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“What?” she mimicked, looking alarmed when she fed into my anxious tone.
“Well, when I woke up it was already eleven, so I’m guessing its around ten past by now.”
Daisy quickly drew away from me, sat up with a start and grabbed my cell.
“Nearly twenty past right now. Get up,” she shrieked. “We need to shower, and get over there,” she ordered, already opening her drawers and sorting through her lingerie.
“Just shower and get over there, eh? No clothing you want to put on?”
“Smart arse,” she threw back as I climbed out of bed. I stood beside her and reached past her, into her underwear drawer. I grabbed my favorite set of white lingerie I’d bought her in Macy’s. At the time I was sure she’d thought I’d acted like a pervert in an adult store when I chose it on a trip to New York just after Thanksgiving.
“Show me what you’re wearing,” I told her, and she shook her head, her face looking slightly annoyed, like she felt she didn’t have time to indulge me.
“Black dress pants and a Christmas sweater,” she replied.
Without looking back, she headed into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
I strode in after her and caught her by her wrist. “Nah, that won’t cut it, not today, baby, we’ll be mismatched,” I told her as I turned her by her shoulders and steered her back into the bedroom. Sliding past her, I opened her closet doors. My curious eyes fell on a ruby red dress still wrapped in cellophane with the tags still attached. I knew it was perfect for what I’d had in mind and I’d figured she’d look sensational in it.
“This… for me?” I asked, adding a begging, whiney voice I knew she wouldn’t resist. “Go on, would you rather feel comfortable or sexy?”
“Are you implying I can’t be both?” She pouted.
“No of course not, but baby, I’m thinking of tonight when we finally go to bed. Would I rather have spent the day hard and wanton, thinking about you in this,” I told her, wandering back and grabbing the white lingerie complete with suspender belt and a new packet of sheer silk stockings.
When I saw her staring back at me, grinning. “Oh, it’s like that is it?”
“Liiiike?” I asked, dragging the word out.
“I take it I’m the gift I didn’t have time to think of?”
A broad smile spread on my face when I heard her playful question.
“I hadn’t thought of this dress quite like that, but now that you mention it, that could work, perfectly.” My dick pulsed at the thought of peeling her out of it and removing those garments later, of unwrapping my girl like a gift, for my pleasure. Daisy gave me a shy smile and dipped her head like she hadn’t wanted me to see how pleased she looked at my response.
“Alright, since it’s you, I’ll indulge you,” she replied, pretending it was a chore to dress up for me.
With no time left to lose, she insisted we took turns to shower, much to my disappointment. But it was obvious my girl knew me better than to let me near her soapy, wet body. Christmas lunch would have been postponed otherwise.
Once I’d showered and shaved, I went back into the bedroom naked and stopped dead in my tracks. Daisy stood dressed only in stockings, a suspender belt and wearing the tiny white thong and bra. She was bending over, her sweet ass on display as she dried her hair at the base of her neck.
“Wow,” I breathed raggedly as I sidled up behind her and placed my hands on her hips. She yelped, startled by my sudden touch and straightened up, her short hair falling immaculately into place.
“Stop,” she said, lowering the hair drier to the floor and snaking her body out of my grasp. “Dress now, we need to leave, I want to get there before my parents do.”
“Aw, I know what this is, you don’t want to do the walk of shame?” Seeing her cheeks pink, I knew I’d called it correctly and chuckled. “That’s it, gotcha.”
“You don’t know my da, Jamie … you’ll learn,” she replied, ripping the cellophane away from the dress and slipping it off the hanger. “You have five minutes,” she warned as she ripped off the tags and slid the dress over her hair. I savored every last moment, taking in her scantily clad body until it disappeared under the dress. She pulled the hem down and smoothed her hands over her hips.
I’d brought a black designer suit, with a ruby red vest and matching silk tie to wear for the Christmas day lunch. Most of the time, red carpet events apart, I took no notice of the requested attire in restaurants. I wasn’t usually one who conformed to dress codes; however, I had been due to meet Daisy’s parents for the first time, and I wanted them to know I respected the sense of occasion.
Once dressed, we stood side by side looking into her long closet door mirror. She sighed.
“You look gorgeous in a suit,” her voice was breathy, and I heard her approval of my attire in her tone.
“Yeah, I don’t look half bad,” I agreed, amused. “Maybe I should have worked in an office.”
“Absolutely not. We’d never have met. Besides, I like the casual Jamie in his muscle-stretched cotton T and his sexy arsed jeans.”
