"Romance," Betty whispered to herself, was more than simply candlelight, wine and a soft kiss, so much more. Sure the bottle of wine she had chilling in the cooler would help the mood and the candles she'd light at just the right time would add to the ambiance but for all of this it was the preparation that Betty lived for.
She started almost immediately after getting home from work quickly undressing before taking a long, hot shower. She let the hot, steamy water relax her before she scrubbed herself removing the stale perfume, sweat and grime from her skin.
Teasing her nipples with her body wash she felt a damp tingling between her legs. A light touch there was just enough to heighten her longing.
Finishing the shower she used her softest towel to dry herself, melting into the sensation of the fabric as it touched her with a lushness she only hoped she'd feel later in the evening. Once dry she carefully spread her lotion over her, starting at her neck, rolling over her ample breasts, down her stomach and onto her muscular thighs. Each touch, stroke and feeling was merely an extended prelude.
She dried her short dark hair with a towel and then used the blow dryer and a brush to get it just right. Walking toward her bedroom, she paused in front of the full length mirror dropping the towel to the floor. Briefly looking over her body, she noticed her nipples were still quite firm and the tuft of hair between her legs looked soft and curly.
Picking the towel up with her foot she headed toward the bed. After tossing the towel near her bed she walked slowly to her closet.
Now she needed to decide what to wear. She'd be staying in so she passed over some of her nicer evening wear to look for something a bit lacier, something more revealing. She first grabbed a black teddy, but then decided on the white bustier which featured the long slits at each breast. Carefully, sliding into the bustier she adjusted her breasts so her nipples peeked through the narrow slits.