Helen and Mark had been friends for many years but things were changing. Their flirting had reached a high and the recent emails sent between them left no doubt in either mind that shortly they would also be lovers. Tonight was the first time they had planned to meet alone. Up until now they had always shared their time together with either his wife or other mutual friends around. Tonight Mark was coming over to her house, the house she shared with her two dogs, to seal their friendship with a kiss and, Helen hoped, probably much more.
Climbing the stairs to get ready Helen read the text to herself, “Am on time, will be with you at 6.00, wear just one thing, please don’t overdress, Mxx.” Helen glanced over at the clock and realised that meant Mark would be with her in just 40 minutes. Hang it. She could really do with the extra time she had wasted talking to a colleague before leaving work, especially as she had been held up at every set of traffic lights on the way home. Still never mind, she still had time to shower and get dressed.
As she stood in the shower Helen thought about the little butterflies she'd had in her stomach all day, she was so looking forward to meeting up with Mark tonight. Sure, he had nice blue eyes and a cute butt but there was more to him too. Helen loved the way he wrote in his emails with tenderness and a desire to please. He spoke fondly of turning her on, of focusing on her pleasure, and making her come. She was looking forward to lying in bed with him and laying herself open to his fingers and tongue and prick.
“Enough of this!” Helen chastised herself as she grabbed the shower gel. For starters he’s probably a smooth talker and just like the rest it’ll be a wham, bam and off he’ll go as soon as he’s has his wicked way, and secondly if he is as nice as I think he is I’m not going to be ready if I stand here day-dreaming. Helen created a lather from the soap and gently massaged the soap into her skin. She enjoyed the feeling of her hands drifting across her chest perhaps spending a little more time rubbing across her nipples than was really necessary.
Working her way in large sweeping strokes Helen’s hands made their way downwards across her stomach, lower to the top of her legs but ignoring her most intimate area. Helen raised each leg in turn and with big movements covered them in bubbles. Half smiling to herself, knowing that she was teasing her body, but pretending that all she was doing was washing Helen allowed her soapy hands to find the area at the top of her legs that was now so eager for her touch. She had spent all day trying to ignore the growing feelings she had. Pretending that she wasn’t that excited but she knew that that was a lie. She was turned on and longed to be touch, to be stroked, to be caressed.
Helen allowed her fingers to gently massage the skin around the entrance to her pussy, knowing that she was enjoying the feeling but still telling herself it was just part of her showering. Only when she started to slide her silky soap covered finger into herself did Helen stop. Too much! Let’s leave that for later she thought before rinsing herself down and stepping out of the shower. I am so horny, Helen thought with a smile, if Mark plays hard to get tonight I think I’ll rape him!
After she had finished towelling herself down Helen went into her bedroom and sat on her bed. She had toyed with the idea of buying some new underwear tonight, to feel really special but the trusty black lingerie would do the trick just nicely. As she pulled her black lace shorts on and fastened the clips on her bra Helen wondered how long they would stay on for. She felt the fluttering in her stomach for the hundredth time that day. Helen told herself not to be so ridiculous, she was a grown woman acting like a teenager, but she couldn’t help it. The expectation for tonight had been with her all day and even now, after her long shower and clean underwear she could feel her pussy getting damp.
In her emails Helen had made love to Mark many times, she had explored his body with her tongue, had used him to her own end, and that was so easy when it was done remotely. In person Helen knew it would be different. They were old friends and this was new territory for them but whatever awkwardness there was to start she hoped the ice would break quickly between them.
Helen glanced across at the clock and realised she had spent longer in the shower than she had intended, only a few minutes to finish getting ready before Mark said he would be here. She grabbed her jeans from her wardrobe and put a blouse on to complete her look. A small amount of make-up and Helen was ready.
At the sound of the doorbell Helen took one last look in the mirror and started downstairs to meet Mark, in person, on their own, for the first time.
Helen opened her door and stepped back expecting Mark to walk in, she held out her arms and prepared to close her eyes. This was it. This was the moment she had been anticipating all day, when they kissed for the first time. But nothing. Mark stood still, on the threshold looking at her.
Slowly, quite simply he said, “You're overdressed. I asked you to wear just one thing. I’m going to go away and I’ll be back in 30 minutes. Do not make yourself come in the meantime,” and with that Mark turned and walked back to his car, without looking back he climbed in and drove away.
Helen just stood there. She was totally gob-smacked. She had never known anything like this before. It took a few moments before she closed the front door, turned and started going upstairs. The bastard, the arrogant bastard. How dare he speak to me like that. I cannot believe he just said that to me.