Finally Friday was here! The week had gone by so slowly. Out in chill of brisk autumn air, surrounded by rustling leaves on ground, afternoon sun was low in early evening sky casting long shadows. Sandy drew her coat close around her as she hurried to her car. Damn, why did it have to be so cold and rainy this weekend??
This was to be their time. It was weekend of their 6 year marriage anniversary. She hated to admit it, but things had been in such a rut lately. Her marriage lovemaking definitely lacked fiery passion she had once desired, known, and enjoyed.
Sandy had become Ian's Mistress hopefully this arrangement would put back some of spark that had been missing in her life.
Sandy was planning on meeting Ian for this weekend. All would be set after picking one more thing on her way to a lakeside weekend cottage, where she was to meet Ian.
She stepped out of her car and went inside her custom clothing shop. This was part of her surprise for Ian. She seldom wore sexy lingerie, even though she knew how much he loved it. She was just so damn self conscious in this type of clothing.
Since this was to be their special weekend, she wanted everything to be just perfect, with all of his favorite things. She walked up to shop counter asking for items she had put on special order two weeks before.
Sandy thought about what she had chosen while store clerk walked into backroom storage area to retrieve them. She had picked out two white ivory satin lace short teddies, a white ivory see through negligee, white see through body suit, and white ivory lacey high hip briefs.
Sandy knew Ian would be warmly excited when he saw these on her. She knew him so well. Sandy paid balance on her package then quickly hurried out the door. She tried not to giggle out loud thinking of wearing these sexy things on her voluptuous body.
Sandy had always considered herself entirely too mature to wear lingerie, but she had to admit thinking of wearing them for Ian really excited her. She thought of their weekend together and all her plans made while driving heading toward her lakeside cottage called Eagle Nest Cottage. Ian picked it out, and had given her an advance to secure the cottage for their weekend.
Sandy arrived at cottage early, set up housekeeping, flowers, candles, hearth fire, chilled champagne (helps take off an edge), light dinner prepared, and last minute fix ups.
Ian drove up listening to gravel crunch beneath car tires. Ian parked his car. An Eagle shaped sign in front marked lakeside cottage address. As he stepped out of his car, cottage seemed eerily quiet and dark. Ian inserted his key, opening latch, walked through door into cottage. He slowly looked around an unfamiliar living area that now seemed oddly erotic.
Hearth had a few glowing red ember logs crackling behind fire screen. Only other light was that of several vanilla lavender scented candles placed around room.
Candle flames danced reflections on walls while a soft breeze was made by a ceiling paddle fan turning slowly in room center. Ian thought Sandy had really gone all out. He stopped to bend down to smell a candle that was burning on table beside a large soft leather reclining chair. This candle scent smelled like her. A seductive scent of her perfume rose to meet him. Beside the candle was a note from Sandy. He recognized her handwriting immediately. Slowly he unfolded her note reading it slowly.
(Sandy's note) "Honey, I have a surprise for you, one that I'm sure you will find very much to your liking. I've been thinking of you all day, I can't wait to feel you inside me. I have a nice hot shower waiting for you. When you finish come back in here, I have many other surprises in store for you tonight." Love Sandy
Ian reached down and ran his hand across his aroused Penis. Sandy's note was filled with promises of erotic surprises. He loved Sandy's erotic sensual enthusiasms, but it had been much too long since they had last played. There never seemed to even be enough time together for them, much less any time for fantasy and the sensuality they both enjoyed together so much.
He slowly walked into a rich marbled steamy bathroom, where true to her note there was a hot shower waiting for him. He peeled off his clothes neatly stacking them on a marble bench, then opened shower door, stepping into warm shower. Warm hot water ran over his hair, down his head, back, and chest. The shower felt good, comforting, and sensual.
He let his mind drift to visual thoughts of Sandy and her body. They fit perfectly skin to skin. He loved the way she felt to his touch. She felt so soft and smooth. Her large heavy breasts bounced when she rode on him. He loved cupping her breasts when his penis was inside her vagina. He imagined his hands on her ass. She was so soft everywhere. Ian loved her softness. He especially loved to lick her soft tummy that she always complained was 'too big'. Her tummy was perfect for him.
Her body was delicious. He loved her taste during extended foreplay as sucked vaginal lips, moving his tongue up and down her vaginal slit, slow then fast, back slow, again. Ian loved licking, tasting, and sucking over and over then again and again, and once more. He loved drinking from between her legs, then swallowing all of her, not wasting a drop.
Ian enjoyed Sandy's responsiveness as it affirmed him, giving him deep confidence that she was in midst of satisfaction. He would build her up to orgasm, hold the edge, sometimes pushing her over the top, and sometimes letting her subside, she was not able to anticipate his moves, which left her in throes of arousal for hours, as he orally stimulated her succulent warm moist vaginal.
She was everything he had wanted. He had been able to feel Sandy's passion for him burning in her eyes from the time they first spoke on line then confirmed when they first met in person. Sandy allowed her to release with total and complete abandonment. She showed him her enjoyment when they made love. Thinking back to times when their passion so intense it nearly consumed them, he reached down and brushed his hand over his aroused Penis, feeling want for Sandy. Thoughts of their lovemaking made him hungry for her.
Knowing she was hungry, wanting and waiting for him made him quicken his pace to finish showering. He turned water off, stepped out of his shower, reached for a large black fluffy bath towel. He quickly dried himself. Looking in mirror Ian took some Ralph Lauren Cologne splash then slipped into a fresh black satin thong. Ian's full balls filled out his form fitting thong.
Ian looked into the mirror; "Not too bad", he thought.
His body was hard and tanned from working outside; the black satin thong clung to his damp form. He ran a hand casually through his hair dry brushing it with a towel. Turning from the mirror, turning off the light, he walked back into living area.
Next to his chair was a glass of red merlot from California's Napa Valley. Picking it up, he raised his glass, then whispered "here's to Sandy the Beautiful'.
Ian slowly sipped as he lowered himself into soft leather reclining chair. Ian's eyes scanned a dimly lit room, wondering what was next. His eyes found her in darkness, standing silently, statuesque, in white, like a virgin bride on her wedding night waiting for him.
He sat up on edge of his seat as Sandy stepped into dim light. His heart skipped a beat. God, she was gorgeous! She stood before him in a white lace see through negligee which was just below her crotch, nothing else was underneath.
Ian's eyes slowly drifted down her beautiful body. She was bathed in dappled soft reflections of dancing candlelight. Light streaks undulated through her negligee across Sandy's skin in dancing shadows. Her creamy, white breasts spilled out a deep V plunging to her gown waistline.
Looking intently at him, she turned herself around in a complete circle. He took a long deep look as his mind captured thin time slices of his vision to her. He had a good long look as she slowly turned for him.
