A week after our shopping trip with the first lesson of modeling what was purchased, Paula called to see if I would like to go shopping again with her. Of course, I readily agreed.
"Okay, I'll be there at 9:00 am sharp tomorrow," she told me.
"Don't be late," I said.
"I promise, I will be there at 9."
And with that Paula hung up the phone. I spent Friday evening straighten up my home in anticipation of another romp with lovely Paula.
On Saturday I got up early, had a nice breakfast of eggs and bacon and took a long hot shower. I would have take a cold shower to calm down my raging hard-on, but I needed the hot water to relax so I could take my time pleasuring Paula. I didn't bother getting dressed since I anticipated stripping Paula was soon as she got in the front door. However, 9 am came and went and no Paula. At 9:21, the doorbell was rung by Paula.
"Sorry, I'm late," she said. As she came into my house wearing a short mid-thigh summer dress with no back and high-heels.
"Do you know how late you are?" I replied as I led her over to the couch and kissed her passionately while unsnapping the top of the dress at her neck.
"It is only 20 minutes late."
"I know, but you promised," as I stroked her back and butt. I was happy to realize that she was wearing a g-string as I squeezed her cheeks.
"I'm sorry, I won't do it again." she whispered.
"No, I don't believe you."
"What can I do to persuade you," Paula said while untying my robe. "I'll do anything!"
"Well there is one thing . . ."
"What? Whatever it is I'm your girl!!!"
"Okay, I want you to lay your stomach over my lap," I replied. And with that Paula laid down on my lap with her perfect rear in the air and only covered by a thin piece of material between her cheeks.
"Now What?" she asked.