Total pages in book: 11
Estimated words: 9925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 50(@200wpm)___ 40(@250wpm)___ 33(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 9925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 50(@200wpm)___ 40(@250wpm)___ 33(@300wpm)
"What do you think?" I ask, holding them up to me.
"I think your ass would look great in those," he says.
I laugh, rolling my eyes. "Honestly, maybe I should go shopping with a girlfriend, because you seem to think I look good in everything."
Ryan smiles. "That's because you do look good in everything. Stop being hard on yourself, babe. You look great. Always."
I twist my lips. "Thanks," I say. "I don't think I realized how much I needed a bit of a confidence boost today. It sucks when nothing seems to fit or look good."
Ryan tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "Well, sometimes we all just need a reminder that we are worth more than the clothes we put on."
I smile. "Oh, I see what you're saying. You like me better naked."
Ryan's eyes dart around, realizing no one's with us behind the clothing rack. He leans in and kisses me. "Of course I think you look better with nothing on, but," he holds up the bag from the lingerie store, "I think you'd look pretty good in these too. How about you take your cue, go into the dressing room with that white thong and take the picture I told you to take."
"Is that an order?" I ask, crossing my arms and giving him a pout.
"Yes, it's a direct order. Now get your little ass in the dressing room and do as you're told. I want that picture, Rachel, and I want it now."
The gravelly sound of his voice turns me on, sending a flutter through my belly, and the panties I’m wearing are wet. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"You know, sometimes you give me the best directions," I say. Licking my lips, I take the lingerie bag from his hand and walk toward the dressing room. "Don't stray too far," I say. "I want to show you how the clothes look when I try them on."
He grins, following behind me. I leave him in the waiting area. There are a few chairs, but no one's here. I guess that's the benefit of going to a large department store, there's tons of dressing rooms and no one is here to bother us.
I walk into the dressing room and hang my items on a hook, locking the door behind me. I set down my purse, and then reach inside the lingerie bag, fishing for the panties. I bite my bottom lip considering them. I know Ryan is being extra nice to me in giving me a bit of a shopping spree, but I want him to know I'm not just a brat. I'm his spoiled brat.
Thinking I'm hilarious, I slip off my sneakers and pull the panties over my denim jeans. I pull them all the way up my hips and look in the mirror. It's ridiculous. I'm wearing a thong over my jeans with a t-shirt still on.
I know this is not what Ryan had in mind when he told me to take a picture for him in these panties in the dressing room, but he wasn't explicit. He didn't tell me that I needed to take off my jeans before I put on the thong. No, he just asked for a picture of me in this thong, and I'm giving it.
I think it is so funny and I know the girls on the Brats Forever forum will think it's equally hilarious. So I grab my phone out of my purse and I stand in front of the mirror, giving the sultry, sexy stance I know he’s expecting. But knowing that he’s not expecting the lower half of my body to be so entirely clothed.
I snap the pic, thinking I'm just too clever. I pull up my messages and click on his name, attaching the photo and adding a few kissy heart face emojis before sending it. Then I set the phone down and look at the clothes I need to try on. I slip off the thong and my jeans.
I pick out one of the cute sundresses I found and pull it on over my head. I adjust it around my boobs, feeling like it pulls a little bit at the chest. But then I think maybe that's a good thing, maybe Ryan will love that. I lick my lips, eyeing the thong that I've pulled off.
Considering I've already purchased it, I decide to exchange the underwear I've been wearing with this new pair of panties. I tuck my old ones in the lingerie bag and pull up the bottom of the dress, checking out my ass in the mirror. I smile. Okay, Ryan is going to love this. Especially the idea of me in a little dress with a thong on, I know that's trouble, easy access and everything. I laugh to myself, knowing how lucky I am to have a husband who is so turned on by the things I wear, or don't wear.