Page 66 of Bedroom Therapy

With a rising sense of excitement, she thought about what she was going to wear. The robe he’d bought her was one possibility. But because she wanted to put her own stamp on the encounter, she thought about what clothing she’d brought with her. Not a lot to work with, unfortunately. But she did have a few things that might work.

Shucking off her dress, she began opening drawers, looking for the white camisole top she’d bought in one of the shops along Main Street.

It was thin cotton, with ribbons running through the straps and lace at the top and bottom edges, and she’d planned to wear it under a sweater.

Now she pulled off her shirt and bra and tried it on alone.

By itself, it looked both demure and very provocative. She could see her nipples clearly through the dainty fabric, and also see that they were already tight with excitement. Just getting ready to seduce Zach was turning her on.

And she imagined he’d felt the same way last night as he’d transformed her bedroom from beach house to bordello.

Okay, now she had half of a very scanty outfit. But she needed something to wear on the lower part of her body. Of course, that could simply be her scantiest bikini panties. But she had something she thought would be much better.

As a kind of gag present when she’d started the Dear Esther column, Beth had sent her a white garter belt and white silk stockings. At the time, she’d laughed and stuffed them into a drawer. Now she pulled them out and held them up.

Feeling very decadent, she pulled off her panties and threw them on top of the knit top and bra she’d discarded. Then she fastened the garter belt around her middle, rolled the stockings up her legs and attached them to the hanging garters. It seemed indecent to wear the garter belt and stockings with nothing else on the lower part of her body. But it gave her a wicked sense of pleasure to do it anyway.

Not simply her own pleasure. She was anticipating the look on Zach’s face when he saw her.

Something was missing, she decided, then realized she needed shoes. Strappy little white high heels seemed the perfect choice.

She was already wearing the makeup she’d put on that morning. She toned it down a little, fluffed up her hair, put her discarded clothing into the closet, and lighted some of the candles that still sat on the dresser.

With her preparations completed, she inspected herself in the mirror, smiling as she decided that she looked like she’d stepped out of an old-time New Orleans cathouse. The notion made her feel very naughty and very aroused.

Showtime!

Clearing her throat, she walked to the door and opened it a few inches.

“Zach, can you come here for a minute?” she called out.

“What is it?” his muffled voice came from within his room.

“I need you to help me with something. In the bedroom.”

“Just a minute.”

She waited with her heart pounding. It felt like centuries before she heard his door open and footsteps cross the hall.

She was standing behind the door when he stepped into the room.

“Amanda?”

“Right here,” she answered, pushing the door closed with the flat of one hand.

“What are you doing?”

“I guess we’ll both find out.”

He turned to look at her, his eyes widening as he realized she was wearing only a lacy camisole, garter belt and stockings.

Stepping to the side, she turned off the overhead light, darkening the room, except for the muted lamp in the corner and the candles.

“What are you doing?” he asked again, this time in a strangled voice.

“Hoping that turnabout is fair play. Last night you showed me one of your fantasies. I’d like to return the favor.”

With more boldness than she felt, she crossed the few steps that separated them, then twined her arms around his neck and brought her face close to his, swallowing his strangled exclamation with a small kiss.

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