The impromptu date

That night, Amy went out in a dress that was extremely sexy even by her standards. Even before she had a chance to talk to Peter about what had happened, his discomfort in taking her out dressed like  that soon gave way to excitement. It helped that she was running a  constant high from her arousal. She was practically naked, The fabric  might have draped softly over her but it seemed to conform to every dip  and dimple of her skin. Every breeze threatened to reveal her most  private area to everyone around her.

She drew a lot of attention and both of them enjoyed it. She felt  like an escort, sitting in the restaurant with several equally as  beautiful women but none of them was dressed so provocatively. She  played up to the role by being extra flirtatious with Peter.

Peter couldn’t take his  eyes off her. He had taken a little persuasion to take her out in that  dress but the desire to show her off mixed with her obvious excitement  and enthusiasm for the idea had made him relent. Climbing in the taxi,  walking down the street, and even sitting at the table threatened to  reveal her and a little part of him was wishing for that sudden gust of  wind or for her to be a little clumsy in how she moved.

He had always appreciated her vivacious beauty and understood that  most men found her to be attractive but he was only just beginning to  realise how much he enjoyed seeing others desire her. Naturally, this  conflicted with his straight-laced demeanour. Such lewd thoughts were  unbecoming and he struggled to accept them but here with her so  undeniably sexual appearance they had won out over that part of his  identity. As she ran her painted toe up his leg, an action so befitting  her appearance, his lust won out.

“You still haven’t told me what started all this,” he said, gesturing at her body.

“No, I haven’t,” purred Amy.  She was enjoying this immensely. She had had a hard time not  masturbating after she discovered the missing panties and had been horny  since then. “Are you sure you want me to tell you now or save it until  bedtime?”

“Tell me now. I can’t wait any longer.”

“Now I want to bully you and make you wait but I suppose it might be  more fun to see you squirm here.” She told him about the plan and how  she set it up. How she invited Kenny into her room fully intending to  take her clothes off in front of him. “I knew that dress had a difficult zipper. When it slid up perfectly the first time I was so frustrated. I  had hoped he would really struggle, forcing him to be in close contact  with me. I surprised him by turning around quickly.” She giggled at the  memory. “Oh Darling, his face was such a picture. He couldn’t stop  looking at my chest, it was so cute. He was so close to me. A part of me  wanted him to touch me. He looked like he wanted to touch me. You  wouldn’t have minded, would you? A little grope of my big titties?”

“I…” Peter was struggling to answer.

Amy laughed. “I’m only playing,” she said. “No need to panic.”

“Then,” she went on, “the zip wouldn’t come down. He was panicking a  bit, I could tell. His hands were shaking a little. I wasn’t sure if it  was that he was worried about the dress so I told him not to worry about  it. He gave a hard tug and I ‘fell’ backwards.” She made the inverted  commas gesture when she said ‘fell’. “I bumped my butt into him. I  hadn’t been sure he was hard before but I was when I felt it pressed  into my booty.”

Peter swallowed hard and looked both shocked and enthralled. “Go on,” he croaked. “What happened next?”

“Are you sure you want me to keep talking? You look like you are  struggling a little, darling.” She always playfully emphasised the word  darling when she spoke but this time she heavily emphasised it making it  sound almost like an accusation.

“I’m fine. Go on. Please.”

“Well, if you are begging me too I suppose I must. The next outfit I  knew was a little dull but I wanted an excuse to bend over more so pants  were the obvious choice plus the top was small but it didn’t look sexy  enough when I put it on. Then I noticed how much the pants showed off my  butt so I asked him what he thought about it.”

“The pants?” asked Peter.

“No, silly, my butt. I asked him if he liked the shape of it.”

“And did he?”

“What do you think?”

“I think he liked it very much,” said Peter, warming up the conversation.

“Hehe, he was so panicked. I had to tell him it was okay to look at me. He has such an appreciative look on his face.”

“I appreciate your bottom too, you know.”

“Yes, but there is an appreciation in a young man's face that you  just don’t get in more experienced men like yourself. It was like he’d  found nirvana but that was nothing compared to what happened next,” she  teased.

“What happened?”

I didn’t know if I dared put this dress on but I had planned it out  just in case I did but I was so worked up by this point I couldn’t  resist. I knew I had to be naked to wear this one.”

“Did you take your clothes off in front of him?” asked Peter with a look of awe.

“I wasn’t that brazen, I made him turn around but…” she grinned and  toyed with the rim of her wine glass flirtatiously as she locked eyes  with Peter. “I may have  accidentally forgotten that he was now facing a mirror. I didn’t dare  look at him but I am sure he saw everything.”

“You are so bad. I can’t believe you did that,” said Peter. His words sounded serious but there was something in his expression that made Amy feel at ease that he was secretly happy about it.

“I was so aroused by that point. I walked up to him. I could see his  cock pushing against his trousers at this point. I handed him the fabric  to feel how silky it was. I wanted him to lift it up. To look at me  directly and see how wet I was. Unfortunately, he didn’t have the  courage to make that move and I had run out of courage too, I had to run  to the bathroom to calm down. That was when I called you so I could  make my excuse for stripping in front of him true.”

She looked at Peter who  had a serious look on his face. She was about to say something as she  was beginning to get a little concerned she had taken it too far when he  grabbed a passing waiter's attention. “Check please and quickly, I’m in  a bit of a rush.”

Amy smiled to herself and finished her wine as Peter impatiently paid the bill. As he led her outside his hand grabbed a  hold of her bottom and gave an eager squeeze. It was very out of  character for him and she giggled and fell into him at the surprise of  it. “You are so worked up,” she whispered to him but he didn’t respond.

Amy expected to find  the taxi waiting but there was nothing there. She had assumed that he  was eager to get her home but instead they walked away from the  restaurant a short way until he turned down a small alley by some closed  shops. It led to a small courtyard with large bins. Away from the  streetlights, it was dark and Amy was about to ask what was going on when Peter turned to her and pressed her against the wall. “I can’t wait. I want  you now,” he said and pressed his lips to hers before she could say  anything. This new and forceful attitude was thrilling and her tension  left her body as she gave herself over to him.

Before she knew what was happening he spun her around and bent her  forward. Her hands pressed against the brick wall and she realised what  was happening. She just panted in her own arousal, her pussy even wetter  than it had been during all their sexy conversation. She didn’t need or  want foreplay. She wanted him to take her like this. She gasped as he  pushed his cock inside her. His hand went to cover her mouth and she  began to moan into his palm as he fucked her vigorously from behind.

It didn’t last long. It didn’t need to. She had cum just as quickly  as he had. She felt his cock softening inside her, his body pressed  against hers as she supported herself on the dirty alley wall. They  panted quietly together, not speaking. Peter pulled out of her and fastened up his trousers. Amy stayed where she was for a moment. She could feel his cum escaping her  pussy. Some of it dripped onto her thigh. She took a deep breath and  turned around so she could lean against the wall. She laughed at Peter’s awkward expression. “We’ve never done anything like that before,” she said.

“I’m sorry. You looked so whorish and I just kept fantasising about  you being one. I wanted to treat you like one. I should have asked  first.”

Amy eased herself off the wall and draped herself over Peter. “You didn’t need to ask me and you don’t need to apologise. I loved it.”

“Really?”

“I liked being your whore,” she said softly before pulling him into a  kiss. She pulled back and gave him a grin. “I could do with getting  home though. You made a bit of a mess of me.”

Peter coughed, “I’ll call a taxi.”

Once on their way home, they held hands in the back. Amy leaned into Peter and whispered, “I hope I don’t make a mess of the seat. I haven’t had a  chance to clean myself and I don’t have any panties to soak it up.”

“Sorry,” said Peter, “We’ll be home soon.”

“Stop apologising, I actually kind of like it. It’s reminding me of how wild you were.”

“Yes, well, post nut clarity, to use your phrase. I’m a little embarrassed.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“When you were thinking of me as a whore, were you thinking I was  just a whore for you or like a real whore and you were just one of my  many clients?”

“I’d rather not say.”

Amy chuckled smugly.  “That means the second one.” He didn’t reply and just looked  uncomfortable. “You hate lying don’t you? Your silence says a lot.”

“Can we talk about this another time?” he said, gesturing towards the driver.

“Spoilsport.” She gave a big sigh. “I am going to bring this up again  though. If it gets me fucked like that again then there’s no way I am  leaving it alone.”

“Dear,” he chastised.

“Sorry, I’ll behave.”

They got home and Amy  jumped in the shower. As she was drying herself she noticed a familiar  pair of panties in the laundry basket. She picked them out to examine  them. “Oh my god, is he really that dense?” she laughed. “Does he really  think I wouldn’t notice some wacking huge cum stains on them? Boys can  be so dense. Shit, I never told Peter about the panties. Oh well, I’ll save it for another night.” She looked  at the stained panties and she was hit by an invasive thought. She  lifted them up to her nose and took a sniff. The familiar scent of cum  filled her nostrils. Kenny’s cum, a man other than her husband's. She  dropped them back in the laundry basket. “Shit. I’m horny again.”