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Subject: {ASSM} RP Georgetta: The Bet 01/12 by The Dolphin (MF rom slow)
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WARNING : The following story contains descriptions of sexual
acts performed between consenting adults. If you are not at
least 18 years of age, or you find this brand of literature
offensive, then exit this file/message now. (!)
Caveat lector; you read at your own risk.
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Written by: The Dolphin
Anohter note: The girl in this story is a real person, an ex-girlfriend of
mine. We parted amicably, and I still care about her a lot. This story is
a work of fiction - it never happened, although I have shared it with her,
and she enjoyed it. I hope you do too! The names have been changed to
protect us both. Georgetta is the name of another girl that I have desired,
but the physical descriptions of my heroine are of my ex-girlfriend.
And finally, this story has been improved slightly since its original
posting, and I believe it to be a better tale now. Some of the technical
points have been tightened up, and a minor mistake here and there improved
upon. Thanks to some comments from Celeste's Reviews for their feedback and
suggestions. A good writer can usually be improved by a good editor.
There will also most likely be more to this story. A good number of readers
have written me and begged me for more adventures of Chris & Georgetta, so
more to this tale is definitely in the works!
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Part 1: Friday Night
Chapter 1: The end of a long day
The box was waiting just inside the front door to her apartment building,
just as Chris had said it would be when she got home. It was on the floor
in front of the mailboxes with her name and address on it. A large-size
cardboard box wrapped in brown paper packaging. When Chris had told her to
expect it, he had remained mysteriously vague about it, and only that she
should expect it on Friday night. He had refused to tell her what would be
in the carton, only that she was to bring it upstairs. She had lost the
bet, and as a result had agreed to follow his directions for one night. It
was now time to pay up. If she decided to open the box, she had to follow
the directions in the box to the letter.
Georgetta had to go up the stairs to her apartment and drop off her purse,
briefcase, and other mail before returning to get the carton. It was a
little heavier than she expected, and took a bit of effort to get it
upstairs and into her apartment. Setting it down on the kitchen table, she
got a pair of scissors out of the drawer and sliced open the tape on the top
of the carton. As she thought, there was a note from Chris on top of the
contents.
She sliced open the envelope and pulled the letter from inside. It read,
My dearest Georgetta,
I see you have at least decided to undertake the first step in living up to
your side of the bet! I ensure you that you will enjoy the events I have
planned for this evening. You are to take this box into the bedroom and
unpack it, placing the contents on the bed. Do not yet open the small box
in the bottom of this carton. I will be along later this evening to
continue this fantasy. As you will see when you unpack, your first step
will be to put on the attire I have provided for you. Further instructions
on this step are contained inside this box.
Once you are dressed, you are to pour yourself a glass of wine and then
relax in the living room. I have included one of your romance novels in the
box for your reading pleasure. Turn to the section I have book marked for
you, and read from the book while you enjoy the glass of wine.
When you have finished the marked section of the book and have drunk the
wine, open the envelope at the back of the book and read the next set of
instructions.
Chris
Intrigued, Georgetta picked up the box and carried it into the bedroom.
Setting it on top of the bed, she lifted the packing material and began to
unpack the contents. On top was indeed a romance novel, one of the real
trashy ones she liked to read while laying on the beach. The rest of the
contents surprised her.
It was "attire" as Chris had put it in his note, but this was not quite what
she had expected. A pair of black leather knee-high boots and black fishnet
stockings was the first items. A black, soft leather halter-top, a black
leather mini-skirt, a black garter belt, and a black thong panty completed
the outfit she was intended to wear. She picked up the halter-top and
examined it. It was basically a black leather bra, but had a collar with
silver metal studs. Silver studs were attached at various places over the
garment. Several straps rose from the top of the bra to the collar in a
web-like fashion.
Smiling to herself, she wondered just what Chris was intending, but decided
it would be a lot of fun to find out. "Guess he's in the mood for a Harley
Davidson biker-type fantasy, I guess" she thought.
Dropping the outfit on the bed, she stepped out of her heels, and shrugged
off the suit jacket. Fumbling with the zipper to her skirt, she walked
towards the closet. Removing the hanger, she stepped out of the skirt, and
then hung it on the hanger. She returned to the bed and picked up the
jacket, adding it to the hanger and returned it to the closet. She returned
to the dresser and reached behind her to undo her bra. Her breasts fell
loose as the bra came unhooked, and she removed the item from her shoulders.
She softly caressed her breasts, imagining the feel of Chris's hands on
them later that evening. They were very sensitive, and even her casual
caresses sent a tiny wave of pleasure through her.
She dropped her thumbs inside the pantyhose and panties, and pushed them
down to below her knees. She sat down on the bed and pulled them off her
legs. She then picked up the black fishnet hose from Chris's package and
carefully pulled on one and then the other. Standing up, she spent a minute
on each leg, carefully straightening the seams. "Why do these things drive
guys crazy?" she wondered, not for the first time.
The halter-top was the next item. She quickly figured out the fastener on
the collar and attached it around her neck. She smoother the cups of the
halter around her breasts and then reached behind her back to fasten the
catch. She had never worn a leather item like this before, and found she
liked the feel of the leather against her skin. The halter was relatively
low cut, and revealed a significant amount of cleavage. The black leather
straps from the halter up to the collar stood out against her tanned skin.
"This could be fun", she thought to herself.
She picked up the garter belt and fastened it around her waist, and then
spent several minutes fastening the garter straps front and rear to the
stockings. "Men" she muttered as the last strap got stubborn and refused to
fasten onto the stocking. At last it too snapped into place. She picked up
the thong and stepped into it, settling it into place on her hips.
The leather skirt then went around her waist. It zipped up one side,
although the zipper started more than a few inches from the bottom. From
her waist to the hem it was about twelve inches, and didn't cover very much
at all. She rotated the skirt around her waist, positioning the zipper at
the front of her right thigh. The slight slit on her skirt showed the top
of the stockings and a bit of thigh. "Chris will certainly appreciate
that", she thought to herself.
She sat down onto the bed and pulled first one boot and then the other on.
They fit perfectly, leading her to believe Chris had been snooping around
her clothing to determine her sizes. The boots had a good three-plus spiked
heel, and she stood carefully and took a few steps to get her balance
straight. She had a pair of four-inch heels that she sometimes wore, the
kind she referred to as her "do-me" heels, but she often didn't spend much
time walking in them - Chris usually took her straight to bed after only a
few minutes of her walking around him wearing them...
She looked again into the box and noticed she had missed two items. Two
black leather studded bracelets were in the bottom of the box, next to the
other box that Chris's letter had told her not to open. She picked up and
examined the two black leather wrist cuffs. They were studded with silver
squares around the inside, and had soft fabric on the inside. They had
smaller silver studs similar to the ones on the halter top she was wearing.
More interesting was that the fastening mechanism seemed rather intricate,
and it took a bit of work with both hands to get each one open. She
fastened one on each wrist.
She stood up from the bed and over to the full-length mirrors on the closet
doors. "Definitely a bad girl look," she thought to herself as she took in
her appearance. The high heels on the boots lifted her butt slightly into
the air, tightening her buttocks and leg muscles. They were high, but she
had worn this size before and could move reasonably well in them. "We
better not be going out dancing though!" she thought.
The halter clung tightly to her breasts, revealing and hiding her curves at
the same time. The halter fit snugly underneath her breasts, and revealed
her taut stomach and belly button, before the black miniskirt began. The
skirt barely covered her tush, and as she turned and lifted the back of the
skirt, she noted that the panty was more of a G-string in the back. The
fabric tapered quickly away from a few inches at the small of her back to
almost a string between her ass cheeks.
It needs something, however, she thought, and stepped over to her dresser.
She fumbled through her jewelry box for a minute and found the thick gold
hoop earrings. She fastened these into each ear, and then added a longer,
dangly-type golden earring to the second hole in her right ear. A further
search of her jewelry revealed the long golden chain she sometimes wore at
the beach, and she fastened it around her waist. It gleamed in the light
and hung loose on her hips, just above the top of the mini-skirt.
Lastly, she picked out a 16" gold chain and fastened it about her neck. The
bottom of the chain settled nicely just above her cleavage. A final check
in the mirror and she decided she had the outfit just about right. She
picked up a black hair scrungee from the dresser top and pulled her hair
into a soft ponytail behind her. It wasn't in Chris's instructions but it
seemed to fit the image. "All I need is a black leather biker jacket and I
could jump on the back of a hog" she thought to herself. "Screw that - I
could drive my own hog, and get Chris to ride on the back" she thought to
herself and laughed.
She applied a bit of blush, some mascara, and then found her reddest
lipstick. It was a vivid, bright red, and she applied it carefully to her
lips. Picking up a tissue, she blotted her lips and dropped the tissue into
the wastebasket. She smiled and blew a kiss to the leather-clad temptress
that looked back at her from the mirror. She had just applied red nail
polish the previous day and it seemed to fit in well with the image.
"Now for the next part of this fantasy," she thought.
Continued in Chapter 2: A Glass of Wine and Thou...
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