Tease - Play with her ...

Josh reached out and lightly grabbed Joan’s shoulders.

This is exactly what she had envisioned. Her fantasy man had become real, and he was going to take her right now. The moment his hands touched her shoulders, Joan’s body exploded. Her pussy instantaneously filled with abundant womanly fluids, her breasts heaved, and her nipples puckered into hardened beams. “Oh my God,” she exhaled as her body melted like butter. Her eyes fluttered as her head fell back. She quickly whetted her lips in anticipation of that initial kiss. She puckered her lips slightly as she closed her eyes…

“Joan,” Josh spoke, slightly shaking her and snapping her out of her trance. “Thank you for the donuts. I would love to chat all day but I have things I need to get done.” He could see the confusion and the hurt in Joan’s eyes. “Why don’t you come over for dinner around seven? We can get to know each other much better then.”

Joan stood flustered and embarrassed that she had made such a fool of herself. She could feel the redness in her face and neck as she came back to reality. He was no different than the rest she convinced herself as she regained her composure. Then the words began to sink in … “get to know each other better then.” Once again, Joan’s mind was whirling in a fantasy tornado of possibilities of what that could mean. “Uh,” she stumbled, “sure; that sounds great.” She wasn’t quite sure what it was she was agreeing to as she blinked her eyes, regaining her composure one more time.

“Do steaks sound good?”

“Yeah,” Joan salivated, thinking of his ‘steak’! “What can I bring?”

“Just yourself, and maybe a bottle of wine.” Josh smiled, knowing that he had Joan on a hook and was reeling her in fast. He would have her at his beck and call by the end of the night.

Joan readily agreed, excusing herself and apologizing for interrupting his plans. Josh brushed away the apology saying that he enjoyed the company and really looked forward to tonight. Joan’s face beamed as she turned and walked out the door. Josh knew exactly what Joan was going to do the moment she walked in her front door.

Joan was smitten by Josh’s physical attributes and his confidence. She had never met a man that had so much control over her, and she didn’t even know him. She recalled how her body betrayed her usually sharp-witted mind when he touched her. She came! Her panties were wet with her fluids! She came from him merely touching her shoulders. She couldn’t imagine what her body would do if he touched her in ‘other’ places. As soon as she crossed the threshold of her doorway, Joan closed the door and sunk to the floor. With her back against the door, Joan snaked her left hand into her slacks and beneath the panties. She pressed her middle finger against the moistened slit and spread the wetness over her sensitive labia. She proceeded to strip off her clothing with her right hand, never removing her finger from her twat. When she was ready to rid herself of the last bits of tattered clothing she swapped hands, this time pushing her two middle fingers easily into the folds of her flowering petals. In no time, Joan was furiously fucking her fingers in and out, driving her over the cliffs of orgasm, washing herself in the waves of pleasure as she imagined herself enveloped by Josh’s body with his cock buried in her quaking cunny.

Joan slowly came back to reality as her eyes focused on her surroundings, reminding her she was home. She looked around in shock and confusion, seeing her clothes strewn all over the foyer. Then she noticed her fingers were still entrenched in her wetness, while her other hand was idly tugging at her nipples. She reluctantly forced herself to stop this lewd behavior, as she tried her best to regain some decency. She was fumbling around putting her clothes back on, when she remembered Henry! God, how could she be so stupid! She cursed herself for not thinking clearly. How in the hell was she to explain to Henry that she was leaving him at home while she went across the street for dinner? What about the neighbors? All of them would be home around seven. She wouldn’t be able to sneak over there? What would they say? Panic and nervousness overtook Joan for the next couple of hours as she pondered her predicament and her solution.

“Fuck them,” she said aloud, to herself, referring to her neighbors. “I’m just being neighborly.” She didn’t care any more about what the neighbors might think. She didn’t mingle much with them. Like Josh said, most of them thought she was a stuck up bitch. As far as Henry was concerned, she had a plan! She called him at work and told him that her best friend Jennie was coming over to get her, and they were going shopping. She also informed him that they probably would eat out, and most likely, catch a movie. Henry had no problem with that, since the two often spent time together. Joan further encouraged him to stop by his parent’s house, since they needed his help with some things around their house. Once again, Henry agreed, noting that he could get dinner there. That ensured Joan that Henry would not be home when she traveled across the street.

Satisfied, she had covered her tracks, Joan headed for the bathroom to primp and preen for her rendezvous. There were still six hours to go before her dinner date, so she stopped at her bed along the way. She stripped off her clothes for the second time, and stood in front of the full-length mirror admiring her still-shapely figure. She ran her hands along her curves, twisting to admire her firm backside. Her hands cupped her C-cup breasts noting their buoyancy and weight. She delighted in the swelling sensation as her nipples popped out from the pale pink circles surrounding them. She flicked her thumbs over the rubbery flesh, causing them to harden considerably.

Once again, Joan fell into a fantasy dream, collapsing atop the comforter. She finger-fucked herself again as her imaginary lover deflowered her. She delighted in the fact that her lover made her cum like she had never cum before. Her orgasms were intense and earth-shattering. She wanted to scream out as her lover took her time and time again. She flopped over so that she could be taken doggy style, imagining him thrusting into her depths.

Joan brought herself to two more orgasms as she lay on the bed, amazed at the effect Josh was having on her. She couldn’t control herself. Her body was on fire, and it needed satisfaction desperately. Joan stepped into the shower to try and cool off, only to find herself using the shower spray to bring her to yet another orgasm. Joan hadn’t been this giddy since her high school prom night when she knew she was going to fuck her boyfriend under the football field bleachers. That was it! Joan just realized, as she recalled her younger days, what she had to do. There was no way around it; Joan was going to get Josh to fuck her, TONIGHT!

Joan spent the next hour trying to decide what outfit she should wear. She almost went for the plain, “fuck me” look, but remembered she had neighbors that could squeal. She opted for something a little more casual, yet very sexy. She put on the black satin G-string and matching lace bra that lifted her melons up and pushed them together creating an irresistible cleavage to behold. She doused her body with a womanly musk perfume, adding an extra spray in her nest of hidden curls. She put on a pair of form-fitting black lycra slacks that flared at the calves. Next was the short-sleeved matching white blouse that loosely tied in a knot in the front. The blouse showed all of Joan’s exposed cleavage and did nothing to hide the fact that she was wearing a black bra. She capped it all off with a pair of five-inch sling-back, “fuck me” heels. The hair was playfully tousled and the makeup artfully applied. Joan looked like a million bucks, and had the radiant, confident glow and smile to go along with it. She nervously paced the floors, waiting till the clock in the foyer rang seven. When it finally did, she grabbed two bottles of red wine and strode across the street. To anyone looking, it appeared as if Joan were just bringing him a house-warming gift.

She nervously knocked on the door and was beckoned in by Josh’s booming voice.