John and Melanie always loved to play dress up. For them, role playing during sex just made it ten times better. They loved to explore their most naughty and kinky sides and see just how far they both would go. It had been several weeks since their last role-playing encounter where Melanie had dressed as a sex kitten and got on her knees to drink milk from a saucer on the floor. John was bugging her more and more often lately to get back into role playing during their intimate moments, but Melanie always denied him, saying that she had some secret plan in the works and asking him to trust her because it would be worth the wait. It had taken Melanie nearly a month to find all of the items that she needed for her secret plan, but now that she had them, she waited quietly for the right moment to surprise him.
John had a tough day at work the day his surprise came. It probably would have been a much easier day to bear if he had known what was waiting for him upon his arrival home that night. He drug himself out of his car and up the driveway leading to their house, barely able to stand another moment. His feet and back ached and he longed to be inside his warm home with his wonderful new wife and to try to escape the worries of the day. As he approached the front door of the house, he noticed that it was dark inside and there was no sign of Melanie stirring about as she usually did when she heard his car pull into the drive. He slowly opened the door, fumbling with the lock and entered into his home.
"Melanie? Honey? Where are you babe?" he called out.
"I'm in the bedroom, just have a seat in the living room, I'll be out in just a second hun," she replied.
He entered the living room and plopped himself down on his favorite sitting spot, his big, comfortable couch. Taking the weight off of his feet was the best feeling he had experienced all day and as he sat he let out a sigh of relief. He began to unbutton his shirt and take it off, throwing it over the back of the couch. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes and just sat, motionless, so very glad to be home at last.
He must have dozed off for a few minutes, because the next thing he knew he was awakened by the sounds of hard-soled shoes walking toward him on their wood floor. He could barely make out what it was that Melanie was up to, because the house was still very dimly lit. But, as she approached the couch, her outline became much clearer and when he saw what was before him, his head sprang up, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped open.
There Melanie stood before him. The shoes he had heard were little black dress shoes, which were accompanied by knee high white socks. At her waist was a red, blue and black plaid skirt that finished just at her mid-thigh. She wore a white, button-down blouse that was rolled up at the sleeve and tied below her breasts. All but two of the buttons on the blouse were unbuttoned, revealing copious amounts of cleavage. Her hair was back in a single pony tail, tied with a white ribbon…she was the perfect little Catholic school girl. She twisted her right foot inward on the tiptoe and proceeded to grind it into the floor while biting her lower lip and giving him the most innocent eyes she could manage. It was all he could do not to jump up and take her instantly. Instead, he remained seated, his expression still one of surprise.
"What do you think?" she asked.
"I think you look fucking amazing, and I…I…uh…" he stuttered.
