Comic Con ’17

I have been wanting to attend one of the Comic Cons for a while now. Finally, I had the chance. All excited I set out shopping for something in a costume shop to give me an idea on what I can dress up as. Halloween was around the corner and the shop was packed with all sorts of ‘sexy something’ costumes. I wasn’t able to find anything I could really use to create a comic book superhero. Dejected, I was about to leave when I noticed this really cute school girl costume on one of the mannequins. It wasn’t exactly superhero material, but I could use it as a base for some anime character. I could actually dress up for the Con.

As I swiped my card for the costume, it occurred to me that the costume was going to be used for more than just the Con. I almost giggled at the counter… and had an extra bounce to my step as I got to the car. My next stop was the lingerie store.

I gave you a call and asked if you could drop by my place after you are done shopping with your folks. You said you’d think about it. I didn’t think it might be possible for you to show up on a Friday… but I had to ask. Well, I could work on my costume after lunch… the skirt was too short for anime schoolgirls!

I decided to bake some cupcakes for you. Just a little surprise for tomorrow. Put them in the oven and whipped up a bucket of cream. Made a batch of chocolate sauce too. Stored them away. I would frost the cupcakes at night. Then I had a long soak in the tub… which took longer as I was ‘thinking’ about you. All freshly scrubbed and a little flushed from the exciting/relaxing soak I sit down to alter the costume. That’s when the doorbell rings.

I look through the peephole and it’s you. I am still wearing my bathrobe and feeling a bit naughty. I let my robe fall open loosely, showing off quite a bit of cleavage before I open the door.

One look at me and your eyebrows shoot up, you scoot in and you pull me away from the door and slam it shut. “Is this how you open the door for people?” “No… just for the cute guys.” “Shameless woman!”

You push me to the wall and whisper in my ear as you undo the robe, “I don’t want you wearing anything when you open the door for me. And when you are with me, not a stitch.” I manage to break free and back up a bit and tease you, “We’ll see about that.” I dash to the bedroom as you lunge to grab me and shut the door.