1. A Very Hot Confession


    Date: 8/18/2016, Categories: Quickie Sex, Author: HotLittleMoments, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    and its top acquired a fresh glister of pre-cum. It knew what was coming its way later. “I had plenty of time,” said Em. “I went back to the hotel (Em always stayed at a little place on the Left Bank, a former convent – she liked its cloistered environment and its studied, Gallic indifference to the privately arranged nocturnal activities of its guests) and got ready to go out in a leisurely manner. “I had a huge shower. I trimmed Ms Venus. I powdered and perfumed. I was feeling very horny by this stage because I had decided what to wear and I was sure it would make a good impression. “It was a very conservative rig,” she said. “I’d chosen that midnight blue dress with the just above the knee hemline. I’d decided to wear proper stockings. So I wore my little red garter belt underneath and its little matching red bra. My stockings were sheer skin-tone with a very sexy black lace arrangement at the top. “I wore some new ultra-high-heel black patent leather shoes with ankle straps. I put on that lovely blue and white silk and diamante choker you bought me last year – I hope you don’t mind that – and of course that fabulous Argyll champagne diamond ring I wear with my wedding ring.” She laughed. “When I checked myself out in the mirror I looked so good I could have eaten myself.” “Hadn’t you forgotten something Em?” said Ambrose. She laughed again. “Of course I hadn’t forgotten anything Ambrose. A girl always dresses with supreme care. I had decided not to wear panties.” ...
    Ambrose’s cock twitched again. “I arrived at the restaurant at 7.10. I wanted to be sure that Gilles – that’s his name by the way – was already there so he could watch me walk in and approach the table. It worked just as I’d planned. I was pleasant but formal and he was doing his best to put a good face on an evening he had obviously concluded was a waste of time. “It was delicious to be seated across from him at the small table-for-two we’d been given. He had no idea that my naked pussy was only a hand-grab away. “We ate lightly. He was an unusual Frenchman. I had an entree plate of langoustines in sesame seeds and curry sauce and then a lovely fine cocoa tart with a mocha crème glace. We drank a bottle of very nice white wine from Alsace and had cheese and coffee and cognac. “He made an attempt at a pass over the cocoa tart which I pretended not to notice. The meal was all over by 8.30. He was cheerful but I could tell he was disconsolate. “So then I said that perhaps he would like to come back to my hotel – he knew where I was staying – and we could have a nightcap at the bar. “We sat well apart in the back of the taxi but I patted his hand once or twice while we were talking. I could tell it was tormenting him. He was such a well-mannered young man that he wouldn’t let it show, however. “When we arrived at the hotel I purposely made a mess of getting out of the taxi as he held the door open for me. He got just a glimpse of black lace stocking top and red garter belt. He was like ...
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