"Oooooo..Ngobo!!!", I speak out, as I'm in my morning shower playing with my pussy while reminiscing the evening before. I'm so pleased I don't have to insist on fully clothed sex with him, at least on my part. Such an understanding young man. We never did enjoy the fire in the living room. He wound up taking me on the billiard's table in the recreation room, then on the plush velvet sofa that's next to it afterwards. I had changed from the holiday party dress into one of my business suits, although I left my luxurious beige Albert's rh&t stockings on. I wanted him to see how I normally dress most of the time. It was a mid-thigh length navy pencil skirt with matching blazer over a powder blouse satin blouse, collared with ruffled cuffs. My 6" Louboutin's were replaced by a pair of 5" heeled, glossy beige pumps. I wished he hadn't tweeked the tiny nipples on my tiny tits so hard when his hands were underneath my bullet bra, while he alternately fucked my pussy and ass on the pool table. Of course I had a pillow below my knees to protect my nylon's.
Needless to say, I'm a bit tender below this morning, but it's oh so worth it. Come to think of it...it always worth it! After finishing showering, I have a seat at my vanity, remove the bath cap and the hair net beneath it. A few shakes of the head and I get to see what I need to do to try and match my last appointment with Connie.. Not to bad, although my swirl bun has to be moved and tightened a bit. After about twenty minutes of brushing, combing, and getting the curls and wave just as close as I can get it, I gently apply the first coat of her amazing hair lacquer. Besides the amazing hold, it applies a lustrous shine to my platinum white locks as well. I love my MM updo.
While painting my face, I decided to forgo lip stick and just go with just some clear, high shine lip gloss. After clasping my a-cup bullet bra and stepping into an 8-strap, ivory laced and frilled garter belt, I put on a pair of copper Gio rh&t stockings while standing before one of my mirrors. I have it down to a science to make sure the garter straps are perfectly spaced. I walked into one of my closets and chose a black cotton pencil skirt, just below mid-thigh in length, along with a long-sleeved, shimmery lemon yellow satin blouse. Back to my vanity stool for my hairdo's second lacquering. I entered my footwear alcove already knowing what shoes to adorn my legs...yellow-and-black patent two tone 5" pumps. Yellow with black toes and heels. My four strand wide pearl bracelet and a light yellow chiffon scarf tied around my neck, the knot off to one side, finishes my ensemble. Off to market! I have an urge for steak tips and grilled pineapple, both of which I currently don't have.
I step out of my tan Lexus at my small town supermarket, immediately noticing the shine lines my copper colored nylon encased legs give off. Not nearly as striking as my Albert's, but very pleasing nevertheless. Oh Dear Lord, Yes! I clickety-clicked my way into the market making my way to the butcher, in baby steps, thanks to Ngobo. "Good Morning Sam! I'd like three pounds of your 'to die for' marinated steak tips please."
"And a good morning to you as well Miss Petersen. You look very stunning today. Did you say three pounds?"
"Why, thank you, and yes, three pounds." Inside I giggled to myself at this jaw-dropped white man. I stepped back a few steps, turned around as if pondering the products opposite the deli counter, but actually to showcase my gorgeous legs, by looking down at my gams, as two white middle-aged white men and a woman had just shown up. I made sure my pumps clicked while strolling back and forth while looking at the various items which I had no intention of getting.
"You're all set Miss Petersen. Will there be anything else today?"
"That's it Sam. Thank You and have a pleasant day!" I made my way to produce and picked up a couple of fresh pineapples. I put my basket down momentarily to whip out my compact mirror and check my makeup and hair. They always have to be perfect. I noticed one of the gentleman from the deli in the reflection. Believe me, I had plenty of looks at the checkout line afterwards as well. I love teasing white men with my beauty and fashion. I do get asked out on occasion, but always turn them down, saying I'm seeing someone or some other excuse. The ones in town I know, like Sam, only know that I'm filthy rich, live alone, and covet my privacy.
Once back at the comfy confines of my home, now 11 am, I turned on the coffee pot and poured a large glass of orange juice. While waiting for the coffee to brew, I walked into the dining room, to the mirror, to check out that my stockings were firm and snug fitting, just the way I like them. I also checked my black, yellow and copper ensemble, and approved that as well, as I did earlier, before going to market. Forgive me, but I always have to look my absolute best.
