Dress
By Gray Lily | April 14, 2008
I wore a dress when I went to visit Chris at work this weekend.
It wasn’t a special occasion and I had no particular reason for wearing a dress, I just felt like it. This is unusual for me because I have rarely (except for dates) been known to wear a skirt on weekends and this may actually be the first time I’ve ever worn a dress. It was black, stretchy and clingy, with a collar and a v-neck. I wore a white long sleeve tee-shirt underneath and my tall, comfy black boots down below. The tee-shirt was in deference to the chill in the air and the boots were because I had absolutely no interest in shaving my legs.
The dress was five dollars at my local Goodwill and fits like it was made for me. It touches all of the right places and skims over the places I don’t like as much. It is cut low enough to be interesting but not so low that I feel like I’m revealing too much to the world. My hair has been eminently cooperative as of late and that morning it looked fabulous. Long, curly but not unruly, and the perfect fullness to frame my face beautifully. Combined with just the right amount of make-up, the dress and the hair helped me feel like a million dollars.
Chris was instantly suspicious when I showed up at his office.
“Where are you going all dressed up?” he asked.
“No where. I just felt like wearing a dress,” I replied.
“You look fantastic,” Rachel gushed (she was there doing some tax-related stuff for Chris, a welcome surprise for me). “I love the whole look. Very Emma Peel.”
“Thanks. Who?” I asked. I almost told them that I hadn’t done laundry and therefore didn’t have any cute pants to wear but I decided that it didn’t really matter.
“Emma Peel. The Avengers? It was a tv show before you and I were probably both born,” Rachel said.
“I think I’ve heard of her,” I mused.
“Hold on. I remember watching it,” Chris said indignantly. He is twelve years older than me and often reminds me of this fact when we discuss pop culture and television.
“Exactly. And I bet you were a little kid,” Rachel poked at him metaphorically.
“Well, probably. It was the late sixties, early seventies,” he admitted.
We all gathered around his computer as he googled the lovely and vivacious Miss Peel and I saw the resemblance to my outfit. If I was being compared to her, I wasn’t going to complain. Being retro mod, or whatever it might be described as, was good enough for me.
The best part of the outfit came a few minutes later when Chris stood behind me, hands ostensibly in his pockets or at his side as far as anyone else in the room could tell, and wrapped his hand around my ass. The knit of the dress draped perfectly around my curves and the pressure of his hand slid comfortably with the fabric. He squeezed his fingers in under the softness of my ass and kept it there for a few long seconds. I purred to him under my breath. Because I do not belong to him anymore, Chris has been very careful about how he handles me and much less spontaneous with his physical affection and this was a welcome surprise.
Because I am starting to regain some of my sexual cravings and continue to find Chris passionately handsome, being touched by him out of pure desire has once again become a good thing. I feel a familiar melting, hot, clenching in my stomach and corresponding quiver in my cunt when he touches me unexpectedly.
After a while Rachel left and Chris was off doing something in another room. I sat down on a counter-height stool in his office with my legs slightly parted. I knew he would be back within a minute so I convinced myself not to chicken out and close my legs as a proper girl should. I wanted to send him a cheeky, sexy, suggestive message and see what he would do.
“What are you doing?” he asked in that tone of voice that means he knows exactly what I am doing.
“Nothing. Just sitting,” I said sweetly.
“Huh. Just sitting…” By this time he was standing close enough to bend over and try to look up my skirt. I obliged him by spreading my legs a little wider, remembering the brown panties I’d chosen that morning. It seemed like he wouldn’t be able to see much of anything because of a lack of light, but I wasn’t sure. He walked closer and reached between my thighs.
“What do you think of that?” he asked as his fingers pinched ever so gently on my inner thigh.
I closed my eyes and smiled at him. I didn’t say anything, just purred some more. His hand moved up a little further. His fingertips brushed over my panties and I caught my breath between my teeth. Then he was done.
“Get out of my chair,” he barked. I hopped down immediately, putting my hand on a nearby bookcase to steady my descent.
“Of course.”
“I’m sorry. May I please have my chair back?” he said playfully. “I forgot that I have to be polite now.”
I’m just glad that Chris feels comfortable enough with me again to take those little risks and create spontaneous electricity, even though he often feels a little hesitant and I am a somewhat more fragile being. Every little surge in my sense of self and beauty and sensuality adds another layer of calm and balance to my life and every spark that flashes between Chris and me helps me feel more stable and joyous.
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April 15th, 2008 at 12:21 am
Gray Lily, I remember Emma Peel, she was the cats pyjamas, very hot indeed, I’ll bet that she featured in many a young man’s dreams.
I am delighted to read this post, so upbeat, hopefully your outlook is improving.
I’ll bet Chris is happy too, he really cares for you.
Love and warm hugs,
Paul.
April 15th, 2008 at 8:32 am
I, too remeber Emma Peel. What I would have given for a night with her. Find the Avengers in your local blockbuster or on dvd. You will enjoy. It sounds as if you are getting back to your old self, but don’t rush things and expect setbacks. Good luck.
April 15th, 2008 at 5:32 pm
Good grief, GL. Way to make a person feel old! Hard to believe that 30-somethings (not to mention 40 somethings) have never heard of, much less seen, a character who was a heroine of mine when I watched the show in, yes, the 60s.
It’s good that not everything got lost in recent upheavals.
April 16th, 2008 at 4:15 am
if you get the avengers, PLEASE make sure you get the orginal english tv series from the 60’s (a proper treat) NOT the DIRE film from a few years back with (i think) Ralph finnes, Uma Thurgman and Sean Connery as a bad guy in a kilt.
April 16th, 2008 at 4:44 pm
I cannot view your protected blogs, but I am glad you still have some for us to read. I am also glad you’re healing one day at a time.
hugs,
rose
April 16th, 2008 at 8:33 pm
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April 18th, 2008 at 5:41 am
it’s almost as though you’re beginning anew with chris, and we get to see your relationship unfold all over again. lovely post.
April 19th, 2008 at 4:28 pm
GL,
Wonderful absolutely wonderful!! I am so happy it sounds as though you were truly happy that day. I hope you find many more of those days in your future and before you know it they will out number the “other” days again!