Little Black Dress
By Carrie

Carrie1@mailandnews.com

Well, I finally wore that little black cocktail dress that I bought over a month ago.  I guess it’s not that big a deal compared to some of the other things I’ve done but I get a little excited just thinking about it.

First let me describe it.  It’s made out of the silky nylon type material and has a halter top with tiny spaghetti strap holding it up. It isn’t really tight which means it just kind if hangs there by those tiny straps.   If the knot came untied that would be it, which kind of added to the thrill. The neckline plunged to just below my breasts which made wearing a bra of any type impossible.  That left my breasts pretty much on their own under the silky cloth with a fair amount of cleavage naturally exposed. Any sharp movement would threaten to expose the rest.  Now as I said there wasn’t much to this dress.  From the top of the halter to the bottom of the hem measured just about 24 inches which isn’t much on my 5’ 9” body.  It came about 3/4 the way up my thigh and about 4 “ below my bottom.  There was even less in the back which meant that if I raised my arms too high my panties came completely into view.

As I said I had been afraid to wear this dress since I knew a lot of me would surely show if I wasn’t extra careful but this weekend was Jim’s company’s Christmas party and I was getting a little more daring.  At first I wasn’t so sure it was a good ideas but them Jim started describing some of the outfits from last year.  He normally isn’t that supportive of my antics but was really encouraging me on this time. I literally didn’t make up my mind until the absolute last minute as you’ll see. Here’s what happened.

I started by taking my shower and shaved my legs.  Walking around completely naked I then laid the dress on the bed and proceeded to do my hair and makeup and all that women stuff still not convinced I was going to wear it.  I picked out a nice pair of heels to go with the dress to further convince me.  They were only about 3 inches since with my height I didn’t need to appear any taller.  Then as though picking a matching accessory I went through my draw to pick out a pair of my best panties figuring they’d make and appearance somewhere along the way.  Now I know there are a bunch of dares out there to go without any but I certainly wasn’t ready for that. I did forgo stockings since I never like my legs being covered like that anyway.  I first picked a pair of thong panties but settled on a nice simple pair of white bikini panties with tiny little threads as sides.  Very dainty as panties go.

Karen let Jim in saying I was still getting ready.  Like most guys he complained how long it takes as he waited.  I yelled out that I still couldn’t decide on what to wear.  Eventually, I just grabbed the dress and slid it over my head and tied to single tie behind my head.  I pulled the dress down to cover my panties and looked at my self in the mirror.  Wow did I look hot.  I started getting excited and my nipples hardened at the thought as I ran out to see Jim.

Boy did he look handsome in his suite and tie.  It’s not that often that we get that dressed up so it’s kind of a treat. He just looked on in stunned silence as I modeled my dress for him pulling my it down self consciously.  All he said was Wow, as a bulge started to form in his pants.  We grabbed our coats and were off.

The hotel where the Christmas party was held was really nicely decorated and very eloquent.   Jim helped me out of my coat like a real gentleman and handed it to the coat check girl.  I was extra careful as Jim slid the it off not wanting to put on a show right up front.  That was the first anyone really got to see my dress and I could tell from the looks that it was definitely an attention getter.  Jim proceeded to introduce me as we mingled.  I was a bit nervous, fearing that too much was showing and it came across in my voice. I was being extra careful as we made out way towards the bar.  I was starting to get aroused from the movement of the dress against my bare skin and extra sensitive nipples which had risen to the occasion if you know what I mean. 

What a contrast in attire.  The men in their suites and ties, covered from head to toe and the women with their shoulders and legs bare.  I was happy to see a lot of women in short dresses however  I didn’t see any as short as mine.  One women had on this totally backless dress that was really sharp.  I’m not a big one for dressing up but I do like it for special occasions.

After a couple of drinks I started to relax and enjoy the party.  Everyone was commenting on how nice I looked and how cute my dress was although I did hear a couple women comment on how short it was.  A couple people were up dancing but I resisted despite loving to dance.  Eventually we moved into the larger room for a dinner.  I was extra careful as I sat down but let out a little yelp as I felt the cold of the seat against my thigh and butt.  Luckily the table cloth covered my legs because I’m sure you would have been able to see up my dress as I twisted to hear the conversations over the music.   It didn’t do anything for my nipples which I’m certain came into view as I stretch to listen.  I noticed the occasional glance at my breasts by one of Jim’s friends as he struggled to tell me about one of the projects he was working on with Jim.  I just kind of laughed once I figured out what was going on.  I didn’t look down but figured he must have had quite a view.

After dinner and a couple glasses of wine the band came back and started to get people back on the dance floor.  I resisted at first but as more and more people joined in decided what the heck.  It’s not like I was naked or anything and an occasional flash seemed harmless enough. 

The constant movement of the dress across my sensitive nipples as we danced reminded me of how daring the dress was.  I actually think the fact that they were so hard may have been helping to keep the dress from slipping off of them since I don’t think they were popping out despite feeling like there were about to the whole time.  I did see my areoles come into view on a number of occasions but managed to pull the top back together before the nipples came into view.

I tried to keep my hands at my sides as we danced since I knew my white panties would come into view if I raised them too high.  This wasn’t to hard until they started playing “Shout”.  I wasn’t really into it like I normally am since I know my panties had to be showing from under the dress each time I raised my arm. 

We sat out the next couple of dances as I tried calmed down.  Later we did a couple of slow dances for a bit which was really romantic.  Jim was dancing real close and I could feel every movement in my nipples through the thin dress. That wasn’t the only thing I felt through the dress either. We both needed to calm down as we left the dance floor.  Jim walked close behind me this time as we returned to our table.  We dance for several hours and a couple more round of slow dances.  On one occasion Jim started playing with my hair and eventually moved his hands to the knot holding up my dress.  I said don’t you dare and suggested we perhaps should leave and continue at his place. He had some other ideas for my dress so we gathered out coats and headed out.

He had the dress off me by the time his front door shut.  His cloths took a little more effort.  The heat of the night caught up with us and we screwed like bunnies that night.  We slept till noon the next day and picked up were we left off.  He took me home about 4 the next day lending me a long tee shirt to wear under my coat as I carried my dress. 

Jim called me today at work to tell me some of the stores.  My dress certainly didn’t go unnoticed.