Page 15 of Dear Glory

More than what the function of the dress is, I’m more curious about the fabric and stitch technique…I must meet this person…

Aside from that, I look it over, laughing cynically because if he thinks I’m supposed to fit my size eight double d titties and curvy figure in this, he’s out of his mind! Hehasto be. Not only will this flimsy thing not fit over my thighs, but this isn’t something a woman of mine or any other caliber should be wearing. In fact, I ought to be insulted!

Still, I rummage through the big box because there has to be something more to this flimsy thing and to my relief, I find a silk pouch and a small box which I quickly open and cock my head to the side when I see two heart stickers, a small string thong, and a lacy mask.

“Surely… surely I’m not seeing clearly, right?” I rub my eyes, but yes siree bob! I’m seeing exactly what I think with my 20/15 vision, but that’s not all. When I find another one of those damn Dear Glory letters, I have half a mind to throw it all in the garbage! But I pop the seal and, unfortunately, devour his words as I always do.

Dear Glory,

I dare you to step out of that pretty packaging your parents put you in and let me dirty you, Glorious.

With love and always yours,

Axil

A dare…?! Excuse me?! Is he challenging me?

I throw my head back cackling, but the man did indeed say he knows everything about me and he’s proven that he’s not lying.A dare?HA!

It’s forty-five minutes until eight. Plenty of time to hop into the shower and get ready to show Sir Axil just who he’s playing with. I might have lived a sheltered life as a military kid, but one thing Glorinda Jemeika Cross isnotgoing to do is turn down a dare, especially from someone so cocky. He needs to be stomped down a few pegs, and I’m just the woman to do it!

After washing off, I slather the custom-made oil that is supposed to match my body’s PH that I also had made in Venice, Italy and spritzing on my Giorgio Beverly Hills perfume on top of it. I do my hair in a flirty long ponytail that reaches just above my ass, drawing attention to the small curve off my back since the dainty dress had the nerve to be backless.

Next, I move onto my makeup, doing something light and airy with a platinum smokey eye shadow to accentuate my round dark brown eyes. I decide on dramatic glossy red lips and top it off with an elegant faux mole right above my lip.

Once I’m done with my hair and makeup, I turn to the boxes I toppled over in the wake to get to the shower and scowl displeased with the dress he chose for me.

“Humph,” I scowl, then the corner of my eye catches the card Axil sent taunting me.

I dare you…

Like a moth to a flame, I strut over to pick it up, glaring as my eyes roam over it and back to the boxes.Fine, you want to challenge me?

I swipe the diaphanous dress from the bed along with the pouch and shoes and lay it all out with a frown.Heart-shaped stickers…

“Where do I even put these? On my cheek maybe?” I pout, crossing my arms, picking them up and flipping them over to see if they have some type of instructions, and my eyes go wide when I see they go on the nipple!

“Oh!” I jump back shocked at the instructions and a bit intrigued. “I’m supposed to wear stickers on my nipples?! “Mr. Axil Sir, you are one nasty man…” I smile, “You’re just the man I’m looking for.”

I swipe up the stickers, then glance in the mirror at my glistening naked body. Before I lose the nerve, I peel and stick them atop my pert dark brown nipples. I then swipe up the thong and slide it on along with the fine dress followed by the heels. Finally, I stare at the full-length mirror, shaken by my reflection…

I look stunning… I look other worldly… and if I do say so myself, I look fuckable. The dress that I was so scared of compliments my skin splendidly.I was wrong…the nipple coverings offer a sinful and seductive allure to the dress along with the thongs and the shoes… well they make me look like sex on a stick.Wow…

However, I don’t have time to look at myself further because a knock sounds at my door, stealing my attention.

I feel hot all over, making the shower that I’d just taken seem useless. Bits of my ponytail stick to my face and my back, and I can feel beads of sweat sliding down parts of my body.I feel unclean…

The knock comes again. Though ordinary, it feels impatient and demanding, causing my heart to begin racing. I feel if I make the person beyond that door wait any longer, it won’t be a good thing, so I hurry over. My hands have a mind of their own as they unlatch the locks and wrench the door open. I’m weak in the knees and a bolt of lightning strikes my pussy when I see Axil standing there with a rose in his hand.

“Glory,” his silky smooth and deep voice washes over me like butter gliding on a hot cast iron skillet, searing me to the core.Holy mother of God.How can someone look so good, sound so heavenly, and exist in pure sin?

“H…hello, A-Axil,” I stammer with a lump in my throat.

“Yu look edible,” he smiles, and my pussy clenches tight, soaking the string of the nearly nonexistent thong. My mouth waters, making me smack my lips to keep from drooling.

“Thank you,” I mumble, right hand latching to my left forearm in an attempt to shield myself, but it doesn’t last long because Axil places the delicate rose on my hand to smack it away in admonishment with the unsaid words. “Don’t shield yourself from me.” “Uhm… y-you look uhm… great t-too,” I swallow, taking him in and snatching my breath away.

His all-white suit is a sinful contrast to his auburn hair, slicked back in a forties style with silver accents that are a perfect match to the platinum sheer dress I’m wearing. His shoes are polished and white, with not one scuff or crease.He looks like perfection.

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