We didn't hold back. He knew what I liked but also knew that my past sexual experiences were limited. I'd recently been sexually awakened and wanted to explore all that I didn't know.
Where I lacked experience, he made up for it and he was completely turned on by thoughts of experiencing some type of sexual enlightenment with me. His instructions were clear. They laid on a note on an outfit that was sitting on our bed.
"Put this on. No questions please, just be ready at 7 pm -- xoxo, D."
My pussy twitched with excitement; she was ready too. Often, I must lasso my thoughts back in when my pussy gets involved but I didn't want to be late, so I started getting ready.
Skintight black mini dress, no bra, no panties, just thigh-high black stockings and garter belt, paired nicely with some strappy black heels. I'd never seen this dress. He must have picked it out special, I thought. Butterflies circled around inside my belly. I felt like a kid about ready to walk into a candy store.
Wild, curly and untamed hair complemented the dress perfectly, so that's what I went with. I put on a black choker, my best cherry red lip gloss and tried to keep my hands off my pussy while I waited for him to arrive. I don't sit idle for too long without getting antsy, but I was ready a bit early.
I uncrossed my legs and adjusted the strap on my heel then ran my hand slowly up my leg, adjusting the garter belt, then up my thigh; it was razor smooth...everything was. My legs fell wide open, and I slowly circled my clit then slide 2 fingers down between my lips...already wet and primed for playing.
I ran my fingers down both sides of my vagina, feeling my soft velvety lips. I'm not sure there is anything much softer than a freshly shaven pussy. It felt incredible. Mmmm..fuuuuck. I couldn't wait to put it all over his face.
The doorbell rang and I sprung to my feet. Just before opening the door, I took a quick second and ran those naughty fingers just below my nose. The fragrance was lavender with a hint of fresh, clean pussy.
I opened the door, and it was him. "Why did you ring the doorb--" and I couldn't finish the sentence. He grabbed my shoulders and twisted me around backward, pressed his chest and rising cock against me. He nuzzled his nose through my hair and found my neck. I could feel him inhale, like he was trying to smell my soul. The power in his hands, in his touch, in his lips was such a turn on. This man knew exactly what he wanted, and it was me.