I want to thank HawaiiBill for his editing and Awful Arthur for his suggestions.
Freda met Nick on a dating site and they soon found out they were living in the same city. One date followed another and before long they were lovers. Nick was always trying to push Freda a bit further. Broadening her horizon, he called it. Freda would laugh, but most of the times she was more than willing to try something new. Except for his latest idea. No matter how much Nick reassured her that she would enjoy it, she was not so sure. And Nick had finally understood and dropped the matter completely. So, when he told her he was taking her to a Christmas party he was throwing for his co-workers, she was merely curious to find out where and what kind of a party it was going to be.
"Can't you give me a hint? What do I wear? Casual? Formal?"
Nick chuckled. "Not going to tell you, sweets. Just put on your silver-grey suit, the one with the short pleated skirt. It makes you look like an ice queen. Oh, and to please me, nothing under the jacket. Okay?"
"Nothing? Planning something naughty, are you?"
The only answer she got was the click as he put down the phone. Freda felt a tingle of anticipation run through her body. Nick was good at that; building anticipation. He would hint at something sexual but would take his time in actually doing something. He knew she loved that.
The silver-grey suit, hmm. She liked that one. The short skirt showed off her long legs but she hesitated over the jacket. Nothing under it meant no bra either, the deep v-neck would not allow one. She turned in front of her mirror to see how it looked. Her breasts were a bit heavy but the jacket was tailored enough to give her a nice shape. The sheer black thigh-highs gave her legs a glossy look and the small, dangling, silver Christmas globes in her ears were the perfect finishing touch. With a last look at herself she stepped into the black stilettos, picked up her purse and left the bedroom.
Nick was flipping through a magazine, but put it aside the minute she came in. His startling blue eyes took in every inch of her appearance.
"Perfect. Just perfect. You look absolutely fuckable."
He grinned as she made a face.
"Come here."
His hands slipped under the jacket, traveling up her back.
"Just checking if you paid heed to my request."
He laugh was a deep rumbling as Freda shivered. She couldn't help it, but she liked him stroking her back. The faint thrill came back and she stood on her toes to kiss him. Putting her arms around his neck, she pressed her body against his, letting him feel her breasts against his shirt. Nick was not going to give her more than a quick kiss though, not even when she pointed out they were standing under some mistletoe.
"Come on, sweets. We have some way to go."
Freda again tried to get some information out of him, but he refused to tell her where they were going or who threw the party. He just helped her in the car, taking a good look at her legs. As he drove out of the city, Freda turned on the radio, searching for Christmas music to get in the mood. The car was a safe little place as they sped through the night. There was not much traffic. Most people were at home, getting ready for their own Christmas parties.
"Freda? Will you do me a favor?"
Freda was startled out of her thoughts. She'd been thinking about later, when they would return to her place, or his.
"Sure, what is it?"
"Well, you look so classy and cool. I would love to see you do something hot and sluttish."
"Oh? Like what?" Freda heard her own breath hitching.
"Take off your panties?"
"Somehow, I feel there's more coming."
Freda laughed softly and Nick joined her, his deep belly laugh filling the inside of the car.
"That's right. I'd love to see your pussy. Just bend your one leg on the seat and turn my way a bit. Please?"
Freda puffed out an exaggerated sigh. Nick knew she could never refuse his pleading look. Wiggling her bottom a bit she managed to slip off the black lace panties. She hesitated a moment before putting them in the glove compartment. Next she turned her body towards Nick and put her leg on the seat. The short skirt fell back, giving him a perfect view of her shaved lips.
Nick looked aside frequently, making appreciative sounds. Finally he pulled the car over.
"Are you wet? Show me."
Freda felt the heat creep up to her face. She loved being watched and this exhibition was turning her on. With her eyes half-closed she slipped one hand between her legs, the other inside the jacket. Her nipples were already stiffening and she could feel her folds getting slick. She spread her legs a bit more and opened her pussy.
"See how wet you make me? Want to feel it?"
"No ... I just want to look at you, my classy slut who is showing me her wet slit, fingering herself. Go on, I know you want to."
