I see you looking at an electric blue dress. It’s sleeveless and low cut with a short hem. It’s beautiful and I can imagine you in it. You turn and I can see your face. It falls with a look of immense sadness. It tugs at me and quickly I move to you.
“You would look stunning in that dress,” I say. You turn to me with a confused look on your face.
“That dress. You would look absolutely stunning in it.” You look into my eyes and catch the intensity in them. You pause and while you do, I pull the dress and thrust it into your arms. I take your arm and walk you to the dressing room, ‘Go ahead’ I say and you move into one.
When you appear I can see that I was right. You do look stunning, but it’s not enough. Your face is smiling and I know that you are happy in it, but I want more for you.
“What do you think?” you ask.
“It’s almost good enough for you,” I reply, “Hold on” I disappear and return momentarily with a matching blue bra. I hand it to you and you disappear back into the room. The bra is a bit small, but you can squeeze your breast into it. It presses them up and out and it turns this beautiful dress into a killer one. Smiling at me you turn and give me a full show then go back into the dressing room. You emerge and hand the clothes back to me.
“Thank you,” you say and turn to leave.
“You’re going the wrong way, “ I say and I take your arm to see the shoes. We agree that a pair of blue pumps with 1” heels would make the outfit perfect. We move to the register and as we do, you ask me what I am doing.
“Living out a fantasy,” I reply. After buying it all we move into the mall and head toward the salon. As we go, you stop and pull me off to the side.
“I can’t let you do all of this for me,” you say. I move in closer to you. It’s frightening, but exciting. I whisper in your ear, “I want to do this for you.” And my sincerity moves you to follow me to the salon.
Inside I tell the ladies I’ll be back in an hour. Winking at the clerk I say, “Give her the best, we have a big date tonight.” You are blushing as she leads you away. As he washes and works your hair you think this is crazy, but it feels so very good. You go along with it.
When you emerge I am sitting there. Your hair has been softly curled and piled high on top of your head with blonde highlights. You look like a movie star and you are radiant. The smile on your face is indescribable, but we are not done yet. We move on to Merle Norman and the clerk works her magic. Your complexion requires very little make-up. A bit of foundation, some eye shadow and liner. Deep red lipstick and when she is done you turn to me. Your eyes are so deep. They are like falling into the ocean. So bright and pretty. I am amazed at your beauty. I take you by the hand and we leave.
We get into the car and drive to my hotel. You see it and get very nervous. You don’t want to follow me in. I look back and see your hesitation.
“I can’t take you out dressed like this. And you need to change,” smiling wide and sincere, ‘trust me.’ You take my hand and we go inside and up to my room.
As we enter I direct you to the bathroom. While you are inside I put my suit on the bed and start to get undressed. My back is to the bathroom. You open the door and peek out. I am down to my briefs and you gaze at my muscular back. You start to get excited and a little wet. A tingling sensation runs through you as you close the door. You open the bags and find some nice surprises: thigh high stockings and a thong to match the bra. You quickly get dress excited to see what comes next on your date.
You step out of the bathroom and I literally stop breathing. You are beautiful beyond words! I stand in awe of you. I reach out and take your hand. We leave the hotel, you in electric blue and I in an olive double-breasted suit. Shortly we arrive at the restaurant. We are quickly seated and I order for both of us.
I lift my wine glass for a toast. “To beauty, adventure, and possibilities,” Smiling you take a sip. There is little talk. Neither of us wants to ruin the mood. We are sitting opposite each other and as we dine I slip my foot out of my shoe. I run my foot up your calf. You giggle like a schoolgirl, but don’t stop me. As dinner ends, we skip dessert and head out, your hand in mine.
We enter the bar, Lava, and I can see the men and women looking at you: the women, jealous and the men, envious that I am with you. I order us 2 long island ice teas and we down them quickly as we head to the dance floor.