I originally posted this as Dpdlover.
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Her question hung in the air above the quiet murmur of the gathering. A question that had already been answered, but she ask again in a soft voice that made my heart beat faster and my skin tighten. Then she asks the question again for effect, O My God I thought, it worked. My heart was pounding at an alarming rate. The question represented another step down a winding road, the continuation of a journey already started. It was another step, but a step that stirred the deep emotions of arousal and excitement and the deepest of all emotions. fear. I struggled to put the doubt out of my mind and focus on the journey.
It was a simple request, after all, it was an act she had done time and again. But this time the act was different. The arousal was as real for me as I'm sure it was for Trisa. The breathlessness of her request gave away the feminine dampness that she had been feeling for the last 3 dances.
My breathing was irregular, in starts and stops as I looked into her green eyes. I love those eyes. Her eyes were bright and inquisitive as they revealed her desires but at the same time questioned me for approval or at least acquiescence. Reading her eyes I could see the depths of her desires, these were feelings that lovers cannot ignore or push aside.
Her desires had become my desires, yet this was not a time to give in to desire or fantasy carelessly.
"Are you sure I asked"
My mouth was close to her ear and I could smell the perfume on her neck in conflict with the faint smell of sweat generated by dancing to 110 beats a minute. Her eyes never faded as she leaned to kiss me and said yes.
Right at that moment my desire for her was overwhelming, to have her at home in our bed, her bare feet wrapped around my waist and my manhood deep, right at that moment would have been heavenly, but it was not to be, not right now anyway.
"Yes I'm sure......can I now? Can I please take off my panties... she asked me with doe eyes."
"Jeff I have to do this, we need to do this" She reassured me.
"It will be just like we planned she whispered in my ear... it will be for us, for both of us baby..." Trisa was practically breathless.
So as she shifted in her heels, high and gleaming in their newness, she awaited my reaction. Trisa sensed my realization of the necessity from the quiver of my lips and the shifting stance as I offered up my reply.
Steadying my resolve I placed my hand in the small of her back and steered her toward the darken alcove. Dark and yet so public, this didn't seem to be the place I had imagined, but then dreams are usually not accurate forbears of reality. In reality my wife was about to perform a dance that we had dreamed of. She was going go to take off her panties, those panties, "our panties" and return to the dance floor.
Her preparations had begun in late afternoon; she seemed to savor the private time and the simple joy of making herself beautiful. Her shower evolved into a bath and that lingered as she ran her hand down her belly to the top of her soft curls and then back up to her pretty B cup breasts, perfect for her small frame, womanly and heavy for their size, they radiated sexually. Trisas toyed with her hard nipples and sighed as she dreamed of nibbles on the pink points. Trisa was never able to play coy as her nipples always got hard at the first sign of arousal; something no warm blooded male could fail to notice. She disliked pain but Mark knew a few nibbles or tweaks at the peak of passion greatly increased her satisfaction.
Trisas continued her long bath and the slow work with the razor, carefully stroking until she was a bare for the first time in along time. She could not resist cupping her hand over the smooth mound and feeling the warmth from within. She smiled as felt the smoothness and wondered what Marc would think. This wasn't the first time she had taken the time to reveal her womanhood, but the last time she worn virginal white.
"I hope you like, special occasions require special preparations" she whispered later...
My preparations were quick and efficient, shower; shave and casual elegance were the requirements of the day. With lots of time to wait while she bathed I tried to watch the evening news and relax in our bedroom. But the soft splashes and movements from the bathroom made concentration impossible.
My watch ticked as daylight faded over New Orleans. The sun now fully in retreat was casting long shadows over our bed. This bedroom was our first, bought with hard earned college job money. Now after nearly 5 years it was a our place for love and cuddling and fantasy. From this bed, tonight's journey was born during moments of high passion, slow cuddling and passionate embraces. It was whispered about and dreamed of in the moments that only lovers know. Now as the first step approached by heart thumped and my stomach reacted to excitement that seemed both real and at the same time larger than life.
Trisa exited the powder room was nervously. The door opened and she came in to my view flushed from the heat of the water and possibly lingering arousal. My heart skipped as she came closer for a peck on the lips the loosely draped robe revealed her blushed breasts and pink nubs which had hardened in expectation of the evenings promise. Her breasts are perfectly formed peaks, firm and hard, never having been swollen from the loving duty of motherhood. She caught me looking and teasingly covers herself with the robe, now, now she said, that's not the plan is it. I smiled and nodded in agreement but didn't look away.
Inwardly Trisa felt the warmth of love and togetherness. He still wants me she thought to herself, and she was comforted by the thought.
The dress was elegant in the mold of woman with tucks and seams to enhance her figure. Like the fabric of a strong marriage the dress held her together and enhanced her natural strengths, it made her feel long and sleek. A far cry from the tattoos and piercing of her generation, this dress made her petite figure womanly and desirable.
The panties weren't that important, but she chose them with care and a mischievous smile. They were not her normal thong, which reveals her perfect butt no matter what the outfit. These were panties with a full seat and a nice lacy front panel, they were sexy but not what he had expected for this evening. He caught her smile and felt a slight panic. Trisa knew her selection had caught his eye. Over the last few years she had noticed that this pair has a mind of their own. She always folded them neatly with feminine care and placed them in her drawer carefully. But this pair had a curious habit of refolding themselves with a male signature. The butt area of these panties was made of a smooth shiny satin material which was silky and smooth to the touch. She had noticed the refolding usually happened during her monthly cycle or during her overnight visits to her mother's. Trisa considered it flattering that he wanted to be near her during his personal moments.
I knew instantly when she picked that pair of white panties and smiled. My secret was revealed and my embarrassment was natural. She had picked this pair to tweak my emotions and to heighten my desire for her. So as they slid up her calves and past her thighs my breathing stopped. Then they cupped her new bareness and she turned and smiled 'sexy enough' she asked? My heart thumped as I nodded yes and tried to look confident.
"I'll give them back to you later" she whispered in my ear...
Soon the dress slid over her shoulders and past her bare crystal hard nipples and settled on her wonderful hips. The panties, our panties, were sealed between her warm flesh and the form fitting dress. My breathing quickened as she bent over to pick up her new high heels stretching the dress tightly around her lovely bottom. I throbbed as I dreamed of her always tight womanhood hidden away between her shapely thighs. I longed to bend her over and take her then and there but I knew that was not to be, not now anyway.
How do I look she asked from behind perfectly made up eyes... lovely. I said good, enough to eat...now, now, be a good boy she laughed.
