Lisa is Offered a Senior Position

We went into one of the change rooms, I felt a bit embarrassed with Jen in there with me. She said, "Slip off your dress and stockings, and let's see what we have underneath."

I shrugged the dress off my shoulders ... that left me standing there in my stockings, and tiny thong. "Wow Lisa, you are gorgeous, you have beautiful breasts, so firm, just the right size and shape, and a beautiful figure. I wish mine were like that," Jen said.

"Hey, your figure is very nice," I replied.

Jen smiled at me, I could feel myself starting to blush. I could feel my face going red, and my nipples starting to tingle. Jen came up behind me, holding up one of the dresses, "Right, let's take off your wet stockings. Here, slip into this dress while I help you take off your stockings."

I had to place my hand on Jen's shoulder, to steady myself as she slipped the stockings down my legs, feeling her hands touching my soft skin. I could feel my body starting to get that tingling feeling, running into my breasts, my stomach, then into my sex.

"It's just as well you did not get wine on your legs, you would have to had to shower," Jen said as she ran her hands up, and down my bare legs. "Lisa, I think with this dress you might have to change your thong, that looks to be wet from the wine. I know it is small, but let's do this properly."

With that she pulled out this tiny bit of silk, "What is that?" I asked as I pointed to the barest piece of silk.

She laughed, "It's what is called a Brazilian thong."

She held it up, "Hey, you don't expect me to wear just that, I might as well go without any underwear."

Small was not the word, "Oh Lisa, you have to try it, you will feel so sexy in it, you have the body for it."

I took it from her, slipping 'it' up my legs, looking into the mirror. My God, it was small, all it was were strings around my waist, down between the crack of my bum, and a very small piece of silk going into my sex lips, not even covering my sex.

"Lisa, you HAVE to wear it, it really is so nice and SO SEXY. I bet you feel sexy with it. With my shaven sex, with my all over tan, no tan lines because I love laying in the sun, 'nude', it looked fabulous."

I had to admit I did, I looked into the mirror again, turning around to see my bum, "Oh God," I could not even see the thong, my husband would love that. 'So what about Tim?' I thought, 'God, he will rape me.'

Then Jen stepped up behind me, putting her hands on my waist, so that she could adjust the thin strings around my waist, pulling them a bit higher so that the 'THONG' slipped right into my sex, tight on my clit. 'Oh God,' I thought, 'if she touches my sex I will have an orgasm.'

The wine had gone to my head, and her hands felt so nice, so soft, "See Lisa, you have the body for them, that's all you should wear in the future. When you are going out, just think what your lover will think, when he sees you standing in front of him wearing just that and thigh high black stockings. You are even getting me hot," Jen said laughing, as she ran her hands over my bare breasts, tweaking the nipples ever so gently, kissing the back of my neck.

I was watching her play with my breasts in the mirror, feeling my body responding to this new feeling of having another girl touch me. I knew she wanted to make love to me, watching her hands cup my breasts, as she pushed her mound onto my bum. Watching one of her hands sliding down over my stomach, heading for my sex, which must have been so wet. I could feel my sex wanting to be touched, played with. I could feel myself starting to give in to the pleasure Jen was starting to give me.

But, I knew I had to stop this for I could feel my body responding to her light touches. I looked at her, then I said, "Please Jen, I would love to, but at this moment we don't have the time," giving her a kiss, feeling my bare nipples rubbing on hers. I could see hers nipples sticking out too, I stood back, smiling at her, "Ok Jen, let's get dressed."

I slipped the dress on, it was similar to the one I had on, but more figure hugging, you could tell that I had no bra on, for you could just see my hard nipples sticking out. It was clinging to my bum, I looked in the mirror, feeling so sexy in it. No wonder she gave me 'that thong,' it looked like I had no underwear on. But 'that thong' would not give me too much protection. The dress was black, but with streaks of grey in it, thin straps going over my shoulder, I liked it very much, but this one had more of a back to it, I thought it might be a size smaller that I normally take.

It was cut a bit lower in the front than my other one, so if I leant forward, you could see all of my breasts, but not quite my nipples, which at the moment were quite hard. It was tight, all the way down, ending about 3 inches above my knees.

"Wow Lisa, you were made for that dress," Jen cried, stroking it all the way down my back, caressing my bum at the same time.

She stood behind me, so that we were both looking into the full length mirror, as once again she cupped my breasts, gently teasing the nipples, 'Oh God, if felt so nice.'

I turned around, smiling at her, giving her a kiss on the cheek, "We can't," I told her. The dress I had on was made of silk and clung to every contour of my body. You could make out my nipples, if you looked close enough ... you could see they were starting to harden. The silk was rubbing on my nipples as I walked around in it. And Jen did not help, wanting to play with me. Feeling the very thin string caught in between my bum cheeks, and my sex. It was starting to rub on my clit. Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt so sexy, and hot, 'God, if my husband was to see me now', I thought, 'what will Tim think seeing me in this?'

I stopped with my bum to the mirror, 'Wow, with my high-heeled shoes on, and the way the dress clung to my body, you could see no panty line.' It made my bum look tight, and firm, 'Just as well I only have 'THIS' thong on,' I thought, once again thinking of my husband, 'what was he insinuating, and Tim, what if I did have him, or let he have me? What if I liked it? Once again, I was back to the ifs, where would our marriage go?'

Once again, Jen came up behind me, standing close to me, looking over my shoulder, "God Lisa, that is your dress, I don't think anyone could wear it like you do," she said, as she slipped her hands around to the front of the dress. Pretending to smooth it out, I began feeling her light touch on my nipples, on my hips, my bum, seeing the look of want on her face, as I looked into her eyes, in the mirror.

I turned around, smiling at her, "Hey, if we were anywhere else, and at another time, I would love to finish this. But at this moment, I am sorry I can't, Tim is waiting for me." With that, I leaned over to her, giving her a quick kiss on her cheek, then standing back before it could go any further.

Jen took me by the hand, leading me out of the change room, then looking at Tim, she said, "You are a very lucky man, to have a friend like her, what do you think of that dress? Don't you think she looks gorgeous?"

I looked at Tim, standing there, staring at me, feeling his eyes burning up and down, my body, feeling my body responding to his eyes, thinking I should have changed my thong, for I could feel some juices running into my sex, and there was nothing there to stop them.

"Oh Lisa, you look like a million dollars." He came over to me, bending down to kiss my cheek, he took both my arms, holding them out, then making me turn around, eyes burning into my body. I could feel the want, the lust, the need. He looked at me, "Ok, she will have that dress, that is perfect." He let go of one of my arms so that the other pulled me into his side, as it slid around my waist, giving me a squeeze, letting his hand rest lightly on my hip just above my bum.

I looked up at him smiling, "Tim, as much as I like this dress, I think it is too much, you might want me to sign a contract," I said laughingly.

He laughed, "Let's go into that later," he replied, sending shivers all through my body, knowing what he meant.

I just looked at him, thinking 'Oh God, I want this guy. If only he knew what my body was doing to me.'

Thinking what my husband would say if he knew that Tim was a black Adonis ... so fit, so tall, so commanding, yet just like a gentleman. I knew that whatever happened later, if it did, would be like nothing I have ever felt before, even with John. I had this feeling that Tim, might wash away the memories of John.

As Tim signed for the dress, I happened to see how much it was, $475, 'Wow,' I thought, 'so that was how much Tim thought I was worth, that was a lot of money.'

We went to turn away, but Jen called after us, "Hey Lisa, you nearly forgot your purse." She touched my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, "Thanks Lisa, you look gorgeous, have fun," and she gave me a kiss on my cheek, whispering, "I have put my phone number in your purse, please ring me."

I nodded my head, turning to Tim, as he took my hand, leading me out to the limo. The driver took one look at me, giving a little whistle and a sigh, as I got into the back. I smiled at him, blowing him a little kiss, for I felt so sexy, so naughty, knowing that all I had on was this silk dress, and that 'Brazilian thong.' She was right I did feel sexy, for some reason. I thought, 'wait until Tim sees me in that.'

"Ok Lisa, I think we might wait until we get to the restaurant, till we have any more drinks," Tim said with a laugh, "we don't want 'that' dress spoilt." I felt like a million dollars in that dress and thong, I could feel the tiny piece of silk, in between my lips, touching my clit, every time I moved. I wondered if that was the whole idea, if so, it was quite pleasant.

Arriving at the restaurant, the waiter came up to us, looking at me, smiling, then at Tim, "Good evening sir, we have your table all ready, would you care to follow me?"

As we walked to the table, I could feel all the guys eyes watching me. I even gave my hips an extra bit of swing to them, as I looked around a few times, seeing their girlfriends talking to them. It made me feel so sexy, so hot, seeing the desire in their eyes. My nipples were starting to burn, wanting to be kissed, played with, nibbled on, or just to be played with.

He took us to a table, fairly close to the dance floor, the tables were on a slightly higher level, "Would this one do you sir?"

Tim looked at me, "Hey Lisa, would you like to sit outside and enjoy the night?"

I looked outside, there were all nice coloured lights hanging, tables placed around, with little candles on them, a small stage for a group to play, with the dance floor in the front, it looked very romantic.

"Oh yes Tim, I would love to be outside, lets do that." The night was still very warm, I could feel myself relaxing, starting to enjoy Tim's company, thinking, 'Oh God, I am starting to enjoy this lifestyle.'

The waiter said "That's no problem," taking us to a table in a nice secluded corner. It was dark, but we could see everyone, "There will be music soon," he said, "if you would like to dance." It was nearly 9pm.

I had garlic prawns with a salad, and a small sweet, the latter mainly to absorb the smell of garlic on my breath. I enjoyed another glass of wine, making sure I did not spill any on my dress, holding my napkin under the glass. When Tim saw what I was doing, he laughed, "Hey Lisa, don't worry I don't think a dog will run out here."

We sat there talking about general things, Tim asking about my husband and children, not believing I could have three, and yet still having retained my figure. I told him about my exercise routine to keep me looking trim. I was asking him about his past life, he hinted that his wife did not particularly like too much sex. I asked him why, he just smiled, saying "I have a problem with some girls," leaving it at that.

I looked at him, wondering why? He appeared to me to be everything that a girl would want in a guy ... successful, tall, fit, confident. And 'definitely dark', I thought smiling, and I could feel my body starting to want him.

I was really relaxing, enjoying Tim's, pleasant company, and some of his little double meaning answers. We were both flirting, laughing at each other's responses.

Tim looked at me seriously, "Hey Lisa, would you like to dance?" I think he had noticed me glancing at the other couples dancing.

"Why yes Tim, I would love too," the music was slow, not all this 'rap music' that I hated.

We headed to the dance floor, holding hands. We danced, and I was thinking, 'With this thin silk dress on, Tim will soon release all I have on underneath is a thong.' I could feel his hands travelling around my hips, feeling for my panties, now and again cupping my bum.

Tim held me close, first I put my arms around his waist and shoulder, the normal way. Then as we danced, I put both arms around his neck. Just as well I had my high heeled shoes on, which made me taller, so that my body fitted close to Tim's, knowing he would be able to feel my firm breasts on his chest, and my hardening nipples.

Maybe it was because of the wine, Tim, the beautiful night, I felt my body relax into Tim's, he had his hands around my waist. Sometimes, when I was turning, he would put his hand onto my bum, as his leg went in between mine.

He looked down at me, "Lisa, I know you must have heard this many times before, but you are gorgeous." Then he leant down and kissed me, gently on the lips, just a nice gentle kiss. My husband never seemed to say that to me much, so it made me feel sexy, maybe 'desirable', it just made me feel wanted.

I was enjoying the dancing, the closeness, the hardness of Tim, as he held me, feeling his hands running up, and down my back, sometimes onto my bum, which I did not mind, and was starting to turn me on.

We had gone over to the small balcony, looking out to the sea, he had his arm around my waist. I had no desire to move it, and as I turned to him, he did the same thing too, so that we were both facing each other. He put his hand under my chin, raising it, then leaning down, he kissed me, just a nice kiss, gentle. As he went to kiss me again, I took the bold move, opening my mouth, allowing his tongue into mine, he pulled me tight, feeling the desire in his kiss, letting our tongues entwine sensually, teasing each other.

Then his hands went down to my bum, cupping my small tight buttocks, in his huge black hands, pulling me onto him. I tensed as I felt something push onto my stomach, then I quickly relaxed, as I realised it was his manhood. It felt so nice, and quite 'full', but at the same time strange. He reminded me of a big black panther, the way he moved, so confident, so fluid.

I started to think 'Oh god, what if my husband knew about this, this would be my second strange cock.' I had only been with my husband, and that one night with John, so I was very new to the ways of other guys.

His hands were running all over me, sending shivers all through my body. Feeling his hands run up to my breasts, then down my sides and onto my bum, rubbing his sex into my stomach, my mound. Then a thought ran into my head, 'Are all guys bigger than my husband?' Tim's manhood seemed to be bigger, and more full, than what I remember of John's cock, who was bigger than my husbands.

'God that was really nice, filling me like nothing before, going where my husband could never hope to reach. Is that what I need, huge cocks, to fill me, satisfy me?'

I could feel his manhood growing even bigger than John's, 'My God, what does he have down there?' I thought.

I felt my breasts wanting to be touched, played with, 'anything.' Tim was getting me so aroused, pushing that 'big thing' onto me, feeling 'that thong' rubbing on my clit, sending shivers into my sex, my breasts, everywhere, I just want to be fucked.

'Oh god' I thought, 'what has got into me? As soon as a guy with a big cock touches me, I am his.'

I could feel Tim sliding his hands under my skirt, holding my bare bum, as we kissed deeply, feeling his huge hands kneading my tight bum. As one of his hands slid his fingers down my bum, down to my anal entrance, I was hanging onto him, arms around his neck, crying into his neck as he played with me. I rubbed my mound on his legs, feeling that 'huge thing' on my stomach, 'God, he was a lot larger than John.'

Just then I heard my phone ring, "Leave it," Tim said.

"I can't, it will be my husband making sure I am ok, it won't take a minute," I said.

"Hi honey," I said into the phone, "what are you up too?"

"Nothing much, I am just ringing to see how you are."

Just as my husband said that, one of Tim's thick fingers found the entrance to my sex, and I gasped from the sudden intrusion, feeling it hitting my g-spot.

"Are you ok honey?" my husband asked, "I thought I heard you moan."

"No it's ok," I managed to gasp, as another of Tim's thick fingers entered me, pushing deep into me, kissing my ear, listening to what my husband was saying to me.

"So where are you, not in bed with him already, are you?" my husband asked jokingly.

"No not yet, is that what you want me to do, go to bed with him?" I said in a hard voice, thinking 'so that's what he wants me to do, fuck everyone.'

"What is he like, have you met him yet?"

"What could I say to that?" I thought, for my husband had just got me mad, taking it for granted that I would 'fuck' everyone.

"Yes I have met him, as a matter of fact he is here with two of his fingers inside me," I said sarcastically, "would you like to talk to him, he is finger fucking me at the moment, on a balcony, just outside the restaurant. If he keeps doing that, I will cum," knowing that would get to him.

"Oh, ok Lisa, take it easy, I was just asking, but don't forget it's up to you. Whatever happens, I still love you."

"Hey, it's you who needs to take it easy, not me, but if you want me to fuck Tim, just say so now, ok? Would you like to tell him?" I looked at Tim, seeing him smiling at what my husband had said, kissing my neck as I tried to talk to my husband.

I was very annoyed at my husband, for putting me in this position. The first time with John had been a total surprise, but here was my husband telling me to fuck Tim. Doing what he did with my underwear, as much as I wanted Tim, I kept wondering what more would my husband want, where would it lead to, when would it stop? My mind was in turmoil.

Tim was listening to all this, kissing my neck, feeling me up, and at the same time, running his hands up to my sex, stroking my legs. I opened them for him, giving better access to my sex, which was so wanting to be touched, pierced, entered, played with.

I had never felt so wanton, so sexy, so hot, so turned on, talking to my husband as another man toyed with me, even though I was angry with him.

I felt Tim's finger find my entrance again, then pushing his fingers into me, with his thumb playing with my clit. It was taking me all my time not to cry out with the pleasure he was giving me. I was nearly cumming, but I wanted my husband to make the decision, now that he had rung me.

"So you have met him," he said, "so what is he like?"

You have to picture this, here we were on a balcony, just outside the restaurant door, dimly light. I was talking to my husband on my phone, while this tall black guy had his hands up my dress, finger fucking me, playing with me, wanting me to cum on his fingers. Anyone could have walked out, seen us, watched us ... I could not stop it, is this what I wanted, needed?

I nearly collapsed onto the floor, from the pleasure Tim was giving me. Just as well I was hanging onto Tim's shoulders, as he pushed his fingers into me, playing with my clit, 'Oh god, I am nearly cumming,' I thought.