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Out for the Evening
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Newsgroups: alt.sex
Subject: STORY: Out for the Evening
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I finally get my bow tie straight and realise I'll have some
time before Margo is ready to leave for the play. I almost turn on the
TV but decide to head upstairs to our bedroom.
The spread is pulled over the made bed, so I lie back carefully
on it, so as not to wrinkle my tux. I lace my fingers behind my head
and look over at the bathroom.
I hear the water running in the shower and light melody that
she is humming. I can't quite place it. On the tip of my tongue, but I
thought about it too fast and spooked the name away.
I close my eyes and imagine her under the streams of water,
rivulets cascading down her racy form, over her breasts and down to the
dark patch between her muscular thighs. Another escapee runs down from
her long hair between her buttocks.
The shower stops and I hear her toweling off briskly. I feel a
warmth and stirring in my slacks. She opens the bathroom door with a
flourish, presenting her naked self in a model pose. I smile back at
her and watch her skip across the room.
She pulled a chair from another corner of the room and sits it
at the end of the bed. Then, with a naughty smile, she opens her
lingerie drawer. A black satin garter belt with a red rose is
selected. She lays it against her, making sure the garters hang in the
right spots and then fastens it behind her.
Next she pulls out a pair of seamed gray silk stockings. She
sits in the chair by the bed and begins to roll one up in her hands.
She slips it over her toes and slowly pulls it up her smooth leg,
accenting the motion and keeping the seam straight. A few deft touched
and the garters are attached. The next stocking goes even slower as we
gaze into each other's eyes.
She rises and retreives a black silk panty from the drawer. She
holds it out to me. I take the panty and hold it for her to put her
feet through. Then I pull it up slowly, over the garters, until it is
snuggly around her curvaceous hips and covers her dewy mound.
The drawer has still more enchantments. She selects a halfcup
black lace bra. She lets it caress her breasts awhile before fastening
it in the front. Each breast is held up with nipples showing through
the basically transparent lace on the tops of the cups.
Now to the closet, where she pulls out the dress for the
evening, a formal black gown with plunging neckline in front. The skirt
is floor length with pleats.
I watch closely as she slips it around herself, pulling up,
zipping up, taking away what was so intimately revealed until all that
is left is a gorgeous lady in a sexy gown, ready to go out with me.
She slips on a pair of heels and walks over to the bed. She
lays her fingers on my noticeable hard-on and strokes it lovingly.
"Better save it for later, honey. The play won't wait. And I
think waiting just might do you good."
I grimace and groan, but get up from the bed to follow her down
to our car. I know when we return, she'll make it up to me.
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