An Appointment with my Lover

The way I was dressed this Friday afternoon I could have been out for a day at the farmer’s market or furniture shopping. Very casual with a long Tunic dress, short nearly flat boots, oversized hat, large sunglasses and a very large satchel purse. I glanced at my phone to look up the door codes to the apartment building a nice looking man walked out of the front door without more than a smile and a glance.

When I entered the apartment it was empty and I knew I had almost an hour, so I opened some wine and removed my dress. That revealed something completely different. Underneath the bohemian outfit I have on is a tightly packed demi-cup push up bra that almost covers my nipples, black and red panties and a matching black and red Garter belt holding up black seamed silk stockings. I removed my short boots that were covering the last of those seams and reached into my purse for my make-up and 5-inch platform Patent leather black heels with silver studs down the back.

I touch up my makeup and perfume and put on some music. In less than 30 minutes he will be here and I will be devouring him sexually like I have done a couple times before. This feels like an appointment as many of these sexy meetings with men and women do. I am very mixed emotionally, feeling one-part whore, one-part slut, one-part sexual adventurer but not defined by any of those or any term I can think of. One constant is that my mostly short term friends/clients and I always enjoy great sex and I am really having a great time.

After my appointment I will be picked-up and off for a quiet dinner with my husband where he may, if he would like, be turned on by a recap of the sexy details of my day. What exactly am I doing? I don’t know, but I like it.