So now I needed a dress for at least part of the evening and it had to meet specific criteria. Getting bored and rightly judging that I was close to losing it, Andy pointed to a more upmarket shop. “Fuck the budget, let’s get what you need”.
It was one of those shops with lots of spacious carefully curated rails and beautiful dresses with no visible price tags. As we browsed, the attractive young assistant approached us. In her mid-twenties, she was dressed in no-doubt very expensive leggings and a white crop-top which made it very obvious she was bra-less, her small perky tits constrained by the fabric and her nipple piercings clearly visible.
Andy just looked at me and smiled. He knows how much I like a beautiful pair of tits with nipple piercings and he is not averse himself. One of the girls in the last porn-mag we’d bought had been pierced and we’d enjoyed a long slow fucking, him spooning and rubbing my clit while we read that. I could feel my pussy getting wet as I imagined flicking each of the piercings with my tongue. I reluctantly dragged my eyes up to her face.
“Can I help you madam, is there anything particular you’re looking for?”
I smiled, knowing full well that my face was flushed. “Well yes, I need a dress for a, um, special evening, something long, slinky and tight in all the right places…but elegant, kind of like this?” I held up one I’d been looking at, a long silky dress in black.
“That one would certainly suit your colouring and it’s a good start, why don’t you try it on so we can check the fit? I have a few others that would work too. Let me get this one for you”.
She reached over the rail to the side of me, brushing against me as she did. I felt the hardness of her nipple piercing against my arm, making my pussy flood further.
We followed her to the changing room, swinging her gym-toned ass. Andy nudged me and gestured towards her admiringly…the top of an interesting tattoo was visible in the small of her back, peaking out the top her leggings.
The changing room was spacious with a long thick curtain, a soft cream carpet, mirrors on two walls and a sofa, which she directed Andy to.
“I’ll just leave this here for you and I’ll find some more” She reached up and hung the dress on the rail, revealing her navel which was also pierced. I wondered with excitement what other places she might have pierced.
She turned to leave the changing room, bending down as she did to pick a tag off the carpet and affording Andy a full view of her legging clad ass, her cheeks clearly split by a thong.
I looked at Andy “Did you see that? “
“Oh yes, hot and pert and pierced and a fabulous ass” He ran his hands up my thigh. “I can practically feel the heat through your jeans”.
I bent down and kissed him and stroked my hand over the bulge in his trousers. “I could say the same about you babe. I am intrigued by that tattoo as well as those piercings, and I like the effect they’re having on you.”
I slipped my jeans, blouse and knickers off. I didn’t intend wearing anything underneath at the party so that was essential to the fitting. The jeans and blouse went on the racks but I flung the knickers at Andy, who pressed them to his face and inhaled the smell of excited pussy before dropping them on the sofa. I shimmied into the dress. Long and elegant, it had a split to the top of the thigh and the top draped across, revealing a pleasing cleavage.