Summer in the South

Sweltering heat, that’s how best to describe it. And I’m not talking about the 100 degrees plus temperatures and 90 percent humidity that we’re famous for. I’m talking about the feeling I got when his piercing blue eyes locked with mine in the mirror.

A low whistle followed by a deep smooth voice. “He’s a lucky guy,” he said.

“Who’s that?” I asked, as the flush crept across my chest and down to my core. I knew my cheeks had to be tinted pink.

“Whoever is going to be seeing you in that dress.”

I noticed him earlier in the store. I’d felt his eyes slowly travel across the curves of my body. His lips twisted into a wickedly playful smile.

I smiled back at him, not turning from the mirror.

The air conditioning in the department store was doing nothing to cool the heat I felt. I surveyed the image before me. Chestnut hair falling to my tan shoulders where the thin spaghetti straps of the midnight blue dress rested. The deep v of the neckline highlighted my ample firm breast. The silk shantung hugged my curves, reminding me of deep ocean waves caressing my body. I imagined his hands resting on my hips. I could feel the heat of them though the thin material.

 “What makes you think it’s for someone special?”

Trying on the dress had meant shedding my bra and panties. I could feel my nipples harden and I knew he could see them through the silk of the dress. I was damp with anticipation.

He stepped closer. His scent was intoxicating; woodsy and not to sweet. His eyes never left mine as we watched each other through the mirror glass. As he passed behind me, his fingertips traced across my back from one shoulder to the other. My breath came in an odd rhythm.

His lips moved, and I realized he was speaking. My focus was torn from his dark eyes to the soft sound of his voice. His hand trailed down my arm until his fingers circled my wrist.

“Changing room. Five minutes.”

He released my wrist and stepped past me.

“Don’t keep me waiting.”

I realized as he disappeared behind the mirror that I had been holding my breath. A long slow unsteady breath escaped my mouth. I look at myself and shake my head. Now what? What kind of woman would meet a stranger in the dressing room? What kind of man propositions a woman this way?

A seriously hot and confident one, that’s who.

Who was I kidding? It had been several months since I’d felt wanted like this. Maybe this was just what I needed.

I checked my reflection once more. Then stepped away from the mirror.

The changing room wasn’t busy and the sales person who had let me in earlier was missing from her post. They were large, private rooms complete with a comfy chair. The carpet was plush, and they were very clean. Of course, you wouldn’t expect less at a high-end department store like this.

I turned the knob on the room I’d been using. My clothes that had once been haphazardly tossed into the chair now hung neatly on the hanger. Replaced by the stranger I couldn’t walk away from.

I shut the door behind me. I didn’t step closer. We watched each other. His smile making it all the way to his eyes.

He leaned forward. His hands resting on his knees. Without the smile, it would have felt like he was about to pounce. Yet, somehow, I still felt like I was about to be devoured.

“You are beautiful,” he said. “Turn for me.”

I took a deep breath and slowly pirouetted.

“That dress fits you perfectly,” he said. “It caresses your hips. It shows off those beautiful breasts. The color makes your eyes such an intense shade of blue. No one could look away from you.”

His words washed over me. Every part of me responded to him.

“Are you going to stay just out of arms reach or do you want to see just how I can make you feel?”

I was drawn to him. I felt myself take a step toward him.

“That’s it baby,” he said. “Come to me.”

Four more steps and I was right there in front of him.

He reached out and his hand rested on my hip. It felt like he branded me through the thin material. Slowly he let it fall down the outside of my thigh and down my calf. His fingers grazed across my ankle and I swear the world stopped.

I felt him lift my foot and place it on his knee.

“Now, promise to be a good girl and don’t make to much noise,” he said.

I didn’t think that was going to be a problem since my voice had totally disappeared.

I was bare beneath the dress. I could feel the air on my pussy as my lips spread open. I was already soaking wet. His hand slipped under the hem of the dress and as he slowly traveled back up my leg, so did the material of the dress.

As he reached the apex, where my thigh joined my hip, he stopped and looked up at me. “A simple stop will make it all go away at any time,” he said. I nodded, but still didn’t speak.

“Hold the skirt for me, I don’t want it getting in the way.” I reached down and bunched the material, exposing my bare pussy right in front of his face. I felt my skin heat. I could feel his words on me. Then his lips touched me, and I was lost. He placed a soft kiss right on my mound.

He leaned in closer. “You smell delicious. I bet you’re gonna taste even sweeter.”

I felt him parting me. He slid two fingers inside of me. My pussy was wet and accepting. His palm was flat against my mound. Slowly he started stroking that sensitive spot with the tips of his fingers. My back arched as my shoulders pressed against the wall. I tried to stay quiet, but I didn’t succeed.

“I know what you want,” he said.

 A moan escaped through my lips. My legs trembled.

“I love that sound. That pretty mouth of yours exists for one reason, my pleasure.”

The speed of his strokes increased, and I rocked against his palm. I forgot about where we were. Thankfully his other hand held me firmly in place. With each stroke, I knew an orgasm more intense than any I’d had in months was building. I bucked against his hand and he increased the pressure.

“I’m curious how much you can take,” he said. “I can feel your pussy clenching my fingers. I’d love to feel it tight around my cock. You’d milk every drop of cum out of me.”

His words and touch combined to bring me right to the edge. My body was in overdrive. With just a few more strokes, I broke. I came hard right in the palm of his hand.

He sat my foot down on the floor. His other hand still planted inside me. He stood up and turned me so that my back was against his chest. The long floor length mirror was in front of us. What a sight I was. My skin flushed. My dress all bunched at my waist. A stranger behind me with the most intimate of handshakes shared between us.

He placed a kiss along my neck then whispered in my ear.

“You’ve been waiting for the right person to bring this out in you. You’re filled with desire. You want to do dirty things. You’ve been waiting for the right person to fully explore you - more fully than anyone ever has. You’ve been waiting for the right person to take you and ravage you over and over again.”

My eyes went wide. His tongue licked across my earlobe. His fingers slowly withdrew from my pussy and I let the skirt of the dress fall back to the floor. He reached up and slowly drew the zipper down along my spine.

“No sense you struggling with that on your own,” he said.

I watched him lick two fingers that were no doubt coated with my cum. He smiled. “I was right, you are delicious.”

It was starting to sink in. I’d just let a total stranger finger me until I came in a public place.

“I’ve enjoyed our encounter. You really must get that dress. It’s made for you and your body. I’ll just let myself out so that you can finish your shopping.”

He stepped from behind me but placed a soft kiss on my shoulder before he turned to leave. I just stood there, fixed in place. I felt the loss of him as soon as he left. When the door clicked closed behind him, I think I started breathing again. I set down in the chair that he’d occupied not five minutes earlier. It smelled of him.

I’m not sure how long I set there. A myriad of thoughts running through my mind. Finally, I stood and took the dress off. I redressed then left the dressing area. I might never wear that dress again, but there was no way I could leave it behind. I stopped at the counter to checkout.

“Let me hang and bag that for you,” the cashier said. As she was preparing my purchase, I reached into my purse for my wallet.

“There’s no need mam,” she said. “The gentleman has taken care of everything. He did leave a note for you as well.”

I wasn’t sure how I felt. But I took the dress and note from her and headed to the car.

The hot leather did nothing to cool the turmoil and excitement still churning inside me. I cranked the car and with the AC on high,  I unfolded the note and read:

If you’re brave enough to see where this can go, meet me at Maxwell’s on Ninth at 8 p.m. Wear the dress. I want to unleash the desire in you like no one has before. I want to own you like you’ve only fantasized about. I’m going to take you and fill you until you are completely exhausted. Tonight starts a new adventure if you dare.

I just wanted to fuck this morning

I wanted to fuck this morning. But he had an early appointment. Nothing I did coaxed him back into bed with me. I lost the sheet and rolled over so that he’d have to look at my naked ass and boobs as he dressed for work. I even wrapped my naked self around him while he was brushing his teeth. Normally, he couldn’t resist the feel of my tits pressed up against him; especially when my hand slipped inside his pants and gave his cock a squeeze. He just pried me off and went in search of his wallet and keys. I flopped back on the bed feeling frustrated since my only option was pulling out the vibrator if I wanted to get off this morning. Along with the kiss goodbye, he left me with a warm red handprint on my ass and the promise, he’d make up for it later tonight.

I laid there slowly fingering myself letting my mind drift. I felt that familiar tingle starting to build. Then my phone rang.  His ringtone.

“Get out of bed and get ready for work,” he said. “Leave that pussy of yours alone. I told you, I’d take care of it tonight.”

His voice in my ear only made me wetter. I kept rubbing.

“If you cum now, you won’t get to tonight,” he said. “You know I’ll make you wait for days to feel my cock shoved deep inside that velvety cunt of yours. I want you to think about everything I’ll do to you tonight when I get home. Now spread those wet lips apart and send me a picture of that perfect pussy of yours so that I can look at it all day long.”

I sent the picture and reluctantly got out of bed and started getting ready for work.

As I was putting the finishing touches of mascara on, my phone chirped again. His text tone. Put the balls in. I want you thinking about my cock inside you all day.

I walked into the bedroom and stood in front of the full-length mirror. I pouted my lips and snapped another photo which I attached to my text. You could have had all of this before you left.

He promptly replied, I will have every bit of it tonight.

I pulled out a beautiful purple and pink lace bra and panty set. The bra hooked in the front and displayed my breasts perfectly. The panties were cut high on the thigh and had strategic lace inserts along the back and across my mound. The balls were a light purple and almost matched the lingerie. I shot a quick video of me inserting them which I forwarded to him.

Such a naughty girl. You look so hot when you are dripping wet for me, came his quick reply.

I finished getting ready for work. Grabbed my bags and headed out the door. Right on time. It was only a 20-minute commute to work. That was long enough. Every time I shifted in my seat, I could feel those balls. My panties were soaked by the time I headed into the office.  

I tried to concentrate. I really needed to get some things off my desk. But the balls were making me hornier that I already was. I could really feel them because of the way my desk chair is made. Each time I shifted, I felt them shift inside me and my pussy contracted around them. This was going to be a long day.

A couple hours passed and I needed caffeine. I headed to the break room. With each step, I felt myself getting wetter. The balls rubbed against me creating an internal friction that would drive you crazy. By the time I reach the break room, I just knew everyone would be able to look at me and tell what was going on. Thankfully the room was almost empty as I rounded the corner where the coke machine was located. I dropped in three quarters and hit the button which would deliver me my much needed diet coke. As I bent to retrieve it from the machine, I felt the balls shift again. Lord, I’m not going to make it until 5 p.m.

I headed back to my office and worked on concentrating on a marketing report I needed to have ready for next week’s meeting. Concentrating on the numbers took my mind off my pussy, at least for a little while.

It was almost noon and I knew he had a lunch meeting today. He couldn’t say much while he was meeting with clients.  I smiled to myself and headed to the restroom. I found the end stall and lifted the skirt of my dress. I videoed myself pulling my panties to the side and rubbing my clit. It felt so good. I almost didn’t stop.

I sent that with a text that said, too bad you aren’t having me for lunch today.

Almost immediately I got, You naughty girl. I’m trying to work. Now I’ll have to punish you. Take off your panties and leave them off the rest of the day.

I can’t do that at work. What if the balls came out? Was my immediate reply.

You should have thought of that before you tried to distract me. Do it or no cock for you tonight.

My reflection in the bathroom mirror revealed just how frustrated I was. My cheeks were rosy and my chest was flushed. He knew this turned me on. Shit, how would I get back to my desk carrying panties? I shimmied out of them and stuffed them in my bra until I could get back to my office.  I just knew everyone I walked by could tell.

I settled in at my desk trying to find something to distract me. I was so wet now I could feel it on my thighs.

My phone chimed. I’m going to need you to prove you took them off. Send me a picture of your bare pussy in that chair.

I know my cheeks turned bright red. I could feel them burning. What if someone walked in? Could I really pull up my skirt right here in my office? I just sat there contemplating my next move.

My phone chimed again. You’re not keeping me waiting, are you? I know you wouldn’t want to disappoint me.

I walked over to the door and pushed it to. Then back to my desk. I pulled up my dress and sat my bare ass down in the chair and took his picture.

I was just adjusting my dress when there was a knock at the door. I stammered come in. Two minutes earlier and Cliff would have walked in. He’s my teammate. He wanted to go over the plans for our monthly department meeting. He pulled my other chair up next to mine so we could look at the report on the screen.

I glanced over and noticed my phone was sitting face up. Shit. I hadn’t hit send yet. I knew he’d text back. But Cliff was to close not to see the message or picture if I picked it up.

We had been through three slides when it chimed again. “?”

I knew he was wondering what was taking so long. I just ignored it and hoped this wouldn’t take much longer.

Slide eight of 22. This was taking forever. It chimed again. I’m still waiting.

I ignored it.

Slide 13 of 22. Another chime. Cliff asked if I needed to see who was trying to get me. I told him I’d check after we finished the slides.

Slide 17 of 22.  It chimed again. You know you’ll have to make this up to me. Right, baby?

We finally finished and Cliff left. I grabbed my phone as soon as he was out of sight. I did as you asked baby. Just had someone show up in my office. Couldn’t send the pic. But here it is.

Maybe that would help. He knew about work. But I knew he could hold out so much longer than me.

Nothing.

An hour passed and I still hadn’t heard from him. I knew he was making me sweat it out. It was working. Fucking him was all I could think about. It was almost 3:30 before I heard from him.

I loved the picture, but you made me wait. I think you need to make up for that. I want you to take your bra off and put it in your purse. Send me a picture of your beautiful naked tits and one of the bra in your purse.

Fuck! I couldn’t sit a work without a stitch of underwear on, could I? What if someone found out? I’d worn a wrap dress today. It was form fitting, but the wrap would make sure everything was covered. It wasn’t that thick though. I knew my nipples would be obvious under the fabric.

Are you going to make me wait again? I’m beginning to think you don’t want my cock tonight.

Well shit. I headed to the bathroom. He didn’t say I had to do it in my office. I unwrapped the dress and took off the bra. I tried to retie the dress where it wasn’t so tight against my chest. But then it just gapped open and you could see I didn’t have anything on underneath. So tight it was. Thankfully, my tits were still firm. No kids meant no sagging yet.  I didn’t look bad. It was just that feeling of knowing I was totally bare underneath except for a pair of ben wa balls.

Only an hour until it was time to go home. I sent the pictures so he’d know it was done.

That’s my good girl. I’ll show you how much I appreciate it in just a few hours.

I gave up on worked and just spent the last hour playing online. Looking at anything that would keep my mind off my pussy and naked tits. I felt wanton and wild. I couldn’t wait to get home and get naked tonight.

Finally, five o’clock rolled around. I headed out to the car. I picked up my phone to call him on my way home just like I did every day. He answered on the second ring.

“You’ve drove me crazy today!”

“And I’m not through yet,” he said. When he used that tone, I felt it all through my body. I knew what it meant. And I wanted all of it. “On your way home, I want you to untie your dress and pull up your skirt. Show off what I’ll be ravaging tonight to any truck driver that pulls alongside your car. I want them to be so jealous that you’re coming home to me.”

He told me to send him a picture at the next stop light and to drive safe.

I did. But I probably broke a few speed limits along the way.

When I pulled in the driveway, I saw his truck. He was already home. He opened the door as I was getting out of the car. I grabbed my things and headed up the drive.

When I reached the door, he took my tote and my purse and set them inside. He didn’t let me in.

“I think you’re still over dressed for what I have in mind,” he said. “Know, why don’t you just untie that dress the rest of the way and let’s get you out of it.”

My heart was racing. Thank goodness we lived on the cul de sac. There were neighbors, but none that could really see our front stoop; well unless they happened to be out in the yard.  He knew I loved the idea of public sex, even though I was smart enough to make sure there was no real risk involved.

I took a deep breath and untied the dress. I watched it drop to the porch. I smiled as he pulled me against him and gave me deep kiss while his hand reached between my legs and started rubbing against my clit.

I didn’t care who might see now. I just wanted more of him.

Morning lesson

He had left me there, bent over the blue and white checked arm chair in the living room, and told me not to move. My ass still stung and I knew it had a deep red glow. He spanked me. I had been petulant and deserved it. I just hoped there would be time to fix my make up before it was time to leave for work. I’m sure my mascara has given me racoon eyes.

I heard him as he returned and made his way into the kitchen. He opened his briefcase. He was getting ready to leave. That’s how I had ended up like this in the first place. We were finishing coffee when he told me he had an important client today and wouldn’t be able to text most of the morning. I pouted.

“I’ll bite those lips if you keep them poked out there darling,” he had said. I hadn’t stopped. I knew better. But the thought of his lips on mine made my panties damp. I’d tried over and over to get him to say he’d text or call. He just kept telling me, he’d make it up to me that evening. I kept pushing. He told me to stop.

“I don’t mean more to you than a client?” I had meant it to come out teasing. It fell flat. I knew the moment the words left her mouth that I’d gone too far. His eyes went dark. He reached across the table and softly grabbed my chin. He kissed me.

“Stand up,” he said. “Take your skirt off.”

“I’ll be late for work.”

“You had plenty of time to run your mouth. Don’t make me wait.  You’re going to get 10 licks with my belt. If you take much longer it’ll be 15.”

I reached around and unhooked my skirt. I worked it over my hips and let it drop to the floor. I stepped out of it. He took my hand and pulled me into the living room. My black heels clicked on the hardwood floor. I realized I was counting steps like I count lashes. He led me to the chair and put his hand on the small of my back. I knew that meant to bend over.

I heard him unfasten his belt. I had watched him dress this morning. I knew it was the thin black leather one with the silver clasp. I heard him pull it through the belt loops. I knew it would sting. I sensed him, more than felt him, as he stood behind me.

“You hurt my feelings when you doubt the level of my feelings for you,” he said quietly. “So now I’m going to give you something that will make sure you remember all morning just how much you mean to me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” 

He pulled my panties down. He ran his hand over the curve of my hip. Then he stepped back.

“Count,” he said, as the first lick landed.

“One.” I tried not to tense. It only made it worse when I did. These were not playful swats. I had hurt him and he wanted to make sure I understood.

Then the next one hit. “Two.”

By the time I got to six, I couldn’t hold the tears.

“I’m sorry,” I said as the seventh strike left a whelp across my ass.

“Count or I’ll add more.”

“Seven.”

When he finally got to 10, I heard him work his belt back through the loops. He came closer to me. He wiped my face with his handkerchief. He slowly rubbed his hands along my stinging ass. My breathing settled and the tears slowed.  He leaned over and kissed me on the forehead.

“Don’t move,” he said.

He left the room. I knew the moment he turned the corner because it felt empty. I could hear him open the hall closet door. Then he went further into the house before returning to the living room.

“Do you understand why you got a spanking?” He asked.

“Yes sir.”

“Tell me.”

“I made you feel like I doubted your feelings for me.”

“Yes baby. Now, I was going to wait a while longer before I used this on you, but I think today is the perfect day for us to try it out. You clearly need a reminder that you matter to me all day long, so I’m going to give you one.”

I felt something slick and warm drip down my ass. Then I felt his fingers. He was rubbing lube along my ass and into my hole. His fingers probed and I squirmed which caused my clit to run against the arm of the chair.

“You love it when I play with your ass now, don’t you? Remember when you were so scared of even trying?”

I just moaned.

After a few minutes, I felt something hard and cool press against my asshole. I knew it was a plug, we’d used them before. Never a metal one though. And this one was larger than the other ones we’d used.

I tensed. He just stroked my back and teased my pussy as he worked the hard object into me. I gasped when it popped into place.

“You’re going to wear this all day at work and until I get home tonight. It’s not to come out until I take it out. Do you understand?”

“But I’ll be at work. What if someone notices? How can I walk with it in?”

Ignoring my questions, he asked again, “Do you understand?”

“Yes sir.”

“That’s my angel. Now, I want you to stay here and play with your pussy until the timer in the kitchen goes off. Don’t cum. I’m leaving for my meeting. Don’t disappoint me again today.”

With that, he leaned over and kissed me goodbye. He gave me one more swat on the ass with his hand as he left for work.

Sharing with Sarah

This is final of 3 stories about Sarah

We go back to the condo and get ready for bed. As we get ready, she shares the bathroom as I brush my teeth and remove makeup.

You told me to go lie back on the bed and relax while Sarah finishes. I can't.

She walked in. She kissed me softly on the lips. My eyes follow as she crosses the room. She goes to the closet and brings out a bag. 

 It's her bag of toys. Her eyes twinkle. You grin. You know how nervous I still am about all of this. The first thing she pulls out is wrist cuffs. She walks to the bed. You tell me to give her my arms. She puts them on me and ties my hands to the bed. Then she pulls out a spreader bar. You nod. She pulls my ankles up and ties them to my wrists. 

I feel so exposed. I watch you watching. Sarah leans between my legs and plays with my clit. She licks. Bites. I close my eyes. Her mouth feels different than yours. You tell her to stop. 

She does and moves over so you can lick my pussy. I feel your fingers probing. You lubed my ass and put the medium plug in. 

You tell her to feel my pussy. I'm embarrassed. It's so wet. Then you tell her, "watch what happens when I do this."

You get the flogger and start hitting my pussy. You alternate between licking my clit and landing swats from the flogger. 

After a while you say "feel." I'm dying. I know I'm dripping. 

Then Sarah surprises me. She reached up and untied one of my hands.  "Now, you feel me!" I reach timidly to feel her pussy. Sarah is as wet as me.  Then she kissed me on the cheek and flips over and gets in my favorite position. 

She looks back at you and says "do it and don't stop." You smile. You hit her with the same intensity as you did me. But you don't stop. Then you hit her harder. She likes it. "Show her," Sarah said. "I want her to know it's ok to play."

Sarah's ass is red. Stripes from the flogger mark her pale cheeks. But she's smiling.

You undo my hands and feet and I tell me to lay on my stomach. You drizzled oil on my back.  She's sitting on her knees beside me.  You told her how much I enjoy being rubbed. You worked on my back and shoulders. After a few minutes you asked Sarah if she'd like to help. She moved lower and started with my feet and legs. It was like being touched all over. After a while you rolled over and stretched out between us. I straddled your thigh. You can feel how wet I am. You reached for her. She kisses me deeply. I feel your fingers dig into my ass. I reach for your cock, stroking you between us. She leaves kisses down my neck. She plays with my nipples. You don't take your eyes off mine.  

I pull back and take her hand. I wrap it around your cock and wrap mine around hers. I let her stroke you with me. I swear I heard the word fuck come out of your mouth. I take my hand away. She stops. I tell her to keep stroking. It's ok. I move back between your legs. You feel my mouth on your balls. My tongue teasing you. I wrap my mouth around you. Her hand holding you. My mouth sucking you. I swear you are rock hard. I know she wants to taste you but I'm not ready to share you that way. 

We keep this up until you fill my mouth with cum. I swallow you. My mouth is all over her fingers too. After you quit, I run my tongue across you stealing one last drop of cum. I pull her head to me and give her a taste of you the only way I'm willing to share. A deep open mouth kiss. Our tongues dance. She makes a small sound. I know she tastes you.

Learning Sarah

Part 2 of a 3 part series


So Sarah and I text for a couple of weeks and find that we have a lot in common. However, I still don’t know that I’m going to be able to play. I’m still worried about how I feel about you and her touching and playing. I know you but I don’t know her.

We agree to meet for lunch. We pick a little cafe with outdoor seating. Nice out for lunch. She was already there when I arrived. She greets me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. We sit next to each other, not across.

She compliments my sundress. And I return the favor. Small talk. We order. We sip on a glass of moscato while we wait for our meal.

As we talk her hand brushes mine occasionally. Or her leg brushes against mine. We talk about our jobs. Our lives. Everything but what brought us together. She knows my hesitation.

Conversation flows freely. It’s not entirely awkward. But it’s not easy either. After our salads she says, “Let me ease your mind. I’m not after him. I just want to play. We can play this however you are comfortable with. I like you too. I can make you feel so good if you’ll let me.”

I turn about 20 shades of red. I can feel the heat coming off my cheeks and chest.

She wants to know why I’m blushing. I take a big swallow from the glass and set back in my chair. Her eyes haven’t left mine.

“I wish I could read your thoughts,” she said. “Tell me what you are thinking.”

I finally start talking. I tell her this is because of a stupid conversation I had with you about fantasies. One I wasn’t even sure I wanted. But one I knew you did. I tell her that I’m afraid - what if you like her more. What if I can’t go through with it. What if I want her to leave. That I’ve never been with a female. That I’m not even sure what to do or if I want to do those things to her.

She leans up and puts both hands on my knees. Looks me right in the eyes and says, “let me show you how much fun it can be.”

Our food arrives and we drop back into mindless chatter. After eating, we decide to walk around and shop a little.

We go into a little boutique. They have some of the best lingerie I’ve seen in a while. We both laugh when we realize it’s a shared obsession. We dive in discussing likes and preferences.
After 30 min or so we both have an armful of things to try on. We’re laughing and talking in the dressing room.

Sarah asks “Have you tried on the bustier? I bet it looks amazing on you.”

I tell her I’m about to. I’m standing in the changing room in just my panties when she slips in the door. “Put it on and I’ll help you hook it up. I want to see you in it.”

I hold it in place and she works the lacing and hooks. Her fingers brush my skin. I feel the garters dangling down my legs. She reaches around pulling it lower on my boobs. She leans over my shoulder. I can feel her breath. I’m watching in the mirror. Her hands move down my side. She talks about the color. How the blue makes my eyes pop. Her fingers trace up my arms. She drops a kiss on my shoulder and I swear I feel a flick of her tongue.

She tells me to stand right there. She’s going to find the right hose so we can get the full picture. My mind is racing.

She comes back and plops down on the stool in my dressing room. She opens up the package and the silkiest hose with a long black seam unroll.

“Give me your foot. Prop it on my leg.” She starts rolling the hose up my leg. When she reaches my thigh I think I quit breathing. She hooks the garter. I can feel myself getting wet. Did her hand just brush across my panties? Can she tell?
“Give me the other leg,” she says.
I do as requested. I swear time quit moving.
“Turn around. Let me hook the back.”
I move back and turn around. She hooks them. First the left side. Then the right. I feel her behind me. Her hands slide up over my hips. And around my waist. I’m watching in the mirror.
As she touches she whispers. I love your curves. Imagine how I can make you feel. Your nipples are perfect for sucking and biting. Her hands move lower. I blush because I know she knows how wet I am now. She pushes my panties to the side. Her fingers brush across the lips.
“I have one…I know how to make it feel so good. I’ll show you.”
She turns me around and kisses me. 
“Get dressed. We’ve got to go.”
I start to put my dress back on and she slips out. When I walk out into the store, she’s gone. The salesgirl said my friend bought the outfit for me. But left a note because she had to go.
It says…wear that the next time we all get together. He’ll love it as much as I do.

Sarah - Part 1

This is the first of a three part adventure about a partner wishing to incorporate a third into a relationship. It walks through feelings, trepidations, excitement.... covers the whole spectrum. 

It was a beach weekend. After a day of sun and fun, we were watching at the railing as a band played at our favorite bar. She walked up and stood next to us. She leaned over and kissed me lightly on the cheek, speaking in my ear "Hi, I'm Sarah."

We'd been talking about the possibility for several weeks. I knew you had set this up. I'm a little pissed you've planned this without my ok, yet there's a little excitement too. 

I look at you. "What's going on?" 

"Do you trust me?" 

"You know I do, but I'm not ready for this." We'd had a long talk about my rules involving a third. I had a list. But there were two big ones. First, it couldn't be someone I knew or was in my work circle. Secondly, they couldn't have him. His cock was never to be in her. Call me selfish, stingy, possessive, whatever you like. 

"Just enjoy the evening. You know you don't have to do anything. Get to know her. Just let it play out. You know I've picked her especially for you. "

The night proved easier than expected. Drinks flowed. And Sarah and I did actually click on a lot of levels. More than I wanted to admit.  

We walked back to our condo. I must admit to being tipsy. We sat out on the balcony and shared another drink. You were very quiet. Attentive. Making sure our glasses were filled, but I knew you were afraid I'd bolt if the situation overwhelmed me. And I'm pretty sure you had told her the same.  She wasn't aggressive. Touching my arm lightly. Putting her hand on my leg. Grabbing my hand. Dancing close. But nothing that pushed to hard to fast. 

"Come sit with me," you said while motioning me to your lap. I walked over and sat down. You turned me so that my back was against your chest and my legs were straddling yours. You brushed my hair to the side, kissed the side of my neck and asked, "Feel like playing?"

She walked over to us. You spread your legs so she could stand inside. That forced my skirt up and I could feel the night air on my pussy. Her hands rested on my thighs as she leaned in for a kiss. It lasted forever. Her mouth on me.  Your hands squeezing my breast. It was sensory overload. 

Your hands moved lower. You started lightly rubbing my pussy. "Sarah, I told you she'd like you. You should feel how wet she is." You pressed harder, the way that felt so good on my clit. She watched. She rubbed my thighs. Lightly using her fingernails. She kissed me some more. 

Your voice broke through the lusty haze, "Ladies, let's move inside." 

I froze. 

The choice

Mark and I had been seeing each other for several months. He wasn't like any one else I had dated. Yes, he was handsome and smart. He worked long hours to ensure the success of his business. But there was something much more about him. When we talked, he actually listened. His eyes didn't drift. He didn't constantly check his phone while we shared a meal. He had expectations that took me a while to get used to.

On our first date, we arrived at the restaurant. Once he parked, I reached to open my door only to have him reach across and touch my arm and say, "Please wait. I'll be right around to help you out." I was a little taken back. I sat and waited. But it made me slightly uncomfortable.

We made our way into the quaint eatery and after we were seated I felt I asked, "Do you know how long it's been since someone opened a door for me."

"Clearly too long," he said. "You know just because a man offers a hand or opens a door doesn't mean he thinks you aren't capable. What he's showing you is that you are someone to treasure."

"I've never really thought about it," I replied. "I'm so used to taking care of things, it's never really crossed my mind."

"Women today have been made to feel it makes them weak or less important if a man shows them common courtesy," he explained. "That's not the case at all. You'll need to get used to that if we continue to date. Now tell me, what do you have a taste for? Tell me what you like, and I'll tell you some of the best dishes here. I eat here a lot."

I knew that night there was something different about Mark. From the small ways he made me feel like a princess, to the way his hand at the small of my back felt protective and possessive. Each date added new glimpses of the man.

After a few dates, he invited me to his apartment for dinner. I was so curious to see how he lived; What his space would feel like. I arrived 10 minutes early because I learned long ago, being right on time was actually being late. If you value people, you value their time.

He greeted me, and welcomed me inside. Hardwood and leather gave the space a warm feeling. It was very classic and manly. It suited him.

"Nice place," I said. "It feels like you."

"How's that?"

"Solid, classic, warm. Yet with a few surprises, like that picture over there." I pointed to a large black and white canvas that hung above the couch. It was a photo of outstretched hands. They looked like they were reaching out to you.

"Do you like it," he asked?

I walked toward the image to get a closer look. "It somehow very sexy, yet not over stated. Yes, I like it."

I hadn't realized he'd moved right behind me until I felt his hand on my arm. Then I felt his other hand brush hair away from my neck and as he leaned in to place a kiss on the exposed skin, he said, "It's not anywhere near as sexy as you."

I loved the feel of his mouth. His kisses made me melt. I could feel my whole body melt into him.
I was hoping tonight I'd get more of him. I wanted to see and feel him. Get skin to skin with him.

I got my wish, kinda. After dinner, we were having a night cap on the couch. The kisses got deeper. His hands twisted in my hair. He had a way of making me feel consumed. I could feel his cock pressing against me through his trousers. I reached to touch him through the fabric. His hand caught mine, "Not yet," he said. "It's to early for that."

"Stand up'" he said.

I looked at him, but did as he asked. He leaned back into the couch and spread his legs. He reached a hand out to me and guided me between his thighs. "I want to see you," he said.

My checks flamed. I know they had to be eight shades of red. Was he serious, and see what? He was watching me. I know I'm transparent with my emotions. They are written plainly across my face.

"You're beautiful. Show me you."

I stood there as he clasped his hands behind his head. His eyes never moved from me. It was so intense. I'd never felt like this. On display. Wanted. Someone patiently waiting on me. It was hot. It took me a few minutes to settle my mind. I slowly moved my hands to the top button of my blouse. I undid it. Then the next.

I didn't realize I wasn't breathing until I caught myself taking a large shakes breath.

"Don't stop. I can't wait to see what's underneath that shirt."

His words made me a little bolder. But I couldn't bring myself to make eye contact. It was still so intense.  As I worked my way down all six buttons, I swear the room heard up. I could feel myself getting slick between my thighs. I swear I hadn't been this turned on ever.

"Don't be bashful, your body is beautiful. Show me what's waiting for me to play with. Show me where you want my touch."

I let the shirt drop to the floor and forced myself to look at him. He blue eyes were almost black. I could feel the desire in his gaze. I kept my eyes on him as I reached for the zipper on my skirt. I heard every tick of that zipper as I worked it down. I pushed the fabric over my hips and it fell the rest of the way to the floor. I kicked it out from around my feet and just stood there.

There I was- thank goodness I had worn good lingerie! Just the black lace covered me from being totally exposed, yet somehow I felt totally naked.

"Turn for me."

Somehow my feet moved even though my mind was screaming "seriously." I felt myself turning. I knew he was watching every move. When my back was to him, he reached up and out his hands on my hips and pulled me back to him. I was sitting in his lap. I could feel his cock under my ass. I could feel his breath on my back. One arm wrapped around my waist and the other was moving over my body. Roaming across my breasts. Down to my stomach. Reaching for my drenched pussy. As his hand moved closer, I started to close my legs.

"Why are you closing yourself off to me? Don't you want me to touch you?"

I couldn't speak. I knew how wet I was. My panties were soaked. What would he think?

"I'm going to need you to answer."

I nodded my head yes.

"You have to tell me."

I took a deep breath. "Yes," I said quietly.

"Lean all the way back against me. Yes. Just like that. Now drape your right leg over mine. Now do the left. Don't you know how fucking hot it is to know your pussy is dripping for me? Don't ever keep that from me."

He was talking quietly right next to my ear. His hand slipped between my legs. He was stroking me through my panties. I couldn't remember a time that I'd been so turned on. His fingers slipped under the lace and slid up and down my lips. There was no hiding the extent of my arousal. He continued tormenting me until I was squirming in his lap, trying to fuck his fingers.


His arm around my waist had me pinned against him. I wanted to touch him to. It was frustrating.

He moved at such a slow pace. His voice a constant in my ear. "You're beautiful. You feel so good. I want to touch you everywhere. I love how your thighs quiver when I stroke your clit. You're so tight, your pussy just sucks my fingers in."

His words were hot and naughty and made me feel like I was on fire for him. I wanted more.

He pushed up to the edge of the couch and told me to stand up.

He stood with me and he moved me where I was in front of him. "I want more of you," he said. Then he kinda pushed my back on the couch. I laughed as I realized I was on my back and he was between my legs.

He ran his tongue down the center of my panties and the laughter died as I saw the look on his face. Fucking intense. I felt like he'd devour me if he could.

He hooked his fingers in my panties and yanked them down over my hips. Then the world slipped away when he settled his mouth on my bare pussy. He licked, flicked, sucked and drove me wild. When his fingers found their way inside me, my hips bucked trying to get him deeper.  He'd get me right to the edge and then pull back. Over and over, he was driving me crazy. I kept reaching for him. I wanted to touch him. Taste him. But he stayed just out of reach.

"What? You want some of this?" He was smiling as he started undoing his tie. I'm pretty sure I actually licked my lips in anticipation of his naked skin.

He dropped the tie on the coffee table and started on the buttons of his shirt, I swear the man had the patience of saints. If it had been up to me, he'd need a new shirt because those buttons would be all over the floor.

"I love your eyes on me," he said. "I can see how much you want me." I pushed up so that I could touch him. My hands slid over his skin. I dropped kisses on his stomach and reached for his belt.

Before I could get it loose, he had picked up his tie and was wrapping it around my wrists. I think I moaned in frustration. "Now lean back like s good girl and put your hands over your head."

"I want to touch you." I'm pretty sure I almost whined.

"Not yet," he said with a smile. "I'm just getting started with you."

He spent the next few hours coaxing me to the brink of orgasm; sometimes allowing me to actually climax, sometimes making me practically beg for that release. He was maddeningly patient. When he finally bent me over the arm of couch and slid his rock hard cock deep inside me, I wasn't sure I could take much more. I felt consumed. His body draping mine. His cock pounding. I could feel his balls slapping against me. I swear I heard him almost growl. He was rough. The sex was raw. I'd never felt such intensity. He reached around and pinched my clit and I came almost instantly. My pussy squeezing and rippling around his shaft sent him over the edge.

He stayed that way, draped over my back, whispering soft words. Slowly our breathing settled. He stood and moved back to the front of the couch. Pulling me down beside him. He grabbed a blanket and covered us, then wrapped his arms around me.

We kept dating. Over the next few months, we grew closer. The sex was amazing. He was constantly surprising me in bed. Cuffs. Toys. I never knew what he would throw out next. He had such an intensity about him. I felt myself wanting to give more and more.

Then one night after dinner, he laid it all out for me.

"Come sit with me," he said.

As I settled in next to him, he pulled me close and kissed me. A slow, lingering kiss.

"Let's talk," he said. "I think we have something special between us. But there's some things we need to talk about if we're going farther. I don't expect you to answer tonight, but I need you to think about it and then make the decision."

My mind was running 70 miles per hour. I couldn't imagine what he was about to say. I pushed back so that I could really look at him. "You need to just spit it out," I said.

"I'm sure when you stop and think about the last few months, you'll realize more and more. I have certain needs sexually. I need a woman who will submit herself to me. One who freely gives herself over to my pleasure. One who understands discipline and one who understands that I will push her to the very edge of her limits."

My face is transparent. I'm sure he could see all of the emotions and questions flashing through my mind. What the heck was he saying?

"What is it you want?" I asked.

"Nothing you aren't willing to give," he said. "You've been heading that way since our first date. You may not even be aware of it in yourself. You naturally submit to my wishes. You..."

"I'm not a push over," I interrupted. "I'm successful and capable. I've manage very well. I'm not some weak woman who is looking for a man to take care of her. If that's what you think, you've got me all wrong." I felt myself move back from him.

"No," he said. "That's not it at all. I wouldn't be interested in you if you were weak. It takes a strong woman to be able to submit sexually. I'm not talking about you being some mindless woman.  I love that you are intelligent and successful. That makes the other all the more special. I love our conversations and the fact that I can take you with me to functions and you easily interact with my associates and friends. What I'm asking is not changing that at all. I just have a very dominant side that needs feeding in the bedroom."

I sat just looking at him. I hadn't really expected this conversation. "I'm going to need to think about all of this, and I'm going to need to know more about what you expect."

"I told you I didn't expect you to decide tonight," he said. "But I am going to need you to decide. I'll be open and honest with you. Whatever questions you have - ask them. There's nothing off limits."

"So what are you? I mean are you like 50 shades of what?"

"Hell no," he fired back. "That's about the worst representation of this lifestyle I've ever seen."

"Explain it to me."

"How about I paint you a mental picture," he said. "Yes, I want you tied up. You enjoy that too. I've seen and felt how your body reacts to that. Do I want to spank you? Yes. I can just picture your ass all pink and hot after my hand has heated it up. Then I want you to imagine how sensitive your skin feels. You've already felt what it's like to have your orgasm held at bay. To make your body so sensitive you'll beg me for release. Imagine me tapping right on your clit with a crop? I think you'd explode with an orgasm like that. To have you totally dependent upon me to give you those feelings if I choose to let you have them. To know you give yourself over totally to me - that's the ultimate gift. The amount of trust you place in me. You trust me to give you exactly what you need physically and emotionally to get the most from our experiences together. That's what I'm asking."

Needless to say he gave me a lot to think about that night. And I didn't give him an answer right away. In fact, I asked a lot of questions. He sent me some links to information he felt might help. He shared thoughts and images that kept me curious and a little nervous. But he didn't push. He just kept telling me that the choice was mine.

He left for a business trip and that gave me lots of time to think. Clearly I enjoyed him. I wanted more of him. And yes, I knew that part of what attracted me to him was that aura of control that was visible in every part of his life. And yes, the sex was amazing. When I looked back at our encounters, I could clearly see he had seamlessly slipped elements of his lifestyle in most of our times together. He was always in charge. And I had freely participated. Never once did I question or feel uncomfortable. And I craved him. I never could get enough of him.

We talked most every night while he was away on his trip. I invited him to my place for a welcome home dinner the night after he returned to town. He accepted. I couldn't wait to see him.

He was to arrive at 7pm. I knew he'd be 15 minutes early. So I got busy getting everything ready when I got home from work. I slipped out of my work clothes and slipped into the perfect outfit for the evening. Lacey thigh highs. Topped off by a emerald green bustier, matching thong and a black garter. The color worked well with my complexion and auburn hair. I slipped on a pair of heels and touched up the make up. The last two piece of my outfit were sitting on my nightstand. A blindfold and cuffs. I was going to give him his answer in the most obvious way possible.

I unlocked my front door then I moved into the living room and knelt on the floor. He should be here in just a few minutes.  I slipped the blindfold over my eyes and fastened the cuffs around my wrist. As I waited on him to arrive, you couldn't begin to imagine the thoughts that ran through my mind. What if I got this all wrong? What if he'd changed his mind? What will his mouth feel like? I felt my pussy getting wet with anticipation. Crazy the effect this man had on me.

He knocked. And I said come in. I heard the door open. I knew he had walked in. He didn't say anything. Now I was worried. He wasn't coming closer. He wasn't speaking. I couldn't breath. I had expected him to say something.

Then I felt him. Well his presence next to me anyway. He still hadn't touched me. "You look lovely tonight. To what do I owe this very beautiful treat?"

I took a deep breath and held out my arms toward where I thought he was. "I made my choice."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm sure. I made my choice."

He reached down and grabbed a handful of hair and helped me to my feet. He kissed me deeply. Then he took me by the hand and I started following him. "Well, let's give you a proper invitation into my world. I promise, I'll give you more than you ever dreamed possible. Hang on baby, you're in for one hell of a ride."