A Dressing A Thought

An entire year into our relationship, for some reason, I’d never seen my girlfriend in a dress. That is, until that night. We were doing something like watching a rented movie, when, out of the blue, I asked her if I could see her in one of the dresses. It wasn’t a male thing. We’d been to her storage unit last week, especially to get them out, and they were now hanging in the upstairs bedroom closet. We’d been too busy since for her to try them on.

Without a word, she took me by the hand, helped me from the floor, from against the couch, and led me up the staircase. When we got to the bedroom, she playfully planted me on the bed with an easy pat to the quilt, and as I sat there watching her slide the closet door open, she paused, reached in and slid a few hangers to one side. She paused again and looked over at me with a simple, but playful smile. After looking back into the closet, she started undressing from her usual t-shirt and jeans… which made me kind of nervous. When she was completely undressed, she drew out the dark colored, sleeveless dress with blue satin across the bust line and slowly removed it from its hanger, so slowly it made me wonder if this was the dress she wanted. She turned the dress around; unzipped its long zipper; gathered the material up from the top; lifted one leg; slid it down into the dress; lifted her other leg; and slowly slid it down beside the other. I watched her body disappear into the dress as she pulled it up over her hips… tummy… and over her breasts, then carefully threaded her arms through the thin string shoulder straps. She was not teasing. This was too natural. And too her.

She reached around the back and pulled at the zipper; looked in the mirror; adjusted the satin over her bust by pulling at the sides and front of the dress; smoothed out the hips with a sweep of her hands; turned a little to one side, then the other; ran her fingers through the sides of her beautiful, red, shoulder-length hair; straightened the straps over her freckled shoulders; cocked her head with a faint, analyzing smile; pulled a tuft of loose hair back behind an ear, and it didn’t stay; slipped into the black shoes she fished out of the closet with a toe; took a settling breath smoothed out the dress across her tummy and hips. And then she turned toward me.

I felt my heart stumble, unable to catch itself. My hand went up over my heart, but neither hand had left the quilt. I could do nothing but stare. Nothing else came to mind but to stare. She was a handsome woman before, but now, she was perfectly radiant and fascinatingly beautiful! So much so, I felt somewhat embarrassed and ashamed to be looking at “another” woman like that. And I couldn’t find the words to answer her when she asked, “Well, what do you think?” What did I think?! I. kept searching for the words, but nothing came out.

She looked down at herself, then back at me with that smile and I suddenly felt like I had no right to be on the same planet. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I really could not take my eyes off her and was busy being wrapped in these feelings when she did the cruelest thing she could have possibly done. She took a step toward me. I almost…No! I did tell her to stop! The way she fixed those shy green eyes on me, and the way her hips, legs and shoulders moved under the dress, was too much! When she took yet another step, I found enough voice to say, “Stop, Darlin’. Please. You’re not being fair.”

She started to look nervous and uneasy, so I smiled and lifted myself from the bed and approached her, and I was a goner the moment I felt her settle up against me in my hug. My right hand landed safely on the lower back of the dress, while my left touched the exposed part of her the dress had left for me to find. As my hand passed up her warm spine, to the back of her neck and the soft hairs there, I kissed her neck and quietly said, “You are stunning. I did not realize just how beautiful you are.”

She lifted her head with a sigh, leaned back a little and stunned me with that smile again. She was really good at that. And she knew it. I thought I was stunned before, but that was nothing compared to the way the dress hugged her back, hips, rear and the backs of her legs when she spun on the ball of her foot and took a couple of steps away. I thought the show was pretty much over, but, she went and put an end to that when she looked back over her shoulder and asked me to zip the dress the rest of the way up. I did what I was told and became completely spellbound by the way her shoulders rolled under the dress as the zipper closed her in. I felt my heart jump a bit. I was almost afraid to look at the way the dress fit her now. But I did.

She turned to face me and was now standing with a hand on her hip, with the other hung loosely down by her side. Someone save me! She calmly looked down at herself, then sweetly said, “It seems to fit. Don’t you think?”

I reached out and took her face in my hands, kissed her lips, reached over and turned out the light and cradled the back of her head in my hand as she slowly wrapped her arms around me.

Then…

Copyright Michael Dressler