Thank you for continuing to take part in this adventure. This part builds slowly and hopefully leaves you begging for the next chapter. I have not decided if I want to end it at 4 chapters or continue on. Leave comments and please vote.
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Two days flew by quickly. Every day after work Tracy and I fucked. We did not make love or have sex, we used each other for our own pleasure. Nothing we did was intended for the other's pleasure. I was sure, after all that, that I would not be able to participate in the night's activities. However, just thinking about tonight was arousing me like never before.
Tracy walked out of the bedroom and I could not believe what she looked like. She was dressed in a tight white blouse with the top three buttons undone, you could tell there was no bra underneath. A form-fitting black pencil skirt and tan stockings. She was carrying a pair of black high-heels. She put on minimal make-up. Her lips were ruby red, a light dusting of blush on her cheeks and dark eye-shadow.
I walked up to her and pulled her close, she smelled good and felt even better. I ran my hand down her back and felt just smooth skin. She was not wearing any panties either.
"Honey, you need to go change. There are clothes for you on the bed." She went up on her tip-toes and kissed my cheek. Then she walked into the kitchen, the last thing I saw was her texting someone.
I went into the bedroom and saw a package on the bed. It was wrapped in blue paper with a white ribbon and a bow. I sat down on the bed and stared at the package.
I picked it up and held it in my lap. Grabbing the bow and pulling it loose. I pulled the top off of the box and looked inside. There was a blue silk shirt, under the shirt was a charcoal black Italian dress pants. Finally, a pair of black silk socks and black leather shoes.
I laid the items on the bed and got undressed. Walking into the bathroom, I grabbed a towel and started the shower. Turning, I looked at myself in the mirror. Was I ready for this? Did I really have a choice? Fuck, my mother would be here in a couple of hours and the night... well the night would be interesting.
After my shower, I found a note on the clothes, it merely read: no underwear. This was going to be a first for me. When I was done, I found it fell very good. The pants practically stroked me to arousal as I walked. The shirt was snug and soft, never mind the socks. I could get used to dressing like this.
The time flew by, Tracy had dinner going and two bottles of wine on ice. She specifically made a meal that Kathy tended to complain about. She was definitely setting the stage for how the evening would go.
The doorbell rang and I opened the door to see Anthony standing there dressed in suit pants and a maroon silk shirt. I wondered if my mother had been informed of the dress code.
"Evenin' Brandon. How was your day?"
"Uneventful, spent most of the day thinking about tonight."
"It will a great evening... for me at least." He chuckled.
"Yeah, about that. What are your plans for us? What are you going to have us do?"
He looked me in the eye and in a deadly serious voice said "Whatever the fuck I want you to do."
I have never felt a chill go down my spine like it did just then. I could not continue to look him in the eye and cast my eyes downward.
"Yeah, I guess"
"I am sorry, what did you say?" his tone was still serious and commanding.
"Yes..." I looked at him. His eyes stared at me and he cocked an eyebrow. I nearly jumped when I felt Tracy put her hand on my shoulder.
"Yes, sir. That is what he wants to hear." She said.
I looked at her and then at him. "Yes... sir."
"Good, now to set a good example for tonight. Tracy follow me to the couch." He walked towards the couch and sat down.
