Black Dress, Naked Desire

What are you wearing to the opera, baby?”

She asked the question as she got out of the tub, water dripping down her body as she reached for her towel. He helped her wrap it around herself, but not before he kissed each breast, licking the droplets from her nipples, and smacked her naked butt playfully. She seductively giggled as he answered.

“I think I’ll go classic—navy blazer and gray flannels. White shirt. I think I’ll buy a new tie, though. What are you going to wear?”

“Well, if you’re going semi-formal, I guess I should, too. I think I’ll go shopping this afternoon and get a little black dress. Every girl needs one of those, you know.”

“How little?”

She grinned. “I have no idea. All I can guarantee is that it will be very…black. I’ll get some new heels to go with it. And I’ll wear my pearls.”

“Okay, doll. Can’t wait to see you. I’m sure you’ll be ravishing.”

She spent the afternoon at some of the better shops and finally settled on an off-the-shoulder sheath from Jones New York. The salesgirl bent over backward to please her and told her at least half a dozen times how beautiful she was, what a wonderful figure she had, and how she looked fabulous in everything. She enjoyed hearing all this; knowing it was true and that her husband would be pleased with her choice made the experience truly enjoyable. The shoes were strappy sandals—he thought she had sexy feet and loved it when she bared them—and complemented the dress perfectly.

Once home, she reheated a bowl of chowder and decided to spend the rest of the afternoon pampering herself and preparing for the night with her man. And what a man, he was—smart, sensitive, funny, daring, passionate and handsome. She let her mind wander through the memories of their conversations, meals, trips, and lovemaking over the twelve years of their marriage. She wanted him badly at that moment and longed for his touch and the feel of his lips on her body. She would call him and tell him so. She also decided to take another bath and slipped out of her clothes while she pressed his speed dial number on her cell phone.

“Hey, big fella. Working hard?… Not me—I’m not working at all. In fact, I’m standing here nude and thinking about what I’d like you to be doing to me right this very minute… Well, kissing me, for one thing. Hard and long. Oh, not just on my mouth, no. On my shoulders and my breasts and the tops of my feet and the insides of my thighs. Yes, I’m touching my body, as a matter of fact. I’m circling my nipple with my index finger—oooh, it’s getting hard. Now I’m sliding my palm over my butt and stroking my upper thigh where it meets my cheek—one of your favorite places… I bet you are. I hope nobody can see the bulge… Oh, my—what did I find? A lonely little kitty needing some love and affection. Here, kitty-kitty. Maybe I’ll pet her a little. Um, yes, I think she likes that. Oh! She really likes that. Okay, Baby. Have a good afternoon. I can’t wait to see you in your new tie.”

She smiled to herself and walked naked into the kitchen, where she made herself a pot of tea. She put some jazz on the stereo and turned it up high enough so she could hear it in the tub. Before she ran the water, she got her hand mirror and her electric shaver and, after applying a liberal dusting of cornstarch, shaved her vulva and the deep cleft between her buttocks until her skin was smooth and silky to her touch. It was hard for her to keep her hands away right after she shaved—she had never felt anything as incredibly soft as the skin surrounding her labia, and stroking it lightly with a fingertip, though only for a few seconds, nearly sent her through the roof with desire. She left only a narrow band of hair on her mound, which she groomed carefully with his beard trimmer—a pretty little arrow pointing to the treasure beneath it.

Turning on the faucet, she lay back and let the water envelop her in its comforting heat, enjoying the way her skin tingled with the shock and inhaling deeply the aroma of vanilla bath beads she had dumped into the steaming cascade coming from the brass fixture. As the sax moaned seductively in the other room, she imagined how he would react when he saw her tonight. Her fingers wandered again across her belly to her vulva. She fondled it gently as, in her imagination, she tore off his blazer and flannels and began to do things that would make her mother blush and run from the room.

After half an hour of soaking, she scrubbed herself hard with a loofah to exfoliate and make her skin glow, then washed her hair and rinsed leisurely under the shower. Again, she slid her hands all over her body, enjoying the feel of herself and anticipating the thrill of his hands making her wild with passion. Her thoughts made her tremble, and she felt that heat in her belly that always preceded her arousal.

She wrapped herself in her thick terry robe and went out to the kitchen for another cup of tea. She enjoyed being naked at home, but the house felt chilly after the long soak in the tub. She would let her hair dry by itself while she did her nails and makeup.

He came home as she was finishing up, and when he tried to pull off her robe, she pushed him away playfully. “Not so fast, mister. This is for later. You need to get your shower and show me that new tie. How was your day? Good? Not half as good as you’re night’s gonna be.”

When she finally made her appearance, his jaw dropped. She looked radiant—her hair was a wild mane of dark silk and her eyes glowed with her adoration—and she had turned a lot of heads, both male and female, when they had walked to their table. She quickly shed her wrap and leaned toward him, her arms on the table, so he could enjoy the sight of her full breasts spilling out of the bodice of her dress. She was feeling wild and daring, and she knew he was aroused at the sight of her.

Halfway through the meal, she excused herself and went to the ladies’ room. He watched her walk away with her elegant runway stroll, which had become second nature in her modeling days. He enjoyed seeing the admiring stares as she strode past jealous women and tried to ignore the glances sent in his direction. He delighted in the sway of her hips, the slight jiggle of her butt in the snug dress, and the strength and smoothness of her bare shoulders.

When she returned, she was flushed and a little breathless. As she leaned over to sit down, her dress fell open enough for him to get a delicious glimpse of her breasts. He felt like a kid going out with a girl for the first time. The thrill was the same, only this time he knew how the evening would end—in bed, tangled up with a warm, sweet, passionate woman who was all his own to enjoy as he liked and who would enjoy him in return.

“Open your hand.”

He did so, and she quickly put a damp clump of lacy fabric into it. It was, he realized with a shock, a diaphanous black thong. She had taken off her panties, and now he was holding them in the middle of a restaurant. Instinctively, he put them to his face and inhaled. The pungent mixture of expensive perfume and the dew of her arousal made him wild. His groin ached with his longing for her, and before he had a chance to recover his wits he felt her foot sliding up his leg until her toes were in his crotch, skillfully stroking the throbbing bulge in his pants.

Fumbling, he put her panties in the pocket of his blazer and looked at her with incredity. “You wild, shameless girl. Do you have any idea what you are doing to me?”

“I know exactly what I’m doing to you because you’re doing the same thing to me. Now, drop your fork.”

“What?”

“Drop your fork. And when you pick it up, look under the table.”

He dropped it, and when he leaned down to retrieve it, he lifted the edge of the linen tablecloth and looked under the table. She had slid her dress up her thighs until it was nearly at her waist and parted her legs so she could give him a good view of her vulva. He looked as long as he could, drinking in the sight of her pendulous outer lips, now swollen and slick with arousal. As he stared, her fingers came into view. Quickly, they slipped through the strip of hair on her Mound of Venus before sliding across her clitoris and between her labia to briefly fondle their inner counterparts.

“Maybe I’ll just put my plate on the floor and eat down there,” he said when he came back up to a sitting position. She laughed lewdly, a laugh she reserved for him. Any other man would have considered such a laugh, coming from such a beautiful and desirable woman, a blatant invitation. She had flashed him for a few seconds, but it had seemed like an hour. The world had stopped rotating; only the two of them were there, and she was teasing him mercilessly in a public place where he could not respond.

“Can I get you anything else, sir?” It was the server, a pretty young blonde in a short skirt and unbuttoned blouse who clearly wanted male attention and was disappointed that she wasn’t getting any from him. He did look fabulous in his blazer, and the crisp white shirt and smart silk tie gave him an air of sophistication that his wife found devastatingly attractive. She knew other women had the same reaction to him, and she felt privileged to be in the company of such a striking man.

When she returned, she was flushed and a little breathless. As she leaned over to sit down, her dress fell open enough for him to get a delicious glimpse of her breasts. He felt like a kid going out with a girl for the first time. The thrill was the same, only this time he knew how the evening would end—in bed, tangled up with a warm, sweet, passionate woman who was all his own to enjoy as he liked and who would enjoy him in return.

“Open your hand.”

He did so, and she quickly put a damp clump of lacy fabric into it. It was, he realized with a shock, a diaphanous black thong. She had taken off her panties, and now he was holding them in the middle of a restaurant. Instinctively, he put them to his face and inhaled. The pungent mixture of expensive perfume and the dew of her arousal made him wild. His groin ached with his longing for her, and before he had a chance to recover his wits he felt her foot sliding up his leg until her toes were in his crotch, skillfully stroking the throbbing bulge in his pants.

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