Every Year

"David," I murmured in his ear. "I want you, now, and I can feel you want me too."

My lips played with his ear, my tongue began to probe its inner surface. I moved further toward him and pressed myself against him. My lips very gently touched his mouth, then his arms pulled me heavily against his body. He grasped my gold vinyl coat and slowly ran his hands down its slippery front, his fingers pressing on my curvaceous of my body. Then he drew it back and revealed my short minidress.

I dropped the coat to the floor. Again he pulled me to him. This time more roughly, more demanding, more assured of what he wanted. Our lips and tongues met each other, damp and wet. We pressed together and then parted, needing air, and then we returned to the sensual battle. My long fingers were feverishly exploring all parts of his body, he was caressing my satin covered buttocks, stroking my nylon stocking-clad legs. I pulled back from him. My hands ran across the front of my dress as though trying to smooth out the silky material. But instead I stood up and reached behind to unzip it, letting it slowly slide down my body, revealing first the gleam of my black satin bra, then the dark shiny panties and finally the gartered ebony stockings. I tossed the dress aside with a flick of my ultra-high-heeled foot and stood, arms akimbo, looking at the dazed shop owner.
I postured for him, turning slowly and provocatively to each side and then to the rear, so he could see all of my feminine charms.

"Well David? Do you like what you see?"

"Oh hell! Yes!!"

Swaying seductively I moved to him again. I reached out and caught the belt at his waist and started to undo the buckle. As I opened his trousers, I leaned over and reached into his pants to take his hard penis tenderly in my fingers. I looked in fascination at the enormous swollen cock in my hand. Gently my red-tipped fingers curled around its thickened width. It was wonderful to feel it respond to my touch, I could feel it grow and tighten as I moved it slowly in my hand.