Wendy was 43, very attractive, meticulously groomed, and wore only the very best, expensive designer clothes. Her husband was very wealthy and worked in finance. They owned a big mansion in Double Bay with a superb water view.
Wendy did not have to work and did whatever she wanted. Her husband was often away with work and so she would spend her days shopping, going to lunch with friends, and then more shopping intermingled with trips to the beauty salon and hairdressers. She liked art and would often frequent the art gallery with friends buying some pieces for display in her 'mansion'. Price was not an issue and she bought whatever she wanted. She was rich, attractive, and always got her way. To some her curt manner was almost rude.
But she charmed all the men she met. They noticed her big tits before anything else. She knew her sexuality could get her whatever she wanted, after all, she had used it to marry her wealthy 'older' husband. The old fool. She had had a few very discreet affairs in the 5 years they had been married. She loved everything expensive in life.
It was a Tuesday and she had her usual appointment at the hairdressers. She drove the Mercedes up to the 'customer parking bay' and then made her way inside the salon. But today there was a new person working at the saloon.
"What happened to Linda?" Wendy asked the owner, Mrs. Krueger.
"She had to fly back to New Zealand because her mother is ill, so we have a new employee on the team. His name is Antonio. He is only on a working holiday from Italy but he is very charming and highly trained. He will be doing your hair today if that's okay?"
Wendy looked Antonio up and down. He was tall with smouldering good looks, broad shoulders and an incredible white smile. Wendy estimated he was probably in his mid 20's. There was a very sexual aura about him. Devilish thoughts raced through her mind. She loved to fantasise about illicit sex. But this man had no money or position. She only fucked wealthy men. Her husband never had the time for her, always busy with work and overseas business trips. She was ready for another affair, but not with Antonio.
She thought to herself: "A bit of flirting and teasing won't do any harm". She loved to cock-tease.
She finally answered Mrs. Krueger, "Sorry, yes Antonio can cut my hair, that will be fine thank you".
Antonio had already been told that Wendy was one of their very best wealthy customers and she was to be given every bit of attention. She sat in the chair and introduced herself to Antonio. "Call me Tony" he said to her in his lovely sexy accent.
He run his fingers through her hair and began to massage her scalp. It felt good and she sunk a little lower in the chair. She asked him where he was staying. He told her he had obtained an ideal apartment, on a 6-month lease, not far from the salon. He shared the apartment with a few friends who had come to Australia with him.
"Mrs. Krueger tells me that you like art Wendy?" Antonio said. "I am an artist back in Italy, only beginning though". Wendy was interested. He continued "I don't have any of my art here but I do have some photographs if you would like to see them? Perhaps we could have coffee one day and I will bring them along to show you?"
Did Wendy hear correctly? Was this man asking her for coffee? They had only just met, still, he was a fascinating man and she thought "Why not?"
"Thank you Tony, that would be lovely. Although you must let me pay". She told him where to meet her the following day. A place she didn't frequent often but it was ideal for cosy lunches and the booths provided some privacy for diners.
The next day she was excited about her lunch with Tony. She was the quintessential cock-teaser and so she dressed accordingly. She wore a very short but stylish skirt, a tight blouse, with matching shoes and handbag. The outfit was worth more than Antonio would make in 3 months cutting hair. She had, underneath all this, a black bra and panties.
As she was leaving she had a wicked thought, stopped, lifted her skirt, and peeled off her panties leaving them behind. She said to herself: "Perhaps Tony may like a glimpse of what he cannot have".
She met Tony who was exactly on time. Good. She liked punctuality. She caught Tony looking at her legs and tits and she got a rush. Manipulating men was her forte. "Keep looking Tony" she thought to herself "You will never get to fuck me so just dream on you poor dumb wop hair-cutter".
They sat at the table that she had reserved and the waiter took their order. She crossed her legs and made sure Tony got a good look at her high upper thighs. She was in her element. They both ordered red wine and drank a glass each before the meal arrived while she flipped through the photo album of Tony's artwork. After a short while Wendy had to go to the 'ladies room' and excused herself.
The second round of wine arrived and Tony discreetly spiked the drink with a clear fluid.
Wendy came back and sat down. "I can only have this one last glass of wine Tony because I am driving".
Their meals arrived and they continued to talk about art, hair, and other things. She flirted with him sticking out her tits and crossing and re-crossing her legs, then discreetly letting her skirt ride high enough for him to get a glimpse of her cunt. She aroused herself in this way with many men. After about 20 minutes she started to get light-headed and felt as though she had drunk two bottles of wine rather than two glasses.
"I don't understand it" she said "Two glasses never does this to me"
Tony suggested that he give her a lift home because he didn't want her to drive. She paid the bill then handed him the keys to the Mercedes to Tony.
