Tiffany made a stop at a sundries stand and bought a bag of Bic plastic shavers and can of men's shaving gel ....
One week had passed since Tiffany had her sexual epiphany and, as is often the case with epiphanies and young people, she began to lose the immediacy of her experiences with Joseph.
Years of pampering and adoring had made the beautiful young girlchild what she was - a spoiled, self-centered arrogant young woman with a lifelong sense of entitlement. One afternoon in a Rolls Royce with a powerfully attractive man did not appear to be enough to change her life drastically. True, she had a new awareness of her own sexuality. Joseph, from Africa, had introduced her to the tigress that dwelled within her and she would never forget that. However, the humility and openness she experienced with Joseph had evaporated.
She made several attempts at recapturing the sensual grandeur of her time with Joseph. She had a date with a 'college man' she knew. Dressed to kill, wearing a very short gold dress, platform sandals which accentuated her long legs and tiny white panties, Tiffany was the center of attention at the club where they listened to music and danced all evening. Once again, she tapped into her sensual arsenal as her body moved with abandon to the music. Her date was the envy of every man in the place. However, Tiffany found that when they were alone, the 'man' was all fumbles and 'I love you's' and very embarassing gropes. He failed to ignite any of the embers of Tiffany's sensuality. She returned home disastrously disappointed.
She felt so frustrated that she needed to take matters into 'her own hands.' Lying in her bed with her short gold dress still on, she tentatively touched herself 'down there.' Her vibrant young body warmed instantly to her own touch. She opened her legs and continued to rub herself through her panties. First, up and down, then in a circular fashion. Before long her fingers were digging into the wet bottom of her panties. She pressed them up inside as her body sought penetration. Although the small tight garment didn't allow much, she found that her fingernails rubbing across the material was very stimulating.
"MMMMMMmmmmmmm," came from her lips after several minutes. As her passion rose, she pulled the panty band aside and thrust three fingers up inside herself at exactly the crucial moment. "Ahhhh," was the final sound that burst from her throat ...
Afterward, she felt relief, but little more, she had not come close to approaching the soaring sexual explosions that Joseph had wrought within her in his Rolls. She washed her hands, took off her clothes and went to sleep ... very disappointed.
Her life was not without Joseph's influences. She always wore the gold wrist chain he had given her. After her unsuccessful attempt to reach ecstasy, she thought she would wear it simply to commemorate her explosive experience. Would she ever have another? She didn't know.
Several friends had commented favorably on the bracelet. She liked that. She felt that its quiet elegance enhanced her status. She would have chosen something more flashy left to her own devices.
There was something about its delicacy and craftsmanship and beauty that was undeniable.
Additionally, Tiffany now was 'shaved.' She found she liked the appearance of her genitals with the hair shaved away. She very much enjoyed the way she looked 'down there.' She would stand in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom with no panties on looking at the long-legged beauty with the pursing of her lower lips exposed. It made her feel sensual and sophisticated and slightly aroused. She also liked the look of panties in the mirror when she pulled them up tightly and her lips protruded through the thin material. Finally, there was an unmistakable sensation of her panty material when it rubbed directly against her most sensitive flesh that was her own new secret pleasure.
She thought about what had happened in Joseph's car a great deal, but with each passing hour, details faded from her memory, particularly the intensity of the sensations. Maybe it was the liquor ... "
Do I need to be drunk
...?" she wondered.
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Dining OUT
Tiffany and her dad made a striking looking pair as they approached the maitre d in the fancy New York supper club. Ben, president of Adams Imports, wore a gray silk Brioni suit and looked the part of CEO of a multi-million dollar import empire. His daughter, Tiffany, however, took the prize.
She got to dress-up tonight, one of her favorite things. Ben was leaving for the continent later and he wanted to take 'his favorite girl' out for a fancy dinner before abandoning her again.
Tiffany wore a dress that her father had bought her for her senior prom at the end of the school year. It was a $4500 Dolce & Gabbana little spaghetti strap number in pink that ended about a foot above her knees. The dress was made from a wonderful soft, silky material that moved with her body and swung out when she spun dancing the way the old time poodle skirts did. Sewn randomly into the material of her dress were the equivalent of a thousand tiny diamonds that picked up whatever lights were burning and reflected them back haphazardly on everything in the room. Even without a body that could stop traffic, Tiffany dancing owned the attention of everyone in the room.
She always felt and acted like a princess when she wore it. A sparkling tiara in her jet black hair had been the perfect accompaniment on prom night. She had decided to include it tonight. It wasn't really appropriate for dinner out, but Tiffany had learned long ago that fashion eccentricities were not only forgiven but admired when practiced by the rich and beautiful. Since she qualified on both counts, she didn't hesitate to take her outfit over the top with the tiara. To finish off the ensemble she donned delicate pale pink lace gloves.
She had applied a special pink lip gloss that she had made up for her at an expensive New York boutique to exactly match the delicate pink of her dress. The tiny amount of blush that she wore also mirrored the dress. The pink highlighted and contrasted with her rich sun tan, giving her an absolutely striking appearance. She looked as lush and fertile as Ceres, the goddess of the harvest, herself.
No boots tonight, she wore platform sandals that had been dyed to perfectly match her dress. They stretched her leg muscles and accented their slender well-toned length - and rich tan.
Of course, the delicate beautiful colors were really frosting on the confection that was Tiffany Adams. She stood 5 feet 6 inches high in her bare feet. Her just-short-of-shoulder-length jet black hair had been expertly-coiffed by one of New York's finest stylists to frame her delicate features. Her large, slightly oversized pale blue eyes made her look younger than her 18 years. Her lush cupid's bow lips stirred the hearts of every man who cast his eyes on them. Last but not least, her 35-23-34 figure guaranteed she would burst into the consciousness of every man in the room. Tiffany knew that and liked it, too. She lived for it.
After they were seated, she excused herself and walked across the club to the powder room to see that everything was in still in place as far as her hair and makeup were concerned. She knew full well the power of her appearance on men and the stroll to the 'Ladies' was her way of letting them know she had arrived. Her walk was almost a prance as she stepped to her destination. There wasn't a male eye in the room that didn't check her out and lusted after her ... more than a few females did, too.
The beautiful young girl moved like a symphony in a suntan. The pink, soft subtle tones of her dress complemented her skin tone perfectly. Her long legs were exposed to a large extent with the shortness of the dress and the platform sandals also worked their magic on her supple long legs. She wore no bra, but the dress had built in support that accented for perfectly formed firm young breasts.
By the time she had completed her inspection in the ladies' room and returned to their table, everyone in the place had gotten more than one look at the gorgeous young creature.
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Tiffany sat in the booth with her dad, Ben Adams. The room was pretty well illuminated for a supper club. Almost fully lit like a restaurant. Because Ben was getting ready to leave on another extended trip overseas, he had invited Tiffany for a 'night out.' He would leave this very evening in order to land in Europe first thing in the morning.
She and Daddy often dined out together. He asked the usual perfunctory questions about her day and she gave the cliche responses. No new ground was ever explored. Each worked the room in an unique fashion. Ben visually scoured the tables to see if any business contacts were around. He didn't want to neglect them. Tiffany looked around to see how many admirers she had gained this evening. She felt herself preening. When eyes touched her, she always knew .... her willing subjugation to Joseph seemed far in her past right now ... but he wasn't.
Involved in their meal and social minuet, neither Tiffany nor her dad had noticed the pair of hunter's eyes that feasted on young Tiffany at this moment. Joseph Adeosun sat just three tables away ... there was a large African American man with him.
