The moment she heard the sound of the door locking Louisa's body sprung into action. Jack wouldn't be long getting his things and coming back. This would be their last few hours together and she wanted to do something that neither of them would forget.
She hopped over to her bag and almost ripped the zip open. Standing there in her underwear she desperately dug for some of the clothes that she knew were in the bottom of the bag. Louisa lifted it out in piles and dumped it onto the top of the dresser until she found what she was looking for. She had already laid out items that she'd been intending to put on after showering. But the ones she'd been looking for weren't just everyday underwear. They were more... delicate.
When she'd gone to her friend's wedding Louisa had made sure she'd taken a couple of sets of better underwear. Although she'd gone to the wedding with every intention of looking good; it was never her intention for anyone to see her in the underwear and nothing else. Louisa felt they just looked much better under her good dresses and she always made sure she had a couple of sets of something a little bit more special. Even if she only needed one it was still better to keep her options open.
There was a full set of black and a full set of white staring her in the face. With the draw of a breath she decided to go for the black ones. The set was packed all together in a little zip top bag so when she'd found one part of it she had all of it. The cellophane packet crackled in Louisa's hand as she threw it like a Frisbee over to the bed.
After quickly packing the spilled clothes back into her bag she bounded back over to the bed and with a sense of desperation tore open the clear plastic bag. Louisa yanked out the suspender belt and unclipped the hooks. With lightning fast hands she wrapped it around the slimmest part of her waist and clipped the hooks back together again. She straightened it out before pushing it down onto her hips.
Delicate floral-like shape were sown into the sheer black material. It's patterns became as clear as day when struck by the perfect light. The deep waist cinchier came so high up on her belly so that her belly button merely peeked over the top of the beautifully embroidered trim. The belt was also made with a thick with material that was padded to make it more comfortable to wear. Skirting around it's whole lower edge was a see-through lace trim. The delicate gossamer-like material it was silky and smooth.
Next she grabbed the packet with the brand new stockings in them. Feeling the needed to put some effort into it tearing open the bag Louisa braced herself. As she ripped into it the pack opened more easily than she expected and they accidentally slipped out onto the bed. Louisa unfurled both of them and delicately draped one over the bed as she prepared to put on the other one.
Taking the lacy tops in between the thumbs of both hands she used her fingers hank them up until she could clutch the gap for the heel. Putting her left foot onto the bed she put it her toes in first. She pulled it tight to her toes and hooked it over her heel like putting on a sock. Louisa then pulled it all the way up her soft clean legs with a back and forth motion until she felt the soft silicone rim against the inside of her thigh. When she got it to the top Louisa straightened it out before hooking on the front clip to hold it up.
She grabbed the other stocking and did the same thing with her other leg. When Louisa stood up clear of the bed she yanked up the backs of both stockings to straighten them before twisting her body from one side and then the another to hook on the rear straps. They stretched around the sides of her hips before cupping under bum.
Looking up she glared through the wall as if I had X-ray vision. Louisa could only imagine how well Jack was getting on with what little packing up he had to do. But she didn't have time to worry. She had to get the rest of the outfit on before he came back.
Louisa grabbed the silky black panties and stepped into them before pulling them up. She made sure she didn't get her fingers hooked in the delicate straps of the belt. The panties were smaller than the ones that what she normally wore but they was still substantial than some non-existent G-string.
Finally there was the bra. It had been ages since Louisa had worn it and she'd almost forgotten how much it lifted her breasts.
It took a few deep breaths for her to compose herself as she wondered what to do next. Louisa had to almost take a bow to look at herself in the mirror of the dressing table. She would have to redo her makeup after the shower before Jack got back and if she had enough time she'd find her shoes as well.
The first thing Jack had done was lay out clean clothes on the bed. Before getting fully dressed he'd begun to pack up every he had laying around. Jack had been living out of his cases so there wasn't much to tidy anyway. He hadn't seen the point of unpacking for just a two nights stay. As hurriedly as he could he stuffed everything back into his suitcases. Neither of them had been packed to the brim so it didn't matter that they were a mess because everything still fitted in.
It was only once he'd got everything packed away that he finally put on his favourite jeans and best black shirt. He left the top two buttons undone as his skin was still a little clammy after the shower. Perhaps the shirt was overkill; but he didn't want to put on the same kind of thing that he'd been wearing last night. Jack wanted to impress Louisa as much as he could in their last few hours together. He was trying to come up with some kind of a plan to see her again but nothing seemed realistic. He'd have to find a way. They'd find a way.
Before tying on his shoes he threaded his belt through the loops of his best jeans. The very last thing he'd done was pick up the can of deodorant he'd got last Christmas. Jack had kept it out because he couldn't decide whether to use it or not. In the end he didn't bother because he'd just shower anyway. Besides, the smell of the deodorant wasn't all that great. Jack simply packed it into the side pocket of his small bag.
He took one last look around the room. The bed was still perfect since he hadn't even slept in it last night. Everything was perfect as well. Untouched really. Jack wondered for a moment if he should mess up the bed to pretend it had been slept in; but decide not to.
Wasting no more time he grabbed both his suitcases. Letting the door lock behind him for the last time he crossed the corridor to Louisa's room. Jack knocked on the door and waited a moment.
She hadn't shouted out to acknowledge him and he was about to knock again when the door clicked. Jack pushed it open to see only the glimpse of her silhouette disappearing back into the room. Louisa still hadn't said a word. With a suitcase in either hand he carefully pushed the door open with his shoulder and placed his bags just inside.
As Jack walked into the room he began to speak, "Are you oka..." Upon seeing what she was wearing he stopped only a single letter away from finishing his question. enhanced
Jack could see the nervousness in her face. He could even see the slight tremble of her chest as she exhaled a shaky deep breath. Jack looked at the expressions on her face for a moment before fully examining what she was wearing. Despite having explored each other's bodies; what she was now wear accentuated every curve of her body to the Nth degree.
