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A WOMAN'S TOUCH...e****t Service

... knowing it would be better later when I went wild all over my black fuck toy. I purposely went light on cosmetics. I didn't want him to think I was a whore, although I hoped to be his private slut in a few hours. I put a light pink glossy lipstick on, just enough for him to notice. I wanted him to focus on the lips he would be prying apart. I then perfumed with Vanilla Musk...my neck, my wrists, between my breasts, the insides of my thighs, my ass cheeks. Next, I put on a wispy black lace bra and matching panties, and finally the thigh-high pantyhose I purchased in honor of the occasion. The dress I selected was a long, black silk, slit up one side to just above my knee. I always got great compliments from men when I wore it, and tonight I craved more than compliments! Dignified three inch black heels finished my look. I added a single small string of pearls around my neck, and diamond earrings. The reflection in the mirror was very flattering. I looked like a nice, warm, comforting woman....who couldn't wait to eat her fill of black cockmeat. The front desk called, notifying me the limo had arrived. After a last look in the mirror, and a deep breath, I grabbed my purse and headed for the door. At the last minute I stopped and shimmied out of the panties, already wet with my juices, and flung them on the bed. My pussy got a little jolt when the driver opened the door to the limo for me (after giving me a very slow once-over), and I laid eyes on my date. Alan intro- duced ...

... himself, and shook my hand, and he was obviously shocked to see an attractive, older white woman. I sat across from him in the big back seat area, smiling all the time, and we made small talk as my mind tried hard to concentrate on his words. He was young and attractive, but I was more interested in what he had for me between his legs. He was wearing pleated dockers that were kind of baggy, so I couldn't get a very good idea of his package. We arrived at a nice restaurant, were seated, and had a nice dinner. I made sure to order a couple of good bottles of wine, over Al's blushing protests that he was too young, and had never had any before. By desert, I'd stared the conversation around to his romantic life, and he blushed again when he said he'd never had a real girlfriend before, because of the time he spent practicing basketball, and keeping up with his studies. A fresh flood of juice wetted my pussy as I thought of how nice it would be to show this young man what a woman's holes are for. After dinner I told Al that I'd forgotten something back at the hotel. I asked the driver to take us back, and I again sat across from him, this time being much less modest about crossing my legs. Al was really happy now, feeling more comfortable, and the wine had him loosening up quite a bit. I watched him sneaking glances at my legs, and I made sure he saw plenty of thigh. Every time we laughed, I leaned over and touched his thigh, letting my hand linger and press just a little bit longer, ...