Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
As I lifted the bra out of the box, a small card fluttered to the floor. I picked it up, my heart pounding as I read the handwritten note:
Put the panties on outside the suspenders.
A wave of heat flooded through me at the commanding tone. There was no signature, as if Stuart meant me to understand that I could have no other master. The idea that he had chosen this lingerie for me, had thought about how he wanted me to wear it, sent a jolt of arousal straight to my pussy.
My hands shook slightly as I began to undress. I couldn’t help but imagine Stuart’s eyes on me as I slipped on each piece. The bra cupped my breasts perfectly, the lace just sheer enough to hint at what lay beneath. The garter belt cinched my waist, emphasizing the curve of my hips.
I rolled the stockings up my legs, savoring the sensation of the silky nylon against my skin. As I attached them to the garter belt, I felt a thrill of anticipation. Finally, I stepped into the panties, sliding them up and over the straps of the garter belt as instructed, thinking despite myself about what it meant—and what it would allow.
Standing in front of my full-length mirror, I bit my lip at what I saw. The white lingerie stood out against my skin, making me look both innocent and incredibly seductive. The panties worn over the garter straps emphasized the length of my legs and drew attention to the most intimate part of me, where the mesh lace made very clear that I had bared myself to please the man who had given me this innocent-yet-naughty underwear.
I turned, examining myself from every angle. My bottom looked pert and inviting in the lacy panties. I couldn’t help but imagine Stuart’s hands on me, caressing the silky fabric, perhaps slipping beneath it to touch my bare skin. Taking my underwear down, unimpeded by the suspenders. Spreading my hind cheeks to reveal every secret… to prepare me for his pleasure… to claim me completely.
A glance at the clock jolted me out of my reverie. The car would be arriving soon to take me to dinner. With trembling hands, I finished dressing, choosing a sleek blue dress that would hide the lingerie underneath while still hinting at its presence with the subtle contrast of the white stockings. As I smoothed the fabric over my hips, I could feel the delicate lace and the straps beneath. My heart raced, knowing that Stuart had chosen these intimate garments for me to wear, feeling suddenly that he had wrapped me like a gift—one he meant to present to himself, and meant to enjoy to the fullest.
At precisely seven p.m., my phone buzzed with a message that the car had arrived. I took one final look in the mirror, my cheeks flushed with anticipation. The woman staring back at me seemed confident and alluring, though inside I felt like a seething cauldron of nerves and excitement.
I made my way downstairs, nodding to Joe as I passed. His knowing smile made me blush again, wondering if he could somehow sense the secret layers I wore beneath my dress. Outside, a sleek black town car waited at the curb. The driver opened the door for me, and I slid into the plush leather seat.
We pulled up at a restaurant in one of the oldest, wealthiest neighborhoods of the city. My breath caught as I saw Stuart waiting for me on the sidewalk, looking devastatingly handsome in his impeccably tailored suit. He opened my door, offering his hand to help me out of the car.
“You look exquisite,” he murmured, his eyes trailing appreciatively over my form. I felt certain he could tell simply from the expression on my face, the slight flush in my cheeks, that I was wearing his gift. The thought made me shiver.
Stuart led me into the restaurant, his hand resting lightly on the small of my back. The contact brought a hard crease to my brow. The maître d’ greeted us warmly, clearly recognizing Stuart. We were escorted to a little table, one of only perhaps ten in the whole restaurant.
As we settled into our seats, I couldn’t help but notice how Stuart’s gaze lingered on me. There was heat in his eyes, a promise of things to come. I felt my body responding, a warmth building low in my belly.
“I hope you don’t mind,” Stuart said, “but I’ve taken the liberty of ordering for us both in advance. There are a couple of wines I’d like to share with you, and they pair particularly well with certain dishes on the menu.”
I nodded, secretly thrilled at his take-charge attitude. “That sounds wonderful,” I replied, my voice a bit breathier than I intended.
The sommelier appeared, presenting a bottle of champagne with a flourish. As he poured, I caught Stuart watching me intently. I started to take a nervous sip, but Stuart raised a warning finger. I swallowed hard as, to my mortification, that tiny gesture caused a clench between my thighs.