Betrayed Chapter 2

My companion displayed the most gorgeous hand-span waist I could imagine. Her full, firm breasts stood out prominently. Her hips and tush were spread out even more provocatively than before. She made the picture even more erotic by rolling a pair of suntan stockings up her shapely legs and attaching them to the corset's garters. She made a show of donning a semi-sheer black chiffon blouse, waist-length, snug-fitting lavender suede motorcycle-style jacket and micro-miniskirt, and matching open-toed, lavender suede platform mules. The high stiletto heels arched her legs and caused her to thrust out her tush and braless breasts alluringly. The jacket was left unzipped, yielding a tantalizing glimpse of her prodigious charms. She made up her face accordingly; a bit heavier than I normally associated with daywear, but attractively so and totally in keeping with the personality of this exciting woman. She rummaged around in her closet for a few moments, returning with a matching lavender suede clutch purse and an oversized black leather Capezio bag.

"Two purses?" I questioned.

She gave me a quick buss on the lips.

"You're taking me shopping for a dress for tonight, aren't you?" she inquired bemusedly. "What do you intend for me to do with what I'm wearing now; throw it out? Forget that, Lover; I adore this outfit. Plus, I think it looks really sexy on me. Don't you agree?"

At least one part of my anatomy certainly did. She pressed her body against mine, cupping my angry manhood with one hand. Her silent, knowing smile spoke volumes. I had to get us out of here before hormones took over and we had to start from scratch. Makeup essentials and her identification went into the clutch; her bulky wallet and keys went into the bag. Then, she flashed me a dazzling smile.

"All set," she chirped. "Let's go. I can't wait."

I'm sure for Dianna, a hot day of shopping meant visiting the little shops along Clark Street or maybe Century Mall.