Beneath the seemingly innocent dress Chantelle wore a set of white lace panties with matching lace bra. She looked at her body in the mirror as she dressed. The panties were sheer and showed off her triangle of carefully manicured pubic hair. Chantelle wasn't one to completely shave her mons, that was for porn stars. She did shave the hair from between her legs though, from her puckered little annus to her clit. Andrew had begged her for years to shave this area to avoid getting pubes in his throat when he gobbled her pussy. She resisted for years but then found that it made her feel sexy and she liked it. Her brown areoles clearly visible through her bra, her nipples pressed against the restraining lace casting shadows to compliment the colour showing through. Her stomach was flat and her legs muscular but slender from years of activity. She looked good and she knew it.
All this preparation followed a number of texts between Gavin and herself. Eventually the texts became a little flirtatious. Finally she agreed to meet him for drinks. Now she stood on the veranda waiting, he was late. She arrived early not able to sit in her hotel room anymore. Anticipating. Scenarios ran through her head. "It's just a drink" she said to herself, but then why the special care in choosing the lacy panties and the dress that she knew fell nicely between her bum cheeks, showing off her shape. Why would she have shaved her pussy in the shower this morning if she wasn't going to be home for another week. "It's just a drink" but why didn't she mention it to Andrew on the phone." Andrew, her husband far away across the ocean.
She was just about to turn to the table where her cell phone lay to check the time. She felt his hand on her shoulder as he moved up behind her, close. She didn't need to turn to see who it was. He stepped right up to her from behind, she could sense his chest an inch or less from her back, his hand warm on her shoulder, the setting sun warm on her chest. "I see that you have a drink" no apology for being late, no "Hello" He had all the answers to the questions that she had been asking herself. She leaned back against him and answered them for herself.
Gavin's hand slid down from her shoulder, down her arm and around her front, his forearm pressing lightly on the underside of her breasts. He could smell her freshly washed hair, her light perfume that was more her natural scent radiating from her skin than it was a commercial product. He felt her body leaning into his, she had surrendered and wasn't going to pretend otherwise. Gavin somewhere between flaccid and erect, the swell of his cock against her was unmissable, for both of them.