I received my invitation from you in the post. I knew it was from you as I recognised your handwriting. It merely gave an address, a date and a dress code. It gave me a few days to prepare.
After much anticipation the night finally arrived. I put on what the instructions told me: high heels, black stockings, a tight black skirt with a white blouse and black bra with a long overcoat on top. I took a taxi round to your flat, the driver constantly peering down my unbuttoned blouse. I walk up the stairs to your door and wait outside. I can feel my pussy already begin to moisten with anticipation; I've no idea what the night might hold. I take one final look at the invite to ensure I have the right address before following your final instruction. I take the blindfold out from my pocket and place it over my eyes before ringing your doorbell.
It seems an eternity before the door swings open and I hear your sultry voice inviting me inside. I gingerly step over the threshold as you lead me inside. I stand still and feel you move behind me, slipping off my coat. Next I feel your hands slip round me and under my heavy breasts, undoing the final few buttons of my blouse. Next to go is my skirt, by the time it hits the floor you are already un-hooking my bra. You've barely touched me yet but already my nipples are painfully stiff and I can feel moistness developing between my legs. I don't realise it but we are standing in your living room with the curtains wide open so anyone can see me as they walk past.