“Y-yes, I’m all right,” she said shakily.
This had to be an emotional experience, right? He had cummed in her, planted his seed in her. They had to be bonded somehow by this experience, this shared celebration of life.
This was a moment to be savored.
Later, when they had rinsed each other off and toweled each other dry, Rust said mysteriously, “Come with me.”
She would follow him anywhere.
He led her to another room, which was not really a room but a walk-in closet twice as large as her lounge in her family home. The walls were lined with sliding closets. There was a circular cushioned chair in the middle, and several long mirrors in carved wooden frames. A black dress was laid on the low table before the chair. It was a very delicate number. The material was like gossamer and it was worked with silver filigree. A pair of shining black heels sat at the table’s edge.
“For you,” he said. She could glimpse their reflections in the long mirrors – two naked people standing close together, their bodies golden and healthy in the flattering light.
“For me?” She faltered. He had never given her anything before. Well, anything material, that was.
“Yes. Put it on. You’ll look beautiful in it.” He went behind her and lightly swiped his arm around the front of her neck. He was gentle, caressing. He kissed the side of her neck.
He wants me to dress in front of him?
Okaaaaay.
She picked the dress up. It was lighter than a feather, like fairy wings. Her breath stopped. She had never worn anything so beautiful and dainty in her life. What if she tore it? What if she stretched it beyond its capacity and ruined it?
What if she looked fat in it and he laughed at her?
“Go on,” he urged her. “Don’t be shy. Put it on.”
He hadn’t laid out any panties for her or a brassiere. So he must have wanted her to be naked under that dress.
She gingerly pulled it over her head.
“Let me help you,” he said.
Together, they let the dress drape over her body. It was a diaphanous number. So sheer as to be transparent. It was a very sexy number which showed off her curves to good effect. The front barely covered her large breasts and the neckline plunged all the way down to just above her navel. Her nipples were hidden only by the concentrated filigree which decorated the bands which formed the front of the dress.
As for the back, it was entirely bare safe for the halter around her neck. The scoop of where the skirt started was so low was to reveal (just reveal) the tops of her buttocks. No wonder he didn’t want her to wear panties! The long skirt was slit on both sides, so that her legs were shown to perfection.
She was beautiful in that dress.
Overwhelmingly, awesomely beautiful.
“See? I told you,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing his naked chest to her back. She felt the hardening of his cock against her lumbar curvature.
“No, I can’t fuck you this time,” he added, laughing, “not in your finery. Now let me get dressed before I cum all over your clothes. We have to eat. I’m starving.”
She could completely bask in his attention all night.
Once he had dressed in a smart white shirt and white jacket over dark pants, they were every inch the perfect couple. Beautiful, rich and (outwardly) happy.
A couple.
She savored the word, even though it was only in her imagination. If this was a dream, she didn’t want it to end.
“Wait,” he said. “This dress wouldn’t be complete without these.”
He withdrew a velvet case from one of the drawers in the closets and opened it in front of her. Inside was a pair of teardrop diamond earrings. They were so sparkling and breathtaking that she couldn’t take her eyes off them.
For me? she wanted to ask.
But of course they couldn’t be a gift. They had to be on loan from Tiffany’s, an accompaniment for this beautiful dress, just for the night. She shouldn’t even ask, shouldn’t presume.
“They are beautiful,” she said in awe.
Her eyes had stars in them. She had dissolved into the realm of girls she had previously detested – the ones who fell all over a man and gave him her all just because he flashed a couple of jewels in front of her. Only hers was in reverse. She had spread her legs and given the man of her dreams her all before he had given anything material to her, because all she ever wanted was him.
Was this now a present from him to her for being a wanton slut?
Oh stuff it, it isn’t a present at all, and you know it.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked before she could betray herself. Her voice quavered.
“No ‘thank you’?” he inquired.
She was amazed. She spun round.
“A-are they for me? They must have cost a fortune! I can’t possibly take them!”