Brianna left her job on Friday evening, dressed in her conservative business suit, white blouse, hose, and low healed shoes. The same job, a data input supervisor, and the same style of clothes. She was a beautiful woman, but did nothing to either accept her beauty nor accent it, but she longed for something more. She rode the elevator to the garage and climbed into her Chevy sedan and started her hour ride home.
Arriving home, she parked her car and walked into the house. Her cat greeted her by rubbing himself against her leg. She threw her briefcase in the chair, removed her jacket and walked into the kitchen. She opened the cabinet and removed a can of cat food and as she opened it hit the play button on her message machine. She put the food in the cat's dish and heard the first message was a hang up. The second was a telemarketer saying she was the lucky person chosen to receive a trip to Florida and a number to call back. She turned to walk out of the room when she heard the last message start. It was from her best friend and she was inviting her to a party. She stopped and thought for a minute or two before walking to the phone and calling Sharon.
Sharon answered and was glad to hear Brianna was interested. "What time is the party?" asked Brianna.
Sharon replied, "eight tonight and I know you need a good party, after your exciting week at work."
Brianna sighed and though she could use a little excitement in her routine and told Sharon she would be there.
Brianna walked into her room and undressed. She looked in the full view mirror and admired her lovely 5'5" frame. She had nice legs, a tight ass, and perky 34B breasts. She often wished they were bigger, but brought her hands to her breasts and lightly pinched her nipples. A volt of power shot through her body and to her perfectly trimmed pussy. She dropped one hand between her legs and though how long it had been since she had enjoyed a man's presence there. She dropped both hands and walked into the shower.
She took a long, hot shower and washed her pussy, breasts, and ass, all the while thinking what it would be like to be made to obey a man's wishes and what it would be like to be made to pleasure another woman. She pushed the thoughts from her mind, for they were just a fantasy, and got out of the shower and dried off.
Walking into her room she picked the clothes she would wear tonight. She pulled a lacy pair of blue panties up her legs and picked a matching bra and snapped it in front, adjusting her breasts inside the push up cups. She thought about hose, but changed her mind and pulled on a garter belt and sat on the bed and pulled the stocking up each leg. As she attached the garter she admired how well her legs looked in stockings. She next picked a somewhat shorter skirt than she normally wears; the hem fell just 8 inches above her knees. She liked the way it showed off her legs. She picked a pull over top that showed off what little, she thought, cleavage she had. Admiring herself in the mirror, she grabbed a jacket and left her house for Sharon's party.