7.47 ... It was nearly time. All Martin had told me was he was picking me up at 8.30. I looked at the birthday card once again. 'Be ready. Be dressed ready to be undressed'. Butterflies, my stomach was full of them. I mean, we'd discussed all kinds of fantasies over the last few months ... was he putting one in place. And what actually does 'be dressed ready to be undressed' mean. I come to the conclusion that somebody is going to see my underwear tonight. More butterflies. I choose a black satin effect thong, a quarter cup bra, a nice deep 6 strap suspender belt and some elegant black Mayfair stockings. As I sat rolling the stockings up my legs I was so turned on by the feel of them and the excitement of this evening that I laid back on the bed, reached under the pillow for my trusted bullet, opened my legs a little, pulled my thong to the side and gently placed the bullet on my exposed clit. Oh my god, immediately it felt so good. I'd only intended to put a smile on my face but found myself applying more pressure and twisting the top until the power was full. With new batteries in just last night it felt amazing and wasn't long before I had to force myself to turn it off as I only wanted to edge a little and I was on the brink of an orgasm. I took some deep breaths to calm the pulses I could feel beating within my pussy then slowly sat up. Readjusted my thong, put my heels on and selected a tight fitted laced top short black dress. I must admit I felt pleased with the mirror tonight. Even my hair fell just right. I turned to the side .... Hmmm ... bum looked great. Tum looked a bit larger than I'd like, I breathed in and felt better already. Nipples were semi visible, small clusters of patterns in the lace disguising the immediate vision. And then, before I could get more engrossed and critical the doorbell rang. Now a pounding in my chest as I walk down the stairs and open the door with a nervous smile |
