I was up and about early, waiting for the text message and was actually waiting outside the shop when it opened just after 10am. The woman was quite a bit older than me and sweet as anything, helping me select a really sexy pink set of bra and pants that were pretty transparent and a matching 6 strap suspender belt, plus some American Tan 10 denier stockings, and she 'wished me luck' as I left, making me blush like a hormonal teenager.
Once home I had a nerve settling cup of coffee just as Rod texted me his address and a photo of his erect cock!
He then asked for a photo of my tits .... even though I was shocked I knew girls at work regularly did things like this, so with a deep breath lifted my t-shirt up and took a picture of my bra encased tits and sent it back.
"Nice -- now take off the bra!" he responded 30 seconds later.
Shaking and giggling I unclipped my bra and lifted it up to my chin, then quickly took a pic of my naked tits and sent it to him.
"I'm even hornier now." he replied with another dick pic.
I then replied that I'd be there about noon.
My heart was racing as I undressed from my casual wear and started putting on my new underwear, occasionally glancing into the large mirror in the corner of my bedroom. As I'd only ever worn real stockings once, about twenty years previously attaching my new pair to the suspenders was a right fuss, but after about ten minutes of swearing and sweating with shaking fingers, I managed.
I'd already selected a fairly short red dress with a big scoop neck that should have been worn with a t-shirt or fine sweater with thick tights, which I hadn't worn in maybe two or three years, but today it was cleavage all the way!
Fully dressed with my highest black patent shoes, make up and shiny red lipstick on I looked at myself in the mirror .... totally unsure if I looked like 'mutton dressed as lamb' or the slut that my black lover expected .... a bit of both I decided, but was confident that the latter was more important.
I sank another strong coffee as I waited for my Uber, and when I squeezed into the back seat, even though I was wearing my big woollen coat, my dress immediately rose up my thighs exposing my stocking tops and suspenders, which the dark skinned driver noticed in his rear view mirror.
"Going somewhere nice?" He grinned.
"I'm meeting a friend for lunch I nervously replied.
"Lucky man."
I just blushed and looked out of the window for 20 minutes after giving him the address.
Even though this was a very 'considered' thing that I was about to do; saying that I was nervous would be a massive understatement as I pressed the buzzer for Flat 5, my pulse was off the scale and my heart was racing to meet it.
Rod opened the door 30 seconds later, While I'd dressed up and was even wearing my best Chanel No 5 perfume, he was wearing shorts and a vest; but in his defence it showed off his tattoos, muscles and physique.
"Wow." he grinned, "you look really sexy .... stockings?"
"Maybe," I hoarsely replied, "but that's for me to know .... and you to find out."
"I wasn't 100% sure you'd come." He said as he opened the door.
"Me neither." I answered.
"Tea? Coffee? Wine?" my host asked, unable to take his eyes off my chest as I took my coat off and laid it across a chair.
"Coffee please." I told him as I scanned his living room, which was a lot tidier than I'd have guessed and quite smartly furnished.
When he returned with the coffee I was sitting cross legged on the sofa, not quite realising that my dress was so short he would see my stocking tops.
"I was right," he winked as he put the cup on a small table next to me, "stockings it is."
"Shit!" I pretended to be embarrassed as I pulled my dress down but it was to no avail and they remained 'on show' much to his delight as I drank my coffee.
"How long have you got?" he teased.
I pouted, but I was 'on the clock' "I need to be home by about 7."
"Is he home tonight?"
"No, but he always rings about 7 ..... on the house phone."
"The house phone?" He queried.
I shrugged, "He likes to know I'm home safe and sound."
Rod then stood up and moved towards me, "Do you want to start here or the bedroom?" He bluntly enquired with only a minimum of romance.
My heart and pulse began racing again, "I don't know," then paused and looked away, "I've never done this before."
"Well that's not what it looks like babe; but I believe you .... the bedroom will be more comfortable", he winked and took my hand to help me up.
As soon as I was standing he took hold of me and kissed me .... the same kind of powerful French Kiss as the two previous nights, making me go weak at the knees, hardly noticing that he'd put his hand up my dress and was fondling my stocking tops.
"After you." he grinned after breaking the kiss, and pointed me back to the hallway. I went to open the first door, but he stopped me. "Nah ... not that one, that's Rays."
I squinted and looked puzzled.
"Ray, I share with him .... he's at work, so don't worry."
He then opened the next door, and the bedroom was just as neat and tidy as the living room, with a double bed, mirrored wardrobes and a chair next to a small dressing table.
"Mirrors?" I turned to him, "why am I not surprised?"
He just shrugged and pulled me too him, kissing me again and as we ground our hips together he pulled my dress up over my hips, and I couldn't help feeling that he was looking at my rear in the mirrors.
Satisfied that I wasn't going to run away, I felt him fumbling with the zip on the back of my dress then slowly pull it down, I had to breathe in as he straightened the bottom half so he could pull it off me; leaving me in just my brand new sexy lingerie and black high heals.
"Mmmmm... very sexy." Rod purred, "is this specially for me?"