Thunder crashes on top of us.......The first fat drops of rain from what is developing into a magnificent storm fall on us and you take me hand leadin... me back into the suite. In the bedroom you've taken care to layout an outfit for me, a real outfit all in black to set off my pinkness today. Silky black lingerie including a thong, garter belt, sheer black hose and satin slip. All to be covered by a simple rayon black dress that falls to my knees. 3 inch pink heels complete my look. You. A hotshot local reporter named Bruce Watkiss, who loved to wear his own hot leather jacket during his reports, and had inspired many of my fantasies for years.As my good luck would have it, we began get paired together often. So much that, eventually, he had invited me over to his house to play poker with "the guys". Only one other guy showed, and after he left early, things took a turn between Bruce and me, and I ended up sucking his cock on his black leather loveseat. We continued to be. “I need some other things, here’s a list,” she said, handing me a folded piece of paper. “Okay, I’ll walk, it’s just up the street,” I agreed, thinking the walk would do me good. I had eaten more than usual a nearby restaurant. “No, take the car, that way you won’t be gone so long,” she reasoned. The drugstore was only three blocks away. Puzzled, I took the car keys, wondering, ‘what’s the rush?’ I saw it as soon as I open the car door and the overhead light went on. A green silk scarf,. Unless things got bad between us I don’t think she will go looking for somebody else. But that does not mean I don’t worry that she might meet somebody else that she is more attracted to then shes with me.”“Trust me dude, ain’t gonna happen. I’ve known her since fourth grade, and that’s not how she is. Even when she was jumping from guy to guy, she made sure they all knew it was like, casual between them. She did date this guy for about a month in seventh grade, that was her first and longest.