The Red Dress - Sex Stories

The Red Dress

... sight of myself in the hall mirror. I could not believe what I saw. I was wearing a long, once white, nightie which was covered in dust and dirt. My hair was hanging down and matted with the same debris that was on my nightie. I wore no shoes or slippers and my legs and feet were black and bloodied. My face looked bad. I had little cuts and bruises all over me and dark red dried blood was caked down the left side of my head. I just stood and stared open mouthed at my reflection and then it hit me. The tears welled in my eyes and rolled unstoppably down my cheeks leaving wet rivulets in the grime. “Oh, Love.” Laura took me in her arms and held me while I sobbed uncontrollably until I finally recovered my composure. She said: “Come on, Sweetheart, Lets get you cleaned up. I will run you a nice hot bath and see if we can help you settle.” Slowly , arm in arm, we climbed the stairs. Step by very painful step she carefully guided me until we reached her spare bedroom and she sat me on the bed. “You wait there while I draw some hot water for the bath.,” she told me. “Lay back and rest if you want to and don’t worry about the covers getting dirty,” she added, seeing my hesitance, “They will wash,” and with that, she disappeared into the bathroom. I just sat and listened to her moving around and heard the hot water splashing into the bathtub the steam escaping through the door as it filled. Soon, Laura returned. She had taken off her coat and hat and I noticed then that her dress ...

... had little capped sleeves, leaving her arms bare. “Okay?” she asked. “I think so,” I replied. “Laura. I don’t know how to thank you. You are so kind.” “Hush now, Anna. You would do the same for me. We all have to pull together in these troubled times.” Helping me to my feet, Laura guided me to the bathroom. She had laid out a clean nightie and bathrobe. On the floor were a pair of slippers. “Now then, arms up!” I slowly and carefully lifted my arms and Laura lifted the hem of my nightie gently up and over my head then dropped it on the floor near the door. “I don’t think you will be wearing that again,” she said. I looked over at what appeared to be a pile of bloodied, dirty rags. “No, I guess not,” was all I could manage. I tried to bend to remove my big, satin pants. “Owww...” I wailed. “Here, let me.” Stepping nearer, Laura took the waistband and very carefully pulled them down over my hips and legs until I could step out of them. “Ahhh, ouch. Laura, It hurts so much.” “I am not surprised, Anna, You had a house load of bricks on you not half an hour ago. The medic said you were very lucky to be alive. You are covered in cuts and bruises from head to toe! Now, do you think you can get into the bath?” “I think so.” I lifted my leg over the side and put my foot into the hot, welcoming, water then, using Laura as a crutch I lifted my other leg over and very carefully sat down, letting the water cover me. I winced in pain as I lay back. Laura looked alarmed, “Too hot?” “No, It’s ...