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with some kind of champagne cocktail.
    ‘Stunning!’ he said.
    She got as far as saying ‘I—’ before he again intervened.
    ‘Rule still applies!’ he told her, coming forwards to hand her a glass with one hand and, catching her other hand, raised it to his lips.
    ‘You can only wear it for me,’ he said. ‘I mean, you look gorgeous and all but I think something a little more subtle, more understated, would ensure you didn’t get ravished the instant men saw you. Model it for me. Let me see the full effect!’
    Tingling from head to toe, she did her best impression of all the catwalk models she had ever seen.
    ‘Superb!’ he called, along with other compliments. ‘Again!’
    Turning, she swished and sashayed as best she could on the high heels that had suddenly started to pinch, before coming back to accept the drink he had been holding out all this time.
    ‘Who was the gown made for?’ she asked.
    ‘For you,’ he said.
    Her laugh was short and scornful. ‘And how did you get a dress made over Christmas?’
    He looked bashful. ‘The truth is I saw the dress on a model many years ago and loved it so much that I bought it. I didn’t have anyone to wear it for me, then or since – until I met you. I knew immediately that this dress had been made for a body like yours. I was right.’
    ‘True?’
    ‘I promise you. We might have only just met but I’ve been searching for you a long time.’
    Enormously aroused, she found her apprehension growing. This man was different. He had mistaken her for someone she was not but, as she stood there, she knew that she wanted desperately to become that woman.
    ‘There’s something else about this dress,’ he told her. ‘But before I show you what it is you have to promise something.’
    ‘What?’ Now she was fully aroused. Secrets and promises were like aphrodisiacs to her. She only wondered how he knew.
    ‘You have to promise me that whatever happens to that dress in the next five seconds you will not interfere.’
    She was puzzled. Did the dress dissolve or what? ‘I don’t understand,’ she said.
    ‘But do I have your promise?’
    She nodded and he reached out to the top fastening buttons, tweaked them and the dress slid, like a caress, to the floor, leaving her completely naked before him.
    Four days – or was it a century? – ago, before she knew him, she might have instinctively grabbed at the dress to stop its downward slide, but something about this man made her trust him and his judgement completely. She was proud to be naked for him and willed herself to be as still as a statue as he looked at her.
    ‘Breathtaking,’ he said. ‘I knew I was right. You’re perfect in or out of that dress. We’ll have more of them made. It’ll be exciting to know I can have you naked in seconds.’
    Trembling before him she realised that he was as aroused as she was and, as she fought for breath, she brought her uncertain eyes to his and read in them that he knew. In that moment there was nothing more important to her than that this man should be sexually satisfied. And then she found she had fallen to her knees.
    He was standing over her.
    ‘Incredible. Beautiful!’ he was saying as he tried to reach down and lift her to her feet, but she didn’t want that. In close proximity lay his cock, veiled only by the thin material of his trousers. It was that fleshly pleasure she wanted and eagerly she reached for it. He had to help her trembling hands seek him out, but the moment his cock was free she sank her mouth down on to it like an eager calf at the teat.
    Greedy now, insatiable even, choked by his growing erection, she tried to cry out and let him know what she was feeling, but his penis gagged her. Her mouth clung to him, worked him, fearing that if she let go, took her mouth from him, she would fall backwards into an abyss. This cock and its coming gift were, in that moment, her entire life. She was greedy for the taste of him, wanting him to fill her,