semi historical novels about Vlad Tepes. The signing was held at the downtown Civic Center as there was lots of interest in meeting her and having her signature. The center was buzzing and the line for signing was long, but I joined it anyway. Everyone seemed in a good mood and were festive and friendly. There was a younger woman behind me in line that seemed to bump into me, by accident I assumed, just about everytime the line moved forward.
I could smell her perfume and the unmistakeable fragrance of wet pussy. I felt her hard nipples in my back several times and thought I detected her leaning in to smell my hair at least twice.
After one especially firm and extended "bump," I turned and asked "Miss, am I crowding you?"
What I saw was a young woman about 25 years old, maybe 5'5", long sun-streaked blonde hair,
large C+ cup breasts swinging and swaying provacatively in a short summer sleeveless dress. Tiny
waist and flaring "birthin' hips." Her legs were very toned and she had the face of a guilty angel. She stammer and looked down.
"No you're not crowding me Miss, I am just a little eager and nervous, I'm sorry." I just smiled and waited for her big blue eyes to meet mine. When she finally looked up, I said, "That's OK, I rather enjoyed it."
She just blushed and looked down once more. I finally made it to the front of the line and found that Elizabeth, the author, had heard of me also.
"Why didn't you just come to the head of the line?" she asked.
I replied, "I was just trying to be polite, why didn't you just wave me up?"
We both laughed and chatted for five minutes while she inscribed my copy of her latest book. We shook hands and I went over to an empty table, sat down to read what she had written. It took up an entire page, intimate and flattering. I lingered. The main reason I lingered was I wanted a little more of my delicious "bumper" in the line behind me. She took about 20 seconds. I caught her eye, which wasn't hard as she was staring at me the entire time Liz was signing her book. I crooked my finger at her and she came over and stood at my table looking at the floor.
"What is your name?" I asked.
"It's Kira" she stuttered. "And your's Miss....?" she stammered.
"It's Miss Tina, and stop being so nervous" I told her. "Have you had lunch, Kira?" "No, Miss Tina."
"Then come with me." I didn't wait for a yes or no, I just got up and walked out to the curb. She
followed.
My convertible was brought around in less than a minute and we sped of to my favorite East Valley cafe. We pulled up, the valet took my keys and we were seated immediately at my favorite table. Kira still seemed a little nervous but not as much as before. I ordered a bottle of chilled wine and took her hand in mine.
"Look at me," I said. She looked up shyly and I told her, "There is no reason to be afraid, I won't bite you! At least not until later."
This brought a litte nervous laugh from her but she held my gaze with those big beautiful, endlessly
blue eyes. I ordered for the both of us. I had determined almost immediately that Kira is not the type you ask, just tell, and she will follow and love it.
I used a little joke my hubby uses. I said "I am in the mood for a piece of juicy 'Coochi"!
He deliberately mispronounces quiche to get a laugh out of the waitstaff. It worked with Kira as I could see her visibly squirm, in a cute way. I explained the joke to her and we both had a little laugh about it. The wine seemed to be relaxing her and our lunch arrived and we dined liesurely. We got to know each other a bit and she told me she was a secretary for a downtown law firm.
I was getting more stimulated and damp gazing at this lovely, sexy girl just three feet away and she seemed to be enjoying herself. I slipped my sandal off and started to play "footisie" with her under the table. She stiffened a bit but didn't pulled away. I got a little bolder and moved my foot up and began caressing her soft inner thigh. She sucked her breath in and trembled a bit.
I finally made my way to that sweet V at the top, all the while just chatting normally. When I found
the spot I was lusting for, I found the wettest, little puffy nylon covered pussy. My toes were gooey and hot from the first soft caress. Her breathing became shallow and she started to shake. I gave her just a few more sweet toe caresses then withdrew. I didn't want the poor girl to pass out.
I took a red silk hankerchief from my purse as she watched. I let her see that I was using it to wipe the juices from my own dripping pussy beneath the table, then I wiped her juice from my toes to mix with mine. I brought the silk to my face and inhaled deeply. Then I folded the kerchief neatly and slid it over to her.
"Carry this with you always," I told her. She couldn't speak, just nodded and put it her purse.
As she had taken only a half day off for the book signing, I drove her back to work downtown. I gave her my number and address.
"Kira, not tomorrow, but the day after, I want you to come to my house. I have a special surprise for you." I said.
"But Miss Tina, the buses don't run where you live!" she replied.
"Baby, just call a taxi and don't worry about it. Just make sure you are at my home at 12 o'clock sharp, understand?"
I leaned over and kissed her very lightly on the mouth. She got out of the car and I drove away,
satisfied with my developing evil plan. I wanted the extra day mainly to fantasize about Kira and let her anticipation build. I used the time to check my "play room". My hubby had one of our upstairs guest suites converted and modified for me.
It has it's own bath, wet-bar and balcony. A walk-in closet contained shelves for my toys and equipment. Pulleys in the ceilings, stainless steel bars, posts with hooks, eyes and rings also graces my perfect playroom.
I laid out 50 feet of soft nylon rope and a dozen silk scarves. And for play, I laid out nipple clamps, a ball gag, three dildoes, and a clit clamp. The "ball gag" is not a ball at all, but a mold of the head of my hubby's cockhead. It was made in Japan for me. Made of flesh like latex, it is about the size of a small apple. It has a reservoir that holds about two ounces of a special mixture I concocted to taste like hubby's precum. It will dribble one or two drops unless sucked on, then three or four. The latex is a special compound that warms with moisture and it actually swells a little when sucked. The nipple clamps also were made in Japan. The have adjustable springs, soft edges and they vibrate. Little evil grinning smiley faces decorate them and they have cute tassels for pulling and yanking. Two of the dildoes are exact mold replicas of hubby's erect cock. Complete with bulging veins and a movable foreskin, (my hubby is uncut), the were made by the same company. Made of the same heat activated latex, they vibrate and throb and contain a reservoir that contains "cum," same mixture as in the gag. They "cum" when squeezed especially hard by a woman in a violent extended orgasm. They are nine inches long by seven inches around. The third is a purple, "wart covered" smaller dildo. I laid it out because I am not sure my Kira can or even wants to take both of the bigger dildoes. Mr. Purple is eight inches long, five inches around. The last toy is my pride and joy. It is a special "clit clamp". The clamps are two inches long, covered in soft latex. It is designed to fit the length of the clitoral shaft leaving the clit peeking out. It vibrates with a remote control. I can make it hum softly or buzz like an angry hornet, from anywhere in the room.
Friday arrived and I slept late and started getting ready for Kira about 10.30am. I showered and
touched up with my little Epilady. Perfume, dark red lipstick, my long dark hair pulled back into a
French roll. I put on my "Dorothy in OZ" red pumps, jewel encrusted. I wore matching G-string panties, also red crystal encusted, so tiny they barely covered my clit. Topped off by a red silk robe ending about an inch below my ass cheeks.
Bobby, the guard Captain, buzzed the house at 11:58am. I love a girl that is on time! He escorted the taxi with Kira to the front door. Kira exited, I paid the driver and both cab and Bobby went back to work. Kira was a dream come true. Little yellow sundress that looked like she borrowed it from her younger sister. It had spaghetti straps, backless, front cut down to her navel. She obviously wore no bra and the dress ended about three inches below her pussy. Her hair was done in ponytails high on her head, tied with yellow ribbons. I love a blonde in yellow, especially yellow panties, my favorites!
"Hi Sweetheart," I said.
She replied with a "Hi, Miss Tina".
We went into the great room, which had 14 foot glass walls with a magnifient view of the Superstition Mountains.
