Dawn sat on the edge of her bed feeling more awkward than she ever could remember. She looked down at her legs, encased in the white silk stockings and shuddered. Her hands twitched nervously from place to place and she longed to stick them into her pockets, but the short swing skirt she wore had no pockets.
I feel utterly ridiculous! She thought. How did I ever let that little brat talk me into this? She snorted, but then smiled wanly. Because she is so cute and when she really wants something you're powerless to refuse her. Even this, she told herself mockingly.
Dawn was a short, compact girl with the dark eyes and the olive skin of her Italian forebears. Her body was well muscled from years of playing softball and riding her bike. She had never liked dresses and had stopped wearing them as soon as she left home. A tomboy all her life, she was aggressive and had earned the nickname Animal for her hard- nosed play on the field. She was highly competitive and had made her way in the business world based on the same toughness and aggression that had won her all state honors on the softball field. She looked at the long tapered heel of her shoe and snorted in disgust. Some butch I am, she thought. Sitting here on the bed dressed like a tart. She shook her head again.
Her lover was almost the complete opposite. She was older than Dawn by a few years and had a shy retiring personality that Dawn adored. She blushed easily, and was almost always uncomfortable unless they were alone. She was five six and probably weighed less than one hundred and twenty pounds, Dawn had never been able to weasel her exact weight out of her. Her body was lush, made for loving, with nice hips, a teardrop ass and a large chest. She was always dressed in something soft and feminine and Dawn had hardly ever seen her wear anything other than heels in the seven months they had been going out. She had an entire chest of drawers devoted to lingerie, or frillys as Dawn called them. She was utterly feminine and Dawn loved her all the more for it.
Their relationship was strong and loving. Dawn took the lead in almost everything, and Danielle demurely accepted that. She had moved to be with Dawn and had given up her job to take care of the house. She was a good homemaker, and Dawn had quickly come to enjoy coming home to be greeted at the door and have dinner ready. She especially enjoyed the greeting as Danielle took pains to look fresh and sexy for her. Sometimes it was a nice dress and heels, others it was jeans and a halter top, still others it was something slinky and sexy and on one memorable occasion it was nothing but a red bow in her hair. Dawn had not truly appreciated it until today. She had almost forgotten what a pain in the arse doing makeup and hair was. Her feet hurt from the heels and it had taken her almost an hour, and every bit of patience she possessed to get the seams on her stockings lined up right and the garter clips attached.
The waist cincher had been a nightmare, and she had roundly cursed Dani for picking it out for her. Even now she could feel the laces biting into her back and she was forced to take small sips of air if she wasn't standing. The color had appalled her, a champagne pink. Dawn detested the color pink and did not own anything with that color in it. She loved it on Dani, but never, ever on herself. This just isn't going to work, she thought to herself.
Dawn was a confident person, but her relative lack of experience in the bedroom always made her feel inadequate. Danielle had tried many variations and she had slowly introduced Dawn to some of them. Thus far, the D&S games had been her favorites. Dawn had really enjoyed restraining her lover and having her way with her. Beyond that, the knowledge that Dani trusted her so much made the scenes very intense. Dawn knew she could never trust anyone like that, and Danielle seemed to sense this and had never once attempted to steer things in that direction.
Dawn remembered the first time she had fastened the restraints on Danielle. She had looked so vulnerable spread eagle on the bed in just her garterbelt and stockings. Dawn had stood for a long time just looking, unsure of what she wanted to do, or what she could. She had finally sat on the edge of the bed and gently fondled the helpless woman's breasts, working the small pink nipples into hard points. Danielle sighed and moaned, and Dawn realized she had never been this free to make her lover feel good. Danielle was so caught up in making her partner feel good that she had always resisted attempts to put her pleasure first.
Dawn had spent nearly an hour just licking, sucking and fondling her breasts and Danielle had come twice from that alone. By the time Dawn had moved to her pussy Dani was begging to be let go. Dawn had ignored her pleas and feasted on her dripping sex. She had driven Danielle to orgasm after orgasm until her captive had pleaded in earnest that it felt so good it was beginning to hurt. Dawn had stopped reluctantly and released her.
Dawn's mind was snapped back to the present by the alarm clock going off. She loved to remember that night, and it always got her going. Even now she was aware of how excited she was, her nipples where hard and the soft satin of her push up bra felt good when she breathed out and it rubbed against them. She realized she was moist and smashed her hand down on the clock with enough force to pop the face late off.
"Damnit!" she yelled.
Danielle would be home in half an hour and dinner wasn't ready. Dawn stood up quickly and nearly fell onto her face. She growled in frustration as she caught herself on the nightstand and fought down the almost irrational desire to kick off her heels. Six hours in the cursed things and she was about to loose it. She moved carefully towards the kitchen, acutely aware of the sway in her hips and the maddening sensation of her skirt against her stockings and ass. She was also aware of the satin of her panties on her pussy and the pleasurable sensations that shot into her when she moved wrong and they pulled tight against her bald mound. The stockings also sent ripples of pleasure through her as they moved over her freshly shaved and lotioned legs. Her nostrils were filled with the scent of lilacs, and she swore she would never again give Danielle ANYTHING from Victoria's Secret scent shop.
Dawn was a good cook, and she quickly got dinner together. She glanced nervously at the clock and hurried into the dining room to set the table. The candles were lit and she had just placed the plates on the table when she heard the car pull into the driveway. She felt a lurching in her belly and she was sweating. She could not recall being so nervous and uncomfortable in a very long time. Her hands unconsciously smoothed her skirt and she found herself wanting a mirror to check her makeup.
When it dawned on her that she was acting like a girl she cursed like a sailor and made her way towards the door. The cursing helped but in the foyer all of her anxiety returned. When she heard the key in the door she had to fight the impulse to run. I would probably kill myself in these things if I tried, she told herself and tried to smile, but the best she could do was not to frown.
The door opened and Danielle walked apprehensively into the house. She wore a blue work shirt and faded jeans, with heavy work boots. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and Dawn saw her without makeup for the first time besides early morning when she had just awakened. Dawn tried desperately not too, but she broke out into a gale of laughter. Danielle was so cute she just couldn't help herself.
Dani smiled at her and began to giggle herself and for a few moments they laughed together. Dawn realized she must look just as comical to her lover as Danielle did to her. When they had both mastered their mirth they stood there in the silence for a moment.
