7 comments/ 35613 views/ 2 favorites Down & Up The Road Ch. 01-02 By: CraCyn55 Chapter 1 – Meet Sandy I suspected something wild and outrageous was going on around the office, but I was surprised Cynthia Jamison was involved. Not because she didn't look like an exciting target, quite the contrary, but she was still so new to our group that it didn't seem possible that she could corrupt others so quickly, or become so openly corrupted so fast and easy. When I found her, almost naked and being finger fucked, barely inside Stan's cubicle area just off an open hallway in our office, it blew me away. From my perspective as office manager, this scene demonstrated a serious situation that threatened office discipline and every possibility of responsible productivity. From my perspective as a member of this working community, I realized our work group was close-knit, liberal and at times outrageously intimate, but this was a new extreme by any definition. From my personal perspective, I found the entire scene to be erotic as hell, and it made my nipples stiff and pussy wet as my mind raced with wild memories of the times not so long ago that could have found me in a similar position myself. I believe I was a few years older than Cynthia when our paths crossed, and I saw in her the naïve sexual awakening of a woman coming alive with her nasty side, and falling in love with it. I was still in my early twenties when I started to discover the same naughty nature of sex, and I was mentally and emotionally unprepared to deal with the heady power of dirty desires whether they belonged to me or the person I was with. I grew up in a small farming town in south central Idaho. People there were strictly religious or absolutely not. My parents chose to be religious, so as an unavoidable consequence of my environment, so was I. My world revolved around the process of defining good and bad in every aspect of daily life, and then in developing control and protection against bad, and perfection of anything that was good. As a teenager I was taught that sex was nasty or naughty and that good girls should always keep themselves sexually pure and un-defiled so they could enter into marriage with their virtue still intact and completely deserve the love and loyalty of their husband. The power of sexual desire was always cast as a villain that threatened to destroy young women; in that context, there was no such thing as good sex or even romantic sex as an expression of love, sex was only evil, and always dangerous. The aspect of danger associated with sex always frightened me, and it excited me at the same time. As I matured and came closer to marriageable age the good side of sexual expression, and the romantic nature of physical intimacy was taught to be an appropriate though cautious demonstration of love, between two people. I personally found it hard to reconcile everything and tended to keep the visible show able things, like holding hands and kissing, on the romantic side, "making love" and the private, hidden and nasty things people did in secret on the naughty or wicked side of sex. Fucking to me didn't seem to be a part of "making love" at all; it strictly belonged with having sex, dirty, nasty erotic sex. Throughout High School, the exciting and dangerous aspect of nasty sex competed for attention in my imagination, and I made a conscientious effort to suppress it or push it out of my mind. I viewed the naked image of my body at bath time and was pleased with the progress of my development and curious about the effect my body would have on boys. A wicked shiver would always run through me and my pussy would always feel alive and empty when I spent too much time thinking while I looked at myself. When I was out with other in activities or on dates, I would get embarrassed or scold myself when I noticed my attention drawn to boys crotches and wondering if I excited them, and then I would fight to keep myself and those around me under control and thinking pure thoughts. I maintained strict standards for myself and required the same of the boys I dated. The most a boy ever got out of me was a kiss, and I dispensed them like rare war time rations. By the time I graduated from High School, I was proud of my record of virtue and conscious control over any nasty thoughts and considered myself to be a completely "worthy" candidate for marriage to the most eligible prospects in my little world. After High School, I went to a rather small community college and decided to work on my marketable business skills so I could make a living if I didn't end up marrying the top the prospect. I met Ted Davis during those few years at college and the attraction between us was apparent to everyone around us from the start. Ted was a moral rock who completely trusted and respected me; as a result I felt stronger every day as we fell in love and progressed toward marriage. Any time our romantic passion heated up with the show able elements of love, we quickly applied the brakes to keep from going too far because we both respected each other. I thought the positive feelings of love between us in courtship would give us would translate into real passion when e were married. In the last few days before our wedding, that growing passion even became a challenge to our moral resolve in spite of the defensive strength had always protected us. I was dying to see Ted's cock, and finally feel what it was like to have an erect penis buried deep in my sex. The ceremony and spectacle of our church wedding and outdoor reception was lost in the agonizing anticipation of our first sexual intimacy. I must have been different than most girls who I think live for their "wedding experience" and worry about the wedding night. I was anxious and distracted to the point of not even recognizing who I was talking to at any given moment because my mind raced with wicked fantasies of nasty sex. When the public events finally ended, I dragged Ted off like a cave woman anxious to jump his bones and finally see what the warnings and cautions were all about. Ted was just as virtuous as I was in every technical measurement, and even more so in every instinctive sense. Neither of us had experience in sex, but I think I had actually spent more time thinking about it, and was more excited about exploring its potential than Ted was. That must really seem strange given the traditional assumption that the average male reaches the peak in sexual libido at about 18 years of age and is considered normal if he is overactive in sexual interest; women generally reach their sexual interest peak at about 30. Ted was full of social ideologies, and as far as sex was concerned, that first night and throughout the first two years of our marriage sex seemed to almost have a religious overtone; it was the tool through which we performed the sacred work of procreation and had little to with passion and excitement between a man and a woman. I got pregnant with our son about six months after our wedding. Both Ted and I were happy; it seemed like this was the thing we were expected to do in our church. Since we started our family so soon, we weren't on top of things before I got pregnant and by the time Tyler was born, we were really falling behind financially. When I was pregnant with Jessica before Tyler was a year old we were in trouble, but too young and naïve to realize it. When Jessica was crawling we were both working hard to make sure we took precautions against pregnancy without really talking it over. We knew it was hard to provide the things young parents desperately want to for their children and there was an unspoken tension between us. Our church was opposed to birth control so we avoided discussions that were needed but uncomfortable; tensions continued to build. After Tyler's third birthday celebration with ours, I told Ted that I wanted to get a job to help out financially. No one gave us money, but we had a lot of family around willing to help out with child care concerns while we worked o get back on our feet. Reluctantly Ted agreed, he had already been working two jobs for six months and was too discouraged and humble to object. I was able to get a sales job with a small chain of fashionable clothing stores that catered to young women, and by working evening shifts, I could spend time with the kids until noon and Ted was there with them for most evenings because he was able to cut back hours on his second job. I had learned enough, in business management courses, so that along with my natural easiness with people that helped me excel in sales, I was a natural for advancement in the company. Soon I was assistant manager responsible for closing and shortly after was offered the position of manager. I was heady with success and the confidence that came with it, and could see that within a year I could be making as much as Ted. With the reduction of financial pressure, we could really save and were soon looking for a small home to buy. Ted and I both thought our love was as strong as ever and that sex was as good as it gets, in spite of the fact that we hardly had any waking time together during the week. The kids were loved and spoiled by everyone and the entire extended family thought we were a young family to envy; almost classic yuppies. Even though I thought our sex life was good, it was still very different from what I had always thought it would be from when I was first warned about its seductive power as a youth. There was still a near religious sweetness to it that made it a genuine expression of love, but in no way was it nasty erotic and dangerous like I had expected it to be. That was where we were when my life started to take a turn that would have a lasting effect on all of us. The company decided we needed more square footage for retail space because sales were so high; I worked with the expansion and development team to finalize plans for a new build-out. I was excited to be working with a brand new challenge and to be the key person in the decision making for "my new store". Chapter 2 – Seduction, the "Bad Boy" When the company decided we needed more square footage for retail space because sales were so high, I worked with the expansion and development team finalize plans for a new build-out. I was excited to be working with a brand new challenge and to be the key person in the decision making process for "my new store". I thoroughly enjoyed making important decisions and hiring professionals to do the work. I interviewed three commercial contractors who had been screened by the development team and had the final say on who would get the job to do the work on my store. They were all ambitious and apparently qualified to do the work but there was something about Darren Golightly that mesmerized me to the point I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Darren was charming and smooth; he could probably talk the ears off a jack rabbit, but in reality he embodied every image of a sexually dangerous male that had ever occupied my fantasies. It's probably not hard for you to figure that I hired him; I know today that it was because my pussy was taking control of me but I would have vehemently denied it then. Every time he was close I got wet and my pussy absolutely flowed from the attraction and raw arousal. I'm sure Darren realized early the power he held over me and teased me with it slowly and relentlessly. He would compliment me and make me laugh and at the same time would draw the inevitable noose tighter and tighter around my neck. He must have known every dirty nasty thought or fantasy that had ever occupied my thoughts and understood my every weakness. I still remember vividly the first time mask of propriety was ripped from me, to reveal the sexual lust that was building without pretence inside. Darren had been teasing and then complimenting me all afternoon. He kept telling me how "hot" I looked, and that he didn't believe it was possible that I had two children. He said I couldn't have an ounce of unwanted fat on me and delicately touched with his finger tips on the area of my lower tummy, between my navel and pubic bush that usually protrudes after a woman goes through child birth. He traced his finger from side to side saying he was sure there were no visible stretch marks left there. The physical contact was so personal and intimate it made my nipples stiffen noticeably. He could see their prominence beneath my light summer dress and I knew it. I thought he could see right through my clothes as he described my body so knowingly. It was obvious he was used to looking at naked females. I was paralyzed with anticipation as we stood there and he looked down on me; not in my eyes but at my tits as he studied their heaving roundness and the dark cleavage between them. I looked down as well and was shocked at how obviously aroused my nipples were. Then it was over, and he turned away. I stood there trembling and weak and knew I was on a dangerous road. I knew that I should turn around and run like hell but at the same time, the confidence I had in my all-powerful new self convinced me I was in control and was allowing me to start down a dangerous nasty road. For the next few hours we flirted openly keeping the sexual tension ever present. We had designed an area near the dressing rooms where people could relax and wait in comfort; it was like a sunken conversation area in a family room and Darren was sitting there looking over an order list he was preparing to phone in. I strolled over to stand close to him while he completed his call. The hem of my skirt was at about his shoulder level and I gently pressed the side of my leg against his arm to let him know I was there. While he was still finishing his call, he brought his warm hand up to almost absent-mindedly caress the back of my leg along the toned calf and on up to the sensitive area just above and between my knees. Darren completed his call and then without looking at me remarked at how warm it was. After a pause, I said "Uhuh", just so he would know I heard, and then he said; "Why on earth would you wear panty hose on a warm day at a construction site. At least if that's what you're wearing?" With that his hand started traveling slowly up the back of my leg with his fingers teasing the softness between my thighs. "I love it when a woman wears stocking and garters or at least keeps her legs bare." Darren said as his fingers got dangerously close to forbidden territory. Hell he was at forbidden territory the moment he touched my legs, but when his hand was all the way up my leg he moved it to the round firmness of my ass cheek and seemed to be trying to learn exactly what I was wearing by touch. I was still frozen, not daring react, when his hand reached the small of my back, he slipped his fingers beneath the waist bands of my panties and hoes and slid it from side to side letting the backs of his fingers and nails brush along my naked skin. I held my breath as I fully expected him to pull my underwear off. He slowly started to tug everything down a few inches making sure both sides were coming along with the back until I could feel his fingers dip into the cleavage of my ass as he slid from side to side. My heart was beating faster than it ever had and I was dizzy with arousal. Then he withdrew his hand and I wondered in panic and frustration at why he had stopped. Once again, the open hot hand was back, this time against the small of my back as he slowly caressed and smoothed it along my bare flesh. I was excited and anxious to be led by his suggestive touch as he stroked all of the naked skin he could reach. With his hand he gently urged me to turn until I faced him. From this position he stroked my bare tummy and up and ran the tip of his finger back and forth underneath the lower edge of my bra. When he pulled the finger out and moved his hand to cup and fondle the fullness of my breast and gently pinch my hard nipple, I almost passed out. After his arousing exploration, the exploring hand moved back to my waist and gently urged me to turn around again. Once again he caressed the soft smooth skin of my back and then with practiced expertise, he deftly unclasped my bra with his single hand. "Take it off." He said in a whispered command; without hesitation, I reached for each bra strap, pulling them down and off my arms in that secret way women have of undressing in public without showing anything inappropriate. Before I could pull the bra out of the dress sleeve, Darren's hand quickly reached up and took hold of the conservative fundamental material and drew it out from under my dress to examine it. As he studied the garment in his hand, I felt embarrassed, not because of what was happening or what we were doing, but because I thought the practical support bra looked functional and un-sexy. Darren threw the limp fabric carelessly aside and his hand went back beneath my dress. Once again he moved me to face him and moved his caressing hand al the way up to quickly cover my breast again, this time it was fully naked and waiting. He squeezed and palmed my breast confidently, then he pinched my hard nipple fiercely, possessing it and me like never before. My pulse quickened and my pussy convulsed as I trembled in the first delicious orgasm I had ever experienced with another man. My God, what was I doing for hell sake I thought? Here I was being sexually possessed in adulterous lust and begging for more. Darren's hand paused as he pinched my nipple firmly throughout my climax; then without comment the hand moved back to the waist of my underwear stretched across the crack of my ass. This time he deftly separated the nylon panty hose from my conservative full panties and once again started pulling down. As he pulled them down to my thighs so he could get them all the way down the material eventually became slack and loose so it fell all the way down to my feet. I had low heeled sandals on and he slipped each off, one at a time so he could completely remove them and then gathered up and threw my useless pantyhose across the room. He lifted each foot again and caressed my entire naked leg intimately before slipping my sandal back on so I could stand on wobbly legs. Finally he reached back under my dress where I anticipated his intimate touch deep in my cunt and hungered for penetration. Instead, he pulled the plain conservative panties back up firmly into place and patted me on the ass. "Your body is too hot and sexy to be covered with conservative underwear Sandy." Darren said simply. "I don't think you want me to see stuff like this when I take off "all" your clothes." Then he went back to work leaving me standing there like one of our useless mannequins. I was lost in a sexual web of seduction because of my own nasty fantasies and although anyone would say I could and should have gotten out of there right then to end it, there was no way I was prepared or even inclined to do that. Way down deep inside, I wanted to know what dirty and nasty sex was like. I knew what pure and loving sex was, and at that point, I didn't think it was enough. All afternoon I was ready, even anxious to be stripped naked and was more ready to take Darren's wicked cock deep into my belly, than I realized, subconsciously I wanted that to happen, but it didn't. I went home that night, after the mall closed as usual, and Ted was already in bed. I sat in the living room, pulled my skirt and brought myself to another climax masturbating to my fantasies that now had Darren's picture painted all over them. When I climbed into bed, my husband stirred and I realized he was not fully asleep. He greeted me and wondered why I was so late coming to bed. "Were you sitting in the living room?" He asked. A nervous pulse rushed through me as I wondering if he had seen me getting myself off and was even excited by exhibitionistic fantasy. "Just unwinding after a long day," I said. Down & Up The Road Ch. 01-02 "They're all long days now, aren't they hon?" Ted's tender interest made me feel guiltier and I reached out to him to stroke his firm muscled shoulder in a loving gesture, as if to say "I'm sorry Ted for what I did today, for what I'm doing to us". We had a few minutes together in the morning before Ted had to get dressed and rush off to work. We cuddled and held each other lovingly and I wondered sadly if this was all going to end. I spent all the time I could with the kids as well that morning, and asked myself how I could possibly put my life with them at risk by playing this sexy game with Darren that had already gone far beyond innocent flirting; I had no acceptable answer. Darren knew how to drive me wild for his part, and he did it. That day I selected the sexiest of my lingerie even though it would still be considered conservative by most, and then I flirted with Darren shamelessly and teased him in every way I could imagine. I didn't have a garter belt and stockings so I left my legs bare the way he liked them, even though I thought Ted would have looked at me strangely if he knew it. Thank heaven Ted was already at work when I got dressed. When I finally saw Darren sitting at the sunken area like he was the day before, I almost ran to his side. He ignored me for a long time and then just before I gave up and walked away, his hand was back on my bare leg. My pussy was already soaked, it had been since the day before, and in my inner mind, I hoped desperately for something warm and hard to fill. He caressed everything like before, finally running the edge of his hand and index finger between my warm thighs, almost rubbing its warmth along my wet slit. The hand moved then to my waist testing how high my panties rode on my waist, and then it moved again to my bare tummy and smooth back. Soon it was up again caressing and fondling my tits and studying my bra by touch and once again I was straining toward orgasm. His hand slid sensuously down to my ass and pulled the back of my panties all the way down below the slope of my full cheeks. With my whole ass nakedly exposed to his touch he slid his fingers into the cleft of my ass and gently toyed with my sensitive puckered hole and then slid his teasing finger forward to slip along and between the wet slippery lips of my pussy. God I was in agony and hunched down to suck his fingers up into me. He didn't push inside but continued forward until it probed against the aroused and hooded nub of my erect clit. "Oh shhhhhiiiiiiiittttt." I growled out as my body convulsed in a shaking quivering orgasm and my cum flooded from between my legs. I slumped forward onto my hands and knees, too weak to stand any more. I felt Darren lifting the back of my skirt as he pushed it all the way up to the center of my back. There I was on my hands and knees with my ass naked to his view and all I could do was reach back to pull my panties down further and spread my knees so he could see all he could ever want to. If the whole store filled with people, all watching, I would be in heaven. Darren reached over and gently caressed the exposed slit that was soaked with my own cum, and finally slid two fingers deeply into my hungry cunt. "Oh gooooodddddddddd." I drawled out as he started to pump his fingers in and out of my sucking chute and I trembled with the delicious tingling of arousal building to crescendo again. "Aaahhhhhhgggggnnnnnnnnggggg." I moaned with his expert finger fucking until I was climbing the walls and begging for everything. I urgently pulled my dress all the ay up until it spilled over my head and would have torn off my bra if I had the strength. I screamed out in passion as climax raced through me again forever as Darren continued to pump and milk me dry. When I was almost lifeless with exhaustion and in the mellow afterglow of orgasm, Darren pulled my panties back up and patted my ass, and then he stood and went back to work. I stayed there for several minutes more, not bothering to pull my dress back into place; I may even have fallen asleep for all I know. Darren ignored me until I stood and covered back up. The next two days I repeated my preparations and the flirting but nothing happened until just before his quitting time. I had given up trying to make anything happen and was sitting on one of the few chairs scattered around the floor. He stopped his preparations for leaving and came to stand in front of me. "Whenever we're alone in the store here, and you sit on a chair like this," he said, "you need to pull your skirt up and spread your legs so it improves the view." Then he took my hands and helped me up. Without any other ceremony he reached down and took hold of the hem of my skirt and pulled it all the way to my waist, and then had me sit back down. He nudged my knees and I spread my legs apart. When I stopped at about 10 inches he simply said all the way. It was uncomfortable holding my legs apart all the way so I raised one foot to the seat and Darren said, there, that looks right, don't forget. Then he left. I had quickly become aroused so as I sat there by myself I pulled my panties all the way down and masturbated myself to another orgasm. I had been finger fucking myself every chance I got since this started. I just couldn't get all of the climaxes I needed. I was even so horny that I made Ted fuck me twice that week, but it was frustrating because it just wasn't satisfying in a nasty way with him; even if I painted Darren's face on his in my imagination it just made me feel more guilty. After the weekend with Ted and the kids, and church, I felt so burdened about what I was doing and willing to let Darren do to me that I resolved to be better and to try and put an end to it. On Monday I wore more conservative underwear and a stylish business pant suit. When Darren commented on how he didn't like women in pants unless they were skin tight or hot short shorts. I told him I had had to attend a meeting earlier so I thought the suit was best. In the early afternoon, he took my hand and told me to come with him. We left the construction area in the mall and climbed into his truck. I wasn't about to ask where he was going, in fact I kinda liked the idea of his being in charge, and he knew it. He insisted I sit right next to him like a lover and I wondered briefly what people would think if they saw and recognized me. It surprised me a little when we turned into another shopping mall on the other side of town and nearer to my house; I was familiar with it and had shopped there often, especially before I got my job. The company was even considering opening a branch there at some time. Darren held my hand like a lover and it made me nervous as I kept watch for anyone I knew. He surprised me again as he turned into the ticket lobby of multi screened movie theater that was located just off the food court. We approached the window and he bought two tickets to the matinee showing of movie that had been there for too long already. Not much good had been said of his selection at its best and I wondered why in the world he would ever want to see it. The theater was almost empty and he urged me to the very back of the seating area. He had been carrying a shopping bag with something in it since we left his truck and as we settled into our seats and waited or the previews and feature to start, he set the bag on the seat next to him and away from me. He took the opportunity to keep me distracted by drawing me close to him in an embrace and slowly started to neck with me like a High School kid with overactive hormones. In spite of the incredible intimacies already shared between us, he had never kissed me, and I was actually more uncomfortable about this than when he fucked my hungry pussy with his fingers. Kissing was part of the publicly acceptable, show able forms of affection connected to love and romance in my mind, and it didn't belong in the sexually illicit side of nasty sex I was racing towards. Never the less, make out we did and with our tongues dueling in our open mouths the heat still quickly started to rise. By the time we were well into the feature the kissing was definitely on the sexy side, not the romantic. My body was yearning for hard sex, but I was still unprepared for what Darren said as he pulled away from me. "Take off your clothes Sandy." He said in the most natural way possible as my eyes shot open "Shit no Darren, are you crazy?" "Get out of that fucking pant suit." Darren said. "I've got other clothes for you here so undress!" I sat up and instinctively surveyed the large almost empty theater. In-spite of the fact that there were only a few more than a dozen other patrons sitting in the dark, the idea of taking off all my clothes there petrified me and blew my mind with erotic imagery at the same time. Very simply Darren was confirming what he did and didn't want to see me wearing, and if he had to have me change to suit his preference, he wanted the element of risk and danger to help drive the message home. Underscoring his determination he started to unbutton my jacket. My pussy was starting to purr and my nipples were rigid as I watched him slip each and every button from its hole. "Now undress." He said again, this time with strength and authority, telling me who was in control. With trembling fingers, I started to unbutton my blouse when he stopped me. "Take off the jacket first." He wanted each item removed individually so it would be harder for me to rush undressing and make my actions less conspicuous. I shuddered with the erotic vision in my mind of my entire body being bared naked in this dark but very non-private setting; I was terrified by the possibility of discovery and consequence, and thrilled by it at the same time. Darren told me to take off my slacks, before my blouse, and then my panties; he wanted me naked below my waist while I removed the rest of my clothes. I thought the cushion of my seat was getting soaked from the flow of my sex juice while I unbuttoned and removed my blouse and then finally my bra. As I had deliberately unfastened and removed every stitch of my clothing, Darren took each item, once removed and folded it up to place it back in the shopping bag once emptied. Eventually I was sitting in a public movie theater completely naked except for my heels. It wasn't some sleazy porno theater loaded with people who dreamed of this sort of thing every time they paid for admission. Most people in that theater would never expect to see something like that going on and they could cause big trouble if they discovered me and got upset. It was the first time I was completely naked in front of a man other than my husband, and I felt wild and crazy. Darren had never even seen me this naked, close to be sure when he had taken liberties with my body before. What was he going to do with me here? How far was this going? Was he going to fuck me here in public? He could if he wanted, we both knew it, I wouldn't stop him now, but I wouldn't try to take the lead away from him either. He could do anything he wanted and he knew it. We sat through much of the feature without doing anything sexier. He didn't touch me, I didn't touch myself. We just sat there side by side with me conspicuously naked and on edge. By the time he finally laid his warm hand on my thigh I was covered with goose bumps from the chill of air conditioning and anticipation. I immediately spread my legs inviting him to look at my sex and to give him complete access to my pleasure zone. As he slowly stroked my bare thigh, moving closer and closer to my pussy, it took all my will power to resist grabbing his magic hand to pull it firmly into me. When he finally reached the wetness between my legs, he toyed with the slick surfaces and used his fingers to open me up so he could clearly see. Hell this was exciting to be completely naked while I sat next to a fully dressed bad boy who was openly examining my most intimate and personal self. My nipples felt like they would burst; then Darren shifted a little in his seat and brought his other hand to join the one between my legs. He took two of his fingers and applied gentle pressure against the swollen crease until my labia opened wide for them, then he slowly and relentlessly pushed them deeper and deeper into my sex tunnel until he could push no further. "Aahhhhhhhnnnnngggg goddddddd." I grunted as my tummy sucked in and my breasts heaved while I feasted on the delicious penetration. His fingers stayed buried deep inside me and started to move around to examine the details of the depths of my sex. I was finding it difficult to keep the sounds of my arousal in check as he played mercilessly with me. I had moaned out loud when he first pushed deeply into me and he silenced my growl with wet erotic kisses; now as he started to saw evenly in and out of my hungry cunt with a lusty fucking motion I started to hump my body into his thrusts as I raced to the intense climax I needed. This time I couldn't keep myself from grabbing the arm that powered the penetrating fingers and I pulled it fiercely into me. I wanted to draw all of him into my sexuality and wanted to compel him to possess me completely. I yelled out profanities as my body was racked with an intense orgasm and didn't care at all that everyone in the theater could hear me and knew what was happening. God I had become such a wanton slut and I knew this is what I always imagined SEX was really like. Darren helped me dress again, because I was too exhausted to dress myself. I knew the things I was putting on were far sexier than anything I had ever worn before. The lingerie was clearly sexy and hot, not comfortable or feminine. I had always thought the sensual Victoria's secret kind of lingerie was uncomfortable and designed for a man's interest, not a woman's comfort, but when we put each item on I was thrilled with the sexy way it made me feel. Ted would die if he saw me wearing this stuff, but as I dressed for sex I knew this is the way I wanted to be from now on. I was embarrassed by the sexy sight of my untrimmed pussy hair sticking out around the small patch of material in the thong panties Darren had selected for me, but I loved the way I felt so exposed in them. The bra was lacy and sexy from what I could see, and it pulled my full round medium sized breasts together in a way that created an exciting and mysterious deep cleavage; my erect nipples would be easily seen through a blouse or dress and not flattened out. He pulled out a lacy garter belt for me and helped me fasten it in place and attach the dark nylon stockings. The dress he had a for me was shorter than anything I had ever worn before, at best it would barely cover the dark band at the top of the stockings when I stood and show the band and my bare white thighs above it if I sat down. By the time I was fully dressed, or I should say underdressed, the movie was over. I don't have a clue what it was about, but I'm sure that wasn't the point of our going there. In the darkness of that public theater, I had taken a giant step in becoming Darren's slut, and we both knew it.