There was a knock at the door. He can't be here already, she thought as she stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself tucking the loose end in between her breasts.
"I'm coming!" she called as she turned off the water and quickly hurried down the stairs.
"Hey," he said through the screen door as she walked into view. "You might want to lock this, especially if you're answering the door like that." he commented.
"You're early, but I guess I'll let you in." she smiled as she opened the door. He stepped inside and took a look around. "Wow, you've done a great job fixing up this place Jess. I like the bell, it gives it that nautical touch," he admired, nodding at the chrome ship's bell hanging on the wall by the door. "Thanks," she replied. "I found that at the antique store on the way into town the day I signed the papers on this place. I've always wanted one, it was like it was meant to be."
"Make yourself at home, I just need a minute to get ready," she said as she scurried off towards the bedroom.
A few seconds later she returned, still in the towel.
"So what do you think... blue, black or red?" she inquired as she held up three pairs of panties. In her fingers were a pair of silky blue undies, a lacy black thong and an almost non existent swath of red material that you could barely count as underwear.
"Not sure you're going to need any of those,'' he replied as he reached under her towel, grabbed her bare bottom and pulled her close for a kiss. The electricity between them was palpable as they embraced in a passionate hello. Still groping at her ass he slid one hand around her thigh and slipped a finger between her legs. "You don't waste any time do you?" she said. "Well I have been waiting all week for this," he replied as she felt his cock starting to come alive against her.
"I know, but now that we've said our hello's, you know the rules today -- hands to yourself!" she stated.
"You're not making that easy,'' he commented as she took a step away. Bending over she released the towel from her naked body and gave her hair a quick rub down. With her head bent low and ass facing him, she massaged the dripping ends of her dirty blond hair, wrapped it up in the towel then stood back up and slipped on the lacy black thong. He hadn't even left the doorway and already he was aroused. That first kiss and the sight of her bending over exposing her pussy had sent blood coursing through his body and he was no longer feeling that need for a second cup of coffee.
"Did you work this morning?" she asked, eyeing him up in his suit.
"Yeah, I had a presentation for a client first thing."
"How did it go?" she asked.
"Really well. They loved the ad campaign and signed a 3 year contract."
That's great news," she replied, "Congratulations!"
"I thought maybe you could help me celebrate... I have a few ideas."
"I bet you do," she smiled back.
She couldn't deny the sight of him in a suit turned her on. She could already feel the wetness beginning to build between her legs. Typically he was clad in a t-shirt and shorts and she was all for keeping it casual when it came to attire, but the novelty of seeing him all dressed up was a real treat.
Years ago she remembered tracking him down at his office, stopping by his advertising firm to let him know she had moved back to the area. She hadn't seen him since graduating college but he hadn't changed a bit over the decade or so she'd spent abroad except for a few flecks of grey in his hair. She was impressed how professional he looked sharply dressed in a suit and tie, not to mention incredibly sexy. It was a far cry from their college days when they considered jeans dressed up.
Ever since then she'd fantasized about visiting him at his office in the city. She imagined removing her painties in the underground parking garage, then riding the elevator up to the 21st floor. She'd then convince the receptionist she had an appointment with him, and they would squeeze her in immediately.
Once in his office, she would fuck him senseless in every position possible while his clients waited. She imagined his secretary trying desperately to ignore the muffled sounds of sex eminateing from behind the closed door. With only a tie around his neck they'd fuck on his desk, pressed up against the glass of the floor to ceiling windows, doggie style on the floor, on his lap in his desk chair, bent over the boardroom table, the leather couch... There wasn't an inch in his spacious corner office that you'd be able to shine a black light on when they were done. It was a silly fantasy, almost embarrassing to her, but it had become one of her go tos over the years.
"Well, let's celebrate," she said tugging at his tie and encouraging him to follow her to the bedroom. With little convincing needed he followed, admiring her thong clad ass. The slight sway to her hips was mesmerizing to him as she walked in front of him down the hallway. When they entered the bedroom she closed the door, removed the towel from her head and hung it on the doorknob before flopping onto the king sized bed.
