Day three part two.
As noon rolled closer I kept the phone close by.
Beyond waiting for him to turn up I had little else really left to do. The house was tidy, as was i.
I was as nervous as I was excited, finally at quarter past twelve the phone plinked.
"Sorry, on way now. Will be about fifteen minutes. X"
I replied with a simple line of kisses and quickly went to the bedroom and looked in the mirror.
I stripped out of the jogging bottoms and t-shirt and quickly pulled out fresh underwear.
Black. That's sexy right? I thought to myself and quickly changed into it after dashing to the bathroom for some quick cleaning.
Dabbing on a little perfume I found a pair of hold ups and pulled them on.
My legs were still silky smooth and as I pulled the sheer tights I got a thrill from touching my legs as I readjusted the tops.
In the bottom of my wardrobe I pulled a pair of two inch heels and slipped into them.
I could feel my calves tingle as I walked down the stairs.
On the wall by the door was a black scarf.
In for a penny..
I looped it round my neck loosely and walked carefully into the front room and looked one last time in the mirror.
This wasn't me I thought as I looked at the sexy woman staring back at me, almost shrouded in waist length hair, smokey makeup and looking confident in her bra and knickers.
I watched as the woman in the mirror blew me a kiss and drew a hand up her body, lightly touching her stomach, up to her breasts and cupping one of them with a gentle squeeze, a finger drawing circles around a nipple, bringing it to errection beneath the fabric of the bra.
I kept watching as she lowered her other hand in to her knickers and slowly worked at herself under the fabric.
I could feel her touching me, this strange mirror woman, her hand teasing my other breast and nipple, her hand stroking me, a finger sliding down the crack of my sex.
I watched as she slowly removed her hands from my body and our eyes locked.
The doorbell rang and startled I turned away from the mirror, but she was still in me, waiting for when I could let her appear again.
As I opened the door I stood behind it so only my head showed.
"So.. Here I am.." He said.
"Come on in, shoes off and leave your bag in the hall for now.." I told him as I closed the door behind him.
With his bag left off to one side and his shoes on a rack by the door he finally turned round to face me.
As he done so I watched his face.
A little confusion, some humour and a lot of desire.
"That's a beautiful table you set.."
I took off the scarf and looped it round his neck.
"If sir would like to come this way.."
I felt suddenly detached from myself and like a passenger in my own body I watched as the mirror me pulled the scarf up to his eyes and knotted at the back, taking his hand in hers and leading him slowly upstairs, every third step she placed his hand on a different part of her.
First on her arse, where his hand groped and slid across the fabric of her knickers, a finger teasingly sliding under the rim of one leg in to the recess of her arse before she led him up further.
On the sixth step she placed his hand on her breasts, where he slowly fondled them. I watched as her nipples hardened under his touch.
She had waited like I had since last time to have him, to be had by him, again.
On the ninth step she put his hand to her mouth, her breath touching lightly as she kissed each fingertip, joint and knuckle.
I watched as she slowly took his forefinger in her mouth and sucked it down before letting it slide out of her mouth.
On the twelveth and final step, as he reached the landing I watched as she pushed his wet finger into her knickers, I could feel it ease into her, past her stiffened clit with a pulse of pleasure, between her lips and deeply into her.
There on the landing I watched as they kissed, him blindfolded, her with a hand slowly bringing her close to orgasm before she broke off the kiss and led him into my bedroom.
She stripped off his shirt and pushed him gently back on to the bed.
As he lay back she crawled on to the bed, kissing along his body, up his chest, through the tumble of hair there until she was kissing him again.
His arms wrapped around her, the me from the mirror, pulling her into a hard and desperate embrace, I could almost feel the pressure on her lips as they kissed, the rising heat inside of me as I watched, a voyeur in my own body.
Her legs were either side of his waist and he pushed, still clothed in his trousers, grinding against her.
I felt the pressure of him against my pussy, the singular rigidity of his cock driving against my lips and clit through my knickers the other me wore.
I watched, aroused, as their heated kissing and dry humping eased off, as she sat up and crawled over his body.
He kissed each patch of skin as it came to his mouth, her breasts, her stomach and her thighs as she settled over his face.
Gently resting over his head she ground her knickers against his mouth, I looked on as he responded, reaching up to kiss her through the fabric.
As she slowly eased back and forth, her hips and lower back doing most of the work she placed a hand on the headboard of her bed to steady herself.
"Is sir ready for his main course.." The voice sounded so strange. Did I really sound like that? It was low and husky, almost sexy. No, no it was sexy.
Suddenly something else bloomed in me, a desire to add something else to my fantasy list.
"Yes... Let me eat.." He replied under her and reached up to slide her knickers down as she stood up over him.
She turned round and eased back onto his face.
The shock to my senses was immediate sharp.
His mouth locked on to my hard clit and sucked on it, I pushed back on to his face hard, his beard doing exactly what I thought it would, the tickle across my inner thighs, stray hairs brushed against my waiting lips.
I realised suddenly how horny I was, how much that strange detachment allowed me to see what was happening beyond simply being there.
But now I was no longer detached, I was riding his face hard, his hands caressing my arse, pulling wide my cheeks to better get at my pussy as I bucked on his face.
His mouth released my clit and I felt his tongue ease between my lips, probing inside me, licking and lapping, each move of his tongue bringing a wave of warmth and pleasure to me.
I still had the knickers in one hand and with the other I undone his trousers, his cock was hard and poking out of his boxers as I eased them down.
I took my knickers that had been tongued, kissed and nibbled by him and draped them over his cock, wrapping it up in the lacey black fabric.
As he ate my pussy he moaned whilst his cock wad wrapped up.
The noise of him made me realise how quiet I had been.
That realisation broke the dam and with each grind and push I moaned and groaned, my own noise seemed to stir him to pull me down harder on his face, the intensity of what he was doing increased.
My orgasm couldn't be denied, that slow burning build up spreading throughout my entire body.
Fucking his face harder and faster I came, his name still not on my lips.
I became still as I came, hard shudders coming on me as he eased his mouth from my surprisingly sensitive pussy.
My breath caught in my lungs for a moment, unable to breath as o became light headed, with each shudder that I suffered a pulsing orgasm flowed through me.
Finally I was able to breath again. I stayed straddling his face, and leaned down whispering.
"Time for your desert sir.."
My lips touched his cock, still hard, still wrapped in my knickers.
The scent of my own sexual perfume and the heat from his loins was delicious and I savoured it for a few moments before undoing the package a little, kissing it again, repeating this process until I removed the knickers from his cock entirely and took it in my hand.
It was thicker than I remembered from when we were younger, though maybe all the foreplay of licking my pussy gave him time to become truly hard, sustained by the intimacy and sexual act he had committed for me.
It stood hard, unmoving except a little twitch and wrapped my fingers around it around half way down.
I opened my mouth just enough to lick my lips before I brought it to them.
The smooth skin of his cock surprised me as well. He wasn't circumcised from what I remembered but here he was, sans foreskin.
I had to admit it looked all the better for it and as m lips touched it he sighed deeply against my pussy, sending another quasi orgasmic shudder through me.
The cock slipped into my mouth, and my lips closed around it.
My eyes closed and I focused on the smooth hard cock as it went a little deeper, past the hard upper pallette of my mouth, my tongue under it feeling as the tip pushed against it and to the soft tissue at the back of my throat.
I was in control as I eased back a little, his hips riding up, the cock pushing back in to me.
I pushed gently in his hips and they lowered, my head following suit.
Slowly we repeated this, my head pulling back further each time until I went a little faster, able to take the pace as he began to fuck my face like I had his.
His pace became faster, more urgent. I pushed him hard down onto the bed and kept him pinned there as I eased his cock totally out of my mouth, it twitched in time to his heartbeat.
I took the end back into my mouth, my tongue licking it like a sweet, my lips closing tightly around it as I, slowly at first but building up to a faster speed, tugged him off into my mouth.
His breathing became ragged like mine had when I came, he moaned out my name against my pussy as I felt him cum into my mouth.
The first spurt was tentative, the second hitting the back of my throat and causing me to gag and retch a little at the unexpected blast.
I could feel him about to cum again so I quickly sat up, his hands on my arse, his tongue suddenly back inside me as I tugged him to a third and final spurt of spunk.
His third load emptied over his chest, stomach and my hand.
And as he came so again did I, bucking on his face enough to make the bed headboard rattle against the wall.
I didn't care if the neighbours were in and wanted to complain.
My pussy was being eaten in the most exquisite way that left me breathless once more as I finally eased off from his head.
I lay beside him, both of us panting, a huge beaming smile plastered on his face, the earthy taste of his cum still filling my mouth.
"Cheque please.." He joked half raising a hand.
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Mwah Ms GR 
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Barely thirty seconds went past, long enough to find cream and gold matching underwear, and the phone plinked again.
" 
" was the only reply. Hopefully that gave him something to think about.
In just my undies I went down to my kitchen and sorted out a cup of tea, looking at the clock.
As the tea sat on the side I used a drier on my hair, it went a bit fluffier than usual and I realised that it wouldn't be to easy to tame into my usual braid so I decided to wear it long and umbraided.
I looked at the clock again.
Time enough to get dressed and put on makeup.
Back in my room I put the dress and cardigan on the bed, a pair of one inch heeled shoes.
As I walked I suddenly realised how smooth my legs were.
I sat on the edge of the bed, pulling one leg up in front of me, my hand stroking the smooth skin. I'd never managed to get them this good before.
I hoped he'd appreciate it.
On a whim I pulled out a pair of fishnet hold ups, sat again on the edge of the bed and slipped a foot into one, sliding it up my leg.
The fine mesh stroking my leg, the gentle touch of my fingers sliding up my legs.
A hot flush hit me, I felt suddenly horny, it had been a while since I really felt like this.
What was my mind doing to me, memories flooded me and I struggled to put the other hold up without wanting to pull my knickers down to satisfy the urge that was rising up in me.
Doing my best I managed to finish getting dressed, do my make up and rebrush my hair before I had to do something about it.
I went to the drawers by my bed and opened them, reaching to the back and found what I was looking for.
Two black metal orbs linked and part enclosed in silicone.
I sat back down on the edge of the bed and pulled my dress up, it all but hissed as it slid over the fabric of the hold ups.
Pulling my knickers down to my ankles I leaned back slightly, opening my legs at the knees and keeping my ankles together.
I felt exposed, but hot, and as I slid a finger into myself I found I was wet enough to not need any other lubricant.
The first orb slipped inside, a gentle feeling of being full, but I eased the other in, the silicone string and loop resting against my wet pussy as I pulled my knickers back up and readjusted the dress, licked my fingers and pulled on the light cardigan.
I was ready now.
With my little secrets inside me moving gently as their inner ball-bearings moved as I walked to the restaurant.
Mwah
Ms GR 
