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HQ Lingerie, Swimwear & Fashion Editorial Pics: Catrin Claeson - Palmers Autumn/Winter 2009

Palmers Lingerie Fall/Winter 2009 collection.








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The Dress Update

She picked this one. We both agreed that black was a bit to "stuffy" for a nice dinner with an old friend (even if that old friend wants to screw her brains out...despite what she says.)

Em: "Do I look pretty, do you think he'll like it?"
Me: "Yes," weakly.
Em: "Don't pout, Sara, you know you're as excited as I am."

Heaven

Trouser socks over hosiery? OMG, I've died and gone to leg and foot heaven!

Pushing Buttons

I got an email from Emily just after lunch today with these pics and links to some dresses.

"Why'd you send me these," I replied.

"Wanted to know what you thought of them. You know I love your fashion eye."

"Depends on what they are for...or who is wearing them, you or me."

"For me," she emailed back.

"Boo. I thought you had a dress for that wedding next month, what do you want a dress for?"

"To wear to dinner with Evan on Friday," she sent back.

It was a good thing I had my office door closed. I'm wearing a garter belt today, not a girdle, so the immediate swelling in my pants and panties, small that I am, would be quite apparent to anyone walking by.

Hands shaking, I typed. "They are all kind of...risque isn't the right word...a tad on the sexy side?"

"He's taking me to dinner to out to a nice restaurant, so I thought I'd get a new dress and I have not seen him since May and wanted to look pretty."

"...'he's taking me out to a nice restaurant'...are you trying to make it sound like my girlfriend is going on a date???"

"Are you trying to make it sound like you don't fantasize about me going on a date?"

I did not answer. What could I say to that. Fuck, it was true, wasn't it? That was all I was thinking about all day. Emily on a date, Emily on the arm of a handsome man, Emily dancing with him, even kissing him.

"So, which dress? Come on, put on your sissy or girlie hat and tell me which dress you like. Pretend you're a man, which dress would you like to see your date wearing...OMG, I didn't mean it like that...laugh...maybe a little...seriously, which one?"

I bit my lip, replied. "If you want color, the second one or the pink one (6th one). Black, the last one."

"I was thinking the second one, but I'll have to go try some one. I like the pink one, too. Want to come with tonight after work and help me pick?"

Help her pick a dress to wear on a 'date' with a man. Hell no I did not want to do that!

"Yes," I answered, hands shaking, body surging from the hormones racing through me.

"Cool. If I get one of the colored ones, I'll probably get something new to wear underneath it, so we could do some lingerie shopping, too."

She fucking knew what she was doing to me, of course she knew what she was doing to me. But it was my fantasy, it was the fantasy I confessed to her. Fantasy or not, real or not, whether I wanted it or not, it was still shocking, still humiliating, and yet, still, so incredibly thrilling.

Evan

I asked Emily this morning if she wanted to have dinner on Friday night (her birthday is next week.)

She got a little pout on her face. "Yea, I've been meaning to talk to you about this weekend."

I had my back to her, was fastening a black garter belt around my waist. "What," I asked, pausing, turning to her.

Emily was half dressed, also wearing a garter belt and stockings today, so just looking at her made me desire her.

She was twirling her hair with her fingers, almost embarrassed, took a deep breath. "Evan called me last night, he's going to be in town this weekend."

Evan. A friend from Emily's past. The man she spent the weekend with on Memorial Day weekend. The friend she supposedly never dated (I know they kissed), the man she supposedly never had romantic feelings for (I know she thinks the attractive), the man who supposedly never pined for her (I've seen a couple of notes he wrote her...he's totally hot for her.)

"You want to have dinner with him Friday night. Maybe Saturday then?"

Em bit her lip. "Um, yea, see, I..."

"What," I asked, knowing she sometimes needed prompting to talk.

"Well, Evan was going to get a hotel room, but that seemed kind of silly since he hosted me in the Spring, so I, well, I invited him to stay here this weekend. You don't mind sleeping at your place, do you?"

"You don't want me sleeping over," I asked, my heart sinking, though balanced by the almost hidden surge of excitement I felt, that feeling I loved and hated.

"I...I thought it might be awkward, that's all. I mean, of course you could stay, but, you'd be bored, Evan and I just catch up and talk about old times, blah, blah..."

Evan. Evan. The same feeling I had in May ran through me. Evan. Was she going to fuck Evan? She would not...I knew she would not.

But...she knew what turned me on, she knew how to tease me, she knew I liked it.

She knew she did not have to fuck him, that just the image of it drove me wild, the thought, the fantasy.

And I knew that she'd play that for all it was worth, all week, all weekend.

I don't know if I EVER want her to do that. I don't know if she does, if she would. But I know, she knows, that the fantasy, the role playing, turns both of us on so much.

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