I had been awake for 2 hours, dreaming up this audacious plan. It started off as an early morning fantasy to play along with. But after my hot slippy fingers had satisfied my tingling clit the idea grew and grew, until I dared myself to go through with it.
But now that I had the place to myself to get ready, I wasn't sure if it was wise, and moreover if I had the nerve to carry it off.
Just at that moment, my mobile buzzed a text through. It was from him. I'd only met him 2 days before and he was still listed as 'jeff.com', my own code for men I met through the internet dating site. "Look 4ward 2 meeting up again very soon!" Oh God! I was due at his house in one hour and I was still stark naked! But if I stuck to my plan there wouldn't be too much change there!
Into a steamy hot shower, I splashed out using my best gel, lathering my curves and trying to wash off the endless juice seeping from my hot excited cunt. My nipples were hard as cherries and longing to be plucked and sucked. But no time for such pleasures. Hopefully that would come soon enough. Now I had work to do.
Seduction starts in the ritual of preparing yourself: pampering, cleansing, relaxing, while at the same time priming your mind and body for interaction. Personally I love role play. I get such a thrill out of donning an outfit which can change you into a slut, a naughty school girl, a dirty whore, or a depraved nun. Perhaps it's because 'being' someone else allows you to do things 'plain ol' Louisa' wouldn't dare do. I must add that my past lovers don't seem to mind too much either!
Part of the trick is subtly working out what your lover wants. Does he actually want to be pushed a little further than he's ever been before, exploring new ground? This is what I sensed with Jeff, and was why I finally resolved to just go for it, push his boat way out, and see where it took us. Quite frankly, I reasoned to myself, if he's shocked or put off then he's not the man for me anyway.
A quick blast under the dryer to get my curls falling around my shoulders. Then a lick of make-up - too early for the full works. But a little red lipstick was definitely necessary for 'the look'.
Watching the clock, I slipped on sheer black stockings, aligning the seam up the back of my smooth legs, and attached red silk suspenders which I slapped happily against my luscious bottom (apparently my best feature according to some). The skimpiest thong knickers were more of an invitation than being of any practical use. And finally the matching red silk balcony bra showed off my soft plump breasts beautifully. I was almost ready.
I didn't plan to be walking much, so I allowed myself the indulgence of wearing my new, illogically high, black patent heels. I teetered through to the hall cupboard for the final touch - an old black raincoat that I hadn't worn in years. I flicked the collar up and pulled the belt tight around my trim waist. Yes that was exactly what I had envisaged. But what would he think?
As I drove through town, the coat slipped to the side revealing be-stockinged thighs. I was simultaneously excited and nervous. My God what if I crashed, or got pulled over for a spot check!? However I arrived safely, ten minutes late as one would expect. I looked up at the huge new blocks of flats, and glanced once more at the address. I felt as if hundreds of eyes were watching me cross that car park, every one of them able to see through my shabby exterior, to the warm red silky softness below.
Although he had given me the code to get in, I rang his bell, just to be polite. Strangely there was no answer, so I let myself in and nervously took the lift to the third floor. I pressed the bell and counted the seconds, straining to hear footsteps within. Nothing. How odd? I checked the address, flat 10, and realised with horror that I'd come to the wrong block of flats! I fled as fast as my 4 inch heels could carry me, down once again to the car park, and carefully made my way to block 2 this time. I determined not to get flustered and focused on remembering how big and hard his cock had been that first night, and how tender and open he was holding me in his arms after our first tryst.
