After that light spat everything turned back to normal, in a certain sense, after consoling a pouty Aria I broke down the signal that kept blocking off our presence from the outside as we easily appeared back to the world itself, no one noticing our presence due to the very fact that several people lay on the ground still clutching their hearts in pain.
‘Poor guys’
Giving them my condolences I turned towards the still a bit pissed off Aria as I asked.
“How about we go shopping?”
“Shopping?”
It was my mother who jumped in as she asked with a lightly raised eyebrow, to this I smiled as I spoke.
“Yes, shopping, we can go to the best one in town and get ourselves an small change, a bit of relaxation if I say so. ”
My eyes turned toward the lollipop-sucking Aria as I spoke.
“How about it my little princess? why don’t we go and get you a cute little dress?”
“Um?…okay!”
Musing to my question for a few seconds Aria spoke, her light smile filling her face as the three of us soon started to move away, my hands going back to hold the two of their hands but this time Grace being a bit more productive as her hands slowly started to rub in a special way with mine, the lust and character override function of the lollipop doing its work as my mother came forth to press her breasts to my hands, squishing those juicy melons.
‘Guess this will be fun’
Internally smiling at that thought I led the three of us forward, easily finding the clothing store present, a very famous one around the world as the three of us entered it, our current dress spoke enough for one of the attending women to come forth with a smile as she spoke.
“Hello, sir! how may I help you?”
She asked to which I spoke.
“I would like to pick some dress as a family, and I hope it can begin with my cute little daughter here”
At the end of my words, I placed my hands on Aria’s head, patting it a little which made her give out a gentle smile, the lollipop was already over by the time we entered inside the place, thus the sweet chuckles from Aria seem to melt the woman’s heart as she spoke with a chipper tone.
“Of course sir! please follow me!”
The saleswoman led us through rows of beautifully displayed dresses, each one more exquisite than the last. The store was a cascade of colors and fabrics. Grace and I exchanged glances, sharing a silent understanding of the importance of this moment for ‘little’ Aria.
The saleswoman, with an air of professionalism and warmth, gestured towards an array of dresses. “We have a delightful collection for young ladies. Is there any particular style or color you have in mind?”
I looked down at Aria, her eyes wide with anticipation, and I couldn’t help but smile. “Aria, darling, any preferences? Princess, fairy, or maybe something with sparkles?”
Aria’s face lit up with excitement. “Sparkles, Daddy! Lots and lots of sparkles!”
Grace, my mother chuckled, her eyes filled with affection for Aria’s enthusiasm. “Sparkles it is, then. Let’s find the sparkliest dress in the entire store!”
The three of us began exploring the racks, pulling out dresses one after another. Each time Aria held a dress against herself, she twirled, giggling and evaluating the level of sparkliness. Grace and I shared amused glances, silently communicating the relief at seeing Aria so carefree and happy.
The saleswoman, attentive to our needs, offered suggestions and brought forth dresses that sparkled under the store lights. Grace and I took turns holding up dresses for Aria to inspect, and her reactions were priceless. She twirled, danced, and mimicked a princess in each one, making our decision even more challenging.
As the options narrowed down, Aria finally settled on a dress that seemed to embody her definition of perfection. It was a beautiful sea-blue gown adorned with sequins that shimmered like stars in the night sky. The skirt flowed elegantly, and the moment Aria put it on, she looked like a tiny fairy ready to spread magic.
“Daddy, Mommy, look at me! I’m a sparkly fairy princess!” Aria exclaimed, her eyes shining with delight.
Grace and I couldn’t help but share a mused chuckle, perhaps our thoughts being the same, how would the real Aria react when all these memories finally fill her? The saleswoman beamed with satisfaction at a successful sale as she spoke.
“Now how about we check some things for the lady here?”
As she said so she pointed the way forth for Grace, who smiled and nodded her head, telling her to lead the way, thus the saleswoman, started to lead the way.
Grace and I followed the saleswoman, entering another section of the store dedicated to elegant evening gowns. The air was filled with a subtle fragrance of silk and satin, adding to the luxurious ambiance of the place. Grace’s eyes sparkled with anticipation as she glanced over the racks adorned with stunning dresses.
The saleswoman, with a keen eye for fashion, began suggesting various options. “We have a wonderful collection of gowns, ranging from classic to contemporary. Is there a specific style or color you have in mind, ma’am?”
Grace, gracefully browsing through the dresses, responded, “I’m open to suggestions. Something that complements the theme of the grand ball, perhaps. Elegant, but with a touch of charm.”
The saleswoman nodded in understanding and began presenting dresses that matched Grace’s description. Each gown was a masterpiece. Grace took her time examining the details, running her fingers over the fabrics and occasionally holding a dress against herself, considering the fit.
As the saleswoman continued to showcase dresses. Grace, with a playful smile, glanced at me. “Dear, what do you think?” she asked, twirling in a midnight-blue gown with delicate lace detailing.
I couldn’t hide my admiration. “You look absolutely breathtaking, my love. Like a queen preparing for a royal ball.”
Grace blushed at the compliment, her eyes reflecting happiness and the lust in her eyes. The saleswoman chimed in, “This shade of blue complements your complexion perfectly, ma’am. It’s a popular choice among our clientele.”
Grace considered the advice, appreciating the expertise of the saleswoman. The process of selecting a dress became a delightful collaboration, with Grace trying on different styles and the saleswoman offering valuable insights.
After several tries, Grace finally settled on a gown that embodied timeless elegance. It was a deep burgundy dress with a subtle mermaid silhouette, adorned with intricate lace patterns. The way it hugged her figure exuded grace and sophistication.
As Grace admired herself in the mirror, the saleswoman, sensing the satisfaction in the air, smiled and congratulated Grace on her choice, and it was within this idea that I spoke.
“Cough….before you take me for my dress, can you take us to the more adult section for some nightly dresses and underwear…”
The subtle pressure and wordings of mine being more than enough for the experienced saleswoman to understand the inner meaning, a light smile came to the saleswoman’s face, while a blush took over Grace’s.
“Come with me Sir we have the right section for all that!”
The saleswoman led us to a secluded area of the store, where the atmosphere shifted to one of intimacy and sensuality. My mother and I exchanged a knowing look, a spark of excitement and anticipation lingering between us. The racks were filled with an array of exquisite evening dresses and lingerie, each piece more alluring than the last.
The saleswoman, with a subtle yet confident demeanor, began presenting the options. “Here, in this section, we have a collection of intimate evening wear, perfect for nightly sleeping. And, of course, a selection of lingerie that will make you feel truly special, ma’am.”
Grace, her cheeks tinted with a rosy hue, nodded in acknowledgment. The saleswoman continued, “Feel free to explore and let me know if there’s anything specific you’re looking for. I’ll be here to assist.”
As Grace browsed through the dresses, I couldn’t help but feel a heightened sense of desire. The dim lighting and the luxurious fabrics created an ambiance that heightened the sensual tension in the air. Grace’s fingers delicately traced the outlines of various dresses, her eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and subtle excitement.
“Sir, if I may,” the saleswoman interjected, “we have some exquisite lingerie sets that perfectly complement these dresses. They are designed to accentuate the natural beauty of the wearer and add a touch of allure to the overall look.”
She gestured towards a display of intricately crafted lingerie sets. The fabrics ranged from delicate lace to satin, and the colors varied from deep, sultry reds to elegant blacks. Grace, though initially hesitant, seemed intrigued by the suggestion.
With the saleswoman’s guidance, Grace selected a few lingerie sets that complemented her chosen evening gown. The anticipation in the air grew as the saleswoman discreetly handed Grace a few options to try on in the fitting room, Aira walking by looking at all of this in wonder.
“Sir, if you’d like to accompany your wife into the fitting room, we can ensure the perfect fit for both the dress and the lingerie,” the saleswoman offered, her eyes glinting with a subtle understanding of the intimate nature of the moment, as such I spoke to the saleswoman.
“Um, can you keep an eye on my daughter?”
“Daddy?”
These words made Aria look at me with pouty eyes as I spoke to her.
“Just wait here my princess, your daddy will be back quick, this is something your mommy and daddy have to do.”
Saying so I looked at the saleswoman who nodded her to which I nodded appreciatively, and Grace and I entered the fitting room area, us being the only ones as Grace entered inside the room. The atmosphere inside was hushed, the soft glow of ambient lighting casting a warm and inviting aura.
The first set was a lacy ensemble in deep red, a color that heightened the richness of Grace’s skin tone. As she emerged from behind the fitting room curtain, a wave of desire swept over me. The lace hugged her curves in all the right places, creating a tantalizing silhouette that left me quite horny.
The second set, a sultry black number, accentuated Grace’s elegance and sophistication. The delicate straps and intricate patterns added an element of allure, transforming her into a vision of seduction. I couldn’t help but admire the way she carried herself, a blend of confidence and feminine grace.
As the final set was tried on—a satin ensemble that exuded a timeless glamour—Grace and I exchanged a heated glance. The soft sheen of the fabric against her skin created an irresistible allure. Grace, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of excitement and self-assurance.
‘Gulp, guess it’s time to have some fun’
