5 comments/ 17967 views/ 6 favorites My Saving Grace By: Michael10166 Chapter One I was writhing in pain as blood flowed down my forehead in into my eyes. My husband of ten years standing above me in yet another drunken rage of fury. Darkness was soon to overtake me, as it had many times before. But, before darkness takes me to oblivion, a thud lands beside me and a flowing gown sweeps past my vision...but only for an instant, then blackness. Weeks earlier... A large moving truck pulled up in front of the vacant three-story Victorian across the street accompanied by a sky blue vin-tage 1965 T-Bird convertible, which parked in the shrub-lined dri-veway. Out popped the most stunning redhead I've ever seen. She was shapely and petite, standing about 5'6", I would guess her to weigh about 130 pounds and have a 36D-24-36 figure. I'm 5'4', about 115 pounds with shoulder length blonde hair and hazel eyes. I'm still fairly in good shape. Going into the kitchen, I pull out a Tupperware covered serving tray and set it on the counter. Opening the fridge, I look inside and begin to gather some cold cuts and cubed cheese. I then arrange then neatly on the try then I cover it, put the remainder of the food back in the fridge. As I headed towards the door, I catch a glimpse of myself and sigh. My hair was a mess and my clothes were badly wrin-kled. I rush to slip the food tray back in the fridge to keep it cool before rushing upstairs to make myself a little more presentable to my new neighbor. I stripped as I entered the bathroom and got the shower ready. Stepping in, I lathered up and washed over by body and gentle over the recent bruises on my abdomen and upper thighs. David had been abusive towards me over the past few years, drinking and frustration over work and not having a child has tak-en it's toll...mostly on me. By the time I had finished showering, getting out my favorite sundress, panties and bra, the movers had finished and left. So, I hurry into the kitchen and get out the meat and cheese tray I had put together earlier, I slipped on my sandals and walked across the street. Nervously, I reached for the doorbell and pressed it. I shifted from one foot to the other like a schoolgirl on a first date as I waited. "Come in," an angelic voice called from the other side of the door. "It's open." With a shaky hand, I turned the knob and eased the door open slowly, peeking around it to see where my new neighbor was. Stepping in the entryway, I heard a sound to my right in the living room and got the sight of my life. There, bending over reaching into a large box was the most heavenly sight I'd ever seen. Long well tanned legs spilled out of the shortest Levy cutoffs I'd ever seen. In the light I could just see my new neighbor's bare pussy lips, fringe of thread dangling down a little bit, almost like whitish-blue pubic hair. I let my eyes flow higher still, awing at her cute bubble butt as it wiggled from side to side. Above that was the small of her back which sported a lengthy tattoo across the tan skin. I must have been so lost in her beauty that I didn't notice her rise up out of the box and turn to face me. I let my eyes wander upwards, taking in her halter-covered breasts, which were almost visible, the halter just a couple of sizes too small. "Is that for me?" she asked with the hint of a giggle in her voice. I looked down at my hands as if seeing the tray of meat and cheese for the first time. Blushing profusely, I raised the tray up to her like an offering to the Gods. "Why, thank you...uh..." She started, pausing for my name. "Desiree..." I whispered softly, almost afraid the mere sound of my voice would make her vanish into thin air. "Desiree," she said with a broad smile and a sparkle in her eyes. "My name is Grace. Care to join me for some coffee and this wonderful tray you've brought me?" Catching my breath, which I just noticed that I had been holding while admiring the view, I nodded dumbly. Grace strolled almost seductively towards me and took the tray from my trem-bling hands, lightly brushing them with hers as she smiled. A clear sparkle twinkled in her light green eyes. She turned towards the kitchen giving me a little wink over her shoulder and walked away. I followed, almost dream-like, watching her cute bubble butt wiggle as she walked. "Have a seat at the nook and I'll get us some wine to go with this lovely welcome gift," Grace cooed as she directed me to the breakfast nook with her head and set the tray down and turned to a nice, well supplied, wine cabinet. She pulled out a nice Merlot wine and two glasses. After sitting down and filling both glasses about half full, Grace passed one to me and opened the tray and stopped, got up and went to a dish cabinet to retrieve two small plates and some napkins. She returned, sitting next to me, half turned with her flawless legs slightly crossed as she began serving us each some cheese and meat. "So, Desiree," she began. "How long have you lived here in Vista Point?" Snapping back to the here and now, I cleared my throat softly and smiled. "All my life, actually. We, that is, my husband and I, moved into our house about five years ago. Right after we moved out of my mom's place." "No privacy there?" Grace asked. I laughed softly. "Nope. Not much at all. My dad past a few years ago and Mom complained we made too much noise at night. Those were the days, though." After I said this, I began to wonder why I was being so open with Grace. Something inside me told me to stop, yet another part was saying that she could be trusted. Grace eyed me briefly, with a hint of concern, as she nibbled on come cheese. After washing it down with some wine, she uncrossed, then recrossed her legs, right over left, and took my left hand in both of hers. "So, what has changed, dear?" Grace asked with a hint of concern. I looked down at the plate of food in front of me, closing my eyes briefly and taking a deep breath, feeling the warmth and softness of her hands delicately wrapped around my hand. Look-ing back up into her eyes, I made a decision...one that would change my life forever. "David found out we couldn't have children due to a sports injury that made him sterile," I confided in a hushed tone as a tear began to form in my deep blue eyes. "And that's when the sex dried up, right?" Grace replied, knowingly. Nodding silently, I began to openly cry as Grace got up from her stool and wrapped her loving arms around me, making soft 'shushing' sounds as she stroked my medium-length blonde hair. Softly, Grace placed a kiss on top of my head, like my mother used to do when one of my many dates went terribly wrong. After I finally calmed down, Grace stepped back and looked at me from arms length and smiled sweetly at me. She feathered back my hair so that it was out of my eyes, then she reached for a Kleenex and gently dabbed the tears from my eyes and leaned in to kiss both of my now puffy eyes and rubbed my shoulders before sitting down on her stool. We were finally able to finish eating in silence. I could feel the weight ease off of my shoulders and even was able to muster a smile as Grace's eyes never left mine. "Would you like to help me with unpacking some of my box-es, Desiree?" She finally asked, breaking the eerie silence. I looked at my watch and noticed it was only about 1:30 and I knew David wouldn't be home for a few more hours. "I would love to, Grace," I replied as I took the final sip of Merlot and smiled. Together, we rose up and walked to the living room and each picked a box, then began to unpack them. The box I picked had paintings in them. As I pulled out the first frame, I was taken aback by the near naked image of with her left arm resting on a large boulder, long flowing black hair, a near transparent garment draped over her upper left arm and wrapped just above her waist. In her right hand looked like an ancient golden harp. Calm seas and darkened skies filled the rest of the painting behind her. I don't know how long I had been standing there staring at this dark and lovely image before I noticed Grace lust behind me looking over my right shoulder, her breath just brushing past my right ear. "Lovely, isn't it?" Grace said, almost sighing as she, too, ad-mired this work of art. "Wh...who is this painting of, Grace?" I sighed softly. "She's beautiful." "This painting is called "Sappho" by Charles Mengin, painted in 1877." She announced proudly. "This one is a replica, as the original is being kept in some museum. I can't remember which one though. Would love to see it someday." "Sappho?" I gasped. "You mean, the original les..." I could finish the word, much to Grace's amusement. "Lesbian," Grace finished for me. "She is my idol, as it were." "You're a..." "A lesbian, dear." Grace giggled. "You can say the word. I won't be offended. I'm proud of who and what I am and I don't hide the fact either." I blushed a bright crimson as the twinkle in Grace's eyes flashed at me. "I...um...I'm sorry, Grace," I stammered, trying to regain my-self. "I meant no disrespect. It's just...um...I've never...I mean..." "It's ok, sweetie," Grace laughed softly. "I don't go around trying to convert every woman I meet into a lesbian." I blushed even more, but was able to manage to collect my-self and laughed along with Grace. "Have you never met a lesbian before, dear?" Grace finally asked after we managed to stop laughing. "I've heard of a few girls on my cheer squad talk about... doing things together. But I've never actually...um...seen it done." "Well, my dear Desiree," Grace said. "I don't want to toot my own horn, but it's an experience you should try sometime. It's better than sex with a man. But, as I said before, I don't go around trying to convert others." I smiled sheepishly as I lowered my head slightly, pondering Grace's word. "Shall we finish unpacking, my dear?" Grace announced, breaking me from my revelry. For the next couple of hours, I helped Grace unpack the liv-ing room, hang paintings and place knickknacks on the mantle, just below the portrait of Sappho. My Saving Grace Ch. 02 Grace and I worked for hours together unpacking boxes and putting things in the perfect places. All during this time, we got to know a lot about each other. I learned that Grace was quite the artist as we hung many of her own works around the house. One painting in particular was of a former lover of hers, Bethany. She was lying on a day bed, which now occupied Grace's sitting room which would soon to become her art studio. Bethany was partially wrapped by a red satin sheet, slightly exposing her ample bosom. Her pussy was covered, but her long, slender legs were quite visible. Her milky white skin glistening in the candlelight. Her long flowing dark hair seemed to be blowing gracefully in a slight breeze. I later learned that Grace had turned on a large fan to blow onto Bethany to create the effect. Five o'clock rolled around before either of us knew it. If not for me being near the large bay window of Grace's studio, I would not have seen David pull up in our driveway in his beat-up Dodge Ram that he used for work at the garage. "Uh-oh," I gasped, turning towards Grace. "David's home. I need to leave before he gets really upset. He's already going to be angry with me for not having dinner on the table for him." "Would you like for me to walk you home, Desiree?" Grace asked, a hint of concern on her face. "That's ok, Grace." I assured her. "I don't want him going off on you for keeping me away from my 'Wifely Duties'." "I understand, dear." Grace replied. "But just know that I can take care of myself." We hugged each other as I rushed down the stairs and got to the door. Grace was right behind me. "What about your crystal tray?" she asked. "I can pick it up later...or tomorrow." I assured her as I went out the door and across the street to my own home. When I got to the door and glanced back over at Grace's house. She was standing in the doorway watching me closely. Once I opened the door and stepped in, the shouting began. "Where the Hell have you been and why is there no supper on the table?" David yelled as he met me at the door. "I...I was helping our new neighbor...get settled in." I whis-pered softly. "New neighbor, huh?" David replied, almost calming down...just a bit. "Who is he?" "Our neighbor is a woman, David." I told him. "Her name is Grace." "A woman?" David said as he went to the door and looked out the window, seeing Grace still on the front porch. "She's hot." I thought about telling him that Grace was a lesbian, but as jealous as he is, not to mention how much of a ass he is...he'd just get mad again. I went into the kitchen and whipped up a quick meal for Da-vid and sat it on the table. While he ate (he prefers to eat alone these days), I went upstairs and ran him a hot bath. These are the day to day chores I have to do to keep what's left of our marriage together. I, then, went to the bedroom to set out his pajamas and turn down his bed. Since his football and work injuries, we have had to get two separate twin beds. David's is as hard as a rock while mine is considerably softer. Just then, I heard David's angry voice shout from the kitch-en. "What happened to my lunch meat?" Shakily, I descended the stairs and paused at the kitchen door. Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door, eyes lo-wered to the floor. "I...I fixed a welcome dish for Grace. I..." but I didn't get the chance to finish as David hauled off with his fist and hit me hard. I fell to the floor whimpering and pleading for him to not hit me again. David just scoffed and stepped over me and went upstairs to take his bath, leaving me crumpled on the floor, my nose bleeding and my left eye began to swell up, almost to the point of closing. I just whimpered for a few more minutes before collecting myself and staggered over to the table and clean up David's plate and dispose of his empty beer can. Still aching from the punch David gave me, I sucked it up and continued to clean up the kitchen. Washing the dishes be-came difficult as my nose continued to steadily drip down into the soapy water. David refused to get a dishwasher, saying that as long as I was able to I was going to wash them by hand. That night, I slept on the couch. Something David made me do whenever I pissed him off. It was around eleven o'clock when there was a light tapping on the front door. Groggily, and only having use of one eye, I stumbled slowly in the darkened house and finally found my way to the front door. "Who...who is it?" I asked softly, as to not wake up David. "It's me, dear. Grace," she replied just as softly. I turned and leaned my back against the door, closing my one good eye and sighing softly. 'How can I face her like this?' I asked myself. Willing up the courage, I quietly unlocked both the dead-bolt and the knob lock, easing the door open just enough to only show my right eye. "I just wanted to see how you are doing, dear." Grace asked, the concern evident. "Oh, I'm fine, Grace." I lied. "Thank you for caring." "It would make me feel a lot better if you'd open the door a little more so I can see for myself." "I...I can't. What if David...?" I began. But Grace was too quick and too strong for me as she pushed the door open and stepping inside. "Oh, my God, dear." Grace gasped, slowing reaching out to touch my swollen left eye. "Did David do this to you?" I started to cry, but Grace eased me outside on the porch so as to not wake up David. "Come with me, dear." Grace told me sternly as she half dragged me across the street to her house. "But, Grace...what if Dav...?" Grace shushed me, but would not take 'No' for an answer. Once inside Grace's home, she ushered me into the living room and had me sit down on the couch. She left me long enough to go into her kitchen and came out with a tray that had an assortment of herbs and a bowl of cool water. Grace made a cool compress of calendula, chamomile and fennel blossoms. Having me lie down on my back, Grace placed the compress gently over my left eye. "Now, just lay back and relax." Grace admonished. "Let the herbs work their magic." As I laid there, feeling the coolness of the compress begin to 'work it's magic', I caught Grace's eyes slowly take in my nightie-clad form. A soft smile of approval came to her luscious lips. I began to feel like I was a prize ham at a Thanksgiving dinner. Blushing brightly, my breathing began to get more labored and it felt like my heart was trying to beat a pathway out of my chest. My short, frilly...almost transparent...pink nightie did little to hide my near naked body. I wore a matching pair of skimpy (a size too small) panties. My nipples stood erect and I could feel that my panties were getting damp as Grace subconsciously licked her lips. 'Oh, my God." I said to myself. 'Grace is getting aroused...and so am I. But, I'm not a lesbian...am I?' Softly, Grace place her right hand on my left knee and gently stroked it. Catching herself, Grace jumped up as if she had sat on a hot burner and turned away from me. I could hear a low sob as she realized what she what she was doing. Reaching out to her with a trembling hand, I touched her left thigh. Grace gasped, but slowly turned to look down at me. "It's ok, Grace." I assured her. "I...I may not be a lesbian. But I'm not opposed to the idea. If only I wasn't out of sorts and scared out of my wits...I would not turn you away." Leaning down over me, Grace gave me my very first lesbian kiss. It was soft, gentle and brief. I could feel Grace's lips quiver-ing just as much as my own. I closed my good eye and sighed softly. Grace sat on the edge of the couch, scooching my legs over just a bit, placed her hands lightly on my shoulders and leaned in once again. This time her kiss was a little more urgent and pas-sionate. I opened my lips slightly to let her warm, searching ton-gue enter and tangle fiercely with my own tongue. We both moaned as Grace's hands drifted to my satin-covered 36C breasts. She kneaded each in her hands causing my back to arch up, forcing more contact with them. Grace paused the kiss and slowly sat up, eying my wreath-ing form below her. "Are...are you sure...you want to go further, Desiree?" Grace asked, like a schoolgirl on her first date. As a way of answering her, I place a hand behind her head and pulled her back down into yet another passionate kiss, letting my hands drift down her back, around her sides to come around to her v-neck red gown that did little to cover her own 42D breasts. Her nipples were rock hard and straining to meet my touch. This caused a moan to escape Grace's mouth, right into mine. By this time, the compress had slid off of my face and lay forgotten in the cushion of the couch as our hands began roaming all over each other's bodies. Seeking entrance beneath our clothes. Seeking skin on skin contact. Suddenly, there was a pounding on Grace's door. It was Da-vid, nearly knocking the door down. Grace jumped up and went to the door, opened it slightly and was knocked down on the floor as David rampaged into her house before she could say a single word. He rushed into the living room and found me lying there, my breasts had somehow slipped out during our passionate fondling. David grabbed me by the throat and lifted me up off the couch and held my weakened body high in the air. I felt his fist hit me first in the gut sending all the air out of my lungs along with some blood. His next hit caught me on the right side of the face. "Are you a lesbian slut now, bitch?" David growled as he stood over me, ready to stomp his boot right into my prone, limp body. I was writhing in pain as blood flowed down my forehead in into my eyes. My husband of ten years standing above me in yet another drunken rage of fury. Darkness was soon to overtake me, as it had many times before. But, before darkness takes me to oblivion, a thud lands beside me and a flowing gown sweeps past my vision...but only for an instant, then blackness. My Saving Grace Ch. 03 When I woke up in the hospital, what I saw first was Grace, asleep in a chair next to my bed. My head was still pounding a bit, my face still a little swollen, but I managed a smile as I admired her sleeping form with my unbandaged eye. I tried turning a bit, letting out a soft groan as my body was still a bit sore. This woke up my savior with a start. "Oh, dear," she said softly. "You're awake. I'm so happy for that." "I..." I started, but my throat was dry and it came out more as a croak than anything. Grace jumped up from her chair and grabbed the cup of ice water sitting on the bedside table and adjusted the straw to that I might take a sip. "Shhhhh..." She whispered. "You just need some time to ad-just, dear." I slowly sipped the water and a nurse came in to check on me. With Grace' "Welcome back to the world of the living, Mrs. Adams," the nurse greeted. "Wha...I couldn't...How long..." I stammered, trying to get my bearings. "I'll take it from here, Nurse Johnson," Grace jumped in be-fore the nurse could utter a word, nodded and left the room, clos-ing the door behind her. I looked at Grace, the concern clear on my face and she sat down on the edge of the bed and gently placed her soft hands on my shoulders, to brace me for what was to come next. "Grace?" I whispered, blinking my good eye to focus on her beauty, despite the worry on her face being masked by a warm smile. "Desiree, dear," she began, taking in a deep breath before continuing. "You've been in a coma for three days. You had a nasty concussion." My face lost all color and I began to cry. Grace gently and carefully held me as it all came rushing back to me. David's as-sault, Grace's intervention, the darkness overwhelming me. "David?" I asked in a soft, fearful voice. Afraid that he either was gonna come after me again, or he was dead. I tried to brace myself for either option. "He's in jail, sweetness," Grace assured me. "He won't be beating you ever again." Just then, the doctor stopped in to check on me and talk to me about my condition. "Well, hello, Mrs. Adams," she said, cheerfully. "It's nice to get to meet you awake. I'm Dr. Lyndsey and I am the surgeon that took care of you when Ms. Demming's brought you in." I started to offer my hand to her, but she waved it off kindly. "No need to shake hands in your state, Mrs. Adams. I'm just glad to see you're alright." She picked up my chart and glanced over it, then smiled. "All vitals are back to normal, the swelling has gone down and there's no infections. You will have to be on bed rest for a few more days, but I think you'll be ready to go home tomorrow, if everything continues to improve. We want to keep you here one more night for observation, just to be sure." "Than...Thank you," I managed to croak out. Grace was quick to offer me another sip of ice water as the doctor smiled. "You have a wonderful friend here, Mrs. Adams," Dr. Lynd-sey added. "She's been here since you were brought in, never leaving your side...except during surgery, of course. But she paced in the waiting room all the while. I think we might have to replace some floor tiles, though," she laughed. I tried to laugh, but it hurt too much. Grace shushed me, a sparkling gleam in her bright green eyes. Dr. Lyndsey apologized for her little joke but Grace assured her everything was alright and that she would take good care of me. The next day, I was finally released and Grace insisted on me staying at her house so she could watch over me while I re-covered. She served me meals in bed; made sure I took all my meds and even gave me a sponge bath (which was both soothing and embarrassing at the same time). She was like my mother, very strict when it came to getting better. Grace had me set up on one side of her queen-sized bed "So I can keep an eye on you," she had told me in no uncertain terms. Grace was ever the gracious and tentative host, never once making any moves on me while I was recovering. Always tending to my every need...rather, my normal needs in order to recover, that is. As the days past and I got to where I was finally able to get out of bed, Grace and I got closer. I insisted on helping her put away more of her stuff, since it was my fault for her not finishing moving in. This upset her just a tad as she told me it was David's fault, not mine. It was a couple of weeks later when everything was where Grace wanted things. She had even set up a place for some of my clothes so she would not have to make so many trips across the street for things I needed. I had also gotten many cards and flowers from the neighborhood during that time, wishing me well. I had finally gotten the eye patch off of my right eye and my bandage removed from my head, my hair had been cut off for surgery, but it, too was growing back. It was still on the butch side of things, but Grace assured me that my hair would more than cover the surgery scar. "How would you like to get out of the house for a bit, Desi-ree?" Grace asked, smiling. "I sure would. No offense to you or your hospitality, but I'm getting stir crazy," I laughed. "No offense taking, sweetness," Grace chuckled. "I have reservations at 'Chez Paz' this evening, but I thought maybe you'd like to go to the mall and do some shopping." "Chez Paz?" I gasped. "I've never been there. Always wanted to, but David was too cheap to take me anywhere so fan-cy." "Well, my dear," Grace replied. "It's time for a treat. A friend of mine told me about it and I thought it was a great idea to share the experience with...a friend." Chez Paz was one of the best (if not the best) Italian restau-rants in town. They are well known for their Agnolotti and Melan-zane alla Parmigiana. I've never had either, but tonight, I planned on trying one of them, not sure which, though. I dressed lightly, since it was a warm day out, the sun was shining and there were hardly any clouds in the sky. I put on a loose tank top and cut offs, a sports bra with matching cotton panties. Grace dressed in a t-shirt (no bra) and a short skirt. She also put her hair up in a ponytail with a green ribbon that accentuated her red hair. "What shops are we going to?" I asked. "It's a secret," was all she would tell me. We hopped into Grace's Vette and zoomed off to the mall. She was all smiles as we drove down the parkway, but never once letting on what her intentions were. We made small talk all the way, though. Not even on clue came out, regardless how hard I tried to trick her into letting the cat out of the bag. When we arrived and found a parking space close to the main entrance of the mall, Grace and I put the top up and locked the doors. Grace took my arm into mine and escorted me into the mall. We passed several shops, Grace never looking into any of them. She was on a mission and I knew it. Halfway through the mall, Grace stopped and turned to me, smiling wide. "Now, from this point on, I want you to close your eyes and do NOT open them until I tell you to. Okay?"she warned me. "If I even think you're going to peek, I have a blindfold in my purse and I'm not afraid to use it." "Okay, okay," I giggled as I closed my eyes. "I give up." After making sure I wasn't going to cheat, Grace took my left arm and guided me around a corner and halfway down the walkway before turning me into a store. I knew from the sound of the bell that we had crossed the threshold. "Okay, sweetness," Grace whispered in my ear. "Open your eyes." I slowly did as she asked and gasped. We were in Fredrick's of Hollywood. I turned a bright red and covered my mouth. I had never even dared come into this place. "Grace?" I asked softly. "What are we doing here?" Grace nearly laughed out loud at my embarrassment. "You need now undies, my dear," she told me. "But...I've got plenty of undies," I whispered, hoping nobody else could hear the tremble in my voice. "You forget, my dear," Grace began. "I've seen your undies. You need something more...how should I say...sexy!" Grace walked me around to look at the different displays and picked out a few sets for me to try on. They were the Legendary Lace Thong set in black cherry, Chinoise Brocade Thong set, Satin and Lace Holiday Thong in stormy night black, and the Eyelash Lace and Mesh Panty. (Author's Note: these can be viewed on the Fredrick's website) "I can't possibly wear these, Grace," I blushed furiously. "You can," she told me in no uncertain terms. "And you will. You deserve some sexy lingerie, sweetness." Surrendering, I followed Grace to the back where the chang-ing rooms were and we found one in the very back that was emp-ty. I opened the door and stepped in, closing the door behind me. Grace waited outside while I sorted the new lingerie out to try on. "You're gonna look great," Grace assured me from outside the door. "If you say so," I replied as I began to undress. "Trust me," Grace said from the waiting area. "You'll thank me for this later." I looked over the lingerie and decided to try on the most covering pair of panties and matching bra. It was a little tight, but not uncomfortable as I had thought it would be. "Come on, dear," Grace begged anxiously. "I wanna see it." Nervously, I cracked the door a little, hoping that she would just peek in to see what I looked like. But Grace wasn't going to have none of that as she yanked the door wide opened and pulled me out into the waiting area and held me at arm's length. I quickly tried to cover myself as I looked around to see if anyone was looking at me. Luckily, nobody was. "Come on, sweetie," Grace encouraged as she gently took my hands and eased them to my sides. "Let's see the whole package." Nervously, I turned around slowly, letting Grace appraise me like a fine crystal statue. "Hmmmm," Grace said, with her right hand resting on her left arm which was crossed over her tummy, rubbing her chin with her right hand. "Does it look ok?" I asked, blushing brightly. "It looks wonderful, except..." Grace stepped up to me slow-ly. She reached out to straighten the panties and then the bra. Stepping back, she looked me up and down again before smiling sweetly. "I think those are wonderful," Grace replied. "You should get them. Now, go try the thong." Grace turned me and patted my butt towards the dressing room. I had to admit, this was kind of nice. But I was worried about the thong as I had never worn one before and was a little embarrassed at showing my butt to Grace, not to mention anyone else that happened to be in the area. Secretly, I was getting a bit aroused and I was hoping that it would show in the skimpy black material of the thong. I quickly swapped over to the thong set and slowly stepped from the dressing room, looking around first to see if anyone else could see. Luckily, it was just Grace and me so, with a little more confidence, I stepped away from the door and did a little twirl in front of Grace, whose mouth was agape and eyes bulging out at the sight of what I was wearing. "You look fabulous, Desiree. Not to mention sexy as hell." Grace praised in a soft voice. "Thank you," was all I could say as I turned a deeper red than I was before. "Let's get both sets and get going. We have to go get ready for dinner," Grace concluded as she hurriedly ushered me back into the dressing room so I could get dressed. It didn't take us long to purchase the lingerie and leave the store. Grace led the way to the nearest exit and after about ten minutes, we found her car and were on our way back to home. Grace had a bright sparkle in her eyes the whole trip, which made me a bit nervous but I also felt a little aroused also.