Auggie let himself into Annie's guesthouse with the recently gifted key. He hung his coat up and listened for any movement from the room. What he heard struck him as odd.
"What are you wearing?" he asked in a not-particularly-provocative way.
"How in God's name can you tell I am wearing anything?" she asked feeling caught red-handed.
"It sounds like a prom dress, all taffeta and crinoline," he looked very confused.
"I found my dress from Danielle's wedding, I was wondering if it still fit," she shrugged and the puffy sleeve slid even further off her shoulder.
"Does it?' he asked as he made his way over to her.
"It is actually a little big," she took his hands and placed them on her taffeta-covered waist.
"What color is it?" his voice took on that deep quiet tone he used when he touched her and she was momentarily distracted.
"Plum," she sounded shaky as he traced the front of the bodice to reveal the neckline and skimmed his fingers along the flesh there.
"I bet you were beautiful," his words washed over her as his lips followed his fingers along the neckline.
"No one looks beautiful in a bride's maid dress," she reasoned as she threaded her fingers through his hair and held him close.
"I have always wanted to make-out with a bride's maid," he murmured against her skin.
She laughed as he walked her back towards the bed. She flounced back on to the mattress and he reached for her legs, but couldn't find them.
"Wow that is a lot of layers of stuff," he remarked as he felt along the mounds of material.
"Designed to protect the bride's maids from the groom's men I guess," she encouraged him to move up her body, the dress was a lost cause.
Annie was content to lay there kissing him for a very long time, but eventually the dress had to come off.
"How do I? Where's the….?" Auggie was running his hands all over her looking for the way out of the dress.
"Hold on," she rolled over on her stomach and he slid his hands along her back until he found the tiny little hook and eye at the top of the zipper.
"How did you get into this by yourself?" he asked as he attempted the miniscule fastening.
"I just slid it over my head, told you it was a little big," she moaned as his fingers moved against her skin, finally freeing her and lowering the zipper to the base of her spine.
"What prompted this little trip down memory lane?" Auggie asked as his lips replaced his hands on her smooth back.
"Danielle is hoping to sell the house eventually; I need to do something with all my stuff. I got as far as this. At this rate I should be ready to move out by the time I'm forty," she relished the slow gentle way he was seducing her.
"Well if everything you discover results in us naked it's OK with me," he commented as she heard him pull off his shirt.
His hands and lips were replaced by the warmth of his bare torso against her back, as he stretched out along her, kissing her neck.
The End