Pink Prologue

You remembered seeing the outfit originally on the rack and laughed because you knew it would drive men, drive me in particular, crazy.

You brought it home and placed a call to me, knowing it would get me there that night, and then hung your coat carefully on the rack.

Each piece of your clothing is carefully unbuttoned, with a series of small releases under your fingers as you gain more and more freedom. The cream blouse slowly opens and spreads apart as you work your fingers lower and lower, then gently tug at its edges with just the tips of your fingers to open it completely. Your skin breathes in the night air.

You slide your fingers back along those open edges, the cream colored silk revealing warm flesh underneath it that hasn't been exposed or explored in too, too long. The fiery tingle of your body the blouse spreads and your hands have full play on that revealed and hyper sensitive skin.

The gasp at the slight pop of the bra clasp between your breasts coming free, and your nails running so gently across you to push that last set of folds wide open. You are exposed now, flushed and anticipatory. The silk blouse and bra slide to the bed behind you, forgotten. Your fingers return to your breasts, massaging the curves and feeling the heat growing inside you. You find your high, hard, insanely sensitive nubs and start working them. Breathing more and more heavily. Moaning. Staring at the pink frilled outfit you have laid out - when your eyes can focus - and imagining me seeing you in it, lusting after you in it, controlling me with it, and the hot wet rush makes your knees grow weak.

One hand on the bedside table to support yourself you unbutton your jeans and peel them off. The skin underneath breathes freely after its confinement, the form fitting, clinging framework of the jeans that drew eyes all day - but most especially mine this morning as we broke our fast together. Now it's been 12 hours since I touched you and you need to break that fast again. And you know that I remember how you looked, that I would have some regret at not being the one to slide off those jeans.

Your lacy, cream colored panties slide off, soaking wet, and you carefully place everything you had on today airside. Before you on the bed are the white and pink frilled top that will barely contain your bountiful breasts, the white and pink frilled skirt that makes no effort to hide the curves of your ass and the white stockings with bows and garters that you can already feel me wanting before you even don them.

Contemplating timing, you reach for the phone to see if anyone wants to share what you will drive me to. How much could you do to me? And how many women would want a part of it? The phone rings….