Afternoon Tea on the Lawn

Mrs Forrester particularly liked my choice of day dress. For this I choose a long sleeved white print dress and a large leather belt. It was by Mulberry and over £300 pounds but I'd not asked her a budget so I chanced my arm.

'It's very pretty,' she gushes, 'I love the circular patterns, collar and full skirt. Do you like it?'

'Yes,' I say enthusiastically brushing my hair from my face in a flirty way.

'Excellent could you try it on for me?'

I wasn't sure of the shops policy but I was happy to oblige disappearing again into the now familiar cubicle. The dress fitted like a second skin and hung beautifully off the shoulders and was light to touch with incredible detailing. It's price tag was immediately justified in my eyes. Unfortunately the skim of the dress on my knee caused my tiny cock to stir and horror of horrors it began to swell and press against the dress in a very unfeminine way. What accentuated the matter was how everyone was waiting for me back in the shop. Trish, Kate, Lucy and Mrs Forrester -- They all wanted to see what I looked like. Not wanting to disappoint I waltzed up and down the isle like a catwalk model terrified that they would spot my tiny indiscretion.

'Very dashing,' said Trish.

'It's so feminine. It's so you,' said Kate.

'The skirt is so flouncy and shows off your slender ankles.' said Lucy.

I went light-headed with all the compliments and stumbled a couple of steps causing the skirt to rise exposing my lacy stocking tops. I blushed modestly.

'I'll take it,' Mrs Forrester said quickly and without hesitation I darted back into the changing room before I blew my cover. I was back down to my panties and bra when Trish burst in. I blushed again and tried to cover myself.

'Don't be silly or shy,' she said taking the dress from me. I know your little secret. Here.' She hands me a sparkling silver evening dress. 'You recommended this apparently and she wants you to try it on too.' The beautiful dress consisted of a huge full skirt of a metallic material that resembled silver foil and a Basque that reminded me of a medieval breastplate on a suit of armour. Thankfully Trish stayed with me and helped me dress. I'd never worn anything like it before and I felt trussed up like an oven-ready turkey by the time Trish had tied all the bows, fastened the clips and zipped me inside.