I woke up the next day with a pretty sore throat and pussy, but still not able to resist rubbing one out in the shower and bed, sniffing my crusty returned panties, thinking about that afternoon's session with Ray...
I had no classes in the morning but went in to meet my friend Fran for a study group in the library where she quizzed me over my "date". I decided to tell her half the truth, saying I'd hit it off with the guy selling the bike and just gone for a walk. She gave me a cough sweet out of her bag and joked my husky voice that morning was the result of getting a lurgy from kissing him, but I told her I'd not - which was technically not a lie, I guess, unless you count his cock and balls! If only she knew... Fran pressed me more but luckily the librarian came round and told her off for chattering.
Fran left me soon after, having a class to go to. During my lunch break before my own classes I headed to the shopping centre close to the campus, planning to use some of my previous bike budget to buy some new underwear so I wouldn't have to keep using my sister's yucky old ones.
Here my buoyant mood took a turn... There were few shops doing lingerie but I didn't like most of it and what I did like, they frustratingly didn't have my size. It seems the town only stocked the good stuff for women carrying the Mitchell brothers in a headlock! I even got measured to make sure and still a B... Then to another for a second opinion. This old dear said that she remembered me and if anything I'd shrunk a bit, but well done on losing some weight... talk about kicking a lass when she's down!
In the end, after much deliberation and help from the assistant, and as much to not feel I'd not wasted my time as practicality, I just bought a pack of thongs - one red, one black one white. My thinking was I could use them for nights out under dresses as well as, well, whatever dirty old Ray ended up doing with them! Hopefully a good foundation to set me up for more sexcapades in future... I wanted to not only look good for him but feel good for myself and this was a much-needed refresh, I figured.
Back home in my room, I texted Ray a picture in the red set from the shoulder down, twisting seductively to present my arse.
"What do you think sir? Xx"
He replied just after I had had tea (someone's keen! The plan was working it seemed), "Perfect for tomorrow night!"
"Can't wait! What else should I wear? What are your plans for me? Xx"
"It's a surprise..."
The phone pinged again "Wear a little dress to match your new underwear. Something I have easy access to you in. Don't eat before. Bring dessert."
"Sounds good! Xx" I smiled back as I texted away.
That night after a gym session I went back into my sister's room where I knew she had a spaghetti-strap red mini dress from her rebellious years. It had in-built half-moon cups pushing my tits up so luckily no need to wear a bra. I tried it on in the mirror. I was much taller and slender than her so on me it was basically a top pulled to stretch over the curves of my arse, but it accentuated my figure and really made the most of my boobs. It was incredibly tight though, even on me... The stretchy material strained but I couldn't get it to cover properly my chest and rump fully at the same time in a slutty balancing act. I'd definitely need a jumper and jeans over them till I got to the sanctuary of Ray's garage!
I also matched them with a black clasp to lift my hair up at the neck, the hooped earrings again, and a tight, cheap pearl necklace that had been a charity shop find. I was going for a sassy, sultry look (think escort on the red carpet!) with some sticky, glossy lippy and lashes smeared in wet mascara to complete the look.
I sent Ray a message saying "Can't wait for my surprise, sir! Xx" with a saucy pic of my red lips sucking a finger suggestively.
I got no immediate answer so, horned up, contented myself with some old man porn (Old farmer surprises young milkmaid) before my phone beeped. The dirty bastard! Ray had sent a video... He'd printed out my photo in the new red underwear and filmed himself wanking onto the paper. Coming all over my printed body. I felt so objectified... So hot as he gushed onto the paper in powerful bursts, making the still fresh ink smudge. How'd he done that? As far as I could tell his old brick phone didn't even have a camera!
Unaware back then "cum tributes" were a thing, I watched the video in bed again and again, taking in his mighty cock spewing all over me until I came, fighting not to let out a squeak and wake my parents sleeping. Not as hard as on my knees in his living room, but harder than any porn or erotica had ever got me off before.
"Can't wait for you to use me for real again sir xx" I texted back before slipping into sleep, dreaming of how he'd use me the next day...
***
That Thursday morn I was a ball of horniness. My pussy aching in anticipation as I cycled to my classes. Normally, I'd go to the library or gym after class, but this week I was hoping Ray would give me a good workout!
The professors droned, the students sighed and the lectures dragged on...
I daydreamed about Ray's cock, my pussy already damp under the desk. Absentmindedly playing with my pen and sucking on the tip, only hitting reality again with a thump as I tasted the bitter ink on my tongue. Get a grip, Kat!
Finally, it was time to go!
I jumped on the bike and peddled home as fast as I could, dodging cars and students as I whizzed off on a mission with arse waggling in the air, pussy damp in anticipation and aching longingly on the bike's stiff seat. Once home I flung off my clothes and dove in the shower, lathering up my fraught body in soap and suds, shaving and moisturising all over so nice and fresh for whatever Ray had in store for me. It was all I could do to not touch myself as I rinsed off my hair, so turned on I was just thinking what he'd do with me...
As I put on the top cum dress, brushed my teeth, and slathered on mascara and cherry lip gloss, I fantasised about what he'd do to me for "dessert". Would he eat my pussy - and maybe arse? Would I get another cum cocktail to savour? Or, did he literally expect me to turn up with a cheesecake or something? Oh gosh... what to do!? Better safe than sorry. I decided to be on the safe side and grab a can of whipped cream and chocolate sauce on the way to his house - surely that would be fine!
By the time I was away and peddling from the corner shop, whipped cream and chocolate sauce acquired, to Ray's it was dark and drizzling. Thunder just starting to rumble in the far distance as I skidded to a stop outside his half-open garage door and ducked underneath. I knew he was home by the light through the frosted glass of the bathroom above the garage. Inside, I quickly got ready, peeling off my damp jacket and jeans to reveal the red dress underneath.
I wrestled the dress up a few inches to cover my nipples and push my titties up, then stretched it down over my arse so the material between was almost sheer even in the dim light. My cleavage and bum were going to be playing tug of war it seemed...
Checking my hurriedly smeared lips and lashes, and damp hair in my little mirror, my heart pounding once again in anticipation and exertion just as the other day, I cleared my throat and knocked on the door. I adjusted my dress as I waited with bated breath, listening for footsteps or a call to come in, trying to cover both my boobs and butt as the dress rode up already, even as I barely moved.
I knocked again louder but no answer, so tried the handle. The door creaked open an inch so I shrugged and stepped into the dark corridor. As I did, a delicious smell hit me followed by the sound of sizzling meat. Some old tune that seemed familiar my dad would probably know the name of blasting out of the back of the house. My stomach grumbled as I'd chosen to have a light lunch to make sure I wasn't bloated in this tight dress. I tottered down the corridor like a character from a bad horror flick, my bare feet shuffling in the gloom as I made it to the living room door and cracked it open.
As my eyes adjusted to the light, I took in the scene. The little dining table was set with two plates and empty glasses of wine, a candle burning in the middle. The only other illumination came from the kitchen sidelights to create a cosy, romantic atmosphere, under which stood Ray with his back to me, busying himself at the hob and shimmying to the music.
"Ray?" I called. "Ray.... Ray!" The third time he heard me and jumped around, the jar of sauce and spatula he was holding dropping to the floor to smash on the tiles and splatter his nice navy chinos.
"Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" I stammered, standing there awkwardly.
He just stood there frozen for a second as if he was looking through me before composing himself and chuckling.
