Erin was forced to remain all but naked as I drove back to the store. She covered her face and cried as we rode the several blocks and then around back of the store to park. I had noticed a couple of cars parked out front waiting for us to return and open the store. I unlocked and opened the back door and waited while Ray escorted Erin through to the offices with her dress still around her waist.
Once she was out of sight I hurried to the front door. I apologized for keeping them waiting but they were very understanding. Mr. Carter said, "That's okay son, everyone has to eat. We weren't in a hurry."
They made their purchases and left and as soon as they were gone Erin came out from the back. She had washed her face and brushed her hair and looked a little better. I could see that she had been crying but she looked a little better.
I turned and asked, "Are you alright?" I know, silly question. Of course she wasn't alright.
She nodded and said despondently, "I guess I had better get used to it."
I asked, "What do you need?"
She sighed and said, "A miracle would be nice. He sent me out here to talk to you. He wants me standing here with you while you take care of the next customer."
I pulled her close and held her and said, "Want to leave? I'll be glad to punch him out and get the hell out of here."
She said, "That is exactly what I want. But nothing about our dilemma has changed since this morning."
Our luck was holding true to form. The next customer, or customers, were the Atkins brothers. They worked on their family farm about twenty miles out of town. They weren't trouble makers or anything. But they were a little on the rough side, kind of crude and lacking in manners.
They waived at us when they came in and walked over to the counter. Lester, the older brother was telling me from half way across the store that they needed to order some parts for a milking machine.
He didn't finish his sentence, at least not for quite a while. He suddenly realized that he could see Erin's breasts and his mouth stopped in mid word. Both of them were single and I doubt very much that they had been out with a girl since they quit school in the sixth grade. They were in their thirties now.
They were staring at Erin's breasts in silence as they came up to the counter. Lester spoke first. In a voice filled with awe he said, "Oh my god! Daniel will you look at them! Is that not the prettiest sight you ever seen?!"
His younger brother, Daniel, said, "It sure as hell is! I ain't seen anything nicer than that in Playboy even!"
I heard a noise behind us and turned to see Ray coming out from the hallway where he had probably been standing and watching. He was grinning widely and enjoying our discomfort immensely.
As he approached he said, "Hey boys! How are the Atkins brothers doing today?"
Lester didn't take his eyes from Erin's breasts when he said, "We were doing okay until a minute ago Ray. We're doing a whole hell of a lot better now!"
Ray chuckled and said, "Pretty little thing, isn't she?"
They nodded in unison but didn't speak.
Ray said, "She doesn't just have great tits either. You should see her cunt and that cute ass of hers."
Daniel looked like he was about to start drooling. In a quiet, almost childlike voice he said, "I'd sure like to see that."
Ray asked him, "Did you ever see a girl's cunt Daniel?"
Daniel blushed but was surprisingly honest. "No sir, Ray. I only ever seen a naked woman in Playboy Magazine."
"Would you really like to?" Ray asked. Like there was a possibility he'd say no!
"God yes!" Daniel said.
I swear he sounded just like a little boy.
Ray looked out in the parking lot and saw that it was empty but for the Atkins brothers' pickup truck. He said, "Wait right there." Then he grabbed the "Be right back" sign from under the counter and went and locked the front door and hung up the sign.
He came back and as he neared the counter he said, "Everyone come with me."
The brothers waited for Erin and me to follow Ray and they fell in behind us. We all went into the stock room and when we were in the open space just inside the door Ray pulled Erin closer and turned her around to face me and the two brothers. He said, "I bet you boys will remember this for the rest of your lives."
I didn't doubt that they would.
He unzipped Erin's dress and pushed it down and off of her. He let it fall to the floor at her feet and she stood there on display to the two farmers, both of whom were quite likely virgins in their thirties.
Ray let them look for a moment and then pushed her over towards them. He said, "Go ahead boys, check her out. Feel those tits. See what her cunt feels like."
I was close enough that I could smell the farm smell on them. They had probably been up and working for eight or nine hour on the farm already. They were probably no dirtier than anyone else that had been doing hard, physical labor on a farm for that many hours, but the smell was not pleasant.
The boys glanced at me. I had met them many times since I started working here, but they probably had no idea who Erin was. They must have seen that I was upset though. Lester looked back and forth between me and Erin and I think he suspected that something wasn't quite right here. But he was human. He wasn't going to pass up this opportunity.
His brother was already pawing Erin's breasts and had one hand on her ass. Lester joined him, groping her other breast and dropping his hand down to her pussy to explore freely.
Erin closed her eyes and allowed them to grope her. She had no choice.
We watched them for several minutes. I didn't want to watch. I had turned away once but Ray cleared his throat to get my attention and glowered at me meaningfully. I turned back to watch.
They took turns exploring her pussy and at one point they both squatted down and spread her legs and pulled her pussy open and looked inside of her. The look of wonder on their faces would have been amusing if it were not for the circumstances.
After they had groped her extensively for several minutes Ray asked, "Forgive me for asking such a personal question, I know it isn't any of my business, but are you gentlemen both virgins?"
The brothers looked at each other and blushed. Finally Lester said, "I'm afraid so Ray. There ain't a lot of gals out where we live and we don't get to come to town much."
Ray said, "I understand men. Would you like to fuck Erin?"
Lester looked at Ray and then at me. Then he looked up at Erin's face. He turned back to Ray and said, "She don't look too happy about this Ray. I'd sure as hell like to fuck her. She sure is fine looking. But I ain't going to fuck no gal that ain't willing."
Ray said, "She's just a little embarrassed men. She likes to fuck and she'd be happy to be your first fuck. Wouldn't you Erin?"
She didn't seem to be surprised at all. I guess we had both suspected how this was going to end up.
Erin said, "Whatever you say Mr. Nash."
Lester stood back up and took his fingers away from her pussy. He looked her in the face and said, "You're this man's wife, ain't ya gal?" He had nodded in my direction as he asked.
She nodded.
Lester glanced at me and then back at Erin. He asked, "Why would you let us do it with you in here with your husband watching? And how come it's Ray that's offering?"
Erin was afraid to cross Ray. I don't know why. I didn't see how he could make things worse. She thought quickly and said, "Mr. Nash is right Lester. I like to fuck and I'd be honored to be your first fuck. Mr. Nash is offering because he's my boss."
It sounded pretty weak to me but it seemed to satisfy Lester. He turned back to Ray and said, "Where can we do it?"
Ray reached over to a pile of blankets that we use to wrap up deliveries so they don't get scratched up. He handed a couple of them to Erin and said, "Spread a couple of these out here on the floor Erin. Then get down on your back and entertain our guests."
Erin took the blankets and spread a couple of them out on the floor. It wasn't much but it was softer than the bare floor. She got down on her back and spread her legs and stared at the ceiling.
Lester was watching me with a look of confusion on his face as he unfastened his coveralls and let them fall to his ankles. He pushed his shorts down and got to his knees between Erin's legs. His cock was already very hard and it was also quite impressive. It looked to be about eight inches long.
He stretched out over Erin and started moving his hips around searching blindly for her opening. She grunted in pain and reached down and guided his cock to her pussy and as soon as it was in place he forced it in with one clumsy thrust.
Erin grunted in pain and he asked, "Did I hurt you?"
She groaned and said, "You are so big! I need a second to get used to you. Please Lester. Start out kind of slow, okay?"
He said, "Sure. I'm sorry girl. I didn't mean to hurt you."
She groaned and said, "You are so big! I need a second to get used to you. Please Lester. Start out kind of slow, okay?"
He said, "Sure. I'm sorry girl. I didn't mean to hurt you."
She grinned wryly and said, "It's okay Lester. I know you didn't. You have a nice one. I know it's going to feel good when you get started."
He started moving slowly and after a half a dozen strokes Erin said, "Okay Lester. I'm used to it now. You can do whatever feels good to you."
Lester started speeding up and slamming his cock into her. I was surprised at how long he lasted. Since it was his first time I thought that it would be over very quickly. Far from it! He lasted at least twenty minutes before he finally started bucking violently and then his body went rigid and he shivered as he filled Erin with his cum. It even seemed to take him a very long time to cum. I guess he'd been saving up for quite a while.
Lester finally got back to his knees and stared down at Erin for a long time before he finally got to his feet. He pulled his shorts and his overalls back up and as he was fastening the suspenders on his overalls Daniel was taking his off.
The brothers glanced at each other for a second. The look of excitement on Daniel's face was impossible to describe. His coveralls fell around his ankles and he pushed his shorts down and I was forced to observe the next cock that was about to rape my wife. His cock was only slightly smaller than his older brother's.
He dropped to his knees and Erin guided his cock into her. He started out very slow and Erin said, "It's okay Daniel. I'm used to it now. You can do it any way you want."
Daniel said, "Okay ma'am. But you let me know if I'm hurting you."
Then he started. He began pounding into her hard and the sound of his flesh slapping hers was uncomfortable. She grunted with each violent stroke but she didn't object. She just stared at the ceiling and waited for it to end.
Fortunately he didn't last half as long as his older brother had. He began to swear loudly and then he tensed up and he stroked into her all of the way through his orgasm. As soon as he finished he got back up on his knees and wiped his face with his sleeves and said, "Don't that just beat all! I never even dreamed it could be that good."
Daniel got to his feet and Lester asked, "Is she one of them girls that do it for money?"
Ray said, "No Lester. She did it because I told her to. You don't have to pay her."
Daniel, still with that young voice tinged with awe repeated himself. "Don't that just beat all!"
Erin didn't move until both men were dressed. Ray turned to me and said, "Clean her up and get back to work." Then he went out and unlocked the front door and took down the sign. I found a rag that Erin could use to sop up the large volume of cum dripping from her red and swollen pussy. I helped her sit up and I asked, "Do you want me to do this?"
She shook her head and took the rag from me. She looked to be in pain as she bent down and wiped herself clean.
I asked, "Is there anything I can do? Are you alright?"
She shook her head. She said, "No Dean. I'm a little sore. They fuck like animals. I just need to get enough of this up that I can put my dress on and make it to the bathroom."
She wiped at the cum until it was gone and I helped her to her feet. I handed her dress to her and she stepped into it. I helped her put it on and I zipped it up. She turned and finally looked me in the face. She had a questioning look in her face.
I smiled and said, "I know what you are looking for Erin. The only thing that you are going to find in my face or in my heart is sympathy and love. Theirs is no sense looking for anything else."
She stood up on her toes and kissed my lips briefly and said, "I would hug you but I have to get to the bathroom before it's too late. You better go wait on your customers."
I said, "I love you Erin," as she turned and rushed out.
I picked up the blankets and tossed them back on the pile. Then I went back out into the store and ordered the parts that the brothers had come in for.
Just before they left Lester looked me in the eye and said quietly, "She didn't do that willingly did she? And you weren't letting her do it willingly. Something ain't right here. I'm sorry Dean. I shouldn't have done it."
I was actually touched by what he said. I didn't blame him or his brother. I know damned well that if our positions were reversed I would have done the same damn thing if someone had offered Erin to me.
I replied, "Thank you Lester. I'll tell Erin. I know she'll appreciate that."
He asked, "Is there anything I can do?"
I sighed and said, "I'm afraid not. Not at the moment, except maybe keep this to yourselves. That would help."
He nodded and said, "You have my word." Then he turned to Daniel and said, "You ain't going to say anything either, are you Dan?"
Daniel looked like he really didn't know what the hell we were talking about. Lester looked at him and smiled and then turned to me and said, "Don't worry Dean. I'll explain it to him. And I'm sorry. I mean it sure was wonderful, but I guess we wasn't thinking too clearly at the moment."
I smiled and said, "It's okay. I was just thinking that if I was in your shoes I'd have done the same damn thing. Don't feel bad. I'll explain to Erin."
Lester shook my hand and they left. I finished filling out the parts order blank and took it into Erin's office. She had just returned from the bathroom and taken her seat. I gave her the order and after glancing at the closed door into Ray's office I whispered, "Lester began to realize that something wasn't right and he feels very bad about what happened. He told me to tell you he was sorry."
I could tell by her expression that Lester's apology meant a lot to her. She squeezed my hand and said, "Thanks. Now get your lazy ass to work."
I smiled and went back out front.
Ray came out and stood behind me at a little after three. He said, "I just did you a big favor Dean. I just taught Erin how to deepthroat. It was fantastic. Trust me. You are really going to thank me for that. I'm going home now. Don't forget I want both of you to go to Middlebury after you close. And she doesn't change clothes."
I didn't know how he would know. But when he handed me his credit card and told me to use it to pay for our dinner I think I realized how he could check. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that everyone working in the restaurant tonight was going to remember Erin.
As soon as he was gone I rushed into the back. Erin was on her knees with her dress down around her waist again. She had her hands over her face and she was crying quietly.
She looked up when she heard me come in and she started to struggle to her feet. I rushed to her side and helped her up. Then I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. The dam broke then and she cried hysterically. I knew that there was nothing I could say to make this better. I just held her close and waited for her to get it out of her system.
It took quite a while. She gradually began to calm down and after about ten minutes she was crying softly and trying to speak. I let her go and looked down at her. She turned and grabbed a handful of tissue from the box on her desk and wiped her eyes and then she blew her nose.
She threw the tissue away and in a raspy voice she asked for a glass of water. I went into Ray's office and got a bottle of cold water out of his refrigerator and brought it to her.
She took some pain killers out of her purse and washed them down with the water. I could see that it was painful for her to swallow. It broke my heart to see how much she was suffering. I leaned back against the table on the side of her small office and thought to myself that we were gaining nothing by submitting to that asshole. He didn't have to have me arrested to ruin us. He was quickly destroying our reputation and before long we would have to leave this town no matter what else happened. So I didn't see the point in letting him get away with this shit any longer.
I waited until Erin had calmed down a little more and told her what I was thinking. I pointed out that after our little lunch outing today our reputations were going to be drastically effected. There was no way that word of what happened wasn't going to spread around this small town like a wildfire.
I trusted the Atkins brothers to keep quiet. But it was unlikely that they would have said anything anyway. They certainly didn't socialize with anyone in town. But the boys that witnessed that show at lunch time, and those girls that had found it so offensive, they were going to tell everyone they knew what they had seen.
I heard someone come into the store and I left Erin to pull herself together. I stayed pretty busy after that, up until about a half hour before closing. Finally it was six and I locked up. We had prepared the deposit in advance and dropped the day's receipts off and headed for Middlebury. I had checked their web site and gotten their location. They were open for another hour but even though it was only thirty miles it was narrow, winding roads and even if I didn't get behind a slow moving vehicle it would still take a good forty-minutes to get there.
It was quiet in the car at first. We were both dreading what it was going to be like for Erin to walk around town in that dress. I had suggested that we tell Ray to go to hell and take our chances but she was still adamant.
Middlebury is a college town and it has its fair share of beautiful young women running around in clothes that get a man's attention. But it is not a very cosmopolitan town. It is not a very cosmopolitan state. Even the largest cities in this state have a rural flavor to them. It isn't like a college town in Florida or Texas or California. The girls here do not go around with their breasts exposed and their skirts so short that they cannot bend or sit.
We arrived with only ten minutes to spare and I managed to find a parking place right near the costume shop. I tried to get Erin to stay in the car but she was too afraid of Ray to disobey him. She got out and accompanied me inside.
There were no other customers in the store, just the young man behind the counter. His eyes opened wide as we approached the counter and I told him what I needed. He stared openly at Erin's exposed breasts and for a moment it didn't seem that he could engage his mind.
I suppose I couldn't blame him. Even after I had been married to her for this long I was still breathless when I saw her naked.
He finally snapped out of it and led me to a small collection of chauffer uniforms on the side of the room. I had a dark suit and only needed the hat. I found one in my size and we went back to the counter and I paid him. We left the clerk to his fantasies and hurried back out to the car.
We had not discussed where to eat. Usually when we came to town to eat we came for pizza. There was a place in town that made excellent New York style pizza. But we didn't want to go there like this. We wanted to be able to go back there. We thought it best to go somewhere we had never been and would never want to go back to. Besides, if Ray was paying for the meal we wanted it to be expensive.
We talked it over and decided on a steakhouse on the edge of town. It was supposed to be expensive and it was far enough away from the college that we hoped it wouldn't be full of college kids.
We drove over there and perhaps since it was the middle of the week it wasn't crowded. As you might expect, we got some unpleasant looks from the female halves of the few other couples patronizing the place and some enthusiastic stares from the men that saw us. But the staff tried to act as if Erin was fully dressed. They seated us at a dark booth that was away from the other guests and we were left to deal with only the young waiter who gave us excellent service all through the meal but was unable to stop looking at Erin's breasts. Again, I couldn't blame him.
Erin ordered lobster and I ordered the most expensive steak on the menu. We had a bottle of wine and we took our time and ate and drank and talked quietly. We were stuffed by the time the meal was over. We had not eaten much since this whole mess had begun on Monday but we made up for it. We even ordered deserts to go. We were anxious to get out of there and get home so that Erin could get out of that dress.
I paid with Ray's credit card and left a hefty tip. We made it out to the car then without entertaining any more customers and I drove home carefully. I am not in the habit of drinking and driving but I had really needed a couple of glasses of wine tonight. I was looking forward to getting home and having another.
When we got home I put the deserts in the refrigerator and poured us both another glass of wine. We sat quietly out on the front porch in the dark and I put my arm around Erin. It was almost 9:00 P.M. and there were a few young people out in their cars, probably returning from visiting their girlfriend's houses. But other than that the streets were quiet as usual.
We sat there like that for probably fifteen minutes. When our glasses were empty I went in and got the bottle and poured us another. After I had rejoined Erin on the porch swing she asked, "Did you ever think about what it's like to grow up as a girl?"
I thought about that. I finally answered, "No. I thought a lot about girls when I was growing up. Like most guys I struggled with trying to figure out what girls think. I don't think I thought about what it was like to grow up as a girl though."
She said, "Maybe if you thought about what it was like for us you would have had a clue about what we think. I don't mean to imply that the experience is the same for all girls of course. We are not nearly so monolithic a group as you guys seem to be. But there are a lot of commonalities. We have to get used to things that boys don't ever have to think about. And I don't just mean that we have periods. But if you think about how much sex education we get from our parents you can imagine what that is like, the first few times especially."
"It's more than that though. We are the butt of constant teasing and bad jokes from boys from the very beginning. When we enter puberty and our breasts start to grow we are already feeling self conscious about our bodies. Now every male in the world is staring at us. I mean, I know that they aren't, but it seems like it. And a lot of them are. And we are confused because we want to have big beautiful breasts like all the beautiful women we see in magazines and on television or even walking down the street. We want to be objects of desire. But then when we are we don't know how to act. It is a very difficult time. It's much worse for some of us than for others of course. Some girls seem to breeze through it."
"We have all of these conflicting emotions that boys don't have to deal with. We want to be desired and we start thinking about sex just as much as boys do. But unlike boys, we have to worry about our reputations and getting pregnant and our parents sending us away to a nunnery, or at least losing respect for us. We want to turn boys on and we want to be looked at and we want to be touched just as much as you guys want to touch us. But society has decided that while it is alright for guys to act that way, we girls must control our desires until we are married. No, it's worse than that, we aren't even supposed to have those desires until we are married!"
She paused for a second and I tried to figure out what she was trying to tell me, or why she was telling me this at all. She finally continued and it started to become obvious, finally, what she was trying to say.
"I was always one of the most self-conscious girls around. I never got used to the way men looked at me, at least not when I was a teenager. I am still not totally comfortable in my body. When I was fourteen and fifteen and sixteen I would sometimes feel so aware of my body, so self conscious when I walked down the sidewalk that I could hardly walk. Now, having to be nearly naked so much in front of so many men, so many boys, it's almost more than I can stand. But as much as I hate it I have to admit something to you. I don't know why, I have been worried that you would find out though. I feel like I have to tell you, I have to try to explain. When that rat bastard son of a bitch makes me wear those slutty dresses, or worse yet take them off, I get so wet. I don't understand it. I know it's wrong and I don't want to feel that way. And I am terrified that you will find out, or that Ray will say something to you."
I breathed a sigh of relief. I think I finally knew what this was all about. I am only a man, so I wasn't certain though. I asked, "Is that what you were trying to say? Your body reacts to some of this stuff and you are afraid I will find out and be upset?"
She nodded almost imperceptibly.
I hugged her and kissed the top of her head. I said, "Christ you had me worried. I thought you were going to try to get me to understand women! You can't ask that of a man. Would it make you feel any better or would you be pissed off if I told you that through a lot of the things that have happened to you this week I have had a hard on? I don't mean that I am enjoying it. I hate seeing you being raped and humiliated and degraded and every time you cry it tears me up inside. But my body reacts without any help from my brain too. When I see your breasts exposed and even when I see some of the things that prick is doing to you my cock gets hard. I guess I know how you feel though. I have been scared to death that you would notice and think that I was okay with what he was doing."
She turned in her seat and looked at me. There was a long pause and then she asked, "Really? You got a hard on? When? Which things made you hard?"
I was getting real uncomfortable now. I said, "I would rather not say. The point is, it is a physiological reaction. We can't control it and you shouldn't worry about it. I'm glad you get wet. If you get wet you won't get hurt as bad. Trust me Erin. That is the least of our worries. The one thing that you don't have to worry about through all of this is what I think about you. I adore you and I respect you and that will not change."
She was quiet for a minute and then rested her hand on my soft cock and she asked, "You really got a hard on? I'm so relieved!"
I shook my head in wonder. "I was terrified that you would see it and think I was enjoying what he was doing to you."
As her hand lightly squeezed my cock it started growing quickly. She smiled and said, "Speaking of the devil. Why don't we go to bed? It's getting late."
She got to her feet and pulled me inside using my cock as a handle. I followed her into the kitchen and we put our wine glasses in the sink. When we got back into the living room I bent down and picked her up and tossed her over my shoulder. She squealed as I squeezed my hand in between her thighs and rubbed my finger against her moist slit as I carried her quickly upstairs and threw her on the bed.
She started to get back up so that she could undress but I pushed her back down on the bed and got out of my pants and shorts as quickly as possible. Then I climbed up on top of her and fucked her like Lester had earlier today. This time we weren't making love. I was nearly raping her. I was purposefully rough and I groped her breasts through that sheer dress and kissed her passionately.
She started screaming and cumming and she came over and over before I finally filled her with yet another load of cum. Three other men had fucked my wife before I had today. I suppose that most other men would react differently to that. I don't mean to imply that I was happy about the situation. But I had gotten a hard on watching the Atkins brothers fuck Erin on the floor of the storeroom and sometimes when I was worrying about her in the office alone with Ray and picturing the things that were happening there I got a hard on.
I felt guilty about it. But it happened. I wouldn't recommend our situation as a way to spice up your sex life. But I guess if we could react this way to what was happening we had a lot more chance of having our marriage survive intact. My biggest concern was not that Erin was being raped. My biggest concern was that it would fuck up her mind. But she seemed to be holding up surprisingly well. Maybe, just maybe, we could get through this.
When our violent fuck was finally over and we were laying there in the dark and holding each other tight she laughed and said, "You fucking pervert!"
I kissed her and asked, "Yeah. What's your point?"
She was quiet for a long time after that and then she said, "We're going to make it, aren't we? I was so afraid this would be something that would destroy our marriage, destroy your love for me."
I responded, "Silly woman! I could never stop loving you. I was worried that you would end up hating me for not being able to protect you. Besides, it is the relationship that Ray and I have had since we were just out of diapers that is responsible for the things that are happening to you. He is enjoying what he is doing to you. But he is doing it to torment me more than he is doing it to torment you. Every time he does something to you in the office he comes out and stands behind me and tells me what he has done. That is what this is all about. If I were you I'd hate me right now."
She kissed me hard and then she said, "Stupid man! It isn't your fault Ray is crazy. You said you heard things about him when you were growing up. He was crazy without any help from you. Now, I've got to take a quick shower. I can still smell those poor farmers on me!"
She got up and as she was taking her dress off she said, "Can you imagine those poor guys being virgins?! They must be in their mid-thirties! It's too bad they don't have anyone. They were pretty nice. Not real bright maybe, but nice. And don't tell my husband but they had a couple of pretty nice cocks too."
I got up and slapped her butt and sent her off to take a shower while I finished undressing. I decided a shower wouldn't hurt me either and I went in and joined her in the tub. We hugged and kissed and soaped each other up and then we had to hurry up and rinse off. I resolved that the first thing that I was going to do when we could afford it was buy a larger hot water heater.
The next morning I had to take another shower. I'm a heavy sleeper and I can't wake up in the morning without a shower. While I was in the shower Erin got dressed and went down and made coffee. I got downstairs twenty minutes later and walked into the kitchen and stopped and stared at today's outfit.
In some ways it wasn't as bad as yesterday's. The top wasn't sheer and her nipples were covered. It was a bright red dress. It was shimmery and looked like it was made out of the same material as a pair of red panties she has. It was made of a very thin material. I could see the outline of her nipples where the material rested against her breasts. The bodice was cut so low that I could almost see her navel. It draped down over her breasts loosely but it looked like any move she made was likely to expose her breasts.
The skirt was slit up to the waist on one side and because it was so tight there was a large gap exposing a couple of inches of her nude hip. It was, of course, embarrassingly short. She watched me take inventory of her dress and then she said, "Get used to it Dean. Ray has awful taste in women's clothes. There was nothing in that suitcase that a normal woman would willingly wear."
I went in and got my coffee and we sat at the kitchen table and tried to steady ourselves for the kind of day that we knew we were in for. I had noticed that it was raining so at least it was unlikely that we would have to go to the Dairy Queen for lunch.
I looked at the way that Erin's skirt separated when she sat down. She followed my gaze and looked ruefully at how much skin was exposed. The tiny skirt pulled away to the side and it was impossible for her to cover her pussy when she was seated. But that wasn't all. When she leaned forward even slightly the top fell away and exposed her breasts, or at least one of them. It kept sliding off to the side and she had to constantly place it back over her breasts. It was obvious that she was in for another bad day.