I Tried to Make a Sexy Entrance and Got Stuck to the Bedroom Curtain

Mara had bought the dress because she wanted her girlfriend to stop mid-sentence and look at her. Four years together, both in their thirties, and she still loved being the reason Ellis forgot what she was saying. It was very tight, very dark and there was nothing under it.

After their anniversary dinner, Mara changed in the spare room. Dress, sheer wrap, broad bracelet. She looked good, and she knew it. This was going to be a very successful walk through a doorway.

"Ready?" Ellis called.

"Be patient."

"I'm being incredibly patient for someone you've told to wait on a bed."

Mara smiled at the mirror, and made her entrance.

The bracelet caught the curtain

For two seconds, everything worked. Ellis looked up, and her smile changed. "Oh. Come here."

Mara took a step. Something tugged her wrist. The bracelet's fastening had caught the loose curtain beside the doorway. She tried to move her arm discreetly, and the curtain came with it. She moved back. Still attached.

Now she was standing in a very tight dress, holding enough fabric to redecorate the room.

Ellis tilted her head. "Is that part of the outfit?"

"Not originally."

Mara tried a pose, with one hand on her hip and the other unable to leave the window area. "Don't laugh yet," she said.

"I'm not."

"Your face is getting ready."

Ellis lost it. Mara lasted another second. "Help me, you cow."

Ellis got up, held the fabric steady and gently peeled it off the fastening. She took her time. She was standing very close, and she'd noticed what was missing from under that dress, and she wasn't saying anything about it, but her thumb had started moving on the inside of Mara's wrist.

"I was trying to be fucking seductive," Mara said.

"You were. Then the house got involved."

Ellis wanted another look

Mara took off the bracelet and put it in a drawer, and thought about going out and starting again. Ellis caught her hand.

"Stay here. Turn around."

She did, slowly this time, safely away from anything hanging off the walls. Ellis sat back down on the edge of the bed, and looked exactly how Mara had hoped she would.

"There," she said. "That's the dress."

"You noticed it under the curtain?"

"I noticed it right away. I was waiting for you to finish bringing the room with you."

Mara stepped between her knees. Ellis put her hands on her waist and slid them slowly down, and then, finding out for sure what she'd suspected, she looked up with a very filthy smile.

"You don't have to make it look effortless," she said. "I like the effort."

"Good. That ship has very publicly sailed."

The wrap landed on the chair. The dress took some getting out of, and Ellis was in no hurry to help. Her mouth was busy, and Mara's knees gave out well before the zip did. This time, nobody attached anything to the building, although she did grab hold of the curtain again at one point, and it very nearly came down.

A week later, Mara found a drawing on her pillow. Ellis had sketched the dress, the bracelet and a wildly exaggerated curtain sweeping behind her. Underneath, she'd written: "Best-dressed woman in the room. Most of the room included."

The bracelet stayed in the drawer. Some accessories just can't be trusted around a woman with plans.

Another date, another interruption

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