Catching Up

I pulled on my thong, adjusted my cock so it laid hanging naturally to the right and eased the back string into position so I wouldn't be forced to tug and play with it all night. It had taken some getting used to, wearing the tiny panty, but eventually I discovered exactly where things needed to lie so I wasn't constantly shifting in my seat.

My reflection caught my eye. I looked at myself, turned sideways and admired the hair-free figure I cut in the mirror. My body looked great. My 5'8" frame would be enhanced by several inches once I put on the stilettos, bringing me almost eye level to Mark's 6'2" one.

We were both built, though he probably was a wee bit more in shape than I, seeing as he was the Olympian, not I. But at 32 years of age, I didn't look too bad at all. "Pretty sexy, Victoria," I said to myself, before turning back to slide the garter and stockings on.

Once the belts to the garter were secured within the elastic tops of the stockings, I pulled on the little skirt and shimmed it over my ass and hips. The material fit like a glove and the small strips of thin silver sparkled, just like I knew it would.

The top was next. I lifted it carefully, pulled it over my head, my arms went through and it rested bunched up around my chest. I adjusted the fabric, settled it in place and tied the strings around my neck. The hem of the shirt rested just above my belly button, leaving a two inch gap between the bottom of the blouse and the top of the skirt.

Lazily I trailed my fingers across my abdomen. A sliver of heat skated across my skin. My cock jerked in response to my own touch. I licked my lips before blowing myself a wicked little kiss. When I left the house, I was five inches taller, and my stilettos clicked across the sidewalk as I walked toward the cab.

The shoes were sleek and made my ankles look trim and feminine. I loved the shine and sparkle that the string of rhinestones created as they lay across the black stockings. As the cabby drove where I instructed, I looked down and played with the soft fabric that encircled my legs. Beside me rested my clutch, it was silver and had a few sequins strategically placed. Inside were the pieces of jewelry I wanted to wear.