Posted: Sep 4, 08 12:16pm
It is late afternoon, and this was a particularly long day dealing with annoying customers. Or maybe you’re anxious to leave because you’ve been reading, over and over, the email I sent you a few hours ago. You get home, with my email is still playing out in your head, and you remember your first task: go straight to the bathroom, and run a bath. Your clothes come off fast, and you sprinkle drops of aromatic oils in the hot water, and slide in.
A half hour later, you get out, dry yourself off and start picking out the clothes I asked you to wear: sheer top, no bra, and a vest to cover up the front, a flowing skirt, and lace panties. You rush out the door to meet me at the Starbucks in the local mall.
You walk in, and your eyes find me sitting at a corner table. Our eyes meet, we smile, and as you recall my email, you start walking toward me very slowly, pushing your vest slightly to the side. My erection grows as I notice eyes following you across the room, trying to catch a glimpse of your areolas under the sheer top.
I stand up, pull out a chair, and help you into it. As you sit, you notice a tall, slim bag on the table, which I push aside. I ask what you would like to have and head over to place the order. Per my email, you head out to the ladies’ room, take off your panties, put them in your purse, and come back to the table.
From the corner of my eye, I can see you squirming a bit, shifting in your chair. I finally come back to the tables, drinks in hand. You take a sip of your drink, and I ask you if it’s sweet enough, and on cue, you slide your hand under your skirt, slip a finger inside your wetness, bring it back up, and dip it in your drink and take a sip. “Better now”, you say. I reply with: “they forgot to add sugar to mine”, and with that, you slide your hand back under the table, and bring back your sweet nectar dipped fingers, and stir them in my drink. “Much better”, I say as I take a sip.
As we slowly sip our drinks, I ask you to tell me how you liked your bath, and you start giving me all the details: How you slowly rubbed your neck, your face, how the soft opera playing in the background relaxed you, and with your eyes closed, how you ran your hands over your chest, imaging the hands were mine, how softly caressed your thighs, just like I would, how you tickled that sensitive spot right below your ear, and how you slid your hands underneath you and squeezed your cheeks. You’re squirming more as you’re giving me all the details, and your thighs are rubbing up an down, all the while trying to be discrete, but a couple of people are taking glances, trying not to be too obvious.
You then describe how you got out of the bathtub, slowly dried off, and rubbed lotion all over your body, and how excited you were getting as you imagined my hands rubbing lotion all over you, very slowly, and making deliberate long stops at a few spots.
Our drinks are almost finished. I ask you for something sweet, and one more time, your hand disappears under the table, and this time around, I take your hand into mine, and bring it closer to my face. With both hands cupped over your hand, I take your fingers into my mouth and roll my tongue around trying to catch every last trace of your sweet nectar. As you lean forward, your vest opens up giving me an ample view of your luscious areolas and nipples.
It’s time for that fashion show I mentioned in my email. I take your hand, help you out of your chair, grab the bag I had on the table, and we head off toward the department store. Once in there, I find a saleswoman, and ask her for help. She gladly shows you to a sofa by the dressing room, and heads off with me to help me pick out three sexy. The saleswoman picks out an empty dressing room, and hangs the selection inside.
In you go, where you change into your first outfit. As you walk out to show me, you turn around, and hike the skirt up a bit exposing your naked cheeks. I admire and smile and say “next”. You walk back in, take your clothes off, and start touching yourself, all the while thinking about me touching you. You walk out and give me your fingers to lick as you show me the second outfit. This time around, your breasts are showing, but only the salesperson helping us notices. You walk back into the dressing room, and as you change into the last outfit, you touch yourself some more, this time squeezing your nipples as you do. You stop, put on the third outfit and walk out. This time, you hike up your skirt and let me have a peek at your naked front. You’re trying not to be obvious, and the saleswoman tried not to notice.
As you walk back into the dressing room, I ask the saleswoman to help me pick some lacy panties for you, and ask her to take them to your dressing room. You put the new panties on, and start rubbing your clit under the lacy fabric with one hand, and squeezing your nipple with the other. You close your eyes, and think of me pinning your back against the dressing room’s wall, with your legs wrapped around my back and me going in and out of you, and my balls slapping against your cheeks. That image is imprinted in your mind, as you have an earth shattering orgasm, all while biting down on your lips to remain as quiet as possible.
You take off your new drenched panties, put your clothes back on, and meet me outside the dressing room, where you hand me the panties. I find the saleswoman, pay for the panties, and put them in a small bag. I grab my other bag, and we walk out hand in hand.
I walk you to your car, and as I open the door for you and help you in your seat, I lean over, take a small vase with a rose in it from my bag, and hand it you. I step back, still holding the bag with the panties in it, and tell you to wait for an email from me. In it, you will find directions to a movie theatre, and a daytime showing to make sure that not too many people will be around. In the email, I will ask you not to wear any panties, because I will bring some for you to wear once we’re done “watching” the movie.
