I was trying my best to keep up but he seemed in a big hurry. We got to Torrid and he started loading me up with clothes to try on. ‘Wear this skirt...with this shirt. And I really like this red top here. Try on this corset and this little leather do-hickey…’ ‘Hold on one second! That skirt and shirt… they are both skirts, that red top is hideous, the corset is pretty but I don’t know…. And that little ‘leather do-hickey’ is NOT going on my body,’ I said to him. ‘Give me the black skirt, the. . but long enough for the little vixen to press her thigh against me a bit too much for comfort but worse than that, she placed her bouquet of flowers across both our laps, with one hand underneath the flowers gently squeezing the top of my thigh, ....... fucking hell, and there wasn't even a sign of anything in her face as I looked at her in astonishment.We didn't get chance to talk again until after the meal, sadly we were sat on different tables but there were plenty of glances and smiles. For the final act, I didn’t want that to be a fuck. So I put her on bed opened her covered eyes and covered us with a bedsheet. Slowly looking into each other’s eyes, I entered her. Stroked her slowly and steadily. As we progressed I made some long hard strokes but none of them were fast.She also enjoyed it, giving her hips to each thrust willingly. After 15-20 minutes of awesome lovemaking, I filled her with my loads of sperm. It took some time to explore her asshole with the same treatment.. As I browsed I couldn’t stop thinking about what I would feel like being seen naked by men other than my father and I guessed that that influenced the outfits that I thought about buying because I found myself attracted to photos of girls wearing ultra short skirts and I actually ordered a couple of skirts that a couple of weeks ago I would never have been seen dead in. Then I discovered that the search engine had listed some sites with erotic stories about girls who wore really short skirts.