Page 117 of Pucking Matt
“Why? So, you can see the thong I’m wearing?”
He blinks, speechless.
“I’m just kidding. I am totally a granny panty wearer. You’re going to see right through that dress and see my granny panties.”
I grab the dress and laugh. I spot white shorts and wonder if I should give that a try. I don’t think I want to.
“Go grab those. I see some white tops over there.”
“Wow, I have a big selection. Are you ready to wait five years in the fitting room?”
“I’ll wait ten.”
I smirk, walking over to the white tops. I think this one might work.
“Okay,” I mutter. “I’m going to try these on.”
“I got them,” he says as I try to take it from him.
“You want to see me try them on?” I ask.
He nods. “Yeah. What else am I going to do?”
“I don’t know, go grab bandages.”
“No,” he scoffs. “Come on.”
The fitting room is open with no one else here. I take the clothes from his arms and walk into an open stall. I lock the door and start separating the tops from the bottoms. The one dress is to the side. And I decide it’s the first thing to try on.
I strip down to my bra and underwear, throwing on the dress. When I look in the mirror, I laugh.
“What?” Matt asks. “Let me see.”
I unlock the door and stand there.
“That is–”
“Terrible,” I say. “I look ridiculous.”
He shrugs, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t say that. You don’t look terrible.”
“It’s bad. I’m taking it off.”
“Okay,” he says, looking at my legs.
I close the stall door and try on what I think will be cute. I put on the white jean skirt and a thick strap tank top. It’s too revealing, so I throw on a spaghetti-strap top over it.
Oh.
This is really cute. I look at the back and pucker my lips in the mirror. I open the stall door and Matt’s eyes widen.
“You look–”
“Cute, right?”
He nods as his eyes peel down my body. I pose for him because it feels like a perfect time to mess with him.
“Is my ass hanging out at the back though?” I ask, turning around.
