Fashion Show_(0)

I was sitting in the front room of my brother’s house waiting for him to come home when his wife called me into her bedroom, I found her standing in front of the open walk-in closet looking dejectedly at her hanging clothes. “What do you want?” I asked.

“I’m going out with Richard tonight, we are going to the Montha, you’ve been there, that new place on 17th. street. I need to wear something sexy but I don’t know what.”

“You have a closet full of sexy clothes, I’ve seen you wearing all kinds of hot stuff. So what do you want?” I repeated.

She looked up at me “Help me, I can’t decide what looks good. You’ve been there, what do the girls wear?”

I stepped back from my sister-in-law-in-law and looked her up and down. She stands about 5’6, comes in around 115 pounds, much of that in her tits and butt. She’s got a pretty face when she isn’t being a bitch, her sandy blonde hair falls in easy curls to the middle of her back. She was wearing Daisy Mae denim shorts and a white halter tied at the waist so her midriff and crystal belly button pin were showing. It looked like she’d forgotten to put on a bra that morning. “Wear what you have on, that’s pretty fucking hot.”

“No, I want to give Richard a chance to play with me while we are at the table, he can’t get his fingers under the shorts.”

“You want him to finger you at the club?”

Sabina nodded and flushed lightly, “Yeah, it gets me hot for later when we fuck. If I don’t get the foreplay I don’t get off much. If I get felt up in a public place I get so damned turned on and we really have a good time when we get to it.”

“Crap girl, I wish my girlfriend would do that, the only thing she does in public is shop.”

Sabina grinned naughtily, “The best part of shopping is sneaking into a changing booth with some guy.”

Her revelation about what gets her hot had an immediate affect on my nuts. sister-in-law or not, I imagined how much fun it would be to finger fuck her in a restaurant or someplace like that. “Okay, so you’re a public slut, what am I doing here?”

She ignored my crude insult,“You have to tell me what I should wear tonight, I’ll try on some stuff and you be the judge. Remember, it has to be sexy enough to get Richard on his knees later, I want him to eat an entire dessert between my legs tonight. I’m getting horny just thinking about it.”

I sat on the edge of her bed then relaxed back on a pillow. Sabina pawed through several articles of wear and pulled five off the hangers then tossed them to the bed. All together the five dresses could have been made up of a square yard of material. Skimpy was the best word I could think of or any of them. I was expecting her to hold the dresses up against her cute body and ask my opinion but once she had her selection she said “Okay, I’ll try these on.” She glanced at her adjoining bathroom for a couple of moments and I was thinking she would go in to change. After a short hesitation my sister-in-law surprised the holy shit out of me by dropping her shorts and pulling off her shirt. In seconds she was standing unabashedly in front of me wearing just a daring red lace thong. While I stared at her firm standing tits with large pale brown aureole and nipples my prick began to morph.

As Sabina picked up a dress from the bed she glanced at me, she saw where I was staring, looked down on her own tits and asked calmly, “Like them?”

“Christ girl, you should have warned me, I would have worn a steel jock strap to keep me in place.”

She snickered, “You’re supposed to react to the clothes, not my tits.”

“Yeah? Well cover them up with clothes so I can drool over you that way.” Sabina stretched her arms over her head and slipped a yellow knit sheath down her arms and body. She adjusted the waist, pulled at the hem which was only a couple of inches below her crotch then spun to look over her shoulder in the full length mirror.