Continuing the story of teacher Jenny and her ex-student Michael. Things really heat up as Jenny finally gets what she wants from her ex-student.
Chapter 4 – Dinner and "Coffee"
I had used the two days wisely, I hoped. I had been to the hairdressers in the morning of the day Michael was supposed to take me to dinner. My usually long, straight, mousey-brown hair had been extensively highlighted, and of course I kept it long, but I had had it styled into a gorgeous "Farrah Flick". If I say so myself, I thought it looked fantastic, although if we ever went swimming again it would be ruined. I had also had a professional Brazilian bikini wax. Ouch! But the end result was worth it.
I knew wanted to look my absolute sexy best for when Michael arrived. I'd found out at the beginning of the week (was it only that long, it seemed like we'd been seeing each other for much longer?), that Michael was a very visual person. So tonight I hoped to give him a real visual treat.
I bathed, cleansed, and moisturised very carefully, and then dabbed my favourite and most expensive perfume in several strategic places. My neck, wrists, under my breasts, between my breasts, and a dab in the small of my back. That done, I put my favourite girly CD in the player, and with the music playing softly in the background I sat at my dressing table to start putting on my makeup. This had to be spectacular, and I had watched several YouTube videos for inspiration beforehand. I loved to experiment with makeup, trying different looks and styles. To me, anybody who wore the same makeup and hair style day-in and day-out showed a distinct lack of imagination. I considered it as one of the great pleasures of being female - the ability to be a complete chameleon with some simple changes in clothing, hair, or makeup. I had never understood why anybody would want to look exactly the same every day, day-after-day, when it was so easy to "ring the changes" as the saying goes? It was like playing "dress-up" every day - a game I had played constantly as a child; raiding my mother's wardrobe, and clumping around in far-too-big high-heeled shoes. I just loved being female in that respect, and in a way I felt sorry for men generally, as they don't seem to have nearly the same amount of flexibility for changing their appearance as any woman with an imagination does. With some simple makeup, a plain girl could be transformed into an attractive one; and an attractive girl into a real stunner! I flattered myself into hoping I was in the latter category.
After some concealer, foundation and powder, so much lighter and easier to use these days than they used to be, I started with my eyes. I wanted an extremely dramatic smoky look, but with some colour. I went for purples, mauves and dark blues. My lids I did a very deep, almost black, purple that I extended out in a very wide flick to the side. Then along the crease-line I blended the purple into just a flash of navy blue. Then between this and my brows I put a pale mauve colour that extended out to meet and blend smokily with the wide flick of purple to the sides of my eyes. To add some excitement, I put the same blue I had used before in a thick line under my eyes to really make them stand out.
My eyeliner was a deep black kohl that I applied all around my eyes, a thick line on top blending softly into the purple on the top, but kept as a sharp distinct line just on the lash-line on the underside of my eyes inside the blue. Of course I went onto the waterline with my black kohl eyeliner to give that extra depth to the colours, and to make my eyes the focal point. At the inner corner of my eyes I extended the liner into a sharp point, and smudged the outside corner into the purple eye shadow to really give the strong and dramatic smoky effect that I was looking for. I finished it all off with a set of naturally shaped, but quite long, false lashes. These I blended into my own lashes carefully by adding several coats of mascara, allowing each coat to dry before adding the next, being extra-careful to avoid any ugly clumping.
My lips I lined carefully in a very dark purple that was almost black, then filled in with a deep metallic purple colour lipstick that was a nearly exact match for my eye shadow. Going almost, but not completely over the top of the liner gave my lips a distinct sharp edge that I was proud of, but also softened the otherwise harsh colour of the lip-liner. This was topped with a protective lip-gloss that I let dry very carefully so that hopefully my lipstick would stay put and not wear off too much during the meal. I made sure I had spare lipstick, lip liner, and gloss in my handbag - just-in-case. The final touches were a very subtle mauve blusher under my cheek bones, and a matching deep metallic purple nail polish on my fingers and toes. I was done, my makeup was very dark and very dramatic indeed, and I hoped Michael liked it. I wanted to take his breath away.
My jewellery I kept elegant and simple. Earrings were very long gold single chains, perhaps twelve full inches long, that dangled well past my jaw to rest down my bare shoulders half-way to my breasts. As a touch of the exotic, I slipped a gold-coloured slave-bangle up my right arm to fit tight around my bicep, and a slim black-velvet choker went around my neck, secured by a short gold chain and clasp at the back.
My makeup had taken me longer than I had expected, and suddenly I found I needed to hurry as time was getting on. I scurried off to quickly get dressed. I had my dress chosen already - I had previously sworn that Michael would never, ever see me in trousers - it was one of the several purchases I had made in London the other day. Underwear was to be my favourite black lace basque, strapless, and boned very tightly to bring my waist in as much as possible. I then hooked a pair of very sheer black lace-top stockings to the four slim suspenders that were dangled from the basque. I finished with tiny black lace g-string knickers that just covered my freshly trimmed pubic hair, making sure to wear them over, not under the suspenders of course, and my underwear was done. I went and got my brand new dress out of the wardrobe. It was a very soft, supple, matt-black leather strapless dress, that when I did up the back-zipper it hugged my body like a second skin. It was very tight-fitting indeed, with an extremely slim pencil-skirt, almost a hobble-skirt it hugged me so closely. It stopped just above the knee, so not exactly a mini-dress, but instead it had a zipper that ran up the skirt over the front of my right thigh. The zipper ran from the bottom edge of the skirt all the way up to almost hip-height, and allowed me to slide it as high or low on my leg as I wanted. It gave a little freedom of movement in the otherwise almost hobble-skirt, and I could then decide just how much leg to flash through the zipper-slit with each step.
I experimented walking towards the mirror a few times, and decided to open the skirt slit just high enough so that there was the very tiniest glimpse of lace stocking-top with each step. Then with the sound of Michael's car pulling up outside, I barely had time to put my new shoes on before I could hear him walking up the path to my front door. My shoes were also a London purchase, and were immediately my favourites. Simple black leather court shoes, or "pumps" as the American's like to call them, they had a slim ankle-strap and a full six-inch high needle-thin stiletto heel, with no trace of a platform. Taller than any heel I had ever worn before, they felt absolutely fantastic on. It gave me a thrill just sliding my feet into them and doing up the tiny buckle. I had never felt so utterly sexy as I threw a very sheer black tulle wrap around my shoulders, grabbed my little black leather clutch handbag and tottered down the stairs to the front door as Michael rang the bell. I had had to practice walking in these new shoes a little yesterday, but I had quickly got the hang of it, and they gave my hips and bottom a wonderfully sexy wiggle that I loved the feel of, and that I knew would look good too. I knew I would be wearing these shoes a lot in the future, I loved them so much.
