Fleetwood Frock 2

Fleetwood Frock 2
I hardly dared breathe!
Not, you understand, for fear of damaging the dress, which was far too well made with thick rich fabric, no, more the fear of damaging me, by cracking a rib or worse!
The bodice of the dress was very close-fitting, but the high waist was distinctly on the tight side. To make matters worse I was changing in the back of his car. Slipping out of my business skirt and blouse was easy enough but wriggling into this Italian designer number was proving a might tricky. I squirmed and struggled, breathing in as much as I could whilst reaching round to grasp the zip. Of course I had another nice frock with me but golly, if I hadn’t forgotten to iron it – and if one thing’s for certain, then it’s that this girl has standards! That left just this exquisite but somewhat outrageous and quite petite item – which in all honesty up to that moment had never seen the light of day although it had featured in my very limited and humble (!?) wardrobe for several months.
But here I was. All flustered up, wriggling about in the back of his car tugging at the zip which eventually found its way right up my back.
“Oh Amanda, look. We’ve just got time for a video. Why don’t you change into that nice dress for me?”
You’d think I’d learn, wouldn’t you?
I bleakly looked up at the sky which showed signs of fading in the next hour and anyway my tummy was rumbling with the promise of some nice dinner. So I obediently climbed into the back seat.
Stockings? These black business-style hold-ups will never do. Oh here’s some lacy top silky stockings in my travelling bag. But where’s my suspender belt?
With my dress zipped all the way up – good thing my mother was a contortionist in the travelling circus – I wriggled about some more to pull on my white suspender belt. Dearie me, I’m feeling faint – Oh yes, breathe girl!
More struggling, more wriggling and now I’m squeezing my toes into the severe points of my patent red stilettos, thinking, surely this is a bad idea, isn’t it? Finally with all the feminine and girlie details attended to… So, now what I wonder…
“Let’s go for a nice walk around the lake and I’ll film you.
What whilst I can hardly breathe, tottering along like a doll in these impossible heels whilst my tummy rumbles away…But I do as I’m instructed…
But what I hadn’t accounted for is the sudden awareness of the severe restriction around my upper body from the dress’s bodice giving way to a very naked feeling around my bottom and thighs as the breeze easily blows around up the wide flare of the dress – all quite unnerving but highly sensual and intimate at the same time. There’s really something about these type of intensely feminine and intimate sensations that nobody is in the slightest bit aware of as I walk around… it’s the reality of that feeling when I first saw this outrageous dress in the shop which is now creating quite a shocking effect on me. There are people about everywhere and I’m being filmed. I feel very much on show, extremely vulnerable and quite helpless. Wearing this dress creates a clear and dramatic image – an image of undeniable femininity – leaving me no option whatsoever than to become the total effect of this image – which I have to say I quite like! :)
Amanda x