Lana slid into the cool leather seat of Drew's BMW. Remembering a conversation she had with Diane, she boldly adjusted her dress so that her bare ass and slit were sitting directly on the leather. Drew noticed the adjustment and commented "Excellent! I want you to be always reminded of your nakedness, and just as importantly, the reason for your nakedness. For when you are with me out of the office Lana, you exist for my pleasure. A pleasure I know you will find is returned many fold. Now spread those luscious legs so that I may have access to that kittenish little cunt of yours"
Lana felt the moisture gush from her, as Drew's hands slid up her tanned thigh, and gently strummed her engorged clit. That action, combined with the recent carnal conversation in the restaurant, kept Lana at a heightened state of arousal all the way across town until Drew pulled into his secluded driveway. Ever the gentleman, Drew came around to Lana's door and held it open. As Lana exited the car Drew tugged on the halter neck and said "I don't think you'll be needing that" Lana was startled for a moment, realizing that Drew intended for her to take it off right there, but one look around and she saw that the view from the street would be blocked by a line of hedges. Without a seconds thought, the young blonde undid the clasp and shrugged off the filmy garment.. As she stepped out of the pool of material, Drew scooped it up with one hand and Lana with the other. Holding her close Drew ran one hand down her smooth, tanned back, slipping one of his large fingers slowly down the crack of her ass and lightly over the outside of her soaked cunt. With the other hand he gently lifted up Lana's chin and kissed her deeply, soulfully. Lana felt a small orgasm ripple thru her.
"Lesson Number One" said Drew "I'm not the hand holding type...when we are alone like this, or out of town,--always take my arm". The couple walked slowly up the front steps and Drew let them inside.
Drew dropped his keys on a small table in the front hall, and fiddled with the alarm. Noticing his growing frustration, the young blonde gently pushed his hand aside and punched in the disable code. Drew laughed "Diane used to do the exact same thing. I hate technology!! Now I have some messages to check...why don't you go and find something fetching to slip into...and bring drinks into the study??" he handed Lana her dress, and sent her on her way with a gentle pat on her well rounded ass.
Lana walked into her room and not wanting to give up the feeling of wantonness she felt, selected a short, open lace robe that barely covered her ass and bald cunt. Diane had spied it as part of a set with thong and camisole and once she got it home, threw out the offending panties and camisole as "something you'll never wear, little one". In addition to the shortie robe, Lana found a pair of high heeled, strappy sandals to complement the scanty robe. As she made her way into the kitchen to pour drinks she passed by the full length mirror in the hall. As she stared at her reflection adjusting her outfit, it was difficult for her to remember the Lana of just a few short weeks ago.
Lana took the drinks into the study and stood beside Drew illuminated in the glow of the computer screen. As she absently mindedly stroked the back of his neck he looked up "I'm chatting with Diane about that foreign currency problem we're having in the Ukraine—I'll just be a minute. Do you want me to say hello for you??" Lana nodded and slid onto the arm of the large leather chair. She could feel the rounded armrest press into her cunt and started to imperceptibly rub against it. Drew looked up and placed his hand on her upper thigh stroking it softly as he waited for Diane's reply
