Vicky stepped out of the shower and began to towel herself dry in front of the full-length bathroom mirror. She still had plenty of time to get ready for her date.
She pinned up her dark hair for a moment and held up the sexiest…well, no, the sluttiest panties she had been able to find in her local department store for an inspection in the mirror. They still had tags attached and she snapped them off with her teeth, then stepped into them.
They fitted perfectly and she admired the way that the purple lace of the waistband cut a delicate filigree pattern against the smooth skin of her pale belly. She eased the elastic around the top of each thigh and noted with satisfaction the way the satin fabric traced the gentle curve of her mound. Demure but suggestive; just the effect she was going for.
She’d waved her husband goodbye that morning as he’d set off for his golfing trip knowing that she was going to be an unfaithful wife as soon as he was gone. It had been so hard to kiss him goodbye and not give anything away! The wicked, adulterous thrill of her plan thrilled her as she stood in the driveway, waving away like a devoted wife when her intentions were to be anything but.
It had crossed her mind to tell him anyway – after all, it was not a secret between them that she took a lover from time to time. She knew that the idea would excite him. It was just that sometimes, if she was honest with herself, she just didn’t want to share. She wanted the experience all to herself. It was always a thrill to be fucked by a new man, but the selfishness of her secret and its taboo helped to make it so much better for her. In some way that was hard to describe.
She’d met him via an internet chat site. Just a casual chat, nothing untoward and certainly no hint that their online meeting would lead to anything more substantial. But still, there had been something about him that had drawn her back for more. Something about the way he could make her laugh with a casual remark, or the way he could be polite but suggestive at the same time as they chatted away innocently. She liked the way his mind worked.
Gradually their friendship had grown, becoming more suggestive and explicit. They talked about what excited them and found they had much in common. Eventually she found herself sending him photos – just face photos at first but, after a few of those, he demanded to see more of her. Well, in a way she’d expected it. Even wanted it a little, perhaps. Bit by bit, her photos had needed fewer and fewer clothes until, ultimately, after a couple of hours of white-hot sex chat one evening, she had given in and sent him a fully naked pose.
Deep down, she had to admit that it had felt good to expose herself to him, finally. She’d wanted to please him, for him to desire her, and the obvious pleasure that he took from seeing her naked body was so gratifying. She so wanted him to want her.
So, after that first snap, she sent him more and more, each one more revealing than the last. Accepting that she wanted to make his cock hard for her made her body hum with excitement, her slit feeling full and her clit throbbing slightly. It had felt so hot that she’d found it impossible not touch herself gently as they chatted away.
He’d reciprocated of course, and whilst she wasn’t a fan of cock pics, she’d certainly liked what she had seen of him too. It felt good and dirty to know that she had that effect on him.
After that it had been obvious that they were going to meet. Well, not just meet, but meet and fuck.
She checked the clock again – she had an hour to finish getting dressed and make her final preparations. Her nipples were stiff to the touch as she put on her new bra and she spent a while making sure the straps were neat and tidy and not likely to leave too much of a mark on her shoulders and back. Then, as an afterthought, she slipped the bra off again for a moment to add a light touch of lipstick to each nipple so they stood dark and proud and moist against the creamy flesh of her full breasts.
Her nails had been painted earlier in the local nail bar so she just needed to blow-dry her hair, put on the rest of her clothes and get some music and drinks ready. As a final touch in front of the mirror, she took her perfume and sprayed it all over her body, pulling out the waistband of her panties to add a special extra spray for her pussy. If all went well, what a lucky boy he was going to be.
The time seemed to flash by until, all of a sudden, she was sitting on the sofa and hearing the door-bell chime. She swallowed hard and took a big gulp of chardonnay from the glass she had just poured. “Dutch courage”, she thought as she rushed to open the door.
And there he was, standing just as she’d imagined he would be, confident and smiling his greeting. She felt her face burning with embarrassment as she invited him inside. Goodness, it must be obvious to any of her neighbours what was going on! Well, to hell with them. If anything, that made it more exciting.
She took his coat and showed him into the lounge, offering him a drink and excitedly babbling small talk as she tried to recover her composure.
He said almost nothing but calmly took a glass of wine from her, taking her own glass and placing it in her hand so that they could toast. The rims of their wine glasses touched but, rather than taking a sip, he placed his left hand around her shoulder and drew her face close for a tender kiss on the lips.
She responded, tentatively at first and then more passionately. She had wanted to play it cooler but there was just something about how his manner expected the kiss that made her react. After all, why else had she invited him over? She grabbed the hair at the back of his head and pushed his lips hard against hers, opening her mouth to taste his tongue inside her. Now she could feel his spare hand move down her back, using his fingers to trace a lazy pattern on her skin, lower and lower before coming to rest against her backside.
Ohhh… he smelt so good. She adored the scent of his after-shave which was spicy with musk. They kissed hard, enjoying that first moment when it became clear to both of them what was going to happen. They broke their kiss to take a breath, then put down their wine and kissed again, this time with real hunger and passion.
Her arms were around him and she moved them down to grip his ass cheeks in her hands and felt him do the same to her. He began to knead her ass in his strong hands, forcing her closer to him until she began to feel his stiffening prick against her as they kissed.
She responded, forcing her vulva against him to increase the pressure.
“Now see what you’ve done,” he chuckled in her ear.
“Mmmm, that’s the plan!”
They were both laughing a little, feeling relief at knowing that the ice was properly broken and relaxing into a different mood.
He went to kiss her again and she felt his hands firmly strip her blouse out from her jeans and slide up and along her back, inside her shirt. Somehow, in one confident motion, he was able to snap the clasp on her bra and she gave a gasp of shock when she felt the release of her breasts as the garment slackened. Her fingers reached down to rub the tight-packed bulge in his jeans between them.
His kisses were hungry now as he moved his hands around and under the loosened bra, his fingers curling around her boobs and brushing her hard nipples. Now it was his turn to give a groan of pleasure as he fingered her hot, throbbing teats, his tongue in her mouth as she kissed him with her head thrown back and her fingers caressing his back through the fabric of his shirt.
They broke from their kiss and, in a scramble, he took off his shirt and undid the buckle on his jeans. She recognised her cue and sank to her knees in front of him, raising her head so her eyes could meet his as she slowly, carefully, drew his jeans and underwear down to reveal his dark, fat cock. It bobbed up as it sprung free of the waistband of his boxers and lay in front of her eyes, thick and pulsing.
He was circumcised and his cockhead was a broad, mushroom shape, dark plum in colour. Although he wasn’t yet fully erect, his cock was substantial. There was a thick vein running along the top of his shaft and she couldn’t help but let her finger trace along it as she teased and touched him a little. He stood before her, proud of his big dick and enjoying the attention she was lavishing on it.
Then she placed her fingers on his hips and moved her head to him, opening her mouth and extending her tongue to taste the tip of his cock before allowing it to slip between her lips.