The instructions were clear: wear something
red, a mac and no underwear. No knickers
to be exact. So I obliged on all
accounts – I’m good like that.
My initial thought was could I actually
walk out of my house without any knickers on?
Only I would know…so what would be the problem? I’ve never done this before – I’m not that
kinda girl ;)
As I was getting ready, I was already
beginning to feel the pangs of excitement.
Freshly showered, moisturiser slathered all over my body, a spritz of
perfume – I’m good to go. Nope wait…I
suppose I should wear something on my top half at least. There…done.
Wow. And there it is, it’s just there
for the taking. Nothing restricting
me. Access all areas.
Out in public, my anxiety begins. People are staring at me – they know, they can
see through me. I’ve got that look on my
face. Why are there suddenly so many
men on the tube tonight? And why do they
all happen to be staring in my direction?! The cold air rises up and in between
my legs. It feels fresh, like a gentle
blowing breeze. I’m walking sex but I
don’t want anyone else knowing that. I’m sitting down carefully, very slowly
crossing my legs. The mac covers my
dress so it looks like I’m wearing nothing.
I feel like I’m wearing nothing.
I am wearing nothing down below!
I’m walking differently too. I’m
walking tall, it’s a false sense of confidence.
Yet I feel amazing.
The anticipation mixed with excitement
about what will happen tonight is thrilling me to the core. I think I may lose it from the first point
of contact. I can hear his voice telling
me what to do. I can imagine where his
hands are going. I can picture him
putting me into position. It’s a wet evening (naturally) and we meet
both dripping with further wetness between our mouths. He doesn’t know yet. I want to tell him but I also want him to
find out.
It isn’t long before I tell him I have a
surprise for him. It was all worth it
for the look on his face…and what suitably followed.
