I’m at work, and it’s a packed, stressful, meeting heavy day. I already feel overwhelmed. But underneath my rather professional black Cos dress I am wearing a red bordello bra and matching thong. Tights, because who can wear suspenders outside the bedroom and some modest heels. Nothing to see here, colleagues.

In the gap between the finance meeting and the team meeting I have three hours and I intend to use them wisely.

We have talked about him answering the door in his skirt, all dressed up for me.

He’s only ten minutes away in a cab, which is both ridiculous and dangerously tempting for future me. As I’m driven, despite the brief ride I feel like I’m in a movie as the sun creates a dappled light across the park, someone throws a ball for their dog, guys outside the pub cheers their pints, and suddenly I’m there.

The house number he’s given me is confusing as I count along the road but his place opens out onto the side of the house not the front. How clever. So discreet.

He answers the door in jeans and tousled wet hair and his dog I’ve heard so much about is by his side. She’s a beautiful black greyhound and I make more of a fuss of her than I do him. Past me was terrified of dogs and that woman isn’t here any more, thank goodness.

He invites me upstairs and as I pass a bathroom I ask if I can use it. Man signs everywhere : multiple razors and hair products but at least the loo seat is down and there is some paper. A good start. He’s not an animal is he?

As I make my way up the stairs and pause on the landing I glance to the top and there she is.

Standing just getting out of his jeans, she’s wearing black suspender tights, pale pink lace pants and a matching bra.

I’m speechless. She looks incredible and it’s such a transformation. I ask if she was wearing that underneath the whole time. Of course he was.

It’s hot up there, I pull my dress off. She gasps as he sees me in the underwear, and comments on the bra. We embrace and kiss so slowly, so softly and I revel in the fact she hasn’t yet rushed me or made me feel like this is something to be quickly done.

I feel her legs in the tights, feel his cock in the lace, run my hands over her butt. And then the bra. I’ve never really been into men in bras but now I am. I’ve subscribed.

We get onto the bed and he grinds into me. He’s hard enough already. He pulls my hands to grab his ass. I almost come just from that. Eventually he pulls off my thong and I lie back, him on his front. He’s softly tracing fingers across my inner thighs, stomach and legs. I shiver. I feel so guilty but I really need this right now.

He works his magic and I groan and writhe at his touch. But I tell him I’m hard work today. He laughs and pulls a pillow to put under his head and starts to bite one nipple, suckling me and still playing with my clit. I come almost immediately.

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I ask him what he wants. I play with her nipples under the bra and she sighs as I pull it up. She doesn’t want anything and I have real trouble getting my head around this. For a girl who’s so used to being penetrated I wonder if this can change my whole attitude to my encounters. I definitely need to discuss with my therapist. He stands up and adjusts himself, the knickers are now soaked with his precum. I pull his dick out the pants above the lace waistband and admire. I lick the tip and enjoy tasting him but he doesn’t want to cum.

We dress and I joke about him having a boy and a girl wardrobe. He stops to admire my ass in the thong.

It’s a shame to go back to work but I definitely smile to myself as I sit back down at the desk and pretend nothing has happened. No orgasms here, nothing to see.