This time she decided she would wear the dress, this would be her statement to Charlie, this would be her telling him that she was his.Back downstairs... she prepared their meal, setting out the table complete with candle, she wanted this to be their special moment.She heard the front door open, Charlie called out.“In the dining room,” she replied.Hayley had carefully positioned herself to be facing him as he entered, the lighted candle directly behind her would give the effect she wanted.Charlie. She wore her hair in lush reddish waves that fell to her shoulders and framed her face while complementing her green, semi-formal gown. A single strand of pearls called attention to her graceful neck and decolletage that emphasized her fresh young bosom. The gown hugged her womanly hips, and fell midway between her knees and ankles. She looked like a movie star as she rose and offered me her hand."Hello, Corporal Moore," she said in her soft voice.That was embarrassing. I hoped others nearby. "There's one more large one, but I can't show you . . . not here, anyway, exhibitionist or not." She pointed at her groin. I didn't miss the subtext or self-description."Ohh, I too have a large one, one that you've been staring at, yet not seeing since it is hidden. I'll show you mine if you promise to show me yours." I dared her to prove herself. I whispered, "I've already seen your pretty, blue, girly panties and so have a few people near us." Surprisingly, she merely arched an eyebrow at. For what? She couldn’t explain. She scratched it and she gasped out loud. She broke hard just in time at the red light. She felt eyes on her and looked to the left. A woman glanced at her and gave that smile that passing motorists do. She smiled back weakly and slowly took her hand from inside her blouse. She made it home eventually and rushed upstairs. And here she was, fully clothed, laying back on the bed. She pulled her skirt up, knees bent and planted her feet on the bed. She pushed her.