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Fragrant? That reminded her that she needed to put on the posh perfume that she had got for Christmas. She had barely used it as there never seemed to be an occasion that merited it. Well here, surely, was the opportunity she had been waiting for.
Kate decided to pick out her clothes first, before the shower, as she wanted to make sure she didn’t leave the selection too late and find out that she hadn’t got a thing to wear. Underwear first. The bra was an easy choice; she had a fantastic underwired one that gave her a cleavage that any man would happily get lost in for hours. In fact, she had once accidentally dropped a peanut down there at the Christmas party at the pub, and there were no shortage of volunteers to help out with the rescue mission.
The knicker selection was a trickier decision though. The obvious choice was a G-string, of which she had a couple. But that wasn’t going to be the most comfortable option and Kate was absolutely sure that tonight was not going to lead anyway where her choice of lingerie would be an issue. Liz called her old-fashioned, but she was very firmly not a believer in sleeping with a first date, or a second date for that matter. So that meant she could choose a more comfortable undergarment, what Liz had memorably once called her “bloody granny knickers”. That was a bit unfair as it wasn’t as though they were saggy and baggy. They had a satin finish to them, rather than cotton, although she did have to admit that the cut was a bit on the “mature” side. Well, she wasn’t a teenager anymore!
The next question was stockings or bare legs? It looked like it was going to be a cooler evening, so bare legs would be a risky choice. Besides, here was a great opportunity to wear those seamed stockings with suspenders that Liz had bought her for a bit of fun. They would make her feel sexy, even though Colin wouldn’t be getting the full benefit of them. Of course, that choice meant that a skirt was logical rather than trousers. She opted for the new pencil skirt that she had only bought last week; she hadn’t even got around to taking the price off yet. That left the top. She dithered over that for a good five minutes for realizing that she was running out of time. In the end, she selected a white top which fastened at the cleavage – it was one of those tops that you had to keep an eye on to avoid an unexpected exposing but it really did make the most of her assets. Kate stood back and looked at the clothes laid out on her bed. She was going for a sexy, confident, yet relatively classy look. Had she achieved it? Well, it was going to have to do because there was no time for anything else.
She hopped in the shower and frantically massaged the shampoo into her hair. There was no time for conditioner. She rinsed out the suds as best she could while soaping herself down at the same time. Good enough. Out of the shower and in front of the mirror. Get dressed first or do her hair? Hair first, she decided – she could put it in rollers for at least a few minutes to give a bit of shape and body to her long, brown hair, otherwise it could end up looking like a frizz-bomb. She used the hair dryer to dry her hair and her body at the same time, the heat of the air on her nipples making her wince every now and again. This was not exactly a model for how preparation for a first date should occur, she thought to herself. Perhaps she should not have been so quick to agree to the switch of days. Well, it was too late to do anything about that now.
Her hair dealt with for the time being, she moved on to put her underwear on. The silky underwear felt nice against her skin. The bra did its usual heavy lifting in pushing her boobs together and up – not the most comfortable feeling, but the result was worth it even though unlike her mother (who joked that her bra size was now “38 Long”) the negative effects
Kate decided to pick out her clothes first, before the shower, as she wanted to make sure she didn’t leave the selection too late and find out that she hadn’t got a thing to wear. Underwear first. The bra was an easy choice; she had a fantastic underwired one that gave her a cleavage that any man would happily get lost in for hours. In fact, she had once accidentally dropped a peanut down there at the Christmas party at the pub, and there were no shortage of volunteers to help out with the rescue mission.
The knicker selection was a trickier decision though. The obvious choice was a G-string, of which she had a couple. But that wasn’t going to be the most comfortable option and Kate was absolutely sure that tonight was not going to lead anyway where her choice of lingerie would be an issue. Liz called her old-fashioned, but she was very firmly not a believer in sleeping with a first date, or a second date for that matter. So that meant she could choose a more comfortable undergarment, what Liz had memorably once called her “bloody granny knickers”. That was a bit unfair as it wasn’t as though they were saggy and baggy. They had a satin finish to them, rather than cotton, although she did have to admit that the cut was a bit on the “mature” side. Well, she wasn’t a teenager anymore!
The next question was stockings or bare legs? It looked like it was going to be a cooler evening, so bare legs would be a risky choice. Besides, here was a great opportunity to wear those seamed stockings with suspenders that Liz had bought her for a bit of fun. They would make her feel sexy, even though Colin wouldn’t be getting the full benefit of them. Of course, that choice meant that a skirt was logical rather than trousers. She opted for the new pencil skirt that she had only bought last week; she hadn’t even got around to taking the price off yet. That left the top. She dithered over that for a good five minutes for realizing that she was running out of time. In the end, she selected a white top which fastened at the cleavage – it was one of those tops that you had to keep an eye on to avoid an unexpected exposing but it really did make the most of her assets. Kate stood back and looked at the clothes laid out on her bed. She was going for a sexy, confident, yet relatively classy look. Had she achieved it? Well, it was going to have to do because there was no time for anything else.
She hopped in the shower and frantically massaged the shampoo into her hair. There was no time for conditioner. She rinsed out the suds as best she could while soaping herself down at the same time. Good enough. Out of the shower and in front of the mirror. Get dressed first or do her hair? Hair first, she decided – she could put it in rollers for at least a few minutes to give a bit of shape and body to her long, brown hair, otherwise it could end up looking like a frizz-bomb. She used the hair dryer to dry her hair and her body at the same time, the heat of the air on her nipples making her wince every now and again. This was not exactly a model for how preparation for a first date should occur, she thought to herself. Perhaps she should not have been so quick to agree to the switch of days. Well, it was too late to do anything about that now.
Her hair dealt with for the time being, she moved on to put her underwear on. The silky underwear felt nice against her skin. The bra did its usual heavy lifting in pushing her boobs together and up – not the most comfortable feeling, but the result was worth it even though unlike her mother (who joked that her bra size was now “38 Long”) the negative effects
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