Doug takes my hand and guides me to the bedroom. I walk a little awkwardly as my muscles adjust to the plug buried deep inside my flesh, and am relieved to reach the room. Doug lifts a brand box from the bed and holds it to me with a smile. I read his script across the top, 'For my darling Mel.' I undo the sage green ribbon and open the cream lid. Inside, a folded expanse of fuchsia silk gazes up at me.
Gently, I lift the dress from the box and find that it's a sleek dress with a plunging neckline to show my cleavage, delicate straps and a handkerchief skirt. Doug sits down as I smile in delight and hold the dress against myself.
"It's beautiful! Thank you so much Doug!" I pepper his lips with kisses, as he smiles.
"Take a shower now-with the plug in and then put on the dress."
"Yes Sir!"
I playfully salute him, but I see desire stir through him at my use of Sir. I take off my dress and reveal my taut body to him, before turning to go into the bathroom. The tip of the plug protrudes from my rosebud and shows between my jiggling buttocks as I walk. I feel the sizzle of lust fill the room and smirk, tonight will be so hot. I shower and dry quickly before returning to Doug, he indicates for me to lie down on the bed and I comply swiftly.
Gently, his hands massage lotion over my body in a pleasurable but swift manner, before he pats my bum to make me roll onto my back. He proceeds to massage the lotion on my stomach in fluid circular motions. Gently massaging my breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth briefly. He teases me before moisturizing my inner thighs. Doug lowers his face to my shaven mound and flicks his tongue in the top of my slit. His breath warms my clit and sets my nerve endings to tingle. He lowers his tongue to taste my nectar pooling between my petals.
Doug teases me with his mouth for short minutes before moving away. My pussy moistens. Doug takes my hand and lifts me from the bed. He plants a juicy kiss on my lips, so that I taste my passion-fruit drip.
He dresses me in the fuchsia silk, before showing me a second box containing nude peep-toe heels. I beam with delight at the gift and step into them. He drapes a peach Pashmina around my shoulders, before running his hands through my hair. He appears satisfied with my appearance and leaves the room briefly so that I may apply mascara and lipstick, before he returns to escort me to the car.
We have dinner at a nice traditional Tuscan restaurant. I tease Doug by licking the butter off my fingers while looking at him through lidded eyes. Then,I run my foot along his calf and inner thigh, before leaning forward to reveal my cleavage through the low neckline of the dress. During dessert, I lick the cream from the long spoon, before licking my lips with a light moan. With Doug looking at me the way he is, I would be surprised if he waited until we get to the villa to fuck me.
Standing up, I notice a swell in his trousers. I smirk as he puts his arm around my waist, and leads me out. His hand slips to cup my buttock, once we clear the sight of the restaurant and he squeezes down tightly. I gasp a little at his grip and feel my gusset grow hot as my arousal flickers.
"Drop your knickers." Doug says, as we get in the car.
I blink as I look to him. He repeats himself, "Take off your knickers."
When I hesitate, he reaches into my lap and puts his hand beneath my dress, his fingers close around my waistband and he roughly yanks down. His hand comes away with my knickers dangling. I wonder if he has done this before, having seeing the bows on the sides, knowing they are undone to allow instant removal without tearing the knickers. I can't help but admire the genius eroticism of the design.
"Touch yourself." I delay my response so that he rubs my clit, nectar pools in my pussy.
"Yes sir." I reply.
As Doug drives I begin to pleasure myself by circling around my clit and stroking my lips. Running a finger down my wet slit, I scoop up my juices and suck my finger clean.
"I want to taste you."
I dip my finger back down and obediently offer it to Doug.