I never thought of myself as a kinky person or as a pervert, if anything I was probably a little boring sexually, until I met Lane. He came into the bookstore where I work one night and walked towards me at the cash register carrying 5 or 6 books. He was so hot wearing tight black jeans and a fitted black turtleneck. He had curly black hair that came down to his chin which was dark with a 5 o clock shadow. His eyes were a piercing blue gray and he seemed to undress me with just a look.
I nervously cleared my throat as he handed me the books. They were all about Buddhism and following your soul. I rang them up quickly not daring to meet his gaze. “That'll be 56.48,” I said quietly. He slid a credit card to me and I ran it through the machine. He signed his receipt and walked toward the door with his bag.
“I'll be seeing you,” he grinned and walked out. My heart was thumping loudly in my ears. I went to file his receipt and I noticed that he had jotted down his phone number and the words, “come on you know you want to.” I tore off the part with his digits and shoved it into my pocket.
I went home after work and decided a nice long soak in the tub would be great. I got undressed as my bath water ran. I watched myself in the full length mirror as I did so. I had always been fascinated with my own body and worked hard to keep it in good shape. I first pulled my sweater over my head and looked at my bare torso. I didn't wear a bra unless it was an absolute necessity. My tits were smallish and very perky topped with large upturned pale pink nipples.
I ran my hand over them lightly cupping and gently squeezing each one. My nips pebbled at the attention and a soft sigh escaped me. I then slid my pants down over my hips and stepped out of them. My panties were a thin wisp of black material that barely covered my shaved snatch. My tummy was tight and the slight outline of my ab muscles was visible. My hips were slender and led down to hard toned thighs and shapely calves. My toenails and fingernails were painted the same shade of red.
I found myself beautiful with or without clothes however I loved to be naked, or just lounge around in my underwear. I turned and walked to the kitchen in just my panties and poured myself a glass of wine which I sipped slowly. I felt very sensual and wondered for a second if it had anything to do with the man from the store.
I decided to call him and find out. My hands were a bit shaky as I dialed the phone. “Hello, I knew that you'd call,” his voice caressed my ear.
“How did you know it was me?”
“I saw your name tag today and there isn't another Crisla that would be calling,” he chuckled lightly. “Give me your address and I will be there in a few minutes.”/p>
I don't know why I complied, it was a stupid thing to do I didn't know him and he could be a serial killer but I found myself giving him breathless directions to my apartment.
The knock on the door 20 minutes later startled me even though I was expecting it. I opened the door and there HE was looking better than he had earlier. I opened the door wide for him. He came inside and instantly took me into his arms.
There was no need for words as our bodies came together. He was all sinew and strength, his touch seared my skin like fire. His hands quickly removed the black negligee that I had slipped into and I was standing in front of him with my scant panties as the only barrier to his lust.
His eyes roved languidly over my body and I could tell by the huge bulge in his pants that he wanted me. “When will your husband be home?” he whispered in my ear nipping at it softly.
