Payback is a Bitch - Sex Stories

Payback is a Bitch

... into a bag in black lace panties, stockings and suspenders. She could be heard chatting away to Jen and as she bent over the camera zoomed in on her arse and there was a brief glimpse of bare flesh in the crotch. Jen could be heard cheering ‘Woo hoo!’ before Laura turned around and attacked her yelling. The video stopped. I smiled, but at the same time was dismayed. I didn't know what sort of night they were out on, but I couldn't remember the last time Laura wore anything like that. Were they crotchless knickers or just a narrow crotch? I don't recall Laura having anything crotchless in her collection. She'd always gone for popper crotch teddies or bodies. Mind you I hadn't seen her in one of those for a while either! I replayed the video and took in the full curves of her ass and her shapely thighs before pausing and zooming in as she bent over. 'Nice!' I nodded. The lace material had parted slightly as she'd bent over and yes, I had seen bare flesh. Close inspection showed it to be the puffy lips of her labia looking to make good their escape from the parting sides of the crotch. “Fuck me I hope you've still got them when you come home babe.” I said quietly to myself. Half hour later I got a further update. A picture of Laura holding a glass of wine next to her face with a big cheesy grin. She stood in, what I assumed from earlier to be, stockings with a black skirt that sat a few inches above the knee and a cream blouse, open at the neck. She was made up, her eyes ...

... sparkling and her brunette, shoulder length curls were perfectly coiffed and seemingly full of bounce. She looked stunning and I texted her to say so. ‘You look beautiful. Hope you have a great night. Go fluster a few souls!’ I received a reply a few minutes later. ‘Thank you x. Don't worry I will’ I smiled, then thought a while. Was there any hidden meaning in her response? I was useless at this shit! Did she mean that she'd have a good time, or that she'd fluster a few souls? Texts! Bleeding useless in their brevity. I dismissed the thoughts out of hand. 'Getting old and paranoid boy!' I told myself. I went to the kitchen and cracked a bottle of red wine. I chose a Merlot, like I had any idea that I knew what I was doing. In reality I’d picked it because I could lose my thumb in the recess under the heel of the bottle, which allegedly indicated that it was a good wine. That and it was thirteen percent, which told me I'd be slaughtered on a bottle of the stuff. I went back into the lounge and settled myself down to watch whatever crap Saturday night TV could throw at me. Four glasses of Chateau Toutigeac later I dozed off to Arnie saving the world; or at least his part of it. ******************************** My phone buzzed violently on the coffee table in front of me. I snorted in a deep breath and looked around to get my bearings. My mouth was already dry from the dehydrating effects of the wine and I rolled my tongue around my mouth and teeth as I focussed on the now motionless ...