A Twist in My Plans...

I had it all planned out. We were playing dress up and he had agreed to go "away" and be called when I was ready for him to come into the bedroom.

Because of the holidays, I had waited 3 extra extra weeks for the stockings and body suits I had ordered to arrive. But finally at the end of the week, they did.

Canceling our original plans for going out Saturday night, we set the tone for the evening by me stating I would like to play dress up and him happily agreeing.

I figured, my idea, my choice.

Well, yes, I chose what I wanted to wear, I chose the way I wanted my hair, my makeup. Fishnets or silk stockings? Garters or body suit? Thigh high or knee high boots?

About the only thing I didn't choose was whether or not to wear panties. There was really no decision there. I mean, really. Come on.

I spent time getting my hair and makeup just right, then shooed him from the room, and began to get dressed.

I chose a fishnet body stocking, knee high boots and a short dress that I zipped up to my cleavage and set the lighting.

Then I called him in.

I had planned to pull him to his knees, between my spread thighs, entwining my fingers in his hair as he licked my pussy before fucking me. In between this was a vague but firm plan to suck his cock. I was still hammering out the details, so to speak, in my brain when he walked through the door.

His hand went to the back of my neck, the other hand on the small of my back, as he pulled me, like a rag doll, to his body and kissed me. In between kissing me, holding a chunk of my hair in the back to keep me locked to him, he managed to get my dress unzipped and off.

There I stood in my body suit and boots as his hand went to my pussy, his fingers sliding along my glossy slit until I was moaning into his mouth.

It happened so quickly ... Just the way I like it when he is going to overpower me.

Pushing me down onto the bed, he takes my boots off and begins to strip out of his clothes. I watch intently as his jeans slide off his hips and down his legs.

Reaching out for his hard cock he shakes his head at me, and grips his shaft as he comes and lays next to me on the bed.

In between kisses, he leans in and whispers my secrets to me, the secrets only he knows.

As he does, his fingers slide inside me and my hand moves down to stroke his cock.

His other hand grips my hair again and in one fluid movement, he is kneeling in front of me, his hard cock poised at my lips, dripping precum onto my tongue.

I smile up at him as I open my mouth.