Gets Ready

Bianca's eyes scanned the rows of clothes in her closet, her mind racing with the promise she had made to Tyrese. She had to wear something hot, something that would make him want her even more. Her fingers trailed over the fabrics, feeling the smoothness of the silk, the roughness of the cotton. She pushed aside the mundane outfits, the ones she wore to class or to meet her boyfriend. Tonight, she needed something different.

Her hand closed around a dress, a red one that she had bought on a whim but never worn. It was too revealing, too provocative. But tonight, it was perfect. She pulled it out of the closet, holding it up against her body.

Bianca's eyes widened as she held the dress up against her body, the bright red color making her skin look even paler. She gazed at her reflection, her mind racing with the implications of wearing such a revealing outfit. The dress was shorter than she remembered, the hem barely grazing her mid-thigh. She felt a flutter in her chest as she imagined Tyrese's reaction, his eyes roaming over her exposed skin. For a moment, she hesitated, wondering if she was really ready to take this step. But as she looked at herself, she felt a surge of confidence. This was the hottest thing she owned, and she was determined to wear it.

As she gazed at her reflection, Bianca's mind began to wander to the night ahead. She carefully hung the dress on the back of the door, making a mental note to put it on last. First she needed to put on her makeup.

Bianca walked over to her vanity, she sat down in front of the mirror. She picked up her makeup brush and started to apply foundation, blending it in perfectly with her skin tone. She then moved on to the eyeshadow, selecting a dark shade of brown to bring out the green in her eyes. She carefully applied the eyeshadow, blending it in with the brush, her hands steady and precise. She finished off with a touch of mascara and a swipe of lipstick, a bold red that matched the dress hanging on the back of the door.

She stood up and looked at her reflection, taking in the full effect.

As her fingers made contact with the dress, Bianca felt a spark of electricity run through her body. She gently lifted the dress off the hook and held it up against her body, the bright red color seeming to glow in the dim light of her bedroom. She smoothed out the wrinkles, her hands tracing the curves of the fabric as it hugged her body. The dress felt alive in her hands, as if it was waiting for her to slip it on and transform into the seductive woman she was trying to become.

Bianca's eyes drifted to the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She took a deep breath, the sound of her own heartbeat filling her ears.

Bianca took a deep breath and let it out slowly, her eyes never leaving her reflection. She had spent the last few hours getting ready for this moment, and now that it was finally here, she couldn't help but feel a sense of nervous excitement. She reached for the dress, her fingers trembling slightly as she slipped it on. The fabric felt smooth and cool against her skin, the bright red color making her feel bold and confident. She turned to the side, admiring the way the dress hugged her curves, accentuating her figure.

Bianca took a deep breath and let it out slowly, her eyes never leaving her reflection. She had spent the last few hours getting ready for this moment, and now that it was finally here, she couldn't help but feel a sense of nervous excitement. She reached for the dress, her fingers trembling slightly as she slipped it on. The fabric felt smooth and cool against her skin, the bright red color making her feel bold and confident. She turned to the side, admiring the way the dress hugged her curves, accentuating her figure.

As Bianca's eyes lingered on her reflection, she felt a sudden urge to shed the last remnants of her inhibitions. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, the straps sliding down her arms like silk. Reaching into her dress to pull it off one strap at a time. Tossing it to the side on her laundry pile. Bianca's breasts felt a rush of freedom as they swayed gently in the cool air. She gazed at her reflection, her nipples puckering slightly as the air caressed them showing against the red fabric of her dress.

Next, Bianca's hands drifted to her hips, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties. She slid them down her legs, the fabric gliding smoothly over her skin.

As Bianca's fingers finished smoothing out her locks, her eyes remained fixed on her reflection, a sense of satisfaction washing over her. She felt like a different person, one who was confident and alluring. The sound of her own heartbeat was still the only sound she could hear, until suddenly, it was interrupted by a knock on the door. The knock was soft, almost hesitant, but it made Bianca's heart skip a beat. She felt a flutter in her chest as she realized that Tyrese had arrived.

Bianca's eyes darted to the clock on her nightstand, her mind racing with the thought that she wasn't expecting him to arrive so soon.