wondered what he had planned for the weekend. As she loaded the dishwasher, she heard him rummaging through the closet in the kinky bedroom.
She’d brought her role-playing outfits, in addition to her regular clothing, but hadn’t said anything to him about them. Slowly she walked to the room and caught him looking at a red sequined, strapless and very short dress.
“Like it?” she asked.
“What fantasy is this for?” he asked.
She giggled. “Actually none. A friend of mine from high school wanted a Vegas wedding. Full glitz and gaudy fun. I’ve never worn it since, but I can’t get rid of it.”
“Why not?” He held it up to her.
“I like it. Red is my favorite color, and if I’d gone to my senior prom, I’d have picked something close to this. Not as short, floor length and maybe a halter neck instead of strapless but red and full of bling.” She touched the dress. “I had to tape my boobs down into that thing, so they didn’t pop out. But it was a fun, trashy Vegas wedding. They’re still married.”
“Is that the sort of wedding you’d like?” he asked.
She froze for a second. Men talking about weddings? He really wasn’t like other men, and they were just talking about themes anyway. She shrugged it off. “I’m not sure about Vegas. Something simple, definitely.”
He held out the dress to her. “Put it on.”
“Now? Why?” she asked.
“Humor me.” He leaned down and kissed her.
She liked the direction it was going. Shrugging out of her work clothes and losing the bra, she shimmied into the dress. “Since I told you so much about me…why don’t you tell me something about family?”
“What do you want to know?” he asked.
“How many brothers and sisters do you have?” She turned so he could help.
“One brother and one sister.” He zipped her up, and she tugged the bodice up a bit, so it laid right.
“Are they in the military?” She twirled around the room.
“Very nice dress, and yes. My brother is in the military. My sister married a Marine, and she has a civilian job on a base.” He stared at her and shook his head.
She stopped. “What? Too slutty? I was only twenty-two.”
“Lose the panties,” he said.
“What are you playing at?” she asked.
“You like role-playing? So let’s pretend it’s your senior prom.” He folded his arms.
The shift was subtle, but she felt the change from boyfriend to dom. Arousal rippled throughout her body. “Here?”
“Pretend it’s the teacher’s lounge, and you’ve been called out of the dance for inappropriate clothing.”
“Teacher and student? You don’t think I did that?” she asked.
“No, that’s why it’s a fantasy. Enjoy being the sex object on your prom night and pleasing me. Unless that doesn’t work for you?” he asked.
She kicked her panties to the corner and walked up to him slowly. “It turns you on.” She fingered his erection through his slacks.
“And you?” he asked.
“If I had a teacher who looked like you do, I probably would’ve given in.” She teased his belt with her fingertips.
“That outfit really is inappropriate, Ms. Burgess.” He grabbed her wrist.
The play had begun, and she grinned. “Sorry. I couldn’t afford a longer one.”
“The top might be okay if you could keep everything in, but when you bend over.” He pushed her over at the waist. “I can see your ass. This is obscene.”
“Don’t look.” She spread her legs a bit so he could see more.
“Teenage boys can’t help but look. Especially when you show it off. You didn’t even bother with a thong?”
“The dress is too tight. Anything would show, even Spanx.” She rocked her hips as her pussy grew wet.
“Spanks? Is that a request?” He pushed the skirt up, so her ass was exposed and rubbed her cheeks.
“No, it’s an item of underwear. I can’t go back to the dance?” she asked in a shaky voice.
“Do you want to? Those boys couldn’t handle you right.” He gave her firm swat.
The
She’d brought her role-playing outfits, in addition to her regular clothing, but hadn’t said anything to him about them. Slowly she walked to the room and caught him looking at a red sequined, strapless and very short dress.
“Like it?” she asked.
“What fantasy is this for?” he asked.
She giggled. “Actually none. A friend of mine from high school wanted a Vegas wedding. Full glitz and gaudy fun. I’ve never worn it since, but I can’t get rid of it.”
“Why not?” He held it up to her.
“I like it. Red is my favorite color, and if I’d gone to my senior prom, I’d have picked something close to this. Not as short, floor length and maybe a halter neck instead of strapless but red and full of bling.” She touched the dress. “I had to tape my boobs down into that thing, so they didn’t pop out. But it was a fun, trashy Vegas wedding. They’re still married.”
“Is that the sort of wedding you’d like?” he asked.
She froze for a second. Men talking about weddings? He really wasn’t like other men, and they were just talking about themes anyway. She shrugged it off. “I’m not sure about Vegas. Something simple, definitely.”
He held out the dress to her. “Put it on.”
“Now? Why?” she asked.
“Humor me.” He leaned down and kissed her.
She liked the direction it was going. Shrugging out of her work clothes and losing the bra, she shimmied into the dress. “Since I told you so much about me…why don’t you tell me something about family?”
“What do you want to know?” he asked.
“How many brothers and sisters do you have?” She turned so he could help.
“One brother and one sister.” He zipped her up, and she tugged the bodice up a bit, so it laid right.
“Are they in the military?” She twirled around the room.
“Very nice dress, and yes. My brother is in the military. My sister married a Marine, and she has a civilian job on a base.” He stared at her and shook his head.
She stopped. “What? Too slutty? I was only twenty-two.”
“Lose the panties,” he said.
“What are you playing at?” she asked.
“You like role-playing? So let’s pretend it’s your senior prom.” He folded his arms.
The shift was subtle, but she felt the change from boyfriend to dom. Arousal rippled throughout her body. “Here?”
“Pretend it’s the teacher’s lounge, and you’ve been called out of the dance for inappropriate clothing.”
“Teacher and student? You don’t think I did that?” she asked.
“No, that’s why it’s a fantasy. Enjoy being the sex object on your prom night and pleasing me. Unless that doesn’t work for you?” he asked.
She kicked her panties to the corner and walked up to him slowly. “It turns you on.” She fingered his erection through his slacks.
“And you?” he asked.
“If I had a teacher who looked like you do, I probably would’ve given in.” She teased his belt with her fingertips.
“That outfit really is inappropriate, Ms. Burgess.” He grabbed her wrist.
The play had begun, and she grinned. “Sorry. I couldn’t afford a longer one.”
“The top might be okay if you could keep everything in, but when you bend over.” He pushed her over at the waist. “I can see your ass. This is obscene.”
“Don’t look.” She spread her legs a bit so he could see more.
“Teenage boys can’t help but look. Especially when you show it off. You didn’t even bother with a thong?”
“The dress is too tight. Anything would show, even Spanx.” She rocked her hips as her pussy grew wet.
“Spanks? Is that a request?” He pushed the skirt up, so her ass was exposed and rubbed her cheeks.
“No, it’s an item of underwear. I can’t go back to the dance?” she asked in a shaky voice.
“Do you want to? Those boys couldn’t handle you right.” He gave her firm swat.
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