Kelly looked in the mirror and adjusted her dress again. Red was not her typical color but tonight was not a typical night. The dress was something she usually only wore on shore leave. The material was soft and flowing but accented her body in all the right places. Ian would catch a glimpse of her legs to almost mid-thigh but only when she sat down or took long strides. Standing still it would cover her legs to a respectable length just above the knee. The top had a neckline that was low enough one might try to adjust their height in order to catch a visual advantage but at the end was left with nothing but their imagination. The straps holding the dress on her shoulders seemed as if ready to slide off with a simple finger under them yet they remained firmly in place through all Kelly’s adjusting and shifting. “Ian....are you ready,” Kelly yelled from the bedroom pulling on her shoes as she headed to the door. “We don’t want to be late to our own party.”

Captain Kelly Shultz