Diane's Birthday by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Diane's Birthday by loyalsock

Diane was definitely hot. I first saw her at the annual flea market. Honestly, it wasn't intentional but I kept running into her. I know that I was checking her out and was fairly certain that she was doing the same. Her eyes and smile hinted at a nasty streak which had me thinking of her in a whole new way- basically, naked. Her body was made to be seen, perfect curves filling out tight jeans which only made my imagination go wild. She knew exactly what she was doing. When I came by, she would cast a quick glance, and bend over slightly, examining some object. She didn't look back at me until she had finished examining the antique. Once, she grabbed her knees to examine a chair closely. Sometimes she'd do a little &#034dance&#034 while feigning interest in a piece for sale. While she went thru her little ritual, I happened to notice an old razor strap for sale. I picked it up and examined it. She immediately reacted, and came over to the table. She took her time, stopping to handle an object enroute. Very nonchalant. Certainly not chasing after me! She gave me one of those glances, flashed that naughty smile, and asked, &#034What do you plan to do with that?&#034 I was lost for words--rare for me! &#034I like leather,&#034 was my reply. We chatted briefly about antiques. And she mentioned that today was her birthday--she was 23. She looked 23, except for those eyes and that smile. They betrayed a depth of character hidden by her cheerleader like features. I suggested we ...

... have lunch after looking around a bit. She agreed, and we spent about an hour looking at antiques, chatting, and thoroughly enjoying one another's company. But I couldn't keep my eyes off those buns, and although she pretended not to notice the glances I stole while she looked at antiques, I knew she knew. Looking at antique kitchen implements was a real trip. There were paddles and cutting boards galore. As I picked each up, I considered its potential application as a spanking implement. Specifically, I imaging whacking Diane with each. She picked up one paddle, almost caressing it. &#034I want this one,&#034 she said. &#034Why don't you buy it for me?&#034 She sounded like a little girl. I couldn't believe it. It was a perfect spanking paddle. Looking back, I couldn't help but wonder what other people thought when they saw me carrying a razor strap, and Diane with that paddle! No one said anything...and the clerk at the store didn't even flinch when I bought them both. We made our way to a restaurant, and talked about many things. Diane was a commercial artist, single, and had broken up with a boyfriend six months ago. She liked antiques and good food. Her relationships were short lived. &#034I guess I'm just a naughty girl,&#034 she explained. &#034No man can tame me!&#034 I was going crazy. She hadn't mentioned spanking, but sure seemed to be begging for it. I thought I'd venture carefully into the subject. A harmless remark she could ignore or respond to. &#034Sounds like ...