The little black one

Jess smiles as you glance at the black dress, and she nods. "I figured that'd be a popular one. Not as popular as the bikini I bought for you," she adds, teasing. She pulls the dress over her head, and your stare becomes awestruck as you watch the fabric cling to her flesh. After a slight adjustment, the interior part of the neckline hugs each interior curve of her breast flawlessly. Her nipples thrust against the fabric of the dress and leave an impression on you. The dress fits nearly perfectly, and as she bends over to pull on her nice looking heels you are almost dismayed that the look down her neckline doesn't reveal more. When she stands, she smiles at you. "I'm going to put on some makeup," she tells you. You're about to tell her she doesn't need to and she rolls her eyes.

"Why don't we see what you say after I'm done," she offers. You acquiesce, and take the time to get dressed. You pull on slacks and a button up shirt, as the restaurant said business casual. When Jess comes out, you are stunned. It takes you a moment, but you realize that the little bit of makeup on her cheeks and an unreal deep red lipstick have transformed her completely.

"What do you think?" Jess says, her smile smug.

"I think you can model," you say to her sincerely. She nods.

"You like me in a bit of makeup?" she asks. You nod. She gets a devilish smile and bends over again, letting you get a glimpse of her ass behind her. "Good. I like wearing it. Makes me feel a bit sexy."

"You're a lot sexy," you blurt. She stays bent over, looking at her shoe as she figures out where you're staring. Slowly standing, Jess reaches behind her, and stands. Her panties fall to the floor and she steps out of them. Your eyes widen as she picks them up and puts them on the bed.

"How about now?" Jess asks again, this time a predatory smile on her face. "You'll be the only one in the room who knows I am not wearing any underwear. I'll have to be careful about how I sit." You take a deep breath and stare into your girlfriend's now smoky eyes. You see the promise there, and she holds up her left hand. The ring she put on it sparkles.

"Our marriage is going to be full of so much love and joy, John. But our engagement began because I can't keep my mouth off of your cock. You are going to reap the full benefits of the best sex I have ever had. I hope you enjoy the ride," she says, and she walks toward you. The kiss that meets you is full of desire. Your right hand finds her firm left ass cheek and squeezes. She groans into you and you reach with your left hand to expose her right breast. She sighs as her tit is exposed once more.

"See how easy it is to expose me?" she breathes. "Anyone you want to see can find a glimpse of your trophy wife," she breathes, and you find that it is your turn to groan. "Ooh," she teases. "You like the idea of having a bubbly little sex toy for a wife, baby?" She grins as you squeeze her breast gently. "So much attention to my little boobies," she says. Your hand grips her ass again. "And my tight ass," she adds, sighing against your groping. She pushes gently and you let her go. She slowly slides her dress over her tit again, and this time the nipple is even more prominent.

"I made a good choice," you say. Jess nods, taking a deep breath.

"I'm going to make sure you think so for the rest of your life," she whispers. "But I'm so hungry from getting fucked all afternoon. Can we go eat?"