Relaxing in a bubble bath, she decided she would wear a simple black dress and high heels. She'd put her hair up so when she took it down later it would be that much sexier. Long hair on a pillow. Her mother always told her that men loved long hair on a pillow. Mother was right!

She got out of the tub and rubbed perfumed oil all over her body. Giggling to herself, she shivered with excitement. You'd think I was a blushing bride, the way I'm acting!

When she pulled up in the parking lot of the bank, he was already there. She got into his car, thrilled at the way his eyes glittered as he looked her over. His eyes darted from her tits to her legs and back to her tits.

He kissed her lightly on the lips and gunned the motor, driving out of the parking lot on two wheels. He drove to a nearby apartment complex and parked the car. She didn't ask who lived here. She didn't care. All she cared about was the outline of his prick plastered against his thigh under his tight jeans.

She hadn't worn a bra and she was glad. She knew he could see the outline of her tits through the thin material of her dress. Especially her nipples. When she was turned on, her nipples almost popped out of whatever she was wearing. Shivering with anticipation, she thought about his big prick plunging in and out of her wet cunt and her pussy creamed.

They linked arms and left the parking lot, her high heels clicking on the pavement and his hand patting her ass.

When they got up to the apartment, he took two beers out of the refrigerator and handed one of them to her she took a few quick gulps, her hand shaking.

She looked around. It was a typical bachelor apartment, neat modern furniture and not a trace of a woman around. She gulped down the rest of the beer and took a deep breath. Walking over him, she slid a hand over his crotch and felt the outline of his prick. Chuckling, he pulled her into his arms and cupped his hands over her asscheeks.