MY WICKED, WANTON LIFE
PART X
“I thought I’d slip into something more comfortable to celebrate our first night together.”
I turned from the bench where I was making coffee. Fiona stood in the doorway of the bathroom wearing a sheer red nightie with tiny matching panties underneath. Pert breasts pushed against the flimsy material, and I could see that her nipples were hard and erect. I already had a hard-on as a result of our anticipated coupling, but the sight of her made my penis push even harder against the material of my pants. I took a deep breath to steady my hammering heart. “You look fantastic.” I handed her one of the mugs. “White with no sugar, is that right?”
“Thank you.” She stepped into the main room of our motel unit and took her coffee. Briefly her fingers brushed against mine, sending a shiver through my body. “Red is your favourite colour, I take it?”
“It certainly is.” Without taking my eyes from her fabulous figure, I raised my mug and sipped my drink. “How are the panties?”
“They feel kind of strange. I’ve never worn edible undergarments before.” She lowered her eyelashes, parted her red lips and slid her tongue back and forth over them.
My cock throbbed at this overtly sexual act. I longed to shove it into that sensuous mouth, but Fiona had demonstrated a naiveté concerning sex that warned me to proceed with caution. I didn’t wish to frighten her by engaging in acts her husband had forced upon her on our first night together. “I somehow don’t think you’ll have to suffer their discomfort for long.”
Six months had passed since Fiona had told me she intended leaving her husband. In that time, we’d become very close, as close as a man and woman can without having sex. We’d meet on a regular basis, always in secret, plotting the best way to dissolve her current relationship. She said she had money of her own--left to her in her father’s will--but her husband had insisted in putting it into an account to which they were joint signatories. He’d taken control of her finances when they’d married as he’d done every facet of her life. When they went out or entertained, she wore what he chose. He had a fetish for short skirts and made her take up the hemline of everything she owned. Although she had a drivers’ licence, he forbade her from driving his car unless he accompanied her. To break free of his control, she needed to transfer funds into an account of her own without him finding out. I’d told her this was risky, that he’d discover what she was doing, but she wouldn’t deviate from her plan.
Although we conducted our meetings in secluded woodlands outside town, Fiona refused to have sex with me. She said she longed to, but couldn’t be unfaithful until she’d made a clean break with her husband. Reluctantly, I accepted this, settling for passionate kisses and heavy petting sessions whenever we met in private. Aroused to the point of bursting by these encounters, I released my sexual frustrations on Sharon, hating myself once my urges were satisfied. Sharon seemed more than satisfied with the sex, although we argued more and more as her suspicions concerning another woman grew.
Bizarrely, Fiona’s husband hadn’t discovered the transfer of funds from his account, but today he’d arrived home unexpectedly from a golfing afternoon and caught her packing a suitcase in preparation for her departure. There’d been an awful scene, resulting in much shouting and threats of violence. When she refused to explain her actions he’d slapped her several times, then locked her out of the house, telling her she could only come back inside when she got down on her knees and apologised. Refusing to kowtow to his demands, she’d rung me from a neighbour’s house, and I’d hurried out to my car. Sharon had followed me, shouting questions and abuse, but I simply ignored her. I left her standing in the driveway, her mouth opening and shutting as I raced towards town. Fiona was waiting for me on the corner of her street. I’d picked her up, and we’d driven past her house just as her husband appeared on the front porch and shaken his fist at us.
Neither Fiona nor I had any belongings other than the clothes on our backs, but we were happy simply to be together. And we each had a little money tucked away in the bank. Without any thought to the partners we’d left in the lurch, we’d driven to the next town and done a little shopping. She’d asked me what I wanted her to wear in bed, and I’d suggested a shortie nightie and, feeling adventurous, matching edible undies. She’d blushed and hesitated at my recommendation, but purchased the outfit without comment. Finally, we’d selected a motel and booked a room for the night. For the first time in hours, we had a chance to catch our breath and relax.
She stared at me with a smile on her lips. “If you really want me, then finish your coffee and take me to bed before I change my mind.” Her big brown eyes travelled from my face to the bulge in my pants. “And unless I’m wrong, I’m guessing you’ve got something there that needs my urgent attention.”
“I’m not really all that thirsty.” I placed my mug on the table and waited for her next move. It seemed wise to let her dictate the pace. “But I am feeling peckish.” I grinned mischievously.
She sat her mug with mine, threw her arms around my neck and crushed me to her body. “I’ve very nervous,” she said in my ear, “but I’ve been waiting for this moment for a very long time.” She kissed me full on the lips, her tongue making inroads into my mouth. For several long minutes they intertwined like snakes mating, while our hands explored one another’s bodies with ever-growing intimacy. The only sound in the unit came from the air conditioner on the far side of the room.
Her fingers grasped my engorged cock through the material of my jeans, and I almost blew my load. Meanwhile, my hand travelled down her back and into her panties. I cupped her arse, then slid my fingers towards the slit between her legs. When they encountered wetness, I knew she was ready for me.
“I need you to be gentle with me,” she said when the kiss ended, and we came up for air. Her nails raked across the material covering my cock, making it throb. “Take it slow and show me how much you want me.”
I took her hand and led her to the bedroom.
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“I thought I’d slip into something more comfortable to celebrate our first night together.”
I turned from the bench where I was making coffee. Fiona stood in the doorway of the bathroom wearing a sheer red nightie with tiny matching panties underneath. Pert breasts pushed against the flimsy material, and I could see that her nipples were hard and erect. I already had a hard-on as a result of our anticipated coupling, but the sight of her made my penis push even harder against the material of my pants. I took a deep breath to steady my hammering heart. “You look fantastic.” I handed her one of the mugs. “White with no sugar, is that right?”
“Thank you.” She stepped into the main room of our motel unit and took her coffee. Briefly her fingers brushed against mine, sending a shiver through my body. “Red is your favourite colour, I take it?”
“It certainly is.” Without taking my eyes from her fabulous figure, I raised my mug and sipped my drink. “How are the panties?”
“They feel kind of strange. I’ve never worn edible undergarments before.” She lowered her eyelashes, parted her red lips and slid her tongue back and forth over them.
My cock throbbed at this overtly sexual act. I longed to shove it into that sensuous mouth, but Fiona had demonstrated a naiveté concerning sex that warned me to proceed with caution. I didn’t wish to frighten her by engaging in acts her husband had forced upon her on our first night together. “I somehow don’t think you’ll have to suffer their discomfort for long.”
Six months had passed since Fiona had told me she intended leaving her husband. In that time, we’d become very close, as close as a man and woman can without having sex. We’d meet on a regular basis, always in secret, plotting the best way to dissolve her current relationship. She said she had money of her own--left to her in her father’s will--but her husband had insisted in putting it into an account to which they were joint signatories. He’d taken control of her finances when they’d married as he’d done every facet of her life. When they went out or entertained, she wore what he chose. He had a fetish for short skirts and made her take up the hemline of everything she owned. Although she had a drivers’ licence, he forbade her from driving his car unless he accompanied her. To break free of his control, she needed to transfer funds into an account of her own without him finding out. I’d told her this was risky, that he’d discover what she was doing, but she wouldn’t deviate from her plan.
Although we conducted our meetings in secluded woodlands outside town, Fiona refused to have sex with me. She said she longed to, but couldn’t be unfaithful until she’d made a clean break with her husband. Reluctantly, I accepted this, settling for passionate kisses and heavy petting sessions whenever we met in private. Aroused to the point of bursting by these encounters, I released my sexual frustrations on Sharon, hating myself once my urges were satisfied. Sharon seemed more than satisfied with the sex, although we argued more and more as her suspicions concerning another woman grew.
Bizarrely, Fiona’s husband hadn’t discovered the transfer of funds from his account, but today he’d arrived home unexpectedly from a golfing afternoon and caught her packing a suitcase in preparation for her departure. There’d been an awful scene, resulting in much shouting and threats of violence. When she refused to explain her actions he’d slapped her several times, then locked her out of the house, telling her she could only come back inside when she got down on her knees and apologised. Refusing to kowtow to his demands, she’d rung me from a neighbour’s house, and I’d hurried out to my car. Sharon had followed me, shouting questions and abuse, but I simply ignored her. I left her standing in the driveway, her mouth opening and shutting as I raced towards town. Fiona was waiting for me on the corner of her street. I’d picked her up, and we’d driven past her house just as her husband appeared on the front porch and shaken his fist at us.
Neither Fiona nor I had any belongings other than the clothes on our backs, but we were happy simply to be together. And we each had a little money tucked away in the bank. Without any thought to the partners we’d left in the lurch, we’d driven to the next town and done a little shopping. She’d asked me what I wanted her to wear in bed, and I’d suggested a shortie nightie and, feeling adventurous, matching edible undies. She’d blushed and hesitated at my recommendation, but purchased the outfit without comment. Finally, we’d selected a motel and booked a room for the night. For the first time in hours, we had a chance to catch our breath and relax.
She stared at me with a smile on her lips. “If you really want me, then finish your coffee and take me to bed before I change my mind.” Her big brown eyes travelled from my face to the bulge in my pants. “And unless I’m wrong, I’m guessing you’ve got something there that needs my urgent attention.”
“I’m not really all that thirsty.” I placed my mug on the table and waited for her next move. It seemed wise to let her dictate the pace. “But I am feeling peckish.” I grinned mischievously.
She sat her mug with mine, threw her arms around my neck and crushed me to her body. “I’ve very nervous,” she said in my ear, “but I’ve been waiting for this moment for a very long time.” She kissed me full on the lips, her tongue making inroads into my mouth. For several long minutes they intertwined like snakes mating, while our hands explored one another’s bodies with ever-growing intimacy. The only sound in the unit came from the air conditioner on the far side of the room.
Her fingers grasped my engorged cock through the material of my jeans, and I almost blew my load. Meanwhile, my hand travelled down her back and into her panties. I cupped her arse, then slid my fingers towards the slit between her legs. When they encountered wetness, I knew she was ready for me.
“I need you to be gentle with me,” she said when the kiss ended, and we came up for air. Her nails raked across the material covering my cock, making it throb. “Take it slow and show me how much you want me.”
I took her hand and led her to the bedroom.
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