The note on his apartment door said, "Hi Baby. Come on in. I had to walk the dog. I'll be back in a bit. There are 2 boxes on the table. Choose one and get dressed. The one you choose will determine the course of our evening. ;-) I love you - Curt"
She smiled and thought, "So he has a plan, or rather a pair of plans." She used her key and let herself in. His apartment was as it always was when she came over, clean, orderly and well appointed. It had a distinctly male vibe, but not in that broken down, 'what the hell, it keeps your ass off the floor sort of way', but in a way that suggested very good taste, and a bit of whimsy, in both furniture and art.
She turned to the table in the dinette. On it were two good-sized boxes, one navy blue, the other ivory. Each had a symbol she didn't recognize on top, which was no small feat. Jamie was an educated and culturally aware woman, and these boxes came from no shop in the area.
She looked at each box in turn. They were identical in size and shape and elegant. "Hmmm," she thought, "He knows my favorite color is blue, so maybe I'll choose the ivory one, just to mess with him. Wait, maybe the more perfect evening is followed by the blue box. Fuck it, every evening with Curt is perfect." She opened the ivory box.
In it, wrapped in unbelievably soft tissue was a short, silk dress with narrow shoulder straps that looked like it would caress her body like an Italian glove, a sheer lacy bra, and the tiniest g-string she had ever seen. "Oh my," she thought, "that boy has SOME plans!"
Eyeing the other box, she thought, "Let's see what's in here." It contained a long evening gown with spaghetti straps made of some miracle material that felt and looked like a blend of spandex, leather and silk, and another tiny g-string, both in navy blue. She felt inside the material, inside the cups, just below the straps, and found a little padding. I guess he figures this will work as well as a bra," she thought.
She picked up the ivory box and headed to the bathroom.
Looking at herself newly dressed in the mirror, she thought, "Damn, I look hot. Like a Hollywood starlet on the red carpet." The dress clung to her perfectly, accentuating and calling attention to every curve. The bra and g-string made it look as though she was completely nude under the shift. Jamie posed in front of the bathroom mirror, looking for her 'imperfections'. "Jesus H, Curt, this dress was made for adventure."
While she was applying her make-up, the dog ran into the room and stuck her nose in Jamie's bottom, the way she always does. "My, you must be really healthy with that ice-cold nose!" She reached down to stroke the beagle-mix's head and back.
Curt peeked into the bathroom. Looking down at the dog, he said, "Enough of that, you. Go to your chair." The dog put on her sad face and slunk out of the room. "Sorry about that." He said to Jamie. He took his time examining her. She could feel his eyes on every inch of her.
"My God!" He exclaimed, "You're angel!"
"Angel? Maybe Hollywood-red-carpet-slut?" She snapped back.
"Oh, no," he replied, "Angels are NOT sluts." He moved to her, taking her in his arms, drew her close, gently tilted her head back and kissed her. Their tongues intertwined, their bodies came together, sparking at every contact. At the end of the kiss, both were breathless; he was hard, she was moistening her panties.
He broke the kiss, saying, "I need a shower when you're done. In the meantime, I'll go make us a nice cocktail." Jamie watched as he went. He was sweaty and unkempt, but she found the way his dog-walking sweats hung from his athletic frame truly sexy.
When Jamie finished her make-up, she went into the kitchen. On the counter, there was a martini with a short note scribbled on the cocktail napkin. "I know you love vodka martinis, but I put a touch of Sapphire in this to give it a little flavor. I call it the 'perfect' martini." She sipped the drink and it really was perfect. The gin added some flavor without being overwhelming.
She looked to the dinette table. The navy box was gone, replaced by the fringed leather 'biker' jacket and black, heeled pumps she had left in his closet. "Thinks of everything, that one," she thought.
She sat and paged through the magazines on the coffee table until Curt emerged, fully dressed. He wore soft, coal-black slacks and a silk button down shirt that exactly matched her dress. His clothes fit just as delightfully as her dress. She let her eyes linger on the bulge at the top of his right leg. Over his arm was his long, black cotton duster.
He set the coat on the table and moved into the room, grinning widely, arms extended to the sides, saying, "You like?" as he turned a slow circle.
"Yes, I like." She replied as her eyes danced over her partner. "I like very much." She purred as she moved into his arms. He tilted her head up and bent slightly to kiss her, holding her tight in his arms. She kissed back, fiercely. Their bodies meshed, Jamie could feel every ridge and vein of his hard-on through their clothes. Her nipples tightened and hardened, she felt the exquisite lace doing its work.
Jamie broke the kiss, "Are we really going out?" eying the growing bulge in his pants.
"Yes, we most certainly are." He smiled that seductive-trickster smile. "And we're going to have a sexy good time."
"OK, where are we going? And what are we going to do?" Jamie said with a raised eyebrow.
"We're going to dinner, then to see a band." He replied with a little smirk.
Dinner was at little Thai place with dim lighting and booths that offered a bit of privacy. Once they were seated and their drink orders taken, Curt patted the seat beside him, "Come sit close to me. You look far too delicious to be so far away." Smiling, Jamie slid across the seat. As she did so, her skirt hiked up and she could feel the leather against her bare bottom. She reached to pull her skirt down, but Curt stopped her. "No, I want you to feel the upholstery on your bare ass and I want to see as much of those sexy legs as possible. Do you feel sexy?"
"I feel exposed." She put on a fake pouty face, but Curt could see the mischievous light in her chestnut eyes.
"Sexy exposed, or creepy exposed?" His bright blue eyes twinkled with his smile. Jamie smiled coyly. "Good," he continued, "because tonight everyone can see what I have always known, that you are the sexiest being ever set on Earth." His hand stroked up her leg, pushing her skirt a little higher.
"I thought you said I was an angel." She teased.
"Who said angels can't be sexy? Victoria's Secret makes millions selling that exact line." His hand stroked down her thigh and back up the inside, inching closer to her crotch. Every touch of his fingers sent a tingle through her.
"Is Victoria's Secret where you found this?" She asked, feeling his hand slipping closer to the thin fabric of the g-string.
"Oh God, no! VS has nothing for a woman so wonderfully, curvaceously endowed." He smiled lustily as he stared down into the cleavage of her d-cup breasts. His fingers were now stroking the sheer fabric over her pussy lightly. She wanted to push his hand away, then again she didn't. She leaned back and spread her legs a little.
