Usual disclaimer: This story involves sexual subject matter. If you aren't old enough to read this, go home! Don't blame me if you have problems which result from reading further. Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000. Please don't distribute in an altered form, or with any charges for acquisition. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons is unintentional and strictly coincidental. Any real people, places, or things mentioned in this story do not appear with permission, and any representations of them should not be interpreted as being in any way based on reality. If reception of this work is illegal due to your age or other repressive local regulations, liability for downloading it is your problem, not mine. Does This Dress Look OK, Honey? - by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000. All Commercial Rights Reserved. Does This Dress Look OK, Honey? (MF oral rom) By Jeff Zephyr jeffzeph@hotmail.com -- "Does this dress look OK, Honey?" she asked. Now, how I am supposed to answer that? I'd been busy getting myself dressed, and watching her, from the time she got out of the shower, putting her stockings and garters on, and her dress. I was much more interested in what she had covered up, than what she was wearing. Especially since she hadn't put her panties on yet. While thinking this, I just smiled, and tried to look thoughtful. I could have used the time to actually come up with an opinion about her dress itself, but other thoughts kept getting in the way. I knew we were supposed to go to this party, and people would notice if we missed it. In the rush to get ready, I'd missed out on a golden opportunity for some joyful playtime in the shower, and my body let me know that. She hadn't said anything yet, but was looking a bit impatient, waiting for my opinion. I just had to say something. "Honey, you know I don't understand things like that. Besides, I'm more interested in what's under the dress, which looks great to me." There, safe for the moment, I thought. I didn't think her dress was all that sexy in itself, and couldn't say that. Sure, this was a formal kind of affair, so dressing provocatively wasn't expected, but I knew what I liked, and that was sexy, showy, flashy. Her dress was a decorative velvet thing, dark red in color, and though the back was open a bit, so she didn't wear a bra, the fabric in front was sufficient to conceal the details of her breasts. The skirt had a frilly bit over it, and was pleated enough to stand out a bit from her behind, again, hiding the details which I so appreciated. "Come on, you know enough to know if it is nice or not? I just want to know what you think, honestly!" she insisted. I had to say something, so I picked the obvious, safe thing. It was true, but unfortunately, it never seemed quite enough. "It looks nice, very pretty on you. I like that color." "But what about the bottom? Does it make me look a little plump?" "Well . . . " I trailed off. What was I supposed to think, when it looked as though it was pumped up, making her look wider in the hips than her actual size? I knew that plump meant fat, and fat was bad. My eyes said that it did, but I thought it looked OK. Who was supposed to decide this stuff, anyway? "So, that means it does?" she pouted, and sat on the bed. "It looks fine to me, dear." "But does it make me look bigger?" "That's just the cloth, I think No one will think that it is you that is bigger, down there. Besides, I just watched you put it on, and I know that your bottom looks delicious." Saying that, and relaxing, let my dick harden. She noticed that, too, since my suit pants were tight. "Hmm, and you can't even see what's under it, can you?" she answered, slipping the hem of her dress up, not quite enough yet to expose her sweetest self, but past the tops of her stockings. "I think I need to take a closer look, just to make sure it really is OK." I knelt at the edge of the bed, between her legs, as she slid forward, hiking her dress up slowly. I stroked her legs through her stockings, and kissed her pussy. Slow kisses, licks around her thighs, listening to her sighs. I dug in for real, eating her up, lost in her taste. It wasn't long before my efforts were rewarded with the sounds of her joy. I licked her clean, gently, but some moisture escaped. "It's a good thing that the fabric is so heavy, or you'd need to change." She checked it out herself, then added "I'll take your response as sincere, for liking it." "It is a nice dress, even if it doesn't show off any details. You could make anything look pretty." "Someday you might learn a bit of fashion sense." She looked at the clock for a moment, then turned to me. "I think there is just enough time to let me show you how I feel. Besides, if I don't do it, you'll be distracted all evening, and all those pretty young things will notice." "Are you sure?" I asked, as she undid my pants and slid them down, pushing me to sit on the bed. "No problem. I'll be careful not to wrinkle our clothes." She winked at me, then filled her mouth with me, licking and sucking. I was going to try to watch the time, but the sensations overwhelmed me. In what seemed like a long time, but was in fact only a couple minutes, I exploded in her mouth. She carefully held on, so no drops would escape. As I got dressed, and she put her shoes and makeup on, I realized that I hadn't seen her put her panties on. I didn't see them out, either. When we headed out the door, my curiosity was bringing arousal again, imaging that she was daring enough to leave them off, in a situation which would be scandalous if anyone discovered it. I just had to know. "I didn't see you put your panties on, dear. Are you sure you didn't forget them?" "Forget? No, I know right where they are." "So, does that mean you have them on, or not?" "Yes," she laughed. "Don't think about peeking either. If you can't tell just by looking, no one else is going to, either." "Come on, you might sit where someone might notice." "They could see panties, maybe, and that would be just as impolite. I haven't heard complaints about that. Besides, I like your reaction. I'll let you know, when we go home, and not before." "That's not fair." "Maybe it is, maybe it isn't." As we stood outside, discussing this, she turned around, spinning enough to lift the skirt, but not to expose anything, and asked "Does this dress look OK, honey?" "It looks wonderful." ----- Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000. Please don't distribute in an altered form, with removal of any part of the story or author credit and copyright info. Do not distribute it, or place it on a website, CDROM, or other location or publication, with any charges for acquisition, either to access the site or archive, or any other charges specifically for the story, without permission. 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