He knows me so very well. He knows just exactly how to please me no matter what it is I want. Sexually, he is my only equal. Both of us being the variant sexual creatures that we are, we require an abundant diversity of fantasies and control scenarios.
I knew the instant I received his text message that tonight was going to be an incredible evening. "tix 2 concert. 2nite. u in skirt and stockings." He was only going to be at work for about another hour. Immediately I got dressed. Not knowing what the night held, I hardly wanted to risk being late or irritating his impatience.
I rummaged through my lingerie drawer looking for the perfect pair of stockings. Finding them, I slipped into sheer black, backseamed stockings and my black garter belt. Underneath I had donned a pair of white, very delicate lace panties. Checking the clock, I realized I needed to hurry just a little. As I pulled my sexiest skirt out of my closet an idea hit me. Standing in front of my bathroom mirror, I took a few photos of myself on my camera phone. First I just stood in skirt and stockings, letting my garter belt peek slightly. Next I hiked my skirt a bit to reveal just a hint of my panties. Then I turned around and bent over flipping my skirt up to reveal my barely panty clad ass. Finally I stood over the phone, straddling it, and snapped one of my already moistening pussy showing through the delicate lace of my panties. I was done.
Without pausing a bit I sent out four picture text messages, in the specific order I had taken them. Checking the clock I applauded my timing as I knew he would be on the drive home. I knew those teasing photos would drive him absolutely wild. More likely than not they would increase the pleasure of the evening. He does love to be teased.
I hurried myself into the bathroom and finished with my hair and makeup. No sooner then I had finished, I heard him coming in the door. Perfect! There would be no time to fool around now if we were going to make the show. I knew my plan had worked by the look in his eyes. Keeping my distance from his ever-wandering hands I watched him change clothes. Already it was time to go.
As he backed the car out of the driveway I had yet another wicked idea. It was a fairly short drive to the show. While he drove us down the street I reached across into his lap. Not surprisingly his ample cock was already rock hard. I stroked it lightly for just a minute and stopped abruptly. At the next stoplight he looked at me with that wicked look in his eyes and reached for me. Pulling me to him by the hair, he kissed me fiercely before the light change. Already we were almost there. Excitement and sexual tension filled the car between the two of us. This was going to be a night to remember.
Driving into the parking garage, he parked us in the first available space. We were both nearly ready to go at it in the backseat. I could tell he had a plan though, so the idea of crawling into the back seat was just as well laid to rest. He shut the car off and before I could reach for my door handle he had one hand up my skirt. Grabbing the crotch of my panties he gave them a forceful yank. I felt the material around my wet pussy tear at his brutal grip. Oh god I could hardly wait to see what more was in store. He then climbed out of the car and came around to open my door, telling me not to remove my now crotchless panties.