1 comments/ 16343 views/ 6 favorites Three Dates By: high_heels_lover My first attempt at writing something slightly longer. It starts slow but builds as I wanted to make this vaguely more realistic that just a quickie. Again, I've glossed over long conversations, partly because I don't think I'm very good at them, but also because it just seemed to slow things down unnecessarily. Introduction I walked quickly down the suburban street. Rows of almost identical small houses passed on either side, anonymous in their ubiquity, as I counted the house numbers to myself. Not wanting my eagerness to show to any passer-by, I tried to keep my pace steady as my mind wandered back over the past few days. I could hardly believe this was happening to me, yet it was true. We had first made contact through an on-line dating service. Having chatted via e-mail a few times, the e-mails had slowly got saucier and saucier with innuendo, and then obvious sexual references. We had eventually arranged to meet in-person at a local pub during the lunch hour. Public, and safe, yet quiet enough that we could talk easily without being overheard. The First Date I had arrived first, and waited near the entrance to greet her when she arrived. I can remember clearly the very second she walked through the door. Perhaps five-foot eight or nine in her high heels, wearing a plain, straight denim mini-skirt skimming the top of her thighs, bare tanned legs and brown ankle-strap sandals with four-inch high stiletto heels. Her top was a simple white cotton blouse, off-the-shoulder with a little lace trim along the elasticated top-edge, and no sign of any bra-straps showed to spoil her wonderfully bare shoulders. Her firm breasts bulged enticingly under the blouse, which was pulled low down over both shoulders to almost half-way down her upper-arms. Was she wearing a strapless bra under that blouse, or not? I couldn't tell, and thinking back, I guess that was half the point? Even now, I smile at the memory of that very subtle tease. Her subtly high-lighted brunette hair was tied loosely back in a long pony-tail, held in place by a denim scrunchy that matched her skirt, and a simple hoop of thin gold was threaded through each ear ear-lobe, large enough to almost touch her shoulders, and bang enticingly against her bare neck with each bouncing step. It was an understated sexyness that wouldn't draw too much unwanted attention on a first date, nothing that would look out of place in the late summer sun. Yet it was very apparent that she had put a lot of thought into what she would wear, what I might like, for our first meeting after those many weeks of exchanging e-mails. It was her eyes that stood out though. Pale sky-blue eye-shadow drew the attention immediately, blended up to fade away into an almost white high-light just under the brow. I couldn't look away. A slightly deeper royal-blue eye-liner had been applied thickly all around her eyes, and especially on the water-line, making her eyes seem even larger and brighter, they sparkled and glinted as she passed though a sunbeam from the windows. Several coats of matching royal-blue mascara added the final touch of glamour to that simple, yet utterly enticing image. "Eyes you could drown in" was all I could think of, even though it was an old cliché. She smiled as she approached me at the bar, her lips coated in shining frosted pale-pink lipstick. She didn't stand out from the crowd too much, yet she was very clearly the most attractive woman in the room. "You look fantastic" was all I could I could think of to say. It seemed a hopelessly inadequate compliment at her effortless beauty, but at that moment I was interrupted by the barman. I covered my sudden lack of vocabulary by ordering our drinks, and we retreated to a booth towards the back of the bar where it was quieter. When she picked up her drink, I noticed that her fingernails were painted the exact same colour as her lips, a delicate shade of frosted pink. I could feel my erection growing just as I looked at her, and was glad we were sitting down, it would have been embarrassingly obvious had we been standing up. I vaguely remember us chatting happily for the entire time allowed to us in our lunch hour, although I can hardly remember anything of what was said that first time. I was so entranced by those eyes, and that beautiful blue eye makeup, that I felt as if I was almost babbling incoherently. Whatever I said, all I knew was that she smiled a lot, lighting up her face and making me want to kiss those lipsticked lips. But I resisted the impulse. This was only our first date after all, and I didn't want to come across too strong in case I scared her off. The time passed far too quickly, and once or twice our knees had touched accidentally under the small table as we leaned close to talk. When our time was up, I led her back out to her car in the car park, enjoying the click-clicking of her stiletto heels on the concrete as she walked. I wanted to just stand back and admire that walk, but stayed as close as I dared. She stopped to get her keys out of her bag, and I leaned in to kiss her goodbye. I was very surprised when, although I was clearly aiming for her smooth cheek, at the last second she turned her head and our lips met, I tasted her lipstick. Fantastic. I tried not to show my surprise, and I held that kiss for as long as I had dared, my hands cupping her bare shoulders, before I slowly pulled away. Then, feeling bold, I leaned in again, and kissed her a second time, she responded by stepping even closer and putting her arms around my waist. It only lasted a few seconds, long enough to seem like little more than a friendly kiss to any casual observers, yet a definitely longer than was necessary. "You did fine" she had whispered, smiling up at me. "Same time tomorrow?" I must have been grinning like an idiot, but I didn't care. The Second Date Again I had arrived first, and found a spot slightly further away from the entrance, as today the bar was more crowded. She was a few minutes late, and I was just starting to get worried when the door opened and in she walked. At first I was disappointed, she was just wearing a simple grey business suit! But as she made her way through the throng towards me I took in the details, and my disappointment had turned to sheer delight by the time she reached my side. The tight pencil-skirt ended just above her knees, and was slit high up one leg. Each step she made flashed her beautiful legs, and a lace stocking-top from the sheer black stockings could just be glimpsed. The simple black patent court shoes had a full five-inch high very thin stiletto heel. As she came towards me on those fantastic high-heeled shoes, I could see that she walked without any awkwardness or difficulty despite the height and thinness of the heels. Each step was accompanied by a delicious swaying of her hips that harkened back to the days of the great movie sirens from the 1950's and 60's. On those high heels, she walked with a practiced ease and nonchalance that spoke volumes to my admiring eyes. She could happily wear even higher heels when she wanted. Her suit jacket, cut quite low at the front, fitted closely over her curves. A wide belt, pulled tight, emphasised the narrowness of her waist and the fullness of her breasts and hips. She had curves to melt a man's heart. At first I didn't spot any sort of blouse under the suit jacket, and when she was next to me I saw why. This close up, I could see a glimpse of a black lace half-cup bra. She caught me staring at her almost-exposed breasts under her jacket, but instead of reproaching, she looked up into my eyes and smiled, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on me. Her hair was worn long and loose today, in contrast to the business suit, and it gently softened the sharp lines, making her look less severe and even more feminine, as if there could ever be any doubt. Long elegant strands of fine gold chain dangled from each ear, the earrings each ending in a small diamante that rested on her shoulders, and peeped through her hair. Her makeup was less colourful than the day before, yet even more dramatic. A pale silver-white high-lighting eye-shadow had been applied all the way to the brows, and then this blended softly into a deep smoky-look of a dark silver-grey shadow all around her eyes. Jet-black eye-liner was formed to a sharp point in the inner-corner of her eye, extended heavily all around both the lower and upper lids, and on the waterline, to extend out in a long sweep beyond the outer-corner, where it blended into the deep silver-grey eye-shadow. Several coats of black mascara extended and enhanced her lashes to their utmost, taking my breath away with the beauty and simplicity of the effect. Her smile was just as dramatic. A deep ruby-red lipstick had replaced the subtle frosted pink of the day before, and my desire to kiss those lips was an almost physical urge that I couldn't resist. I leant down, and gently touched my lips to hers. She pushed herself closer, her soft lips pushing into mine gently. Her fingers, with ruby-red fingernails that matched her delicious lips, held the back of my neck enticingly for a brief few seconds before she pulled away. "I had hoped you'd like this," she said, and before I could make some laughably hopeless comment on her beauty, she looked down pointedly at the very obvious bulge in my trousers, "and that's as big a compliment as any girl could want." I felt like I was blushing a red as deep as her lipstick as she continued to stare at my erection for a few more seconds. Then she looked back up to my face, giggled out loud, and smiled at me "Oh, that will never do" she tutted. Reaching out, she cupped my cheek with her hand and wiped some transferred lipstick from my lips with her thumb, much to the amusement of the other bar patrons around us. I didn't care. The taste of those lips and that lipstick had been nectar to me. I had to have more. As I busied myself ordering drinks, she quickly got a small compact mirror and lipstick out of her bag, and expertly touched up her makeup where our kiss had smudged it slightly. We wandered towards the back of the pub again, finding our booth from the day before empty. She sat down so that the slit in her skirt was towards me, and the act of sitting had hitched her skirt very slightly up her legs. Glancing down, I could now see half an inch of smooth flesh above her lace stocking-top. The ache in my groin increased as another surge of blood pumped through my already erect penis. As we talked, laughed, and joked, my feelings of bravery grew slowly, and so I slipped a hand beneath the table and gently placed it on her knee. She stopped talking, and for a second I thought I might have gone too far too quickly for her. My fears were soon allayed as she smiled and also dropped a hand beneath the table. I felt her hand land softly on top of mine on her knee, and with a slight rustle from the silk lining of her skirt against the nylon of her stockings, she opened her legs a fraction and slowly pushed my hand up her thigh over the smooth nylon of her sheer stockings, to feel the lace of her stocking-tops and the elastic of the suspender. Slowly I moved my hand over her thigh as high as I dared and back down again, caressing gently back and forth. I was revelling in the feeling of her stockings, the lacy stocking-tops, and the suspenders, under my fingers as the conversation resumed. I could feel the smooth skin of her inner thigh, just above the top of the stockings, quiver slightly under my touch as I reached the top of each slow stroke, up and down, while we talked. Her hand slowly wandered from my hand, up my arm, and eventually landed itself gently on my thigh, where she matched my slow stroking of her leg. The lunch hour passed far too quickly for me, but the world intruded and we both had to return to work. Hand in hand, fingers entwined, I walked her out to her car, wanting to look down at her beautiful high-heeled shoes as they clicked with each erotic step. When we reached her car she turned to face me, and I put my hand out to cup her smooth cheek. I leaned in close, tipping her head back with my hand, and my kiss was returned with a hunger I had not expected. She tilted her head slightly, lips parted and her tongue darted into my mouth. I eagerly returned the favour, tasting her lipstick, our tongues twirled and probed each others mouths. My arms went around her waist and I pulled her close, pressing my hard cock into her abdomen as it twitched inside my trousers. Her arms went around my neck, and she pulled herself into me and ground herself against me just as hard. Kissing me even more eagerly, she suddenly slipped a hand down between us and grabbed the stiff hot hard flesh of my rock hard penis through the intervening material. Her fingers tightened around my now throbbing cock, with only the bulk of my body blocking the view of what she was doing from any pub patrons who happened to be looking our way. We were both out of breath from the long, long kiss when our lips eventually parted. She smiled warmly up, and again wiped the smudge of lipstick from my lips. I didn't care. I could have happily worn it all day as a badge of pride I was so hot for her, but I knew she was right. It wouldn't make a good impression in the office. "Let's not come to the pub tomorrow?" She said, and pressed a small piece of paper into my hand as her eyes held mine for what seemed like forever. I looked down, it was an address. The Third Date So here I was, walking down the street towards her house. I was going to be a few minutes early. Would that look too eager? Would it scare her off? I could only hope, but I didn't want to delay. I needed her. It was that simple. I glanced around quickly as I walked up the path to the front door. I couldn't see anybody else on the street, and there was no twitching of neighbour's curtains that I could notice. I rang the bell. After a few seconds the door opened, and I gasped audibly at the sight that met my eyes. I have always been a very visual person, and I could have looked at her forever. "Oh, wow!" was all the inarticulate mumble I could manage. She was wearing a skin-tight leather micro mini-dress, it was strapless and low-cut, her breasts barely contained. Her shapely legs were encased in sheer black stockings, with at least two inches of lace tops visible below the very short hemline. She wore black leather court shoes with ankle straps and easily six-inch high needle-thin stiletto heels. I hardly knew where to look first. I could feel my cock starting to stiffen in my trousers already, just from how she was dressed. Her long hair was worn loose, similar to yesterday at the pub, but a black velvet-covered alice-band held it back slightly, and framed her beautiful face. Around her long neck was a narrow black velvet choker, and large, wide silver-coloured hoop earrings dangled from each ear, almost touching her shoulders and banging against her neck as she smiled up at me and motioned me to enter. Her makeup was just perfection, and I wanted to take in every nuance. Her eyes were heavily made up with a wonderful combination of blues, and both light and dark shades of purple, that blended out all around her eyes right up to the brows and far out to the sides. A wide band of black eye-liner went completely around her eyes, and on her waterline, right from the inner corner, to wing out and blend with the deep blues and mauves of her eye shadow. Mascara had been applied in many coats to extend her lashes even more than yesterday, or was she wearing some beautiful and subtle false lashes? I didn't care. Her eyes just looked so wonderful I wanted to stare into them forever. This look was far more dramatic than the smoky-eye look in the pub yesterday, and I could feel myself getting even harder just looking at her makeup. Her lips and fingernails were a very deep, dark metallic purple colour that matched one of the colours in her eye makeup, and shimmered and glistened as she spoke. Oops. She was speaking, and I hadn't been paying attention, I was so distracted by her dress and makeup. I quickly regained my concentration to listen. "Well, don't just stand there, silly, come on in." She said, and closed the door behind me as I stepped into the hallway. "Do you like this look? I wasn't sure if the choker was too much?" I stopped her, looked her up and down with obvious lasciviousness, then spoke gently. "You look utterly beautiful." I said. "I don't have the words to describe how stunning, how fantastic, or how arousing, you are at this moment." I knew it sounded corny as hell, but I didn't care. "Good." She whispered, her voice barely audible. "I wanted today to be special." "It is already." I hastily replied, and taking her face in my hands I kissed her, tasting her delicious lipstick. Her arms came up around my neck, her hands in my hair and she pulled herself into me, our bodies crushed together, tongues intertwining. I put one arm around her waist and held her tight, feeling my erection grow hard and fast, pushing against her abdomen. We kissed, and kissed, and kissed for what seemed like an age, enjoying every second of her lips, tongue, lipstick, and body pressed hard against me. Eventually we parted, breathless. "And we haven't even started yet...", she said with a mischievous grin and a giggle that sent tingles of excitement up my spine. "Come on through to the living room," and taking my hand she led the way. As she walked, each step flashed tantalising glimpses of lace stocking top, black lace suspender, and exquisitely smooth shapely thigh above the stocking top. There was a bottle of wine, two glasses, and a corkscrew laid out ready, but we never got to them. She pushed me down onto the sofa and then sat on my lap, straddling me. I could feel my erect penis pushing hard against my trousers, it felt like I could almost fuck her even through the layers of material as again our lips met again, mouths wide open, our tongues tousled and played with each others, and she ground her crotch hard down onto my rock hard cock as we kissed. I knew now that my previous caution from the days before had not been necessary, and I let my hands explore all over her body as she sat astride me. Still kissing, she frantically undid the buttons on my shirt, and pulled it off me, my hands caressed her legs in their wonderful sheer stockings, feeling their way up to the exposed lace stocking-tops and elastic suspenders. I felt even further up her legs, around her thighs following the rear suspenders with my fingers, up under the very short skirt to fondle and squeeze her peach-like bottom. I explored further around. Feeling the dent between her butt cheeks and the string of a tiny lace thong between them that came up from underneath, I followed it down with my fingers as the intense tongue-kissing continued unabated. Slowly, about as far as I could reach from this angle, I just felt the small puckered opening of her anus under the thin lace string, and I gently caressed it. This drew a sharp gasp of pleasure from her, and I felt her anus twitch and relax slightly. She eased backwards, and now my reach wasn't long enough. Her bottom slipped out of reach. Her arms came from around my neck and went down to my trousers. Swiftly she unbuckled my belt, undid the button, and then very slowly unzipped my fly. My underpants could hardly contain my cock, and it stretched the material upwards. She brushed her fingertips with those gorgeous deep purple painted nails over the straining cloth and felt hot flesh beneath, relishing the effect she had on me, before she gently eased my underpants down to release my penis. It sprang up between us, already some pre-cum juice evident on the tip. "I want you so much," I whispered, barely able to breathe as I struggled to contain my desire. Three Dates "I want you too" she replied, and then she slipped off my lap to kneel between my open legs. I quickly kicked off my trousers, underwear, shoes and socks to allow her unrestricted access. Taking my hard cock in both hands, she wrapped her fingers around it, interlacing the painted fingernails and squeezing tight for a few seconds. Feeling the heat and the stiffness throbbing in her hands, she slowly drew my foreskin back to fully expose the sensitive head, itself so engorged with blood it was almost as dark a purple as her lipstick. Even as she watched, another drop of pre-cum oozed out of the tip, and her tongue darted out to lick it off and then tease the super-sensitive frenulum underneath for just a second or two. I thought I would explode there and then. I could now see that she had very carefully thought through her attire, because as she leaned forward to take me into her mouth, her beautiful long hair was held back by the black velvet head-band, preventing it from falling forward and obscuring my view of what she was doing to me. She slowly licked and kissed all over the glans before working her way licking and kissing all down the shaft to the base, cupping my balls gently in one hand as she took them each into her mouth, one at a time, sucking gently. Licking and sucking her way more urgently back up the shaft of my penis, she reached the top, sticky again with yet more pre-cum. This time she didn't stop, and with one motion she took the whole head into her wonderful mouth, deep purple lips stretching wide to take it all in she worked back down the shaft, to deep-throat me. I could see her eyes go wide for a second as I touched the back of her throat, and then she eased off to start a rhythmic sucking of the head. Up and down her gorgeous lipsticked lips went, all the while her tongue was playing with the sensitive spot on the underside. I quivered and gasped as I felt her every motion drive me quickly towards the edge. With that intense pleasure coursing though my entire body, I knew I couldn't last long, and after just a couple of minutes I exploded. A loud gasping cry escaped my mouth as I came. And came. And came. Keeping her mouth locked over the head of my cock, she struggled to keep up, eagerly sucking and swallowing each blast of my cum as it squirted into her throat. When I was spent, she kept sucking gently, milking every last drop, and clearly delighting in the taste. I pulled her up onto my lap, and kissed her deep and long, my tongue plunging deep into her mouth, tasting the last few drops of my own cum that had escaped her lips, mingled with her lipstick and the nectar that was her kiss. "Now we can take our time" she said, smiling and using her fingers to wipe a few remnants of escaped spunk off her chin and into her mouth. "Your turn" I said, looking into her eyes, I stood her up and turned her away from me. With my hands wrapped around her body, I caressed her breasts through the shiny black material as I kissed the back of her neck, down her spine to the top of the zipper that held the tight leather mini-dress in place. She lent back into me. Leaving one arm around her from behind to hold her close, I used my other hand to slide the zipper down all the way to the end, just above the crease of her bottom. Then I slid the mini-dress down over her hips, down her stocking-clad legs, until it was a crumpled heap around her incredible six-inch high stiletto shoes. She stepped out and turned to face me. Under the dress she was wearing a black lace strapless balconette bra, with matching black lace suspender belt and tiny black lace g-string thong. The bra was very low-cut, and the top curves of her aureole were clearly visible above the flimsy black lace, her nipples erect and plainly seen through the material. I gently pushed her back down onto the sofa, and she lay back into the cushions where I could admire her body, her lingerie, her stockings, her shoes, her hair, her makeup. After my eyes had had their fill, I leaned over and we kissed again. Her firm breasts pointed up, and I pulled the material aside to gain access to her nipples, whilst keeping the bra in place. My hands cupped each breast as we kissed, caressing and fondling. Her nipples were already hard, and I pinched them gently, eliciting a little squeal of delight before I kissed my way down her neck to the crease between her breasts. Then my lips descended to take one nipple and entire aureole in my mouth. I sucked deep at the same time as I teased the nipple with my tongue. Her hands came down and pushed my head into her breasts as her breathing quickened and deepened. I moved from one breast to the other, not giving either time to relax before I moved to the other. She was squirming under me, hands pushing me down her body, but I resisted for a few minutes as I continued to suck her nipples and kiss and lick at the firm rounded fleshy globes of her breasts. When it seemed like her nipples couldn't get any stiffer, I relented to her pushing, and kissed and licked my way down her body, over her stomach, pausing briefly to tickle her belly-button with my tongue, which elicited a satisfying giggle of delight. Then I continued lower and her hips bucked up at me, urging me towards the V between her thighs. I placed my hand over her mound, and felt that her tiny black lace knickers were already soaking wet. I rubbed gently and she parted her legs wide to allow me access. I pulled the knickers to one side to reveal the smallest whiff of pubic hair, neatly trimmed and damp with her juices. I bent low, and slowly placed my tongue at the entrance to her sweet pussy. Lapping slowly, the lips unfolded under my licking, and I tasted her juices as they flowed out onto my tongue. I felt her hands on my head, pushing me into her as, one at a time, I took the flaps of her labia into my mouth. I sucked hard on each, licking my way between them as I went back and forth. Then suddenly I surprised her my burying my tongue deep into her warm damp hole, pushing it in as far as it would go, and she gasped and squirmed under me as I drank the sweet nectar that flowed from her freely now. Withdrawing my tongue, I worked my way up to tease at the little hood of skin that covered her clitoris. Again she gasped, panting and squirming. I felt she was very close now, but I hadn't finished. I used the fingers of one hand to pull back the clitoral hood to expose the bright red bud beneath, and then started flicking my tongue over it as quickly as I could. I licked for a few seconds, then changed to sucking for a while, swapping back and forth. At the same time, I inserted first one finger, then two, as deep as I could into her soaking wet vagina. I curled the fingers up to find the soft patch of her g-spot, and rubbed hard, licking and sucking at her clit all the while. I continued the licking and sucking until a sudden loud gasping and almost violent bucking of her hips told me she was cumming. I didn't stop however, but kept licking and sucking her clit. I spread her vagina wide, and inserted a third, and then a fourth finger up to the knuckles, pumping them in and out as she bucked and writhed under me, almost screaming as she panted and gasped uncontrollably. Eventually she subsided, and I eased my fingers out of her and pulled her close to cradle her in my arms. We kissed deep, and she licked and kissed her own juices from my chin as our breathing returned to normal. Playfully, she deftly removed her tiny panties and flicked them up to land on my face, laughing gleefully as I sniffed them appreciatingly before tossing them aside. By now I could feel my cock starting to stiffen again, and she reached down and took me in her hand. Squeezing tight, she twisted round on the sofa until she was facing the other way kneeling on top of me, and then she took my slowly hardening cock into her mouth again. Her still wet pussy was now mere inches from my mouth, and a slow and sensual sixty-nine began. It didn't take long for this stimulation to work its magic, and my erection grew by the second, filling her mouth as she sucked and licked. Then, again she twisted her pussy away from my tongue as she turned around again to kneel astride me on the sofa. Still holding my erect cock in one hand, she lowered herself on to me, guiding me slowly into her warm wet vagina until I was buried to the hilt. My hands caressed her legs and thighs, feeling her stockings, stocking-tops, and suspenders, fondling her hips and up to her partially exposed breasts and back again as she slid herself up and down on my pole. Starting with slow, leisurely strokes, she built up speed bit by bit, getting faster and faster. I was thrusting up to meet her downstrokes, and she was panting hard, the sweat glistening on her exquisite body as I pushed deep into her warm tight tunnel with each stroke. She cried out again as she came once more, and I could feel the walls of her pussy tighten spasmodically around me. I was close to cumming again myself, but I wanted to delay it just a little longer. I gently pushed her off me, and she gave me a momentary look of disappointment. But I turned her body around until she was kneeling on the carpet, her torso resting on the seat of the sofa, her naked bottom proudly pointing towards me. Grasping her hips, feeling the lacy suspender belt and suspenders under my hands, I pushed myself into her from behind, hard and fast. She gasped at the suddenness as I stretched her pussy wide again. Then I withdrew slowly until just the very tip of my cock was resting barely inside her entrance, the lips of her labia swollen and red with blood. Then I thrust in hard and fast again, burying myself deep and holding it for a second before again slowly withdrawing almost completely. Keeping up the rhythm of fast thrusts and slow withdrawals into her vagina, I slowly increased the pace. She gasped and moaned with pleasure, as she was slowly built towards the edge. I could feel my own climax slowly building too, and I gritted my teeth to hold back for as long as I could, savouring the feelings each time I thrust into her hot tight pussy, plunging my cock deep into her depths again, and again. Then suddenly I couldn't hold back any more and I was cumming once again. I could feel the waves of pleasure sending my head spinning as I shot load after load into her pussy. It was enough to trigger her own orgasm, and she screamed my name as she came for a third time, thrusting her hips backwards to try and push me as deep as possible as she climaxed. Breathing hard, I slowly pulled out, and she turned around quickly to suck hungrily at my cock, drinking down the wonderful mix of her own juices and my spunk off the glistening shaft. Then, as I started to soften, we lay back on the sofa and she curled up in my arms, kissing me deeply and long with her beautiful lipsticked lips. Her tongue darting in and out, playing with my own, I could taste the same mixture she had just drunk, and it was like the finest wine to me. We lay in each others arms on the sofa for several minutes. Then the real world started to intrude. It was time to go, and we both knew it. Reluctantly, I found my clothes and started to get dressed. I still marvelled at her fantastic choices of makeup, clothes, shoes, lingerie, and accessories. She was so beautiful and such a chameleon. Each look was so very different to the last, each more sexy than the last. It was a pleasure to find somebody who enjoyed changing her image so much, it was almost like seeing a different woman each time. I was eager to see what look she would come up with next to tempt and tease me. From our many prior e-mail exchanges, she knew exactly what things I liked, and she clearly wanted to make herself a feast for my eyes each time we met. I could hardly wait. "I can't see you tomorrow" she said with more than a hint of disappointment, and I knew what was coming next. "My husband will be back, but I'm free next week?" "Tomorrow was awkward for me anyway" I said, and kissed her for a long time before starting to head for the front door, holding her hand as I walked. "My wife has given me some errands to run tomorrow lunchtime, so next week is perfect. What day?"