Elaine was putting the final touches to her makeup in the bathroom mirror. Not that she needed much, she had flawless skin that only required the slightest touch to enhance her considerable beauty. She leaned into the mirror, examining the effect critically, pushing out the twin spheres of her full, round bottom. From behind, she was an awe-inspiring sight. Dressed in only suspender belt and stockings, with the string of a tiny thong barely visible between her buttocks, she was perched on black stiletto-heeled sandals. At school, she'd done ballet for years and she had been crushed when the teacher had taken her aside and gently informed her that her dreams of the professional stage were unlikely to be realised; she just didn't have the long, willowy body shape that was
de riguer
for the art. She was just too big on top, and despite the narrow waist, her hips were too broad. She'd gotten over her disappointment, and moved on with her life, but the ballet had left its legacy of firm toned muscle, considerable flexibility and a wonderful natural poise. She'd been the most beautiful girl in her school, for a long time before or since, and everyone in her small hometown thought she'd marry well and have a wonderful life. That all changed when she'd left home for the big city, but she'd had to leave, she just had to. She couldn't stay after what happened.
She looked at her watch. Three minutes to go before James might call at her apartment. She just had to step into her dress and put on some perfume and she'd be ready for him.
"God help me, I haven't seen him for over a week, and I really miss him!"
God, she couldn't wait. She knew, deep down what she needed. She needed to be fucked.
She sat down calmly by the door to wait. He'd said eight O'clock. Maybe he'd be on time or maybe not, he was a very busy man. She was prepared to wait patiently; it allowed some time for thought and to muse about how the night would progress. It had been on their second date that she'd made him wait for her.
Her cousin, Mary, had advised her to "Keep him waiting, it'll make him keen, and he'll appreciate you all the more when you eventually make your appearance!"
Well, she'd been ready, but she'd buzzed him in and said she'd be ready in five minutes. She had chatted inconsequentially to fill in the space and waited for 12 minutes - she'd intended to wait for 15, but it seemed like hours! However, when she'd eventually come through her bedroom door, ready to have her 'Ta-Dah" moment, the room had been empty. He'd gone! Just gone! She remembered undoing the work of art and returning herself to her natural state sad and despondent, wondering if she would ever see him again. Her stupid cousin! Why had she ever listened to her?
When he'd called her a week later, she'd sagged with relief. He'd told her the only commodity that he couldn't buy was time, and he didn't intend to waste it. If she could be ready by 7.30 on Saturday evening, would she like to be taken to dinner? Well, of course she could and would and she vowed to herself that she'd never to be late for him again. They'd had sparkling conversation over a lovely dinner and when she'd invited him in after getting back to her place, he'd taken her forcibly and fucked her hard. She'd loved it.
20:09: it's still early. Growing up as the most beautiful girl in the school wasn't always easy. Lots of boys that she thought were cute were too scared to ask her out, afraid of rejection. Older boys were more confident, but they expected more, and she had to be careful. In a small town, everybody knew everybody and their business, and a girl's reputation had to be guarded zealously. All the girls talked of making out with boys and how it was like wrestling with an octopus; removing a hand from a breast, it was immediately replaced by another attempting to get up your skirt. It was fighting off such advances that Elaine had had her first orgasm by another's hand. The boy had been persistent and in the throes of excitement had roughly squeezed her breasts and when she'd forced his hand from her, he'd immediately launched an attack up her skirt, pulling at the waistband of her panties. The combination of the elastic biting into her skin and the clumsy hand squeezing her pussy, and only by accident, stimulating her clit, had convulsed her in a powerful orgasm. Fortunately, that same excitement had caused the boy to come in his pants, so he'd missed her getting off - it would have been a disaster if he'd realised. But from then on, she realised that it wasn't the persistence of randy boys that she had to worry about, but her own passionate, libidinous nature that she had to keep in check. She was so easily aroused and climaxed so readily!
20:14: Still early enough. It was probably for these reasons she chose Richard as her steady boyfriend. He was a couple of years older and good-looking, but more than that, he was unfailingly polite.
He asked her permission before their first kiss and whether it could be on the lips. "Could he feel her breast?" "Could he undo her bra?"
As a consequence, she felt in control and safe and over the next few months allowed further progress until she gave him her virginity after the school prom (of course!). However, something small and insignificant changed something inside her. She'd spied the cover of some trashy romance novel in her local bookshop. It depicted the heroine in a filmy gown or nightdress, the bodice ripped to expose a heavy breast, the other crushed into the stiff and coarse frock coat of a period gentleman who gripped her behind her head, looking at her with an expression of domineering possession. The woman was looking up at him beseechingly, her lips parted, waiting for them to be claimed by his. It happened more than once that she'd become irritated by Richard's diffidence and longed for him, even just once, to rip her blouse off her chest and take possession of her body without asking first. And more than once, she orgasmed to her own fingers at the thought of her naked breasts crushed against the stiff frock coat of that period character. And of course, it set the seeds for what happened at that party and why she had to leave her hometown.
20:19. She looked at her watch when the buzzer rang and sighed with relief. A quick check in the mirror to confirm her appearance caused a momentary hesitation. The top of her dress was buttoned to a high waist and was quite confining. She had opened the top button transforming the look from staid to flirtatious. Almost without thinking, she unbuttoned a second, to reveal the upper slopes of her breasts and being pushed together, an exciting amount of cleavage. She took a deep breath and opened her door to James, her...well, not boyfriend, really, no, at 34 years of age, ten years her senior, her lover....
When the door opened, James Munroe fought hard to remain impassive as Elaine made her appearance, but the vision of her filled his brain with her beauty and his cock with blood.
"Bloody hell," he thought to himself, "she looks bloody fantastic!"
And what was more, he knew that one of her best features could only be experienced by touch; her skin was flawless and so soft it would rival that of a baby's. Being held in her arms, with her legs wrapped around his hips was like being enveloped in warm silk. However, he wasn't committed to the girl and didn't want to tip his hand. He had married young, and it didn't work out; his next woman had to be perfect for him, he needed a woman to be his companion, confidant and co-conspirator. Also, a personal sex slave would be a nice bonus! So, he played it cool and offered his arm to the girl and with a wry grin said,
"Would you care to accompany me to dinner, Mademoiselle?"
"I certainly would, kind Sir," laughed Elaine, taking his arm and pressing her full breast against him. "Where are you taking me this evening?"
"Oh, just a little bistro that I haven't been to in a while, but it always used to serve good food. It's only a short drive and the table's booked for nine."
As they drove, Elaine couldn't help but glance across at James. While he was older than her, he carried his years well; he was fit and handsome and very successful. In short, a good catch for any woman and Elaine was hoping against hope that this would go the distance. They'd been seeing each other for a couple of months now, usually once or twice per week, and Elaine had soon realised that she was falling in love with him. He was a take-charge sort of guy, and she liked that. It didn't hurt that he made love to her with skill and finesse and brought her to orgasm easily. Even after he'd just fucked her, she wanted more of him. Her pussy gave an involuntary spasm at the thought. What worried her was that she didn't know how she stood in his heart and to some extent it was a little like walking on eggshells for her. But she was going to hang in there as best she could; he was a prize worth fighting for.
Once at the restaurant, they were seated quickly and though the waiter handed each of them a menu, James ordered without looking. "We'll have oysters to start and then the chateaubriand, medium rare for the two of us, with a bottle of your Chateau Sissan."
Apart from the oysters, Elaine had no idea what she was going to eat, but she was sure that if it was good enough for James, it would be good enough for her.
