“Sexy, lacy and racy sounds good to me", I replied.“Follow me,” the young clerk said, taking off towards the back of the store. As we walked to ...he back of the store, I casually sized her up. She was cute, not as cute as my girlfriend, but still cute, none-the-less. She was wearing skin-tight black leggings and a long shirt that barely covered her ass. She was weight to height proportionate and had very long back hair. As we got to the back of the store, she showed me several outfits that were. After supper while relaxing together we started making plans with a number of close friends to go out on Saturday the 10th for one last big party together before everyone goes their separate ways for the December holidays. By 10pm when I left plans were all complete and we were going to a club nearby to Jessica's house. The next day I took it easy and once it reached 5pm I had a big dinner and then went to shower and get ready for the night ahead. I left just on 6 30pm to go to my girlfriend's. .. cuddling… my heart thumping in my chest and her’s thumping in her chest (yes I could hear her heart beating when we were both quiet for a few seconds), I asked if she would like to eat now. So we had dinner and I opened the bottle of the sparkling and poured her a glass. We sipped on the champagne and ate our dinner talk a bit more. Except that as we ate and drank the conversation became more and more intimate. We were NOW talking about her relationship and how she was always so disappointed. Warm eyes-only inches from mine, a frown line on your forehead, not quite covered by an adorable curl of hair is all I notice at first.Finally I am able to speak a coherent sentence and say that I am ok. You pull back a little, just looking at me. Suddenly I am aware that my thin cotton dress is plastered against my body accentuating every line. A flush is creeps across my cheeks and with an ineffectual tug I try to arrange the fabric across my breasts to reveal a little less, but it is not.