It was, she reflected later, a type of re-creation of her current favorite fantasy: the girl in the tree house surrounded by horny, drooling young men all holding their cocks awaiting their turn to enjoy the feeling of slipping into her warm, creamy-pink cunt.
She had looked forward to this Tuesday evening for a month or more now. She dressed under his watchful, approving eye. She must look the part, perfectly; slip into and around the socially acceptable world of a high-end restaurant as well as offer a visual tease to him and others. He did not want her sexual, exhibitionistic side to manifest itself until much later.
He sat and watched her zip into the skintight, shiny Lycra dress with garters attaching her black and red stockings. The look was too obviously slutty. But a second later she had on a fingertip length black wool jacket that neatly covered the dress. A brush through her blonde hair, a touch of makeup later, she was ready to go. He helped her into her long black cashmere coat. With no underwear on, she felt entirely desirable.
At dinner she slipped her bootless foot into his crotch under the table. She felt his thickening, smiled impishly at his discomfort. What fun to tease this man!
A few glasses of merlot later, they had finished up their meal and took off into downtown. He wanted to show her this particular sex store. They found it, parked her van, and went inside. Four seedy walls greeted them, covered in ads and sex toys and other 'adult' playthings. He bought her a purple dildo that spun and vibrated and promised complete sexual pleasure. She was secretly delighted and thanked him for the gift. They both enjoyed the artful beauty of the glass dildos. Then, taking her arm, they headed toward the back, passing several booths taking change. The smell of testosterone and cum hung in the air like an electric haze. She, already acutely aware of men's desire, felt charged by the secrets spoken here.
They walked past a series of booths, some containing women who beckoned to her. She stopped, looking at him quizzically. No, he had other plans for her, so they continued on until they reached the swinging door of a room. Beyond the door came the unmistakable sounds of a woman enraptured in pleasure.
