It was a crisp autumn morning as I sped along the freeway to Brigit's house. My stomach was doing somersaults and I felt like a teenager on his first date. But this wasn't a first date, it was an explicit invitation to Brigit's house for an afternoon of sensual delights. What Brigit had planned was a mystery.
I played over in my head the conversation that we had last night. We had spoken for two hours and at the outset the focus was on work, but then it gradually moved on to Brigit's personal life.
Brigit talked about her marriage breakdown and the discovery that her husband was having sex with prostitutes. He also had a drug problem and was dipping into their joint savings to feed both habits. It was incomprehensible to me why anyone would choose prostitutes over Brigit. She was stunning in my eyes and oozed sex appeal. I told her that and she thanked me for the compliment.
She told me that it had been a struggle to raise two kids on her own but the children were a great support and both had casual jobs. The extra money helped when they went on holidays which always included a week of skiing.
Brigit played the guitar and wrote her own songs. She said she had a song-bird voice that had elicited more than one marriage proposal.
"Wow, you're really talented," I told her.
"Speaking of talents," she replied, "when are you going to read me some of your stories?"
It was the content of those stories and Brigit's subsequent orgasm that led me to this point.
Fortunately the traffic was light for this time of day and I covered the twenty odd miles to her place in no time. I made a few wrong turns but eventually found the private housing estate where she lived. A solid black iron gate barred the entrance to strangers.
I found the visitor's parking and phoned Brigit to confirm which house was hers in the long row of identical houses. I didn't want to be strolling up and down drawing attention to myself.
"It's the first one on the left as you walk in the gate," she said excitedly. "See you in a minute."
I felt a familiar stirring in my jeans as I walked to her front door. I knocked lightly and within seconds, the door swung open. I heard a voice beckoning me inside.
The light from outside spilled through the doorway to reveal a contemporary living space. I noticed three leather lounges surrounding a glass coffee table, a mirror hanging on a wall above a white mantelpiece, and the room was carpeted. I could see a terracotta-tiled kitchen and casual eating area out the back.
I peered around the door and there stood Brigit, barefoot, and dressed in a nurse's uniform -- the type that you would order online. It was a garish white colour with red crosses and a matching white head scarf. I was surprised to say the least.
I stepped towards Brigit noticing that I towered over her. Brigit beamed up at me. I leaned down to kiss her hello and she put her arms around my neck. The kiss was brief but I enjoyed how succulent her lips were.
I stepped back to look at her. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, she had a brilliant white smile that a dentist would be proud of, and her skin was lightly tanned. She did a twirl for me and I noticed her shapely legs and hard calf muscles that we had joked about in a text message. I could just make out the bottom half of her ass cheeks peeking out from her uniform.
"I don't remember you being this tall," she said, with a twinkle in her eye.
"And I don't remember you being this short," I replied in kind. "But I suppose it's because you're barefoot and I'm wearing shoes. Still...how tall are you?"
"I'm 5ft 4in." She replied. "How tall are you?"
"I'm 6ft 1in... but now..." I said as I slipped off my shoes, "I'm still 6ft 1in."
Brigit slapped my shoulder playfully and grabbed my hand. "Let me give you the grand tour of the house."
We walked a few steps and she said, "This is the log fire that the kids and I huddle around in winter." We both chuckled as she pointed to a gas heater.
She led me through to the kitchen and seated me on a bar stool. As I sat down, she stepped between my legs. "That's better," she said. "Now we're the same height."
I looked into her blue eyes and pulled her to me. Her head tilted and we kissed, our tongues meeting for the first time. My hands busied themselves caressing her thighs and ass. I broke away and ran my tongue lightly up her neck to her earlobe. Brigit shuddered.
God, you smell delicious," I said as I breathed in her scent. "What are you wearing?"
"It's Dolce and Gabbana. You like?" She already knew the answer.
My cock was semi-hard and I was getting excited. I nibbled on her earlobe and returned for another kiss.
"This feels nice," I said, as my hands continued stroking her ass cheeks. The flesh was soft and warmed to my touch. My hand snaked down further to the juncture between her legs.
"Mmm," Brigit moaned instinctively.
My fingers slid straight into her pussy unencumbered. It was loose and welcomed the intrusion easily.
"GOD, you're wet!" I exclaimed.
"I had a bit of time to entertain myself before you arrived," she replied, grinning slyly.
My fingers continued luxuriating in the feel of her sex.
"Oh, that's the spot," Brigit sighed. Her excitement was clearly evident by the squelching sounds her pussy was making.
I sought out her breasts from the confines of her outfit. I grabbed one firmly, pulling it free and rolled the nipple lightly between my fingers. I watched it harden and bent down to suck it into my mouth.
"Oomph," Brigit grunted. Her breath was ragged as my tongue pushed her nipple around, flicking it back and forth.
She pushed herself away from me and asked if I would like anything to drink. She walked into the kitchen and poured herself a wine and soda. I opted for a glass of water.
"What's with the soda water?" I queried.
"If I have more than two glasses of wine I may fall asleep and we don't want that, do we?!"
"Hell no!" I agreed.
"Come on," she said, grabbing my hand and pulling me to the stairs. I followed closely behind watching her sexy hips sway back and forth. At the top of the stairs, I asked for directions to the toilet.
She turned to her right and pointed to a closed door. "You'll need to turn the light on, which is inside the door to the left. I'll be down here," she said, directing my gaze to a door halfway down the hall.
"Ok, I won't be long."
Unzipping my jeans, I wondered how I was going to pee in my present state. I drank some water and tried to think of anything but the sexy vixen down the hall. I half squatted and poked my ass out at an odd angle, finally getting the angle right.
