The Sundress and Flowered Panties
The dress was a revelation I found tucked away on a clearance rack, a perfect secret weapon. It was a soft, lightweight cotton printed with a riot of tiny, delicate flowers in shades of blush pink, cream, and soft green. The cut was simple but devastatingly effective. The bodice was fitted, designed with a built-in shelf that offered just enough lift to make going without a bra not only possible but absolutely necessary. It had a row of tiny pearlescent buttons down the front, and I made the deliberate choice to leave the top two undone. This created a deep, inviting V-neck that framed the swell of my breasts, offering a tantalizing glimpse of the soft valley between them.
One perfect afternoon, with the house gloriously empty and silent save for the hum of the air conditioner, I decided it was time. I slipped the dress on, the cool fabric a whisper against my skin. Underneath, I wore only a pair of simple white cotton panties, trimmed with the same little flowers that adorned the dress. They were cut in a way that gave me a deep, defined slit down the middle, a seam that rested perfectly against the most sensitive part of me, a constant, subtle reminder of my own body. The feeling was intoxicatingly free. As I moved through the house, I was acutely aware of my body. With every step, I could feel the unrestrained bounce of my breasts, a gentle, hypnotic sway that was both natural and deeply sensual. My husband’s eyes followed me everywhere, his gaze a warm, physical touch. I couldn’t blame him; I knew exactly what he was seeing, and I loved it.
Every time I bent over to pick something up—a dropped pen, a wayward toy—I felt the shift. The weight of my breasts would cause them to hang and sway freely within the loose confines of the bodice. I was almost certain that with the right angle, the delicate fabric would part just enough to offer a peek of a tightening, dusky nipple. The thrill of that potential exposure, of the game we were playing, sent a current of excitement straight through me, and I could feel the seam of those pretty panties press against me as I grew wet.
I wandered into the bedroom, feigning domesticity as I gathered a pile of his clothes from the floor. I bent from the waist, knowing full well what the view from behind would be—the dress stretching tight across my hips, the hem riding up my thighs, and the front falling open to reveal my hanging breasts. I lingered in that position for a moment longer than necessary, feeling the air on my exposed skin.
I heard his soft footsteps on the carpet an instant before I felt him. His hands were firm on my hips, and then a gentle but insistent pressure on my upper back guided me forward. I let out a soft gasp as he pushed me face down onto the cool, smooth surface of the bedspread. My heart hammered against my ribs. He didn’t say a word. I felt the skirt of my dress being slowly, deliberately gathered and pushed up over my hips, exposing my backside and the thin strip of my flowered panties. His fingers hooked into the delicate fabric, pulling it to the side, baring me to him. The cool air on my wet, waiting heat was a shock. Then I felt the hard, thick head of him press against my entrance before he thrust into me in one deep, smooth stroke. A guttural moan escaped my lips as he filled me completely, his hips flush against my backside.
He began to move, a powerful, rhythmic pace that had the bedframe creaking softly in time with his thrusts, each one pushing a small sound of pleasure from my throat. His grip on my hips tightened, his movements becoming more urgent, more primal. I felt him swell inside me, and then a series of deep, powerful pulsations as he found his own release, the rhythmic spasms of his orgasm triggering a smaller, echoing one deep within me.
After what felt like an eternity of blissful abandon, he withdrew, leaving me feeling achingly empty. His hands were gentle now as he took my shoulders and guided me, turning me over onto my back. I lay there, breathless, my dress still bunched around my waist. He knelt on the floor, spreading my legs wide and draping them over his shoulders. Then, he lowered his head, disappearing completely under the canopy of my flowered sundress. The world went dark except for the sensation. I felt the hot, wet silk of his tongue trace a slow, deliberate line along my inner thigh before finding my most sensitive, swollen flesh. He licked me with an expert, focused intensity, his tongue circling and flicking in a way that made my toes curl and my back arch. I reached up, my hands disappearing under the dress to find my own breasts. I found a taut, pebbled nipple and squeezed it, rolling the sensitive bud between my fingers, the sharp pleasure mixing with the overwhelming sensations he was creating between my legs.
The pressure built rapidly, a tightening coil deep inside me. The scent of my own arousal filled the air, mingled with the clean smell of his hair. The sight of the sundress tented over his moving head, the feel of his mouth on me, the taste of my own breath as I panted—it was all too much. The coil snapped, and my orgasm crashed over me in a wave of intense, shuddering pleasure. I cried out, my body convulsing as the release washed through every nerve ending. He didn’t stop, his tongue relentless, drawing out the spasms until I was a trembling, spent heap on the bed.
Simply the best. The coil. It winds, it unwinds. Energy builds and releases. What a great image. That’s it precisely!
I love how you’ve fully embraced your femininity and deliberately present yourself an alluring focal point for your husbands attention. (Of course, he should present himself as the masculine reciprocal, but that’s not the point of this story)
Your descriptions are lovely and I very much enjoyed following along as he took you wordlessly then used his mouth to send you over the edge.
It’s a beautiful story and it made me smile this morning.
That was amazing to read Sabrina. You always write amazingly! The recognition of your own sexiness and sexual nature was beautiful and sexy. Teasing your husband as you wore the revealing sundress until he obviously had to have you was phenomenal too!
Him licking you clean right after filling your pussy is soooo erotic to me! Your description of your orgasm and a “tightening coil deep within,” was very creative and relatable.
We live with our daughter and her family so when they are all gone camping or something the empty housr is like a hotel resort room and we have wonderful lovemaking experiences then. So I get your point about it just being you n your husband home.
A cute little sundress is very sexy. Try no panties next time, your man will love it.
Sabrina, your descriptions of your clothes are always so vivid, especially of your panties. Just the sight of that word makes my balls fill instantly. Your writing makes it feel like we are in the room with you, delighting in your fashion sense.
Oh boy, that was so erotic! I adore your writing. Every story is a mini romance novel that gets my imagination active and eager. This one perfectly captured things I want to do if I'm married someday: wear sexy summer dresses and tease my husband until he bends me over and takes me!
I am in agreement with all the above.
You are truly a wordsmith, evoking imagery, and therewith feelings and memories in we the readers.
Superb job !
Lady L. ♥️♥️♥️
Sabrina, this was such a well written story reflecting the intimate love between husband and wife filled with raw passion. The way he took you without a word, the descriptions of clothing, scent and such was very well done. His lovingly cleaning up your creampie to give you the release you needed was the cherry on top of a fantastic, arousing story. I am sure I am not the only husband that gets extreme boners with your stories.
The MH picture is an aphrodisiac – doubly so – for this story. I projected my dear, lovely, and sexy Anne in your place, Sabrina. Thank you for painting this scene in my mind and bringing it alive anew in my memory.
Breasts swaying underneath a nightie. Mmmmmmmm
Oh my, you all have such wonderfully creative minds! Your comments have certainly inspired some new adventures with my husband.
NaughtyWife64, you understand that coil so well. Several weeks ago, I decided to wind it up myself. I laid my husband down, tied his hands, and straddled his face, lowering myself onto his mouth. I rode his tongue exactly how I needed it, grinding against him until that coil snapped and I came so hard I saw stars. He lives for those moments when I completely lose control.
KingdomMan, your comment about masculine and feminine reciprocity is perfect. Sometimes the power dynamic flips beautifully. I remember a time, I pushed my husband against the shower wall, dropping to my knees and taking him in my mouth until he was begging. Then I stood up, turned around, and backed onto him, controlling every movement until we both collapsed in ecstasy.
LovingMan, empty houses are our playground! One tome when the kids were away, I woke my husband with a slow, sensual massage that ended with my hands and mouth bringing him to the edge repeatedly before finally letting him release. Then he returned the favor, his fingers working magic until I was trembling and crying out his name.
Mrbrightside, your no panties suggestion is our normal state of being when we're feeling adventurous. I love surprising my husband by bending over in a short skirt with nothing underneath. His reaction is always immediate and delicious, leading to some of our most passionate encounters wherever we happen to be.
Romeo365, you'd love my lingerie collection then. My husband's favorite is this deep red lace set, but what he loves even more is when I wear it just for myself, parading around until he can't resist. There's something incredibly powerful about knowing I'm desired that way.
LovelyLonelyLady, sundresses are definitely our thing. I love wearing them… sometimes with nothing underneath… sometimes with cute panties… then "accidentally" letting the wind lift them when my husband's watching. His possessive response is always worth it, leading to some of our most memorable encounters.
Tutchh, your lovely comment reminds me of how my husband and I communicate without words sometimes. One night, I came home to find candles lit and massage oil waiting. He explored every inch of my body with his hands and mouth, bringing me to the brink again and again until I was begging for release.
texasman76, your comment about raw passion made me smile. Sometimes I'm the one who initiates, pointing to a spot in the room and watching my husband's eyes darken with anticipation. There's something incredibly hot about being in complete control of his pleasure.
SilverGold, how lovely that I could help you see your Anne in a new light. My husband and I have a tradition of anniversary roleplay where we explore different power dynamics. Last year, I was the dominant one, and he loved every minute of being completely at my mercy.
Bliss, your comment about swaying breasts reminded me of a time my husband woke me up by spooning behind me, his hands exploring until I was arching against him.
You all have me wondering what new adventures we should explore next… any suggestions where I'm the one in complete control?
“ any suggestions where I'm the one in complete control?”
How about:
As she reads explict publicatons on women in control during discreet
rendezvous, she gets caught by her supervisor as she is about to bring herself to orgasm. Fearing she will lose her job, he allays her fears as he explains that he reads the same literature, with exactly the same earth-moving results.
After a brief dicussion, they agree ro meet a number of times, secretly, to “act accordingly.”
His first assignment: Watch her. Now. Watch her finish what she started. Just watch. Then go home.
More to come…
Love the story bought my wife a nice sundress she now puts it on when she wants a fuck, had her outside once so easy access to her pussy.