He couldn’t believe his luck; here he was walking, well stumbling, home arm in arm after a great night out with her and things had gone superbly from that morning. He had decided early on to chance his arm to see how she wanted to play along and had text her that morning with a choice.
‘This evening when you arrive at mine you will be wearing either a little black dress, no bra, sheer black hold ups and a nice lacy pair of black panties or a tight pencil skirt to just above the knee and split at the back to mid thigh, black stockings and suspenders with no panties, a black lace bra under a white, tight blouse. For footwear I will expect to see either bright red high heels or the patent black high heel boots.’
Her reply had been immediate and to the point, ‘Hmmmm, Yes’
Realising they were on the home stretch he unlocked arms and slid his hand inside her coat, he teased her back as she leaned into him, gently easing up the fabric of the dress as his hand caressed lower. Chasing the delicious curve of her ass, smiling wryly to himself as he thought ahead, he eased the fabric up a little more and slowly slid his questing fingers along the lacy outline of her knickers to simply cup her from behind; she gave a slight shimmy of her hips as she leaned further into him and that allowed his fingertips to press lightly against the slightly swelling labia of her pussy, rocking against her as they walked home to her quickening breaths.
As they stepped over the threshold he takes her coat, slipping it over her shoulders as she faces him, sliding it down her arms till he uses it to lock them to her sides as he leans in for that first kiss. He pushes her back against the wall and the kiss starts slow, a touching of lips, a tilt of the head and a quick dart of tongue to taste that first fresh hint of the unknown; he breathes her in, the scent of her intoxicating and the passion mounts, mouths open wider and tongues reach out to explore, questing, yearning to taste each other deeper and harder. She arcs back from the wall slightly, forcing her arms back and thrusting her bosom forward as she feels his knee slip between her legs to slightly part them.
He withdraws his attentions from her mouth, the kiss ended with a slight moan of disappointment prior to the quick purr as he begins to kiss down her neck, tracing her lines, pausing at that glorious expanse of cleavage to pay due homage to the tops of her breasts enclosed in their tight little black dress before moving back up to explore her warm eager mouth once more.
He lets the coat slip to the floor and taking her by the hand leads her to the centre of the living room where she spies the bag he had bought down just before they left that evening.
He reaches out to caress her face, tracing the line of her cheek, running a finger down across her breast and over her shoulder as he moves behind her; now his other hand joins the first, floating over her back, down over her hips, he pauses, feather-light touches across her thighs driving her to distraction through the silky feel of the hold ups.
Her breath quickens as she feels his touch across her body, not a word yet spoken between them, her pussy, moist from the slight attention walking home is now wetter and she begins to murmur under her breath, almost a purr as she slightly spreads her legs, hoping to allow him further access to her steadily throbbing sex.
A moan of disappointment escapes her lips as his hands drift upward.
She hears a slight ‘tsk’ from behind her and gives a quick intake of breath as his hand slaps down with a dull ‘thwack’ across her ass; she can feel her face reddening instantly, knowing all those times she had told him she wanted to be spanked, feeling her wet pussy reacting instantly, the juice flowing from her now engorged lips soaking into the fabric of her panties.
