36/24/36 figure highlighted with firm C cup tits and well shaped ass she was very popular with the customers at the club. She loved to put together and dress up in sexy costumes to dance her routines to. So when I got home one day it wasn't surprising she said she wanted us to go shopping for some outfits for work. I didn't want to go having just gotten home from work but she talked me into taking her to the mall. We changed our cloths and left for the mall. Misty was wearing her everyday jeans and a light weight summer sweater. Nothing outstanding but she always looks nice in whatever she wears. We made the twenty minute drive to the mall and found a parking spot pretty easy since it was midweek. We walked in and started wandering amid the sparse crowd heading to our first stop. The Fredrick's boutique was the first store Misty headed to for some bras and panties. She looked through the racks of bras while I hung back disinterested in the whole ordeal. She made her choices and asked one of the sales clerks if she could take try them on. The clerk led her to the changing room which was basically a cubicle with a curtain for a door. After a few minutes she called me over for my opinion on her choices. The first one she came out in was a black shear bra that the contrast of her silver dollar sized areolas could be seen through and her hard nipples just pushed right out. I told her it looked nice on her and I liked it. She checked it out in the mirror on the wall and went back to try another one on. At this point only two ladies and the two female clerks were the only ones in the store so it was no big deal for Misty to be out of the dressing room in only a shear bra. The next one she came out in was spectacular. It was the same as the first but was white in color and really shear. Misty could tell by the look on my face I truly loved this one. It drew more attention to her tits than if she was standing there topless. The shear white material just emphasized the dark contrast of her areolas leaving nothing to the imagination. She again went to the mirror to check it out and with her nipples getting as hard as they were she thought it was sexy looking also. While she was looking in the mirror we noticed a middle aged couple come into the store. They could not see much from the front of the store but while she started looking at items he made his way in our direction. Misty went back to try some more on. The next couple of bras were nothing worth while and she didn't even go to the mirror to check them out. By now the guy was pretending to check out some robes on a rack about fifteen feet from where I was by the mirror and changing room. Misty whispered to me through the curtain the two of you should like this one. With that she opened the curtain and stood there in a black quarter cup shelf bra. The cups of the bra just supported the bottom of her tits lifting them up and out there totally exposed. This made her tits look bigger and fuller and her nipples were finger tip sized nubs sticking out as hard as rocks. Misty winked at me walking the few feet to the mirror letting our watcher get a good look. He was now standing there with his mouth agape watching Misty intently. Misty was turning this way and that checking the way the bra looked while stealing glances at her watcher. She walked back to the changing room giving me a kiss on the cheek on her way by. She put her sweater back on and came back out handing me the two shear bras and the black quarter cup bra. We went to put the ones she didn't want back and she picked out the matching g-string panties to the shear bras. We went to pay for our choices and I told her she was a little devil for teasing that guy like that. She smiled and said he will remember this shopping trip for awhile. With our purchases in hand we continued through the mall. Our next stop was at a store which sells a variety of cloths and items for the younger crowd. We first looked at skirts choosing three for her to try on and went to the changing room area. Misty went in and changed into the first one. She came out wearing a typical jean miniskirt which looked real nice on her. It came to just above mid thigh showing off her beautiful legs and accentuating her nice ass. She went in to change into our next choice coming out wearing a cute little red and black pleated plaid school girl type skirt. It was about the same length as the jean skirt but being pleated it had a looser fit. As she walked to the mirror on the wall the skirt had a slight flip to it showing a little more of her upper thighs. The store had a few customers in it and a few were watching Misty walk to the mirror in her little skirt which she must have noticed. She started checking out the skirt on her. She checked from the front and the back while standing. She then did a quick little spin watching over her shoulder as the skirt flared out to about the bottom of her ass cheeks. With her back still to the mirror Misty looked down at her tennis shoes and bent over kind of stiff legged to tie one of them. Much to the delight of all watching the back of the skirt rode up high enough so the bottom half of her ass cheeks could be seen in the mirror from under the skirt. She finished tying her shoe and stood up straightening the skirt. She walked back to me and asked if I liked it. I said I loved it and the skirt too. Misty smiled and went to try the next one on. The next skirt I was anxious to see on her and watch her in. When Misty appeared I wasn't disappointed. The skirt was a black flared pleated skirt but it was ridiculously short. The bottom hem came to the bottom of her ass cheeks in the back and in the front it barely covered the g-string she was wearing. While she was standing there I could see the gap in her thighs where they came up to meet on either side of her pussy. She walked over to the mirror and with each step her ass cheeks showed from below the tiny skirt. Misty was getting this one for stripping in so at the mirror she was striking a few poses from some of her dance routines. She was doing some bending and twisting giving the five guys and myself some nice views of her ass and a few glimpses of her g-string. The guys watching were a little younger than us probably nineteen to twenty two years old. We could tell they enjoyed the show because from them we could hear a few low level cat calls and subdued oh yeas from them. This must have encouraged Misty to put a little extra in her show. She flashed a smile in our direction put her feet together and bent straight legged at the waist grabbing her ankles. Upside down she looked past her legs to see the sight in the mirror we were getting. Her well shaped legs led up to her gorgeous ass completely exposed. With the strip of skirt pulled all the way over her ass the top strap of her g-string was showing and the string running down disappeared into the crack of her ass all the way to the junction between her legs. Misty stood up straight pulling the skirt down as she did then she placed her feet about shoulder width apart. Doing this caused the skirt to ride up her thighs showing us most of her little white g-string panties. Misty facing us looked our way and gave a wink then bending at the knees leaned back spreading her legs as she went until she was resting on her hand behind her. We had a great view with the skirt bunched up well above her panties. Misty's g-string was pulled tight against her sweet pussy showing the cleft as the material pulled into her pussy lips and the shaved mounds were bulging out past the tiny white triangle of cloth. She was looking at us watching the expressions on our faces as we stared right at her almost naked pussy. Misty then stood up blew us a kiss and went back to the dressing room. She emerged a few minutes later once again in her jeans and handing me the skirts she said let's look at some tops to go with these. We went over to the tops and picked out three tops she liked. One was a long sleeved white button up top that tied under her breasts to wear with the plaid skirt. The next one was a black fishnet top to wear with the tiny black skirt. The last was a light weight knit pullover top to wear with the jean skirt. She didn't try them on saying they'd fit and we went to the counter to pay. The young male clerk thanked us and said please come back again. Misty smiled at him saying we probably would and we left. With Misty clutching her new purchases we headed back through the mall. Passing by the food court Misty said it was getting late we should get something to eat. Agreeing with her we headed into the food court. As we arrived she said she was going to go use the bathroom and told me to grab a table. I sat at one I could see the entrance to the bathrooms from and when Misty came out I had to do a double take to make sure it was her. While in there she had changed into her jean skirt and white knit top. I should have expected something like that. As she sat down next to me I couldn't help but notice with the shirt pulled tight against her ample breasts the black straps of one of her new bras could be seen through it. When she turned to face me I could see it was the shelf bra she had on because the black material disappeared under her breasts. The darker contrast of her areolas with hard nipples could be made out through the stretched material. Misty watching me staring at her tits said lets get something to eat and led me to one of the counters. The food court was pretty empty being so late but a few of the guys there were watching Misty as she past them. We got a couple of burgers and fries while the two guys working there were trying to slyly check Misty out. As we sat and ate we talked about her purchases and little shows she gave while shopping. I told her I would never hesitate to go shopping with her again. When we finished eating and got ready to leave one of the movies in the theaters next to the food court let out. So as fate would have it we got to walk out of the mall amongst a bunch of people checking out Misty's tits proudly displayed in her new cloths. We drove home and once there I got a private session of her modeling her new outfits for me. What a sexy fun loving girlfriend I have. Misty at the Porn Shop It always astounds me how much Misty and her stripper friends spend on costumes. It is like an obsession with them and they own more outfits they only wear for ten minutes at a time than everyday clothes. Misty usually goes with her friends to a couple of stores that specialize in dance and club wear to buy them so when she wanted me to go with her to look for some outfits I was surprised. When I questioned why she wanted me to go with her she said one of the girls from her work told her she should go to The Pleasure Chest to check out their selections but didn't want to go there without me. The Pleasure Chest was a large adult store on the other side of town that was well known but I had never been to it before and was intrigued about going there to check it out with Misty so I agreed to go with her. Misty broke into a smile saying we would leave after she changed her clothes. At 5'-7" tall and with her 36/24/36 figure Misty always attracts attention and we were going to a place where all females in it were noticed. I didn't understand why she was changing from her jeans and tee shirt to go look at dance outfits until she emerged from the upstairs wearing a jean skirt with a powder grey Harley Davidson shirt. Her choice of attire had assured her presence was definitely going to be noticed and was obviously dressed with the intention of drawing attention to her sexy body. The little jean skirt was well faded with thread bare signs of wear at the thighs in the front and on her ass cheeks in the rear. The hem was well above the middle of her thighs leaving most of her bare tan legs showing from under it. To accentuate the length and shape of those legs she wore a pair of her black stiletto pumps with four inch heels. The Harley shirt fit like a second skin emphasizing the size and shape of her C cup breasts with the tight knit mesh material leaving it evident she wasn't wearing a bra. The top allowed a tantalizing amount of skin to show through it as the brown wings of the Harley eagle logo camouflaged the darker contrast of her areola from noticeably showing but her protruding nipples indicated where they were at. After a fifteen minute drive we pulled into the parking lot of an older strip mall and parked in front of the converted grocery store that was now The Pleasure Chest. We wandered through the store looking at the huge variety of items in it as we worked our way to the clothing section and encountered about two dozen people. Three couples were among them so Misty was not the only female but she made quite an impression on the single men being dressed as she was. We wandered through the store on our way to the clothing section we with a number of the guys making sure they passed through the same aisle as us to get a close up view of her. The clothing section contained an extensive variety of styles ranging from cheap things found in most adult stores to some really sexy fashion wear. We spent some time looking through them before Misty eventually stopped at a section that had a large selection of latex clothing and started looking through them. Misty had never shown an interest in latex wear before and I was a little surprised she was looking through them now. After looking for awhile Misty picked out a black mini skirt that had a built in belt with a silver buckle at the waist and matching vest with a matching buckle at the bottom. With her selection made we made our way to the dressing room that was just two panels about three feet tall attached to the wall with a swinging door on the front and a tall mirror attached to the wall outside the room. The top of the walls were about neck high allowing Misty to see over it and the bottom was about two feet off the floor showing her legs from the knees down. I had never been an enthusiast of latex clothing until Misty stepped out of the dressing room with this outfit on. The cut of the skirt put the Silver buckle high on Misty's waist positioning the hem well up her thighs no more than two inches below her crotch. The shape of her ass was nicely accentuated as the shiny latex tightly molded to it and the hem tucked in just below her ass cheeks. The bottom of the vest left a strip of her midriff bare and up from the buckle formed a wide V-shaped gap up to a collarless neckline. The wide gap left the inside swell of her breasts and the valley between them exposed with the edges of the vest barely covering her areolas. While we were assessing the outfit seven or eight guys had worked their way to positions giving them a view of the dressing room. They were trying to be inconspicuous watching from various areas but it was obvious why they were there and I suggested we find something to give her admirers a real show. Misty asked why she should give them a show with my answer being she enjoyed the attention and I knew the thought of dressing slutty was exciting to her. Misty just smiled saying I was such an ass for knowing her way too well. Misty said since I wanted to dress her like a slut I should go find something for her to wear and while she waited at the dressing room as I returned to the tops in the latex section. After looking through a number of styles I selected a long sleeved crop top for Misty to wear with the latex skirt and returned to the dressing room. I handed Misty the top saying this one should do a decent job of attracting some attention. Misty took the garment with raised eyebrows and went back into the dressing room. When Misty stepped out with the top on and looked into the mirror she remarked that this is what she considered a slutty looking outfit. The crop top combined with the short skirt did produce a slutty appearance and did very little to cover her body. The little crop top hugged her tightly coming to just bellow her tits and was trimmed with a half inch of black latex trim matching the skirt. The stretchy black material of the top had a lace pattern but clearly showed the darkness of her areolas from underneath it. The amount of her on display now was not unnoticed by the others watching her and it didn't take long before some of them started moving into positions to get a better view. After Misty spent some time in front of the mirror she took me by the hand leading me back into the aisles of clothes saying it was time to find another one to try on. We walked down a couple of aisles before I reached into a rack pulling out a matching skirt and top and said it would be interesting to see her in this one. Misty looked over the outfit I handed her and stated it definitely wasn't going to hide much but should do a good job of getting some attention. The skirt was longer than the short latex one she had on and flared out at the bottom. The top was slim cut with long sleeves that flared out from the shoulders to the wrists. Both items were made of sheer black nylon similar to the material that stockings are made of. While Misty was in the dressing room changing I knew the guys watching were in for a real treat seeing her in this outfit. My premonition proved an understatement as Misty stepped from the dressing room with her body just highlighted by a mere tint of color the material provided. The thin nylon was virtually invisible as it strained against her C cup tits displaying silver dollar sized areolas with two protrusions the size of pool cue tips in the center of them looking as if they were trying push right through the fabric. From her waist the transparent skirt flared out slightly to just above mid-thigh allowing a clear view of her legs as they ended at the small triangular patch of white material nestled at the juncture of them. The little white thong only provided minimal cover over the mounds of her pussy and left her rounded ass cheeks fully exposed. After contemplating the outfit in the mirror Misty said the white thong was distracting from the look of the outfit and wished she had worn a black one instead. I told her if she didn't like the look of it she should take it off and after pondering what I said a short while she stepped back into the dressing room without saying a word to emerge a few seconds later. Misty stood back in front of the mirror with the smooth mounds of her shaved pussy defined by the slit between them displayed through the wispy material of the skirt. Exposing Misty to strangers in public has become a favorite hobby for us and standing there in her four inch black stiletto pumps wearing that sheer outfit she was completely exposed. The intent was to dress her in some slutty looking outfits but I considered Misty to be exuding the appearance of a walking wet dream rather than slutty. The sight of Misty inspired three of the bolder guys watching to move to the end of the clothes rack bringing them to within fifteen feet of where we were and made no attempt to disguise why they were there. When Misty noticed they moved closer and where openly staring at her she smiled directly at them leaving no doubt she was aware of the display she was providing them. Misty was enjoying the attention and rewarded their boldness by continuing to examine the outfit in the mirror. She made sure they had the opportunity to view all of her as she viewed the outfit from all angles in the mirror. Our little show was interrupted by a middle aged man who was an employee of the store probably just wanting to get a closer look at Misty. He came up and asked if we needed help with anything eyeing Misty up and down as he spoke. Misty said she was just looking for some outfits for work to which he accurately made the obvious assessment she was a stripper. He remarked they were starting to see a lot of strippers coming in to get their clothes and as his eyes wander over her body again he said if we needed any help just to let him know before walking off. With no apparent disapproval of Misty trying on the clothes by the employee she said let's see what else we can find. As we headed back into the aisles of clothes Misty stated it was going to take some doing to find something that would show more of her than the outfit she had on. It amused me that Misty was walking around a store with every nuance of her naked body plainly visible in a sheer outfit and her only concern was finding something that would expose more of her. The search ended when she found a white long sleeved fishnet mini dress with diamond shaped openings about inch wide. Misty held it up saying this one should get some attention and started back to the dressing doom. The interruption must have scared some of the guys away leaving only four remaining watching our activities and Misty made a point to walk out of her way taking her by two guys who were watching from a distance. She stopped right next to them and told them if they were going to watch they might as well come up closer for a better view. They seemed a little shocked at her boldness but followed as Misty led the way to where the two others were standing by the dressing room. When Misty was by the dressing room she turned around and said she wanted our opinion which outfit we liked best before disappearing into the dressing room. After changing into the net dress Misty emerged to stand in front of us then stepped in front of the mirror to see the view she was providing us. The short dress came to about three inches below her crotch and as it hugged tightly to her body the openings had expanded stretching the white strings of the fishnet into miniscule strips of material. The wide diamond pattern left Misty's areolas completely exposed with puckered nipples projecting out a good half an inch from them and the shaven mounds of her pussy were just as visible through the openings of the stretched fishnet. After a few moments in front of the mirror she stepped back in front of us and turned in a slow circle allowing us a lingering look at her naked body. The spin was completed as Misty stood facing us again with her weight on her left leg and her right knee slightly bent leaving her perched on the stiletto heels with her feet separated around shoulder width. She held this position as she did a leisurely hand sweep down the length of her body signifying we were expected to examine the outfit on her. The five of us watched her hand along the intended point of reference it was indicating while taking in the view of her bare skin through the large fishnet pattern. As her hand reached the hem of the dress it continued in an arc slightly out to her side but our eyes were no longer tracking the path of her hand. Our attention remained focused on the gap at the juncture of Misty's legs. Misty was completely aware of being fully exposed to us with the pose she was holding and knowing she had five pairs of eyes transfixed on her in the fishnet dress her stimulation was distinctly evident. Misty's pussy lips are never fully concealed by the outer mounds and when her legs are slightly spread they are always visible poised at the bottom of her slit bulging into the open. When she is sexually excited they extend well past their containment and the five of us stood absorbed in the sight of her pale pink pussy lips blossoming into the opening at the top of her thighs. Our trance was broken when Misty said we were supposed to let her know which outfit we liked best and did another spin in front of us. The consensus of the other four was the one she was wearing which was probably because of the amount of skin she was showing but I thought the sheer one was a nice one and a lot more alluring. After listening to their verdicts on the outfits Misty asked if we wanted to see one more outfit which was meet with a predictable yes from the four of them. Misty thought a moment before she spoke to the oldest one of them who appeared to be in his early fifties and looked like he spent his life working hard at a blue collar job. His face brightened when Misty said she wanted him to go pick out the next outfit he would like to see her wear. With a grin from ear to ear at this opportunity he took off into the clothing section as the rest of us waited for him to return. It only took a couple of minutes for him to return and hand Misty a garment the tag called a harness which everyone showed considerable interest in. Misty held up the contraption looking at it and with a mystified look on her face headed off to change. We had to wait awhile for her to put it on and adjust it correctly but the wait was worth it once she had it on and came out to stand in front of us again. Around her neck was a choker collar with half inch wide black leather straps attached to it crossing her body with small silver rings at the intersections of the straps. Two triangles with little silver rings at the points formed an open cup top with two straps running down from the outer rings under her tits connecting to a little larger ring located above her pussy. From the sides of this ring two straps encircled her hips forming a waist strap and two straps attached to the bottom of this ring tucked under each side of her crotch continuing in the back nestled in the creases of her ass cheeks. These straps attached to little rings on each side of the waist strap and one last strap connected to a ring in the middle of the waist strap in the back attaching to the back of the collar. Misty was standing less than ten feet from me and four strangers with every intimate detail of her body totally exposed. Her bare tits filled the triangles of the top standing out full and firm from the leather strips that framed them. The straps running through Misty's crotch were pulled taut exaggerating the natural gap and spreading her pussy mounds bulging between them. Misty stood with her legs together but that didn't conceal her pussy lips extending into the gap from her open slit splayed open looking like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon. The true aura Misty was conveying was not realized by her until she saw the transformation her body had wrapped with in the leather harness from the image reflected back to her from the mirror. Misty stood there with an expression of surprise at the effect the harness had on her but the reaction of her body signified her enthrallment at the sight she was seeing. Misty's engorged nipples stood out erect almost a full inch causing their normal pink color to turn white at the tips and wrinkle her large areolas being drawn so tight. Further evidence of her arousal was apparent on the splayed lips of her pussy as the exposed pink inner folds were glistening with a coating of moisture forming on them. Misty turned her attention back to us with a new demeanor matching the persona she was projecting and proceeded to strut around like a model walking on a runway. She walked about six steps each way in front of us with every pass ending with a spin accompanied by a pose similar to ones seen in fashion magazines. With each step in the four inch heels her hips had an exaggerated sway producing a light bounce to her ass cheeks and her unrestrained tits bobbed and swayed as they filled the openings formed by the thin leather straps of the harness. The four guys were absorbed with the sight in front of them starring intently with expressions betraying the lustful thoughts they had as Misty proudly paraded and posed in front of them. Misty made four passes before eventually stopping with her back against the wall next to the dressing room directly in front of us and started a series of poses I immediately recognized as ones from a new routine she was working on. Her routine was a spirited interpretation to U2's song "Trip Through Your Wires" consisting of cleverly choreographed dance moves between poses progressively escalated to more revealing and explicit positions. The first few poses were pretty basic and without the music Misty skipped the dancing between poses by just leisurely flowing from one to the other while maintaining eye contact with us. I knew she was engrossed in the attention when she released eye contact with us bending forward at the waist to dangle her tits in front of us and continued into the more erotic moves of the routine. The rounded globes of her full tits hanging inverted in front of us started to swing like twin pendulums when Misty began rocking her shoulders. Bringing her hands up cupping her tits, Misty stopped the swaying by squeezing her tits together pressing them to her chest and slowly straightened upright. She removed her hands by sliding them to her nipples pinching and pulling the engorged nubs away from her tits before releasing them. They stood out long, hard and inflamed as she held her pose briefly giving us a lingering view of them until she did a half turn glancing over her shoulder at us with her back to us. The straps of the harness lifted and separated her ass cheeks allowing a rear view of her pussy in the opening it created. When Misty leaned forward placing a hand on the wall for support her pussy bulged out at us from below her heart shaped ass and her pussy lips visibly parted as her slit was pulled open. Sticking to the routine, Misty slowly started sliding her feet outwards until they were spread well past shoulder width while reaching around placing her free hand on her ass cheek. With her legs spread she moved her ass cheek to the side exposing her puckered ass hole poised above pussy lips now gaped open noticeably coated with moisture. Releasing her ass cheek Misty spun around to face us again and assumed a sitting position on the floor leaning against the wall with her feet tucked in close to her ass. Misty peered at us through bent knees that she effortlessly let roll to the sides as five pairs of eyes focused unblinking at her gaping pussy lips exposed to us. The end of the practiced routine began with Misty reaching around the back of her thighs to place her fingertips on the mounds of her pussy and gradually applying pressure while spreading the mounds fully exposing her pussy lips nestled between them. Misty at the Porn Shop Just when I thought the display was over Misty dug her fingers deeper into the bulging mounds as she pulled her hands further to the sides parting the pink slabs of her splayed pussy lips. Tendrils of pussy juice stretched until they separated adhering to the walls of the elongated shaped opening of the cavity that disappeared into the shadows of its inner depths. A small pool of the translucent fluid was poised on the edge at the bottom of her newly opened pussy with a milky bead dribbling from it towards the crinkled skin of her ass hole. Misty removed her right hand to use the middle and ring fingers to catch the renegade droplet and acted as if she was trying to return it back to its source. Working in a total nude strip club Misty exposes her pussy everyday but state law does not allow and I had never seen her put on this type of display. Not worrying about being arrested, fined or fired Misty had her two fingers buried knuckle deep in her well lubricated pussy as she sat watching our expressions with a wicked grin. Misty ended her extended performance by removing her fingers and raising them to her mouth after bringing her hand back around her leg. A flick of her tongue licked at the excess wetness on them and breaking into a smile returned into a standing position. Without saying a word Misty went into the dressing room while I pondered the proceedings that ended with me standing with these four strangers. Our visit started off with Misty dressing sexy to attract attention on our trip to look at clothes in an adult store. Some male patrons became interested in watching as she tried on some latex clothing trying to achieve a slutty look and she kept their attention by completely exposing her body to them in a couple of sheer outfits. The events progressed to Misty being basically nude dressed in some little black straps just exuding sex and her putting on a sexually charged show wearing it. My thoughts were interrupted by the man who picked out the harness when he handed me sixty dollars saying he wanted to buy the harness for Misty and then headed out of the store. The other three hung around with hopes of the show continuing but when Misty exited the dressing room having changed back into the clothes she arrived in those hopes faded. Misty came up to me putting her arm around my waist stuffing her thong in the rear pocket of my jeans, which I later learned she used to wipe her pussy dry with. Two of them tried to get us to come and party with them, I'm sure with the anticipation of Misty providing further entertainment but we declined their offer. Misty did use the opportunity to drum up some business for the club telling them where and when she worked and for them to come see her there. After gathering the outfits we headed off leaving the three of them standing there. While deciding which of the outfits to buy Misty decided against buying the harness until I told her about the older guy giving her the money to buy it and was a little disappointed she couldn't thank him for it. Considering it an investment in Misty's work with the possibility of some fun outside of the club we ended up buying all the outfits she tried on. After paying the lecherous old man at the counter a little over two hundred and seventy five dollars for the outfits we left the store and headed for home. On the way home Misty talked about which outfits she was planning on using in her routines at work while I was giving my opinion on what I liked about them. The subject of the harness came up and Misty said it was interesting wearing something like that but she didn't think she would wear it at work. I commented it was hard to believe she didn't plan on wearing it at work judging by the show she put on with her routine and the altered ending to it back at the store. Misty hesitated before saying she thought the harness made her look like a sexual play toy just stating here I am come fuck me and admitted it really turned her on knowing she looked like that. She added it excited her to look at like a whore in heat but that was not the image she wanted to portray at work. I understood what she was saying because working as a stripper to Misty was more about creatively using her dancing to show off her body than just getting naked. My last comment before we reached the house was if she wasn't going to wear the harness at work we were going to have to find some other uses for it and with a knowing smile Misty replied she was sure we could find some interesting ways to use it.