Part one.
She’d been nervous all day, she knew she could still back out but every-time she thought they way something inside her made her think again. Maybe, she’d always been this late. As she walked to her car she saw the faces of the ‘normal’ people walking back to their lives. Their evenings in with tea and tv. The singletons with their shopping bags full of wine to let the night slip away soporific second by second.
As she drove home she heard her phone buzz. Stooping at traffic lights she checked it, a simple message ‘I’m good to do this 😈- are you????’ The question marks a challenge. She wriggled in her seat and headed home. As she parked, she picked up her phone ‘Yes !’. She was so wet now, and he had a long drive, she could still back out, she probably would she told herself, but didn’t believe it….
When she was inside she went straight to her bedroom. The lingerie set was laid out on the bed where she had left it. A message from her morning self to the night self that she needed this. She picked up her phone. Only one message, will leave in an hour. She did the calculation. That meant that he wouldn’t be here until 11:30 at the earliest. She picked up the phone to cancel, but then saw the outfit. She wanted to wear it. Wanted to be fucked. She’d spent too long listening to her mind and what was ‘good’ rather than her pussy and she could feel now that her pussy needed to win this time.
She stripped off her work clothes and headed for a bath. Knowing that when she came back to the bedroom she’d get ready for a man old enough to be her daddy to have his hands all over her.
The bath felt long, but as she dried herself and moisturised she realised he couldn’t arrive quick enough. Her nerves were in her stomach. Butterflies. Should she back out? She was nervous, yes but she was always excited. Nervocited, yes that’s what she was. She picked up her phone and sent the message ‘nervocited’ what was the point of being cool when she was so wet.
Back on the bedroom she looked at the lingerie set, nude lace in colour, black straps. She felt good in it. As she started to put it on she realised that this was it, she made herself a pact that once it was on there was no going back, she picked up the lacy crotchless panties, pulled them on and then sitting on the edge of her bed put on her boots, she felt like a slut, she felt like she was alive. She ran her hands over her boobs, the ones that boys and men ogled every day. If only they knew that tonight she’d offer them, her bum, her mouth, her pussy to this man, this older man who they’d be shocked to think was going to fuck her. She knew that she couldn’t wait. Her hand between her legs she gently played with her clit. Like an electric shock through her system she knew that she couldn’t turn back. She ran her hands over her bum, she had always been self conscious about her bum, but here now, she was proud of it. She wanted it stroked, slapped. ‘God’ she thought ‘why does time go so slowly?’
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