by Ami Snow
Her eagerness only grew with every passing minute. Bethany watched the clock slowly work its way to seven a.m. “Come on, John,” she said. “Where are you? Don’t you know I need you?”
Five more excruciating minutes went by. Bethany’s heart leapt in her chest every time a car pulled onto their street; it sank like a stone every time it turned out not to be John’s little blue Chevy. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” she said.
The very next car was John’s. Bethany rushed to the front door; she had it open before he could even knock.
“Good morning, sexy,” John said, with a big smile. “You look absolutely delicious.”
Bethany blushed. “You look really good too.” John cleaned up really nice. He was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans and a black striped button down short sleeved shirt that showed off his muscular arms. She stared for a moment, and then remembered her manners. “Come in,” she said. “Come inside.”
“Oh, believe me,” John said, as she shut the door behind them, “I intend to.” They stood kissing for a long moment, and somehow, John’s hands found their way inside Bethany’s fuzzy bathrobe. He cupped her tit gently, squeezing and stroking the sensitive flesh.
“That feels so good,” she said. “I love the way you touch me.”
“I love touching you,” John said. “But you told me to bring you something pretty to wear, so I did.” He held up an ivory striped bag. “Go put this on for me. And then we’re going to have a really good time.”
Bethany took the bag from her Father’s best friend. “Okay.” She pulled the ribbon open and peeked inside. There was a frothy pile of red lace in there. “No Dalmatian spots this time?” she asked with a laugh.
John shook his head. “That’s when we were just playing. Today’s the real deal.” His gaze was intense. “And I can hardly wait.”
Bethany blushed. “Just give me a minute,” she said. “I won’t make you wait long at all.”
She slipped into her room and let the door shut – almost. There was an almost two-inch gap where John could watch the proceedings if he wanted to. Bethany didn’t let herself look to see if he availed himself of the opportunity; the possibility that he might be watching was exciting enough.
There were several red lacy pieces in the bag. Bethany pulled them out one at a time, discovering to her delight that each was even more gorgeous than the last. There was a red corset top, with bands of silky ribbon covered fabric in set with bands of wide-patterned red lace that showed her skin below. The bra cups on the corset were just large enough to support her breasts; they provided no actual coverage for her nipples.
There was a garter belt that matched the corset perfectly. It was made of the same red lace, with four dangling straps fitted with tiny clips at the end. It didn’t take Bethany long to figure out that these were to support the sheer red stockings that were practically transparent, except for a long seam that ran straight up the back of each leg. “Sexy,” she breathed.
The final piece of lingerie in the bag wasn’t technically a garment at all. It was just a complicated configuration of narrow red elastic straps. Bethany held it up in front of her, confused as to how she was actually supposed to wear this thing.
“Crotchless panties,” John said through the doorway.
Bethany blushed. Her skin was almost as red as the lingerie she was holding. “Of course they’re crotchless panties,” she said. “I knew that.”
She undid the belt on her bathrobe and let it fall to the floor, smiling a little when she heard John’s quick intake of breath. The crotchless panties went on first. She’d never worn a pair before, so they felt a little awkward. But this wasn’t the time to complain about that. Then it was time for the garter belt. That was easy enough, and slipping on the silky stockings made Bethany feel very sexy. She paused to study her half-dressed reflection in the mirror for a second.
“Do you know what this outfit needs?” she asked herself. “Indeed I do,” Bethany answered. She walked over to her bed and bent over – provoking a throaty groan from John, who’d felt but had never seen her pussy before – to retrieve a shoe box stowed below. “Some fuck me pumps.”
She’d bought the shoes on a whim ages ago. At the time, Bethany had no idea what she’d ever wear three inch red patent heels with, but the opportunity had just presented itself. When she slipped her freshly stockinged feet into the shoes, Bethany felt her entire posture change. The angle of her hips was different. She had an overwhelming urge to just lay back on her bed and let John do whatever he wanted – but at the same time, she knew he wanted to see her in the entire ensemble first.
The corset went on like it had been made for her. It went around Bethany’s torso perfectly. The little hook and eye closures in the front were kind of a pain to close, but as each one came together, Bethany felt her back straightening, and her ample breasts being lifted up. The lace lay flat against her skin, encasing her closely.
When she looked in the mirror again, Bethany saw herself a woman transformed. The red lace stood out brilliantly against her pale skin; her raven colored hair was a gorgeous contrast. With the high heels on and her breasts so prominently out there, Bethany had never felt sexier in her life.
It was time to see if her Father’s best friend agreed.
She turned toward the door and beckoned with her fingers. “Oh, John?”
He was in her bedroom in a flash. “You called, gorgeous?”
Bethany smiled. “Do you like what you see?”
John shook his head. “No.”
Bethany cocked her head, puzzled and more than a little disappointed. But John didn’t let her frown for long. “I love what I see.” He took her in his arms again, and gave her a kiss that made all his previous kisses seem like sweet pecks on the cheek in comparison. “And I can’t wait to make love to you.”
He gently maneuvered Bethany toward her bed. She sat down on the edge, and was surprised when John knelt on the floor in front of her. “Do you know what’s so great about crotchless panties?” he asked her.
Bethany shook her head. “No.”
John put one hand on each of Bethany’s ample thighs and gently pushed them apart. “They’re the perfect thing when you want to eat pussy.”
The first touch of John’s tongue was like fire. Bethany thought she’d been hit by lightning. Her whole body started shaking and she nearly leapt to her feet.
“What’s the matter, beautiful?” John asked. “Nobody’s ever kissed your sweet pussy before?”
Bethany shook her head again. She didn’t trust herself to speak.
“Oh, darling,” John said, with a gentle laugh. “You are in for a treat.” He bent his head down between her thighs. “Trust me. Just let it happen.”
John began by kissing the inside of Bethany’s thighs, once on the right, once on the left. Then he got down to business, slowly running his tongue up and down over the length of her sex.
“Oh God,” she groaned, instinctively letting her hands come to rest on the top of John’s head. His close-cropped hair felt like velvet under her touch. “That feels so good.” It was hard for her to keep her hips still; she found herself wanting to grind her crotch forward into John’s face.
“Easy, tiger,” John murmured against her pussy. He reached up to hold her hips, lining up his fingers to cover the red lacy garter belt. “We’re just getting started.”
Then he began to flick his tongue back and forth over Bethany’s clit. It was a sensation she’d never experienced before. “Oh, sweet Jesus,” she groaned. “Please don’t stop, please don’t stop, please don’t stop!” Bethany’s hips were coming up off the bed; she had his skull cradled between her hands and was doing everything she could to maximize the contact between her clit and his super talented tongue.
John let go of Bethany’s hips with one hand, and slowly introduced his middle finger into Bethany. She was sloppy wet and greeted him with an eager groan. “Oh, yeah,” she urged him. “Fill my pussy up.”
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Eager to please her, John slid another finger in while intensifying his oral attentions to Bethany’s clit. The results were electric. Bethany screamed. Her hips arched and a rush of hot fluid gushed from deep within her pussy.
“That’s it,” John said. He stood up and reached for his belt. “You’re ready for me now, gorgeous, aren’t you?”
“Oh, God, yes,” Bethany agreed. She flopped back on her bed, spreading her legs as wide as they would go. “I want you inside me right now.”
That’s when they heard Bethany’s Daddy’s car pulling into the driveway.
“What the fuck?” John exclaimed. He pulled his pants up over his swelling cock, fumbling to get the zipper closed. “I thought he was working a double.”
“I thought that too,” Bethany said. She looked around her room in a panic, searching for clothes. “That’s what he told me.”
“When you come out, bring a book,” John said, headed for the door. “I’ll tell him I came over to borrow something to read.”
Bethany nodded. She’d found a pair of black yoga pants, and was wiggling into them when the front door opened.
“Hey, John,” Daddy said. “What are you doing here, buddy?”
“Can you believe that bitch took every single book out of our place when she left?” John said. “I’ve got nothing to read at all. I remembered you told me your girl’s taking classes, so I figured she probably had something I could borrow.”
With a sigh of relief, Bethany found a baggy sweatshirt to slip into. The fabric was thick enough to obscure the fact that she was wearing a corset; Daddy didn’t need to know there was anything strange going on.
“I’m sure she’s got something,” Daddy agreed. “I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me,” he added. “Those damn chicken wings must have been bad. My stomach’s been doing a number on me all day long. I had to tell my partner he was on his own today. I’m going to bed.”
Bethany didn’t actually have a lot of books in her room. She grabbed at random from her shelf and wound up with a biography of Lincoln she’d had to read for her history class. “Here you go,” she announced breezily as she walked into the living room. “You said you liked history? This is all about what the president was doing during the Civil War.”
“That sounds perfect,” John said. He glanced at her feet quickly, and too late, Bethany remembered she was still wearing the silky red stockings. Luckily, her father’s attention seemed to be elsewhere. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” Bethany said. She quickly stepped into a pair of house shoes she kept by the door. “It sounds like Daddy’s not feeling too good. I’ll see you out.”
She followed John out of the house, down the steps and into the driveway. There, they both started laughing. “What the hell, man?” John said. “We just can’t get a break.”
“We can’t get a break here,” Bethany agreed, stressing the last word. “Daddy’s got terrible timing.” She cocked her head. “Could we go over to your place and finish what we started?” She let her eyes run slowly over John’s muscular body. “I’d really like to.”
“I’d really like to, too,” John said, but then he paused. “I’m just not sure about at my place. It’s weird. My wife. You know.” He shook his head. “Well, you probably don’t, but I do. That won’t work. Give me an hour, I’ll get a hotel room here in town. We’ll do that instead.” He reached for Bethany’s hand and squeezed it. “Does that sound all right?”
Bethany nodded. “Just don’t let Daddy know where it is.”
John laughed. “I won’t. I promise.”
When she went back into the house, the first thing Bethany did was check on her father. He was laying in his bed, covered with a blanket, with a bucket pulled up near his head. “Are you feeling okay, Daddy?”
“Not exactly, darling. Those damn chicken wings are kicking my ass.” He shrugged. “Sorry about stinking up the place.”
“That’s okay,” Bethany said. “I was thinking about heading out to do a little shopping anyway. Did you want me to pick up anything for you?”
“You’re not going to stay home and take care of me?” Daddy asked, and Bethany felt her heart sink right into her shoes. Some of this must have shown on her face, because Daddy laughed. “I’m kidding, sweetheart. But you can grab me some ginger ale and saltine crackers when you’re out and about, okay?”
“Sure thing, Daddy.” Bethany bent and kissed her father on the forehead. “I’ll definitely bring those back with me.”
She headed toward the door, stopping only when her father said, “One more thing, kiddo.”
“What’s that, Daddy?”
“Don’t let John break your heart.”
Bethany’s eyes went wide. Her father, on the other hand, closed his and turned toward the wall. “Don’t forget the ginger ale.”
“I won’t,” she said, and left.
Out in her car, Bethany took a minute to think about her Father’s comment. Daddy didn’t miss much, but he wasn’t one to mince his words, either. If he didn’t want his daughter to see John, he would have flat out said so. The fact he didn’t – well, it wasn’t exactly the same thing as permission, Bethany thought, but it wasn’t exactly the same as him saying “Hell no!” either.
She started her car. There wasn’t a lot of time. John said he’d be texting her within an hour, and before that happened, Bethany had some shopping of her own to do.
There weren’t many stores in their little town that carried lingerie, but Bethany knew of at least one that was a little more in her price range. She sped over there and explained to the clerk exactly what she was planning to do.
The clerk smiled and nodded. “We have exactly what you need back here,” she said, and led Bethany to a rack filled to overflowing with shimmering peignoirs. “These are very romantic.” She nodded toward another rack, right next to it. “And we happen to have some affordably priced trench coats that cover them up perfectly.”
“Thank you,” Bethany said. She hurriedly made her selections and paid the clerk. “Is there any place I can change my clothes?” she asked, just as her phone buzzed. It was John, texting her with the location of the hotel room he’d rented.
“Of course there is, dear. Of course there is.”
The drive from the lingerie store across town to the hotel room John had rented took only a few minutes, but Bethany was nervous the whole time. What if a cop decided to pull her over? Her attire wouldn’t really stand up to scrutiny from law enforcement. The thought both terrified and excited Bethany – but not nearly as much as the thought of John seeing her for the first time in lingerie she had picked out for him to enjoy.
John had clearly been eagerly anticipating her arrival. He had the door open before she’d finished her first knock. He’d changed into a loose pair of black pants and wore nothing else: his chest and feet were bare.
“Hello, sexy,” Bethany said. “You look absolutely delicious.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” John said with a smile. He closed the room door and secured it with a chain. “Now we don’t have to worry about any interruptions.”
“That sounds wonderful.” Bethany agreed.
John stepped closer. “Can I take your coat?”
Bethany nodded, letting the khaki fabric slip from her shoulders. Beneath, she wore a translucent gown with shimmering knots of sequins sewed all over it in an open work pattern. The sequins almost blocked the view of her achingly erect nipples and hungry pussy – but only almost.
“You like?” She had to ask.
John pointed to the front of his pants, where his erection had pushed the black fabric taut. “I don’t even have any words.”
“Well,” Bethany said. “We’ll take care of that.” She sank to her knees in front of her Father’s best friend, and tugged at the waistband of his pants.
“Oh, yeah,” John said, as his cock swung free. It was a long, thin shaft, topped with a plum-shaped pink head. “This is going to be awesome.�
� His hand rested gently on Bethany’s dark hair, stroking it softly. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a girl as much as I want you.”
“Likewise,” Bethany said, and then laughed. “Well, you know what I mean.” Then she kissed the end of John’s cock for the first time ever, and neither of them did much talking after that. Bethany’s mouth was occupied with licking and slurping and sucking; for his part, the thing John did most was moan.
When Bethany brought her hand into the game, fondling and squeezing John’s balls while she sucked avidly on his hard cock, it was almost too much for him. The steady stream of moans somehow became even less coherent. He was thrusting his hips forward into her grip, doing his level best to slide the length of his cock right down her throat.
“God damn, girl,” he did manage to groan out once. “Keep doing that and I won’t be able to make it into your sweet pussy.”
“Oh, no,” Bethany said, pulling her head back. “I’m not missing out on the main attraction at this point.” She stood up and kissed John squarely on the lips. “I need to feel you inside me.”
“Your wish is my command,” he replied. They collapsed onto the bed, kissing and touching and squeezing, until they found a comfortable position: John flat on his back, and Bethany straddling him.
“Are you ready for this?” she asked him.
“Sweetheart, soldiers are always ready.”
Bethany moved until the lips of her pussy were brushing against the very tip of John’s erect cock. “You know what I mean, John.”
He grew serious. “Yes, baby. I am totally ready for you.”
“Good,” she said, slowly letting herself down onto his cock. It was long and thin; the descent took longer than she imagined possible. “Because I can’t wait any longer.”
When she was settled on him, the thin cloth of the peignoir flowed over them like a cloud. “You look like an angel,” John moaned. He reached up and grabbed her breasts through the negligee. “An angel with absolutely amazing tits.”
Bethany started rocking back and forth, sliding upward until almost all of John’s cock was exposed before sliding back down again. Every time John touched her, her pussy grew wetter and wetter. Soon the hotel room was full of the squishy sounds of their lovemaking; each juicy collision punctuated by John’s throaty moans and Bethany’s gasps of pleasure.
