I stood in the shower, warm water cascading on my body, gently soaping my breasts, teasing my nipples, thinking about what had just happened and what the night might bring. I started to feel a tingling in my pussy. I reached down with one hand, found my clit and started to play with it while massaging my breasts with the other.
It felt so good. I love having my clit and nipples stimulated at the same time. Round and round on my clit and nipples, slowly going faster and faster, I could feel an orgasm building. An image of Jonathon's hard cock flashed into my mind. I could have my finger on my clit and cum now or orgasm with his cock driving my pussy crazy later.
I decided to wait.
I stepped out of the shower, wrapped myself in a big soft towel and slowly dried myself off. I love the feel of a soft towel ticking my erect nipples. I walked over to my lingerie drawer to find something to wear.
I knew all Jonathon wanted me to wear was a garter belt and stockings but I know men.
Men love breasts. They love to look at our breasts, to touch them, caress them, fondle them, massage them, squeeze them, nuzzle them, nibble them, bite them, kiss them, bury their faces between them, lick them, suck them, rub their cocks on them, bury their cocks between them, fuck them, cum on them and rub their cum into them.
Men look at us and love to imagine what type of bra we're wearing whether it's a balconette, shelf, demi-cup, deep plunge, push-up, sheer, strapless, open cup, cup less, shelf, or bustier (with stockings of course). They imagine what it looks like covering our breasts; imagining the swell of our cleavage, our nipples hidden beneath the fabric.
Some men like to unfasten the clasp, slide the straps down, ease the cups away slowly reveal the breasts until the erect nipples come into view then finally taking the bra off.
Some men like to slide the straps down until the cups fall away exposing the breasts nipples hard and waiting for attention.
Some men like to slip breasts out of the cups so they are squeezed together by the bra, nipples almost touching and they don't want us to take it off.
As much as men love breasts, bras drive them wild with the anticipation of what's to cum.
I looked through my bras until I found exactly the one I wanted, a red, very sheer, balconette shelf bra. I slipped my arms into the straps, reached behind and fastened the clasp. I adjusted the straps and nestled my breasts properly in the cups. I looked in the mirror. There was a beautiful swell of flesh above the cups exposing half my breasts, my nipples made two very attractive bumps and I could just faintly see my areolas through the fabric. This, I thought, will drive Jonathon wild.
I found a matching garter belt and put it on. I chose sheer white stockings, with lace tops and teased them up my legs, smoothing them to make sure there were no wrinkles and fastened them to the garters. I slipped on a pair of red 5 inch peep toe stilettos. I sat down at the vanity and did my makeup and hair. Fluffy curls, smoky eyes and red lips to match my outfit and I was ready.
I stood up and then I had a wicked thought. I sat down and started looking through my make up until I found a light pink lipstick. I spread my legs and made up my pussy, applying lipstick to my pussy lips and especially on my clit. The color matched perfectly.
I didn't have a red robe to finish my look but I knew from "that night," that Gwen had one. I supposed she wouldn't mind if I borrowed it. I slowly opened the door to my room. I could hear noises coming from the dining room as Jonathon got dinner ready. I slipped down the hall into Gwen's room and into her closet. I found exactly what I was looking for, a full length red satin robe, with a shawl collar and black lace detailing at the sleeves. I put it on, tied the belt and went down the hall to dinner.
The dining room lights were out, the room lit by flickering candles making a very romantic setting.
Jonathon was standing, waiting for me, wearing a beautiful satin robe exactly like mine but in black with red lace detailing! He looked gorgeous! I went up to him, put my arms around him and gave him a deep kiss. I ran my hands down his back and over his butt and I felt the outline of underwear.
"You are very sexy in that robe." I told him as I moved a hand around to the front of his robe and felt a hard constrained cock trying to escape, "I can't wait to see what's underneath."
"God, you are beautiful." he stammered as he ran his hands down my back, pausing slightly over my bra straps then moving down over my garter belt and down the garters feeling my stocking tops. "I have a surprise or two for you."
"Did we shop at the same store?" I asked as I gave his cock a squeeze.
He blushed.
"I guess we both borrowed from your mother's closet, didn't we? I think we should have our dinner." I said a bit breathlessly feeling his hand caress my butt.
He walked over to my chair and pulled it out for me. I sat down, crossing my legs. My robe accidently slipped open, exposing my stocking top. I looked up and saw Jonathon enjoying the view.
"Let's enjoy our dinner," he said as he sat down and we did. We talked and laughed and enjoyed the food and each other's company. He told me about his upcoming graduation and going to grad school. He asked me about my job and I what I would be doing when my present assignment was over. He was a perfect gentleman. He wouldn't let me do anything. He served, cleared the table and finally when we were enjoying our coffee, he reached over and held my hand.
"I want to thank you for making me feel so special and for everything you've done for me."
"Thank you for the wonderful, romantic dinner," I said, "It was perfect. You are a wonderful young man, Jonathon. You really know how to make a girl feel special. "
"The pleasure is mine," he said, "the pleasure you gave me. I never dreamed anything could be so good. I remember when you came home and caught me in my mother's room. You never laughed or yelled at me, you just loved me in a way I never thought I would experience."
"Jonathon," I said, "the pleasure was mine as well. You gave me your most precious gift. I was the first woman you made love to. It was my pussy you first entered and in my pussy where you first came."
"You always make sure I get pleasure first," he whispered, "Now I want to give you pleasure first."
