Frankie and I were in Bath on a July Saturday during the hot summer of 2013. We walked around for a short while and she picked up a couple of new summer dresses in Debenhams before we retired to a pub for a lunchtime drink. We ordered at the bar and made our way outside to the very busy garden. I spied an empty table toward the back of the garden and we sat just chatting, people watching and sipping our drinks. Inevitably, the talk turned to sex and we discussed various things that we'd like to try. While this was going on, I had surreptitiously slid my hand under Frankie's flowing summer dress and I was gently caressing her soft, shaven pussy through the thin fabric of her panties. I kept checking to see if anyone had noticed, when I had confirmed that they hadn't, I continued gently rubbing the length of her slit with the pad of my thumb. The conversation continued, I could feel her heat and wetness through the flimsy fabric.
Frankie was quite keen on the domme role and I was equally keen to play sub to her, this is something that we'd done before and I may or may not decide to let you, dear reader, in on that in due course. The last time that we'd had sex, it was in front of the mirror at the foot of her bed, she had begun by kneeling before me and letting me watch as she slowly slid her lips along the length of my hard shaft. This wasn't necessarily something new to me, but it was such a horny sight, watching this incredibly sexy lady slowly and deliberately fellate me as we both watched. As that particular afternoon developed, I fucked her hard from behind as we gazed into each other's eyes in the mirror's reflection. Back to the pub garden conversation, Frankie knew that I had enjoyed a bi encounter in my past and she mentioned that she would very much like to see me with another man. Of course, I immediately agreed and said it was something that we could certainly do in the future. She asked me what I'd really like and I asked her in return if she'd ever used a strap-on. As soon as I said that, she confessed that, when we'd been fucking in front of the mirror, the thought of us switching roles had more than just crossed her mind. So, with that in mind, the following is how I pictured that little tableau playing out.
Frankie once gave me a pair of her knickers and told me that she'd really like me to wear them sometime. I'd not tried this before, but, there was no way I was ever going to deny any request she made of me. The next morning I put them on and sent her a text message to let her know. I immediately got why some guys get a kick out of wearing women's underwear. Aside from the feel of the silky material, just the fact that I was wearing something that I arguably shouldn't have been was a huge turn on. I was pleased to read her response just a few seconds later, I told her that wearing her knickers made me feel so horny. The feeling was heightened when she replied that it made her feel the same.
Anyway, the story...... I would be instructed to wear her knickers again as I went to her house one evening. She would greet me wearing the world's tiniest dress, the little grey one that barely covered her gorgeous behind. As I came through the door, she would throw her arms around me and, as I hugged her back, I could tell that she was naked underneath. We kissed, oh how I could never tire of kissing those soft lips, she would bite my bottom lip, a look of pure lust in her eyes.
"Upstairs, big boy," she instructed, "strip to your underwear and wait for me in the bedroom, you will be kneeling in front of the mirror."
OK, I thought, not even a cup of coffee? I smiled and started up the stairs to her bedroom. Opening the door, the curtains were drawn, candles gave off a soft glow from each side of the bed and the dresser. I closed the door behind me and removed my clothes as instructed.
"Are you ready?" She called from the landing
