sensuous woman he'd ever met and he knew when he eventually got his cock inside her she might very well kill him.
Rising from the bed, Ian walked into her bathroom and turned on the light. He soaped and rinsed his hands before retrieving two washcloths from a stack in the wicker tower next to the tub. Soaking them, he added soap to one of them before wringing out the excess water from both. He returned to the bed and with a gentle hand, cleaned her up. When he was done, he reached down and lifted her into his arms so he could work the comforter and sheet down to the bottom of the bed. Once she was back on one side of the bed with the covers pulled up to her waist, he closed the bedroom door to block out the lights which were still on in her living room. Rounding the other side of her bed, he climbed in next to her, still fully dressed. If he took his clothes off, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from taking her. He pulled her close into his embrace and as she drifted off to sleep, he heard her mumble, "Thank you, Sir."
* * *
Eight o'clock the next morning Angie woke up alone and completed rested. She knew Ian hadn't left before four a.m. because that was the last time she'd roused in his arms before cuddling closer and falling back asleep again. Stretching, she looked around and noticed a piece of paper on her nightstand. Unfolding it, she read the words on it and smiled.
Hope you slept well. I'd like to see you today for lunch. Will call around ten. Wear something sexy. I left out the underwear I want you to put on. Ian.
He went through her underwear drawer? While it should have sounded stalker-ish, it didn't. Instead, it turned her on and she scanned the room again, spotting her sheer, white lace bra and thong set he'd left on top of her dresser. It was one of her favorites with its pink trim and tiny bows. The cut of the bra gave the girls a lift up and in, with one bow nestling between them. The other one was at the "y" junction of the thong and would sit right at the top of her ass.
She was excited he wanted to see her again so soon and hopped into the shower with a cheeky grin on her face. While the water warmed up, she removed all the bobby pins which were still in her now ruined up-do. Her body still tingled from all the attention it'd received from Ian's hands, mouth and tongue. Never in her life had she had multiple orgasms and, honestly, she’d thought they were a myth. But he had proven her wrong over and over. It wasn't until halfway through her shower routine when she realized that, although she had cum several times, he hadn't at all. In fact, he'd kept his clothes on the entire night. The thought stunned her. Not one of her ex-lovers had ever gotten her off without doing the same.
A few minutes later, she finished her shower, dried off and wrapped her wet hair in a towel before applying her favorite body lotion. She walked back into her bedroom and retrieved the bra and thong Ian had picked out for her. As she put them on, she could almost feel his hands and fingers on her, caressing her. She wondered which other sets of her undergarments he'd touched and if she would feel the same sensations when she wore them.
Now in her underwear, she went to her closet to find something sexy to wear, as per his instructions. She settled on a tight grey mini-skirt and a snug short-sleeve sweater. The deep V-neck was low enough to be sexy, yet not too revealing to be considered slutty. Before she went out she would finish off the outfit with her knee-high, black leather boots-–he ones with the three-inch heels. For now though, she laid the clothes on her bed. Throwing on her short silk robe, which she always felt sensual in, she headed to the kitchen for a cup of coffee and granola cereal for breakfast.
Five minutes after ten her cell phone rang from across the room. Hoping it was Ian, she hit the save icon on her laptop so she didn't lose what she'd been working on and dove for the phone. "H-hello.
Rising from the bed, Ian walked into her bathroom and turned on the light. He soaped and rinsed his hands before retrieving two washcloths from a stack in the wicker tower next to the tub. Soaking them, he added soap to one of them before wringing out the excess water from both. He returned to the bed and with a gentle hand, cleaned her up. When he was done, he reached down and lifted her into his arms so he could work the comforter and sheet down to the bottom of the bed. Once she was back on one side of the bed with the covers pulled up to her waist, he closed the bedroom door to block out the lights which were still on in her living room. Rounding the other side of her bed, he climbed in next to her, still fully dressed. If he took his clothes off, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from taking her. He pulled her close into his embrace and as she drifted off to sleep, he heard her mumble, "Thank you, Sir."
* * *
Eight o'clock the next morning Angie woke up alone and completed rested. She knew Ian hadn't left before four a.m. because that was the last time she'd roused in his arms before cuddling closer and falling back asleep again. Stretching, she looked around and noticed a piece of paper on her nightstand. Unfolding it, she read the words on it and smiled.
Hope you slept well. I'd like to see you today for lunch. Will call around ten. Wear something sexy. I left out the underwear I want you to put on. Ian.
He went through her underwear drawer? While it should have sounded stalker-ish, it didn't. Instead, it turned her on and she scanned the room again, spotting her sheer, white lace bra and thong set he'd left on top of her dresser. It was one of her favorites with its pink trim and tiny bows. The cut of the bra gave the girls a lift up and in, with one bow nestling between them. The other one was at the "y" junction of the thong and would sit right at the top of her ass.
She was excited he wanted to see her again so soon and hopped into the shower with a cheeky grin on her face. While the water warmed up, she removed all the bobby pins which were still in her now ruined up-do. Her body still tingled from all the attention it'd received from Ian's hands, mouth and tongue. Never in her life had she had multiple orgasms and, honestly, she’d thought they were a myth. But he had proven her wrong over and over. It wasn't until halfway through her shower routine when she realized that, although she had cum several times, he hadn't at all. In fact, he'd kept his clothes on the entire night. The thought stunned her. Not one of her ex-lovers had ever gotten her off without doing the same.
A few minutes later, she finished her shower, dried off and wrapped her wet hair in a towel before applying her favorite body lotion. She walked back into her bedroom and retrieved the bra and thong Ian had picked out for her. As she put them on, she could almost feel his hands and fingers on her, caressing her. She wondered which other sets of her undergarments he'd touched and if she would feel the same sensations when she wore them.
Now in her underwear, she went to her closet to find something sexy to wear, as per his instructions. She settled on a tight grey mini-skirt and a snug short-sleeve sweater. The deep V-neck was low enough to be sexy, yet not too revealing to be considered slutty. Before she went out she would finish off the outfit with her knee-high, black leather boots-–he ones with the three-inch heels. For now though, she laid the clothes on her bed. Throwing on her short silk robe, which she always felt sensual in, she headed to the kitchen for a cup of coffee and granola cereal for breakfast.
Five minutes after ten her cell phone rang from across the room. Hoping it was Ian, she hit the save icon on her laptop so she didn't lose what she'd been working on and dove for the phone. "H-hello.
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