Getting Dressed

I emerge from the shower dripping wet. I prefer not to dry myself with a towel since my bathroom has a drying cabinet that blows warm air all over me. It’s less of a physical shock than a vigorous rub down with a towel...although that can be nice sometimes.

After attending to body talc (I never use body lotions) I walk naked into my closet. What shall I wear today? That is dictated by Miss Brain, and whatever she has planned for me, so I let her take her time.

Bra drawer first. I don’t have that many since I so rarely need to wear one. Miss Brain rarely sends me to my bra drawer. Usually I open this drawer only to close it again. Today, though, I am strongly drawn to one bra in particular. It is a half cup strapless one usually worn with the Little Black Dress (LBD). I finger it idly for a few moments before deciding that yes, this is definitely the one I want. 

Panty drawer next. Lots more to choose from in here! Everything from (right at the back) two pairs of school PE panties, a dull bottle green in colour, to almost transparent thongs. Thongs rarely feature for me since I prefer the wet feeling plain old ordinary cotton panties provide, but again, today seems different, and my fingers are attracted to a thong. It’s not one of the lacey see through ones, this is plain black cotton and the string isn’t like a violin string. I know I will feel this between the cheeks of my bum. 

I’m about to turn away and look at dresses, but Miss Brain tells me to open the next drawer down. This one is a mess of tangled tights, stockings, hold-ups, and those weird things that are combined tights and suspender belts, all in one. I feel drawn to one of these, even though I haven’t worn one since my teens! Ah well....

And now, which dress? The LBD is there, along with two similar ones that are less intended to give every man who sees it blue balls. Maybe one of the longer ones? Oh...apparently not. The LBD is almost screaming at me, “Pick me! Pick Me!” Well, alright then. 

Back in my bedroom, I put some music on and lay the clothes out on my bed. Bra first. It’s a ‘front loader’ and I wrap it round myself feeling the cool material against my warm skin makes my boobs harden and my nipples stand up pert and erect. I look at myself in the mirror as I pull it around and slowly fasten it. This one does tend to show what (little) I have to great effect. It’s cut perfectly. I almost look like I have a cleavage, or that I might accidentally fall out of it. 

The suspender tights next. I bunch a leg up and slip my toe into it and then slowly pull the nylon up my right leg. Half way up, a memory pops into my head of the first time I wore these. It felt very grown up to be almost wearing stockings, but I had put my panties on first and when I needed to use the bathroom, discovered my mistake. I couldn’t pull my undies down to pee, so I had to scrabble out of the whole damn thing. I smile at the memory. Right leg, then left leg, then the top up to my waist and a little fiddle about to get the item exactly as I want it. The sheer black nylon looks great against my white skin. 

Then the black cotton thong. Again, slowly.....why so slowly......up my legs until my cunny disappears from view and I feel the string burrowing between my bum cheeks. I pull the waistband up and feel the strong bite and pressure on my clit. As I say, I don’t wear thongs usually, but today....hmmmm.....today I wouldn’t be in anything else. 

Finally, with the LBD in my hand I pause and look into the mirrors which show me from several angles. I half turn one way, then the other.  The black clothes on my suntan-less body make a vivid contrast. I think of a guy seeing me like this and what effect it would have. Then I think of a girl, slowly undressing me, layer by layer. I turn, my back to the mirror, and look over my right shoulder. I see the thong plunging between my bum cheeks. A smile flickers across my face. Girls take such pains to ensure their ‘bits’ are covered, and yet, how horny it is to have something down there that barely covers anything at all!  

On a whim, I turn to face the mirror, and I squat, knees wide apart. The black material does cover my cunny....but only just. Either side, I see two strong tendons that hold the material slightly away from me, leaving two gaps either side. It’s almost as if there are anatomical signposts saying “This Way In.” 

I stand up and slip the LBD on.

And then it happens. With a mental giggle, Little Miss Brain says, “Have you noticed?” I wonder what she means. I begin to check myself out starting at the head and working down. It’s only when I get to my lower half that I realise.....

.....I am totally soaked through. I can’t believe I didn’t notice it happening. I so love it when I get wet that usually I’m on it in a heartbeat, but today, it’s as if Little Miss Brain had hidden the sensations from me until now. I scan myself again. Yep. Definitely soaked. 

I look at myself in the mirror, and lift the LBD at the front. I part my legs slightly and push my hips forward, as if I was having a fuck up against a wall.....damnit, wrong image. Another flood wells from me and I see the cotton, now glistening with my wetness. 

I do look good though. If I met me at a party dressed like this, I would definitely want to make a play for me. 

Suddenly, a girl’s face flashes into my mind. Anna. Tall, aloof, prim and proper Anna. Anna who never had a boyfriend or a girlfriend for her entire high school journey. Anna who I would cast glances at in the showers. Anna who once, and once only I had smelled her panties in the locker room. 

My eyes close and my hand disappears in my thong in a second. I moan out loud “Oh Anna. Yes, touch me,” Miss Brain provides the dialogue. 

“Am I doing it right?”

“Oh yes! You’ll make me cum if you carry on. Just do what you do to yourself.” 

“I don’t do this to myself.”

Suddenly, my brain switches places. Now I’m touching Anna, and she is moaning as my fingers explore her wetness. 

“Oh, please.....don’t stop.”

“I won’t, Anna. I’m going to make you cum.”

“I feel....I feel like....”

“Shhh...just relax and let it happen. Cum in your panties for me.”

I cum. Hard. Savagely. I feel wetness trickle down my thigh. I know that my thong and suspender tights are ruined, but I can’t hold it back. I get image after image of Anna. Some real, some imagined. Anna naked....real. Anna in the showers....real. Anna on her bed masturbating thinking of me....imagined. Anna with a dick inside her being fucked as I watch.....imagined. Each image causes a wave of pleasure and contractions. I have a hand on my breast now, and although I’m still standing, legs slightly apart, dress hitched up at the front and I’m bending forward a little, my brain fires off images based on my feelings. The thong, tight now between my bum cheeks makes me imagine Anna about to finger my bum....another crushing contraction. I begin to talk out loud. The words form in my brain and I cum....I hear them aloud and I cum. 

“Ohh....Anna.....you fucking bitch......cum for me......fuck......let me feel your cunt......ohhhhf fuck.......fuck me Anna....finger me hard.”

When I come to, I’m kneeling, knees spread wide on the floor. My legs are wet, but now, when I look down, there is a little puddle on the LBD. I sigh....then giggle. I stand up and before I head back to the shower, I catch sight of myself in the mirror. I give myself a little rueful smile. 

“Ah well....”