This was a fantasy I wrote for Jack, my partner I have talked about in another confession. We talked about this particular fantasy a lot and I had surprised him writing it out in elaborate detail and sending it in bits and pieces to him while at work. Hope you enjoy.
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I get home Fri night expecting to find Jack kneeling at the door but he is not around. I walk through the house wondering what trouble he has gotten himself into. And instead of finding him tinkering with the kitchen sink or some other home improvement project, I find a note and a box on the bed in my bedroom. I am confused; wondering what is with the “gift” considering it is not a holiday, special event, or anniversary that I can recall or think of.
Jack's note says that he has arranged a special night out for us and asks that I be ready by a certain time and to wear what is in the box. The note also says that I am not to worry about bringing anything other than my purse as he has arranged and taken care of everything. Part of me is not surprised as he arranged other nights out at the local dungeon and made sure my toy bag was already there.
I look at my watch and swear lightly; that gives me only about a hour to be ready to go out. But before I rush off to the bathroom curiosity as always gets the better of me and I open the box to see what Jack has picked out. A dress and maybe even a new pair of shoes? I laugh when I see the shoes on top. Black patent shiny stiletto platforms with a skinny thin heel that I wonder how Jack expects me to walk in them. I swear the man has a bigger shoe fetish than I do.
Next is a silk dress with spaghetti straps; the silk is so fine, it almost sheer and sure to cling to my curves. It is a lovely shade of purple which he knows is my favourite colour. There is a pair of matching panties and finally, under the dress is a box of jewelry; silver and amethyst earrings, and a matching necklace. I think to myself that this is going to be interesting. I ponder what Jack is up to as I shower and shave. I slather on my favorite lotion and perfume leaving me smelling like I normally do, oranges, and my skin silky smooth and soft. My hair is still wet and I don’t have time to dry it without being late so I pile it on my head in an updo.
I put on the dress and go back to put on my make up, not really paying attention to how it fits or looks at this moment as I am more worried about being ready on time. I put on the jewelry and shoes and sort of wobbly stand in front of the mirror. I gasp as I see myself and think wow, Jack can sure pick out a dress. The front is low, showing off the curves of my breasts and offering a glimpse of my belly. I was right about the material being so sheer because you can clearly see my nipples. The dress hugs my form, clinging to my hips acting more like a second skin than a dress. It is short too; just touching my thighs, barely covering my ass. Any slight movement and the material will ride up and I will flash the world all of my wares if I wasn't wearing the matching panties.
At this thought I grin to myself and slip the panties off. Have always been a bit of an exhibitionist and this dress is the perfect opportunity for me to have some fun. Plus I am going to really enjoy teasing Jack with a lot of look but can't touch play. I stand there wondering how long I can torture him like that before he starts begging.
The doorbell rings and I go to the door expecting Jack, thinking to myself why doesn’t he just come in, and instead of Jack, I find a younger but sexy man with dark hair and bright blue eyes. He is tall, lean, and tanned; obviously athletic of some sort. He is dressed in a dark suit with white shirt and a matching tie. He openly ogles me, licking at his lips as he takes in my barely dressed form. His eyes roam over my body before I cross my arms over my chest and ask in a no-nonsense tone what is it that he wants. His eyes snap to mine and he laughs, smiling. “I want you but…” he drawls, clearly amused. I narrow my eyes, the tone of my voice becoming almost a growl. “But?” I ask.
“I am here to pick you up.” He laughs again and I arch an eyebrow just looking at him. He flashes me yet another stunning smile. “Take you for a ride.” He chuckles and shakes his head as I still don’t say anything; I am telling myself that I can’t kill him because someone must know he is here. “I am your driver, Jake.” He flashes me another amused look.
He moves slightly to the side and it is now that I see the town car behind him. Sleek, black, with dark tinted windows; I know it will have rich dark leather seats inside without having to confirm. I nod my head and flash him a stern look. “I will get my purse.”
I am still holding my panties and it is too late for me to put them back on as Jake stands watching and waiting for me by the door. I stuff them in my purse and pick up my keys. I look the door and Jake escorts me to the car clearly amused at my efforts to walk. I keep wondering to myself if Jack is aware he hired an idiot; part of me thinks he does and did it on purpose probably hoping that I will take my frustrations and anger out on him.
Jake opens the door for me and stands holding it, watching me with interest. I stand contemplating my options when he flashes me another amused look. I flash him a pissed off look back but remind myself that I am suppose to be having fun. Since Jack is not here to play look but can't have, might as well torment Jake.
I turn so I am facing Jake; holding the door, I lower my ass into the car, making the hem of the dress ride up, giving Jake full view of my thighs and pussy. I sit for a moment with my legs wide, letting him hungrily take me in before I swing my legs in and pull the door shut. I see him laugh and go around to climb in the driver seat. “I can’t tell you where I am taking you, so don’t even ask.” He drawls before starting the car.
To be continued…
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