I popped my bum into the lush leather seats in the Aston and pressed the engine start button, the V10 roaring into life, like a caged male, ready to have me, god i love this car and the vibrations make me rather moist i smiled, selected drive and howled down the winding driveway to the gates, pausing briefly as they opened, and then onto the lane and into town.
The drive in was sooo much fun, the engine noise reverberating off the walls and hedges, the gentle rumble through the interior making me moist, hopefully not too much so i giggled, dont want a damp patch on the dress.
It was a tough call, food, or boutique first?
Boutique won, i turned off onto the road to Monica's Boutique (the kind of shop us girls could live in!) and parked the Aston.
The little bell tinkled my arrival, Monica coming to greet me as always with a kiss on both cheeks
'daaaahling, its been aaaaages, where have you been?' she asked in her melodic voice
'well, things have been a bit odd lately, with the funeral and Richard, you know how it is' i replied
'of course, of course, so what brings you to me today Charlotte darling?'
A conspiratorial wink
'Well, we are having a small get together tonight, and i fancy something different' i smiled
'ah, so anything in mind?, any designer in mind?' she asked
'Well, you know I adore YSL, so i was thinking something from him, something not too formal, but with a thigh split, and a low neckline (another wink), maybe chiffon or silk, but not velvet'
'hmm, ok, if you follow me'
I did as bid and we went to explore the options, so many fabulous dresses, the card will be hammered i smiled.
After much trying on (the best part of any girls day!) and deliberating, thinking of matching heels and bag too of course, a decision was made..
'Charlotte that looks fabulous on you, you do really look amazing in it, and a departure from your usual favourite designer as well!'
The dress in question was quite exquisite, an above the knee, midnight blue silk affair which rippled over my body when i moved, a subtle but long thigh split, double spaghetti shoulder straps, the barest of ruching at the bust, and low enough to allow a good view of the top of my cleavage. I settled on a pair of matching d'orsay high heels, traditional court stiletto heeled, open toe of course, in a shade and fabric to compliment the dress.
I decided against a clutch or bag, as we were not dining out.
'Absolutely alluring' Crooned Monica as she rang up the bill, ' Richard will positively faint when he sees you in this'
I paid the bill, all £1850.00 of it! (which would make Richard Faint!),
waved goodbye to Monica and slipped back into the Aston, hit start and roared off to the other side of the village to our favourite farm shop. |
