Putting On a Show - Sex Stories

Putting On a Show

Buzzzzz . You pick up your phone to see a new message from me. “Tonight you are all mine. When you get home, I want you to take a warm bubble bath, grab a glass of wine, and relax. I will text you again on my way home, and I need you lying naked on the bed before I get home.” Your mind races as you wonder what I have in plan for you tonight. You snap back into your work and continue your day-to-day tasks. You feel the warmth of your of your wetness begin to soak through the sheer black thong you are wearing. Glancing at the clock for hours, you ache for 5:00. As soon as the clock strikes 5:00, you race to your car and start the slow crawl back home. The traffic is backed up on the freeway and this adds to the agony. Buzzzzz . You grab your phone as your read the message. “I know you are probably sitting in traffic. Why don’t you start getting ready for your bath a little early. Reach behind, unhook your bra and slip it off after you unbutton your blouse. Don’t fix those three buttons, leave them.” Placing the phone back down, a devious smile comes across your face as you slowly unbutton your blouse. You feel the rush of freedom as the bra slips off your luscious chest. Reaching for the buttons, you remember my instructions and stop. The late afternoon sun is shinning on your chest as you inch forward. Feeling your panties getting damp you slide a hand inside your blouse to give a tug to your now stiff nipples. Yearning for more you message me back. “You are driving me crazy ...

... baby, what do you want me to do next?” I text back immediately. “Why don’t you undo one more button for me and hike up that skirt. I have a few rules for the rest of your drive home. 1. You can only rub outside your thong 2. Every time you get a double-take from someone, you must flash them. Enjoy your drive home.” You blush at the thought of doing what you just read and reluctantly unbutton your blouse. Hiking up your skirt you can feel the heat from between your thighs. The nerves on your fingertips respond to the sensation by slowly tracing the lace border of your thong. Scared to look left or right, you continue driving. You can’ help but notice the red truck on your left keeping a steady pace with you. As traffic comes to a stop, he eases up next to you. You notice as he turns to take a look at you. “Only one look, I’m still in the clear”, you think to yourself. Reaching to change the radio station, your blouse opens a little, catching the eye of the driver. He looks over as you both make eye contact. A shot of anxiety rushes over you, knowing what has to happen next. You smile as he continues to stare; reaching dow,n you pull the sides of your blouse open as your dark nipples come into view. His eyes grow larger and a big smile comes across his face as he gazes upon your beautiful chest. Embarrassed, you quickly cover yourself and look away. Adrenaline is pumping as you think about what just took place. The wet spot on your panties grows larger as you are so turned on ...