I woke up this morning with a major urge to dress.
We had to head to another city to pickup a car our youngest lad had bought. All I wanted to do was put on a dress and head off.
Not to be though, I had painted toes, pantyhose, panties, bra and camisole hidden beneath my drab blokes stuff.
My wife only knows of some stuff after half the journey as she is very aware of me. I enjoyed riding along knowing what I was wearing but wished life for me could be more revealing.
When we got home, after chores, it was shower, dressed, light makeup, shoes and some wine while chilling. Now I'm in bed (nighty) and have not removed lippy etc. I love what I have and wish for more but need to settle for what I can.
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