Amber awoke early on Friday morning, but did not immediately open her eyes. She'd spent the previous day, the first of her vacation time, grooming. She'd gotten a full bikini wax, leaving only a small triangle of hair on her pubic mound. She'd purchased some new lip gloss, tinted red to match the bows on the shoes in the box, and then shouted herself a full body massage. She'd gotten a pedicure and manicure, settling on a red polish. Upon her return home she'd shaved her legs and armpits, and washed her hair. Now, as she lay in bed, the realisation of what lay ahead dawned on her. She was about to fully submit herself to Caleb. She had no idea what lay ahead for the weekend, except that he was going to be in control. It gave her goosebumps.
She finally opened her eyes and rolled out of bed. The night before, she had taken the clothes from the box and laid them out ready for today. She glanced at them as she left her bedroom and completed her normal morning routine, skipping the check of her work emails being she was officially off the clock. Yoga, coffee and social media, and then a shower. The shower was longer than usual, with the water hotter than the warmth of the day would usually call for. But she wanted to feel as relaxed as she could before embarking on her travels. Despite her best efforts, she had butterflies. She towelled off and then made her way back into her bedroom and stood before the outfit.
Amber slowly pulled up the white lace underwear and slid the crop top over hear head. She'd been right, her breasts were barely contained by the lace. She sat on the bed and slid the fishnets up her legs, then stood and wiggled into them. She put the top on and buttoned it up. It was very tight across her chest and the lace was clearly visible beneath the thin material. The skirt next. It was a fine line between having it pulled up enough to cover the top of the fishnets, and having it low enough to stop her underwear from being visible beneath the hem. The shirt was just long enough that she was able to tuck it into the skirt so she could sit it a little lower on her hips. This made the skirt just a little longer and left her feeling slightly more comfortable about moving. It also made her waist more defined. She sat back on the bed again to put on the high heels. She was shocked to see how high the skirt rode up when she was seated. She realised that she was going to be forced to decide between sitting on the train and being almost exposed, or standing and retaining more modesty, but attract more attention due to the nature of her outfit.
After slipping into the heels, Amber stood and walked to the full length mirror in her wardrobe and looked herself over. Though outwardly she maintained an air of confidence, she thought of herself as a little plain. She was a little over five feet tall. Her body was curvy, but strong; soft in all the right places. She had large breasts and the hours she put in each week at the gym could be seen in her ample backside, toned arms and legs, and trim waist. Her wavy, auburn hair fell just past the middle of her back. She had olive skin and, despite her hectic schedule the past few months, had managed to get enough sun to have a deep and even tan. Her cheeks were naturally rosy and she had full lips. A combination of good genetics and the fact she rarely wore make-up left her skin blemish free. Her favourite feature were her big brown eyes, especially the way they'd begun to crinkle a little at the corners when she smiled.
In this moment, she couldn't help but admire her reflection. Caleb had picked an outfit that was tailored to show off her body in the best way possible. Her legs appeared longer in the heels, and her butt stuck out further than usual. Her tan appeared darker against the white of the shirt, which also showed off her breasts as they strained against the buttons. If the air conditioning on the train was high, her nipples would surely be visible. She applied the red lip gloss and fixed her hair, pinning it at the sides so it was off her face, but remained free to cascade down her back. She stood back and looked herself over again. She had to admit, she looked totally fuckable.
She glanced at her watch and realised she was cutting it close to make it to the station on time to catch the train. She booked an Uber, then took a medium sized handbag from the shelf and threw the new gloss inside. She picked up her phone from the bedside table and put it and its charger into the bag. She went to the bathroom and quickly packed her toothbrush and toothpaste, her cleanser and face moisturiser, her body moisturiser, hairbrush, and some hair ties and bobby pins. She went to the dining room table and took her wallet, house keys, her travel card, headphones, compact mirror and her perfume from her daily bag and put them in the larger bag. She pulled the perfume out again, gave herself a quick spritz then placed it back in the bag. She wasn't sure whether or not she should wear her sunglasses. Upon consideration she realised Caleb hadn't included any in the box of items. As his letter had been specific in that she could only wear what was in the box, she left them behind.
Her phone dinged and she read the message that her car was about to arrive. Amber quickly looked herself over again, and double checked the contents of her bag. She took a deep breath and headed out the door. She locked up behind her and returned the keys to her bag. Being a Friday most of her neighbours would be at work, so it was unlikely anyone would see her. Still, she waited on her front stoop until the car pulled up. She dashed to the car and jumped into the back seat. Despite her efforts, she could not keep the skirt from riding high up her thighs. The driver looked over his shoulder to say hello, and caught sight of her. She smiled and said hello in return as she did up her seatbelt. The driver realised he had been staring at her, jaw slightly opened, and quickly averted his eyes and began the drive to the station.
Amber looked at her phone almost the whole ride. She had not received another message from Caleb since he'd asked her favourite colour. It was playing on her mind a little, but she kept reassuring herself this was all part of his plan. He would have let her know if anything changed. She caught the driver looking at her in his rearview mirror several times and it gave her a good indication of the attention she was about to receive on her journey to the Coast. Caleb was exposing her. She wished she'd gone ahead and worn her sunglasses. Without them, she was going to be forced to acknowledge every stare, every look her way. She had nothing to hide behind. Her heart was racing, but it wasn't all nervousness. There was a little arousal mixed in. She was vulnerable. And she had to be honest, she liked it.
As the car pulled up she smiled at the driver and thanked him for the ride. He watched her exit the car and she was sure he got a thrill from seeing her strut away. She fished her travel card from her bag and swiped it at the terminal. The gate opened for her and she returned the card to her bag. She was already attracting a lot of stares. The men were ogling her. The women were looking at her too, some with disbelief and some with what could only be described as disgust. One woman smiled at her and winked. She grinned back, and keeping her head high Amber made her way to the platform to catch the train. She hadn't expected the traffic to be as light as it had been, which meant she had arrived a little earlier than she anticipated. She now had to wait almost ten minutes for the train to arrive. As she waited she could feel eyes on her. A pair of teenage boys that definitely should have been in school were openly staring, prodding each other and whispering. An old lady was shaking her head, a man in a business suit was attempting to be subtle in his admiration of her and yet another man was making no such attempt, his mouth agape while he stared.
