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As Susan had been talking, she'd also been changing. She wore a dium-length dress and saw no need to take that off as the longer wedding dress covered it up completely. But she'd removed her top and bra, and now stood in a white lacy wedding dress with her boobs hanging out.
Ginger held her by the arm and began to guide her across the room. "Sounds like so guy you have there. I'll bet you'll get a lot of tasty loads out of him with this outfit. What do you think?"
Susan had been led to a full length mirror, and for a few seconds, she admired herself in the topless wedding dress. She imagined what it would look like with Alan's cum all over her face and chest, and more dripping off her tongue and out of her mouth. She held her hands demurely in front of her and smiled as if posing for a wedding photo.
But then a realization hit her: I'm standing topless in the middle of a store! She shrieked and imdiately covered up her boobs with both hands. However, the dress also left her entire back and ass completely open to view, but there was nothing she could do to imdiately cover that up.
Suzanne had been furtively watching and listening to Susan and Ginger the whole ti, but now she felt she had to step in. She crossed the room quickly and said, "Susan, what's the problem?"
Susan turned to look at Suzanne, and saw that her friend wore nothing but crotchless panties and an underbra which rely highlighted the nakedness of her breasts rather than cover them up. "Suzanne! Look at ! I'm practically naked!"
Suzanne replied in an annoyed but patient voice, "Yeah. So what? We're in the back room of a sex shop. Look at ; I'm wearing less than you." She waved a hand up and down her body, and then continued, "This is the tradition here. There's no need for changing rooms in a store like this on a ladies only day." Suzanne then raised a disapproving and curious eyebrow. "Don't tell you've gone back to being a prude again!"
Susan was still blushing and had her head bowed. "But, but, anyone could walk in! Anybody!"
Suzanne replied, "So what? You know the store is locked and no one can see you but us and the girls. Besides, if so other woman did walk in, you know what she would think? First, she'd be more taken aback by the way I'm dressed, or undressed, than you are. But if she did look at you, she'd think, 'Wow, look at that hot number in that wedding dress. I wish I looked half as good as her.' Then she'd start shopping. We're in a SEX shop, not J. C. Penny's. Now, drop your arms."
Susan replied petulantly like a little girl, "I don't want to!"
"Suuuuuusan..." Suzanne growled like a disapproving mother. Seeing that wasn't enough, she added, "Just imagine: what would Alan want? Imagine he's standing right where I am." As soon as the words left her mouth, she thought, Oh fuck. Here I am testing to see if she can keep a secret and then I say his na. How ironic. And Susan and Ginger noticed right away, too. At least the incest stuff is still a secret, and that's the important thing. Although I'll bet Ginger's so jaded she wouldn't even care much about that.
Susan closed her eyes and imagined Alan there. Not only did she lower her arms, but she thrust her chest forward as far out as she could as she imagined Alan's eyes upon her.
"That's better," Suzanne said comfortingly. "Wow, look at you. You look fantastic. Do you like the dress?"
"Like it? I LOVE it! Suzanne, this is the greatest dress EVER! My God, if by so miracle my you-know-who wanted to marry , I'd want to wear THIS wedding dress with my breasts completely exposed, to remind him that I'm his big-titted babe. Oh my GOD! The very idea is SOOOO exciting! Can you think of anything MORE exciting?! I think I'm going to faint!"
Suzanne grinned at Susan's enthusiasm. "Well, imagine if you said your wedding vows to him dressed in that while giving him a blowjob. Just picture the preacher and all the onlookers staring at THAT."
Susan's eyes went wide. "OH. MY. GOD. Suzanne! Eeeeek! I AM going to faint! Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" She ran around in small circles, exploding with excitent and energy.
Suzanne turned to Ginger and smiled. "Ginger, that's your na, right? I'll let you take over from here. Put that wedding dress on our tab and then see what else she wants."
That caught Susan's attention. She stopped her frantic running about and protested, "Suzanne, we can't! God knows I've love to, but if Alan sees this, he's going to get the wrong idea. You know, it would be presumptuous to think that he and I, well, that he might want to..." She blushed furiously at the thought of marrying her son.
Suzanne waved her hand in the air dismissively. "Nah. Consider it just another costu, like the military uniform Ginger is wearing. A wedding dress is nothing shocking compared to your cow outfit." She walked off deeper into the store, still not wearing a stitch.
Ginger smiled encouragingly at Susan and said, "She should have said 'the military uniform Ginger WAS wearing.' Maybe you'll feel more comfortable changing in public if I'm naked too. There's no point running back and forth to the changing room every ti. I've seen the privates of literally thousands of people here. It's nothing." She dropped her skirt and panties before she even finished talking so Susan wouldn't have a chance to protest. Then she began to remove her top at a slower pace.
Susan looked around, from Ginger disrobing, to Suzanne bending over and flashing a naked ass in her direction. Her nipples and pussy were tingling and her breath was heavy. "Wow. I had no idea sex shops are like this."
"Well, just on certain days," Ginger replied untruthfully. "It would be different if n were around. But it's just us girls. Now let's get you so more costu accessories. Did your friend say sothing about cow outfits? We have a fairly decent selection of cow-thed items if you'll co this way."
"This is so embarrassing. I don't really need any cow- ooh!" Susan stopped her protests because she looked over and saw Ginger standing and wearing nothing but her officer's cap, holding up a cow tail. Swinging from one end of the cow tail was an attachable butt plug, and there didn't seem to be any bikini straps attached to it. She imdiately hurried over, still in the wedding dress.
Susan held up the cow tail, staring at it in fascination. "I could use that. How much is that?"
Ginger smiled and noticed that the lack of straps for the cow tail didn't deter Susan in the slightest. Most won would have been turned off by the sight of the naked plug without any other ans of attachnt. "Thirty dollars. But it's cheaper if you buy the whole set of cow-thed accessories. Here, take off your wedding dress and I'll show you the lot."
As Ginger continued to help Susan shop, Susan never stopped to wonder why the only employee she'd seen in the store was helping her exclusively and ignoring the other three won she'd co with. She was having far too much fun trying out the cornucopia of sex products all around her.
In just thirty minutes she'd collected over $1000 in purchases and still there was much more she wanted to buy. The notion of a $400 limit went completely out the window in her mind. She figured that if Suzanne was insistent in enforcing that, she could sneak back the next day and buy the rest. Susan hadn't been good with self-control in recent weeks; she absolutely had to have it all, and right away.
She also didn't give much thought to the fact that she, Ginger, and Suzanne were naked more often than not now. For her, nakedness had beco the norm and it was having to wear clothes on the ride to the store that seed strange and uncomfortable, so she adjusted quickly.
As they shopped, Ginger made sure to get touchy-feely at every opportunity. Under the guise of helping Susan into or out of outfits, she was able to run her hands all over the foxy mother's body nearly constantly. Furthermore, she kept the conversation on Alan and sex with him, keeping Susan in perpetual heat.
But so far Susan hadn't reciprocated by touching Ginger except in the most incidental way.
Normally Ginger would have made so moves on her "prey" by now, but Suzanne had warned her to go slow.
After taking another outfit off Susan, Ginger decided to get a bit bolder. She ran a finger up a long rivulet of pussy juice rolling down Susan's thigh, and managed to get most of it on her finger. "Look at you. You're quite a leaker. I wish I could gush like that. We'd better get you dried off a bit or you're going to ruin the next outfit you try on. Or maybe not." She brought her cum-soaked finger up to her mouth and sniffed at Susan's juices. "Mmmm."
Susan just looked a bit stunned. She didn't say anything. She looked around for guidance from Suzanne, but Suzanne was deliberately making herself scarce.
Encouraged by Susan's lack of resistance, Ginger brought the wet finger up to her lips.
Susan held her breath, and then gasped, as Ginger smiled and sucked her own finger dry.
Then Ginger said, "Let's tackle this leaking problem right at the source." She brought her hand back down and pushed a finger into Susan's pussy lips.
Suddenly, Susan squealed and broke away. She held her hands over her boobs so they wouldn't bounce so much and ran through the store until she found Suzanne on the other side.
She said, breathlessly, but in a near whisper, "Suzanne! I think Ginger just tried to make a pass at !"
Suzanne raised an eyebrow and said sarcastically, "You think?"
Susan detected the sarcasm and replied, "Okay, smarty-pants, I know. But what do I do about it? She's not Alan-approved."
Suzanne was honestly surprised and impressed by Susan's loyalty to Alan, even in a female-only situation like this. She decided to give genuine advice, although it kind of ruined her seduction sche. She muttered in a low voice, "True. But rember that part of our role as Alan's nymphos is that we need to bring him new girls from ti to ti. Given that Ginger's standing there naked, don't you think you should try her out and see if she's suitable?"
"Oh yeah. Good idea. But how do I try her out? I an, look at her boobs. They're probably only C-cups, if that. He could do better." Susan had developed great pride in her own breasts. She defined Katherine's boobs as the lower end of "big" and was very proud of her daughter's endownts, but her derision for anything significantly smaller than that was imdiately obvious.
"True," Suzanne conceded. "He is a tit man, we all know that. However, maybe Ginger has so other traits that make up for it. Is she bisexual or just lesbian? Can she deep throat? Is she cool with orgies? With harems? With you-know-what?" She hoped Susan would recognize this as a reference to incest and gathered from a subtle nod that Susan did. "You should tread carefully with that last one though until we get to know her a whole lot better. Is she cool in general? Does she have a boyfriend or even a husband? And crucially, how good is she in bed? Basically, is she Alan-worthy? That's a lot more to determine Alan-worthiness than just breast size."
Susan nodded and looked around conspiratorially. "Ah. Okay. I get it. I'll check it out and report back."
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