This was going to be a special weekend. Julie's parents were going up to Vermont for a few days of skiing. They left mid-day Friday and weren't going to return till late Sunday. The fox was going to raid the henhouse! Julie and I planned to get together after my work and her classes on Friday evening and spend the weekend together at her folk's house.
I got home from work, showered, shaved, packed a few thing in my duffle, left a note for my mother telling her not to wait up for me. There was no need to explain what that meant, she wasn't stupid and she spent most weekends with her boyfriend.
It was a cold late February day when there had been some light snow off and on all day. I stopped at the florist and bought some flowers and when I arrived at Julie's house, it was quiet with no lights on even though it was early evening. I opened the door and walked in, no sign of Julie. I took off my snow covered shoes and went looking for her. Hoping to catch her in some form of undress, I quietly climbed the stairs, no lights there either.
I crept down the hall, Julie's bedroom door was partially open. She was lying on her side in bed, on top of her covers, wearing just her bra and panties, sound asleep. The soft late afternoon light illuminated her room, I put the flowers on a table and stood for a moment, not wanting to disturb her slumber.
Julie's bed room was, like her, soft and feminine. Lace curtains, a ruffled skirt and pillows on the bed. There was an upholstered chair to my left and I sat down to contemplate my next move. A pink satin half-slip was draped over the arm, I carefully picked it up. The cool liquid satin ran through my fingertips, the luxury fabric felt like heaven.
I immediately recognized the material as Barbizon Satin Remarque, now a favorite of ours. I loved how Barbizon named their lingerie. This tag said Barbizon Marcie, Sz Medium, 23". It was the softest pink with the slightest hint of a blue cast. I ran the rippled waist band through my fingers, then held the slip up to get a good look. The front had a lace edged slit about half way up the center and there were the prettiest green, blue and dark pink embroidered flowers scattered on each side of the slit. What a beautiful creation, it shined and rippled in the light.
I imagined what it would look like on Julie, the silky satin draping over her soft hips, her graceful legs appearing as it ended just above her knees. Perhaps she would also be wearing a matching garter belt and stockings?
I didn't need any imagination to see what her bra and panties looked like. The panties matched her half-slip, but her bra was snow white and most likely not made by Barbizon. Julie had told me that Barbizon wasn't really a bra company and she preferred other brands. (When your girlfriend works in a lingerie store, you learn these things) I sat there admiring her graceful form, her long slender legs, one bent slightly at the knee, the soft curve of her hips, her slim waist, flat tummy and the swell of her breasts. Her oval face was framed by her long flowing hair. It tumbled down her shoulders and spread out on her pillow, a few tendrils spilling across her face. She looked so peaceful, her eyes closed, a slight hint of eyeshadow on her lids, maybe a little mascara in her lashes. She had applied a light pinkish gloss to her full lips, I was so lucky to be in love with this beautiful lady.
Lying there, just wearing her bra and panties, she looked so delicate and feminine. I was reminded about why I loved her so. One day we could be climbing a mountain or hiking in the forest, the next she was all girl in her silky pink panties and snow white, satin and lace bra. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, I decided then and there, I was going to ask her to marry me. I wasn't sure when and where, her return to school was sure to delay things. But I was certain of one thing, I wanted her to be by my side forever.
I got up and walked over to her bed and carefully sat down next to her sleeping form, still afraid to awaken her. She sensed my presence and stirred, "Is that you Romeo?" she asked without opening her eyes "If not, then you had better scoot or my boyfriend will beat you up!"
"It's just your favorite panty perv!" I replied "and he wants to know if you want to make love or to just fuck!"
"Ummmmmm" she said, "Making love sounds right just now, slow and easy. What do you think of my panties, Mr Perve?"
Her eyes remained closed and I gently kissed her graceful neck, smelling her sweet perfume. "I'll give them a detailed inspection in a short while" I replied. "Just lay there and I will do the rest!"
Julie had stretched out on her stomach so I started on her neck, gently running my fingertips down her spine, just barely touching her skin. I remembered how aroused we both became the last time that I did this so tonight was going to start the same way.
The straps of Julie's bra were a stretchy satin like material, doubled up to run through a small ring and then back up to an adjustable slide. I ran my fingertips up and down the straps from her delicate shoulders, then down to the back band, across the band to the two hook catch. The tag had folded out from under the band and I could read the label, Olga Shimmerlillies, 34C. For some reason, even bra straps and the tags turned me on. I guess that it goes back to the forbidden view and private information about her size etc.
At any rate, I could tell that Julie was enjoying my light caresses, I saw the now familiar goose bumps beginning!
Finished with her bra straps, I lightly caressed the skin on her lower back while moving down to examine her panties. I loved the curve of her ass and the way that her panties followed the hollow of her back, the waist band encircling just above her hips. The elastic had gathered up the silky fabric in even wrinkles around the entire waistband. It was finished with the most delicate, looped, tiny Picot trim. I loved rubbing my fingers along the waistband and the silky fabric that was puckered up with it. Her panties followed the curve of her firm round ass, each cheek covered in satin, the edging around her legs kept it smooth. Even the leg openings formed a delicate ribbing and they had the same Picot edging. I followed each leg opening down to where the back panel and the gusset were joined by fine stitching.