Then Saturday came and I found myself dreaming of my sexy phone conversation with Paul and dressing in a tight black leather miniskirt with stiletto heels and a halter top that barely kept my 34C tits in place. I’ll let him buy me a drink or two I rationalized as I pulled up my favorite red lace panties knowing full well that I was about to let him use me any way he wanted.
I arrived at 10:17, hoping he wouldn’t know I was two minutes late. I can’t believe how nervous I was that he would catch me two minutes after the time he demanded. Then I sat and waited. I realized that he had me get there early just so I’d squirm in my chair with my wet pussy for 15 minutes before he arrived.
He walked in and greeted me warmly. “Susan” he said with a smirk “You look better than I expected.” He kissed my cheek without asking, sat down next to me at the bar.
He was charming and seemed smart we he spoke, just like he did on our hot phone conversation but I couldn’t really focus on what was being said, I was too busy trying not to soak through my skirt because I was already three steps ahead fantasizing about him bending me over the bar and fucking me right there.
We chatted and he did most of the talking, like in our sexy phone conversation and after about twenty minutes he looked me right in the eyes with a stern gaze as he said “You’re so horny you haven’t heard a word I said in the last few minutes. All you can think about is that pussy” – before I had any chance to react he slid his hand up my skirt, clawed across my thigh and tried to plunge a stiff finger into my box.
Then the mood changed completely. His smile went away and I wondered what I had done wrong. “Panties Suzan? You had better have a very good explanation for failing to obey.”