As I sat on the edge of the bed in just the ruffle-butt panties bought specifically for my gown, I huddled underneath the bed sheet trying to stay warm in the cool air conditioning of the bedroom. He pulled out the large garment bag containing my dress from our closet, as well as his smaller bag with his tuxedo in it. He laid my bag down onto the bed next to me, and then placed his on the back of a chair.
I stood up, and shrugged off the sheet, unzipping the extremely large bag, and removing the beautiful ball gown from within. He had bought it for me months ago, when we had taken a trip upstate. We were walking around a beautiful little lake town, and we went into this boutique. It was love at first sight, when I saw the dress. He insisted I try it on, and after a little balking on my part, I finally did. It fit almost perfectly, and the owner of the shop said that if we bought it, that she could have the alterations to have it fit me perfectly done by the next morning, no cost. The price tag seemed astronomical, and we didn't have any real reason to buy it, but he insisted we did, anyways.
When we had gotten home from that trip, he told me that he wanted to host a ball, just to give me a reason to wear such a beautiful dress. I was speechless, when he told me, simply stuttering out an "Oh... Okay."
It had almost completely slipped my mind, since he had been doing everything to set it up. I had helped him a little bit with a basic guest list, but he handled most everything else. Now that it was here, how could I have forgotten, and decided to destroy my hair? My naked chest heaved as I thought about having to go out into the public, looking the way I did.
I glanced over at him. He was already halfway dressed, busy focusing on himself. I looked back at the gown, and began dressing myself. The dress was surprisingly light, for how poofy the bottom of it was. When I was most of the way dressed, I turned to my love, unable to finish zipping the asymmetrical corset top the rest of the way.
"Babe, can you finish me...?" I asked, offering the zipper to him.
He snickered a little, and said, "Didn't I do that a few times already, today?" I simply rolled my eyes, and fought back a grin, as he closed me into the form fitting dress.
After we were both fully dressed, we stood next to each other, adjusting ourselves in the full length mirrors on the closet, him making sure his bowtie was straight, and me, leveling my breasts in the corset. My already ample tits looked huge, pushed up into almost a flat shelf beneath my chin. I noticed him staring at them, as I squeezed them together, playing.
"Oh, you like that?" I jiggled my chest at him playfully.
"You know I do, baby.. but.. actually, I was thinking.. they look bigger than usual, even for being in that dress."
He was right, but I hadn't said anything yet. The dress was also a little tighter than when I had tried it on, before, but again, I hadn't said anything. "Huh. Maybe. I'm supposed to be getting my period soon, maybe i'm just a little swollen." I shrugged, and headed off to the bedroom to apply my makeup, before he could ask any more questions.
He came in, when I was mostly done, and began playing with my hair. He grabbed his pomade from the vanity, and began rubbing it all over his hands. He began to spike my hair, making it look absolutely crazy, but managing to hide the uneven cuts, and making me look, dare I say, beautiful. He then spiked his own hair in his usual fashion, and rinsed off his hands, and left the bathroom, without saying a single word. His fingers in my hair had made me a little bit horny, but we didn't have time to play again.. yet.
I smelled his cologne drift in from the bedroom as I finished powdering my breasts. They looked nice and milky white, my freckles peaking through just slightly. I looked quite the sight, My short bright orange hair in crazy spikes, my skin powder white, and the sleeveless ball gown a brilliant midnight blue with white paisley embroidered into it.
"You look like a victorian goddess." He said, leaning back in the doorway, and I felt my cheeks turn red, as I blushed. "Come on, we need to get going, now."
I nodded, and closed up my makeup, as he headed out of our bedroom, and downstairs. I grabbed the shoes that I had bought to match the dress, and carried them down after him. He was busy bustling about, getting things ready for us to leave. I sat by the front door, and put on my shoes, fastening the straps, then made sure I had everything I would need in my clutch. He seemed slightly distracted, like he was trying to make sure not to forget something, as we walked out the door, and walked over to his sedan.
He opened the door for me, and, as I was about to sit down, he pulled a black box from his pocket, smiling, saying "Hold on.. A pretty girl like you deserves some pretty jewelry."
He opened the box, and inside was a large emerald-cut blue sapphire necklace, and three sets of matching earrings, in progressively smaller cuts. The color of the sapphires almost matched my dress perfectly. I took the box from him, and he removed the necklace, and fastened it around my neck, then leaned forward, and pressed his lips against mine in an unexpectedly passionate kiss. I leaned in to his kiss, not wanting to break away from him.
Finally, when we seperated, he smiled at me, and as I sat down in to the car, pulling the bottom of the dress in behind me, he closed the door. As he walked around, and climbed into the driver's seat, I had began placing the earrings into each of the three holes in the bottom of my lobes in each ear. Once I had all six earrings in, I fastened my seat belt, and away we went.
Once we arrived at the mansion he had rented out for the ball, he pulled up front, and the valet at the door opened my door and helped me out. I smiled at the valet, and waited for my love. As he walked around to me, he offered me his arm, and I slipped my hand into the crook of his arm. We were already fashionably late, and, as we walked in the door, he lead me towards where I could hear classical music coming from. Outside of the door to the ballroom was a table with boxes of varying colors set on top.
"Why don't you pick one, and open it up, dear?" He gestured towards the boxes. My eyes gravitated towards one that matched my dress almost perfectly, and I pointed towards it. He picked it up off of the table, and handed it to me.
I unfolded the top of the box, and inside were two matching masquerade masks. He reached in, and pulled out the masks, slipping his on, and handed the other to me. I slipped it on, as well, careful not to disturb my hair.
"Now, we're ready to dance, my dear." He took me by my hand, opened the door to the ballroom, and together we entered.
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After we had danced to the four piece orchestra for a while, I was getting tired, and needed a drink. I excused myself from my love's presence on the dance floor, where he was mingling with other couples, and escaped to the refreshments table. The drinks table was covered in champagne flutes, with the female attendant graciously pouring champagne for guests at their request. As I approached her, and asked for a drink, her eyes didn't leave my head.
She poured the champagne into the glass, and handed it to me, her eyes still affixed to my fiery orange crown. I felt like she wanted to say something, so I stood next to the table, slowly sipping at the glass.
"So.. uh.. This is quite the party, isn't it?" She finally managed, and I turned towards her, smiling.
"Oh, yes, it's absolutely wonderful. Do you know anything about the host?" I asked, trying to get her to open up.
"I've heard all sorts of stories about him, I don't know what to believe. I've heard he's a millionaire, looking for his princess, I've heard that it's an old couple, looking to have one nice evening together. I even heard that it was just some guy doing this, because he bought a dress for his wife! Who knows what the real story is!" I was doing everything I could to keep from smiling.
"It's something, all right. I can't believe i'm here. I feel so.. plain, here with all these other women in these gorgeous dresses."
