I spent a lot of time getting ready for him. I wanted to be perfect, so I had the works. I had my nails done, both a manicure and a pedicure, and my hair done, and my makeup done by a salon downtown. I had bought all new, very sexy lingerie and a beautiful new dress, too.
I felt a little silly in my jeans and tank top, with my hair done and all made up and perfumed, but when I got home and stripped, the effect was better. When I put on my silk panties and satin bra, I began to feel more feminine. I slid my thigh-highs up my legs and slipped into a pair of ivory silk heels. Now the effect was much better. I really looked good. And when I slid my slinky slip down over my breasts, I really began to feel pretty. Last, I slipped into my new chiffon cocktail dress. It had a swirly skirt that should look great on a dance floor. I so hoped he would like me.
I had been looking at Tom since he came to work for our company about three weeks ago. I hoped he didn't notice my staring, but I'm sure he did. He is so handsome! I just couldn't take my eyes off him. Whenever he walked by my desk, I gazed after him, dreamily imagining all sorts of romantic episodes. Then yesterday, he stopped at my desk and started to talk to me. I was so flustered, I'm sure I made a fool of myself ten times over. But he wound up asking me to go dancing with him. I went right out last night and bought a new wardrobe, and I took this afternoon off for a total makeover. I didn't sleep very well last night. I just kept imagining myself in his arms.