Krissy4U
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Krissy4U dresses sexy!Soon after Rick left for his new job further down the California Coast, I moved out of my parents' house and into the small studio apartment he had gotten me. It was a cozy little place situated in an apartment complex close to the downtown area. Every day after school and work, I would come home, open the closet, and stare at the dresses, skirts, and high heels which had remained unused since Rick’s leaving. It’s not that I didn’t want to dress anymore. I longed to feel the whisper of nylons sliding up my legs, the feel of my foot arching in a pair of high heels, and the comfort of a tight fitting corset again, but, I just didn’t have anyone to dress for, and dressing for one just didn’t seem like very much fun. I buried myself in schoolwork and tried to keep busy as possible but the lure of that closet full of slinky dresses, short skirts, and sky high heels soon proved to be too much to handle. Driving to school every day, I would pass a small adult bookstore which, while we were dating, Rick had casually mentioned one day, was a good place to go for some ‘fun.’ I had asked him what it was like and if they allowed transvestites into the arcade area. He had went on to give me a very detailed description of the place and teasing me that if I wasn’t a good little girl, he’d take me there and let the boys ‘have their way with me.’ I had laughed and promised that I’d always be ‘his good little girl.’ Now, with the urge to dress growing ever more pronounced, and each day feeding the desire to be touched again, I wasn’t so sure. It was a cold Friday night when I decided that enough was enough. I remember sitting on the couch watching TV. I think it was a Nair commercial or something similar. Anyway, I remember seeing the girl in the commercial prancing about with long beautiful legs and just being overwhelmed with the desire to dress. It was useless to resist. After I had showered and shaved my legs smooth, I went to the closet and threw it open. While I was showering, I had already picked out the exact outfit I was going to wear in my head. I pulled a couple hangers from the closet and lay them on the bed. Then, going over to my dresser, I pulled my favorite stockings and panties from the top drawer and placed them besides the hangers. A lacy Victoria’s bra soon followed, as well as a bright red, lace-trimmed mini-slip from Frederick’s. I sat down on the edge of the bed and carefully smoothed out the stockings. I pulled the panties up and smoothed my front down, leaving a nice, curved feminine mound. I then began pulling the stockings on, savoring the feel of cool nylon sliding up my freshly shaved legs. The second one made me shiver with delight before I snapped it into place with the garters. The lace bra came next and I found that even after nearly two months of not dressing, my fingers were able to clasp it behind me with ease. Rick had bought me some breast forms, and I slid them into the cups, feeling the weight of them pull against my chest. A small sigh escaped my mouth. It had been too long. Standing there in my lingerie, I felt complete. I ran my hand down the length of my stocking clad leg, sending shivers once again through my entire body. I couldn’t wait to finish. For outerwear, I had selected a black velvet mini-dress with white tiger-striped trim, which Rick had said gave me the perfect mixture of ‘trash’ and ‘class.’ I just loved the way it clung to my body, accentuating each and every curve. As I pulled it on, I smoothed the mini-slip underneath it, thinking how it would give any curious viewers a brief flash of red every time I bent or sat down…not that I was planning on doing a lot of bending over! For heels, I had chosen a 6” pair of black, patent leather platform heels with a cute ankle strap to secure them around my feet. After I had fastened the straps, I looked down at my legs, marveling at how the extra height made my calf muscles look so much more long and graceful. Standing in them I felt strong, secure, and powerful…exactly how I’ve always imagined a business-women must feel walking through a marble hallway filled with men. Each ‘click click’ announcing to all surrounding that, ‘You may get paid more than me, but we all know who holds the real power!.” Make-up was a breeze…much easier than I had thought it would be given the time since I had last been fully dressed, make-up and all. I settled on the seductress look; smoky eyes, dark red lipstick, and just a touch of blush. I also wore a pearl choker and matching pearl clip-on earrings to add a little sparkle to the ensemble. All I needed now was my purse and… |
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Meet Krissy4U online through her personal site!Big thanks to Krissy for giving permission to me to feature her erotic writing!. You can read Krissy4U's bio page or just go join her site ... she has a personality as wonderful as her looks! :) Oh yeah, this is only the first part of one of Krissy4U's sexy stories, most of which are autobiographical and found only inside her members' area. |
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