Black and purple

Only in my dreams would my Wife and I end up sat at separate tables in a cafe having lunch separately.

And only in my dreams, from behind a broadsheet newspaper, would I notice that

She was wearing a black, heavy rubber, mini-kilt, with purple trim and buckles at the side.

Only in my dreams would She offset that with a see-through white blouse and have the buttons undone down past Her cleavage.

Only in my dreams would I be able to see that Her bra matched Her skirt, being black latex with purple trim, albeit in a lighter weight material. (My mind working the way it does, I was always going to notice that the skirt wasn’t polished, whilst the bra was.)

And obviously, only in my dreams would I know that that bra was always sold with a matching rubber thong, so diminutive could barely provide any modesty at all.

Oh well. At least in my dreams.