The Party Gift - Ch. 6 - Sex Stories

The Party Gift - Ch. 6

... staring down at the dress that had sent me to the hospital just one year ago. The dress I had planned to wear to Midnight Mass with my then boyfriend/fiancé Kyle. “Is this what I think it is,” I asked Deanna. “Yes,” she stated matter-of-factly. “And I want you to wear it for me tonight when I take you out to dinner. Because I think it’s gorgeous!” “You’re taking me out to dinner? Tonight? ” I asked very intrigued. “I am. Our reservations are for seven-thirty,” Deanna told me and then looked at her watch. “And it’s just now five-twenty, so I want you to go get ready. And just so you know, I plan to get a little tipsy tonight, so you’re driving. I hope you don't mind.” I threw my arms around Deanna and squeezed her so hard she almost started to cry. “I love you so much,” I told her and then hurried off to get ready. As the grandfather clock in the foyer was chiming the hour of seven, I stood admiring myself in front of the full body length mirror in our bedroom. And as much as I hate to admit it, this dress was definitely not appropriate to wear to a church service but certainly did not constitute an ass kicking. A sexy one shoulder, black, slinky body conforming pullover mini dress by Chick Classique, that featured a black flowered and beaded neckline bodice applique; figure fitting silhouette and an open back, with an overall length from the armpit along the side seam to the hem of only 26 inches. Now combine all that with matching black three inch spiked heels. Yeah, I ...

... looked like a street walking hooker. And I loved it!! Emerging from our bedroom into the foyer, I was actually a little nervous. And for an instant, I was grateful that I was on the first floor. Then I saw Deanna. And my jaw dropped as she stood there in a gorgeous Chianti red boat neck lace sheath dress with matching two inch heels on her feet; all of which so magnificently accentuated her gorgeous figure and those luscious legs that I felt incredibly lightheaded. Her hair was perfect; her make-up was perfect. She was perfect. In fact I was so mesmerized by her that I didn’t even notice how mesmerized she was by me. We helped each other into our long winter coats and then climbed into my new Infiniti. I almost hated to drive it out on such a cold and dreary winter night because it was just so pristine clean. But then again, that’s what a car wash is for. We dined at Morton’s Steakhouse which is located in Troy; just a short trek down I-75 from Rochester Hills. I had a fuzzy navel before dinner while Deanna had two dirty vodka martinis straight up. We ordered a fine bottle of cabernet sauvignon with dinner and I drank one glass while Deanna had the rest; then she sipped a dark green de menthe on the rocks during dessert as we split a heavenly chocolate mousse. After dinner we drove back to the Village of Rochester Hills Shopping Center and to a small Irish Pub that Deanna was fond of. Sitting in a cozy little booth in the corner, Deanna and I held hands as we each sipped a ...