Betrayed Chapter 2

"So," she began teasingly, "what's next? I mean, what do you do for an encore after this?"

"Gee, I dunno," I teased back. "I mean, what can I do to keep a gorgeous woman like you coming back? I had given a thought to taking you out for dinner tonight; someplace really nice. I don't know what you have in your closet, so I suppose I'll just have to take you shopping."

Her eyes lit up like klieg lights at a Hollywood premier. She hugged me so hard, I thought she would crush my ribcage.

"Oh, Baby," she breathed lustily in my ear. "You know how to push all a girl's buttons. Let's go get dressed."

Our first task was to retrieve my clothes from wherever they had landed in Dianna's frenzy to disrobe me the night before. A problem became immediately apparent as my enchantress gingerly held up my briefs - or what was left of them - between her thumb and forefinger. They were still drenched with pre-cum from the long anticipatory drive from the office. Then, in the heat of passion, she had literally ripped them from my body. She silently arched one eyebrow quizzically and smiled bemusedly. I returned the smile and shrugged my shoulders just a little. She laughed.

"I guess I'll just have to do without," I observed.

She pressed her body against mine and gently massaged my cock with one hand.

"While it would be hot to have you so... accessible inside your pants," she cooed, "I think we will try for something a bit more modest for now. If you oozed that much last night, before you even got here, you would ruin that beautiful suit today. I promise you that."

She went to her dresser drawer, rummaged around for a moment, then returned.

"These will do the trick," she chirped with a grin.

I beheld the pink satin bikini panties with ruffled lace trim which she held against my crotch with two fingers from each hand. My mind swam in a confused tangle of thoughts.