Lingerie Surprise

Lingerie Surprise
By Kissa Starling
Cover Artist: Kissa Starling
Image: www.freedigitalphotos.net
www.kissastarling.com
© 2010 Kissa Starling

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

So many women these days have body issues. I dedicate this book to every woman out there who has learned to love her body despite its imperfections. –Kissa

“I love to wear lingerie. The problem is that men always rip it off too quickly. When
women are dolled up in lingerie they feel sexy. So let us wear it for five minutes.” ~ Karen McDougal



Moni guessed what was inside and couldn’t open the box quickly enough. The items represented a fantasy, her dream‐ a way to go sparkly diva all over her man. She peeled back the cardboard flaps and found pink and white tissue inside. Each treasure lay separately wrapped. She tore away the flimsy paper with zest. It was all there. They’d even included a thank you card ‐ how sweet.

Our lingerie + you= fun times. Thanks for your order Moni!

Time to prepare. The running water mixed with organic melon bath salts smelled wonderful. A splash of mint‐green liquid created creamy foam bubbles. Moni slid into the water and held her toe up to the faucet. Tepid water streamed down her leg; good thing the tub was full of hot water. A few twists and turns and ‘viola’ ‐ everything turned off. Fragrant steam surrounded her and bath soap touched beneath her chin.

She scrubbed every inch of her pearly white skin into a pink shade with the aid of her new loofah. Bath oils permeated the rough patches and turned them soft. A jazz number sang out from the radio. A gel mask retrieved from the refrigerator provided cool relief to her overworked tired eyes. Excitement turned to relaxation. Ahh. Time to get out.

Worries of the day disappeared down the drain with the tinted water. Mitch would be home soon. A leg propped on the edge of the tub made it easier to gloss her outer layer with a rose‐scented lotion. Her curves were a bit larger than when they first married. Just one more reason to get excited about the role‐play scene she’d planned. It had taken a while to find a site that specialized in plus‐sizes but it was marked in her favorites now. Hopefully tonight would be the first of many nights of banging in the boudoir.

It took four pins to pull her hair up away from her neck. A few dangling curls added to the romantic look. Her hairdresser swore she wasn’t grey yet but Moni knew silver strays intermingled with her auburn tresses. Nerves tingled when she held up the new thigh‐high stockings. These weren’t corner store, just what your Grandmama bought leg coverings. These were the bomb. The little red hearts said romance. Each toe nestled into the white gauzy fabric. The material stretched over her calves and onto her thighs without being tugged or pulled out of shape. She had tried lingerie from the Five and Dime but the tops of the hose always puckered and after one wearing the elastic came loose. These were a perfect fit!

The red bows at the top were a pretty accent. That should give Mitch something to hold on to as he peels them off with his teeth. She giggled. A pair of clear heels completed the look. She turned in front of the mirror to look at her uplifted behind.

Almost picture perfect. First one arm and then the other reached into the white cotton lab coat. One button was more than enough; it was a special occasion. Mitch was a tit man after all. The stethoscope lay around her neck and over her ample bosom. It took only a second to pin on the nametag‐ Dr. Anita Lay. He would get such a kick out of that. The black head‐band with the silver circle faux mirror attached proved to be the crowning touch.

Soft music played, candles burned, and brand‐spanking new silk boxers lay out on the bed‐ an extra surprise for Mitch. No tightie‐whities for him tonight.

A vehicle pulled up outside and a car door opened and closed. Ladies, take your positions. Moni smiled at the familiar line then struck a sexy pose against the wall with one leg bent and both arms above her head. She loved the way her breasts jutted out when she stood like this. The padding of Mitch’s loafers squeaked as he came up the walk. A key went into the lock. The door opened.

“Happy Birthday, baby!”

The dumbfounded look on Mitch’s face surprised her. He took a step into the foyer and that’s when she realized he wasn’t alone. His best friend Larry stood behind him and his wife Nancy waited on the stoop to come inside.

“Nancy. Larry. Nice to see you.”

Neither person spoke a word.

“Well, so sorry you can’t stay. We do appreciate you dropping by though.”

Moni pushed her long time friends out onto the lawn, slammed the door, and turned the deadbolt.

They made it to the stairs before Mitch threw her down and consumed her mouth with a kiss. She looked up with a breathless grin. “I love you.”

“I love you too, hun. Just one thing ‐ Larry and Nancy…”

“I’ll explain it to Nancy tomorrow. Don’t worry. They’ll understand.”

“Um, I drove them over here. They’re standing out there with no way home.”

“Dagnabbit. I’ll give you thirty minutes to get back. At that point it will be past your official birth time and your Dr. Anita visit will be cancelled.”

“But I need‐a‐lay!”

He ran out the door in a flash. Moni heard the tires squeal out of the driveway. Seconds later Mitch rushed through the door and grabbed her. “I threw the keys to Larry, let’s do this!”

Moni smiled. Just as I planned…

The End