Getting dressed

Neither of them slept well that night. They were both up early. Helen even forwent her usual session in the shower as she was too tense. “What should I wear?” she asked as she rummaged through her wardrobe naked.

Mike was watching her with a near-permanent erection. He was dressed and ready to go but he couldn’t resist watching her get ready. “As slutty as you dare. Make it obvious that you want his attention. Then it puts more weight on him to respond.”

“You want me to show myself off?” she said, swinging her behind in his direction.

“God yes. Wear your tiniest panties.”

“I have just the ones.” She went to her drawer and pulled out a G-string that had a mesh front and nothing but string beyond the crotch. She slipped them on. “Do these look right?” she asked.

Mike swallowed hard. “I haven’t seen those before.”

“I haven’t had the courage to wear them but this seems like the right occasion. What bra should I wear?”

“Don’t wear one.”

“But my nipples and piercings will be visible,” she said with teasing innocence.

“Perfect.”

“You really want him to look at me don’t you?”

“I want him to do more than that.”

“Stop, you are going to make me ruin my panties before he even gets here. How about this top?” she asked, slipping it on. It was a white wraparound top that had long sleeves but finished just below her bust. It also showed off a good amount of cleavage.

Mike could see how easy it would be to pull her tits out of it or untie it and leave it flapping open. “That’s great. You look like you aren’t as pale as you used to be.”

Helen shrugged. “I’ve been spending more time outside recently. Okay, what do you think about the bottoms? I have this nice flouncy skirt. It’s short and it flips around.”

“Not bad but do you have anything tighter so he will definitely see up your skirt while he is working on the floor?”

“You are so bad. Yes, but again, I hadn’t dared wear it yet. It only just goes past my bottom.” She put it on. It sat a little higher on her torso and came to just below her navel and finished right up at the tops of her legs. It was the outfit of a trophy wife whose husband liked to show off.

“Wow, I’m jealous now. Maybe we could have a quickie before I go?”

“No way, It’s already past nine. You should get out of here. I can finish this up on my own.”

“Oof, kicking me out to seduce another man,” Mike teased.

“You better believe it. You can thank me later.” She kissed him and chased him out before sitting down to work on her makeup.