As I drive around the roundabout and down the entrance road to Tony's flat, I can feel my pussy getting wet expectantly. Turning right into the estate the moistness in my pussy creates a slickness in my sex. I've been looking forward to seeing Tony again for a few weeks, ever since our last encounter, the one that left me superbly well fucked and smiling for most of the next day.
I deftly park my car in one of the visitor's bays and make my way to the entrance. Tony buzzes me in within a few seconds of my pressing the buzzer and I make my way up the stairs, my overnight bag in my hand. Tony is standing at the door of his flat waiting for me, a glass of chilled white in his hand. I pass through the door and take the drink, simultaneously dropping my bag onto the hall floor. Tony hugs me swiftly, cupping my buttock cheeks in his hands as he does so.
"I've been looking forward to this." He murmurs
I can feel the hardness of his cock through his jeans as I carefully hug him back, the glass of wine cautiously held aloft. I respond by pushing myself against him
"Me too." I smile as I move forward into the living room.
I recline across one of the 2 sofas, reggae music playing softly in the background. Tony picks up his own drink and stretches on the other sofa. We pass some time, chatting about this and that. What we've been up to, what a pain work is; all the normal day to day topics that old friends discuss. Tony rises to get me a second glass of wine, the first having mysteriously disappeared. He returns and places the glass in my hand as he sits down alongside me on the sofa. I take the glass and place it down on the table as I reach up and kiss Tony deeply. I feel his hand reaching out for my breasts, his thumb dragging across the nipple, covered by my blouse, making it spring erect, he slides his hand down the side of my waist, feeling the boning of the basque I'm wearing. He raises his eyebrows in question but before I have a chance to say anything the door buzzes.
"Ahh your special delivery has arrived, back in a mo." He smiles jumping up before I have a chance to say anything; he swiftly leaves the room shutting the door behind him.
I can hear muttering on the other side of the living room door and door opening and closing. I continue to sip my wine, it is a full 5 minutes before Tony returns; a big smile on his face.
"Now where were we?" He muttered as he sits down alongside me again.
I open my mouth, the unasked question forming on my parted lips.
"Shhh, just trust me, you're gonna enjoy this." he silences me with a kiss, caressing my body. I quickly forget the interruption as the wetness in my quim is cranked up a level by Tony's attentions. Deftly pulling my top upwards over my head his mouth drops to my right nipple, clearly visible above the top of the pale pink and black basque that I'm wearing, his hand slides up my stocking clad leg, under my skirt, past the nakedness of my thigh and onto my soaking snatch, his fingers tracing the length of my slit, teasing gently as he smiles down at me.
"Hmmm looking forward to this huh?" He laughs quietly as he hands me to my feet and removes my skirt, throwing it across the back of the sofa.
He holds me at arm's length and looks down at me. The basque, the black stockings, the wetness of my womanhood, all clearly visible to his eyes, I can see the desire in his gaze almost as clearly as I can see the longing of his hard-on, straining at his jeans. I take pity on the caged beast and unbuckle his belt, carefully unzipping his jeans, releasing the monster from its prison; I spit on my hand and rub the saliva across the tip. I feel it jump in response and stiffen as I circle the shaft with my hand. With the other hand I shuck down his jeans, leaving them in a pool around his feet as I feel his organ jerk and stiffen in response to my touch. I look up and see his eyes are closed and he is lost in the moment as I cradle his head and bring his mouth down upon my neck. His hand, once again, slides to my wetness and his fingers slip inside briefly. His digits, slick with my juices rise to his mouth as he licks my sap from them, groaning his approval; he steps back and out of his jeans. Leaving them where they fell, he takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. I follow behind, all thoughts of my surprise forgotten.
The small bedside light is glowing dimly on the pine bedside table and my eyes are drawn to the bed. A naked woman is reclining on top of the duvet. She's about 35, average height and build, soft in all the right places, rounded without being overly fat. Her mid brown hair, cut in a short style frames her face with its pretty green/brown eyes. Her skin is olive, in contrast to my pale white and Tony's milk chocolate skin.
Tony turns to me, smiling and says "Here's your special delivery, this is Tammy and she's here to be our slave for the evening."
Tammy stands and walks over to where I had abruptly halted at the doorway, she briefly pauses; I have a moment for my eyes to wash over her body, from her pretty face, her heavy breasts, her neat sex right down to her painted toenails before she kneels before us. I look at Tony and he nods silently as I swiftly weigh up my options here. Do I take charge or do I let Tony take charge? I quickly decide to take control of the situation, the need to enjoy this opportunity strong and pulsing within my pussy.
I motion to Tony to go and sit on the bed. He lays back against the headboard, his stiff cock erect in his lap. Tammy is still kneeling, eyes downcast in front of me.
"Are you truly willing to be our slave for the evening Tammy?" I ask
