Lingerie Shopping and Dinner

Ruthless and rich, John Malone is surrounded by beautiful young women with others at his beckon and call 24/7. His live in girlfriend Shelly is busy learning to run his international empire. Three years ago Ellen was brought to John’s attention. Ellen was a reporter/anchor at an Atlanta Ga. TV station, It was a shock when John showed up in Atlanta bought her contract. Ellen moved to Dallas and given a reporter/ anchor job at John’s TV station. Ellen steps reluctantly into his world of glitz and glamour, then willingly into his bed. Ellen is enjoying a 27 million dollar penthouse, private chef, housekeepers, expensive car of her choose, generous clothing allowence, and salon twice a week. But there can be no future for their jet-set affair, for he’s a hardened playboy and she is his innocent mistress.

Ellen arrived at the penthouse after shopping for lingerie, it is still dark as I hadn’t arrived home from a late meeting. Opening the door, she flipped on the light and dropped her keys on the small table. Bypassing everything else, she heads straight for the bedroom. Ellen figured she had a little while before I would arrive home, and she can’t wait to show me the new lingerie. She is most eager to to see if it had the same effect on me as it did on her. She threw the bag onto the bed and begins pulling her clothes off, throwing them into the hamper. Once nude, she strode into the bathroom and turned on the shower. While she waited for the water to heat up, she studied her naked form in the mirror. She hefted her full breasts and let her thumb stroke over the light brown nipples. Her eyes trailing lower and took in her waist flaring out to her hips. The junction between her thighs is bare from weekly trips to the salon. The thought came to her that she had never truly appreciated the beauty of the female form.
Heaving a sigh, she steps into the shower, letting the hot water run over her. Grabbing the soap, she lathered up the washcloth and begins to run it over her heated skin. As sensitive as she is, Ellen almost instantly feels the tugs of desire again, but steeled herself to finish up washing. At least, that is, until she slips the washcloth between her legs and made contact with her swollen lips. The low, smoldering that is her sexual need flashed over into a wild fire burning her to the core. Her breath skitters for a moment and she simply lets the cloth drop, her fingers soft on her vulva. She slips them past her lips and up inside her while the other hand reaches up to grasp the top of the shower door. With one finger inside of her, she moves her thumb around so that it cover her clit, rubbing it back and forth. Gasping again, she is able to quickly propel herself up and over the edge. The orgasm this time isn’t as hard as in the parking garage, but no less intense.

Her mind swimming as the waves thundered through her blood. Soon, her legs give out and she lets go of the door, collapsing to the floor of the shower. Still manipulating her button and stroking her finger in and out, as she palms her breasts, tweaking the nipples. The water poured over her as she rode from climax to climax. When she couldn’t take it any longer, she let her hand drop from between her thighs and away from her breasts. As she lay there trying to catch her breath, she realized the water had become lukewarm and is rapidly descending towards cold. Hauling herself up on legs made of rubber, she managed to turn the shower off and reach out to grab a towel. Quickly drying herself off, Ellen stumbled back into the bedroom, the fog in her brain lessening by degrees until she looks at the bed. She knew that I had not arrived home yet, but something is definitely different. The bag from ” Gift of Bastet,” is gone, and the lingerie is laid out on the bed. The teddy and matching panties are laid out on the bed, but now there is a pair of thigh high stocking accompanying them as well. She looks around for a second before the fog threatened to cloud her thinking again, and she decided to simply add it up to the weirdness of the evening.


Looking at the clock, she figured that she had a few minutes before I arrived home and set out to make sure that things are ready for me. She slips the lingerie on marveling at how soft it feels against her skin, at how the sheer black stockings slide up her legs, and the utter sensuality of it all. Realizing that if she gave into her urges, she would never get anything done, she pushes down her desires for the moment. She padded around the room, dimming the lights, pulling on a pair of strappy high heels, and turning the bed down. She is lighting the incense when she hears the front door open and my voice call her name. She responds by telling me she is in the bedroom, and her body responds with a fresh flow of heat. When the door to the bedroom opens and I step inside, my eyes widened slightly with the sight before me. Almost as in a daze, I move towards Ellen, pulling on my tie. She met me in the middle of the room, watching my eyes roam over her body. Taking in the sheer nothing she is almost wearing, and sees the desire flame in my eyes. An desperate hunger came over her at the same time, her nipples popping out to hardened points and her belly tightening. With little warning, I reach out to grab her by the shoulders, dragging her body against me and capturing her mouth with mine. The fire and need for me spiked and, as our lips open to allow our tongues to intertwine, she slips her hands under my suit coat and rips my shirt open. The buttons popping off and flying across the room. Underneath, her nails scrapping across the bare skin of my hairy chest as she fought to free the shirt tails from my trousers.

She manages to get them free, and then pulls off the shirt and coat, somehow undoing the tie as well, before throwing them all to the floor. Next, she went straight for my belt, unbuckling it and undoing the snap to my trousers. Her hand slithers inside, under the waistband of my boxers to touch the tip of my cock. A moan tumbles from me and across my lips to vibrate on hers. She rubs the spongy head with the tip of her finger for a couple of strokes before pulling her hand free. The muffled sound of protest from me is cut off by her unzipping my trousers and shoving them, along with my shorts, down to the floor. My rock hard cock jumps free and rubs along the inside of her thigh. Breaking the kiss, Ellen drops her head to run her tongue along the length of my chest and down my stomach. Gripping my hips, she pulls me over by the bed and sat on the edge, coming eye to eye with my phallus. My sack hung low and she gently cups my balls, rolling them in her fingers. She leans in and sweeps her tongue around the head before popping it into her mouth with firm suction. My fingers tangle in her hair and she can tell I’m looking down, watching her as she took my entire length in and out of her mouth. She can picture what I saw and another lurch of desire took control of her. Using her free hand, she hikes the edge of the teddy up and slips her hand under her g-string to play with her clit. She varies speeds as she bobs up and down on my shaft. I groan my appreciation and she kicks up her efforts another notch, feeling my testicles respond, the sack tightening under her fingers.

With a grunt and a sudden motion, I both pull out of her mouth and pushed her back onto the bed. Kicking completely free of my trousers, I managed to get my shoes and socks off also before dropping to my knees on the floor.