This is the fourth in the series, I'm afraid there has been a long gap between submissions, real life commitments having intervened. For those of you who haven't already done so I would recommend that you read the first three before reading this fourth but hopefully not last in the series. Please enjoy.
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Emma was so disappointed when Hugo called to say he wouldn't be back tonight as he had to work. It was worse because she had planned a special surprise for him, for too long he had made fun of her ultra conservative underwear, each time they had made love it was Hugo who had told her what to wear. Sure she loved the racy panties and thongs, the silk against her sex and the bras that lifted and moulded her forty year old breasts but she wanted to choose for herself, wear something that would excite Hugo, really excite him so he would take her hard again and again, so hard, so often that she would barely be able to walk next morning.
Ruefully she looked at the lingerie and dress that she had bought that day. Not having tried everything on at once she wondered how she would look, so she decided that she would dress up just for herself, she stripped naked and showered feeling how smooth her pussy felt after the very expensive Brazilian and manicure and at the girl's persuasive manner she had plumped for a pedicure as well. Emma carefully rolled the sheer silk thigh high stockings up her legs so they hugged her thighs and stroked the silkiness with her finger tips, next was the tiny thong, she snorted to herself it wasn't tiny, it was miniscule and hid next to nothing. She decided after several attempts that it was impossible to wear a bra with her dress, It was an electric blue satin gown with no back and two narrow strips from her waist that tied behind her neck and separated her voluptuous breasts, the skirt of the dress was full length in two lace and satin panels slashed to the hip, one at the front and one at the back. Emma finished her make-up and ruby red lip gloss, she slipped on her four inch heels and stood in front of the full length mirror, staring disbelievingly at the vision staring back at her, she looked easily ten years younger. As she turned sideways the skirt part of her dress swirled and gave a brief tantalising glimpse of practically naked ass and white creamy thigh from her stocking tops upwards. Emma giggled to herself, Hugo didn't know what an eyeful he would be missing out on.
The meal was ready and Emma lit the two candles on the table that had been meant to provide a romantic setting for her and Hugo, now she would have to eat alone and dream of what might have been.
She was about to serve the meal to herself when the doorbell rang, not having time to cover herself she answered the door as she was.
"Hugo! What are you doing here I thought you were working?" she asked in surprise "And why didn't you use your key?"
Emma's skin tingled as his eyes swept over her and she knew he was mentally undressing her, she began to throb between her legs and her miniscule thong was already saturated.
"The work was actually nothing to do with me and I wasn't needed, as for the key I'm afraid I lost it, now are you going to let me in or shall I ravish you on the doorstep?"
She stepped aside to let him in as she was sure he wouldn't hesitate to carry out his threat to ravish her in public, Deep down she almost wished he would. As he brushed past her his hand slid into the slit in her skirt and between her legs feeling her throbbing and soaking pussy, she almost sagged as her legs turned to jelly.
"I'm starving, let's eat first."
Emma laid out two plates on either side of the table and sat down feeling Hugo's eyes on her the whole time. She tried to eat slowly so as not to give away her desire, her need to drag Hugo to bed and have him fuck her into next week. They were only halfway through the sumptuous steak and kidney pie when Hugo put down his utensils and said in a voice that made Emma tremble,
"Emma I do wish you would remove that ridiculous wet thong and give it to me for safe keeping."
Emma almost choked on her food. Hugo wanted her to take off her thong and give it to him in the middle of dinner?
"NOW EMMA."
His tone of voice was so commanding that she began to wriggle it over her hips.
"No Emma, not like that, don't be shy, come and stand beside me, I will assist you."
Emma stood on shaky legs and using the table for support she edged round to stand beside Hugo. Emma had to lift her skirt to reach her thong and her stockings and bare thighs were on display. She felt his hand on the back of her thigh, stroking it gently before moving to her bare ass . He helped her slide her sodden thong down to her ankles and she bent down to pick it up for him, she sighed blissfully as his finger slipped into her wet pussy. This is what she wanted.
