Like an erotic dream

You check yourself out in the mirror, turning and walking and bending over to see how much pussy you're displaying. To your relief it's more teasing glimpses than brazen display, and you find yourself enjoying the look of your bare labia peaking out of the frilly white panties on occasion.

You put on the garter belt, then sit and roll the stockings up your legs. They're seamed up the back of the leg, with a Cuban heel, giving a sexy old style look, that makes you smile at your reflection as you stand on your toes and look over your shoulder into the mirror giggling softly as you flex your rump.

The dress is designed to be worn without a bra, and the satin is blended with Spandex, giving it a bit of elasticity. You wriggle into it and discover that not only is it very short, but the cleavage is very deep. Your lush breasts are well on display, so much so that most of your areolas are visible. Any excessive movement is likely to have them popping out of the dress. Biting your lip, you examine yourself in the mirror, your nervous feelings struggling with erotic warmth as you observe the sexy image you see in the mirror.

"Come on, Lisa. You can't turn back now," you mutter to yourself, putting on the velvet choker and sitting down to put your hair up in a French Roll. Once that's done you put the little lace cap on your head and squeeze your feet into your highest black heels before examining the finished product in the mirror.

What looks back at you is a fetishist's dream. The dress clings to your body except for the flouncing skirt, the ripe flesh of your breasts all but falling out of it. Your legs are a vision of silk clad perfection, the black lace garter straps perfectly complementing your tanned skin. You twirl a bit to see how the skirt moves, and giggle as it shows off the frilly panties with the slightest movement. Looking at yourself you feel brazen and sexy and...

Wanton?

Yes, that's it.

Wanton.