Getting ready

The three women decided they were going to get ready separately and turfed the boys out so they could have the master bedroom for themselves. Helen found herself trapped with the two other women. They were both very attractive in their ways and she couldn’t help but feel shy about her own appearance. She couldn’t help but peek at their bodies as they moved about in various states of undress.

Maisy was cute and perky with small, pretty breasts with small pale nipples each of which had a bolt through them with bright green balls that held them on that matched her hair. Sophia asked to have a look and watching the tall, olive-skinned goddess, her ripe b-cup breasts bare, touching Maisy’s nipples as Maisy proudly showed them off, Sofia asking if they were pleasurable, had a strange effect on Helen. She felt fidgety and a little warm and her wn nipples hardened a little as she wondered both, what it would be like to have metal through that sensitive skin and what it would be like to have such a beautiful woman touch her there.

Helen disappeared into the ensuite to change, her heart beating quite hard and her face flushed. She hadn’t yet looked at what Mike had got for her and she was filled with a mixture of dread and excitement as she unwrapped the first, smaller package. Inside was a bra and two pairs of panties with a little note. The note said “The lady in the shop said that the skimpier pair would be better for the dress but I didn’t want to frighten you so I bought you a more modest pair so you could choose. Mike xxx.” She examined the bra and while black wouldn’t normally be her choice she had to admit that her husband had made a good choice. The cups were full and covering and the size seemed right. The bra was actually quite pretty and was clearly designed to be seen by someone. That thought made her blush again but just because it was supposed to be seen didn’t mean it had to be.

She almost squeaked when she saw the first pair of panties. They were almost none existent. There was a band of satin around the waistband with a matching pattern to the bra on the triangle at the front but the back disappeared into little more than a string. Her buttocks would be left completely bare. Wide-eyed and flustered she pulled out the other pair. They were also black and lacy but were much closer to the size she would normally wear. Her heart melted that her husband, who was obviously wanting to get her into racier underwear, would be so considerate. This was the pair she chose to put on.

She felt a little more confident in her husband’s choices now she pulled out the dress. It was a black satin cocktail dress. She bit the bullet and put it straight on before she judged it. The fabric felt wonderful against her skin and she shivered a little in excitement. She looked at herself in the mirror and tried not to judge it by her usual standards. The front dipped down and showed the briefest hint of the swell of her breasts. She covered it with her hand but put it down again and took a breath. She would never have choised it but she wasn’t so sheltered to not know that by the standards of this style of dress, it was very tasteful. The skirt went almost to her ankle but a split came up to her knee. Again, she resisted her urge to dismiss it. She wasn’t beyond wearing something that showed her calves in hot weather and this was no different.

The one thing that almost made her take it off was how it clung to her figure. She could see that her silhouette was quite alluring and noticing its appeal was almost too much for her. Maybe it was the **** or maybe it was something else that made her open the bathroom door and seek the opinion of the other women.

She stepped out and before they noticed her she noticed them. Maisy was still doing her makeup with her cute little breasts still on full display. Sofia was now dressed but the thin, shimmering material clung to every part of her as it cascaded down her body. She could tell that Sofia was braless as the fabric clung to her nipples and her long legs were on full display and looked like they went on forever in the incredibly high heeled sandals she was wearing. Helen swallowed hard before coughing slightly to get their attention.

Both of the women gushed at the sight of Helen. They were both aware of how prudish and sheltered she was and both knew that this tasteful but attractive dress was a big deal for her. Helen blushed as they fussed around her and pored compliments on her. She didn’t believe she looked as beautiful as they said but she liked them nonetheless.

“There is one problem” announced Maisy, standing behind Helen. “I hate to say this but do you have any other panties.”

“Oh dear,” said Helen. Mike bought me them. He’ll be disappointed but my underwear drawer is over there.” She was a little relieved but it would be a shame to disappoint Mike.

Maisy went over to the indicated drawer and started looking. “Helen? Do you only have one kind of underwear? It’s just a sea of white granny pants in here.”

Helen had assumed that that was what she had been getting at and was a bit embarrassed by Maisy’s reaction. “Oh, well, there was another pair that came with the dress but…”

Before she could finish Sofia had gone into the bathroom and retrieved the thong. “Maisy, this is perfect,” she said in her soft, slightly accented voice, holding up the tiny garment.

“That’s it. Kudos to Mike for knowing what to get,” said Maisy. “You really need to put these on babe. The others make an outline on the dress and there’s nothing in granny pant land that’s going to help.”

Helen’s pale skin had turned beetroot red. “I’m, I, I don’t…” floundered Helen.

“You could always go without panties at all,” said Maisy with a wicked grin.

“Maisy,” Sofia chastised. “That is not going to help.” she turned to Helen and put her hands on her shoulders. “Darling, I know what you are thinking but these are not shocking things to have in a modern woman’s wardrobe. I almost exclusively wear them.”

Helen looked into the big brown eyes of this incredible, confident woman and saw genuine kindness there. “Y, you do?”

Sofia smiled gently, “Most of mine are even smaller. What about you Maisy?”

“Yea, same,” laughed Maisy. “Not the smaller part but most of mine has a thonged back. The only reason I’m not wearing one tonight is that my skirt flips up a bit at the back. Not that it would normally stop me but I didn’t want to embarrass you if I accidentally showed off my butt.”

Helen could feel both of the women looking at her expectantly. Sofia held out the panties and without saying a word she took them from her and disappeared into the bathroom.

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