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of gravity had yet to really get seriously to work on her chest.
The stockings needed some care as she knew that one stray fingernail would put a huge ladder through them and she didn’t have another pair. The suspenders also proved problematic because they were quite fiddly to try and attach and this was the very first time that Kate had ever worn suspenders, so she was guessing a bit as to how they were supposed to work. As soon as she thought she had cracked it, she turned around to look at herself in the mirror. “Pretty hot stuff, even if I do say so myself,” she said out loud, more to try and bolster her self-confidence rather than it being out of genuine conviction.
Kate threw on the rest of her clothes, being as careful as she could be not to dislodge all the rollers from her hair as she put the top on. It was only then that she realized that, inexplicably, she had overlooked the most important element of any women’s wardrobe – her shoes. What sent her into a panic was that it dawned on her that she had never got around to taking her dressy shoes to the cobblers to get fixed. The heel of one had come lose, and was hanging on by a thread – she couldn’t risk going out with it like that and she didn’t have time to hunt through her dad’s toolbox in the garage for some superglue as a quick fix. She cursed her own laziness. There was some justification – there was no cobbler in town, so it required a special trip to Bridgemount, which was a round trip of about thirty minutes, depending on exactly when the bus decided to turn up in each direction. It wasn’t really such a long way, but the task never seemed urgent enough to get it done.
Well, there was nothing else for it. She was not going to borrow a pair of her mum’s shoes – she still had some self-respect left – so it was going to have to be the boots with the stiletto heels. It wasn’t the end of the world as they were a really nice pair. But they didn’t really match the suspenders – her sexy high heels would really have done them justice. There was no point in crying over spilt milk at this point. She just had to put it behind her and finish getting ready. As she thought of Colin, who would be arriving any minute, she envied men who could be ready in less than five minutes and still look fantastic. It really wasn’t fair.
Kate sat on the bed with a bump and started to unzip her boots. Why was it that boots looked so much sexier when the zip was down the back of the boots instead at one side? Perhaps because it made one think of the back of a dress which could be unzipped frantically by an eager and amorous suitor who just could not wait to get his hands on soft, bare flesh. The boots were tight around the top of the calf at first but Kate knew from experience that they would soon loosen once they warmed up. One of the best things about these boots was that they made her legs look long and slim, like a corset really. Kate had never been a big fan of her legs, partly because they were usually milk bottle white.
Realizing that she still had her rollers in, Kate jumped up and nearly stumbled right over because she had not gotten used to the heels yet. It was like she was drunk already. The rollers came out in a few seconds and Kate did her best to fluff her hair into something resembling a style. Actually, that didn’t look too bad, she thought to herself. Her hair was actually co-operating for once. People always told her she had a beautiful head of hair, and it really was – thick and lustrous, and lots of it. But when it was in the wrong mood, it was almost impossible to tame.
Kate heard the purr of a car engine approaching the house. She looked out of the window and saw it was Colin, bang on time. There were only a few seconds to address the tiny little details that make any women’s appearance truly complete. Bracelet? Yes. Necklace? Yes. Earrings? Of
The stockings needed some care as she knew that one stray fingernail would put a huge ladder through them and she didn’t have another pair. The suspenders also proved problematic because they were quite fiddly to try and attach and this was the very first time that Kate had ever worn suspenders, so she was guessing a bit as to how they were supposed to work. As soon as she thought she had cracked it, she turned around to look at herself in the mirror. “Pretty hot stuff, even if I do say so myself,” she said out loud, more to try and bolster her self-confidence rather than it being out of genuine conviction.
Kate threw on the rest of her clothes, being as careful as she could be not to dislodge all the rollers from her hair as she put the top on. It was only then that she realized that, inexplicably, she had overlooked the most important element of any women’s wardrobe – her shoes. What sent her into a panic was that it dawned on her that she had never got around to taking her dressy shoes to the cobblers to get fixed. The heel of one had come lose, and was hanging on by a thread – she couldn’t risk going out with it like that and she didn’t have time to hunt through her dad’s toolbox in the garage for some superglue as a quick fix. She cursed her own laziness. There was some justification – there was no cobbler in town, so it required a special trip to Bridgemount, which was a round trip of about thirty minutes, depending on exactly when the bus decided to turn up in each direction. It wasn’t really such a long way, but the task never seemed urgent enough to get it done.
Well, there was nothing else for it. She was not going to borrow a pair of her mum’s shoes – she still had some self-respect left – so it was going to have to be the boots with the stiletto heels. It wasn’t the end of the world as they were a really nice pair. But they didn’t really match the suspenders – her sexy high heels would really have done them justice. There was no point in crying over spilt milk at this point. She just had to put it behind her and finish getting ready. As she thought of Colin, who would be arriving any minute, she envied men who could be ready in less than five minutes and still look fantastic. It really wasn’t fair.
Kate sat on the bed with a bump and started to unzip her boots. Why was it that boots looked so much sexier when the zip was down the back of the boots instead at one side? Perhaps because it made one think of the back of a dress which could be unzipped frantically by an eager and amorous suitor who just could not wait to get his hands on soft, bare flesh. The boots were tight around the top of the calf at first but Kate knew from experience that they would soon loosen once they warmed up. One of the best things about these boots was that they made her legs look long and slim, like a corset really. Kate had never been a big fan of her legs, partly because they were usually milk bottle white.
Realizing that she still had her rollers in, Kate jumped up and nearly stumbled right over because she had not gotten used to the heels yet. It was like she was drunk already. The rollers came out in a few seconds and Kate did her best to fluff her hair into something resembling a style. Actually, that didn’t look too bad, she thought to herself. Her hair was actually co-operating for once. People always told her she had a beautiful head of hair, and it really was – thick and lustrous, and lots of it. But when it was in the wrong mood, it was almost impossible to tame.
Kate heard the purr of a car engine approaching the house. She looked out of the window and saw it was Colin, bang on time. There were only a few seconds to address the tiny little details that make any women’s appearance truly complete. Bracelet? Yes. Necklace? Yes. Earrings? Of
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