Robin called her friend Liz and made arrangements for lunch and shopping. Liz, at 31 was a year younger than Robin. She was tall with a sophisticated manner about her. Her husband, an international banker, was 15 years older than her and frequently out of the country. By mid-morning Robin had picked up Liz and was racing down country roads in her silver Jag toward the upscale mall at the edge of town. They shopped rather aimlessly for an hour and then decided to do lunch. A salad, three glasses of wine, and a lot of bitching about absent husbands later, they decided to check out a few more stores.
Robin followed Liz into a new, trendy women's fashion shop. They moved from blouses and skirts to dresses. They pulled item after item, examined them and made critiques. The shop's manager, a tall, blonde, Nordic type offered to assist them, but they declined his help.
Liz found a short, almost backless red dress and held it up. "This would look perfect on you. And it's a steal for twelve hundred dollars."
Robin laughed, "Not much there for over a thousand bucks!"
Liz began insisting the Robin try it on. "Come on. You like to be daring. You could wear it and we could go out clubbing tonight. We both need a break from the kids." Liz had one four-year old daughter.
Robin broke down and agreed to try on the dress. Taking it into the dressing room she realized that this style of dress couldn't be worn with a bra. "What the heck," she thought, as she stripped to her panties and slipped on the dress. Robin admired the dress and the way it showed off her figure in the mirror. It fit perfectly; the backless cut exposed her smooth tan skin, the short skirt showed her fit legs and thighs at their best, and the halter front exposed a significant amount of her full breasts. "Damn, this is hot. Too bad Alex won't even notice."
"That dress was made for you," the voice broke Robin's day dreaming, "in fact you look good enough to eat."
Robin turned to face...
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