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Ally McBeal

It dates me, but my wife and I were regulars watching the Ally McBeal TV series “live”, years ago. The show was a feminist-forward drama of the upstart lawyer Ally McBeal, and her struggles to find her place in life, but especially in the legal system as a freshly minted female lawyer in a traditionally male arena. One of the co-stars of the series – not a person - was Ally’s wardrobe, or “style”. This was the first time in any “legitimate” context that the mini-skirt/dress-suit made an appearance. Maybe the show invented it, I wouldn’t know. But more than an appearance, it was a prominent feature of the show, as a metaphor for the clash between womanliness and manliness.

It's probably the case that my wife and I had different reasons for enjoying the series. She was an up-and-coming female professional in a male-dominated profession. I was a leg man … still am.

A couple of decades later, I found an appealing-looking mini-dress online that I thought would look good on her. Short, to be sure. But a simple shape – kind of a skater dress – a simple tank from the waistline up, and an A-line flare from the waist down. For the guys – that’s a skirt that fits to the waist up top but is wide and loose from the waist to the hem.

Why would such a simple thing interest me? My wife and I have evolved a favorite way to enjoy an intimate dinner out at a fitting restaurant. She wears something minimal, with sufficient “cover” to get her from car to table – specifically, a table in a booth. Once settled in, the “cover” gets set aside, and we enjoy our time snuggling close with her body - her flesh, her skin, maybe her crevices – available to my touch throughout the dinner. Very hot. Hotter than the dishes served to us … even Sichuanese.

What I saw in this skater dress was a looseness below that would allow nice access to stroking through such a nice dinner. Impure motives, perhaps, but simple and honest. And familiar to her.

So, the dress arrives. I present it to her as the gift that it is, including my explanation of how it would be a nice “dinner” dress. She looks at me with that “you thoughtful perv” look and tries it on. She comes out with it on, supported on nice pair of 4” heels, looking absolutely stunning, and immediately announces, “I can’t wear this.”

I’m caught between how stunning it looks, and my being stunned by her declaration.

“What??? But you look amazing!”

She just turns around, and I see …. From behind I see 3”- 4” of her bare ass showing below the hem of the dress. Turns out that the waist of the dress sits on her a little differently than it did on the online model, causing it to sit a little higher, and the flare of the “A line” flowing a little differently across her beautiful ass … “raising the curtain” so to speak.

She turns back around, and I see that from the front, it’s technically “decent”, but I slowly realize that the front hem only BARELY conceals her pussy lips … ANY movement and they peak into view.

I’d never thought about it, but in that moment, I realized for the first time that there is a geometric difference between “acceptable” from the front and “acceptable” from the back. A difference of a few inches.

Enter Ally McBeal. I suddenly realized that the “problem” from the back could be covered with a suitable “wrap” … allowing an impossibly short dress to become possible because the wrap would conceal the few inches of bare ass behind.

So … I proposed that we combine this nice dress with one of her wraps – a lace jacket, a shawl, a sweater. She cocked her head, thinking for a moment. We both knew the items we were both thinking of, so we went to her closet and browsed. She modeled them and we settled on the best choice. Together, the dress and lace jacket looked “made” for each other – an ensemble – totally Ally McBeal. Though the ensemble would cause anyone to catch their breath, they would not, in that oxygen-deprived state, think that her ass was hanging out behind.

Ally McBeal never went this far. Whenever my wife wears this ensemble, we both know that her ass is bare under the jacket … and her pussy is oh-soo-almost peeking out under the front hem. Yet she can walk anywhere confident that she is “together”. Ironically, the length of the wrap mentally offsets the shortness in the front, so that nobody thinks – “Did I just see her pussy?”

It is impossible to wear any dress shorter than this more than a few feet away from a stripper pole. Perfect.

Oh, and once seated in our booth, the jacket goes away, and that lovely ass is mine. What could be better?

This ensemble has been trotted out many times since this indulgent little discovery. It’s always amazing to me how people can see how her bare legs (shaved smooth, no hosiery) go all the way up to her pussy yet interact with us “normally”. It’s one of the secrets of exhibitionism – to leverage people’s own social inhibitions to exercise exhibitionism.

That is – don’t cross the line – move the line.

Thank you, Ally McBeal.