Dressing Up
Gabby stood in the middle of the rented flat's living room. It was bare, except for a table, chair, table filled with a laptop and a camera sat upon a tripod.
She stood wearing a Serving Wench outfit, bought two days ago, on Amazon. White and blue, short frilly skirt and white cotton stockings. A cheeky outfit that men would purchase for Valentine's Day, still a month away, she thought. Her blonde, highlighted hair left loose. She wore no shoes. It had been a request. She stood, in front of the camera that she herself, had set up only three weeks earlier. The live feed was active and she could see herself.
She looked good, positively fucking edible.
The dialogue screen appeared and then the typing started.
He was there.
The man that had turned her from an attractive mum of three and a loving wife, with admittedly a wild child past into a complete exhibitionist slut. Worse, she realised she was doing this for money.
Was she a whore? She hasn't fucked him.
Although she wanted to. Very fucking badly.
She wanted too and she felt absolutely no guilt.
She loved her; strait-laced, faithful and occasionally dull husband but this man, who told her to do things just made her wet. So fucking wet.
In fact, her own cunt was depositing her love juice in a trickle that crept down her leg, as she wore no panties, to soak her perfumed fluids. No bra to hold her breasts.
ROLL DOWN THE STOCKINGS
Gabby felt her stomach tense and her heart rate picked up. Oh fuck, she was looked forward to this all day. Her cunt had already been assaulted, twice that day, with her own fingers and later, her trusty pink Rabbit vibrator. She had cum hard, both times and yet her sex ached for something else, she hungered for sensation. She had surprised her husband, Michael, two nights ago.
In bed, she had leaned over to him and kissed him provocatively and exposed her nakedness to him. She had stroked him, hard, sucked him with her wicked twist and jerk action and then mounted him. She slid down in one fluid motion, as she was so wet already. She had pounded herself with his cock, bouncing on him with a frantic pace. He had held her fast by her arms, as Michael's climax grew. She brought herself off quickly, being already so excited. His semen pumped into her in long spurts. She'd hadn't even thought about a condom.
The memory of that fucking, made her even wetter.She reached down, ensuring that the camera got a great view of her tits as she bent over. Her firm 32C's were unfettered and her nipples were already erect.
She rolled down her right leg slowly and gathered the white cotton tights. Gabby could smell your own cunt's perfume, her cunt clenched involuntarily
She held them up and dropped them in front of her. She repeated her sultry actions with the left leg. She held it up and dropped it. She smiled, as if he was there in the room with her.
LIFT YOUR DRESS
She dropped her hand to the hem of the short, blue hem and started to lift it. She was shivery with anticipation, she wanted him to see her shaved lips. She imagined his hands, lifting the dress.
SLOWLY MY LOVE
She slowed her pulling action. She looked ahead at the camera and smiled. It was a relaxed, genuine smile, she wanted him to see.
SHAKE THOSE BEAUTIFUL TITS OUT OF THE BODICE
Gabby read the typed message and shook her shoulders and the shoulders of the dress fell and exposed her pointed tits out and she shook them for his enjoyment. She felt them tug at her skin and was loving it. She continued to raise the hem and slowly revealed her inner thighs, and then her sex, glistening with your own wetness.
She stood straight up and held the dress open for him to see her. She stepped forward to give him a close of her pussy.
PULL THE DRESS OVER YOUR HEAD
Again she did as he bade her. As she lifted the dress high, her tits were lifted and then dropped again, exposing her rounded cups and straining nipples. She threw the dress down and stood before the camera.
Waiting.
Waiting for him to instruct her.
As he had promised, he would.
As she waited, she couldn't help but remember that night with the girl's Zoom meeting; every month Emma, her oldest friend had been joined by Carrie and Alison for a big night out in the town and their favourite wine bar and a little 'out of line' behaviour. Now with technology, They all met up through Zoom. That night, with too such alcohol, after a dry start to the year and boredom with the lack of movement due to Co vid and the government Lockdown. Gabby's whole outlook had changed.
The four women, each drinking from their own bottle, had entertained themselves with ribald stories, of sex with husbands and partners. and then progressed onto moaning about their lack of a social life. One friend, Emma, ever one to try and encourage outrageous behaviour shared her screen with them all and showed them a video of an American housewife on a free porn web site.
"What the hell is she doing?" Carrie asked, aghast, yet her voice was light and curious.
Emma piped up "She's cleaning the house, in her lingerie and getting paid to do it." The girls all laughed simultaneously "I mean it!" Emma unshared the screen and stood up and stepped back. Gabby, already on the last glass of her bottle was transfixed. Emma stood back and unzipped her black hoodie and threw it off.
She was clad only in a satin basque and matching knickers, complete with stockings and suspenders. Her plump rack looked impressive in the cups of the basque. She,still had one hell of a body. A little rounder now, but still men would give her admiring glances in bars and clubs. Her ex-husband had missed out on those tits and her insatiability in bed.
