Fiona Gets Dressed

Fiona sat on the fluffy seat of her dressing table stool and chewed her lip. She was freshly showered and fragrant, her hair was dry and brushed into its full lustre, and she'd just finished creating her favourite

smoky eyes

face. She zipped up her makeup bag. That was the easy bit done.

She was going for a picnic with Carlo this afternoon, who she'd only known a few weeks. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly through her nose. She'd promised him

a ripping good time

today, and even if

he

didn't know what was in store for him, she knew exactly what it meant. The time had come to scratch the itch she'd been ignoring for years.

She looked down at herself. She'd used a generous amount of glittery moisturiser all over her upper body, and her skin sparkled under the dressing table lamp. She rather hoped the effect would be similar in the afternoon sunshine, and a little tingle ran all the way down her spine into her groin. She obviously knew what it was like to be

almost

naked outdoors - wasn't that the whole essence of wearing a bikini on the beach? But the plan, the itch that had been gnawing away at her for as long as she could remember, was to take things a whole step further.

She looked across the room at her wardrobe. Hanging innocently inside, she knew, was her favourite summer dress. She closed her eyes to indulge a few seconds of the fantasy that just wouldn't go away.

A breeze blowing idly through the trees ruffled the skirt of her dress and teased her thighs. She looked down at the deep vee neck of the dress and the roundness of her boobs nestled inside.

Would today be the day?

A tall dark haired man stood a little way in front of her. He smiled, and his almond eyes twinkled at her. She bowed her head a little and looked up at him from under her eyelashes. He held out his arms and she tip-toed towards him until they were no more than half an arm's length apart. Never once breaking eye contact with her, he lifted his hands and took hold of the neck of her dress, one hand each side.

She opened her eyes wide and nodded to him. "Yes," she said, her voice a little too loud.

Her groin clenched and heat spread upwards from it into her face. Her heart pounded.

She swallowed hard, and stood up. She needed to concentrate on reality right now. Her task this afternoon was to grasp the fantasy that wouldn't go away and bring it out into the real world. She did

not

need to get lost in her head at this vital moment. She picked up her magazine off the bedside cabinet and used it to fan her face.

She looked across the room. On top of the chest of drawers, lying flat, was the scruffy supermarket bag-for-life containing the two dresses she'd brought home from the charity shop. She crossed the room and without picking up the bag she slid her flat hand inside, under the two neatly folded items, and drew them out.

For a moment she stood and looked at the two old summer dresses lying on her outstretched arm. She remembered the silver haired shop assistant who folded them so carefully, and the matter-of-fact way she'd checked how perished the fabric was when Fiona confided she wanted her date to rip it off her. Fiona giggled. She also remembered the old woman's conspiratorial whisper -

you will come back next week and tell me how it went, won't you?

She laid the folded dresses on top of the bag, picked up the top one, and held it up by the shoulders. It was quite pretty in a dated sort of way. Made of soft lightweight cotton in a pale blue and white pattern rather reminiscent of wedgewood china. It had short sleeves, a sweetheart neckline and a tailored bodice which tapered to a point in the centre front where it joined a very full gathered skirt. She turned it round. It had a long zip up the centre back, and two long ties at the waist which she supposed were meant to be tied in a bow at the back. She laid it flat on her bed. Now - what to wear under it?

She pulled open her underwear drawer. A push-up bra would maximise her cleavage. She reached into the drawer to see what she could find ... but something made her stop.

She pulled her face into a frown. Wearing a bra, and knickers come to that,

was

just like having a bikini on really, wasn't it? She wrinkled her nose. The whole idea of today was to take things a step further than wearing a bikini.

She took a deep breath and turned to face her long mirror. She rocked onto one hip, and half closed her eyes. She'd put on a few pounds over the last few years, but she still had a nice trim waist and broad feminine hips.

She turned sideways.

She had no belly to speak of. Her bum was nicely rounded, and her boobs were still quite perky. Not quite the disaster area it could've been.

A grin crept onto her face. She felt her heartbeat quicken. She'd go commando under the dress.

She turned away from the mirror with a new determination and picked up the dress. Without stopping to overthink the idea she unzipped it, stepped in, and thrust her arms through the short sleeves. Reaching behind to pull the zip to the top was a bit of a stretch, but it occurred to her she probably wouldn't need to unzip it again. As of now its days of zipping up and down were finished. She chewed her lip and turned back to the mirror.

The bodice was quite a tight fit around her ribcage, but that simply served to accentuate her waist and hips, and push her boobs up.

Result.

She fingered the sweetheart neckline, gripping it playfully with one hand each side.

She gazed into his almond eyes, which sparked at her. He took a deep breath at the same time as her, and their chests rose together. She swallowed hard. The moment had come.

Her heart somersaulted in her chest. Her groin clenched involuntarily and heat radiated upwards pushing a cheesy grin onto her face.