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More to comeJoanne closed the door behind her and kicked her shoes in the general direction of the rack tucked away in the corner of the porch. Junk mail littered the floor, she scooped it up and set it on the counter in the kitchen of her ground floor apartment. It wasn’t massive, but for her salary it was pretty good. It suited her for the time being – two bedrooms, so she could have visitors, when she wanted them of course. She hadn’t spent all that time and effort at University to return home and be shackled to Mum and Dad, once a month or so was plenty of contact for her now. It was five thirty; Steve was picking her up at seven for dinner. This was the third date, so far he’d been the perfect gentleman, and tonight she was going to reward his patience. But just to reinforce the hold she had over him, she ‘d already planned what she was going to wear that evening to really tease him and get him begging. She wasn’t going to give it to him on a plate, he’d have to work for it, even though it was in the bag. Steve was worth the wait for her as well though, or at least she presumed. He was tall, around six feet, broad but not in an unnatural bodybuilders kind of way, more rugged and stocky like a rugby player rather than chiselled and honed. But the way he felt when he held her for a kiss goodnight at the end of the other two dates certainly gave away his firm physique hiding under the casual shirts he wore. Joanne smiled to herself as she remembered the other give away as to his feelings and intentions to her at the end of the last date. He wasn’t exactly shy about the bulge in his crotch as they kissed, and by the feel of it, he certainly had no need to be ashamed either. She stripped and stepped into the shower, the drudge of the day stuck in the office flowed away down the plughole, and she allowed herself a few distracted moments just letting the water flow over her body. She lathered some shampoo into her hair, she imagined it was Steve’s hands working their way through her long brunette tresses and decided to run with the fantasy. His hands soon started making the journey from her head down her body, tingles arcing their way across her torso, as he made contact with the nape of her neck, the delightful tightrope of exquisite pleasure, and abject, primal fear as his hands circled her throat and then tilted her chin back. Like a vampire, he caressed her throat almost as if trying to find her soul, and with it came the first pulse of lust deep within her groin. He enveloped her in those strong, masculine arms and pulled her into him. Now she could feel his erect, naked cock pressing firm against the small of her back. She would have that later, but for now his hands were making their way around her breasts. She began to sink lower into the shower as he cupped her full, firm breasts, her nipples responding and mimicking his erection behind her. She moaned out audibly and gave in to her own desires. The fantasy shattered around her as her hand moved over her pussy and her fingers went straight to her now swollen clitoris. She collapsed on the floor and let her legs fall open wide, she was a slut to an unseen audience and she revelled in the feeling. There was no finesse in what she was doing, she wanted the lust in her belly satisfied, if only for the time being. She frigged away at her clit and before long she felt the familiar release of orgasm as her thighs clamped around her hand almost sucking her fist deep into her vagina. She sat motionless under the shower as she regained her breath and composure. That would suffice for now, but the main course would come later. Once finished and dried, Joanne opened her wardrobe, she had lots of options, but sending the right message was paramount. She wanted him tonight, but definitely on her terms, and that meant control. And what better way to control her man than have him eating out of the palm of her hand. Steve was definitely a breast man, that was apparent to her on the first day they had met when she happened to walk past his office. He was new and had been making changes to the layout. Having caught sight of him bending over moving some boxes she couldn’t help but stick her head around the door and introduce herself. She wasn’t sure at the time whether he was flushed and red from the office move or whether it was the low cut top she had on. But after half an hour and a complete office makeover she knew for sure, he’d virtually spent most of the time looking at her cleavage when he thought she wasn’t looking. Nothing happened after that for a few months, just general chat in the corridor with him going bright red whenever she decided to tease him by wearing something revealing. Right from the start she’d had a stranglehold over him and now it was time to reap the rewards of her efforts. Her hands danced along the tops of the clothes and settled on what she thought would do the job for the night. She normally kept the black bodice for clubbing, but with the right jacket to go over it, it looked the part, not too slutty but definitely revealing enough to get his blood racing. Her more than ample bosom filled it nicely and would certainly turn heads in a restaurant. afyon escort Except his, she wanted his head facing her all night. She pulled the laces tight and repositioned her boobs, she didn’t want to show too much cleavage or flesh, enough to entice but not to offend. With the top half sorted she pondered a while; skirt or jeans? He’d said it was a nice restaurant, but in this day and age even the better restaurants accepted jeans. But in the end she opted for what she thought would be a safe bet. Men are predictable creatures after all, so it would be a long black skirt with a split up the front. It was ankle length, but the split afforded enough opportunity to reveal a pair of heels and some well chosen stockings. Well, if he played it cool and got that far she may as well give him a present worth unwrapping. Joanne sat in front of her mirror and rolled on the stockings, it had been a while since she’d done it with any purpose and she lingered over the feel of the nylon as it grasped her skin. She chose lace top hold ups, a suspender belt would have been nice, but the fabric of the skirt was very thin and would have given the secret away to the keen eye of her date, and besides, she’d need something else in reserve if things went the distance, there was no point in giving him everything she had tonight. She crossed and uncrossed her legs making sure that the split in her skirt gave away the tops of her stockings and no more, being tempting was one thing, getting thrown out of the restaurant for indecency was something entirely different. Joanne took her time over her hair and make up, the usual morning routine never allowed for pampering, so she savoured the experience and played in front of the mirror like an adolescent trying out make up for the first time. She decided to go with the vamp look and went for ruby lip gloss. She pouted from underneath her dark locks and giggled to herself, he would be tying himself up in knots after five minutes of the treatment she was going to give him at the table. She’d been on the shelf too long, it was time someone took her off and gave her a good dusting. It was six thirty, she slid into her sexiest pair of heels, checked her look one last time and gave herself a wink. She went through to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of red, as he was driving it seemed a shame to waste the opportunity of enjoying a drink beforehand to start the evening the way she meant to carry on. She pulled the curtains aside, the street was empty apart from the usual cars in their usual spots so she sat down and waited. Her skirt fell open and revealed her stockings, as she sipped the wine her mind wandered back to the shower and thoughts of what might come later. She played with the lace around her thighs, feeling the sheen of the nylon against her hands, she closed her eyes. Her hand moved over the silk panties she was wearing, the lightest brush against her mound was enough to stop her breath. A quick glance at the clock told her she had a few minutes left before Steve would be there. She pulled the material to one side and slowly peeled herself apart. Her lips were moist and without a second thought she slid one, then two fingers deep into herself. She drained the wine quickly and slid it onto the coffee table next to her, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this aroused and she made her mind up there and then that Steve was going to have the time of his life tonight, whether he wanted it or not. She frigged faster and faster, her legs splayed wide across both arms of the chair, she was going to cum again right there in the living room and to hell with the mess she may make. She rubbed her clitoris as hard as she could, the swollen bud exposed and vulnerable, nearly glowed with the heat of her passion. She threw her head back and imagined Steve on his knees worshipping at the altar of her sex, his tongue deep inside as he brought her to orgasm. Her breathing quickened, her pulse raced, her hand was wet with her lust as she once more brought herself to a shuddering climax. Once again, her hand was clamped by a vice like grip as her thighs closed around it. Her cheeks were flush and she felt more than a little warm, the wine too had taken hold in her brain and she drifted for a while in the aftermath of her orgasm. The doorbell brought her back to reality,‘Shit!’ she said under her breath, she stood up and realised she was soaking, the neat line of pubic hair above her pussy glistened with her own juice, her pants were sodden. She took a deep breath and focussed,‘Stay Calm Jo, stay calm, you’re fucking red enough as it is without adding to it’. The horrible truth dawned on her, she’d toyed with the idea while she was dressing anyway; but the situation forced her hand, she pulled her soaking silk pants down and hooked them over her ankles. ‘Coming’ she shouted, there was a muffled OK from the other side of the door as she ran past into the bathroom, with a deft flick, the flimsy panties arced into the linen basket. She pulled herself together in front of the mirror and took a deep breath. Thank god Steve hadn’t witnessed that she thought. Well he hadn’t, so escort afyon she was good to go, dignity intact, just.‘Hi Jo’, Steve held a bouquet of flowers out for her as the door opened, ‘ you said you miss someone buying you flowers’. Joanne blushed, lucky really, it helped cover the warm glow she had on her cheeks from the self inflicted debauchery she’d just indulged in.‘Thank you, they’re gorgeous’ she stepped aside and Steve came in, ‘just give me a min, I’ll pop them in the sink until I get back later’. She skipped off to the kitchen, ordinarily she would have been put off by the sensation of a mans eyes burning into her as she walked off, but tonight was different, she wanted those eyes to pierce the very fabric of her clothes, for him to see her in all her naked glory. In a few short hours she would let them. But for now, this tall, rugged man was going to buy her dinner and earn his supper. The flowers were a good start though.‘Thank you’ said Joanne, she stepped into the car and Steve closed the door behind her. As he walked round to the drivers side she suddenly realised something was on show that shouldn’t have been, before he slid into the car, Joanne pulled her skirt together and strategically placed her handbag across her lap. She wasn’t going to show him the goods too early.‘You look gorgeous’‘Thanks, nice shirt, you scrub up pretty well yourself’‘And er, does that skirt have another part to it or are you deliberately trying to give me a heart attack?’‘I left the other part at home, if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you see it some time’‘I’ll do my best then, hope you like Italian’‘Ooh yes, a nice plate of messy Bolognese and a bottle of Chianti, not forgetting a Tiramisu to finish things off of course’‘Of course’.Joanne tried hard to peel her eyes off Steve’s torso as he drove to the restaurant, but the way his arms flexed in his shirt as he steered made her weak; strong yet a perfect gentleman. She clutched her bag on her lap tighter as she felt a pang of desire shoot through her groin. She stared ahead at the road instead, reminding herself that she wasn’t wearing any underwear and she’d already come close to embarrassing herself once this evening. They made small talk all the way to the restaurant, the air was charged with sexual tension. As soon as they sat down, Joanne began her evening of tease. She threw coy out of the window and made sure Steve knew what he would be getting if he went along with her game and behaved himself. Throughout the meal she toyed with his leg under the table, pouted and flicked her hair. If there was a way to make spaghetti any sexier she didn’t know how, every strand was sucked back with a satisfying pop between her puckered lips. Steve struggled to keep his composure, getting hotter and hotter under the collar as Joanne led him along like the Pied Piper, even standing halfway through the meal to go to the toilet and deliberately exposing the tops of her stockings. Her pussy tingled with the anticipation of a good fucking and she knew better than teasing too much, at some point she would have to put up or shut up. At the back of her mind she knew that despite all the flirting and prick teasing, Steve was too good a prospect to lose. He was sexy, sure, but he was equally intelligent, funny and so far seemed a genuine, caring man. It was time.‘Would you like one for the road?’ she asked,‘I’m driving, but if you want one I don’t mind, I’ll have a coffee’‘Shame really, it’d be nice for you to have a drink’, Joanne slid her leather clad toe up Steve’s leg,‘Perhaps you can drive next time’‘Perhaps’ Joanne pressed the point of the stiletto into his groin, ‘or perhaps you can leave the car somewhere else tonight’. Joanne twisted the ball of her foot over Steve’s groin, a noticeable bulge was developing and he shifted in his seat,‘And where do you suggest I leave it? Restaurant car parks aren’t exactly the safest places you know’.Joanne leaned in closer to Steve and resting her elbows on the table, pushed her already bulging cleavage out and up to him,‘You should park it on a nice, safe drive somewhere, if you wanted to of course’, Joanne smiled and leaned back into her seat, her foot resumed its massage of Steve’s groin.‘Any suggestions then?’‘Well, I do know somewhere where there’s a free spot, not too far from here either’.Steve smiled, stood and walked to the bar to pay. He returned and offered her his hand,‘Shall we?’ Joanne took his hand and followed him to the car. This time as she sat back in her seat, she didn’t care whether or not her skirt fell open or not, if Steve got an eyeful on the way home then so be it, she had a great figure and was proud to flaunt it. The drive back to her house went by very quickly, both sat in silence for the journey, there was no need to speak anymore. Consent was mutual and understood. Steve pulled the car onto the shared parking area outside Joanne’s flat. Once inside, Steve shut the door and almost in an instant he was at Joanne’s mercy.‘Bedroom’ she commanded, pulling him by the belt toward the open door at the end of the hallway. Steve did as ordered and followed her until he got to the door,‘Don’t you want to freshen afyon escort bayan up a bit or anything first?’ he said,‘We can shower later, you’re going to need it after I’ve finished with you, now get your clothes off, in case you hadn’t noticed I’m as horny as fuck’. Steve didn’t need telling twice and quickly abandoned his clothes at the side of the bed. Joanne stood and admired his naked body fully for the first time. It had been worth the wait. He was muscular, not too lean though, but it was evident he kept himself in reasonable shape. She hoped to find out just how much stamina he actually had. Still fully dressed, she walked to him, wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into her. Their mouths met and tongues began to explore. Without hesitation, Joanne reached down and wrapped her hand around his hard cock. Steve was clearly as excited as she was, a drip of pre-cum met her fingers as she slowly wanked him. ‘Oh god, you’re so fucking sexy Jo’ Steve pulled away and slipped her jacket over her shoulders, Joanne let the jacket fall to the floor but then pushed Steve away,‘Now now, only good boys get to play, you have to sit there, you can look, but not touch, and that includes yourself’. Steve did as he was told and sat on the edge of the bed, his cock bobbing around as he waited. Joanne stood in front of him, tantalisingly close to him, within touching distance. She reached down and took the hem of her skirt at knee level and slowly pulled it up toward her waist. Steve watched on in silence as more and more of the sheer stockings he’d watched all night slowly came into view. She stopped when she reached the lacy tops, Steve hadn’t yet seen the fact that she was without underwear, so she lingered, all the time never taking her eyes from his. He was totally under her spell, and the power she felt made her even hornier than she thought she could ever be. Her heart raced, she wanted him right now, but she resisted the temptation and carried on with the game, hooking a finger under the elastic of the stocking top. The look on Steve’s face told her it was time to carry on, he was near bursting point. She carried on lifting the hem of her skirt until a gasp from Steve told her that her bare, shaven pussy was in view,‘You dirty bitch’ he said, Joanne giggled, ‘you kept that secret, good job though, if I’d have known you weren’t wearing any knickers I’d have had you in the fucking restaurant!’. Joanne reached round and unzipped the skirt and popped the button open, she let the skirt fall to the floor. Steve’s eyes lit up at the sight before him and his pulsing cock let out a little dribble of fluid. ‘My my, someone’s excited aren’t they?’ she said. Steve said nothing, just gaped open jawed at Joanne’s pussy. ‘It’s rude to stare you know’ she said mockingly, ‘and I do have other areas you may be interested in’. She played with the ends of the laces on her bodice, slowly pulling on them until the fabric gave way under the force of her breasts. She licked her lips and carried on pulling the bodice apart revealing more and more cleavage, until eventually it was so loose it just slipped down and over her hips. Her full, firm breasts bounced invitingly in front of Steve and he groaned in anticipation. Joanne scooped up her left breast and slowly teased the nipple with her tongue, her right hand moved to her pussy and started playing with her clit. She surprised herself, in the past she had been too reserved to be this open with someone, but tonight she had found a new liberation. She openly masturbated in front of Steve, she was enjoying every second of it. He relented to the pressure and began stroking his cock. Seeing his hand moving up and down his shaft like a blur sent her over the edge and deciding that he’d been good for long enough, she pushed him back on the bed, bent over and took his cock in her mouth. Steve threw his head back on the bed as Joanne sucked his cock back in to her throat, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d done this but she was hell bent on making up for lost time. Steve’s hips were beginning to thrust a little too fast for Joanne’s comfort, not wanting him to cum too quickly, she decided to take his mind off things at his end a little. Just like the spaghetti earlier, she slurped back his cock one last time and then climbed on to the bed, span around and straddled Steve, needing no prompting, he grabbed her by the thighs and pulled her pussy down to his eager mouth. His tongue went straight to her bud and she moaned as though hit by a jolt of electricity. Joanne savoured the sensation as Steve parted her lips and probed her pussy, she rocked back and forth against his prodding. She squealed in delight as for the third time that night her body shook with orgasm and she came once more. Steve’s mouth flooded with her liquid as she buckled and collapsed onto him. ‘You never said you were a squirter Jo’ Steve laughed,‘It’s not the sort of thing you mention over the photocopier really is it!’‘Guess not, anyway, where was I’, Steve pulled her back to his mouth and resumed licking Joanne. She reciprocated and took his cock into her mouth. With all formalities dropped she didn’t care anymore and slurped on his tumescent head as though her life depended on it. She was lost in the moment, totally oblivious to everything around her, the last couple of years had been barren and lonely, tonight alone was making up for it.

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