"I'm coming, I'm coming," Stephanie said aloud as she hurried to the kitchen to answer the phone. "Hello," she answered after picking up on the sixth ring.
"Steph? It's Charles," she heard him say through an unclear connection.
"Charles! I can barely hear you. Are you on your cell?"
"Yes, I …….thinking you might………to go……club….tonight."
"Charles, I can't really hear you. I was going to call you anyway. How would you like to come to my place for dinner tonight? Maybe we can go out afterwards."
"Sounds great," accepted Charles through the static of the connection. "How .…. 7:30 sound?"
"7:30 is perfect, Charles. Do you remember how to get here?"
"Yep, I just gotta go…….to the second……..first right………", and he was gone.
Stephanie hung up the phone with a smile. His voice sounded so sexy to her over the phone, even if it was a lousy connection. It had been a perfect Saturday so far. The newspaper was actually on the porch this morning and not in the bushes. The kid that mows the lawn wasn't out there at 7:30 AM to wake her. Charles called
her
before she called
him
. Yes, a perfect Saturday.
Stephanie had been lazing around all day and now it was time for her to get moving. Before getting in the shower, she inspected her naked body in the mirror. She still carried some of the extra weight that child bearing can leave with a woman. Joining a gym was now on her personal agenda. She didn't consider herself fat. Some of the younger men would probably call her "thick". Her breasts were large enough for gravity to have its effect which used to concern her but that didn't matter now. Charles made her feel sexy. That's what mattered. She didn't know what he saw in her, but he saw something and she loved it.
In the shower, she shaved her "promised land". When finished, she stroked her fingers across her bare pussy lips and enjoyed the new tender smooth feeling of her fleshy twat. Allowing one finger to slip between her lips, she gave her clit a gentle press. The sensation was lovely and caused her to think of Charles' licking her sweet spot. Closing her eyes, she pictured him kneeling in front of her with his head between her legs. Her finger began circling her swelling nub. In her mind's eye she could see Charles eating her twat and stroking his cock. She turned her back to the shower head and tilted her head back to let the water rush through her hair, down her back and over her ample buttocks. The fingertips of her free hand traveled up her belly to her breasts. She let them pass across one nipple and take hold of the other. Delicately, she pinched and twisted it while the circular motion of her hand between her legs increased.
"Oh, ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhh, Charles. Eat me, Baby. Eat me," she moaned through clenched teeth as her legs began to shudder from the pleasure of her gentle fingers on her clit.
She released her nipple to put both hands between her legs. One held her throbbing pussy lips open while the other continued the rapid massage of her pulsing clit. Her moans grew louder as her orgasm approached. The motion on her clit was no longer rapid, it was frantic, and Stephanie was screaming. Surrounded by tile and the glass enclosure, her voice was amplified tenfold.
"Oh, Jesus! Charles, eat my pussy! Please, eat my pussy!" she wailed and squatted in the bottom of the tub before her legs gave out from beneath her. Her entire body quaked when the orgasm ravaged her. She grasped the side of the tub to keep from falling over. The hand on her clit was now just a blur to the eye. She sank two fingers deep into her twat and could feel the contractions of her cunt while her orgasm had its way.
"Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, OH FUCK!" Stephanie howled while her fingers screwed her steamy snatch. Quivering, she laid down in the bottom of the tub. The hot water beat on her naked body. A smile of pure satisfaction crossed her lips. She wished Charles had been here to watch her. Maybe later.
When she able to stand, Stephanie climbed out of the shower, dried herself off, blow dried her hair and went to her bedroom to dress. She chose a tight black skirt of mid-thigh length, a sheer burgundy blouse, her burgundy bra and dark pantyhose. Inspection of her outfit once she was dressed showed that her bra was visible through the blouse. She decided to take the bra off. On re-inspection, it was now her bare nipples that were visible through the blouse. Perfect, Charles would love it.
* * *
Stephanie answered the door on the first ring of the doorbell. Charles stood at the door dressed in a white cotton oxford shirt, the tightest jeans Stephanie had ever seen on a man and brown penny loafers. Cradled in his arm were a dozen yellow roses. At that moment, Stephanie thought he was the sexiest young man on the planet. His eyes went wide as saucers when he saw her breasts through her blouse. He was speechless.
"Oh, Darling, the roses are beautiful. Please come in," Stephanie said and took the roses from him. "Let me go put these in some water."
Charles' eyes crawled all over her body as she turned away from him. He quickly stepped up behind her, put his arms around her and cupped her breasts. "You are so sexy," he whispered in her ear.
"Thank you, Honey, but you'll have to wait until after dinner," she replied with a broad smile. Just as it was during their first encounter, Charles made her feel so damned hot and she loved it. "Go ahead and have a seat at the table. I'll bring the food."
When she went to the kitchen, Stephanie had to stop and catch her breath. Her pussy was already hot and she thought about forgoing the meal and just fucking him on the dining room floor. No, she had prepared a delicious meal for the two of them. Besides, the enticing temptations they would feel for each other during dinner would make the rest of the evening's events much more enthralling.
She returned to the dining room to find Charles sitting at the table. He had already poured the wine. She placed his plate of pork tenderloin, steamed green beans and roasted new potatoes in front of him and leaned down to kiss him. His skin smelled of Hugo Boss. His lips were tender on hers.
While they ate, Charles tried his best to keep up a steady stream of conversation but found it next to impossible with Stephanie's tits glaring at him through her blouse. She saw the difficulty he was having and she knew why. All through dinner, she wore a sly knowing smile.
"Charles, why did you come home with me when we left the bar the other night?" Stephanie asked.
"Because you invited me."