creating a pleated effect for the short skirt.
“It’s cute,” I say, wondering why Mason is dressing me up in what I would term a sexy dress.
He turns to me and unties the belt of the robe I’m wearing, sliding his hands in to cup my bottom in his palms. I wrap my arms around his neck and lean up against him.
“Don’t wear a bra,” he tells me. “Your breasts are perfect. They won’t notice.”
I wasn’t sure how I was going to wear one anyway since there isn’t really a back to the dress. Mason lets me go and leans down to pick up a pair of nude colored thong bikinis. He kneels in front of me and holds them out for me to step in to.
“I might as well wear nothing down there either,” I say, only seeing a small patch of lacey fabric in the front and two strings holding the panties together around the waist and back. “What exactly are you trying to do? Make me into a tempting treat for Chandler’s eyes just to see how he’ll react?”
Mason grins. “No nothing that diabolical.”
Mason stands to raise the panties up to around my hips. He then helps me into my dress and makes me sit down on the side of the bed to slip slim metallic high heel sandals on my feet.
He holds out my heavy black coat for me to put on because the dress he picked is really more suited for summer than winter. It might be L.A. but it’s still only February. Even California isn’t immune to the chill of winter in the evening.
Mason holds a bent arm out to me.
“Ready?” He asks.
“Yes,” I say taking his arm but still suspicious of Mason’s motives in dressing me so provocatively.
In an instant, I find myself standing outside the Koi restaurant. The entrance has various potted bamboo plants scattered around, a Buddha head mounted against a wall and lit candles leading the way to the door.
“They might be inside already,” Mason suggests. He kisses me on the lips lightly and opens the door for me. “Go on in.”
“Ok, I’ll call you when I’m ready to leave,” I tell him.
Mason just smiles and waits for me to go inside the restaurant, closing the door behind me.
When I walk in, the hostess asks me the name of my party and I tell her Chandler Cain’s. She smiles brightly at me from the name recognition and asks me to follow her. She tells me they are seated in what they term the back patio section of the restaurant. I see Chandler sitting in one of the U-shaped dark green leather booths. The booths are butted up against the inner wall which is decorated with an array of bamboo shoots. A man with dark brown hair and a woman with blonde hair sit across from him with their backs to me as I approach.
Chandler excuses himself from his parents and stands to meet me half way to them.
“Hey sweetie,” he says to me. He rubs his cheek against mine like he’s kissing me but doesn’t. “Let me help you out of your coat.”
Chandler steps behind me as I unbutton the coat and let him slip it off my shoulders.
I hear Chandler take in a sharp breath behind me when he sees what I’m wearing. He clears his throat and holds his arm out to me and escorts me to the table to meet his parents.
Chandler’s father steps out of the booth when we approach. He’s a handsome man with an open, friendly face and smile. He looks a lot like Chandler, or I guess it’s really Chandler who favors his father.
“Dad, this is Jess. Jess, this is my dad, Paul Cain.”
I hold my hand out to Mr. Cain and he shakes it firmly, not treating me like I’m fragile just because I’m a woman, which I appreciate.
“Nice to finally meet you, Jess. We’ve heard a lot about you from Chandler.”
Mr. Cain turns to the woman in the booth. “I would like to introduce you to my wife, Beth.”
Chandler’s mother smiles brightly at me seeming to truly be happy to finally meet me.
“I wasn’t sure if Chandler was ever going to introduce us to you,” Mrs. Cain tells me with a lilting laugh. “I thought he might be embarrassed by us or
“It’s cute,” I say, wondering why Mason is dressing me up in what I would term a sexy dress.
He turns to me and unties the belt of the robe I’m wearing, sliding his hands in to cup my bottom in his palms. I wrap my arms around his neck and lean up against him.
“Don’t wear a bra,” he tells me. “Your breasts are perfect. They won’t notice.”
I wasn’t sure how I was going to wear one anyway since there isn’t really a back to the dress. Mason lets me go and leans down to pick up a pair of nude colored thong bikinis. He kneels in front of me and holds them out for me to step in to.
“I might as well wear nothing down there either,” I say, only seeing a small patch of lacey fabric in the front and two strings holding the panties together around the waist and back. “What exactly are you trying to do? Make me into a tempting treat for Chandler’s eyes just to see how he’ll react?”
Mason grins. “No nothing that diabolical.”
Mason stands to raise the panties up to around my hips. He then helps me into my dress and makes me sit down on the side of the bed to slip slim metallic high heel sandals on my feet.
He holds out my heavy black coat for me to put on because the dress he picked is really more suited for summer than winter. It might be L.A. but it’s still only February. Even California isn’t immune to the chill of winter in the evening.
Mason holds a bent arm out to me.
“Ready?” He asks.
“Yes,” I say taking his arm but still suspicious of Mason’s motives in dressing me so provocatively.
In an instant, I find myself standing outside the Koi restaurant. The entrance has various potted bamboo plants scattered around, a Buddha head mounted against a wall and lit candles leading the way to the door.
“They might be inside already,” Mason suggests. He kisses me on the lips lightly and opens the door for me. “Go on in.”
“Ok, I’ll call you when I’m ready to leave,” I tell him.
Mason just smiles and waits for me to go inside the restaurant, closing the door behind me.
When I walk in, the hostess asks me the name of my party and I tell her Chandler Cain’s. She smiles brightly at me from the name recognition and asks me to follow her. She tells me they are seated in what they term the back patio section of the restaurant. I see Chandler sitting in one of the U-shaped dark green leather booths. The booths are butted up against the inner wall which is decorated with an array of bamboo shoots. A man with dark brown hair and a woman with blonde hair sit across from him with their backs to me as I approach.
Chandler excuses himself from his parents and stands to meet me half way to them.
“Hey sweetie,” he says to me. He rubs his cheek against mine like he’s kissing me but doesn’t. “Let me help you out of your coat.”
Chandler steps behind me as I unbutton the coat and let him slip it off my shoulders.
I hear Chandler take in a sharp breath behind me when he sees what I’m wearing. He clears his throat and holds his arm out to me and escorts me to the table to meet his parents.
Chandler’s father steps out of the booth when we approach. He’s a handsome man with an open, friendly face and smile. He looks a lot like Chandler, or I guess it’s really Chandler who favors his father.
“Dad, this is Jess. Jess, this is my dad, Paul Cain.”
I hold my hand out to Mr. Cain and he shakes it firmly, not treating me like I’m fragile just because I’m a woman, which I appreciate.
“Nice to finally meet you, Jess. We’ve heard a lot about you from Chandler.”
Mr. Cain turns to the woman in the booth. “I would like to introduce you to my wife, Beth.”
Chandler’s mother smiles brightly at me seeming to truly be happy to finally meet me.
“I wasn’t sure if Chandler was ever going to introduce us to you,” Mrs. Cain tells me with a lilting laugh. “I thought he might be embarrassed by us or
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