On Monday my period began. It was a bit more extreme than usual but I've had that severe in the past on occasion. I called off our planned excursion to the beach that day and suggested that we cool it for a bit. As it happened, it wasn't until the following Monday that the last bits of spotting were over.
I took a couple of days off work and visited my mom in Ohio. She noticed a difference in my demeanor as well as the manner in which I dressed. The compliments had always been few and far behind with her and the visit was no exception. She thought that I should cover up more. She also thought I was a fool for deserting my ex and wasn't very sympathetic. I cut my visit short and returned, pouring myself into my duties at work to get my mind off how badly I wanted to find out what the next threshold would be. By the end of the week I was dying to feel You inside me - in my mouth, in my uterus, either one I just wanted to feel your manhood inside me and I wanted to be the reason You peaked and then ejaculated. I wanted You to need me as badly as I was needing You.
That next Monday was a beach day. My assigned attire was a lime green G-string, You wore a deep navy thong. Mine clung snugly to me creating a distinct indent while yours displayed your manhood quite nicely, every contour telegraphing through. We munched on tacos, soaked up sun, and took a nice walk.
At one point we bumped into someone that You knew. Jerry was tall and carried quite a few extra pounds. His eyes wandered across my nearly naked body, paying my crotch in particular a great deal of attention. Just to torment him I proceeded to finger the nipple of my left breast as we stood there. Poor Jerry was in a terrible state as he adjusted his trunks to alleviate the condition that I'd induced. After we headed along I asked how You knew him and You explained that he was your CPA.
"His eyes were all over me!"
"Who can blame him? You look way beyond simply hot today. And when you started tweeking your nips like that I think you made it very difficult for him to concentrate on anything else."
"Yeah, I noticed that his conversation kinda drifted off."
Soon after that we headed back to work. I'd gotten to the point where I really didn't like having to put clothing back on and return to "the real world". If it was warm enough I wanted to be able to wear as little as possible. That afternoon I went both bra-less and panty-less at work just for my own pleasure.
In the evening You stopped by. Per request I answered the door in stockings and heels. I also wore the garter belt which seemed to please You. The jeans and T You were wearing were off in a flash. Underneath You had elected to go commando and as usual your cock was already rigid, begging for attention. Sinking to my knees I wrapped my lips around the head then drew it in slowly until I could take no more. My control over my gag reflex was continuing to improve and this time I was able to hold it there for quite a while before needing to back off.
We ended up in a sixty-nine position on the floor, You on top with your face between my thighs, driving me crazy with that wicked tongue of yours. At the same time You pumped your shaft in and out of my mouth. It was an interesting change of pace, to be kissed and tongued between my legs while receiving your thrusts in my mouth. I peaked within a few minutes and as soon as I did, You let loose a torrent of semen in my mouth. I savored every drop and clung to your thighs, refusing to let you go, savoring the still swollen shaft that filled my mouth.
After a bit we disengaged our bodies and each took a turn in the bathroom. You had gone first, leaving the door open so that I heard clearly. When it was my turn I too left the door open, hoping that you might enjoy the sound of my tinkling as much as I had the sound of You releasing a stream of relief as only a man can.
I opened a fresh bottle of chardonnay and we enjoyed it in the near darkness, me still in the stockings, garter belt, and stilettos, you still naked. Occasionally one of us would run a hand over some part of the other's anatomy. For some reason I was infatuated with your calves and thighs and the haze of short soft dark hair on them. You paid particular attention to my breasts that evening, cupping and fondling them, kissing them all over and finally of course sucking on the nipples, swirling your tongue over them, nibbling, gently biting and in general tormenting them into a state of extreme sensitivity where I quivered simply from the feeling of your breath on them.
Your hand wandered down between my legs. I was very very wet there and it was no challenge for You to slip your middle finger between my vulvae and deep inside. I twitched a bit as You did so and when You saw my reaction You pressed me back to the floor, this time on all fours whereupon You took me from behind again, squatting over me as You thrusted away. When I moaned how good it felt You suggested I keep my eyes closed, that the intensity would increase if I shut off my visual feedback loop entirely.
It was only the second time I'd had sex in this position but it was rapidly becoming my favorite. Every time You shoved forward the head of your penis slammed firmly against my cervix. With my legs close together it kept my uterus more tightly clamped so that with every stroke whether in or out, the the ridge around the head of your cock rubbed solidly against my insides. I had several small orgasms, trembling each time before You then drove deep into me one last time and I felt the throb of your orgasm and the flowing warmth that accompanied it.
After You slipped out of me I peeled off the stockings and belt then curled up in a fetal position on the carpet. Just before You left You draped the lightweight blanket from my sofa over me and knelt to kiss me gently on the cheek. I awoke around midnight feeling wonderfully spent but also feeling vaguely vacant between my legs, as though something was missing, something that should be a part of me wasn't where it should be but then I woke further and realized that it was your member that I ached for.
Tuesday was rainy and overcast, but still warm and muggy. By noon it started to drizzle, disrupting our plans for lunch at the beach. Instead You invited me to come to your place that evening around eight. I asked what You would like for me what to wear.
"Come barefoot and wear your raincoat with nothing under." You replied.
Like the obedient little slut that I'd become, I splashed shoeless through the puddles at seven thirty on my way to my car. It was about a fifteen minute journey and just for kicks I opted to unbutton the raincoat and drive like that, the coolness of the air conditioning playing across my body, stiffening my nipples, making me feel very very aroused. Reaching between my legs I checked and yes, it had gotten a little damp down there. The drizzle turned into more serious rainfall while I drove. When I arrived at your place it had become a steady soft rain and I was grateful that I wasn't trying to negotiate my way in high heels as I ran from my car to your door and the shelter of the small porch.
I rang the bell and a moment later the door opened. You were completely naked and semi hard. Extending your arms, You drew me close and we embraced like that, right in the open doorway. If anyone saw us they didn't see too much, as my raincoat clad body was between your nakedness and the rest of the world but it would have been pretty easy to figure out what was going on. You unfastened the belt and unbuttoned it as well so that You could press your bare flesh against mine. You now were sporting a raging erection and I loved the feel of it's hardness against my bare belly.
After a bit we moved inside further and pulled the door behind us, my raincoat dropping to the floor once it shut. Taking me by the hand You guided me to the rear of the house and outside onto the deck which overlooked a golf course. Gentle rain was still coming down but it was quite warm and actually felt rather delicious, especially when pressed against you. I imagine that during the day there are plenty of golfers on the course but then there was no one in sight.
My first orgasm that evening arrived with me standing and You kneeling between my thighs, two fingers inside me, wiggling in unison with your tongue which was busy tormenting my clitoris. After that You proceeded to bend me over the deck railing and enter me from behind. We carried on in that position for a bit before You pulled out and guided me down to a crouch so that I could receive your cock with my mouth.
I slid my lips up and down the length of your glorious shaft, attempting to make You last, to take You right to the limit and then back off, but I guess I still needed some work in that department because in no time at all You exploded, this time not in my mouth, but all over my face, surprising me as you did. The gentle rain was warm but your semen was by comparison hot, splashing off my cheeks, my lips, and my chin. It slithered over my rain soaked body, between my breasts and belly, the hotness dissipated by the time it trickled over my smooth crotch and dripped off between my legs. The drizzle largely rinsed it off, but You showed me an outdoor shower tucked into a corner of the deck and I gave myself a more proper rinse as You headed inside.
By the time you returned, a glass of wine in each hand I was on all fours, chest pressed against the boards and my posterior stuck up in the air, my vagina tauntingly on display for You, dying to be filled. Moments later I got what I wanted as I felt the head of your member press against my lips, then slide deep into my uterus. The raw animalistic quality of sex in that position was only enhanced by the fact that we were outdoors and the rain continued to come down, now more forcefully.
I squealed it felt so damn good. You rammed away, positioned part straddle, part crouch, every stroke slamming hard into me. I could feel your testicles slap against me and your hands gripped my hips firmly. I came several more times, squealing louder as it went on. Finally I felt your body go stiff and inside me your cock go still more rigid before pulsing intensely several times.
We both collapsed and lay there on the deck for a while before sharing the shower, caressing and holding one another for another twenty minutes or so. Indoors again You furnished fluffy white towels then I retreated to your bathroom for a pee and to mop up the semen that was now leaking down the inside of my thighs. Mission accomplished I made my way back to retrieve my raincoat.
"Wait." You said, then disappeared, leaving me standing naked in your foyer. When You returned You handed me an absolutely exquisite pair of black lace panties. I held them up for review, checking out the tag in the process.
"LaPerla!" I exclaimed.
"I picked up some things for you while I was in Chicago last week."
Slipping them on was heavenly. Its absolutely amazing how special really nice lingerie can make a girl feel, especially when its the only thing she's wearing. I'd drooled over LaPerla in their Manhattan shop once, unable to justify the obscene price. I guessed I probably had on a hundred dollar pair of panties. The fit, the feel, the pricetag all made me feel very special. The fact that I'd just had wild animal sex outdoors in the rain made me feel very satisfied. I could get used to this.
For a variety of reasons, the next day didn't work for either of us. I was disappointed, I wanted to feel You inside me. I would catch myself often at work drifting off thinking about what new threshold You had in store for me. As it turned out I was to find out the next evening. You called me in the morning instructing me to meet you at a bar on the west side of town. You would have my attire delivered around the time I would be returning from work.
Seven o'clock in the evening found me handing my car keys to a car hop as I slithered out of the driver's seat wearing nothing more than a mocha colored silk camisole with black lace at the neckline accompanied by barely opaque cocoa brown nylon tights and my highest black stilettos. I garnered a fair amount of attention as I strutted across the lobby of the hotel to which the bar was attached. My breasts jiggled away merrily inside the attenuated little top, brushing constantly against the soft thin fabric. I was glad that the lighting was dim, as the tights barely concealed the detail at my crotch, a single seam running front to back. Midway across the space I was once again amazed at what I was doing, and doing simply because You had instructed me to.