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Thursday's Fantasy

by  X. S. Sillke

 

Mike came down the stairs with his briefcase, pausing at the bottom to allow his two young children to hurtle past him engrossed in their latest adventure of playing 'Pirates'. He dropped the briefcase in the hall and went into the kitchen where his attractive crop-haired blonde wife Kim was buttering some toast, picking up his coffee and planting a kiss on her cheek as he pinched a slice of toast.

"Morning darling, I see the kids are still in their pirate theme".

"Yup. Josh even fell asleep in his Jolly Roger shirt last night, I didn't like to wake him just to put his pyjamas on, so I'm afraid he slept in it all night."

"Well, I'm hoping we tie this new contract up by the end of the week, which will mean I can get home from work at a reasonable time again, and be able to see them before they go to bed."

"Mm, its Thursday isn't it, have you got your sales meeting with the Wilcox Brothers again ?"

"Yeah, I had better make a move, don't want to be late. See you tonight darling."

Mike pulled his wife against his body and gave her a long lingering kiss before grabbing his briefcase and going out to the car. They had dated each other from High School and had been married for ten years now, but with the long hours that he worked and the pressures of two young children they rarely seemed to have time for each other nowadays. Normal married life for a couple with a young family.

As Mike drove through the early morning traffic he started to feel excited, he always did on a Thursday morning pending his appointment with the Wilcox Brothers. He smiled to himself, he had been keeping these appointments for the last year and a half, and nobody at work had realised that they didn't even have an account for the Wilcox Brothers. He drove out of town and pulled into the Travel Lodge car park, parking at the top as far away from the road as possible. Taking the holdall from the boot of the car he went into the Reception to collect the chalet key. As he made his way across to the chalet he pulled his mobile phone from his pocket and punched a stored number key, and then just saying "Chalet 12" he then hung up. Checking his watch he saw that he had just over an hour to get ready.

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I pulled into the Travel Lodge car park, choosing an empty space away from the main building and facing the chalets. I glanced at the dashboard clock and saw that I was running early. Better have a cigarette, lighting up I admired the poppy red smudge of lipstick on the filter which exactly matched the colour of my painted nails. My heavily made-up eyes peered from between the twin sets of my long false eye lashes scanning the chalet doors looking for number 12. Ah, there it was at the top end. I would wait for a couple more minutes to make sure that Mike was fully ready. Despite keeping this Thursday morning assignation for the last eighteen months under my working name of Fantasy, I was feeling exceptionally vampy this morning, probably because that beneath my ankle length pvc coat I was only wearing my new black pvc corset with matching pvc panties, black seamed silk stockings, a black leather choker and black ankle boots with ridiculously high stilletto heels. Brushing the long fringe of my chestnut hair from its entanglement with my lashes I checked the dashboard clock again. Time to start earning.

I tip-tapped my way across to the chalet door, knocking gently on it. I heard the clicking of high heels coming from the other side of the door.

"Who is it ?"

"Its Fantasy, open up Mike."

The door opened and I slipped inside, walking across to the other side of the room before turning to observe my host, standing by the door in his Thursday best. I crooked my finger at him and he tottered rather awkwardly on his high ankle strap shoes across to stand in front of me. I ran my dark surrounded eyes over him, a black shoulder length wig, heavily made-up eyes, bright red gash of a mouth, a black lace bra containing silicone falsies, black suspender belt tautly supporting his expensive tan silk stockings with their black fish net design, black lace silk french knickers and red ankle strap stilletto high heels. I ran a finger over the prominent bulge in his silky knickers causing him to gasp.

"Are you that excited by being dressed like that, or are you that excited by seeing me ?"

"By seeing you Fantasy, dressing makes me horny, but it is you that makes me this big."

"Have you got my money honey ?"

He tottered over to the bedside table and opened his wallet, placing a sheath of notes on the top of the unit.

I dropped my coat from my shoulders and watched with pleasure as his over made-up eyes opened wide as he saw the kinky pvc corset and panties. I knew from experience that I daren't touch him again as it would probably cause him to explode into his silk panties. I leant forward and our jointly heavily glossed lips touched tenderly before I walked across to sit on the edge of the bed, motioning him to follow me on his unaccustomed high heels. Opening my own tautly suspendered silken legs wide to allow him to balance unsteadily on his heels between them I reached up with my brightly painted fingers to release his excited length from below a silk pantied leg opening. With my long chestnut fringe again tangling with my long false lashes he looked down from his vantage point to watch as I slid his bursting cock between my shiny lips, slipping it deep into my mouth and sucking my rouged cheeks in, running my hands over his silk covered legs, it was only a matter of seconds before I felt it twitching and squirting into my vacuuming mouth. He thrust at my painted lips as he deposited his spunk between them. I waited for the twitching to subside before releasing his cock from my mouth, standing up for our glossed lips to meet again, this time passionately, knowing that tasting his sperm from around my mouth would start to get him excited again.

"Now that we have prevented you from being trigger-happy, lets get comfortable."

I lay down on the bed and Mike came and lay by my side, his face slightly flushed beneath his make-up, he proceeded to run his hands all over my body, giving special attention to my pvc enclosed tits. After a while I pushed him over onto his back and started rubbing my silk stocking encased leg over his silk pantied cock, this action always ensured a quick revival. I reached up to release a tit from its pvc covering, guiding my nipple between his smudged glossy lips and watched whilst he eagerly milked me. It felt so good, I wished I could actually produce milk for him to suckle. He was getting hard again in his pretty french knickers as I continued to rub my stockinged leg over them. I freed my other tit from its cup for him to suckle, admiring the lipstick he had left around the first nipple, and reaching up to again free my long fringe from my lashes. I lay over him for some time, feeding him my titties, enjoying the feeling of power over this man laying below me dressed in his girly underwear and with a big hard-on in his panties that was caused by me.

He eventually tired of milking me and rolled me over onto my back, sliding my pvc panties down my silk sheathed legs. I took the panties from his hand and held the crotch up to his nose, allowing him to inhale the scent of my wet excited sex. Releasing his rampant cock once again through the leg of his silk panties and excitedly sniffing my panties he grabbed my ankle boots and lifted them high to rest against his shoulders, and then slowly lowered himself causing his body to slide down my stockinged legs until the back of my knees were over his shoulders. I was practically bent in half, my ankle boots pointing at the ceiling, as he slipped his rejuvenated cock between my legs and mounted me. He rode me hard with the sensation of my silk stockinged legs rubbing against his bra covered chest, one hand constantly roughly tweaking my lipstick covered nipples, I continued to hold my panties against his nose while my other hand sneaked around my body to grab his two front suspenders and pull on them urgently, causing the tops of his silk stockings to move up and down his legs. This urged him to even greater efforts as he rode me frantically, until I felt the familiar twitching inside me, and with loud groans he spurted deep between my open legs. Slowly climbing off me to release my silken legs back down onto the bed, Mike collapsed exhausted by my side.

We lay like that for some time, gently fondling each others sexily attired bodies, enjoying the feel of silk and other exciting fabrics beneath our fingers, and our now smudged lips still experiencing the slippery feel of the other. After a while I noticed the front of his french knickers was once again tenting, and reaching down I gripped the excited length inside the silky material and started wanking it. As much as my heavy make-up and sexy undies may turn him on, he was insatiable when he was wearing his silk undies. I wanked him roughly inside his panties whilst he stared up at this painted tart, and it wasn't long before my frantic tossing had him squirting yet another load, this time into his black silk french knickers.

I looked across at the clock. Getting up off the bed and retrieving my pvc panties, I struggled back into them before going to the mirror to repair my lipstick.

"Your times up babe, time for me to go. Things to do, people to see. Same time next Thursday ?"

"Yes please, Fantasy." came the exhausted reply from the heap of silk on the bed.

I minced around to the bedside cabinet and picked up the sheaf of notes, slipping them into the pocket of my ankle length coat, I clicked across the room to the door. I paused there, reaching up to push the long fringe of my chestnut wig away from my lengthy lashes again, and turning to look across to the bed at the hunky man dressed up in my silk underwear, I thought how much I loved my husband and what an exceptionally exciting way we had invented for me to collect my housekeeping money each week !!!

THE END

 

 

 

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