The red circle on the calendar caught my attention as I drank my morning cup of tea. Seven pm was scrawled in big red letters across the box in Scott's boxy printing. Today. He had wanted a special date night, and we had both waited for the day for the last two weeks. I turned away from the calendar and per our agreement, I began my Friday in front of the computer, searching out the hottest, most erotic bondage stories I could find. "To get me in that frame of mind." Most of the smut was a total turn off to me, a few I found were ok, but I could have written them better. One was hot. I read it over and over again and then sent it to him at work.
"What do you think of this one?" I typed. Satisfied that I fulfilled my part of the agreement, I signed off and went to go shower. The hot water spraying my back tickled my senses and tingled my core. My back and shoulders were always sensitive. I stood under the spray, feeling the water dance along my skin, shivering ever so slightly at the sensations. Carefully I shaved everything, enjoying the gliding strokes of the razor along my tender skin. I always loved the sensation of being smooth, and carefully ran the pads of my fingers over my mound to check for any stray hairs. I moved on to my long curly hair, shampooing the flowery scent into my scalp, rinsing and repeating. Once I had rinsed out the suds, I deep conditioned my hair. Having thick, long curls, just hair care alone was time consuming. Before the water got cold, I quickly squirted my favorite scented shower gel onto a poofy sponge and suds from my neck down. I loved the feeling of the silky bubbles sliding down my wet skin. Satisfied I was squeaky clean from head to toes, I turned off the rapidly cooling water and stepped out into the steam filled room.
Wrapped snuggly in a fluffy towel, I sat back at the computer to check my messages. Scott wrote, "Hot...I want you to go shopping for something sexy at the sex shop and wear it tonight."
I smiled and typed a quick message, "Looking forward to this." I went to my room and applied a generous amount of my favorite lotion all over my skin, slowly rubbing it in, admiring my body, running my hands up and down every inch, wishing it were his hands.
I dressed, matching black lace lingerie, my favorite pair of jeans, and a cute black and purple blouse. I rand a pick through my hair air and let it dry into tight ringlets, as I applied some make up. Satisfied I looked presentable enough to spend a day shopping, I left the house and headed to the nearest adult store.
I had been in once or twice with Scott, but I had never purchased anything myself. The shop was large, and tastefully arranged. I walked directly to the side of the store with the clothes and ignored the rest. The sales lady came up within minutes to ask if I needed help with anything.
"I'm looking for something for tonight. My husband is taking me out to a special dinner and asked me to wear something sexy."
"Did you have anything in mind?" She asked. She seemed totally comfortable in the store, not embarrassed in the slightest to work in such a place.
"Not really." I mumbled, feeling my cheeks flush when the guy over by the movies noticed me.
"That's ok...I can help you find something you will both enjoy. Do you prefer the feeling of lace or silk?"
"Both really...but silk is nice." I tried on several of her choices before we finally settled on a black caged corset teddy. The back was mostly open, save for a few strategically placed pieces of string, criss crossing my back and lifting my bum. The front was tastefully both revealing and covered just enough, cupping my breasts, and leaving my waist and ribs bare. Essentially the front was a corset style laced three-inch wide strip of fabric going down my torso to between my legs. The bottom part was crotch less, which I felt odd in, but I knew Scott would love.
"This looks great on you!" The sales lady said.
"I like it too."
"Do you have a dress to go with it?"
"Not yet. That's my next stop."
She rang up my purchase and gave me a little wink as I walked out. I blushed, but smiled. She was nice.
I found a nice little clingy red and black cocktail dress at the next store that accentuated my bust but didn't make me look too hippy. With straps in strategic places and a full back, when I wore it, there gave no hint at what was underneath, so the teddy would be a surprise.
I was both excited and nervous on my way home. The shopping had eaten up most of my day and it wouldn't be too long before Scott would return home. I spent the rest of the afternoon restless, constantly watching the clock. I tried to read, but threw the book across the room. Eventually it was time to get dressed and I took my packages to the bedroom and dressed carefully, as to not tear the expensive fabrics.
I twirled around in the mirror a few times and giggled. Just wearing the outfit made me feel bold and daring.
"Hi sexy lady." Scott came up behind me and nuzzled my neck. I hadn't even heard him come home.
"Hi, you like?" I asked, turning around a few times for him to see.
"Oh yeah..." He smiled. He hooked his finger and motioned for me to come to him again. I stepped into his arms and he kissed me, soft and gentle at first, then harder and more demanding, until we were both gasping for air.
"I picked up a little something at the store today myself." He said, separating us. There was a bag at his feet.
"Let me see!" I said excitedly. I sat down on the bed and peeked in the bag. I couldn't tell what it was, so I dumped it out on the bed. It was a package of black straps and pink cuffs. He bought restraints, a small toy and a large bottle of lube. I knew in an instant what he wanted for tonight. I glanced up at him. "I'm not sure about this." I said softly.
He knelt in front of me and took my hands. "I know you're nervous. That's ok...but please, for me, can you try it tonight? I promise I won't hurt you."
I took a deep breath and looked back at him. I loved those eyes...so gentle and passionate. For him, I would try. I nodded. "Ok, I'll try." My voice was shaky. He smiled and gently took my face in his hands and kissed me again. "That's all I ask."
We went to dinner at our favorite Italian place. It was a small building, but tastefully decorated and cozy. The food was wonderful. We laughed and talked, teased and flirted with each other. Throughout the night, Scott kept his hand on my leg, gently caressing my knee and lower thigh, right where the bottom of the dress lay against my skin. I could feel my skin getting hotter at his touch, and wishing he would sneak his hand a bit higher.
By the end of the dinner, my pussy ached to be touched by his roaming hand, and I think he knew it. We walked out of the restaurant and I breathed a contented sigh. The cool night air felt wonderful on my hot skin, and the breeze went up my skirt to tickle my bare flesh.
Once we got in the car, he kissed me, forcing my mouth to open under his probing tongue. I couldn't resist pulling him to me more, my fingers raking through his hair. He kissed the shell of my ear, and nipped at my earlobe. I shivered a bit and pulled his head down to my breasts. He bit through the material and snagged a nipple with his teeth. I moaned when he scrapped it against his teeth and sucked hard, leaving a wet spot on my dress. A wave of desire pooled in my womb and my breath hitched. I could feel myself getting wetter against the leather seat. His hand roamed lower, back to my thigh. Impatiently he pushed my dress up and saw my dripping pussy, uncovered and swollen with arousal.
"Oh my god! That's so hot!" Scott kissed me hard, and teased my pussy with his finger, rubbing in circles gently, running his finger up and down to gather my juices. I moaned and lifted my hips to his hands. His finger found my clit peeking out and pressed and rubbed until I nearly screamed, right on the edge of an orgasm. Just one more touch would have done it, but he moved his hand away quickly, and I almost came anyway. I was panting, holding onto his shoulders, leaning against him.
"Baby, please..." I whispered in the dark of the car. "Let's go home."
"When we get home, you're mine!" He growled in my ear.
All the way home, I hand my hand on his cock, rubbing and squeezing gently. I could feel him pulse and harden under my fingers, to the point where I could hardly get my hand all the way around him. He was dripping wet through his slacks. At the stop light before our house, he groaned, deep and low and pulled my hand away.
"Honey, you're going to make me cum." He whispered, kissing my palm. "Tonight is supposed to be about you."
"I want to touch you." I said, pouting.
"You will...another time." He said.
We barely got inside the house before he slammed me up against the door and kissed me, pulling my dress up to expose part of my outfit and my wet pussy. He pulled at my clit, making me gasp and moan, and slid one finger deep inside me. I moaned, waiting for him to move his finger. Instead he pulled it out and tasted it.
