Helping Her Shop for a Dress

I was on vacation visiting a friend, and had spent several days in a row in the company of my friend’s best friend, a woman I was starting to really like a lot. However, I was intimidated by her because she seemed so much more romantically and sexually experienced than I was. She was also smart, cool and self-confident, and had plenty of guys interested in her, so I figured she would never go for me, nor even much care what I thought of her.

Near the end of my visit we had an unusually hot day for April, and none of us had clothes for it. She and I separated from the others to stop at a boutique so she could get a sun dress. I browsed while she chose a few pieces to try on.

She disappeared into the dressing room for a long time, then came out in her own clothes, tossed everything aside, and chose some others. I held one up that I had picked off the rack and said, “What do you think of this one?” She took it into the dressing room with the others and didn’t come out for a while. Finally she emerged wearing the dress I had picked, stopped and held her hands out to the side, palms up, and shrugged sheepishly as if to pantomime, “What do you think?”

I tried hard not to look too lecherous, but realized after a moment I had better get my eyes back to her face. When I did I saw that her eyes were locked on me, and she had a slowly growing smile. I raised my eyebrows, smiled weakly and nodded approval. The smile on her face completely engulfed her. She whirled around and went back to the dressing room.

Suddenly I realized that my assumption was wrong; she cared very much what I thought of her. She bought the dress immediately without changing back to her clothes. Later, she told me that was the moment she figured out that I wanted her.