Unfortunately the opportunity for you to jump into action never came, and you instead sat there, on the couch, waiting for what must have been close to an hour, before eventually venturing out into the hallway to see what was he was doing. "Uh, Randall? You okay in there? You not needing any help or anything?"
"Nah, I'm all good I think," he shouted back. "Almost ready!"
Shit. What happened to me helping?
Before you could even begin to feel disappointment over him having gotten dressed without you, you heard him suddenly ask, "What do you think?" as he then stepped out of his bedroom, looking absolutely amazing.
Compared to the glamorous red dress he'd worn before, that was long and flowing and akin to something you might wear at an award show, this one was an entirely different beast altogether. It was a deep, dark purple with little flashes of silver jewels here and there, and covered much more of his upper torso than the previous one had. Possessing short little sleeves and showing much less in the way of cleavage. In fact, had Randall been the owner of less prestigious bust, you very much doubted and cleavage would be seen at all. As it was though, there was still a good deal on display, but as Randall himself had stated, his breasts were much better supported and didn't look like they were about to pop out at any second. As for the material of the dress itself, it looked incredibly silky and luxurious, as well as very, very tight. Clinging to his body like a second skin and showing off every aspect of his slim, well toned physique. The hemline stopping just below the knee, giving it an elegant and classy look.
In all honesty, your eyes didn't know where to look. Flitting back and forth rather manically as he did a little pirouette for you, on his (once again) 6 inch silver heels, showcasing the back of the dress... or lack thereof. There being not even a scrap of material between his neck and butt.
"Will this do?" he grinned, once he was again facing you.
Giving him a resounding, "Yep", after somehow managing to get over your complete and utter awe - having gotten so used to seeing him lounging around in that tracksuit that you almost forgot that he could actually look this good. "That'll do. That'll do nicely."
"Cool." Attaching some sparkly silver earrings then, he went through to the living room to retrieve his handbag, quickly checking through it to make sure everything was there. "Keys... Purse... Phone... Perfume... Lipstick... Eyeliner..." While you continued to examine every inch of his tightly packed body.
"Not... not wearing stockings this time?" you inquired, noting that his long, smooth legs were left bare beneath the dress.
"Nah. Windham's place is pretty well heated," Randall told you, as he himself admired his exquisite looking gams. "And besides, I just shaved my legs. Might as well show them off."
This seemed as good enough a reason any, and you had to admit they were definitely worth showing. This wasn't the only difference about his appearance from last time though. His hair, which had been pinned up, was now left loose, hanging down almost to his shoulders, flicking up slightly at the end. Though you'd noticed previously that it was getting slightly longer than your Aunt usually had it, it was all the more apparent now. Having grown at least 2 extra inches in the last three and a half months. According to Randall, when you'd asked him about it before, he had always preferred slightly longer hair on a woman and was letting it grow. Having gotten used to it swishing around all over the place, and getting in the way of his eyes. No longer seeming quite the burden it had appeared those first few weeks.
"Okay, well I'm good to go I think," he then said, grabbing his coat off the stand. "What about you? You heading home too?"
"Yeah, I'll just pack up everything here, and then I probably won't be too long behind you," you told him, still having the TV and the XBox to switch off.
In truth, you would have been perfectly content to hang around for the rest of the night. There being nothing you couldn't do here than you wouldn't be doing at home anyway. But, that was a part of the compromise, so instead you asked him, "You still wanna hang out tomorrow though, right?"
"Yeah. Maybe. I'll see how I feel in the morning. I'll probably be knocking a few wines back again tonight. So if my head's feeling up to it, I'll give you a call."
"Okay then," you said, following him towards the door. "I guess I'll see you later. Have fun schmoozing!"
Giving a sarcastic little chuckle, he replied, "You know I will." Heading quickly off out the door and down the hall. This time, you made sure that you were watching him as he went. Loving the way his body bobbed and jiggled in those heels. His hips swinging to and fro.
Once he was in the elevator and out of sight, you retreated back into the apartment, letting out a sigh as you looked back over at the TV screen where Call of Duty was still blaring away. You didn't really feel like heading back home now admittedly, and were still feeling rather disappointed at the fact that you'd missed Randall's little 'dressing up show' - wondering whether you'd been intentionally left out this time, or if you'd just happened to have been lucky the last. You were aware of course that him getting dressed up in front of you wasn't intentionally for your benefit, but more out of necessity because he was feeling rather rushed. Tonight, he'd had plenty of time, so you supposed it made sense he would leave you out of it. After all, you could hardly expect him to help you get changed if there wasn't any pressing reason. He might be more comfortable around you with his body now, but he was still your Aunt.
Still, it would have been nice, you mused, wondering what he had on underneath that purple dress. Pretty sure he wasn't wearing a bra for one thing. His bare back evidence enough of that. I guess that was probably another reason he didn't want me watching... he would have had to have been topless this time. And you already knew the chances of seeing him like that were slim to nil.
Turning your attention back to your own predicament, you said to yourself, What time is it anyway? Looking back over at the clock and seeing that it was now a little after half six - having presumably already missed dinner back home. Ah, fuck it! Why don't I just kick around for a while longer? ...Randall won't mind, and it's not like I have anything better to do anyway.
Deciding on this course of action then - figuring that you could at least stay for a couple of hours, if not the whole night - you once again gave your parents a call to let them know that you might not be home. And then once again set about finding something in the kitchen to eat, having purely by proxy, become something of a healthy eater yourself every time you were here. Seeing as there was no real junk food to stuff your face with, you had to get pretty creative. Just like Randall did. Of course he had an advantage over you, he had your Auntie's brain telling him what to cook. You... you struggled simply using a microwave!
After whipping something up, some pasta that was actually not bad, it was back to the XBox and then a DVD, finding yourself getting pretty sleepy as you lay there on the couch, occasionally chomping on a bag of chips you'd discovered hidden away at the back of one of the cupboard (presumably left over from when Randall first moved in). Oh well, looks like I'm here for the long haul then, you thought, it now being after ten and you currently lacking the energy to go searching for a bus or even really move.
Instead, you just lay back and tried your best to stay awake. The rather late night you'd had browsing the Internet the day before, now very much coming back to haunt you...
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