Weigh in... shows I lost 32 pounds. I can claim my prize...
Looking up at my lover I pull out my phone and send a text, "It is on for Tonight." After a few moments, my phone pings back, "Congrats, everything is ready." I show the texts to my lady and as she starts to respond I place a finger up to her lips and say, "Shhh." With a leering smile, I say, "We have time to get you dressed for the party, so please." With a wave of my hand, I usher my lovely into the bedroom.
Taking her hand I spin her around until she is facing me. Looking her in those beautiful blue eyes, I say, "Strip!" She starts to say something when I break in with, "Three Days of Anything I Want." Grinning like a schoolboy about to see his first set of tits, I say, "Strip!" My lovely woman that has been my lover for the last 7 years just looks at me as she slowly sheds her clothes. Stopping at her pretty black panties she put on for me, I say, "Those too."
Dropping them down she kicks them off so that she now stands totally naked before me. As long as we have been together she has no instinct to cover herself unless we are role playing. Looking her up and down, it is difficult not to crush her into an embrace. But instead, I say, "Please find the wife beater shirts that I have given you and lay them on the bed." Without any hesitation, she walks over to her tall dresser and opening one of the middle drawers rummages through some shirts until she pulls out two different ones.
Turning she holds them out by the shoulder straps so they dangle before her. Taking the soft green one I toss it on the bed and say, "Put the grey one on, please." I watch as she reaches up, her breast lift slightly as she slides her hands through the shirt and starts to pull it down. Being the buxom beauty she is she pulls the leading edge of the shirt away from her body so it can slide past those full breast. Then one last tug to pull it snug and show even more cleavage as she rolls her shoulders in her sassy move that drives me crazy. Blowing me a kiss as she does, knowing full well she could take control at any moment if she truly wanted it.
Taking a deep breath as my head tilts to the side slightly I watch for a moment longer before saying, "Damn fine. Now go get that skirt of yours, the on you wore when you met me dressed as a school girl at that hotel. Her smile drops away as panic seems to sink in and then she perks up and rushes past me into the closet. Not fast enough to avoid my hand as it sweeps around and slaps her firm ass as she brushes past.
I hear hangers sliding about and her muttering, "I know it is here somewhere." Then as quick as she disappeared she reappeared with the skirt in hand. Swaying it to and fro in front of her as she shimmies her shoulders at me. Those tits can have such a beautifully hypnotising effect. With a flashed smile at me, she bends to pick up the panties that she removed earlier.
As she catches the edge of the panties I place one hand on the small of her back and hold her down. With my other, I slap between her ass cheeks in an upward motion. Wedging one finger between her already lightly moist lips, I took it in and start vibrating my hand real fast. The tip slides in and out touching many of her sensitive areas. Such a woman with so many special spots I have never met.
Eventually, I release her and watch as she slowly tries to get her land legs back from all the minor orgasms she had. As she does I reach over and take the panties and toss them aside as I pick up her dropped skirt and hand it to her. With a peck on her cheek, I say, "Please put this on, and nothing else."
She looks at me for a second before sitting on the edge of the bed and sliding one foot through and then the other. Standing she slides it up over her hips and zips then buttons the skirt. The skirt came down to just inches above her knees. I say "The skirt was shorter than that one."
A twinkle comes into her eyes and with a sheepish grin she undoes the button and starts to roll the top edge of the skirt upward. Watching with interest I cup my hand and wave my fingertips upward to show that I want it higher. Giving it another twist it is now half way up her thigh. Another twitch of my fingers and it goes up a little more.
Her eyes open wide as my fingers twitch upward again and one more twist. Now it is barely covering her at all. With a smile, I give her a thumbs up and she lets go of the skirt and lets it settle onto her hips. Pointing to her flats I tell her we are ready to go. I grab a small bag that I had arrived with and wave my hand toward the door. She starts to baulk about toothbrushes and other things she will need, but I say, "Already packed everything we will need." and tap the bag in my hand.
I hold the door as she steps out into the warm summer night air. Nobody is around as we cross over to the car and being the gentleman I try to be, I open the door for her. Let her slide in and watch her skirt ride up that extra little bit. I try to distract her by saying, "I love you." as she swings her other leg in and I close the door. Going around I climb in and start the car.
She asks where we are going and I just smile and reply, "It is a surprise. We have been there before and you loved it." Handing her phone I say, "You may call your kids when you want. They worry when they can't get you." Turning I look at her and see her trying to tug her skirt down, and say, "Just lay your seat back and enjoy the ride." With that said I reach over and place my hand on her thigh.