Friday evening Amy was in her room preparing for the encounter with her mother's boyfriend, Carl, the trucking magnate.

Carl was fifty, tall, lean, slightly gray at the temples, but he had a full head of thick black hair. He was very dignified, stately looking, handsome.

Amy put on a sleek black merry widow that fit her fine young body like a second skin, a beautiful bustier with demi underwire bra that lifted her sweet tits provocatively. It fit like a glove. She tightened the bra straps so that her tits pulled up farther, and pinched them close together.

The long garter straps, two in front, two in the back, hooked into sheer stockings in black nylon. Under the straps, she had on a matching pair of black panties in nylon with a touch of spandex for a no-sag, leg hugging fit.

She added to this striking outfit a pair of bright shiny black high heels with an extra inch on the heel that lifted her compact five-foot one-inch frame another full four inches.

Over the form-fitting lingerie, she slipped a tight yellow sweater, then a short black skirt.

She appraised herself in her mirror, then applied a deep pink blush to her checks, and a thick pink gloss to her juicy lips.

Amy combed out her hair long all the way around so that it fell on her shoulders with pretty blonde bangs on her forehead. Her round, angelic face radiated a pristine, natural beauty.

She was ready.

Carl's big Caddy pulled up in front of the house.

Amy heard the doorbell. She primped some more in front of the mirror. She was nervous, yet excited. She really didn't know what to expect. But she did know she was supposed to tease Carl.