He said that he would be coming round in an hour, and he had asked her to dress up for him. He had specifically asked her to put on her short black pe...cil skirt and white see through blouse. No bra to be worn. The excitement hit her deep in the groin, and she felt the beginnings of the fire that was lit between her legs. She wanted to rub herself, but resisted the temptation, wanting him to do it. Walking into the bedroom, she opened her wardrobe and took the coat hanger down from the hook;. So now you’ve got a story at 95%, stuck on top of the charts, with no way really to dethrone it until a month passes by. This spells trouble. If experience tells us anything, people will flock to your story, making new accounts or using their existing ones to downvote it, and accuse you of being attention-hungry, insecure, or shameless. Maybe you didn’t even mean to make it get onto the last 30 days chart, you were just sick of all of the downvotes people periodically give high-ranking stories. “I just wanted to make arrangements, I believe you are dropping your husband off at the airport on Friday morning. So I’ll be at yours at 8, Friday night.” She hadn’t even discussed her plans with Charles yet. How did he know her plans? “No not here,” she says a little too loudly, making Charles glance up from the paper he was reading. “What makes you think that you have any say in when and where Rebecca?” His words soft but authoritative, sending a flush to her cheeks and a heat between her. “Can you see alright Roger?” she asked and the obvious answer was certainly yes but the question was more aimed at the pipework under the sink rather than what was under her dress, He answered yes anyway and asked her to pass a rag, as she crouched down to pass this she inadvertently came into contact with the bulge that was appearing under his shorts and Roger definitely felt her squat right on his semi hard cock, having got the rag Sam straightened up however the arousal was already in.