He teased me about showing up braless and pantiless. Of course, he didn't know enough about me to understand that dares always brought out my natural sassiness - I really do love challenges. And so I showed up at this total stranger's home, in the middle of no where at almost midnight with only three articles of clothing on - and two of them were my black, thigh-high stockings.
As I stepped out of my car, I knew he was watching from his front porch. I also realized his first view of me was hindered by the dark that the small light from inside my car couldn't keep at bay. Overcome by shyness, I stood hesitantly beside the car in my five-inch heels. The wind whipped at my dress and the sudden change in temperature made my nipples hard. Or maybe it was the tall, handsome Dom easily coming down the deck steps toward me with a friendly and open smile. He looked just like his picture and his voice was the one I had heard on the phone the last few days. A wave of relief flooded over me as he put a protective arm around my shoulders and together we walked toward the door.
His home, I noticed, was simple and almost anally neat for a bachelor. He was talking about the color of paint he had recently used as we entered the kitchen. It was spotless and I noticed that the table even had a crisp, lace tablecloth on it as he settled me in a chair after a light, inquisitive kiss. An old, gray and white long-haired cat demanded his master's attention as he hopped up on the table and it was obvious that this self-proclaimed dominant male had a very soft spot for animals. There were also two kittens that he saved from a neighbor's nasty fate of drowning in the garage and an aggressive Rotwieler which - much to my relief - was being boarded till tomorrow.
Soon I found myself completely at home with mixed drink in hand, feet elevated on a chair (the lace of my thigh-highs peeking from under the wayward hem of my dress) and the warmth of his voice soothing my soul as we chatted like long-lost friends. He spoke from the heart about many things and I was surprised not only at the depth of his passion but his openness at sharing his past relationships and experiences. He loved to talk and he was bright and knowledgeable about a diversity of subjects. He also hinted at a previous "bad boy" past which only increased my interest despite myself.
But he was also impatient to get me into his bed. This time instead of refilling my drink, he suggested we go to the bedroom. I told him I wasn't tired in an effort for more time to get my wits about me with this sudden change in mood of his. He pulled me up from the chair and then pushed the front of my dress down, exposing my huge breasts so he could tweak my nipples. His self-assurance of my desire left no room for argument as he ran his hand along my ass, raising my dress to caress the flesh underneath. This time his kiss was demanding and forceful; before I knew it, he was propelling me out of the room. As I walked toward the bedroom all thought of another drink was forgotten as the feel of his hands on me made my need grow...
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