head in every way I could. She didn’t understand it, herself. She couldn’t tell me what left her cold and what seemed to flip that switch in her that turned her into the kind of woman that would gleefully take a load on the face from a stranger.
But I had seen it, and I wanted more of it, so I devoted myself to recreating the magic again somehow.
The first thing, though, was that she couldn’t know. It had to be spontaneous. Or, should I say, it had to appear spontaneous. Any hint that anything was planned would frightened off her newly fledged little kink and we’d be doing obligatory ovulation knobbing again and I couldn’t bear the thought.
No, she had to be surprised, on the spur of the moment, by complete or almost complete strangers, who would then be righteously turned on by how much of an unbridled tart she was being. I won’t say what effect this was having on me …but let’s say I managed to find hours each day to devote to furtive research on the topic.
About a week after we returned back from our holiday, both of us still riding this strange new wave that had appeared in the pool of our everyday lives …I had a plan. It grew slowly, almost imperceptibly, but after a few days it was there, fully formed, my own delicious secret.
Chapter Eleven
“Turn around, go on, let me see the back of it,” I said.
She curled up her eyebrows at me, then looked at herself in the mirror for the hundredth time, then twirled around in front of me, the stretchy fabric hugging her little behind.
“Nah, I think yellow one is better, wear that one instead,” I said, staring at her behind.
She looked at me hard, trying to figure out my new interest in her clothing choices, something I typically didn’t give two shits about.
“Really? The yellow one? Don’t you think it’s a little too … slutty ?”
I smiled internally.
“No, it’s great. It shows of your lovely bum, wear it.”
She went back to the cupboard and stripped off, wriggled the yellow one on.
It was a great dress on her. It had blurry, abstract leaves all up the front of it, in just the right color to make her delicate hazel eyes seem like they were cut from amber.
“That’s better! Little minx,” I said.
“Will you tell me where we’re going already?” she said, beginning to twirl her hair up in the mirror.
‘No. I won’t. And leave your hair down.”
“Bossy this evening, aren’t we?” she replied, letting her hair fall down again, still not sure what to make of this whole thing.
“Shush and just get ready. We should leave in the next ten minutes, and you’ll find out soon enough.”
A dubious look came over her face, but there was something else underneath it, something like the start of her enjoying something, shall we say, a little spontaneous . We caught a taxi and her protests and begging for more information took a playful turn. She tugged at my arm and whined and twiddled with her earrings.
“Shh… it’s a bloody well surprise, isn’t it?” I said.
She beamed at me and we drove on.
A few years ago, doing something like this would have been …inconceivable. But within the last few months, I had been so regularly surprised by just how naughty this woman truly was. She was so different these days, a little wild, a little unpredictable. She was less of a list maker now, less concerned with being on time. And in bed, she had become sex mad, a sexual daredevil, performing her heart out at the mere thought of someone watching her.
We arrived at a non-descript looking brick building in a non-descript location. There were cars in the parking lot, the outline of two bouncer-looking types at an arched entrance that gave no indication that there was anything going on beyond it. No music, no queue outside. I could see a mild look of disappointment grow over her face, but she tried to conceal it, saying, “Ooh …where are we now, this looks interesting!”
We went inside; even though they were dark glasses, I
But I had seen it, and I wanted more of it, so I devoted myself to recreating the magic again somehow.
The first thing, though, was that she couldn’t know. It had to be spontaneous. Or, should I say, it had to appear spontaneous. Any hint that anything was planned would frightened off her newly fledged little kink and we’d be doing obligatory ovulation knobbing again and I couldn’t bear the thought.
No, she had to be surprised, on the spur of the moment, by complete or almost complete strangers, who would then be righteously turned on by how much of an unbridled tart she was being. I won’t say what effect this was having on me …but let’s say I managed to find hours each day to devote to furtive research on the topic.
About a week after we returned back from our holiday, both of us still riding this strange new wave that had appeared in the pool of our everyday lives …I had a plan. It grew slowly, almost imperceptibly, but after a few days it was there, fully formed, my own delicious secret.
Chapter Eleven
“Turn around, go on, let me see the back of it,” I said.
She curled up her eyebrows at me, then looked at herself in the mirror for the hundredth time, then twirled around in front of me, the stretchy fabric hugging her little behind.
“Nah, I think yellow one is better, wear that one instead,” I said, staring at her behind.
She looked at me hard, trying to figure out my new interest in her clothing choices, something I typically didn’t give two shits about.
“Really? The yellow one? Don’t you think it’s a little too … slutty ?”
I smiled internally.
“No, it’s great. It shows of your lovely bum, wear it.”
She went back to the cupboard and stripped off, wriggled the yellow one on.
It was a great dress on her. It had blurry, abstract leaves all up the front of it, in just the right color to make her delicate hazel eyes seem like they were cut from amber.
“That’s better! Little minx,” I said.
“Will you tell me where we’re going already?” she said, beginning to twirl her hair up in the mirror.
‘No. I won’t. And leave your hair down.”
“Bossy this evening, aren’t we?” she replied, letting her hair fall down again, still not sure what to make of this whole thing.
“Shush and just get ready. We should leave in the next ten minutes, and you’ll find out soon enough.”
A dubious look came over her face, but there was something else underneath it, something like the start of her enjoying something, shall we say, a little spontaneous . We caught a taxi and her protests and begging for more information took a playful turn. She tugged at my arm and whined and twiddled with her earrings.
“Shh… it’s a bloody well surprise, isn’t it?” I said.
She beamed at me and we drove on.
A few years ago, doing something like this would have been …inconceivable. But within the last few months, I had been so regularly surprised by just how naughty this woman truly was. She was so different these days, a little wild, a little unpredictable. She was less of a list maker now, less concerned with being on time. And in bed, she had become sex mad, a sexual daredevil, performing her heart out at the mere thought of someone watching her.
We arrived at a non-descript looking brick building in a non-descript location. There were cars in the parking lot, the outline of two bouncer-looking types at an arched entrance that gave no indication that there was anything going on beyond it. No music, no queue outside. I could see a mild look of disappointment grow over her face, but she tried to conceal it, saying, “Ooh …where are we now, this looks interesting!”
We went inside; even though they were dark glasses, I
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