The crimson and gold lingerie

You step into the shower on the border of exhaustion. You've had a lot of fun, but it has been a long and very demanding day. The warm water courses over you and relaxes your sore muscles. It cascades over your full breasts and down your flat tummy and across the bare lips of your vagina. You lather yourself up and as your sudsy hands explore your lower reaches your mind begins to wander to thoughts of the party tonight. You wonder what sorts of men and women you might meet. The idea of a swinger's party is a little intimidating to you, but your growing excitement overwhelms any anxiety you're feeling.

You suddenly realize that you're playing with yourself and you snap back to reality. You rinse off the soap suds clinging to your toned body and quickly shampoo and condition your hair. When you step out of the shower the bathroom is full of steam. You wrap yourself in a pink towel and use the corner to wide an area of the mirror clean.

"Tonight is going to be a night to remember," you tell your reflection. "The perfect ending to a nearly perfect day."

You bounce out of the bathroom with renewed vigor and unwrap the towel from your body. You dry off and head to your recent purchases from the lingerie store. You look at the pink mesh cami set you modeled for Veronica at the lingerie shop. It's nice, but the crimson and gold silk of the other set is calling out to you.

The open cup bra snuggles beneath your big breasts, providing a little lift (as if you really needed it!) without hiding much of anything from view. The red thong is trimmed with gold and has a generous front that clings to your waxed pussy, outlining your pouting lower lips in sensual silk. The back is a band of tight fabric that cinches between the supple cheeks of your ass. You examine yourself in your full length mirror and admire the luscious swell of your butt and the triangle of fabric just above your ass.

You save the stockings and garter for last, sheathing your long legs in a thigh-length weave of translucent scarlet silk. The fabric feels soft and exotic against your legs. The garters are accented in gold and very elegant in your opinion.

A pity that you have to hide it all away, at least temporarily, beneath a burgundy leather coat that extends to just below the garter. You cinch the belt tight around your waist to give the lower portion of the coat the appearance of a skirt. You complete the look with a matching pair of high-heeled go-go boots you used with Halloween costume a year earlier.

Your hair is blessedly easy. You part it into your usual lopsided bob and slick it down with some product. The right side reaches below your chin in an elegant blond curve while the left is much shorter and almost mannish. Your friend Julie always said it looks "mod", but you aren't exactly sure what that means so you usually just stick your tongue out at her.

The only thing left is your makeup. Teased lashes, dark mascara, a hint of red eyeshadow to match your lingerie, and a juicy red lipgloss that give your full lips a wet look that you find drives men and women wild. You're just finishing up with that when the doorbell rings.

You hurry downstairs with glee and throw open the door. Mrs. Cleft is looking fantastic, decked out in a slightly dated but alarmingly sexy blue dress that shows off indecent amounts of her ample cleavage. The fabric clings to her plump backside and shows off just the right amount of legs. She greets you with a long hug and the sweet scent of her perfume.

"You look absolutely beautiful, Joy," she gushes.

"Thanks! You look beautiful too! Very, very sexy, Sara," you say, remembering to call her by her first name. "My real outfit is under the coat, but I didn't think I should strut around the neighborhood in just my lingerie."

"Oh, I'm sure Mr. Wood wouldn't mind," she laughs and walks with you to the waiting SUV.

"Hi, Joy," Mr. Cleft greets you when the door opens. "Hop on in."

Thomas Cleft is a good looking man in his mid 40s. He's in good shape and other than a hint of gray at his temples and in his dark hair he looks about 35. He's wearing a nice suit and tie. Nothing too expensive, but at least modern.

"You can ride up front with Tom," Mrs. Cleft says.

You climb in next to the older man and can't help but notice him admiring your stocking-clad legs. For a second you think it's a bit rude he'd ogle you. Not that you mind, but with his wife in the back seat it seems a bit crass. You remind yourself that you're headed to a swinger's party with the couple and for all you know those legs could end up wrapped around Tom Cleft.

Tom puts the SUV in reverse and backs out of your driveway. It's about a fifteen minute drive to the Goodlove's house and you wonder if anything...untoward might transpire during the drive.