The Simple Plan – Part 1- The Bath

They’d met before on numerous occasions, a social connection. Always partnered, always with a spark, never alone enough to venture towards the other. This time it was different. There was a plan, each currently on their own. The plan was simple. Meet and explore. Not very complicated at all, but perhaps very dangerous for two people who knew who they were, what they wanted and what could happen if the spark flamed into a fire and exploded out of control. They both liked their control. But wouldn't it be nice to lose it.
She had thought about the evening. She always thought about things except when she didn't. Therein was the issue. Would she attend, would she explore, could she deal with the consequences.
She stripped slowly and stepped into the bath, bubbled and scented. She wanted to feel the calm and did so as the water gently waved around her body. She touched herself wanting to know how it would feel when he touched her. Surely, he would. What would he find, how would he touch, where would it lead? Would it give him pleasure and her as well.
She raised her hands above her head, and watched as her breasts broke through the bubbles and her nipples hardened as the air touched them. Her left hand skimmed across her breasts, left and right. With each stroke the nipple hardened further. She smiled, it felt good. She clasped her left breast and moulded it with her hand, moving slowly, grasping and releasing, touching herself with her eyes closed and enjoying the sensation of the water moving about her body, and her hand exploring her breasts. Her other hand slid down between her breasts heading towards the heat she had created at the apex of her legs. Her knees bent and her body opened. She rubbed lightly there, backwards and forwards, feeling her smoothness. Exploring her body. Using her fingers lightly entering her essence. Her eyes closed and enjoying the sensations she was creating. Need, lust, want, touch.
She stopped, feeling almost sinful, but not quite. Pulling the plug, letting the water flow and feeling it drain against her body she reached for her vibrator and gently played it against her heat. Sliding it backwards and forwards, building the pleasure. Making herself wet, with her own juices. Pushing it into her body and out again. Teasing herself just as he had done each time they were close.Not by actions, but by his very essence and presence. But he had never touched her. Would she let him. She really didn’t know because the spark could lead to a fire, and was that where she wanted to go? In and out…..little by little increasing she began raising her hips against the need and pushing harder and further, building the climax and riding it….letting her senses take control of her body and imagining his shaft pushing into her and taking her completely. His mouth on her breasts and her lips, his hands pulling and pushing her as was his will. She shattered. Done. For now.
She had thoughts as she rubbed herself slowly dry taking extra care between her thighs so that her cum was removed and her cunt was made ready for more, if she would allow it. Who knew what the night would bring. She didn’t.

The Simple Plan- Part 2 - Preparations

The bed lay in the room draped in the clothing she would wear tonight. Carefully chosen to present the lady she was as the lady she remained, no matter the outcome. Nothing is for certain till after it happens. All the pieces the top layers, the accessories, the under layers, that would drape against her nakedness.
It was in these under layers she indulged herself in flights of fancy. She had always enjoyed the touch of silk and lace against her skin. Just the way it felt as it rubbed against her heat and nipples. The suspender belt also lay on the bed, with the black stockings. She sat and put on the belt, then leaning carefully forward attached each stocking to the belt, sliding them over her toes, ankles, calves, knees, and lower thighs, then further up to attach them to the suspender belt. That sliver of thigh exposed and so very soft, between the stocking tops and where her silk panties would begin. She imagined his lips there as he kissed his way to her heat, and slid his hands along the outside of her thigh. Stroking her over and over, filling her cunt with juices ready to be taken after he had seduced her. Stop. It was her mind, not the reality, that was still to come, maybe. All may be for nought. Perhaps it would be over before it had even begun.
Next she reached for her black silk panties and slid them on. They were immediately made wet, because even though she tried to stop herself, her body was anticipating the touches that would come. Her lacy bra was next and she touched her nipples to harden them as she put on the scrap of silk and lace. It felt good, and she closed her eyes and rubbed herself, all over, sighing in pleasure. The heat of anticipation and lust was running through her veins, whether she wanted it to or not.
Her body felt on edge. She just wanted to jump off and fall ,fall hard and deep over and over again lost in pleasure. Shaking her head. What we want, what we get, never the same.
The heels, high and black slipped on. She looked in the mirror and smiled as she reached across for her pearls, draping the long string over her neck and watching it fall against her blazing heat point. Pearls like the drops of cum, that would fill her later tonight. Earrings and ring, to match. Always a lady, at least from the window of reality. She walked to the dress. Picked it up and slid it over her body, zipping it closed, in front of the mirror. Another smile, another thought, more heat.
She looked in the mirror, twirled on her heels, anticipated, smiled and hoped that the sparks would fly and take her with them. A spray of her Spellbound and out the door sliding into her Maserati, and felt it meld with her body, as it always did. Gunning it, then flooring it, as she headed out into the night.

The Simple Plan – Part 3- Fireworks All Over

The car slowed as it reached the end of the driveway, an eager valet itching to take her keys. She stepped out and was aware of the admiring looks aimed at both her car, and her. She laughed. It always amazed her that people were so status focused, whereas she didn’t really give a damn. It was a car, and it was fast. End of Story.
She walked into the well lit room holding many guests and started sweeping across the many faces and then she felt it. He was there, and she could smell his scent – all male, clean, sensual and it shot through her body creating an instant lust stream of pre-cum moisture between her legs.
“Good Evening Princess”, he whispered into her ear. The breath of heat, sent her into a whirl of want. Were it not for the bodies she would have turned and taken his mouth and pushed him to the floor like an animal. Climbing on top of him and fucking him. But, not yet. She turned her head and returned the action, whispering into his ear.
“Good Evening Gryphon, are you ready to dance?”. She twisted in his arms facing him. Their eyes locked and battled. There was an assent, an agreement. He encircled her small waist and they headed to the dance floor to sway to Carly Simon, “I’ve got to Have You.” Her breathing quickened and she felt his hard cock against her cunt, and the space between them didn't exist. Two as one moving to the music. The floor was so crowded no one noticed, and if they did she didn't give a damn anyway.
Her familiarity with the property helped move him to the hallway, from which lead a door to an incredible library. It was incredible for many different reasons. The most important reason was it had a lock and she knew how to use it. He cocked an eyebrow, she placed a finger on his lips, and oh my god, he licked it. Trembling she took his hand and led him into the library. He stood. She locked the door and faced him.
“I want you to fuck me here, now and hard, ” she whispered. He moved like a cat, a predator and grabbed her hands with one of his, lifting them above her head and pushing her against the library ladder so she fell the rungs cup her buttocks, trapping her there, and him in front of her. He pulled down his zip and his cock flew out hard as a rock. She licked her lips and in moments he pulled up her dress and ripped her panties from her body and slid into her. She was so ready, wet, dripping and fucking wanting him. His mouth covered hers as he did so, long swift, hard cock ate her pussy pounding in and out fast, faster, she edged and screamed into his mouth and he came as he felt her cunt pulsate around him. Minutes…...after so many months of need it just had to be as it was. Perhaps …..next time…..if there was a next time….it would be slower, but they both sunk to the floor and just held each other till their breathing slowed.
Minutes passed. No need to talk. Just breathing in scents. She disengaged her body, stood, collected her ragged underwear, placing it in her shoulder bag, smiled and headed for the door as he zipped himself and also tidied his body. She nodded and left.
As she gunned her car around the first corner she noticed the card peeking out of the edge of her purse. She pulled it out. Smiling she read what he had written,

“Give me a call my exotic minx, I’m attending a party at Simon’s next week."