1. First Date After


    Date: 9/20/2015, Categories: Mature, Author: ClarkRoberts, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    feel so sexy. In my bedroom I tried on one outfit. It was too tight. Disappointed, I tossed it back into the closet. The next outfit was too big. Disappointed, I let it fall to the floor. The third was out of style. Discombobulated, I slung it on the bed. I sat down heavily and buried my face in my hands ready to give up. Glancing at my open closet, I spied a hint of black. I remembered Coco Chanel’s famous quote: “One is never over-dressed or underdressed with a little black dress.” Leaping off the bed, I snagged the garment and held it up to myself. Studying my reflection in the mirror, I concluded that Coco was correct. The black dress would be perfect for my date. Laying the dress on the bed, I reached into my underwear drawer for a pair of panties. Searching the drawer, I found a black lace thong. I didn’t usually wear a thong, but when I did, it made me feel so sexy. Like most women when I felt sexy, I felt good about myself. I recalled another less famous, but just as profound Coco Chanel quote: “You live but once, so you might as well be amusing.” I decided to take Coco’s advice. I wanted to be amusing. So I stepped into the thong, slipping it up my legs. The back T-strap invaded my ass crack, leaving my buttocks bare. The lacy front rested snugly against my simmering snatch. I was so excited that the wet folds of my cunt embraced the black lacy material into an alluring camel-toe. Smiling at my reflection in the mirror, I ran my finger between the puffy lips of my ...
    pussy. Naughtily, I cooed, “That’s where I want Rory to put his hard cock, but I really can’t let him.” Taking a pair of black thigh-high stockings from the drawer, I sat on the bed. The bedspread was cool against the flesh of my bare butt. Hiking a leg, I caressed a stocking up it and then the other one. I adjusted the band of each stocking, sending a sensation of anticipated ecstasy up my trembling thighs. My entire body was aroused. I felt light-headed. I closed my eyes to stop the room from spinning. I exhaled an anxious breath and chided myself, “You need to get control of yourself girl. You can’t fuck Rory. It wouldn’t be proper.” My large breasts heaved with exhilaration. Cupping a breast in each hand, I gave each one a playful squeeze. I moaned. My excited nipples stood rigid. Hissing, I pinched each nipple then gave each a gentle twist. Familiar warmth deep radiated deep in my belly. Arousal further flooded my pussy and dampened my thong. I ached with sexual desire. Collapsing onto my back, I lay still on the bed. Sighing, I said to myself, “You need to calm down, Miranda, or you’ll be mounting that poor boy as soon as he walks through the door.” I chalked up my horniness to the lack of sex. Like a wanton slut, I traced my shaky hand down my torso. As my fingers lightly caressed my tummy, it quivered. Finally, my hand rested between my legs and I could feel its heat through the fabric of my thong. I pushed my palm against my panty-covered pussy. Groaning with need, I ...
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