He stood, dressed in a smart, three-piece suit, his back to the window and the rapidly fading light. He'd arrived early, catching her off guard and she wasn't yet fully dressed. Not that he minded. He always admired the many different choices she made from her lingerie drawer.
She had chosen with care. A bra, pants and suspenders set, all in black. Plain at the back, elegantly trimmed with lace in front. The underwired bra lifting and pushing her breasts together deliciously. Black stockings, sheer and with plain tops, wrapped her legs, the suspenders about to be attached.
She felt a tinge of disappointment, as she had intended to keep her underwear hidden for his arrival, beneath a dark burgundy dress that was hung up from the wardrobe door. On the floor, high heeled shoes were poised to complete her "look".
"You're early! Dinner's not until 7.30." She said, a little obviously, whilst shifting more than a little provocatively on the bed.
"I know." He responded. "I thought we might create our own 'starter'. You know how much I like to have your gorgeous legs wrapped around me!"
She sat silently, choosing not to respond to the unveiled suggestion in his words. Instead she chose to look at her legs, stroking each of her thighs in turn with both hands, smoothing out her stocking tops as she did so. It was an action that would normally take the briefest of moments, merely a fraction of a second. But now, under his gaze, she took her time, making sure she felt the softness and smoothness of her thighs as well as the stockings. Even the simple act of clipping the suspenders in place, finely adjusting the strips of elastic much more than was necessary.
He watched with a characteristic fascination. He always enjoyed watching her dress, though not as much as the thrills he got from seeing her undressing. That was something that never failed to excite him. As he studied her very move he allowed his hand to drop to his crotch and began to massage the fast-growing bulge that he was hiding in his trousers.
Satisfied the stockings were secure she sat on the edge of the bed, leaning forward to reach for her shoes, offering him a long look down at her cleavage as she did so. She fiddled with the shoes until they fitted. There were no straps but still she took longer than she needed, stroking her ankles making as if to straighten her stockings. As she leant down her breasts were bumping against her thighs. She sat back up straight, tugging at her bra straps to ensure her breasts remained firmly but comfortably in place. Only now did she look at him.
His now almost full erection was making every effort to escape his briefs. But he concealed the fact, remaining in the shadows by the window and stayed there for a minute or two studying her.
"Your lingerie looks so good on you, such good taste and sense of what suits you. You look beautiful." He said, after a while, before taking off his jacket.
He stepped forward into the light and she was instantly aware of the bulge at the front of his suit trousers. She moved as if to reach out and touch it, but instead sat with her hands just behind her on the bed and leaning back a little, opened her thighs wide apart. He stepped forward until his legs were against her crotch and she closed her legs around him, rubbing her panty covered mound against him. The bulge was too high, out of reach, but she rubbed against him just the same. She closed her eyes momentarily, long enough to absorb the feeling of her mound and her pussy against him. She was wet and the black panties were already sticking to her flesh inside. Looking him in the eyes she rubbed against him more, and more vigorously.
He rested his hands briefly on her shoulders before reaching down to feel her breasts. Her skin was warm to touch, though much of her curved flesh was hidden behind the black lace bra. He wanted to lift her breasts out from it, into the open, free them so that he could look at them again. But he resisted, unexpectedly pushing her, making her body fall back to the bed. He pushed her back further -- though not forcefully and not with any resistance - until both her body and her legs were on the bed. She was conscious that her hair was being messed up, having taken some time to style it, but she didn't care. He climbed on the bed to join her, at first at her side leaning down to kiss her mouth with a softness and gentleness in his movements that she had grown to love. Kisses, soft, gentle. Lightly applied, firmly applied. To cover her face, not just her lips, and nuzzling into her neck.
He put a hand instinctively to her stomach, drawing circles with his palm, its placement neither too high nor yet too low. Only slowly did his hand rise higher, or lower, with his teasing. In one moment fingertips brushed the cups of her bra, in the next she could feel them firmly on the outside of her pants. Higher or lower he went and more and more quickly. She could feel a heat both outside and inside her body and her flowing juices were soaking her underwear.
He wasn't growing tired of his play, but soon realised she wanted, needed something to excite her. He moved away from her until he was kneeling at the end of the bed. He pulled her feet taking them and her legs over his shoulders until she rested her bottom just on the edge of the bed. The slide had forced her pants into crack of her bottom and tight against her soaking mound. He moved his face until she could feel his breath at the top of her thighs, taking that as a signal to cross her legs behind him, wrap her legs around him, draw his face closer to her.
Her pussy was giving of her secret scent. He could sense it above the fragrance of the shower gel that she had applied barely half an hour ago, as she pushed her mound at his face. That unique smell she possessed that excited him so much. The side of his head was against her thigh and he was breathing in and out harder and more deeply. His mind was almost fuggy, a heady mix of what he could see (and wanted to see) and what he wanted to do, combined with the aroma of hot, wet pussy. He nuzzled his nose against her knickers, breathing her and feeling the wetness on his skin. Her underwear was soft and smooth, only a small lace panel decorated the pants just below the elastic of the waist band. The smoothness only disturbed by the elegantly trimmed bush underneath.
His pressure was firm, forceful and he felt her pushing harder back against him. She released a deep, throaty gasp as his nose bumped her clit, hard. Imperceptibly he replaced his nose with his tongue, licking feverishly. He didn't care that he was licking her pants, he could still taste her, feel her pussy lips under the thin film of expensive lingerie.
Unseen, and unheard by her, he had unzipped his trousers and pulled his erection from his briefs beneath. It relieved his discomfort, though he didn't play with it, just left it erect and throbbing. He wanted his hands for another use, placing them firmly under her bum and squeezing her cheeks, quite hard. Again, she gasped and was moaning now too, responding to the insistent tongue working away at the front of her knickers. Her body was moving, writhing, almost lunging at him, the only thing stopping her losing control was his firm grip on her bum. She squeezed her legs more tightly around him, making it difficult for him to move. He grabbed at her bum harder dislodging a suspender strap inadvertently and she released some of the pressure from her legs. She was panting in short sharp breaths and they both knew her orgasm was agonisingly close.
To break the spell he had over her she did her best to lever her torso up so that she rested on her arms, looking down at him. She unlocked her legs and he helped her lower them to a more comfortable position, her thighs almost touching, her feet on the floor. She stared at his lap and his cock sticking up from the gaping fly of his trousers.
