Actually, it sounded fun. I hadn't played dress up with another girl since my teen years and now here we were, 2 grown women, looking through clothes together and deciding what to wear.
We started in her room. We created 3 piles. 1: too plain, 2: probably appropriate 3: my husband would be thrilled if she wore that.
We then went in my room and did the same. We then took pile 3 from both our stuff put them on the bed, side by side, and started deciding which we would wear. We were laughing and having fun. We kept daring each other o try on something more daring.
In the end she pulled on a short black sheath that clung to every inch of her skin. It ended 2" below her crotch.
"How about this," she said.
I looked, "you can see the lines of your thong through the material."
She reach unde
