I was driving home, thinking about the fancy dinner I just had with Tim. It had taken a great deal of nerves for me to be there, wearing a sexy black dress which was was only held by a single knot behind my neck. I didn't wear a bra and my breasts jiggled every time I moved.
Tim had talked most of the time praising my work. He said the most admiring things like how brilliant I was, and how fortunate he was to be working with me. I saw him glance down at my boobs a few times, but he kept it professional. I had sat quietly the whole time listening to him, only smiling but in my mind I was imagining how big his cock was. With great effort I managed to keep my cool. Afterwards, I dropped him home with just a handshake. My pussy was dripping as I drove away.
I fucking hated myself. For so long I had been afraid to open myself to anyone. I was basically a closet slut and I feared coming out. It was so painful to be living like this. It was time for me to let go of the fear, be bold, take chance at love. Tim was smart, rich, very successful lawyer. He had a great muscular body. I have seen shirtless pictures on his Facebook page. Hell, I have masturbated to them. This could end badly but at least I would get a good fuck out of it.
I decided for once to follow my heart, or more precisely, my pussy. I could go home and masturbate as usual or I could go back and get fucked by a real cock. The choice was clear. I turned around and drove back his house. I found myself suddenly smiling. I felt so free.
My heart was racing as I pressed the intercom button at the gate. Tim answered, "Hello?"
"Hey it's me," I said. "Can I come in?"
"Jess!" He exclaimed.
This is it, I thought. Time to let go of modesty. No turning back. I leaned closer to the mic and whispered softly, "Let me in counselor. There's something I want to show you."
There was a pause, and then the gate started buzzing. I pushed it open. There were about 50 steps going down from the gate to the main door. It was very dark. As I walked down, I started talking off my clothes. I had planned to be completely naked when Tim opens the door. I was going to show him my total lack of inhibition tonight.
I reached back and tugged on the knot. The dress came falling at my feet. I felt the cold night air running all over my delicate body. My panties were soaking wet when I pulled them down next. The only thing I left on were my high heels. Leaving the clothes at the steps, I ran down, my breasts bouncing with every step.
I reached the door and stood with my hands crossed behind my back and my chests pulled out. My nipples were erect. I must've looked like a fucking slut, but I didn't care. My wild side had taken over now.
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I had always known deep down I was a slut. Whenever I saw a hot guy, I imagined fucking him at nastiest of places. But my catholic upbringing never let those thoughts materialize into any real encounters. I dated some guys but was afraid to make a "mistake". I was a virgin till my junior year in college, when I met my first boyfriend. I fell in love. I felt safe to play out my fantasies in a steady relationship. Too bad he couldn't handle my depravity. We broke up after two years.