Naked and radiant from her shower selfie, Li Mai admired her firm breasts in the mirror, a finger slowly tracing her sensitive areola still engorged from her orgasm. She’d been blessed with youthful breasts and bras were optional when the mood took her. Tonight was one of those nights, for tonight she had only one thing on her mind; John’s cock.
John, her close friend Alicia’s husband, had been flirting with her every time they meet and when he knew no one was looking, he’d squeeze her tight arse or ‘accidentally’ press his bulge against her. She didn’t discourage him, she liked it; it made her feel wanted and wanton.
It seemed forever since she’d had a good fuck and ever since he’d been flirting with her, he’d become the centre of her dreams. It was understandable; he’s a successful man and had an air of sophistication most women find attractive and although nobody said, everyone knew he played around.
Alicia liked a bit on the side too and over coffee, they often shared intimate details of their latest accomplishments.
“John’s very frisky these days. Aren’t you giving him enough?” she asked Alicia.
“Oh, you know John, can’t keep it in his trousers.”
“Don’t you mind?”
“Why should I? He doesn’t mind me having fun and he’s so big, I’m glad of the rest sometimes. Has he been coming onto you?”
“Uh huh.”
“You should fuck him. He’s always on about how hot you look. I know he wants you.” Alicia laughed to herself. “You should make him your bitch and leave him begging for more… Ha, that will teach the bastard for coming on to my friends.”
Admiring herself in the mirror, Li Mei relished the sensation of her fingers grazing her sensitive nipples. A feeling of need raised within her as they returned to full hardness. Closing her eyes, she thought of John. Alicia said he was big and as her silky fingers slipped past her luscious entrance she imagined how he would feel inside her, how he would feel as he fucked her and how she would squeal and squirm impaled on his hot fat cock until a giant wave of comfort and release swept over her mind and body.
No great marvel, her body was nonetheless beautiful. Possessed of a classic slim Asian figure, naturally tanned skin, shapely breasts crowned with typical dark areolae, large nipples, and a high round schoolgirl's arse men couldn’t resist.
As the hot flush eased, she planned her line of attack. Cleavage revealing top with a flyaway skirt, or yellow Chinese silk sheath dress with an enticing slit up the side? She chose the latter, both because she knew the dress made her look like a goddess and it could be both conservative and extremely sexy depending on what was required. It also flattered her curves, accentuated her breasts, and with no underwear, it showed her tantalizing nipples perfectly, a beckoning temptation to sin.
Taking a pair of seamed stockings from her locker, she carefully unrolled each over her pedicured feet and up the length of her legs. She loved Cuban heel stockings, how they accented her long legs and the looks she received whilst wearing them.
She turned her attention to the dress. In a rustle of silk, she slipped the sexy fabric over her head easing it over her breasts and shimmying it over her hips before finally smoothing out the fabric and buttoning the chest before finishing with her favourite pair of heels. In this dress, she felt invincible, fabulous and eminently fuckable.
Tonight, ‘eminently fuckable’ was the look she was going for. It had been too long and she desperately needed a wonderful cock inside her. ‘Fuck, I’m hot,’ she thought while smoothing her dress one last time.
This evening was a regular soirée for a group of good friends, some married, some single, meeting for dinner and drinks. They always have good fun, but lately, John had been getting quite frisky with her, as they kissed goodbye he’d pull her close and press himself against her. Tonight, with Alicia’s blessing, she planned to find out what was behind the bulge.
Arriving at the restaurant, she scanned the room for her victim. Thankfully, there was an empty chair next to John. Alicia sat on the opposite side of the large round table chatting to those close by.
Wearing a charcoal grey suit that hung perfectly on his frame, he looked good. Gold cufflinks held together his white cuffs showed he was a man of substance.
“Chablis?” she said, sliding onto the seat next to him making sure her dress revealed a hint of stocking top through the slit in the side.
Surprised by her sudden apparition his eyes popped as they lowered from tantalizing protrusions to inviting thigh.
“You look stunning.” He gasped glancing over to see if Alicia had noticed him ogling. She hadn’t, and neither had anyone else.
“Did you wear that for me?” He whispered.
“You wish.” She answered in her sexiest voice. “You’re looking good yourself. If I didn’t know better I would say you’re trying to impress someone.”
“You know me too well.” He grinned; placing a warm hand her stocking clad thigh. A tingle shot to her pussy as he squeezed.
Crossing her legs as he poured her a glass of wine, her dress, not unintentionally, hiked up exposing the bare flesh above the top of her stocking. “Damn,” John stammered as he missed the glass and spilled the wine. Tonight was her turn to flirt and boy was she going to make him suffer.
Not wanting to be too obvious, Li Mai shared her time equally with those close by. The meal was outstanding and as the dishes were cleared, more wine was ordered as people receded into groups to swap tall stories, share advice, and solve the problems of the world.
Sipping her wine, Li Mei studied John over the brim of her glass as he chatted with Brian, sitting on his other side. She knew he must have women flirt with him all the time and it mattered not to her, for tonight was her night. She let one shoe drop to the floor and ran her stocking foot around his ankle. He carried on chatting as if nothing was happening so she continued to tease him as she imaged his cock growing in the darkness below the table.
