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By *hilitup OP Man
16 hours ago
stalybridge |
The phone rings Saturday evening, “ Hello Alice, any chance you can come about 12 midday tommorow and help me getting everything sorted, before our guests arrive” Mrs H’s voice fills my head” Of course, no problem at all” the quiver in my voice must have been detected by Mrs H, “ dont worry you will be fine, nobody knows you but me, you will enjoy it” i was shaking like a leaf in the wind, Alice had never been in anyones company before, the thought of her being discovered sent her into a panic, the handset bounced on the table as it slipped from her fingers, her head lght with fear, “ ok, i will see you at midday” .
The next morning Alice was sat in front if the mirror, she had applied her make up with an unsteady hand, just a shimmer of foundation hung on her skin, her eyes lit by the mascara that made them look twice the size, a gentle blush of pale pink set her cheeks alight, the pastle yellow on her eye lids blends with ease , her blonde curls hang softly above her shoulders, she looks devine.
Alice pushes her feet into the sandals, she stands and heads for the mirror, her clitty tingles with excitement, tucked away in a pair of white seethru lace knickers, she looks deep into the mirror, and sighs, she never looked so good, the white lace expanding as her image stirred her clitty, she pulls her dress taught, the outline of her clitty fills the reflection in the mirror, she licks her lips, her tounge glides like on ice, the lipstick smooth and glossy shines in the light.
She paces left to right in the mirror, her bottom tight in the dress leaves the visable pantie line with every step, the knickers hug her bottom to perfection, the cut of the waist sits on her hips and follows the curve of her bottom, the dress hugs her like a second skin, god she looks good, fills her mind.
11:45 and im off down the lane, the dress shoes and wig folded neatly in a carrier bag, Alice hides inside of me, shes not ready for the world to see her, the rumours in the village would spead like a wildfire, she was not ready for that, her mind span at the thought, the hurt for the family, the whispers and shouts of the neighbours, the ridicule she hated would sweep her away.
Mrs H opens the door, “ Come on in Alice” her words lift my spirt, the weak smile broadens, “ can i get changed somewhere, please” her finger points to the spare bedroom “ you will be just fine in there, let me show you” we enter the room and she shuts the door behind me “ i turn and face her, her lips meet mine, the softest of kisses leave my lips” thanks for coming early, you can help me with Mr H” “ now get dressed” she leaves the room.
Alice slips into the dress shoes and wig, her fingers mingle with the blonde curls, pulling the outwards and watching them bounce back into place, she admires her grace and softly blows a kiss into the mirror, i blow one back, my heart pumps, my knees knock.
I walk into the kitchen, Mrs H stands at the sink, her head turns and scans Alice, no words pass her lips, her eyes so wide they swallow the view, i can feel myself being drawn into her head, like a swirling mist, i fill her mind “ oh my darling, you look superb” Alice slowly pirouettes on the spot, “ Amazing” fills her ears.
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I find it so intoxicating on those occasions when I know I’ve just managed to get everything right
. Make up, hair, minidress or one of my even shorter miniskirts and underneath, I’ve chosen, or been told to wear just the most gorgeously skimpy bra and thong/panties/g string. All topped off with shear holdups and 5” stiletto heels.
Of course they can’t keep their hands (or lips) of you and neither would I or you want them to hun would we. 
Loving your story Alice. It’s so in depth emotionally with everything we feel girl 
xxx 
xxx Tia 
