“Everything you can imagine is real”
Pablo Picasso
She imagined herself on holiday. Somewhere quiet where nobody knew them. She had thought of that when she bought the dress. I wasn’t fancy of course, that would be too obvious; it was enough to draw attention without being indecent, she felt. She had got the right response when she showed him, there in their bedroom, when she was feeling brave and frivolous and like the world could hang because she didn’t care what anyone thought. It was sheer, button-through and voluminous at the skirt while being more fitted at the top. It has potential, she had thought, as she danced around the bedroom the detachable under-slip discarded to reveal the full effect to him.
She could see his reaction again when she wore it at his parents’ house, slip intact this time. His eyes registered, and his memory triggered, and he was touching her all day, hands on her arse as she walked past and meandering up under the chiffon, stroking her inner thigh as they sat in the garden sipping wine. She loved the way that clothes did that, and thought about it as she undid each button later than night. He had pushed her suddenly backwards onto the small bed, desperate to get at her, fucking her hard despite his parents in the next room watching different movies on separate ipads. A good buy, she had thought to herself, and a great start to their trip.
A few days later, in the cooling heat of the french sun, her imagined possibility of the dress was finally realised. As they walked that evening he stopped and told her to remove the silk slip which skimmed the curves of her body under the dress. Part of her shrunk from the idea, the frivolous and carefree mood of the privacy of their bedroom replaced by a feeling of anxiety at the exposure that she was about to undergo. Reluctantly, and hesitantly, she undid the buttons enough that the slip could be removed. Laughing, he took her hand in his, commenting that he doubted anyone would even notice.
She knew better than to argue, and anyway, had already slipped into that place where she would not, where she was his. So hand in hand they walked past the windmill and through the vines as the evening breeze played with the chiffon material and caressed her body underneath. And those they passed did notice, of course, but said nothing, registering almost too late exactly what they had observed in this couple, so together, so in love, who walked towards and then past them with only a word of greeting and a smile. And she wondered at herself and her imaginings, which always felt thrilling when he made them come true. For everything you can imagine is real.
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Beautiful and super sexy ?
Thank you sweet 🙂
That top is so pretty!
Thank you. It is pretty see through and not my usual type of dress but it was nice and floaty and I like the options it presents 🙂
I have not read the story yet as running out of charge on computer but the photo is super hot Missy! x
Thanks May 🙂
One of my favourite quotes and I’m hoping some fond memories…absolutely stunning image, so sensual ?
Thank you very much kis – that is really kind 🙂
Oh this is glorious, both words and image and I love how you wove the quote into the story
mollyx
Thank you Molly. ?
This is a very sexy photo, Missy. The quote so apt.
Thank you ?
Love everything about this! ? The shirt is so pretty! ?
Thank you ?
Bit of cheeky nipple makes it feel a bit more naughty, very pretty ?
Nipple? Where? I am not meant to post any nipples! ?
Ooh ? erm did I say nipple. No, no nipples here. None at all.. *whistles quietly*
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Such a sexy photo . . . and sexy story !!!
Xxx – K
Aww thank you Modesty ?
What a dress!
And what a beautiful photo. So sensual…the black against your pale skin just makes both more striking. The sheerness of the fabric is lovely, and gives the whole photo a delicate quality.
Thank very much Brigit. It definitely has options and I like the way I am reminded of that when I wear it ?
Beautifully erotic words and image.
Thanks gem ?
The image is gorgeous, and I love the story that goes with it. And the quote… oh yes!
Rebel xox
Thanks Marie. I do love a good quote ?
Absolutely beautiful.
Thanks Bee ?
Beautiful! You know me – I am a clothes fetishist! I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE that dress! I presume that is really you, and if so, have you worn it out in public like that? I would dream of wearing something like that to dinner. I hope I can one day!
It is really me. Not sure I could actually do dinner in it without the part underneath though ?
Beautiful story and very beautiful picture!
Thank you DS ?
So well written and delightfully erotic! And the pic sets it all up…quite sexy. My inner exhibitionist is so triggered!
I don’t feel that I am an exhibitionist but I like being made to be the exhibit if that makes sense. Perhaps that is the same thing although it feels a little different to me. Perhaps a post is required ?
Stunning picture.
Thank you and thanks for commenting ?
I imagined walking through the Luxembourg Gardens in Paris. Hand in hand with my lover. She in a shear black chiffon dress with crisp pleated skirt. As she walks her naked cunt flashes those passing by.
Mmmmmm
Lovely images.
Oooo that does sound hot. ?
I love what can happen when a vacation takes you to a new world … where you can be sensual and sexy without care … as were you in this little tale … nj … xx
Thank you nj and I know what you mean about a holiday. Something very freeing ?
Beautiful. I can feel it.
Thank you ?
The image and the post go together SO well. Both are lovely!
Thank you Kayla ?