I made up my mind to see him again...The man of my sexual dreams. He had taken my virginity and I had made love to him again right afterwards. I always knew I'd have to be forced to make love the first time. The memories of his strong arms wrapped around my waist still went through my head. So did the out of control feeling when he threw me to the motel room bed before entering me.
As he started his trek to see me in Cortland, I started to primp for him. After showering and then shaving my bush until it was very trim, I put the black lace teddy with ties on the front up my legs until the ruffles hit my hips. It fit quite nicely and let my nipples poke through the lacy flowers. I looked at myself in the mirror...I looked good. I had recently gone through a bout of depression and had whittled my way down to 100 pounds. With 36C breasts and a 5 foot 2 inch frame, I knew that I was a catch. I had never looked so good before.
The black and white print shirt with tails in the back came next. I rubbed my breasts with my hands in anticipation of his arrival. A tight black skirt and white fishnet socks completed the outfit, along with some white shoes I'd worn as a waitress.
Some mascara, blush, lipstick, and perfume were added as an extra touch.
I started on my way to pick him up outside of town. He was coming a long ways from Rochester on his bike, but didn't know his way around the Cortland streets. All along the way there, I reminded myself how I wanted to fool around with him, but wasn't sure about making love again. I didn't want to wind up used for someone else, so I decided that I would do just about anything he asked me to. I wanted to be his one and only.
I picked him up at the designated stop and brought him back to my place. We embraced and he laced his tongue around mine in a passionate embrace. He also kept his hand on my knee the entire trip, just beneath my skirt. Tim always made me feel special, and today was no different. He commented on my attire and I got hotter just thinking about what might happen with him. The teddy rode up my crack, which sort of turned me on during the entire trip.
We entered the house and he quickly went up to my room. I was disappointed because I wanted him to keep me company while I finished an Easter cake for my sister the next day, but he had other things in mind.
When I went upstairs, he was naked and waiting for me. A tool kit he brought along was lying next to the bed. We kissed and he moved me to the middle of the room. I could feel the moisture building in my teddy as I felt his body envelope me. He started to take off my shirt after feeling up my breasts and clitoris. I helped him by unzipping my skirt until it fell to the floor.
He kept me standing up and spent a lot of time concentrating on finger fucking me. Then he led me to the bed. Tim moved down to open the tool box, which was filled with foam, baby oil, a plastic sheet, and many bottles of massage oil. He told me that it was one of his last fantasies to pour baby oil on a girl, put a plastic sheet on the bed, and make love to her. That sounded messy to me and seemed to be something that we might do in the future, but not on the fourth date. Since he asked me about it instead of telling me, I declined.
I got on my back and moved my way up to the headboard. He entered me and pressed his weight down on me. I loved feeling trapped like this. With his warm cock throbbing in me and filling me up, he added to the experience by sucking on my nipples and caressing my breasts. I moaned and tried to be everything I thought he wanted me to be.
