At the time of this story, I'm 25 year old guy dating a fifty three year old woman who was and still is the hottest thing I've ever spent time with. At the time I weighed about 230, had dark hair, was very tan with a thirty three inch waist. I was playing racquetball and lifting weights six days a week. So I was quite fit. I'd met this girl, and she was so brazenly filled with attitude. Her looks were the only thing more attractive. Over time, I had learned to allow her to take the lead in our relationship as she was in to pushing my limits and as much as she could've gotten me into trouble, it was always a time I'd remember. This was one of those times.
It was December, the December before we moved in with each other to be precise, and I was planning a quick trip out with the guys for the midnight drink at the end of New Year's Eve. It was just after five when the phone rang.
"Hello," I answered, not expecting anyone at that point in the day.
"Take a shower, shave everything from the neck down the way I like, I'll call you at eight," ordered Suzy. Now, to understand why a guy would let someone twice his age boss him around, let me describe her. Blonde hair, five feet two inches, one hundred twenty pounds and fifteen of it in the perkiest boobs on the planet. She maintained a tight waist with the cutest little tattoo our her belly button and had firm and shapely legs. Her piercing green eyes were my favorite though, as I could never say no when she asked for something when she looked into my eyes.
So, I'd had plenty of time to hop in the shower, shave from the neck down, which wasn't much other than some minor chest hair, and the hair from around my cock and balls. I'd learned to keep everything else clean shaven with her. Just after eight o'clock the phone rang.
"Are you ready," she asked?
"Yeah, what are we doing?"
"Now, go outside, start your truck. Let it warm up til eight thirty. I'll call then".
At eight thirty my truck had been running for a while and the phone rang. It was Suzy again. "O.K. so your trucks warm right."
"Yeah," I wondered what she had up her sleeve and then it began to make sense.
"You're going to strip everything off except your shoes. Then, you may pick your longest coat, put it on and drive to my house wearing only your coat, when you get here, park on the street, leave your coat in the truck and walk, don't run to the front door. I'll have the light on, but you still have to ring the doorbell. Do you understand?"
"Yeah," I answered as my heart started racing already.
"Good, you're to be here in twenty minutes," she told me. The phone went silent as I looked at my clock. It was twenty til nine exactly. I grabbed for my coat and wrapped it around me. Slipping my shoes on I walked out the side door to my house and got behind the wheel. It wasn't that cold out all things considered, but I was glad I had the coat for the ride.
It was a long ride across the city. As I pulled onto Harrison Street, I scanned the parking situation along driveways and in the street. It was New Year's Eve and people did have house gatherings.
As I pulled up in front of my girlfriend's house, I noticed to men walking out the front door. It was only 855. Perhaps she'd had visitors. I waited until promptly nine. This gave me time to muster up the courage to follow her instructions and let the two strangers drive off. I slipped out of my coat and took just my keys in hand as I stepped into the street. Walking, not running the way I would have liked, I walked the length of her drive way to her porch where I stood beneath a bright light as I rang the doorbell. It took nearly two minutes before she answered.
As the door opened, she smiled excitedly, that big beaming smile that showed how pleased she was.
"You did it, I knew you had it in you," she said as she invited me in. As I walked into the front door I noticed her outfit. She wore a red bustier, black thigh highs, high heels and no panties. I could tell that she'd had it on for a while, considering that it was her outfit she planned on surprising me in.
Have a seat she instructed, as she went to get drinks.
When she came back from the kitchen she had on a different outfit. She now wore a long black sheer gown, black lacy panties and black lace bra. I asked her why the change and was rather shocked at her answer.