Chapter 6

The movie I had not been watching finished and John flicked the TV to another channel and started watching some football; I went and made us a coffee then settled down in the chair letting my mind drift back again.

Telling stories had been a fairly common part of our foreplay for a long time but that night had been the first time either of us had suggested that I might go further than just dressing revealingly or giving the occasional lucky guy an unexpected peek. John had always encouraged me to be a bit more daring when choosing what to wear but after that night he began being even more outrageous than usual. When we were out together, he seemed to actually go out of his way to find opportunities to show me off a bit. A couple of days after that story telling session we had been in the supermarket doing the weekly shop and he had leant close to me and whispered, go to the ladies and take off your bra and panties for me. I just gave him a look, I was hardly dressed for showing off though, just a mid length denim skirt and a tee shirt, who dresses up for shopping?

"Please," he asked.

I shrugged and wandered off in search of the ladies. When I returned he held his hand out and I handed him my underwear. He had obviously given some thought to this ahead of time because the next section of the shopping list was stuff from the chilled and frozen section. I had dragged him around the supermarket often enough for him to have a good idea of the routine I liked to follow. As usual, he was pushing the trolley and reading from my shopping list while I selected items from the shelves. Once we got to the chilled section however, instead of following me along the shelves he positioned himself at one end of the aisle with the trolley. Looking at the list, he read out the next item,

"Butter."

I walked along the row of open chillers to the butter section and stood for a moment making my selection, the blast of cold air made me quite aware of not having any underwear on, my nipples responded tightening and pressing against the materiel of my tee shirt. As I walked back towards John, his eyes were fixed on my breasts. I put the butter in the trolley and he gave me a wink,

"Cheese."

The cheese was right next to the butter, he could have saved me a trip but I realised that he was working to his own little plan.

'Doing the shopping one item at a time is going to take all night, ' I thought.

"Bacon."

A third time I walked down the aisle between the big chillers. The bacon was on the lowest shelf but instead of bending, I squatted beside the shelf and swivelled so my knees were pointing towards John. I could see a smile spread across his face and he nodded slightly encouraging me. Slowly I let my knees drift apart as I pretended to search for the right pack of bacon. Glancing sideways, I could see him out of the corner of my eye pretending to check the sell by dates on some yoghurt. That was just an excuse, his head was swivelled my way and I could almost feel his gaze on my pussy. Straightening I walked back towards him grinning,

"Enjoying the view darling?"

"Very much, thank you."

We carried on with our shopping still playing the game, my nipples stayed hard, partly from the air conditioning and partly from excitement. A couple of times I noticed bored looking husbands pushing trolleys suddenly brighten up as I passed by and they caught sight of my breasts. We were getting to the end of my shopping list so I decided to give him one last treat before we headed for the checkout. I waited until we had an aisle to ourselves then walked away from him to the opposite end. Turning I called him then as he turned towards me grabbed the bottom of my tee shirt and pulled it up over my breasts. I held my pose for a moment then pulled the shirt back down and led the way to the checkout. When we got there John took out his wallet and paid for the shopping, something I usually do.

"Spend the money on a sexy new outfit," he said, "you deserve a treat for tonight."

After that night in the supermarket it got quite common for John to ask me to take my panties off for him while we were out, I was spending more time out of my knickers than in them. I was getting more daring too. Once my knickers were safely in John's pocket, I was being much less careful about making sure no one else got a glimpse. He would whisper to me constantly, wondering if this person or that person had got a peek at my pussy.

When we got home after these little trips he was always really randy, a couple of times we never even made it upstairs. The other new development was that John would spend less time on foreplay. Our normal routine had been that he would make me come two or three times with his fingers and tongue before entering me. Now he had taken to fucking me first and then as soon as he had come inside me he would move down and lick me clean, spending ages making sure he got every drop and always giving me two or three lovely orgasms in the process. I was loving his attentiveness while we were out and was getting a bit of a thrill out of being knickerless in public, I hadn't stopped wearing them though as John seemed to like being the one to decide when I took them off.