Ray and I started dating shortly after my divorce. I’d been working for Victoria’s Secret Catalog so not only did I have an amazing forty percent discount on purchases, but I was also privileged to have first choice on new lines of merchandise before the catalog had been placed in mailboxes across the country.
For this particular evening, I’d selected a very sheer black lace baby doll which enhanced my small breasts. I also picked a tiny black matching g-string to show off my curvy ass.
I’d taken care in curling my already wavy hair, spent a great deal of time with my makeup creating the perfect smoky eye and red lips and groomed everything just right, adding the faintest dash of a sexy perfume in all the right places as well as a few hidden ones. I tucked my new lingerie set into my purse and dressed in a little black dress plus high-heeled black pumps and headed out of the door.
After a small dinner in Ray’s apartment, we cozied into the couch, drank wine, and indulged in chit chat. We were still slightly nervous from the newness of the romance. Eventually, he leaned in and kissed me, long and passionately, then asked if I would like to move into the bedroom. He said he had a surprise for me. I nodded excitedly and asked for a few moments to freshen up.
In the bathroom, I changed into my sexy outfit, refreshed my gloss, fluffed my hair and admired the reflection in the mirror. I blew myself a kiss and repeated a famous line from a movie. “I’d fuck me… I’d fuck me so hard,” then opened the door, more than ready to begin the night.
Stepping out, I saw him resting shirtless against the headboard. He had a bottle of champagne opened beside him on the nightstand and a small row of lit candles on the dresser. I took a deep breath and, stepping slowly, produced my best catwalk strut towards the bed. At the footboard, I slowly turned around, moved a hand up my thigh and rested it on my hip. With the other hand, I drew my hair back over my shoulder and shook my head. In my best husky Kathleen Turner voice, I purred, “Do you like what you see?”
Ray responded with one raised eyebrow and a very cocky, “Nothing makes you look good.”
This is that moment in the movies where a needle is dragged across the record player and the whole world comes to a standstill with a giant screech.
“Um, I’m sorry? What did you just say?”
He leaned forward and repeated the statement, even cockier this time, “I said, nothing makes you look good.”
I could not believe the words that kept coming from his mouth and tears formed in my eyes. “I don’t understand. Why would you say that? I thought you found me attractive.”
He quickly got off the bed and came to me, asking “What’s wrong, honey? Don’t you understand what I’m saying?”
He wrapped his arms around me and I could not hold back my tears. They streamed down my cheeks as I tried to push away from him.
“Let me try this again,” he said, sliding his hands up my arms and easing the thin straps of my baby doll off my shoulders. He continued pulling the material down to my waist, my breasts bouncing free. He cradled each breast, sending shivers down my spine as he leaned into me, grazing his lips down my neck. “Nothing makes you look good. You see? It’s getting better already.”
I trembled under his kisses as the realization of his words sunk in.
“Damn it, Ray. You could have said, ‘You look best with nothing on’ or maybe, ‘You’d look better if you took it off.’ But you actually used ‘Nothing makes you look good’.”
He chuckled against me and, reaching for my hands, guided me to the bed. “Poor choice of words. Let me make it up by giving you your surprise. Lie back and relax. Close your eyes and let me take care of you.”
I smiled, wiped away my tears and settled on the bed. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the feeling as Ray gently lay on top and began kissing me, softly at first and then with more urgency as his tongue explored my mouth. He pulled back from my mouth and trailed his lips over my neck, down to my shoulder, nipping me gently with his teeth.
He proceeded lower, fondling one breast while covering the other with his mouth. I gasped when he sucked the nipple, sending electric shocks through me. He continued kissing down my torso, teasing my tummy with his tongue and I struggled to breathe. He reached my hips and, trance-like, I watched him, feeling his fingertips tracing feather-soft patterns around my inner thighs, creating goosebumps along the way.
Ray looked up at me and smiled. “I told you to relax. Close your eyes and let me take care of you.”
I closed my eyelids and bit on my bottom lip, anticipating what was coming next. My body was on fire and I suggestively raised my hips off the bed.
I heard the noise — (krsshhhh) — before my body felt the next sensation.
I lay there paralyzed, trying to absorb what had just happened. Then I felt a cold rush deep inside my pussy and realization hit me.
My eyes shot open and I raised my head.
