The week was almost over and the exam was looming over me, but I still had one night of hot sex with a very attractive blonde to look forward to. The memory of her was enough to make me hard and horny. I prepared myself for it, both physically and psychologically. She used me one time too many. I would not be her sex toy any more, she would be mine. I had enough of being treated like an object, this was the opportunity to get my payback. I intended to fuck her so hard she would beg me to stop.
I went to the supermarket around the corner and bought a few commonly available "accessories", pocketing them in my backpack. Then I rang her doorbell and was welcomed by a stunningly beautiful woman, clad in high heels, black stockings, a garter belt, and an open cup bra which only highlighted her already shapely breasts. I was hypnotized, by her toned legs, her round breasts and her little sexy blonde bush. She was truly beautiful, like a sexy Greek goddess with a mischievous smile.
"Like what you see?" She asked sniggering.
I was about to walk in, when she said "You thought you would just come in and fuck me? Too easy! Let's start by grabbing some dinner." She snatched a long coat from the rack, put it on and stepped out. The coat was barely long enough to cover her sex, only by few inches. The buttons were sufficiently high to protect her nipples, but gave an ample view of her cleavage and the middle part of the open coup bra. I couldn't believe she wanted to go out like that. She could go unnoticed by a distracted observer, but didn't take long to figure out she was actually being obscene.
"Do really want to go out like that?!" I voiced my concerns.
"Sure, why not? There is a nice tapas place a couple of blocks from here." She replied.
She strode across the road. Very aware that I had a chance to catch a glimpse of her pussy lips at each step, I went after her. I was excited and horny, but as the same time I was nervous too: I wasn't used to walking around town with an almost naked girl at my side. People passing by were staring and turning their heads. Fortunately the restaurant was close, we arrived in just a couple of minutes.
"Madam, do you want to give me your coat?" The guy at the reception asked her politely.
"No, thank you, it's a bit chilly tonight." Mandy replied.
The restaurant was colored by warm yellow and orange tints. We took a table by the window; she sit right in front of me. The small round table couldn't hide her muscular thighs, that she kept modestly crossed. She adjusted her coat to reveal even more of her cleavage. A waiter, passing by, noticed the action and stared at her breasts a moment too long, almost losing grasp of the pile of dishes he was carrying.
She giggled.
"I see you are enjoying yourself getting other people crazy." I observed.
"Guilty!" She laughed.
Looking at the menu, she slowly uncrossed and crossed her legs again, a la Sharon Stone. I caught a glimpse of her pubic hair and glistening pussy. I swallowed.
"Should I order a few things for the table?" She asked. Unable to speak, I just nodded.
She called the waiter from before and asked for a few items, bending down over the table to point them on the menu. Shamelessly he stared down her coat with no remorse. I doubted he listened to a single word she said. But the guy could multi-task better than I did, because the dishes arrived in the order she requested and the food was amazing.
She was more easy-going than her demeanor let me think, and we actually managed to pleasantly chit-chat over dinner. She was working as a locksmith a few of miles from there. The job was boring most of the time but had its moments of real fun. She was running her own shop, which she purchased from the previous owner a couple of years back. As pastime she liked to challenge herself, trying to open complex locks without breaking them. Her performance at the party the previous day was actually nothing compared to what she could actually do, she assured me. She also liked all sort of sports, especially running and swimming, but also played volleyball semi-regularly.
And she liked sex of course. She liked feeling desired, she loved strangers ogling her from the other side of the restaurant, trying to make out if she was actually wearing something underneath. She enjoyed knowing that all the males in the room had an erection at some point during dinner because of her. It was an innocuous game, one in which she reveled. The first day I met her, it wasn't a coincidence that I kept seeing her half-undressed. She was doing it on purpose, expertly, without giving it away. While she was talking about her passions and desires, she uncrossed her legs, keeping them close to one another under the table. From my vantage point I was able to see her neat triangular bush distinctively. It was very distracting.
