"You've dreamt about a man who would show you what you are inside, who would make you feel what you're capable of feeling, because you know there's so much inside, don't you? You know there's so much more..." - dr_mabeuse
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I knew I was taking a huge risk. To change the game at this late date was to risk ruining a very adequate relationship. But, I knew I deserved more than adequate. I wanted so much more.
I suppose a little background is in order. I am 43 years old, working in an office, I have a "boyfriend" that I see three to four times a week. He is sweet and considerate, he will follow along with most of my ideas for nights out and we have been seeing each other for over a year.
I am bored. God, I am bored.
And herein lies the risk. Tonight, I want to go beyond ordinary. Beyond the usual evening routine. He arrives. We talk about our day. I lean in to kiss him and he follows me to the bedroom. We each turn our backs and remove our clothes and climb into the bed. He rolls over on me. Kisses me a few times until he is hard and then he pushes his cock into my semi-dry pussy. He pumps enough for him to cum and then collapses on me. In a moment, he will tell me how good I am and how much he likes the sex. This varies only occasionally, depending on whether he has been drinking. Then, he gets very brave and actually approaches my pussy with his lips. A few kisses, maybe a lick or two and he proceeds with the regular routine.
Tonight, it will be different, or it will be over. Maybe this is unfair to push him into the something so different so quickly, but I can't wait any longer to see if he has the type of passion that I need to have spent on me.
I dress carefully, very carefully for the evening. I have chosen to wear a black leather bra, black leather garter belt with stockings attached to it, high fuck-me heels and no panties. My hair and make-up are suitably slutty. The scene is set, the costume is on and I only await the second player. He should be here within the hour. I decide to step outside my apartment for a breath of fresh air, to step away from the soon-to-be seduction scene and sooth my nerves. I throw a black trench coat on over my seduction wear and I step outside on the porch. The door slams shut behind me...locking me out.
After a few moments of frantically pushing and pulling on the door, I realize that I am stuck outside. My keys and my cell phone are safely locked on the other side of the door. The apartment office is closed at this point and the parking lot is nearly empty.
I walk around the corner of my building, glancing at apartments... hoping to notice a neighbor that might be home. I knock on a few doors downstairs. No luck. I hesitate to go upstairs. I don't know many of the people in my complex, but desperate situations call for desperate measures. I climb the external set of stairs on the back side of my apartment building. At the top, I turn to the right. I knock, no answer. The only other apartment is to the left. I approach the door and gently knock. The door opens. I see an attractive, older man, maybe mid-fifties. He is a stranger to me.
"Hi. I am so sorry to bother you, but you see, I am locked out. I live downstairs and around the corner. I was trying to find someone at home that would allow me sit for about 45 minutes until my boyfriend gets here with the spare key. My name is Lacey." I tumble all this out in a hurry, hoping the door won't shut in my face.
"Hello. Sure, come in," he says as he opens the door wider.
I walk into a very light, clean living room with the largest television I have ever seen. He catches me looking and smiles.
He gestures for me to sit and offers me a drink.
"I would love one, but if I could impose for one other thing, I would really appreciate using your bathroom," I say with a blush.
"Sure. It is right through the master bedroom door."
I rush into the bathroom and relieve my need, hoping he can't hear me pee. I have always been embarrassed by that... trying to pee quietly is a real art form. I finish, wash my hands and check my make-up. Good god! I forgot that I had on this trashy eye liner and lipstick! He must think I am a prostitute or something.
I leave the bathroom and enter the bedroom. Another tv in here, with a table lamp by the bed offering a soft light. I notice that just inside the door, there is a glass coffee table with art glass objects on it. And also, an array of the most erotic sex toys I have seen outside the sex store across the street from the apartment complex! I am mesmerized by the soft suede whip and crop, the wrist restraints, the nipple clips and assorted dildos and butt plugs. I can't decide whether I am frightened or whether I am excited. I believe it might be both.
