The first time I was unprepared. He took me off guard, I hadn't shaved my legs or my bikini line before going over there. When he took my hands in his and started kissing my palms and wrists I was his. We weren't supposed to, he belonged to another and I was dating, although on a casual basis, one of his friends. And it was impromptu, completely unplanned and unexpected. The next time (and I knew there would be) I was going to be ready.
As I had thought, we made plans to hang out together. Bar hopping first then I guessed later we return to his place. Alone in his apartment. I began to get ready that morning. I shaved my legs and bikini line and gave myself a pedicure. I got out of the warm bath and smoothed lotion onto my body. I went to the store and picked up some sexy lingerie. All see through black lace and mesh. And thigh high stockings and a garter belt.
I went home and the day passed slowly. About two hours before I was supposed to go over there I began to get ready. I took a long shower and exfoliated my skin leaving it silky smooth, washed my hair with special shampoo so it was clean smelling and shiny. I climbed out of the shower in the steamy bathroom and spread scented body cream on my skin. Then I got my perfume, my signature scent. Poison, by Dior. I dotted it behind my ears, at my throat, on my wrists at the small of my back and behind my knees. I had my clothes all laid out, I firs slipped in my lacy black bra and put on a black mesh thong. Then fastened my garter belt around my waist. Then I pulled the stockings up my legs, taking care not to run them and making sure the seam went up the middle of my leg. I slipped on my high heels and surveyed myself in the mirror.
Looking good so far, the muscles in my calves, thighs, and ass tense and taut on my tall heels. I pushed my shoulders back and sucked in my stomach a bit. I looked half decent in all that sexy lingerie, and as I imagined Ian stroking my inner thighs where the top of my stockings met my skin my pussy began to dampen. I ran my fingers over the fine mesh covering my moist lips. I shivered slightly and my nipples sprang up hard against the lace of my bra, I ran one hand up the side of my body, cupping my breast and playing over the nipple with my thumb. A light moan escaped my lips and my skin began to warm and desire and anticipation seized me. I couldn't wait for Ian to see me. I stepped into my tight short black skirt and pulled it up over my hips. And a tight black low-cut short sleeve tee shirt. I did my hair and make-up and modeled in front of the mirror for a moment. Then put nail polish on and as soon as it was dry it was time to go.
I drove to the bar where we were meeting. Our excuse to get together without arousing the suspicions of anyone. If I was lucky we wouldn't be bar hopping long. I knew, just as he did, that we would end up at his apartment, even if was unspoken between us. It was a darkened bar with booths to sit in and a dartboard. Music load enough for private conversation with your date, but not so loud you had to scream into their ear. I imagine it was where a lot of secret lovers might meet, as it seemed to be a bar where people hook up, as opposed to a noisy, boisterous sports bar.
I walked in and spotted Ian sitting at the bar, having a Budweiser. I stood in the doorway, waiting for him to look up and scan the room. Several men were glancing my way. The bouncer never once looked up beyond my neck, saying practically down my shirt, that he did not need to see my ID. Ian looked up and around. His eyes met mine and slid down the rest of my body. I could see his eyes widen in surprise, he was not used to seeing me dressed up. Up until this point we had only been friends, drinking buddies. This was the first time he'd ever see me in a truly feminine role, in feminine clothing. Heels, and a skirt, and make-up. I walked toward him with a small smile on my lips. My ex-boyfriend calls it my come-fuck-me-smile.
"Hello Ian." I said, softly, in a throaty voice.
"Hey Sadie…..uh…what's up?" He could not stop looking at me, naked desire in his eyes.
"Good to see you Ian, you look nice." And he did too, as if he too had dressed up a bit more for this occasion and thought about it as much as I did. I felt a small tingle run up my spine.
"So do you, I don't think there's a guy in this place who isn't looking at you." He gestured slightly with his beer, smiling at me. More tingles. That look his eyes was making me want to suck his tongue.
The bartender came over and took my drink order, his eyes never made it past my neck either. One Budweiser and two rum-soaked cherries he told my tits. He set the shot glass with the cherries right in front of me. Dan turned to look and the bartender didn't move away. He waited for me to eat the cherries. I pretended I didn't notice them watching as I dangled the first cherry by the stem into my mouth and closed my lips around gently. I pulled the stem and let the cherry slide halfway between my lips and pulled the stem off. Then I rolled it into my cheek and sucked the rum out of the middle and finally squashed it against the roof of my mouth and swallowed it. Never once biting it. Bad imagery for the audience. Then I turned to Ian as the bartender moved away, a contented smile on his face, as if I'd made his night. I looked into Ian's eyes and ate the second cherry in the same fashion as the first.
"Wanna dance?" He said suddenly. I suspected he wanted to be seen dancing with me. Against me.
"Sure." I said with my special smile. I let him lead me to small dance floor where several other couples were gyrating against each other. I stopped and he turned to face me and I put my arms around his neck and my hips against his and began to move them in a figure eight against his khakis. His hands went to my lower back and we began to dance together. All the people in the bar were watching as we began to forget we weren't alone. Moving together we ground and twisted and hip thrust with each other, his hands sliding down my ass, past the hem of my skirt, and then underneath a little bit. I felt his intake of breath and the swell below his belt as he felt past the tops of my stockings and felt my naked ass. I leaned up and pressed against him, breathing little puffs of warm air at his neck and ear. I felt the hair rise on the back of his neck, that bulge in his pants pulse. I fought the urge to slide down the front of his body to my knees and nuzzle his cock through his pants. The song ended and we broke apart. He looked into my eyes, his on fire, desire and lust leaping out. We walked back to the bar and I felt eyes following me. Ian had his hand on my lower back, following behind me closely as if someone else would get me if he broke or physical contact. Back at the bar, we sat down. The bartender slid up with another Budweiser for me and two more cherries.
"On the house." He said and winked at me.
Dan and I talked companionably, his hand high on my thigh, the tips of his fingers just under the hem of my skirt, until we finished our respective beers.