The Costume Party

Word Count: 294

Alice stepped from the shower and wrapped a towel around her head.  She lavishly applied the sweet smelling lotion to her body—her entire body.

Then she began working on her hair.  When it was dry, sleek and shinny—she swept it up off her neck and arranged it into a dramatic French twist.

Next, she applied her makeup, taking great care to give the illusion of no makeup at all.  And smiling approvingly at the effect, she sprayed herself liberally with perfume.

She took the matching black lace bra and panties from the Victoria’s Secret bag.  It took only a minute to don the bikini panties and scanty bra.

She sat on the edge of the bed, and put on the thigh-high black fishnet stockings, and then reached for the shoebox behind her.  She sighed as she put on the five inch heel black stilettos, and hoped she could mange to get downstairs without falling.

A sly smile slowly spread across her face again, as she reached for the costume.  Dressed in no time, she went down stairs—slowly, since even a mildly sprained ankle would ruin her plans for their evening. 

The car was pulling into the driveway when she adjusted the tiny cap and grabbed the feather duster.  She stood by the front door and waited, knowing this was going to be the biggest anniversary surprise ever.

After all, it only took two to party, and Bob had several intriguing fantasies involving a French Maid. 

Bob came through the door, and both the bouquet of roses he’d been carrying, and his jaw dropped.  Alice waved the feather duster at him playfully.  Then with a “Bon jour, Monsieur,” she bent all the way over and picked up the roses…