Jennifer strode down the curved staircase, the long, slim length of her legs emphasized by the sheen of sheer black stockings. Her hips were cocked forward, the silk of her panties rubbing against her receptive mound. Her mouth was slightly open and her tongue nervously moistened her glistening lips.
Alex watched with growing excitement as her short skirt swung sensuously across her tensing thighs. Her heavy breasts rolled insolently behind her white silk blouse, the rouged nipples hard and obvious, their only confinement the sheer blouse and the cobweb thin lace that was her camisole.
Alex stepped forward and took her hand as she left the staircase. The tension between them was strong, as the anticipation of this meeting had stirred them both. Neither spoke as he led her to the car, the dimmed interior beckoning and offering privacy as she stepped into the rear. Her skirt slid high showing the darkened top of her stocking, the creamy thigh cut by the thin black strap of her garter belt.
Jennifer settled on the cool leather seat and straightened her full skirt across her legs. There was no modesty in the gesture, she knew that Alex had glimpsed the flash of thigh and wanted his excitement to be heightened by this obvious concealment. As Alex slid in beside her she crossed one leg over the other, and her fine gold ankle chain caught the light of an overhanging street lamp.
She heard Alex catch his breath and then, after he had given his driver directions, he triggered the lock which sent the smoked glass partition hissing shut. The car noiselessly moved off and Jennifer sat, her body tensed expectantly, waiting.
Three hours before the day had seemed like any other. Jennifer had been clearing her desk ready to go home, when Alex had walked in.
"I was told you have some exclusive Italian leather gift lines, by Joan Paget. You know her of course?"
Jennifer started. Joan Paget? Of course she knew her. She and Joan had once been lovers.
She remembered lying naked across a large, round, pink, satin covered bed, and her heels scrabbling to grip the coverlet as Joan's tongue flicked at her open cunt, while the steady throb of the thin vibrator in her arse spurred her into climax after climax.
"Oh! .........Joan. How is she?
"Very well! She left for the States this morning."
Jennifer felt the familiar stirring. This man looked very attractive.
She took in the wide line of his shoulders, her eyes moving down across his hard stomach and resting on the tight hard knot that was his crutch.
"I'm sorry. My samples are all down at Double Bay. I'll have them back in the morning. Can I show you then?'
"Sure."