We were having a weekend in a Brighton hotel. She'd bought some new lingerie and we were getting ready to go out for dinner. As usual we were late. I was already dressed when she stepped out of the bathroom in a white towelling dressing robe, her hair wet from the shower.
"We need to get going." I said grumpily.
"What do you think?" She let the gown fall and turned round once to give me the full effect.
In the shop the knickers had looked cute. Pretty black and red lace but nothing special. Seeing them on her it was another story. At the back the thin fabric pulled tight across her arse hiding nothing at all. At the front it plunged down between her legs and cupped her crotch like a slender hand. The shadow of her thatch of neatly-trimmed hair showed through the lace and pointed the way to where the gusset swelled across the lips of her cunt.
"Oh babe!" I sat on the bed and reached for her, putting my hand at the top of her thigh, brushing the tip of a finger against the cloth over her clit.
"Not now. We have to go out." She said. "I'll get my dress..." But she didn't move. Just stood there, her legs a little apart.
I wanted her so much I was shaking. I stood and pushed her down so she sat on the bed.
"I should be getting ready..." she said.
I pushed her legs apart and put my mouth against the black fabric over her crotch. I could feel the warmth of her through the cloth. I could smell her. I kissed her cunt through the lace. I could even taste her. My cock was aching for her. I started to slip the knickers off.
"Not now. Leave them on. Fuck me after dinner!"
"Leave them on?"
"Yes."
