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It's a cool, bright spring evening as you leave the building through the
revolving door. The week finally becoming a memory, the offer of after
works drinks politely declined and you're free to relax and enjoy the
weekend. Peace, quiet, freedom and privacy.
You decide to walk back to your apartment, the exercise will do you
good, and the fresh air will be a tonic. With each step the streets
become quieter and you find yourself on a familiar street with oft
visited shops. You pause outside a vintage boutique, drawn to the dress
in the window. It's beautiful, black silk with covering of fine ornate
lace, wide neck, long sleeves, it would end just above your knee. The
pause becomes linger and your mind focuses constructing the whole look,
the shoes, underwear, accessories, hair and make up until you can see
yourself in a mirror, a vision of femimine perfection. You become aware
of your heart quickening and with the picture bright and clear in your
mind you turn for home. The moment has switched your senses on, the
heaviness of your shoes, roughness of the denim even your own aroma.
Where you have rough, solid, flat, loose, stale you desire smooth,light,
high, tight and fresh. You're focus increases, you need to get home, no,
you have to get home, and as soon as is possible.
Finally the door closes with a solid thunk and you're home. With shoes
and socks discarded you feel lighter, you step into the kitchen and mix
yourself a vodka and tonic, plenty of ice in a thin high ball glass. The
bubbles and iciness tickles as it slips down but the effect is almost
immediate, bringing forth a sigh of pleasure mixed with relief, and you
head through to the bedroom.
Almost immediately the work wear is consigned to the laundry basket, out
of sight and out of mind, wrapping yourself in a favourite dressing
gown, black satin, full length, wide sleeves, with pink detailling.
Tied at the waist, it's cool and light, and you're ready for the rest of
the weekend. Through to the bathroom, sipping your drink delicately and
enjoying the swish of the satin against your smooth legs you decide on a
shower over a bath, refreshing invigorating instead of warm relaxing.
Using the expensive shower creme you stand in the warm flow, trimming
and smoothing until you're satisfied that everything is in order. Body
creme soothes your tense skin and the desired freshness and smoothnes
makes your body tingle. All you need now is the light, high and tight.
Back in the bedroom you consider your neatly arranged wardrobe, by no
means extensive and not as outlandish as other girls but each item is
special and treasured. You carefully pick some items, holding them,
laying them out on the bed, admiring the colours and fabrics, deciding
on jewellery, make up, and hair. Your heart beats a little faster, eyes
dilate and pulse quickens ... Sitting at the dressing table, satin
dressing gown resting lightly on your shoulders you take one last look
at your weekday image and start to transform...
The ice long since evaporated, the lemon dry in the bottom of the glass.
Time has passed but you haven't noticed, far too absorbed in your
activities. The room is warm, the air rich with the aroma of expensive
perfume and body lotion. Gone the flowing satin dressing gown replaced
by something altogether tighter, hugging your curves, seductively
restricting your movements. Your steps are smaller due to the tightness
of the fabric but also because of the heels that now adorn your feet,
arching your instep, and stretching your slender calfs. As you move the
satin of the your stockings rubs against the satin lining of the skirt,
and you feel the hug of the hold up against your smooth skin. You stand
with your back firm, maintaining a good posture against increased chest
weight, and feeling the straps of your bra nestle into your shoulders.
Your hands and neck are now adorned with jewellery, accentuating your
hands which now have beautiful nails,painted a vivid red. You don't
recognize the music playing, at some point you stopped listening and
your ipod played its regular selection and moved onto lesser know
numbers. Its lack of familiarity is a counterpoint to your reflection,
someone you've know forever but who has continued to grow bringing you
on the journey. Long dark hair falls gently on your shoulders, slightly
covering ornate eye rings, framing a slender face with slim eyebrows
over long dark eyelashes decorating bright excited eyes. Full bright
lips dominate the image and though not smiling there is a certain
something that says pleased and happiness. You check every detail,
every nuance, each seam and outline, smoothing down and caressing until
you're satisfied.
Something twists, a flash, a moment, that says everything and exposes
your soul. Maybe the shoulders drop minutely, the eyes lose a fraction
of brightness, and you self consciously check a nail. As fast as it came
its gone, chest out, shoulders back, eyes at max penetration and you're
away, swaying your way around the apartment in gloriously feminine
heaven, appreciating each tight small step.
Pouring a glass of wine you glide, so much practice has helped you
progress from tottering, toward the window. Looking out you see the
people below, in shops and bars, getting off buses and into cabs, coming
and going with abandon. You catch your reflection in the glass,
beautiful bright eyed girl with the full figure, gloriously sexy in
figure hugging dress and you wonder, could I, would I (no its silly) but
my heels on the pavement, the breeze blowing against exposed skin, (no
way the looks and whispers) but after dark, a friendly club with
accepting strangers, a bite to eat and a chat, (the whispers, the
shouts, getting cornered, meeting friends who have known all along), a
few drinks and a dance, a swaying gentle dance ... Like the countless
times before you put it to the back of your mind, put on the next
episode of Sex in the City and settle down, legs tucked under,
repainting your nails a soft gentle pink, Intermittently checking the
latest comments made about your photos, replying to them and promising
to post more soon.
Relaxed and tired you pad through to the bedroom. The process of
derobing can be tinged with sadness but you've decided tonight is
different, this evening has been the beginning of a wonderful weekend,
dedicated entirely to the pursuit of femininity. Slipping out of dress,
rolling hold ups down, and finally stepping out of your underwear. You
slide a pretty pink babydoll over your head, loving the feeling of the
lace straps on your shoulders, pulling up the matching panties up your
smooth shapely legs. With face freshly moisturised you set about
painting your toes vivid red, reading a magazine whilst they dry. As
the evening draws to a close you snuggle down and fall quietly asleep.
Sliently your phone flashes the receipt of a new message ...
A cool breeze blows across the bed and you begin to stir. It's a sunny
Saturday morning, with the streets below coming to life, people having
coffees and pastries, picking up papers and aspirin, maybe off for a day
at the seaside or retail therapy. The room is dark, the blinds rattle
gently in the morning air and as you wake you feel the soft material of
the babydoll and snug panties and let your hand wander, enjoying the
fabrics caresses. You always sleep well when you wear something soft and
pretty. You roll over to check the time on your phone and see you have
a message. You smile to yourself and say, subconsciously, 'hello
sweetie'. Sitting up you read the message
"Hi Bree, you're probably snoozing by now, clad in something lacey I
imagine (you touch the hem of the baby doll and smile) and hope!
Loved the recent photos, the latest look is something else, the purple
and flowers dress looks like it was made for you ... But its the bed
shots that I love the best (so did your other admirers), you look so
feline, lounging like a beautiful female cat, I'm blown away ...
if you ever want to venture out Id happily be your escort / chaperone /
bodyguard for the night(Steve McQueen flashes into your mind).
Sweet dreams gorgeous
RF xx
You slide back into a horizontal position and reread the message. It all
sounds to good to be true, at home it's all under control, safe, at the
end of phone its all under control. An email however long and explicit
is still just a fantasy. But on the outside with a stranger and lots of
other strangers, talking, asking questions, it was all a massive step.
Once out, who knows what would happen, everything would change, and
would you be able to go back ... Questions, always questions ... For now
enjoy the fantasy and reply later ...
An hour or so you're sitting at kitchen table. You thought about going
out, shopping, a coffee, a browse round the shops but following last
night you crave femininity and only want to dress in your most feminine
clothes. Sneaking out whilst wearing pair of bikini cut knickers for a
rushed cappuccino was never going to appeal so instead you gone for the
whole lounging lady look. Slinky black and pink night dress with a slit
up the side, matching French knickers, pale pink hold up and fluffy toed
mules. Plenty of perfume, light make up with evening false eyelashes and
your longer, fuller hair loosely pinned up. You feel fantastic, the
material slips and clings to your soft skin, you can feel your heart
beating a little quicker than usual ... You pick up your phone and type
"Hi sweetie, lovely to hear from you. Sorry I missed you last night but
a girl needs her beauty sleep.
Glad you like the pictures, I was trying something new and its so
difficult to come up with new poses. I wish I had more outfits hint
hint! xx
Going out, we'll have to see ...
Write soon hun
Bree xxx"
You smile at the flirty sassy digital you, marvelling at the things you
can say from a safe distance ... You imagine a knock at the door, RF
there in a suit, a limo, exclusive club for girls and admirers, low
light, MAC make up available for touching up, champagne, light dinner
with candles, dancing with the other girls, comparing looks, offering
tips, laughter, slower dancing with RF, home in the limo ... The phone
flashes a new message
'The world needs to see Bree! X'
Do you respond immediately? You see your glamorous reflection in the
window and respond
'Charmer'
Immediately
'I'll look after you, you'll be safe with me xx'
Pause
'My knight in shining armour? X'
'You wish is my command xx'
'Ooooo how lovely. Tell me what we'd do, remember I'm a classy girl x'
'Is that a yes? X'
'Its a tell me where you'd take me xx'
'Heaven and back? X'
'Promises promises, typical man x
'Ok, I'll send you an itinerary. What are you doing today? X'
'Relaxing, waiting for an admirer x'
'Lovely, is it too rude to ask what you're wearing? X'
You stand up and using the camera on the phone take a snap showing a
fluffy mule, a stockinged leg and little bit of lacy nighty, sending it
with the words 'just for you xx'
A second passes then
'wow x'
'Get on with my itinerary, speak soon sweetie'
With that you turn the phone over and head into the bedroom, breathless.
After a little relax and spruce up you decide to set up the camera for a
few new photos. You run through a variety of scenarios and looks,
dressed for a club (dazzling pink dress, bright make up) dressed for
work (classic skirt suit, bob hair, glasses) a posh dinner (long
sequined evening dress, long hair up) or a day shopping (jacket, skinny
jeans, heels). Nothing leaps out but a new idea forms, something similar
to seventies erotica, sat at a dressing table in your day/night wear,
preparing, looking over your shoulder into the camera or even reflected
in the mirror. You even add a detail shots, painted nails, applying
lipstick etc. You start to set up and the time flies by, click follows
click and you're in the moment, at home getting ready for a evening out,
the door opens and he sees you etc etc. You upload to photoshop, giving
some versions a sepia finish ... It brings to mind a Victorian look, all
corsets and full skirts, high
heeled lace up boots etc ... Maybe another time ...
Your phones chimes ...
'Hey gorgeous girl,
Are you ready for an evening of pleasure?
8pm - I arrive at your door in a black cab. I'll use a friendly,
supportive cab driver. I wait patiently for you to finish getting ready.
830pm - You appear in, long black coat, I open the door to the cab, you
slide in, I shut the door behind you and we're away.
830 to 915 - Nervous, slightly awkward yet excited cab ride into town.
I'll want to hold your hand, you'll sit a little away from me. Not much
talking.
915 - Arrive at our destination, Charlies Bar on Shortland St. Its very
low key dinner and dance club, very popular with girls and their
admirers.
915 onwards - leaving you coat at cloakroom, I compliment you on how
beautiful you look and how well you wear the dress. We are shown to our
table by a pretty TV waitress and we ordered drinks. This is followed by
some light supper, talking, commenting on the other girls. Later the
tables are pushed back and the music comes on, I ask you to dance and
you say no, until a few more girls start dancing and one comes over and
asks you whether you would like to join them. You agree and before too
long you're laughing and joking etc. I'll join you for a couple of
dances and together the night will fly be. Note - Careless Whisper may
be played and I may ask you to dance.
2pm - Club closes, you swap numbers etc with new found girlfriends and
the same cab collects from outside and whisks back to yours.
230ish - We arrive at yours, I open the door, you slide out, I walk you
to your door, we say good night, I hope for a peck from your sweet lips,
and you hurry back inside.
Howabout it baby?
RF xx
You reread it, its too good to be true, who is this RF, you know nothing
about him but as a fantasy he has thought it through. You ponder, can't
reply now, let him wait. Beside you still have to upload the pictures
from that afternoon. Mmmm drinks and dancing, you can almost see it,
feel you feet in your heels moving to the music, giddy from the thrill
of being out, the drinks, the other girls. Its all so deliciously
tempting. What is a girl to do??
You pick up your phone and start typing ...
Trisha
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