Now that I have recovered a little, I thought I would let you know how my weekend went.
I started off shopping at this neat little place I found near AP’s house (as my usual haunt was closed for some unknown reason). I googled lingerie and toys, and this is where I wound up. I was a little hesitant at first, but it turned out to be a great find.
As soon as I walked in the door the girl working informed me that everything was on sale. CHA-CHING! I love a sale! And, as if the sale wasn’t enough to make me stay, I took one look around and realized I loved the selection of lingerie there – I was sold!
I spent about an hour browsing and this is what I ended up with (I picked this one because AP asked for white lingerie. I have never bought white lingerie in my entire blooming life! I am more of a black knickers gal. But I digress…):
I didn’t get the black thigh highs, though. I chose white ones instead. I did get some black ones, also, but those will have to wait till another day to be put to good use.
I also managed to get a few more things from my list, and when I was done I hurried over to AP’s house. I was dying to show him my “finds,” but he insisted that we wait until after dinner. (He really knows how to make me insane! LOL)
Anyway, after we fulfilled a few of our social obligations, and it was time to get ready to go out one last time, he went to get in the shower. Well, I am not a patient woman, so I took matters in my own hands while he was washing up and donned my new ensemble. When he stepped out of the shower, there I was – dressed to thrill.
Let me tell you something – this man has amazing will power. I knew (mind you, I could see) that my cute little outfit was doing what it was supposed to do, but AP still informed me that if he could wait then I could wait. I tried everything I could think of to bend him to my will, and I almost succeeded. Almost.
I led him to a chair where I proceeded to remove his towel, leaving him stark naked and vulnerable. I kissed and stroked and sucked until I had him just like I wanted him. He was mine – so I thought. But, just as I was about to move in for the kill he pulled me close, kissed me deeply and slapped me on the ass – then he informed me that we were going to be late so I should get ready.
What a tease! (BTW – I love the devilish look in his eye when he does this. Honestly, I think it’s the only reason he gets away with it!)
He led me to his room where he proceeded to dress (both himself and me) and then we left. We wound up at a local bar where we met up with our group of friends. It was useless though. All I could think about was getting back to his place to finish what we had started. And, as if that wasn’t bad enough, every time I would start to have a conversation with someone, or start to relax just the slightest bit, AP would walk up behind me and whisper in my ear all the things he was going to do to me when we got home.
Needless to say, by the time we did make it home hours later, I was a wet, randy mess. And I loved every minute of it.
It didn’t take very long after we made it through the door to be back in our original positions. AP has a thing for thigh highs (although, really, what man doesn’t? LOL) so we left those on all evening. It was honestly the first time I have ever spent an entire tryst in any sort of clothing, and something about it was extremely hot. I love the feel of his hands running up my thighs with that “buffer” there. I couldn’t get enough of that silky feeling when my legs wrapped around his back or his shoulders. Truthfully, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since.
I know, I know – get to the details, right? Well guys, I have to apologize here. While I am great at the making of the story, I clam up a little at the retelling. But don’t fret. I discussed this with AP (who wooed me by writing me steamy erotic stories every night for months), and he (I think- I hope) is going to tell the story for me. And trust me, you will never get juicier details than you will from this man. His way with words is almost as good as his way with his tongue. And that is saying a lot.
And, yes, I did remember to take the camera – and AP was kind enough to help me take pictures to document the entire experience. When he tells his side of the story, I promise I will add a few illustrations, if you promise to forgive my shyness. Deal?
