The night began like most others, getting ready, putting on our clothes. As usual, she looks beautiful. Tonight it's a party dress. Spaghetti straps support her ample breasts and her auburn hair is down tonight gently touching her pale shoulders. Her dress is black with some sequins that are patterned to highlight her hourglass figure. Her hemline is just above the knee and I can see she's wearing black stockings with her heels. I'm the luckiest guy in the world.
She sees me admiring her and winks at me. I walk over and kiss her passionately, my hand caressing her neck. "We have to leave soon," she tells me. Can't be late for the shindig. I suppose she's right but I'd rather stay home and make love to her. These things bore me and I get jealous of all the other guys looking at her. I know what they see, a slender gorgeous red head who's more than enough for any man in bed. They don't know the half of it.
We get to the party and I rush over to her side to let her out of the car. I'm old fashioned that way. She loves it and rewards me with a secret she's been keeping. She steps out of the car and lets her dress ride up slightly, exposing garter belts and thigh stockings. They're black with lace at the top and contrast beautifully against her creamy white skin tone. Then she gives me that look ... suddenly there's not enough room in my pants. She can see and discreetly brushes her hand along my trouser front. Why is she teasing me? We're going to be here for hours.