It's an ordinary Tuesday afternoon. I call you late in the afternoon and ask you if you'd like to meet me for dinner after work. I choose one of our comfy restaurants near your office. We drive separate cars, and have a nice meal, winding down with a nice bottle of Shiraz. Much to your (feigned) chagrin, I sit on the same side of the table with you and insist on sliding my hands up your smooth legs, just under your skirt, at every opportunity. Each time, I slip a bit further, until I am softly brushing your sex through your panties each time the waiter turns his back. By the end of the meal, both of us are desperately awaiting the check so we can go home and... finish unwinding.
You never see my car leave the parking lot, but assume I am messing with the stereo.
You arrive at the house to find a large bouquet of lillies waiting for you on the doorstep. Puzzled, you pick up the card, glancing at the bottom to find it signed by me. It says only, in neat print, to look on the kitchen table. You carry the flowers inside, and set the vase on the kitchen table beside a nicely-wrapped gift.
You open it quickly, discovering inside a brand new dark blue silk negligee with matching thong. A note on top says simply "Blue is his favorite color. We'll see you at 9:00."
Your mind starts racing... what has been planned for you on this otherwise routine Tuesday? Who is the mystery guest? You quickly realize that it must be Steve, a tall, handsome young man with kind eyes and a bright smile that we had met almost two weeks earlier for drinks. You can't supress a gleeful smile; you've been wanting to experience him ever since we met him, but thought I had forgotten him. You can already feel your skin flush, your pulse strengthen. This is going to be a night to remember, and you know it.
You rush to the bathroom to get start getting ready. You find the bathtub lined with rose petals, and a new bottle of your favorite bubble bath waiting for you by the side. You treat yourself to a hot, relaxing bath, shaving yourself perfectly clean for the two wonderful men who, in less than an hour's time, will be pampering you in every way imaginable. You turn the heat up a bit, slip on the gorgeous, flattering blue negligee, and get under the covers of our large, finely appointed bed. The soft white sheets and down comforter surround you. You slip off to sleep, rather accidentally...
About fifteen minutes later, you awake to a soft kiss on your neck, and look up to find me holding your hand. Steve is sitting at the foot of the bed. You smile, and try very hard to supress a giggle.
"Hi sweetheart, hi Steve," you say as non-chalantly as you can manage. You hug me, then sit up to hug Steve. I notice Steve trying to stealthily look at your body as you pull the covers back over yourself.
"You don't mind if Steve joins us tonight, do you?" I ask.
"Honey, I've been waiting for this night for two weeks," you reply.
I walk around the room, lighting a few candles and setting up some music while Steve moves closer to you and finally places his hands on your body for the first time. He kisses you, and you feel a shiver of excitement. It doesn't take long before you lose yourself in him, and your hands instinctively begin to explore his body. Very pleased with how things are going, I sit down far enough away to be unobtrusive, but close enough to enjoy the show. You glance over at me, smile, and mouth "thank you." I smile broadly in return. It doesn't take long before Steve has his hands in your panties, and you moan with the hours of anticipation behind you. Steve's face shows his excitement as he touches your perfectly smooth, silky skin, and feels your wetness on his fingers.
You lay down for him, running your fingers through his hair as he begins kissing your pussy through your panties, very gently but deliberately. He runs his hands across your tummy, letting his fingers play across your nipples and down your sides. It isn't long before he's pushed your panties to the side and begins to gently suckle your clit, drawing it into his mouth as he circles his tongue around it. Your legs tremble on his shoulders. I lean forward a bit to get a better view.
He builds you up to orgasm with his mouth slowly and expertly, finally slipping two fingers inside you, gently massaging your g-spot. It's a pleasant surprise that I can *see* you approaching orgasm -- I know exactly how you look, and Steve is doing a wonderful job. You grab locks of his hair and push your hips up to meet his tongue as wave after wave of your first delectable orgasm rushes over your body. You cry out as he continues to frantically lick your clit until your last spasms subsides and you are left panting, your skin rosy.
