Our new Mayor was having his Inaugural Ball tonight and Harry my newest lover had asked me to be his escort for the evening. What does someone wear to an Inaugural Ball?
Should I dress in a long evening gown? Conservative business suit? How could I wear any of that stuff and look sexy for Harry? Harry, the best pussy eater that has ever gone down on me. Oh hell, I told myself, just try to look dynamite and put on your silver, metallic, slip lame dress.
It wasn’t much longer than a slip, the hem just a hair below a Mini, the top just straps and not much more. It shined and fell in creases like liquid aluminum foil. My heels seemed to make it skimpier and shorter as it rode just up below my ass.
Hating panties, I never wore them when ever possible, I decided that was the same for tonight. I’d just have to watch how I sat and bent over as to not embarrass poor Harry. When the limousine arrived, I threw on my white mink coat and ran out to greet Harry. He was waiting for me at the curb, holding the door open. “Wait, Danielle, let me see how great you look”.