“No, Darling, you must show your tits,” came the cry from a very effeminate Pierre, the designer of a new range of clothes for the European summer collection. I rearranged my ‘tits’ in the soft multi-colored synthetic dress so that the audience could see my bobbing breasts as I walk down the ramp in the European Fashion Show in Paris, France.
This year Pierre’s designs were very sexy and very risqué. He combined synthetic materials with leather and satin, chiffon and wool and showed a lot of naked flesh. He believed women should show their assets to their best advantage. A number of the clothes have bare backs, see-through blouses, slits up the skirts and even bare fronts.
The models were not your average anorexic girls with small or no tits at all. No, we were a healthy bunch with 34C – 36D cup sizes and beautiful tans. White, bronze and black skins glistened and glowed under the bright lights.
The dressing area looked like a hurricane flood swept through the room. Girls ran from the ramp to their wardrobe change, peeled off everything and slipped into the next skimpy item.
I had never seen so many naked pussies at a fashion show before. Pierre insisted that we did not wear any panties and also shaved our pussies. He wanted to show buttocks and pubic mounds to this young modern crowd. Gone were the days of false modesty and the hypocrisy of fashion. Pierre believed people dressed up to get laid. Men wanted to look successful to attract beautiful women, while women wanted to look sexy to catch the eyes of the richest men available. We all knew that every date would be concluded in bed with people fucking their brains out.
So why not cut to the chase and show your naked assets?
I took a deep breath and started down the ramp. The who’s who of the entertainment and fashion worlds lined the sides of the stage, rubbing shoulders with the trophy wives and spoiled children of the rich and famous. My aroused nipples pointed at the curious audience, but it was my wet pussy that attracted the most attention.
The dress barely covered my ass cheeks and a small upside-down triangle was supposed to do its job in front. The spaghetti strings over my shoulders pretended to keep the dress from falling off. My ample breasts swayed and peeked behind the flimsy material with every step of my long strong legs. My thighs rubbed against each other, slipping over my pussy. The flapping triangle never covered my naked mound. The audience had an unobstructed view of my clit and puffy pussy lips.
'Fuck it,' I thought. 'They want to see my cunt; I’ll show it to them.' At my first scheduled stop and turn, I put my hands on my hip, spread my legs and pushed my pelvis towards the crowd. I looked into the eyes of a beautiful young woman, caressed my buttocks and slipped my hands between my legs. The group before me cheered and applauded my brazenness. I swiveled around, bent over to reveal the naked valley between my legs and my wet cunt. Wolf whistles accompanied me back to the dressing room.