"Take off your panties."
"What?"
"Take. Off. Your. Panties."
"Here?!? At the bar in front of fifty people?
I think she was afraid I would say ‘yes’. I had noticed early on that Sam was very compliant. Naturally submissive and a unknown dominant side of me was quickly awakened.
"It's more like thirty and I was thinking you could go to the bathroom. But…if you do it here I'll buy shoes to go with that new dress."
The dress was item number one on the list of things to do when we got here. If I was more in tune with women's fashion I could tell you what style of dress it was. But if I was more in tune with women's fashion I probably wouldn't be telling an attractive woman to take off her panties. I can tell you it was the type of dress and kind of material designed to show off a woman's body. Which is exactly what I wanted it to do. Sam silently stood, unconsciously tugging the short skirt down and walked to the restroom. I wasn't the only one watching her go. That was the whole point of this exercise.
After our unique introduction involving my finger saying hello to Sam in a very personal spot, Sam and I had gotten to know each other better. I learned I was the first man to touch her in that particular area. I also learned I was only the second man to have sex with her but the first to do so in a bed, as opposed to the backseat of a car. I was also the first man to see her total naked. The first time she undressed in front of me the only light on was in the closest. And the closet door was only open a vigorously negotiated inch and a half. She needed a boost to her self confidence. Today would be a day of several more firsts.
As I watched Sam coming back I noticed three things. Her nipples were clearly visible (which may have been partially due to do me confiscating her bra when she tried on the dress). Second, I noticed the other men watching her. Third, she was looking straight ahead, not daring make eye contact with anyone. Including me.
"Every man in here is watching you."
"I'm not surprised. I'm naked" she whispered as her face flushed red.
"Sam, they've been watching you the whole time we have been here. The started watching you the second we stepped in. Not because of what you are or are not wearing. But because you are a very attractive, very sensual woman."
"Now let me have them" I held out my hand. When I saw she was going to object I added "or I will have to check to make sure." My grin convinced her.
She quickly shoved the wadded up panties into my hand. Pretending they were a napkin I patted my lips and took a small sniff before putting them in my pocket and I watched as her face grew even redder. When she blushes it arouses the predator in me. Hell, it arouses me period. May be it is the innocence it implies. I knew I needed to get back in the mall and stick to my plan or the caveman part of my brain would take over and I would be dragging her off to some dark private corner.
"Finish your drink and let's go. I want to buy you those shoes anyway."
It took three stores to find what I was looking for. Not the right shoes but the right salesperson. The right salesman. The first store had a man but he had probably sold sandals to Moses. The second store was all females. I finally found a man working at the third one. If this was a movie he would have been better looking but then so would I. But he was young and looked good enough for what I had in mind. As we stepped inside I told Sam we were doing a little role play. She was looking for new shoes to go with her dress and I was her clueless father. After she picked a pair and he had returned with her size I mumbled something about needing to tell her mother to hurry up and get here. Then I wondered off with my phone to my ear and stood where I could discreetly watch. He did a great job of putting her shoes on without taking his eyes off her thighs. By the time the second pair was being tried on her nipples were screaming for their share of his attention but her blush had faded. Time to up the ante. I sent her a text: 'Relax. Open your legs. Love Dad.'
She glanced at her phone then looked straight at me. I mouthed the word 'now' and gave her a firm look, not worried about our young salesman. He was diligently placing yet another shoe on Sam’s foot, her calf carefully cradled in his hand. Again, if this were a movie, the soundtrack to Sam opening her legs would either have been suspenseful music to rival the shark in 'Jaws' or the creaking noise that accompanies a slowly opening door in a haunted house. I had to continually say 'more' until I recognized the moment he saw it. He froze. Just for a instant, he was good. He dropped his eyes back to her feet and then slowly raised them, not stopping until he was looking at her face. But the first half of that visual journey was almost as slow as the opening of the legs had been. He asked her how that one felt and insisted she try on the other one. You can never be too thorough when trying on shoes. Now I had the blush I wanted.
After having Sam pick the pair she wanted (and making her try them on one more time just to watch her eyes as he slid his hand up her calf) I wanted to find a place for her to put her panties back on. Now I am sure some of you are wondering why. Why didn't you take them when you took her bra? Why give them back when she will be taking them off again? (Oops. Guess I gave a little something away there didn't I?) One reason being her comfort. I knew she would get aroused. And wet. Very wet. So by letting her wear the panties as much as possible she wouldn't have anything trickling down her legs and getting her new dress wet. Another reason was after a day of soaking up her sweet nectar I wanted those panties. Yeah, I'm a perv. Surprised? You want to know why I wanted them? Too bad, not a part of this story. Anyway, I found one of the smaller stores that had their dressing rooms right on the sales floor, looks like a little closet. I handed her a little shirt I had grabbed off a rack, slipped her the panties and sent her to the dressing room. Sometimes good things happen that you hadn't planned on.
She opened the dressing room door a little so I could see her in the shirt. The shirt and the panties. I liked the shirt, it was one of those belly shirts, short enough they don't cover the belly button. When I pulled the door open a little further Sam jumped to the side. Looking behind me I saw a man and woman. The man was carrying a little boy and had the typical boredom induced thousand-yard-stare of a married man forced to go shopping with his wife. I told Sam to step back in front of the door and opened it a little more. I could see in the mirror beside the door he had noticed her and was trying to look without looking, a skill married men have developed over the ages to avoid detection by their wives. Carrying a child gives one ample excuses to shift one direction or the other to either entertain the youngster or to shift the weight of squirming, equally bored little tyke. Being the considerate shopping companion I am I went to fetch a different color shirt for her to try on, forgetting to close the door when I walked away but hearing it slam behind me. After putting on the next shirt the door seamed to have gotten stuck and it was with considerable effort I pulled it open. As far as it would go. She didn't like the color. Or it maybe it was because it was a couple of sizes smaller but Sam tried to cover the shirt up. What there was of it. After coaxing her arms down I thought it looked great but I always have been a fan of body paint. Shopping dad liked it too. Especially when I had her turn around to get the view from all angles. She turned too fast the first time so I told her she had earned a spanking and had her turn again, very slowly. When shopping dad was summoned to give his opinion on something his wife had found he walked as if heading to the electric chair. I took advantage of his absence to partially close the door, reach in, and pinch a nice hard nipple. Leaving the door open just a crack I told Sam to turn around, take the shirt off, hand it to me, and get dressed. I noticed shopping dad had hastily returned to his vantage point so when she handed me the shirt I told her to smile and opened the door wide as I left. I don't know if she smiled but he did.
There had already been several firsts that day. The first time Sam had worn a sexy dress in public (her work uniform doesn't count). The first time she had worn a dress in public without bra or panties. The first time she had flashed a stranger, or anyone for that matter. It was almost the first time she had sex in my truck. Only my superhuman self control and the desire not to break my back this early in our adventure saved her. A short drive and were at our next destination. A small city park.
The park provided a large grassy area for a little outdoor time for the city dwellers complete with picnic tables and a large water fountain for the kids to play under. We took a short stroll around the park until I found the table we wanted. The one facing a couple of families scattered on blankets in the grass about twenty yards away. I sat sideways on the bench with my back to Sam. She sat with her back to the table facing out toward two men who were standing a little apart from the rest of their group. We had walked past the men on our way to the table when Sam, as instructed, had to bend over to adjust a strap on her new shoe. Now that she had their attention they were keeping an eye on her. Sam was leaning back, getting a little sun on her face and legs. If you are ahead of me here you won't be surprised to learn she was panty less again. She took them off before getting out of the truck. Well, I took them off her but it’s the same thing. Well, actually it's not. It took me longer to take them off than it would have her but my way involved more hand movement and manual dexterity. By sitting sideways I was not looking directly at the men but could occasional glance around at the scenery and see what they were doing. I have to commend Sam here. She followed my instructions without question when I told her to rub her legs a little. Open them a little. Sun a little. Rub a little more. Slip one hand under the dress for a quick touch. Sun a little. Rub a little more. The two men were keeping very busy trying to watch her, watch their kids under the fountain, and make sure their wives were not watching them. Then I told Sam we would not leave until she had an orgasm.
The men quit watching their kids. They even moved a little to one side and a little closer for better viewing. I could hear her breathing get faster. Soft little moans and whimpers. I could hear how wet she was. She had masturbated in front of me once. She barely admitted to doing it at all. And now I could hear her but I couldn't look. It would give away our little game. I watched one of the men adjust his package. I needed to unpack mine. The moan was louder than I expected. I think I growled when I heard it. I noticed one of the mom's head bouncing back and forth between Sam and the two men. Her expression was not one of love. I grabbed Sam’s hand and we quickly made our way to the truck. Waving goodbye was her idea.
Her first public masturbation was quickly, very quickly, followed by her first sexual encounter in a hotel. Her first spanking, followed by her second sexual encounter in a hotel. It was during this night she agreed to be the submissive to my dominant. The slave to my Master. My pet to teach and to train. To follow my orders or take the punishment. And then follow the orders. This was a first...for both of us.
Side note. I had to buy Sam another new dress. The next morning we discovered the one she had been wearing looked as if someone had grabbed it by the collar from behind and ripped it right down the middle. Exactly like it.
I still have those panties.