I had decided to make contact with an ex-boyfriend called Steve. Steve and I were quite the item back in the day.
Steve was the first guy I shaved my pussy for, the first guy to fuck my ass and the first guy to introduce me to the delights of lingerie and role play.
He was blessed with a good 9 inches of hard veiny cock and boy did he know how to use it.
He also was in possession of a very fertile imagination and could dish out the dirty talk better than any lover I encountered.
He was and still is a very handsome man with an incredible body. He also was extremely arrogant, which at times would be severely annoying but there were also times it would be extremely erotic, to be controlled by such an alpha male.
I didn't just fuck his cock, I worshiped it. We never loved each other but boy did we lust each other! I had bumped into him recently in a disco bar me and the girls frequent on one of our ladies nights.
The place is full of players and it does a woman good to have her ego massaged by lusty men now and again.
The night in question I was wearing a very tight leather pencil skirt, with a skin-tight turtle neck top in shiny black.
My pierced nipples were pushing through the tight material of the sweater and having foregone a bra, the erectness of my nipples was there for all to see.
Beneath my skirt was my obligatory garters and fishnet stockings with my signature high heel fuck me shoes.
Steve saw me sitting at the bar as the girls were on the dance floor, teasing a handful of guys. He walked up to me with a huge salacious grin on his tanned handsome face and took the stool next to mine.
He looked me up and down, drinking in my slut look clothing and whispered softly.
"You still look like the perfect slut" and giggled.
"Well if anyone would know, then it would definitely be you!" I flirted running my long nails up his thigh.
We small talked and flirted deliciously and I felt with just a little push from Steve, I would have willingly left with him and fucked him wildly for old times' sake.
He took me onto the dance floor for a slow smooch dance, and placed his hands around my narrow waist. As the lights dimmed and the dance floor filled up, he wasted no time at all in running his large manly hands over my unfettered breasts, stroking the nipples delicately. I felt myself shudder as he teased my breasts delightfully.
One of his hands went down my back and stroked the soft leather material of tight pencil skirt, as he grabbed my buttocks and began to manipulate them.
My breath was quickening as my state of arousal increased. I breathed heavily onto his neck and gently licked his earlobe.
I could feel his hard cock pushing into me as he kissed and nibbled my neck gently and effectively. My hips began to rock back and forth as he whispered.
"You look so fucking sexy. Do you still shave your pussy?"
"It's always shaved Steve and always wet" I teased.
"Come outside and we can have some fun in my car" he breathed softly into my erogenous ear.
It took all of my willpower to reject his advances as I said.
"I can't tonight babe, I'm due home soon. Maybe some other time?" I smiled as I rubbed his huge erection.
He kissed my lips so gently it felt like a whisper drafting across my lips. His tongue softly brushed my lips as the music and our dance ended.
When we returned to the bar, all of the girl's had gathered and were indicating we should be on our travels home.
I gave Steve a peck on the cheek in full view of the girls, but they didn't see me gently squeeze his cock.
I whispered in his ear.
"Definitely some other time" restoring his ego.
He winked at me and the girls and I left the club.
As I reminisced about that night, I found myself with my hand on my cell phone, looking for Steve's contact details.
There was no denying that the thought of our little encounter was sexually exciting and having been lovers in the past it would be no great shake to hop back in to bed again.
Steve would obviously be up for it, but would he be willing fuck me in front of my husband or at least within earshot. I looked at his contact details and thought what the hell.
I speed dialled Steve's phone and three rings later Steve's masculine voice answered.
"This is a nice surprise. How can I help the sexiest woman I've ever met?" he oozed like warm syrup.
"I thought maybe we could pick up from where we left off at the club. I could be round your place in less than an hour" I informed him.
"Wear everything you had on that night and we can definitely continue" he stated.
"So you liked my leather rock chick look?" I enquired in my sultry tone.
"Leather rock chick? I thought it was more Hot Cock-teasing slut and you know I like a little teasing!" he proclaimed.
"I'll wear all of that outfit and anything else you want me to wear, as long as you give me that hard cock!" I retorted.
"Fucking hell Steph I'm almost coming at the thought. What about Wilf though?" Steve enquired.
"He knows about it and approves" a little white lie "So I'll be there in an hour if you want to fuck my smooth hairless pussy!" I teased.
"Get round here now!" he panted "Before I empty my load on the phone."
"Save it for me. See you in an hour" I giggled and hung up.
I was already wearing my Waspie with the six straps, fastened to my seamed fishnet stockings.
I wasn't wearing panties or a bra and had my nipple rings attached to my pierced nipples.
I was wearing ankle strapped spike heeled shoes in black patent leather. I slid my tight leather pencil skirt over my thighs leaving the waistband unfastened whilst I pulled my shiny black turtle neck top over my ample bosom.
I smoothed the skin-tight top into place as the shiny material cupped my breasts, revealing my erect pierced nipples almost cutting the material open. I fastened the waistband of my leather skirt and looked at my reflection in the full length mirror.
It was as though I was wearing a shiny black second skin, as my slut clothes hugged the contours of my curvy body.
My leather pencil skirt was so tight; the garter straps from my Waspie were contoured beneath the soft black leather.
I paraded around my bedroom, looking at my erotic reflection as my spiked heels clicked on my wooden floor. I was not the young woman Steve had devoured all those years ago, but there was something more erotic in my demeanour now. I had become more curvy, my ass and breasts filling out a little which emphasized my curves.
I placed my manicured hands on my narrow waist and felt totally empowered at my reflection. I touched up my make-up and tousled my hair, spraying a small waft of perfume across my throat and on my wrists.
My eyes were sparkling with lust and excitement knowing my pussy was about to get filled with a very large nine inches of hard manly cock! I scooped my handbag and the leather jacket that matched my skirt and headed out of my house, into my car, and drove the short distance to Steve's house.
The intensity was marvelous as my pussy tingled with the prospect of being re-introduced to Steve's throbbing veiny cock.
I was tempted to roll my skirt up my thighs and stroke my shaved slot but due to density of traffic I had to suffice with squeezing my thighs together and feeling my labia and clitoris fill with lust crazed blood.