She hooks a finger in the bag's silk ribbon handle, and gives it a little twirl as she departs.
A little while later, he hears the shower come on. She takes her time, relaxing under the hot water, humming tunelessly as she dries off. She keeps it simple, a hint of perfume on her wrists and between her breasts. She pulls on her silk stockings, adjusting the top hem to lie smooth against her thighs. She wrapped the basque around her waist and clipped the busk shut. It took a bit of stretching to lace it up as tight as she wanted, without help, but she managed. She clipped the garters to the stockings, and then pulled out the four inch heels. Black and elegant, like the whole ensemble.
She did her lipstick last, blotting it carefully with a tissue, and then taking one last look in the mirror. That should do it, she thought, brushing her hair back over her ears. It's a strange mixture of 2008 and 1983, but she doesn't think he'll notice.
She calls out to him, her voice a playful singsong. "Ready or not, here I come."
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A little while later, he hears the shower come on. She takes her time, relaxing under the hot water, humming tunelessly as she dries off. She keeps it simple, a hint of perfume on her wrists and between her breasts. She pulls on her silk stockings, adjusting the top hem to lie smooth against her thighs. She wrapped the basque around her waist and clipped the busk shut. It took a bit of stretching to lace it up as tight as she wanted, without help, but she managed. She clipped the garters to the stockings, and then pulled out the four inch heels. Black and elegant, like the whole ensemble.
She did her lipstick last, blotting it carefully with a tissue, and then taking one last look in the mirror. That should do it, she thought, brushing her hair back over her ears. It's a strange mixture of 2008 and 1983, but she doesn't think he'll notice.
She calls out to him, her voice a playful singsong. "Ready or not, here I come."