The Dress

Stripped For Florida: The Dress

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The Dress

by Willie B Florida
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I first saw her in the art studio downtown. She was helping mix slip for one of the potters. It was her bright enthusiasm that first attracted my attention. She seemed much younger than she looked -- and I mean that in the best way.

"Right, Dad, you just think kids can't do anything!" Timmy complained.

"Oh, she was very competent, that's for sure."

"Exactly, you were surprised she could actually help out."

"I've observed that as kids get older they tend to want to downplay their enthusiasm. She wasn't like that; she was eager and happy and asking questions. She was totally engaged. That's what I noticed first. A second later I noticed her dress. It was a light cotton summer shift. Her shoulders were bare except for two thin little straps. The hem of her dress didn't even come down as far as the studio apron she was wearing. Her legs seemed really long. I realized I couldn't really tell how old she was. After that I started dropping by the art studio to catch a glimpse of her."

"How old were you, Dad?" Sonia asked. She was two years older than Timmy's 14.

"I was in tenth grade -- 16 years old; your age, Sonia -- and it turns out that she was only 12. That may not seem like a lot, but . . . "

"I think it's a big age difference," blurted Sandy. She had just turned 8 years old and 12 seemed like a long way off.

"Thank you, Sandy," her Dad interjected, "it did seem like a big age gap to me at the time. I didn't feel like I should be so attracted to her."

"There you go again," admonished Timmy. "You think kids aren't even human beings!"

"She always wore the same dress. I don't know if it's the only one she owned, or if it was the one she always wore to the studio."

"I've never worn a dress; you know that, right?"

"Yes, Sandy, I'm quite aware of that. Her dress was blue and white, thin cotton fabric, almost see through. Believe me, I tried to see through it. But I swore that dress was getting shorter. Her legs seemed to get longer every week. But the amazing thing is what happened next."

"All this about a dress? How do you even remember this from back when you were a teenager?" Timmy griped, "Didn't anything more important happen in your life?"

"Oh, it was important. Among other things I learned a lot about pottery. But, back to the dress. I came in one day and that dress was not only shorter, but someone had altered it so that it was held together by little fabric ties all up each side. I mean someone had slit that dress into two halves, front and back, and only those tempting little ties were holding it together.

"You mean like those bikini ties that look like you should just pull them and the suit will fall off? Timmy asked, his voice brighter now.

"Timmy!" Gasped his older sister.

"Well, that's what they look like," the boy insisted.

"Like those," agreed his father, "all up both sides of the dress. Maybe five on each side."

"That's a lot of strings to untie, dad," Timmy observed.

"True, and I wasn't going to try. But that dress was so short and the strings added to the skimpy feeling of the outfit. But, I didn't have to wait long. A week later and there were only three ties on each side, and this time they were done up differently. There was skin showing now. The strings were tied more loosely and I could see that she wasn't wearing a stitch underneath. No underwear, for sure."

"I've never worn underwear, either, Dad," Sandy insisted.

"Yes, honey, and you never will," her father agreed, "but for me this was very exciting. Girls were never this close to being naked when I was growing up, and this was one serious cutie!"

"You mean, you could just see her skin?" Timmy asked.

"Exactly!" his dad replied. "At this point I could barely contain myself, but she seemed oblivious to the whole thing. She laughed and told stories and pounded clay and mixed glazes and did all the other heavy work around the studio. All this time I thought she barely noticed me, but I was wrong. Turns out she had a crush on me from day one."

"Wow!" exclaimed Timmy.

"Really! How would you know?" Sonia inquired skeptically.

"You talked to her?" Sandy asked.

"I did," her father confirmed. "But I wasn't as daring as she was."

"What do you mean," Sonia asked.

"I would have liked to have walked across the room, pulled those strings and said some incredibly cool, sexy line that would have her just fall into my arms. But I was still struggling with the fact that perhaps I shouldn't be so turned on by a girl so much younger than me . . ."

"There you go again," Timmy said with exasperation.

" . . . and, well, I just wasn't that daring," he went on, ignoring his son's remark. "My first clue that she was aware of my existence was when a woman came by the studio who bore a striking resemblance to the girl of my desires. Turns out it was her mom. 'You must be Derek," she says looking right at me. My feet nearly bonded permanently to the floor. My tongue became totally useless. 'I'm taking you home with me today. Your mother has approved.' "

"How'd she know your name?"

"How did she know your mother?"

"Good questions, but for the moment I found myself in the back seat of their car."

"I'm Derek," I managed to croak.

"I know, silly," she giggled. "You don't know my name, do you?"

"Um . . . "

"That's okay. You're going to have dinner with us."

"At that point I would have let her eat me for dinner, my life happy and fulfilled just sitting next to her. Her dress was so short by now that she couldn't get out of the car without flashing me a glimpse of her perfect backside. But I needn't have worried. As soon as we got inside her mother was all business."

"Here, honey, give me that ridiculous dress . . . no, wait. Derek, you've probably been dying to pull those strings haven't you? Well don't be shy," she prodded, "Come here."

"Oh man," Timmy gasped.

"You see naked girls everyday, Timmy," his older sister chided. "Why does this intrigue you so much?"

"Shut up, Sonia! It just does, okay."

"I did the honors and pulled each of the side ties, and then, in a flash of daring pulled the knots that held the shoulder straps. The thin fabric slipped off her body, and there she was."

"What happened then?" Timmy wanted to know.

"Do you still know her?" Sonia asked.

"He sure does!"

"Mommy! You're home!" Sandra ran across the room and threw herself into her mother's naked embrace.

"Well, we had dinner," their father concluded.

"And then some, " their mother added.

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