I pull out my cell phone to check the time and figure I have plenty of time to play with my hair and makeup before slipping on my princess dress. Before I head for the bathroom though I decide to try the dress on just once, I can’t resist; I need to know what this bundle of satin and lace looks like on me. I slip down my skirt and slip my t-shirt up over my head and for a brief second I stand in front of the closet mirror in just my bra and panties. I look at the curve of my hips and I can’t help but wonder what his wife looks like…looked like. Did she have curves where women are supposed to have curves? Or perhaps she was one of those tomboy types, flat chest, flat ass, small hips…no, that wasn’t possible if I’d been confused for her. I unhook my bra and let it fall to the floor. She had to at least have a decent pair of tits and wider hips. I look at myself in my reflection and imagine what I would say to her if I found out that she was in fact still very much alive and she found me here, trying on clothes to impress her husband.
“I like what I see here” Gideon’s voice comes from the doorway of the closet and makes me jump a good few feet in to the air. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I just came to see if you’d settled on a dress?” I look back at my reflection quickly, expecting her to give me away, to tell Gideon that she was his wife and we had been talking about him.
“This one” I hold up the white dress with the satin bodice and smooth and sexy knee length skirt and Gideon nods his approval.
“Perfect” He stands in the door watching me for a minute, “Well, aren’t you going to let me see you in it?”
I carefully unzip the back of the dress and step in to it sliding it slowly up my thighs. The bodice is snug and pushes my breasts up nicely without the need for a pushup bra or any of the fad lingerie pieces piled up on the shelf. Gideon eyes me in the mirror as I adjust my breasts to sit correctly before being zipped in.
“Can you zip me up?” He walks over to me and standing behind me he looks at the dress in the mirror, his hands sliding over the smooth bodice, his tongue running over his soft smooth lips.
“There’s a problem.” I expect him to tell me that the dress is ripped but then I see the smile back on his face. “I don’t want to zip it up…” he brushes his stubble against my ear as he whispers these words and I can feel the familiar tingle at the apex of my thighs. He slides his hands inside the dress, slipping them under my breasts and rubbing his thumbs against my nipples. “I want to take it off…” I close my eyes and lean back in to him as his fingers pinch my nipples gently and his mouth plants small kisses on my neck.
“Mmm…but I need to see what it looks like zipped up…” He pinches my nipples just a little harder as if to convince me that I wanted the dress off more than I wanted it on. He was right, of course.
“Believe me Melissa, it looks great.” His words become muffled as he presses his mouth against my neck once more. My breath starts to come quickly and I reach my hand behind his head pressing his mouth in to the warmth of my neck. He slips his hands out of the dress, letting them slide up to my shoulders and slipping the dress down my arms carefully. I watch in the mirror as the dress slides off me and down to the floor in slow motion. I watch as he places his hands on my sides, slowly sliding them down, letting his fingers slide in to my panties. His big hands touch every inch of my waist and dip down to feel the softness of my pussy. I feel my breath start to shudder and I hear his do the same as he slides a single finger between my pussy lips. “Mmm, my girl is ready hmm?” he slides his finger up and down over my opening, spreading my wetness and breathing heavily in my ear.
“I’m always ready for you.” I mutter as I bite down hard on my bottom lip and fight the urge to beg him to fuck me.
“That’s good to know” he says as he presses up against me, his throbbing cock sliding between my ass cheeks protected only by the thin material of my panties. I feel his girth as he slips his hands up to my hipbones, pulling me against him and sliding just slightly to feel the friction against his cock.
“You feel pretty ready yourself, Ricky” I say with a smile. With this he takes my hand in his and slides it over the front of my panties, guiding my fingers over myself and watching me intently as I do so. I feel my breath getting faster and I watch his eyes in the mirror as he is glued to my every move, willing me to slide those panties aside and tease my pussy for him. Then he pulls his hand away and steps around in front of me, dropping to his knees. He looks up at me, his eyes burning with passion and in one smooth motion he tugs my panties down to the floor.