The Major's Pretty Baby Face Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

The Major's Pretty Baby Face Chapter 2

... I then licked my lips sensuously before applying the shocking pink lipstick. I looked hot. I slipped the flip-flops on my feet and put the lipstick tube in my front pocket and the small hairbrush in my back pocket. I left my conservative attire, white blouse, grey skirt, stocking, garter and bra, everything folded neatly in the paper bag on the vanity as I excited the ladies room to return to the booth……. In a word, Chastity looked hot and I am proud of her and with all she has accomplished. My baby face can easily pass for a girl in her late teens or woman in her early twenties. The exercise routine I have blue eyes on along with her diet did much to sculpture what was always there. Later today I’ll put Chastity to the test when I take her to a night club frequented the thirty and under crowd full of beautiful young women. It’s also popular with young Active-Duty or Active-Reserve-Duty Marines, and shall we say the occasional off the wall types. Matthew was sipping his second Cognac when I slid into the booth next to him, kissing his lips and smiling. “Do I know you young lady?” he asked teasing me, “My Secretary will be back any moment. I’m afraid I’m going to ask you to leave,” and he kissed me back, “But not yet. Your hot pink lips are begging to be kissed.” “What do you think of my new look, Sir, “I asked, boldly rubbing his high and tight clippered head. “I think you look incredibly hot and sexy; much younger than your actual age. That being said, I attribute most of ...

... it to your self-discipline of a good diet coupled with exercise to enhance your superior genes” I adore the way Matthew talks; it is so insightful to his analytical mind and how he notices of all the little details; he said I look hot and sexy and I want so much to tell him I love him. “I ordered you a small glass of Japanese plum wine. It’s a fairly sweet wine although not as sweet as you are. I think you’ll enjoy it. I have plans for us later, blue eyes,” and then he took my hands and kissed them, “behave and sip your wine while I finish my Cognac……..” After we left the Indian Restaurant Matthew and I went shopping for dinner; lots of vegetables including tofu and all the fixings for a cold fresh salad for me and thick cut lamb chops for him to go along with our vegetarian meal. In the whole time I’ve been married my husband and I never went grocery shopping together; Donald claims it to be woman’s work….woman’s work? Donald also won’t lift a finger to cook; not as much as grilling hotdogs or hamburgers outdoors; he will drink his twelve-pack of anything-on-sale beer and watch, making me do it. This evening Matthew was going to cook dinner for me, for us. Of course I plan to help because I am a good cook in my own right. In many ways Matthew is an enigma. He can be so stern and rigid, commanding me to kneel at his feet…He is very precise in his ways or how he demands things done at the office; everything for a logical or calculated reason that I have grown to understand and ...