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Sophie's Revenge Part 5

Date: 7/29/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Mercury23, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

nicely between my butt cheeks. I slipped them on. The bra was also thin and lacy and I knew that once my nipples got hard it would be very obvious, but I didn't care. I wanted Rich to see how turned on by him I was. I adjusted my breasts inside the bra until they were comfortable, the underwear was sexy but it didn't offer much support, but then, I reasoned, I wasn't going to be wearing it to work. Unless maybe it was Rich's work and I was meeting him. But that was something to think about for the future. I slipped into the garter belt and attached the stockings, making sure they were straight. I inspected myself in the mirror. The bra had just enough under-wire to push my breasts together, giving me a full cleavage while the panties sat nicely in my butt and barely covered my smooth coochie. I walked over to my closet and pulled out a pair of sweat pants and a baggy college t-shirt, pulling them on to hide my sexy lingerie. Then I took a long coat from my closet, folded it up and put it in my overnight bag along with some more underwear, jeans and t-shirts, and a pair of nude colored peep toe heels. Then I pulled on an old pair of tennis shoes and headed for the door. I walked down stairs, the garter belt and stockings feeling odd under the sweat pants. "Okay, I'm going" I said to Jon who hadn't moved from his chair. He looked up from the TV and nodded. "When will you be back?" He asked, obviously still annoyed. "I'm not sure. I'm going to spend some time with my parents ... and we'll talk when I get back." "What do you want to talk about?" He asked, looking back at the television. I took a deep breath. "About us," I replied. "I don't think I can go back to the way things were. I just don't trust you anymore." Jon nodded as if I had told him I was going to the supermarket. I shook my head. I knew that what I was doing with Rich was wrong but he was the one who had cheated on me, he was the one who'd had chances to change, but I knew I couldn't forgive him anymore and I knew I didn't love him anymore. I sighed, grabbed my keys from the table and walked through the front door. Stepping out into the sunlight I slipped on my sunglasses and suddenly a feeling of relief and excitement washed over me. I'd thought that leaving Jon would be so difficult, but the warm, late afternoon sun on my face brought back memories of my afternoon with Rich and, just like the theory that the reason we forget why we walked into a room is because stepping through the door acts as some kind of primitive memory wipe, walking out of my own front door started to erase the hurt and anger I had felt over Jon's betrayal. The drive over to Rich's was pleasant and I sang along to my favorite songs on the radio. Rich's house was at the far end of a long street with a park a couple of doors away and a dirt access road leading at the top. I pulled past his house and onto the deserted road. Looking around to check that I was alone I opened my overnight bag on the seat next to me and ...