“So do you like it?” She asked.

Like it? She thought as she could feel her skin flush and a warm blush touch her cheeks.

It was beautiful… pure silk. It had delicate stitching around the bust but most of it was just wisps of the finest softest semitransparent silk she had ever touched, much less worn. And the matching panties were equally exquisite and comfortable. Even the thong back resting snuggly between her cheeks was not uncomfortable. She had never worn a thong before. She wondered what lingerie like this cost. She had no idea, though she knew Victoria Secret’s was out of her price range and she suspected this little set was several quality levels beyond VS.

“Its wonderful.” She whispered as she looked up into the deepest green eyes glowing in the soft firelight.

“Let me see.”

She shuffled her feet awkwardly in the high heels as she slowly turned in response to the finger gesture waving her around.

“Mmmmmm…. Better than even I expected dear. You look incredible.”

She blushed as she once again faced the woman who had so suddenly, and powerfully swept into her life. She wasn’t sure if it was the compliment or the fact that she was standing in front of this woman she barely knew wearing barely anything.

Earlier that day she had been shivering cold holding the stop sign while her road crew slowly moved along the state highway filling in pot holes from the latest bout of snow and freezing weather. She was admittedly not paying too much attention when the black Mercedes coupe screeched to a halt but too late to avoid hitting her and sending her flying to the pavement.

It all happened so suddenly. One minute she was snuggling deeper into her parka and hoping the last forty minutes of the day would go by quickly and the next she was face down on the hard pavement with an ache in her left thigh and shin where the car's bumper and left fender had hit her. As she lay face down on the pavement, she opened her eyes and she was struck by the stark contrast between the scuffed steel-toed work boots and jeans, similar to her own, of her team foreman and the soft leather and thin spiked heel of a pair of black Italian pumps as her coworkers and the driver of the vehicle checked on her condition.

Ten minutes later she was in the passenger seat of that same Mercedes basking in the warmth and relaxeing into the heated soft leather seats as the driver, despite her protests that she was okay, took her to see a doctor. The ache in leg was already nothing but a dull throb.

An hour later Miss S’s personal physician had confirmed only superficial bruising and a few scratches. He didn’t even prescribe her aspirin, and really, the pain was all but gone.

Two hours later she walked into most exclusive restaurant in the city with the most beautiful and sophisticated woman she had ever met who insisted she call her “E.” She was dressed in a brand new dress, hose, lingerie and shoes from Nordstrom. The ensemble cost twice her weekly paycheck. “E” had insisted that the new clothes, a quick makeover, and a nice dinner was the least she could do after “recklessly running her down.”

Five hours later after a delightful meal, fine wine and comfortable conversation during which she explained how she worked the road crew twice a week to help pay her post-graduate tuition, she agreed with E that it was too late for her to make the drive to her home on the other side of the city. E explained that her house was minutes away and had several empty bedrooms.

More than six hours later, after several more glasses of wine, she stood uncertainly in her new Italian heels and asked E about the sleeping arrangements.

E smiled and suggested that they get changed for bed and then she would show her her room. In the huge bath suite E handed her several parcels. Opening the boxes and removing the tissue revealed a beautiful babydoll nightie and matching panties, and a pair of tall soft high heeled slippers.

Now here she stood. Seven hours after she had stood on the lonely state highway in the bone chilling cold, blushing as she could feel E’s twinkling emerald eyes on her, and basking in the soft warm glow of the bedroom fire place.

“How do the slippers feel?”

“I’ve never worn slippers with a heel.”

The beautiful tall red head smiled and gently touched her hand to her shoulder as she brought her soft lips to Donna’s ear. She could smell the sweet musk of her perfume and felt her warm breath on her ear as she whispered, “Sweetie, tonight I think I’m going to show you a lot of things you have never done.”



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Daz3d->Reality->Lux with a V4 model.

