My girlfriend and I have very similar builds.We’re both about 5’8”, we both can wear a size 12 dress although I’m wider in the shoulders and she’s wider in the hips.She’s smoking hot with her 36B cups and slim waist.My waist isn’t quite as slim as hers but we both can manage an hourglass silhouette.
She’s off on a trip for work so I decided I’d dress up for some housework.I love the June Cleaver look but Eliza, wouldn’t care too much to see me in a dress, with a string of pearls, my hair done up, while sporting some garter stockings and peep toe pumps.I proceed to get dressed and of course I use vintage look undergarments to include a 6-strap open bottom girdle, white lace overlay bra, full length slip and stockings.My favorite panties with this are a pair of full coverage nylon briefs of course.
So, I’m all dressed and have the stereo on while doing the dishes.Of course, I have long rubber gloves and an apron to protect my hands and dress.Doing the dishes and swaying my hips to the music distracted me from my girl’s sister, walking in and letting out a wolf whistle!
I spun around, my dress billowing and hair whipping around showing my conservative pearl stud earrings.Sheri just stood there looking me over from head to toe and nodding her approval of my look.She sauntered over to me shaking her hips before she grabbed mine, pulled me towards her and while looking in my day-time, made up eyes, asked “does my dear sister know, you wear her dresses?Are you wearing her bra and panties too?Whose nylons and heels are you wearing?”With Sheri holding me by the hips, I took that as a hint to put my arms around her neck, the way every loving housewife should greet her “man”.I told her “No. Eliza does NOT know I wear her dresses or her undies.” Knowing full well, these were all MY OWN clothes and frilly intimates.
