Author's Note: Hello readers! This is likely my last installment in this series. As with all of my stories, I generally plan out an arc for the plot and journey of the character. For this series, this chapter wraps up the arc and I'm pretty satisfied with the story overall. Thank you for taking this journey with me and enjoy the final chapter!
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'It sucks, but I'm going to be busy the next few days. Actually...are you going to be free on Saturday?' I read George's text while still in my office on campus.
I was a bit crestfallen when I first read his text, but then I quickly tried to remember if I had anything going on this weekend. Come to think of it, I don't believe I had anything planned. The thought of having a Saturday night date with him made me a little giddy with excitement. Did he have something planned? Some sort of activity we could do together? My mind started to get carried away and I was soon imagining myself on a romantic picnic while wearing a very cute sundress.
I texted back, 'I think I can move some things around so I can be free. Do you have something in mind?'
'You probably know already, but Wheaton College does a fundraiser challenge for all incoming new students where you can raise money for a local charity, right?'
'Yes, it's a delightful program.'
'Well, they also throw a formal party for the students who raised the most amount of money, and I was one of the top fundraisers, so I'm invited and I get to bring a guest.'
'Omg, that's so wonderful! Your Mom must be so proud of you and is probably so excited to see you get an award.'
'That's just the thing, she is traveling for work that weekend and can't make it. I wanted you to come as my date.'
A huge smile appeared across my face and I excitedly tapped out a reply, 'I would be happy too!'
'Thanks babe! I'll send ya the details. Even though it's a formal party, I'm sure you can find a dress that will keep my eyes glued to you all night.'
I was surprised at just how much I loved it when he called me 'babe and I soon replied, 'Don't worry, I'll make sure you never go soft the whole night.'
I put my phone down on my office desk and I giggled at my own naughtiness. Different styles of dresses were already flashing through my mind and I tried to figure out which one might work. I really needed to go shopping. Since it wasn't for a few days yet, I tried to refocus my mind on reading my student's papers, but I couldn't concentrate on any of them. When I looked at the time, I figured it was late enough that I could probably head home. I needed a nice, long shower anyway after the steamy sex we just had in my office.
By the time I stepped out, the campus was mostly deserted. I quickly got into my car and drove home. After a lingering hot shower, I dried myself off and immediately went to my computer to look up dresses online. I scoured through dozens of pages on multiple sites trying to find the right style. However, nothing was catching my eye and I was getting frustrated. I guess I needed to shop in person.
Once I decided to put the dress issue off until I could physically go to a store, I found it a bit easier to focus on the rest of the week. My classes seemed to go by smoothly, and before long I realized it was Friday. I had to go to the mall today! I needed to find something tonight since the ceremony was tomorrow.
I went to my favorite department store at the mall, but after looking at the dresses there, I was surprised by how boring they all looked. After the youthful energy that George gave me, all of these dresses just made me feel old. Was this what he meant when he called my style of dress 'frumpy'? If so, I think I finally started to see why. I left the store and decided to walk around the mall and maybe check out some of the more boutique stores that catered to younger people.
Every one of these types of stores made my eyes bulge when I saw the current trending fashion. I couldn't believe how revealing the dresses were! Was this what young girls wore to parties and clubs? They were undeniably sexy, but there was no way I could wear something like that at such a formal event. Why couldn't I find a store that sold alluring, but still modest dresses? I had no idea it would be this hard.
I decided to check out one final store, and while I was initially skeptical, I was surprised to find more reasonable styles of dresses among the sexier ones. The fact that they had dresses that went to at least the mid-thigh was an encouraging sign. After browsing through some racks, I was elated when I found a few different dresses that might be perfect for the party. Once I picked out a few dresses, I realized I'd probably need new shoes and underwear too. I quickly found an extremely cute pair of 4" stilettos that would probably go perfect with any of the dresses before heading to the intimates section.
I easily picked out a few different lace bras, but I lingered looking at the different panties. I passed over what I normally wore and started to look at the thongs, but I kept looking at skimpier, and skimpier ones. Soon enough I was looking at g-string thongs and when I picked one up and my heart raced when I saw how little material there was. Not only that, but the bands were just thin strings! Could I really wear something like this? The more I looked at it, the hotter I felt. There was no harm in trying it on, right?
Gathering everything together, I headed to the dressing room. After I stripped off my clothes, I couldn't help but admire my naked body in the mirror. I never looked at my body and thought that I was particularly sexy, but George allowed me to see my body in a new light.
The years of playing tennis kept my legs toned and shapely. My butt was firm, round, and looked the same from even back in high school. My stomach was flat and didn't seem to have an ounce of fat on it. Unlike a lot of older women, my DD-cup boobs barely sagged and sat high on my chest. I guess it wasn't surprising at all that a young man like him lusted after me. Hopefully, this new dress would make him crazy with desire.
I grabbed the lace thong, stepped into it, and slowly pulled it up my smooth legs. Once I pulled it up to my waist, I was amazed at how naked I still felt. I looked at myself in the mirror and my eyes widened in shock. The thin, front material barely covered my bald pussy!
I slowly turned around and I was even more stunned. The back of the thong was little more than a narrow string that was buried deep between my ass cheeks and only the tiniest triangle of material was visible above my butt. My hands reached down and softly caressed the smooth skin of my bare ass and my body shuddered slightly. I couldn't get over how naughty it felt to wear something like this!
I reached over to grab the lace bra, and once I hooked it behind me, I couldn't stop staring at myself in the mirror. It was like I barely recognized the woman standing in front of me. I never wore anything like this before, and now I seriously regretted it. I hadn't felt this alive and electrified in what seemed like forever.
My excitement over the dresses was short-lived though. Once I started to try on the dresses I picked out, every one was a definite no. All of them were formal enough for the party, and some of them were cute, but I knew none of them would spark passion in George's eyes. I only had one last dress to try on and it was by far the most daring, so I hoped it would be the winner. I was so over shopping already and didn't want to visit yet another store.
Mentally crossing my fingers, I stepped into the last dress, pulled it up to my waist, and tied a pair of strings behind my neck to hold the top part of the dress up. I checked myself out in front of the mirror and a wide smile stretched across my face. Oh my god, yes, this was perfect. The dress was sleek, tight, and completely backless. My chest was mostly covered by the dress material, but it did have a narrow deep-V that went almost past my breasts. Because of the style, my breasts were completely hidden, but the dress was very form-fitting and my big DD-cup breasts were clearly outlined by the material.
The bottom part of the dress tightly clung to my hips before the dress material loosely flowed down as a skirt to my ankles. However, one side of the skirt had a slit that ran from my upper thigh, down to the bottom of the dress. I knew that if I walked or just stood a certain way, the vast majority of my leg would be bare and visible. I struck a pose with my leg slightly sticking out, and I felt my heart begin to pound in my chest and I felt a rush of blood flow through my body. Holy shit, I looked fucking hot.
I loved the dress, but I was torn about it being completely backless since it meant I wouldn't be able to wear the sexy lace bra I had on. I unsnapped it behind me and carefully removed it while keeping the dress on. I angled myself to look at my back and loved how smooth and radiant my skin looked. Could I really wear this without any sort of bra on? Just thinking about being at the event with only a thin layer of material between my breasts and George's body made me feel hot and flustered. Oh, to hell with it, why not? After all, I wore that top without a bra already.
Satisfied that I found the perfect outfit, I switched back into my normal clothes and went out to the young female cashier to buy them when she commented, "Looks like someone is trying to surprise their husband."
I blushed, and said, "Actually, it's...for a...umm...hot date."
"Oh really? Well, I'm sure his jaw is going to hit the floor when he sees you in this," she replied.
I giggle slightly and felt my face turn even more red when she finished, handed me the bag, and said insinuatingly, "Have fun!"
I said goodbye and I walked out of the store feeling the most confident I had ever felt. After leaving the store and driving home, I cut off the tags and hung the dress in my closet. I was so excited for tomorrow that I had a hard time falling asleep that night. When I woke up the next morning, the day seemed to drag on until it was finally time for me to get ready for the party.
