After a long day of being at work and wanting desperately to come home and relax, the idea of a long hot bath filled with scented bubble bath, candles lining the edge of the garden tub casting a soft light, and some soft music was what I had in mind for the evening. A glass of wine was waiting for me after I toweled off and I slipped into my favorite navy blue satin robe. Lighting a few more candles, I curled up on the couch with a book that I had been anxious to read. Tied loosely around my waist, my robe would casually fall open exposing the roundness of my breasts. The smooth satin felt like your touch on my body -- soft and exquisite. With each breath I took, the material rubbed over my nipples causing them to become fully erect. This had a direct effect elsewhere as well. I welcomed the warm wet feeling between my legs and I began to ache for you.
My mind kept drifting off to our lunch date earlier that afternoon and how handsome you looked sitting across the table from me. I kept replaying the conversation over and over in my mind about how you said I looked great in that little black dress I was wearing. Unbeknownst to you, while my hands were above the table and totally engaged in our conversation, below the table my legs were tightly clamped shut as I kept envisioning the steamy session we had the night before.
Feeling inspired, I put the book down and got up from the couch. I went to my bedroom and began to rummage through my closet. I wanted to plan a special night that neither one of us would soon forget. I pondered the possibilities of what to do and wear while I sat on the edge of my bed. I stepped out of my robe and slid on a pair of faded button fly jeans and a sheer white, scoop neck shirt that ended where my jeans began. Should I lift my arms for any reason, my stomach would show briefly. Not wearing a bra, the outline of my nipples became clearly visible through the flimsy material. As it was, I was already aroused and my nipples were standing at attention.
The sensations I was feeling in my breasts alone was mind numbing. This outfit certainly had its potential, but it wasn't quite what I had in mind. I reached a little further into my closet and came out with a sexy red dress that fit me like a glove. The red knit material clung to my body, accentuating my breasts, hugging my hips and moved with me when I walked. The thigh high slit showed off my chiseled legs that I had spent hours perfecting at the gym. I added a camisole slip, garter and hose, and a pair of sling back heels to complete the look. But still, it wasn't what I had in mind. In a last ditch effort to come up with something that would fulfill a fantasy of yours, I dug a little deeper.
In my closet, I came across a pair of white string bikini panties that tied at my hips on each side and clung to my ass like a second skin. The contour of my labia was just barely visible. Good so far. I felt like a lottery winner when I found the white under wire bra that featured my breasts deliciously. A touch of lace to outline the bra made me feel very feminine, very sensual, and very aroused as was apparent between my legs. Another surge of wetness flowed out of my body and left its calling card on my panties.
A pink hue washed over my stomach and chest. I slipped into a thigh high, plaid, navy blue pleated skirt. I found the white button-up shirt that you left behind the other night. I put the shirt on, tossed the tie onto the bed. I left the top two buttons undone so as to catch a glimpse of cleavage when I moved. White knee high socks, saddle shoes, the desired look was becoming more evident. I bunched my long, wavy, black hair into a ponytail and secured it with a white ribbon for decoration. I looked at my reflection in a full length mirror positioned on a wall in front of my bed. What I found was perfection, a Catholic school girl. A smile found it's way on my lips as I undressed and crawled into bed. That night I dreamed of all the things we would do when I would surprise you that Friday night with my outfit.
Putting the plan into action took little effort on my part. The thought of seeing your initial reaction and the things to come made me crazy with desire and eager to capture the mood. I found the right wine and picking out the music was a cinch. All the details fell into place so nicely that I silently cursed myself for not thinking of this earlier.
Friday night finally came. I hurried back to my place after work to put on the final touches before I set off to your house. In the shower, I took extra special care to make sure that the lips of my pussy were smooth to the touch...smooth for your tongue. The anticipation built as I got dressed. My juices were flowing in waves. Sitting down on the edge of my bed, I checked to see how wet I was. With my left leg bent at the knee and planted on the bed, I slid my panties aside. I watched myself in the mirror as I gently traced the outside of my smooth slit. Fixed on the reflection of my wet pussy, I slowly inserted my index finger inside my sex. My mouth dropped open and I began to lick my bottom lip. My breathing became labored as I was filled with the unmistakable musky scent coming from between my legs. My head dropped back in pleasure after deeply inhaling my scent. A soft raspy moan escaped my lips. Almost immediately my legs clamped together tightly causing me to fall back on the bed.
While one hand probed the folds of my sex, the other hand explored my body. I drew my fingers upwards and I caressed my lips with my fingertips. Pressing forward, my tongue began to flick the tip of my probing digit. My tongue raced wildly as I traced soft circles along the length of my finger. A trail of fading wetness was left from my mouth, down my chin and over my neck as my hand softly caressed my skin and I found my right breast. I traced along the soft outer curves causing my nipples to stir. My hand cupped my breast from underneath and worked its way back to the top then fanned out wrapping itself firmly over it. My back arched and twisted as I pinched my nipple to full erection.
Writhing in ecstasy, I alternated pinching my nipples to occasionally licking my fingertip and softly tracing circles around the areola. The rhythmic stimulation on my breasts and nipples became too much for me to handle. My hand slithered down my stomach and spread open the lips of my labia. While my head tossed side to side and my eyes were tightly closed shut, my body tensed up one last time from the familiar sensations of my impending climax. My thumb and middle finger coaxed my clit as I brought myself over the edge to a mind numbing orgasm. Afterwards, I lay there for a few moments relishing the post orgasmic bliss I felt. I gathered my wits and finished getting dressed. As I left for the night, I grabbed a long black coat, the wine, and the music and set off to your house.
The drive over was maddening. Before knocking on the door, I buttoned up the coat that concealed my attire. I left nothing to chance so as not to spoil the surprise. Upon opening the door you saw me standing before you in my black coat with the tote on my shoulder that carried the wine and music. Once inside, I greeted you with a long, hot kiss. My lips touched your lips ever so softly as I wrapped my arms around your waist, hauling you in for a long body to body kiss. As the kiss broke, I gently sucked on your bottom lip lingering in the moment. Without saying a word, I took you by the hand and led you further into the living room. "Wait here." I said, and grabbed the bottle of wine from my tote and set off towards the kitchen.
Upon returning, I carried a high back pine kitchen chair. Motioning for you to sit down, I reached back into my tote and pulled out the CD that would be playing as I planned to take things one step further. While I explained the rules of the night, I lit a few candles.
