Hands On My Body - Sex Stories

Hands On My Body

... brought along in that small overnight bag."

"Well, I have shoes that meet your specs," I said, watching his lips curl into a sly grin. "And my hair will be down. But, I don't know. I have to decide between the three dresses I brought along." I could see him look at me with a growing lust.

"Three? Really? Hmmm -- tell me about them."

"Well, one is just a nice little black dress that I've had for some time. The second one I have only worn a few times -- shorter and tighter than the first -- sexier for sure."

"Sounds like number two so far. But what is number three?"

"Well, I ordered number three on-line and I'm not sure I can wear it in public. I thought maybe I could when I saw it on a computer screen. But...I don't know, the way it fits and the way it's cut...it might be too much for a restaurant in a nice hotel," I said, with a soft purr in my voice.

"Well, now you have piqued my curiosity. Tell me more about it."

"Well, it's a thin satiny material -- black -- and fits very snugly. The top is low cut and I can't wear a bra with it so it's, hmmm, rather revealing. And while it's cut longer than the other two, it has a very high slit all the way up to here," I explained, holding my hand up by the top of my thigh. I could see Jack's eyes cloud over with lust.

"Well, tonight is our celebration and I'll be ordering the most expensive bottle of champagne they have, so I don't think anyone is going to care what you wear, Gracie, as long I'm spending money. ...

... I'm voting for number three." He eyed me with an up-turned eyebrow, daring me to defy him.

"Well, okay, Jack. You're the boss. I'll see if I can get up the nerve to walk into a public place in such a dress. You better have the champagne waiting for me."

"Deal, Gracie." And with that we arrived at the hotel and walked through the lobby to the bank of elevators. We parted ways in the hallway and he promised to arrive before me at the bar.

It was 7:30 so I spent the next half hour getting ready. I quickly shed my clothes, took a quick shower, and slid into the tiny lacy black thong that I'd bought at Derriere de Soie over the weekend. I adjusted my make-up, but didn't want to overdo it, as Jack had commented a few times before that he was not a fan of girls who painted themselves. I touched up my lipstick, added a little rouge and eye-liner, then brushed out my hair as I knew it had to be down tonight.

I finally slipped on my new dress and looked at myself in the mirror. It fit like a glove, but flared out nicely below the hips, along the slit expose my smooth left thigh. My breasts fit perfectly into the bodice, but I'd have to be careful to avoid leaning over unless I wanted Jack, or whomever might be looking, to get a stellar view of my deep cleavage; maybe even my nipples.

I then put on my heels, attaching the straps at the ankle, and stood up to assess the view in the full-length mirror. I would never wear something like this in public, at least at home. But I ...