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It is going to be a fun night, I have been promising myself for ages that I was going to do this and finally the night has come… the night of ‘the party’  arranged by my potential Master, and I was unsure if I should be excited or just plain scared.   I go to shower, and while  the hot water runs over my skin I run the razor over my legs, and pussy to ensure that I am totally hair free, then shampoo my hair with the coconut shampoo that I love and condition it with the matching product.  I know it will leave my hair both smelling good and looking silky.   Walking naked across the bathroom to my bedroom I catch sight of myself in the mirror, hmm, not bad for my age, but certainly never going to see 30 again… but would I want to?   Without hanging around to think that one through I reach into the wardrobe and get out the dress that I have hanging in there waiting just for this night.  It is long, black, fitted close around my waist and hips, but cut low over my breasts,  the back dipping down revealing my skin all the way to the curve of my ass.  To the side there is a split right up to the hip… it was a dress that covered everything, while covering very little.   First reaching for the jar of body lotion I liberally apply it across my whole body, leaving it feel soft to the touch and with a slight sheen and I quickly dry my hair, leaving it soft and loose around my shoulders.   I take my stockings out from the drawer, slide them up my legs, admiring the soft sheen of the silk, and the thick lace band at the tops.  I wriggle into the crotchless panties, black, barely covering and most definitely revealing – if  and when I chose to do so. I am so in control… I think….   I drop the dress over my head, the halter neck resting under my blonde hair which swung down on one side of my head.   Simple sliver jewellery, necklace, bracelet and earrings are soon fitted into place and my black stilettos with the silver heels are on my feet.   I walk back into the bathroom and quickly apply a quick dab of cream to my face, then unusually for me, foundation, blusher, Şerifali Escort shadow to my eyes, and a flick of mascara and another of lipstick and I am almost ready. The  finishing touch is the splash of my favourite perfume Chanel Allure, applied to the pulse points on my throat, wrists, elbows and behind my knees and I am ready.   The nerves are starting to kick in now, and I move through to the kitchen to reach up for a glass and filling it half full of ice adding a generous measure of Vodka and a splash of lime juice.  I take a quick drink but hear the taxi sound its horn outside and I know the time is up, it is now or never.   With just a small hesitation I pick up my bag, run my hand through my hair to muss it just slightly, and I am out of the door.   When I get downstairs there is my black cab waiting for me, so I quickly jump in the back and it immediately sets off, I do not have to give any instructions, he knows where we were going. I catch his eyes looking at me in the rear view mirror and know I am looking good. I smile happily to myself, I clearly still have some mileage left in me yet.   We arrive at my destination and as I had been told to, I enter the building via the basement steps, and into the large open room,  with closed curtains all around all the walls, strange, I would have expected them only to be to the front and rear of the building… oh well, I was not there to examine the decor.  I walk across to the table and find the cream envelope that I had been told to expect, and a small bell,  the envelope would contain my instructions for the evening. Unusually brief, I had been expecting more.  Whilst we had been setting the whole thing up I seemed to get much longer missives, I guess checking that I really was up for some adventure.   If I was happy to continue I had only to ring the bell and then to undress, then to go through the curtains at what I had thought was the far end of the room, enter and draw the curtains behind me. I smile and without a further thought lift the bell and rang it a few times. Almost Şerifali Escort Bayan immediately there was music playing into the room. I smile again and slowly count to ten to calm the nerves that are now kicking in once again. Then, slowly begin to remove my clothes, unhooking the halter which I know will reveal my breasts , then wriggling my hips to ease it over my ass and watch as with a quiet swishing it pools around my feet. I step out of the tangle of material, what a waste of time that was, I had spent ages choosing it, I had at least hoped to wear it for a while at least tonight,  this was not at all what I had been expecting. My invitation initially had indicated a party, and that usually meant lots of people, good conversation, wine and even the odd nibble or two. Oh well, I would have to see what the night led to.   Next I hook a thumb into each side of my panties and slide them down to my ankles, and step out of them, kicking off my shoes as I do so. Last but not least come my stockings, I wonder what was happening here, was I being filmed? Just in case, I make the most of caressing my legs as I slowly remove them and bent low to the floor deliberately giving a view of the length of my legs and my high firm ass.    Ah well, I did not want to linger any longer, and was eager to see what lay behind the drapes, so I pad softly across the room, opened them just enough to allow me room to slip through and close them firmly behind me. I was now standing alone, naked in a darkened room. The scent of exotic flowers filled  my head and enveloped my body like a soft caress.The soft glow of light from two candles draws me further into the room. I  find myself stand before an enormous bed with a black wrought iron headboard. Ivory satin sashes are tied to each corner of the wrought iron frame. Two small matching tables on either side hold an ivory pillar candle. The black comforter is turned down revealing rose-colored satin sheets beneath. Burgundy colored rose petals have been scattered across the sheets and around the Escort Şerifali floor. I stand at the side of the bed.Beyond the soft candle light the room is pitch black and the silence is almost deafening.A sexy male voice reaches out to me from out of the darkness “Don’t move, stay right where you are . . . close your eyes.” The slightly deep raspy timber of his voice sends a shiver down my spine. The sound of it makes me suddenly very aware of my naked body. I can feel his eyes explore every inch of my body like invisible hands from out of the darkness. My nipples grow tight and taunt in response.I close my eyes slowly and wait. The seconds feel like an eternity. The only sound is my heart pounding. I can feel him behind me now; his body’ s heat a hairs breath away. He slips a satin blindfold over my eyes and ties it to my head. I am in complete darkness now. He reaches up and runs his fingertips down the left side of my neck. I immediately lean my head to the right as my sharp in-take of air pierces the silence.”I will have you.” He whispers, so close I can feel her lips brush my ear. My body feels like it is on alert. My head falls back on a moan when I feel him take my nipple into his mouth. Nothing else touches my body, just the warm sensation of his tongue encircling my nipple as  he sucks on it slightly. Sending shock waves through my body, ending with a deep ache between my thighs. “Keep your hands at your sides.” His words wash over me “My desire is to know your body inside and out.”Hands now explore every inch of my body. Starting at my cheeks the run down either side of my face and neck. Palm down on my chest and pause only a few moments to fondle my breasts. Giving a slight pinch to each nipple; lifting each breast as though feeling their weight. Teeth nip at each nipple sending a surprise shock through each, only to then be soothed with a sensual kiss.The hands continue on and reach back to grab my ass. Rubbing and kneading, pinching and pulling, fingers slide in-between and travel down to spread my cheeks and finger the outer edge of the entrance to my ass. Now I feel my juices really start to gather between my legs. I whimper ever so slightly, my body is on fire.One hand comes forward and cups my clean shaved pussy. “Wet already my slut?” He murmurs. As he starts to kiss my neck two of his fingers slip between the wet folds of my cunt.

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