The same dress …

I paid for the taxi, and we headed for the door. I was feeling good. Very good now. Starting to anticipate the next hour or so. I’d had to control myself during the meal, because after thinking for ages what to wear under my dress this evening, I’d finally decided. Nothing. Nothing at all. But I’d known if I got worked up, it could have got … messy.
As we went inside, I felt moisture between my legs; but it didn’t matter now. I knew, after what I’d said, that he’d be thinking about my underwear; he loved lingerie. I did too, it made me feel good. But most of all, I enjoyed the reaction it prompted in him.
As I turned around from closing the door, he waited for me in the hallway. I walked over to him and put my arms around his neck. He took my head in his hands and kissed me. He slowly ran his hands down my neck, then my back, making me shiver.
He reached my bum, and gently squeezed my cheeks, separating them through the material of my dress. I felt his hand reach the hem, but before he could lift it, I gently pulled away.
“Patience, Marcus. Patience.”
I took his hand and led him into the living room. By the sofa, I stopped and stood in front of him. Kissing him, I slid his jacket off his shoulders and let it drop. Still kissing him, I undid his tie and threw it on the floor. His shirt followed.
I dropped to my knees, and undid his trousers, slowly lowering them to the floor; he stepped out of them, and I took off his socks. Looking up at him, I put a finger in each side of his briefs, and slowly lowered those. As he sprang free, I whipped them down his legs and off.
Without taking my eyes from his, I laid one hand along the bottom of his stiff cock, and the other under his balls. I slowly took the end in my mouth, and kept going, taking as much in as I could. He shuddered. I pulled away again and repeated the process a few times. He appeared to be enjoying it. I stopped, and still holding his sex, I stood up.
“On the sofa. Make yourself comfortable.”
I kissed him, and he sat down. I put some music on and returned to stand directly in front of him. I’d never been an exhibitionist, but since I’d been with Marcus, I was becoming more comfortable about teasing and entertaining him. Not good at it, but more willing, and he loved it.
“Do you remember what happened when I first wore this dress?”
I tried to move softly to the music, running my hands up and down my dress. I hoped it looked sexy rather than demented.
“Yes.”
“So do I. You put me over your knee, lifted my dress up and spanked me for the first time. Then you peeled my knickers off and continued on my bare ass. Do you remember?”
“Yes.” He was keeping his cock entertained, as he watched me.
“And then you used your fingers on me. You fingered me until I came.”
I was quite in the mood now, feeling good. I went with it. Just moving gently, trying to sound seductive.
“Do you remember what happened next?”
He smiled.
“Yeah. I seem to remember you were disappointed!”
I laughed.
“And why was I disappointed?”
“Because you wanted me to spank your ass, then bend you over and fuck you. That was your fantasy.”
I could feel the moisture creeping down my thighs, my sex swelling.
“Would you like to fulfil that fantasy for me now? Take me over your knee, spank me until my cheeks are red, then bend me over and use me. Use me until you’re spent.”
“Yes,” he said simply.
“Dress on or off?”
“You were going to show me what was underneath it.”
“Off, then.”
I reached down and lifted the hem, and slowly lifted it; pulling it up and over my head, letting it drop behind me. I stood there naked.
He ran his eyes over my body, and I turned around slowly, so he could take it all in. I knew he’d noticed the change I’d made. He chuckled.
“Have you been like that all evening?”
“Yup. I wanted to tell you; to tease you by telling you. But I knew if I did, I might get in a bit of a mess.”
He looked down between my legs. I parted them slightly, exposing my newly shaven mound.
“Do you like it?” I asked.
“Looks good. But I’ll need a test drive or two. Just to make sure.”
He held out his arm, and I moved towards him. I took his hand, and he pulled me firmly, almost on to him. I ended up kneeling over the sofa, astride one of his legs. He brought his head close to mine.
“I’m looking forward to tracing my tongue over that smooth skin.”
I was gently rubbing myself against his thigh. I sighed as we kissed.
“But not now,” he whispered.
“No,” I whispered back. “Now, you’re going to spank me until I scream, then fuck me until I squeal.”
He looked at me, lust in his eyes.
“Say please …”
I giggled.
“Please.”
“Good girl. Over my knee.”
I shifted position and laid over his lap, his cock pressing up into my belly. I felt his hand touch my bum and start to rub it. As the first stroke landed on my right cheek, I closed my eyes and gave in to the moment.