Thread: What Your Wife Doesn't Know(Caspian and NorthernSunset)

Gillian was meticulous. She washed her hair and conditioned it, then slowly took the razor to her legs, ensuring she got every spot. She did her arms and then washed herself once more with a softly scented soap. By the time she stood from the bath, her skin was soft and glowing. For just a moment, she turned on the shower head and let it run over her head, the cool water sealing her skin and the conditioner in her hair to make it shine brightly. Turning off the water, she pulled the plug and stepped from her magnificent bath. She wrapped a towel about her hair, and then slowly took another and dried herself from the tips of her toes to her ears. Hanging the one, and leaving the other in her hair, she made her way to her awaiting clothes on the bed. She started with her stockings. Slowly she unrolled the sheer silk like fabric up over her long legs, ending just two inches before her leg curved into her ass. She then stepped into a pair of black lace and red satin crotchless panties. She smoothed out black satin garters and hooked them carefully to the stockings and then the high hem of her panties. She looked at herself for a moment. God these had been the best investment shed ever made . The straps so versatile, that they could turn any pair of panties into a functioning garter belt, if one wanted. Gillian had seen them at a trade show several years back, and had bought 6 sets. As the first set had started to get ratty, she had replaced them with a fresh set to ensure she always looked sharp and fresh. She then turned and picked up the cute little bra. She shrugged it on, clipping the back together and then slipping her arms through the black satin straps. The red satin cups were like a tiny shelf, boosting and thrusting her cleavage forward. Making her breasts seem even more voluptuous. The black lace trim barely disguising her nipples as they puckered and pushed against the fabric. She pulled her dress over her clad form, it slipped neatly over her curves encasing them like a glove. She looked into the mirror, her creamy skin threatening to spill from her modest neck line, a deep crevasse of promised tissue visible to tease ones imagination. She slowly shook out her hair from the towel, tossing it to the floor before running her fingers through it, tussling the damp curls to fall angelically about her face. The last thing she needed was a small smattering of makeup, and then she was ready to meet Allan. Taking great care, she put on an understated yet perfectly stated bit of smoky green shadow. The grey mascara making her eyes pop into life. She softly dusted a hint of blush on her cheek bones pulling them to the lime light and finished with a softly tinted high gloss lip balm that made her lips drip with a pouty kissable sheen. Turning from side to side she double checked herself. Everything was in order, accept a little bit of diamond dust on the crown of her cleavage leading up her neck to catch the light. Allan hated glitter, it got everywhere on him. But the fine powered Gillian used was not glitter, it was more a luminescence. Something that when she entered the room with the right lighting, everyone stopped to stare as she was unbelievably remarkable. Gillan slipped into her heels, and grabbed her wrap with her hand held night purse, containing her cell, her keys and cash. She made her way to the front of the building, smiling demurely at Rick, the doorman as he greeted her from the elevator. He called her a cab to take her to the Crown and as she waited she chatted with him. Rick was an older gent, a background in security from somewhere, but he always had a smile for Gillian and loved to chat idly while they passed the time, and there might have been a hint of an on going flirt there, as he called her my dear. But he was intensely possessive of his people, as he called them. And more than once, Gillian had seem him jump into action when someone needed to be forcibly removed from the building. She settled into the cab, Rick closing the door after her, as she was charrioted away to meet Allan.