Thanks to those who've asked me to write more, sorry it took so long! My thanks to Redhairedandfriendly for doing a sterling editing job for me and to Geronimo Appleby for the writing hints
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Liz threw back the measure of brandy she had just poured in one gulp and felt it burn all the way to her stomach. She paced nervously across the floor as she waited for the taxi to arrive. Checking her reflection for the umpteenth time, she adjusted her hair and clothing needlessly.
Oh god,
she thought.
What am I doing?
Despite her nervousness, heated arousal burned in the pit of her stomach. Her panties were already damp with the trickle of juice from her pussy lips. She'd spent most of the afternoon fantasising about what the night ahead would bring, and those thoughts had led to her hand creeping between her legs, her fingers furiously strumming her soaking clit and plunging inside her, bringing her to a frantic orgasm as she lay in the bath. She didn't know what Pete had planned for tonight. All she knew was that it would be something she'd never experienced before. Liz was nervous but determined that she would finally put her past behind her...
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It had been 18 months since Liz's husband had walked out on her for a woman 20 years her junior. As he'd walked out, he'd called her frigid, unappealing, sexually inept. The comments had cut her deeply. George had been her first and only lover, and everything she knew about sex, she'd learned from him. She'd tried to spice up their sex life over the years, but he'd seemed content with a 5-minute coupling every so often, while she'd lain in bed frustrated and yearning for something more.
After he'd gone, she had spent a long time in despair, thinking her life was over. After all, who would want a fat, frumpy 42-year-old woman? As time had passed, however, she had lost weight and her best friend had insisted that she get rid of her old fashioned clothing and go out and get a whole new wardrobe. She had been reluctant to buy many of the things Meg had forced her to try on but once at home in the privacy of her own room she had to admit that her friend had been right. The low-cut shift dress she was wearing now skimmed her generous curves in a very flattering way and the stockings and new lingerie she had indulged in had given Liz a real boost.
As part of her new lease on life, she'd gone to night classes and learned to use a computer. And that had led her to Pete. They had started out chatting on an adult internet site that Meg had insisted on signing Liz up to. She'd been reluctant initially, but curiosity had got the better of her. At first, she'd been shocked by some of the things she'd read, but over the months, she started to wish that she could participate in some of the sexual adventures other people seemed to consider as normal. Of course, when Meg had heard about Pete, she'd pushed her into meeting him. And that had been the start of her sexual liberation. Pete had shown her that she wasn't frigid, that she was a very passionate and exciting woman, but that hadn't been enough for her. Those things she'd read...the memories lurked in the back of her mind, teasing her, tempting her to take the next step. As she and Pete had lain in bed after a particularly frantic lovemaking session, she'd confessed her fantasies. And far from being disgusted, Pete had been enthusiastic. He'd agreed to help her experiment and explore her fantasies. At first it was just small things; they had sex outdoors, and he'd even taken her dogging once or twice. And then, one afternoon, he told Liz he'd arranged a surprise for her. All she had to do was turn up.
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Liz started as she heard a horn beep outside and glanced out the window, she realised her taxi had arrived. She grabbed her jacket and bag, gave herself one last look in the mirror before she walked out, locked the door behind her and made her way to the car. Once settled into the back seat, she gave the driver her destination and turned to gaze out the window, not really seeing the passing view as her mind raced, thinking about the evening to come. Pete had told her he'd booked a table at a local restaurant and she'd agreed to meet him there.
Nervously she smoothed her skirt, she realised the taxi was slowing to a halt. She glanced out the window, she'd arrived and her nerves bubbled to the surface again. She paid the driver with a trembling hand and stepped out of the taxi, grabbed her bag and coat and giving herself a shake.
Pull yourself together!
she thought. She took a deep breath and walked into the restaurant, glanced around, looking for the familiar face and found him almost instantly seated at a table for two. He smiled at her and stood up; she relaxed, returned the smile as she walked toward his table.
"You look beautiful," he said as she moved toward him. He touched her arm lightly and brushed his lips briefly over her cheek before settling her into her chair and returning to his own. "Would you like an aperitif? Some wine?" he asked as she picked up her menu.
The waiter filled her glass; she reached for it and took a large gulp. Pete smiled again.
"Don't be nervous Liz," he said, "I promise this will be a night to remember."
The rest of the meal passed in a haze for Liz. She vaguely remembered small talk, but her mind kept wandering to what lay ahead. Her nipples were stiff and her panties were sodden. She'd squirmed on the chair, desperate to touch herself, aware of Pete chuckling at her plight. Finally he'd taken pity on her and called for the bill.
As they left the restaurant, Pete opened the door of the waiting taxi and settled Liz inside before giving the driver the name of a residential area a few miles away. He sat back in the seat, moved toward her, and brushed his lips lightly across hers. Liz deepened the kiss, snaked her tongue between his lips, moaned softly as his hand moved to her stocking-clad leg and softly stroked upwards, underneath the fabric of her dress. As his fingers encountered the soaked material between her legs, he chuckled again.
"You're desperate to get fucked, aren't you?"
Liz panted heavily, hoping he'd slide his fingers inside her and ease the ache in her groin, but he pulled back, prolonging the agony. Before long, they came to a halt outside a large Victorian house, in a part of town Liz hadn't been to before. The place looked normal, no clue as to what lay inside; she slid out of the car as Pete handed money over to the driver. He took her hand in his and walked her up to the door.
He rapped briskly on the door; a few moments later it opened to reveal a young, blonde man, barefoot and dressed only in a pair of low slung jeans. Liz's gaze swept across his lean body before she followed Pete into the house. As she passed the young man, she felt his eyes rove over her, openly appraising her figure. She looked around and saw three more men, in their mid-twenties, all in various states of undress, and watching her entry into the house with predatory eyes. At that moment, Liz knew what Pete had planned for her and she swallowed heavily, torn with indecision. Now that she was finally here, she wasn't sure if she had the guts to go through with it.
Pete led her into a well-appointed sitting room and guided her to a leather sofa. Some unidentifiable music was playing low on the stereo. "Sit here for a moment, Adam will get you a drink." Pete walked out of the room, leaving Liz.
The young blonde man, who had followed them into the room, wandered over to a large cabinet and grabbed a bottle of brandy. He splashed a large measure into a nearby glass and handed it to Liz. He then poured out three more measures and took them over to the three other men, who had wandered into the room and settled on the other large couch, before settling next to Liz on the sofa.
"Erm....do you think Pete will be long?" Liz asked Adam.
He smiled, almost wolfishly, before replying. "No, I don't think he'll be too long. But he's told us all to make you feel at home while you wait. That's Paul, Mike and Rick over there." He pointed to the three other males in turn.
As she turned to look at them, the one Adam had indicated was called Mike, walked over to the sofa and sat down on the other side of her. His eyes ran over the swell of her cleavage. Liz felt her nipples tighten in response to the open appraisal. She stiffened suddenly as she felt a hand brush over her left breast and gasped as it cupped the heavy weight.
Instantly, she felt a surge of arousal between her thighs and it was some moments before she realised she hadn't ordered the young man to stop touching her. His thumb brushed roughly over the fabric covering her stiff nipple; she swallowed and enjoyed his touch with guilty satisfaction. As she wondered whether to tell him to stop, she felt another hand on her thigh. The stroking movement caused the fabric of her dress to slip further and further up her leg.
