Dinner
Of course the evening had been planned and orchestrated for some time but the reality of attending was still one of nervous expectation.
It had all started 2 months ago when Phil and Michelle had received a gold envelope through the post, Phil was rushing out the door so left it on the side for Michelle to open and never thought much more about it.
It was gone 7pm when he returned and he could see Michelle was happily preparing the evening meal with a chilled Chablis on hand so as he quickly nipped to shower and get changed he returned and noticed the envelope resting on the table.
Asking how the day went -- Michelle smiled and asked him if the envelope was his doing -- saying no he reached out to read the rather elegant embossed invite.
You are cordially invited to an overnight soiree on the 23
nd
November 2019.
You have been carefully selected by the host as a special couple who share the same dreams and desires as the other 10 couples who will be at this private event.
The venue is a private remote country house dating from the 17
th
century and accommodation is provided in the main residence.
First class train tickets are enclosed and guests are expected to arrive ready for drinks to be served from 7pm in the master drawing room.
Please ensure gentlemen are wearing black tie and the ladies are requested to dress to thrill and tease and a prize of Β£1000.00 will be awarded for the lady who is judged to have taken the dress code to the ultimate limit.
Please text xxxxxxxxxx to accept your invitation, and all we ask is that you leave your world behind and enjoy the moment.
Phil's eyebrows raised as he read and re-read it ,and he looked up to see Michelle smiling -- he asked if she knew anything about it and she said the same in return, so they poured another glass and wondered about the what, and who, and the why!!
After both double checking each didn't know what it was about they looked up the address and found it was in fact a real county house set in the English Lake District and that the train tickets were real and valid, and as promised in the First Class section.
Still perturbed they texted the number asking for more details and within a few seconds got a response assuring that the invite was real and the accommodation was booked not under their names but under a Mr & Mrs Smith...
The intrigue grew but Phil noticed that Michelle was very excited and after a brief sanity chat -- decided to agree to attend and sent a confirmation text back saying as much.
A quick response came back welcoming them to the secret community, and that they should be aware that the party was very exclusive and the activities would be equally selective. As such those who will be attending will be at times very forward in every respect. But that NO of course means just that so no person would be under pressure other than to enjoy and embrace.
So fast forward a few weeks and the Saturday approached and Michelle had not told Phil what she would be wearing -- other than to say the credit card was feeling the pain.
Both packed an overnight bag and Phil went to slip one of Michelles toys in but he was once again beaten to it as her special bag was already packed and he smiled at the thought of what lay ahead.
A brief taxi ride to the station saw them sat not in a traditional train but an old fashioned corridor carriage and an old steam engine was hissing and panting at the front -- eager as a race horse to get away from the mundane diesel track hogger's that surrounded the 1962 train stallion.
What a treat and as they entered their own carriage a bottle of champagne was awaiting them -- crystal glasses and fresh strawberries adorned the table as did some rather risquΓ© magazines on every kinky subject imaginable.
As the bubbles slipped down -- Michelle stood and removed her coat to show a very elegant warp round dress -- her legs encased in 10 denier stockings and beautiful heels complimented the look perfectly. She sat back down and was about to say to Phil what she was wearing underneath when the door slide open and a gentleman came and said the carriage next door had a major leak so hoped he could sit with them until his next stop.
Of course they welcomed him and as he sat a glass of plonk was handed over and they began to chat away -- Mike turned out to be a photographer and was on his way to a shoot but had to call off at Oxford to pick some more equipment up.
So as the train rocked along Michelle noticed Mike was keenly watching her legs, and she smiled inwardly as Phil's eyes closed and he caught up with some light shut eye - she was feeling the effects of the bubbles and the anticipation of the weekend party so she sat back and grabbed one of the magazines without thinking.
It was only when she glanced down she saw the contents were based around some very sexy ladies being photographed in some very erotic x rated poses.
She looked up and Mike was watching her carefully -- and Michelle raised the magazine and crossed her legs -- knowing her dress was ever so slowly inching higher up her stocking clad leg.
God she was feeling very sultry and she glanced at the magazine and then back at Mike and innocently asked if he has ever taken boudoir shots. Mike smiled and explained he had indeed and enjoyed the experience that the woman took from it -- especially when they embraced the shoot.