The Red Dress - Sex Stories

The Red Dress

... hurt tremendously, I at least felt human again. She led me, well, almost carried me back to the bedroom and sat me on the edge of the big double bed. She had already turned down the blankets so she removed my slippers and carefully lifted my legs onto the soft mattress, then pulled the blankets back over me. They felt heavy against my battered body but they made me feel secure and safe. “If you need me I will be in the spare room just across the landing. I will leave the doors open so I can hear if you call.” "Laura, I don’t want to be alone. Will you stay? Please?” “Well, I... I suppose I could. Yes, all right I’ll stay.” “Thank you,” I whispered. She went across to the other room to switch off the light and came straight back. I watched her as she undressed, undoing the buttons of her red dress and slipping it off her shoulders, She dropped it on the floor. “That will need to be washed,” she remarked casually, as she pulled the thin straps of the beige, satin slip from her shoulders and lowered it, carefully stepped out . I looked for a moment, as she folded it up, at her standing there in her big bra and satin suspenders which were holding up the seamed stockings; she had taken her shoes off long ago, and her full silk knickers. “Laura,” I said quietly. When she answered I simply said, “You are beautiful.” She smiled down at me and replied: “So are you, Anna, so are you.” After she had removed the final garments, she pulled on a pair of cotton knickers and a white ...

... nightdress of a similar style to the one she had given me and climbed into bed beside me. She said: “Remember, Anna, a concussion can be very serious. If you feel sick or strange in any way at all you must wake me. Anna… promise!” “I promise,” I replied but already I was beginning to drift away. The darkness overtaking me and I could feel her hand gently stroking my hair. Outside, I could hear an ambulance, it’s bell ringing insistently. “Anna! Anna! Wake up! Come on!” I slowly opened my eyes. “Come on, Anna, you’ll be late!” “Philip! What are you doing here? Where‘s Laura?” “Who‘s Laura?” He reached over and switched off the alarm. A dream? Was that all it was, a stupid dream? I cancelled the alarm and lay still for a moment. I felt a little strange. The dream had seemed so real and it took a moment to readjust. I opened my eyes and looked around at the familiar surroundings of my room, the digital alarm clock, the flat TV on it's wall bracket and the halogen light fittings on the ceiling. Philip nudged me again. "Come on, lazy bones," he said, "You don't want to be rushing around." I sat up and swung my legs out of the bed but sat for a moment, thinking. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" he asked. "Uh, what?" I turned to him, "Oh, erm, yes. Sorry, just thinking. I had a weird dream." "About Laura? Who is she?" I didn't answer right away, I still wasn't fully with it. "That's the odd thing, I don't know," I said eventually as I stood up to put on my robe and slippers, "I'd better get on I ...