Phaedra and I have a unique friendship- mostly best friends and partially (whenever we possibly can) fuck buddies.
It all started when I called to tell her I was in town for a family emergency and that I would be around for most of the week. She explained to me that the only night she could slip away (and for only about an hour), was that night.
I was instantly hard thinking of our meeting. Rarely had I been in her company without at least an incredible make-out session as a life-long memory. And so considering it was a rare occurrence that we actually meet (since we hadn't in awhile), I posed the following question:
"Can you do me a favor?" I asked sheepishly.
"Depends," she said, a bit apprehensively.
"Did you try on the vinyl?" I asked.
"Not yet- the only piece I found was the black pants," she responded.
"Do they fit?" I asked.
"Well- they're too tight," she lamented, almost sorry sounding.
"But they fit- I mean, you CAN put them on- right?" I pleaded.
"Yea, but they are t o o t i g h t," she repeated- a bit insistent.
"Yea yea yea, but tight is good- and I want to see your delicious ass in them- PLEASE!!- (I'll make it worth your while I promise)," I was SO pathetic.
"I'm sure you will," she teased.
"So it's a date then?" I asked.
"Sure- when and where?"
"7:00 when it's dark- Shop N Save parking lot?"
"Okay- see you then."
She hung up.
It was difficult keeping my mind on anything while I waited for the time to pass. The last times she wore vinyl (she has a whole wardrobe- shorts, a dress, a couple pairs of pants, and knee-high boots)- we fucked like monkeys in heat.
The end of the day arrived. After I showered and dressed, I made an excuse of having to meet with a couple of friends to my family, and took off to meet her.
As I pulled into the parking lot of the Shop N Save, I saw her standing against the wall. Big coat, darkness, then heels. She was finishing up a cigarette. As I drove closer, she saw me, took a last drag on a cigarette, threw it away, and started walking with a brisk pace. I stopped the car, and leaned over to open the door.
As she got in, the smell of perfume and just a whiff of exhaled cigarette smoke met my nose. She swung her legs in and all my senses heightened- the squeaking of her vinyl-clad ass against the smooth calfskin leather of the seats made my already hardened cock that much more hard and straining inside my pants.
I just took it all in for a second and told her:
"Thank you- you look, sound, feel, and probably taste delicious," I said looking hard at her.
"Well that's probably one of the nicest things I've heard in a long time- I almost forgot how much you appreciated how I look," she said looking out the window as I drove away.
"That sounds sad," I said partially tauntingly.
"It is," she pouted.
"But I really need..." I stopped.
"What?" she had now turned to me.
"I really need.." I stammered.
"What??" she was both upset and inquisitive.
"I, I really need you to suck my cock," I said- half shaking and giggling because it was a line she had used before.
"I would love to. I've been thinking about it ever since I slipped into these pants," she said as she rubbed her crotch, purposely making it squeak against the leather seat.
"I'm just wondering if we have enough time to fuck," I said almost to myself.
"I hope so- I want to fuck you too," she hissed as she swiveled in her seat, pulling down my zipper, and pulling my cock into the cool night air.
She flicked her tongue over the head, collecting my pre-cum on the tip of her tongue and paused enough to mumble, "But we might not have time."
"Mmm- just how I remembered it," she said as she summarily slid her mouth over my cock, plunging down as much as she could. She sucked and slobbered all over me as she pumped one hand and cupped my balls with the other. The obscene slurping and sucking noises she made with each trip up and down my shaft got me closer and closer to the edge.
"I can't hold off too much longer," I was almost catatonic.