Post by Willie Barbary on Nov 1, 2008 14:21:59 GMT -5
Willie put the last touches on her hair from where she stood in the bathroom, grinning somewhat impishly. She normally didn't like dressing up much, as her debutante mother had shoved dresses and makeup down her throat all through growing up in an eager attempt to mold her daughter into a carbon-copy of her. Still, those long-ago dress-up sessions had their perks. As a result, tomboyish Willie Barbary knew how to dress to kill, when the situation called for it.
She was dressed in the cheongsam-style gown she'd bought yesterday. The bright red, satin-silk material edged in gold piping clung to her full curves like a second-skin, the high collar wrapping around her throat and fastened in place by delicate golden dragon frog-clips that cut diagonal across her chest--the edges separated just enough to reveal about and inch or two of her respectable cleavage. Other than the collar, the gown was completely backless, the material wrapping snugly around Willie's curvy hips and then falling to the floor in a silky tide. The material was slit on one side to her upper thigh, revealing the opaque black thigh-highs she had on, and the chunky high-heels currently strapped to her small feet. Her long nails had been painted to match, with tiny gold dragons curling across their surface. Her golden hair had been styled with gel to tame the normally somewhat-frizzy mass into more slick, slinky curls, and held back on one side with a small golden barrette. And finally, she'd done her makeup in dusky shades of coal, her lips a dark, blackish red gloss.
She straightened at last, sighing in satisfaction as she eyed the finished result. This ought to knock his socks off, she decided with a nod. Willie turned from the mirror then, and finally stepped out of the bathroom. Miller stood near the center of the bedroom, hands in his pockets, waiting patiently with his thoughts drifting.
She took a long moment to admire how utterly delicious the lithe, muscular male looked in a very nicely tailored, all black suit with a white silk tie, his thick hair somewhat tamed but not quite, still managing to fall around his head in a messy tangle that made her itch to dig her nails into it. Along with the stiff and immediate stab of lust, a warm and glowing feeling throbbed through her heart as well as she continued to stare.
They had spent close to two hours lounging in the jacuzzi tub last night, cuddling, with Miller helping the massaging jets work out what was left of her tension and anxiety with those magic hands of his. For once they hadn't been driven to fuck like unexhaustive bunnies, instead they'd just been content to be in each other's company. He'd just held her. Loved her. And if Willie hadn't been completely in love with him before last night, she was most certainly all the way fallen now.
Though, due to her abstinence last night, she was probably a whole lot more horny than usual as she eyed her very sexy boyfriend across the way. As a result, Willie cleared her throat somewhat softly, and then gave him one of her best, flirtatious grins when he turned his head, one hand catching onto the curve of her hip. His brown eyes went black in an instant.
"All ready, babe," she purred.
Miller didn't hesitate. Three long strides had him to her, scooping her up and then putting her against the wall at her back with one of his soft growls. Willie half-laughed, half moaned, especially when one of his hands slipped through the slit of her skirt and grabbed a healthy handful of her ass, squeezing hard before yanking her up against the problem now tenting the front of his dress slacks.
As Miller's hungry mouth met her equally feverish one, Willie gave a fleeting thought to their dinner reservations before her lust drowned it away again, to be completely forgotten.
She was dressed in the cheongsam-style gown she'd bought yesterday. The bright red, satin-silk material edged in gold piping clung to her full curves like a second-skin, the high collar wrapping around her throat and fastened in place by delicate golden dragon frog-clips that cut diagonal across her chest--the edges separated just enough to reveal about and inch or two of her respectable cleavage. Other than the collar, the gown was completely backless, the material wrapping snugly around Willie's curvy hips and then falling to the floor in a silky tide. The material was slit on one side to her upper thigh, revealing the opaque black thigh-highs she had on, and the chunky high-heels currently strapped to her small feet. Her long nails had been painted to match, with tiny gold dragons curling across their surface. Her golden hair had been styled with gel to tame the normally somewhat-frizzy mass into more slick, slinky curls, and held back on one side with a small golden barrette. And finally, she'd done her makeup in dusky shades of coal, her lips a dark, blackish red gloss.
She straightened at last, sighing in satisfaction as she eyed the finished result. This ought to knock his socks off, she decided with a nod. Willie turned from the mirror then, and finally stepped out of the bathroom. Miller stood near the center of the bedroom, hands in his pockets, waiting patiently with his thoughts drifting.
She took a long moment to admire how utterly delicious the lithe, muscular male looked in a very nicely tailored, all black suit with a white silk tie, his thick hair somewhat tamed but not quite, still managing to fall around his head in a messy tangle that made her itch to dig her nails into it. Along with the stiff and immediate stab of lust, a warm and glowing feeling throbbed through her heart as well as she continued to stare.
They had spent close to two hours lounging in the jacuzzi tub last night, cuddling, with Miller helping the massaging jets work out what was left of her tension and anxiety with those magic hands of his. For once they hadn't been driven to fuck like unexhaustive bunnies, instead they'd just been content to be in each other's company. He'd just held her. Loved her. And if Willie hadn't been completely in love with him before last night, she was most certainly all the way fallen now.
Though, due to her abstinence last night, she was probably a whole lot more horny than usual as she eyed her very sexy boyfriend across the way. As a result, Willie cleared her throat somewhat softly, and then gave him one of her best, flirtatious grins when he turned his head, one hand catching onto the curve of her hip. His brown eyes went black in an instant.
"All ready, babe," she purred.
Miller didn't hesitate. Three long strides had him to her, scooping her up and then putting her against the wall at her back with one of his soft growls. Willie half-laughed, half moaned, especially when one of his hands slipped through the slit of her skirt and grabbed a healthy handful of her ass, squeezing hard before yanking her up against the problem now tenting the front of his dress slacks.
As Miller's hungry mouth met her equally feverish one, Willie gave a fleeting thought to their dinner reservations before her lust drowned it away again, to be completely forgotten.