After letting a few tears fall she gathered herself and started opening the first package.
A beautiful blue gown, the colour blue was a deep one but not dark exactly. 'Oh.' She exclaimed, holding the gown up to herself having gotten up from the bed. It's the colour of the sea. Had he picked it out for that reason specifically?
Looking up to the ceiling she blinked a couple of times, trying to swallow further tears. Anna had done such a amazing job with her make-up she didn't want to ruin it.
Getting a clothes hanger from the wardrobe she put the gown on it then hanging it on the wardrobe's door. The dark wood making the dress pop with colour.
Next she opened a box she thought had underwear in it, thinking that if she was correct and it was red underwear she wouldn't open any more of her presents. She wanted him with her for that. She wanted him with her always.
She was correct. Her heart pounding, heat rising, with slightly shaking hands she lifted the red bra from it's box. A beautiful dark red, not as deep red as wine but close enough. The bra was completely covered in embroidered flowers that seem to make up the material of it.
Placing her new bra in the lid of the box she took up a small pair of knickers, in the same shade. It too was embroidered with flowers but only on the sides, the rest a shiny soft silk.
Another hint of red, there was a third item in the box. A garter. A band of frilly ruffles, she would be so aware of wearing it, a constantly reminder she was wearing sexy red underwear, how would she get through dinner? Oh Charles you sly fox.
Putting the three red items back into it's box she gathers the rest and puts them on the chair next to their bedroom mirror, carefully stacking them. She stood in front of the looking glass and undid her robe. After taking of her white night gown, standing in just knickers she realises the curtains are still open. Holding her night gown up to herself she closes them tight shut.
'Oh my.' Elsie blurted out looking at herself in the mirror in amazement.
Her legs in sheer black stocking, the left, the garter halfway up her thigh, then pale skin up to tightly fitting knickers, they gave her body wonderful lines, so womanly, the embroidered bits covering her hip bones.
She turned around and looked back over her shoulder at her back reflected in the mirror. Her bottom was round but not big, well maybe a little big but firmly so. The silk barely covered it, the top very low down on her back, and what it did cover was still very much on display.
But I have a good bum, she thought. Considering my age. She was more concerned, turning back around, by her stomach. Instead she gazed at her bra, it was definitely her favourite. She could not deny that she had rather nice full breasts, and in this deep red piece of art, never in her life had she worn something so fancy, so fine, they looked spectacular.
