Evan - The Dress

Lily commented on the His post that Evan will never see Emily in pantyhose because she wears stockings for him. True. Mostly. Because the dress she's wearing for him might be too skimpy for stockings. Given that he likes her in nylons as much as I do, she might have to wear pantyhose.

How skimpy?

The dress from House of CB is not quite lingerie, but that's debatable. How do they describe it? 

The ultimate cool-girl dress – the 'Athenea' is a must in your summer wardrobe – from beach clubs to dinner dates, she's got an effortless feel no matter the occasion. It's beautifully cut on the bias from silky satin and lined for a fluid finish that sits great against the skin to flatter your curves. At the bust, you'll find ample support with discreet underwiring and of course, the prettiest lace decoration. Complete with sweet bows on the straps, they're fully adjustable while a side zip allows you to slip 'Athenea' on and off with ease.

Accurate? Well, seeing Emily model it, yes, oh, yes.

"What do you think?" she asked, showing it to me.

"I...I guess a bra is out," I said.

She laughed. "Why bother?" she asked, "I mean, I should give the man a good look at what he's getting, don't you think?"

"You're going to give everyone a good look at what he's going to get," I said, jealous of her breasts in so many ways.

She shrugged. "You know he likes showing me off," she said.

"P...people might wonder if you're..." I swallowed, but it wasn't like we hadn't used the word before.

"His whore?" she teased. "I think it's more a question of whether he paid for me, not what he'll get to do to me. So, sexy enough?"

I nodded. "He...he'll like it," I said, picturing him with his arm around her, his hand on her, possessively. 

"The only problem is it might be too short for stockings," she said, turning around.

I looked at her upper thighs, nodded. "Y...yea," I said.

"I think I have to wear pantyhose," she said, smiling, "not as a you can't have me, like it means for you, of course."

"Of...of course," I said.

"Do you think about it?" she asked.

"T...that?"

"S...sometimes," I said.

She smiled at me. "My pretty sissy, always confused about what she wants. All these years, always confused."

"He...he's not confused," I said.

"No, no he's not," she said, "unlike sissies and their little clitties, men are never confused about what they want to do with their cocks."

"Why do you tease me?" I asked.

"Because I love you," she smiled. "Because I love you."