RETRO: TULLE

Jeanne stood on the terrace looking at the New York skyline. They were so high up, they could look into the other boroughs. She stood there with a cocktail holding Eliza’s hand.
“Thanks for inviting me and Terrence,” she said to her sister.
Eliza squeezed her hand as a way of a response.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Rafe who smiled and held up his phone.
“Is it okay if I use the image for Instagram?”
 Eliza turned and looked at her husband and smiled broadly, before she looked at Jeanne.
Jeanne nodded.
“Thank you, you are the prettiest ladies here so I had to take a picture!”
He walked over to the two of them, his arm instantly going about Eliza’a waist. He thrust his phone at both of them. The picture only showed their silhouettes framed by the skyline and their held hands. The caption read:
rafehughes The loveliest two women here tonight, one happens to be my wife @elizamort—the loveliest woman of all!
Jeanne felt a tear come to her eye, as she gave Rafe back his phone and picked up hers to reply. She thrust her phone into his hands.
Rafe smiled, and showed the phone to Eliza who smiled back at him.
Jeanne had replied:
jeannembordeau You are the loveliest couple I know!!! <3
Terrence walked over to them, and Jeanne immediately pressed herself to him.
“You look beautiful,” he breathed against the shell of her ear.
Jeanne looked up at him on tiptoes, and he cradled her tulle covered backside in his hands. His body warm against hers, Jeanne wanted to be alone with him, but she knew they would have to wait.
It was much later in the back of the car home, Terrence’s hand burning between her legs like his cock would in moments, that she saw the picture of their tulle-filled embrace not on Rafe’s Instagram but under the hashtag for the party.

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tulle image via unsplash by Maud Correa

 

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