Of course it was St Valentines Day last Tuesday. I had intended to take Miss A out to an expensive restaurant called Rosies, but Chris had already asked her out for the evening. However we agreed that we would have our Valentines Day on Wednesday – as Miss A pointed out this would be even more special, because everyone else celebrated theirs on the 14th, whilst we would be the only two to celebrate on the 15th.
Miss A was obviously excited about spending their St Valentines night together and left work early to get ready (she does take a year to get ready, even though she is so beautiful to start with!!!)
He’d sent her red roses to our house, which had been taken in by our neighbour. I thought we’d agreed roses were tacky, especially on Valentines day, but it appears Chris can do know wrong so she got me to put them in a glass vase next to the TV.
She had decieded to wear the short black satin dress she had worn for him before so I ironed it gently whilst she was in the shower ( it gets creased pretty easily). I helped her into her black satin basque, doing up the 12 hooks at the back, she then sat on the bed and I rolled the stockings up her soft, smooth and gorgeous legs, so she could clip them to the suspenders. In this position I had her pussy inches from my face. She usually keeps it neatly trimmed, but she had shaven herself totally clean as a Valentine suprise for Chris.
“Would you like to kiss my pussy?” she asked me gently.
“Yes Miss A,” I answered, almost whispering.
I leaned forward and couldn’t believe she let me kiss her in her most intimate place. I must be one of the luckiest men alive. I later thought perhaps I should have done more, but it just doesn’t seem to be right or something I would do now, and would certainly be disrespectful, not only to Miss A, but to Chris too.
She giggled when she asked if not wearing any knickers whould be sexy or just slutty. I assured her it was most definetly sexy.
I wanted to watch her do her hair and make-up, not just because I could watch her for hours but so I could learn more, but I suppose she felt a bit self-concious at me gawping at her every move, so I was sent to watch TV after I’d zipped up the back of her dress.
I looked at the card that had come with the flowers, which says “To My Darling Angelina…the most beautiful woman in all Christendom…All My Love, Chris xxx”
I couldn’t help but think he may be a “stallion” in bed but he’s hardly one of the worlds poets.
When the taxi arrived to pick her up she looked absolutely stunning. To be honest I think I was almost as excited as her, especially knowing that there was only two men in the world who would know what she had on underneath, and what she didn’t have on underneath, her dress! Even though I was dressed as a girl I carried her overnight back out to the taxi for her and we had a little hug as I told her to have a great night.
We had a lovely Valentines Night together the following evening. We both dressed up, with me in a little black shift dress we had got, and both felt and looked pretty sexy.
Chris had again marked her neck a couple of times the previous evening. To be honest I don’t really like it at all, and wish he wouldn’t, but didn’t mention anything because it would spoil our evening. It’s also really nothing to do with me, but can’t help feeling it’s partly a message to me (or that may just be my ego).
After a three-course meal which Miss A adored, we gave each other our love tokens. I’d bought her a platinum and diamond necklace which I helped her put on, but I couldn’t believe it when I unwrapped a beautiful black corset. It took us a while to work out how the lacing went up the back (you’d think they would do that for you) especially when the instructions were in German, but with some adjusting we got there in the end. Perhaps eating a large meal first wasn’t such a good idea, and even with the lacing got spaced out I could hardly breath. Another tip is to put your stockings on first, because there was no way I could reach down, but Miss A thankfully put them on for me.
It did feel good when she put her hands around my waist and gave me a long hug, telling me I looked fantastic. We went into the bedroom and I looked in the mirror to see my waste alot smaller than normal. It is quite uncomfortable but does look incredible. Even with the laces adjusted it is still quite tricky to get into, if I lay on the bed I can just about pull the steel clasps over the hooks.
We then spent the eveing watching the film “The Talented Mr. Ripley”, and both agreed that Jude Law is far sexier than Matt Damon. I even admitted I thought he was “gorgeous” which made Miss A laugh and me blush. I don’t know what it is about him, but he does look too good to touch, but it may just be this film. I knew his name but had never seen any of his films before. Miss A joked she knew what to get me for my birthday.
Chris had to go up to Manchester for the weekend, although he did call Miss A on all three nights. She said she wished she’d gone with him, which I suppose I understand, but I am glad she didn’t; three nights is different to one. So I had her to myself for the whole weekend. She had intended to go out with Catherine but it was rained off.
He’s back today so she’s going out with him, Catherine and Tony. This may sound funny but it doesn’t really make me feel jealous at all now, just a bit lonely. Chris sounds a nice guy and they do have a great time together so why should I be jealous? She’ll always come back to me.
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