He knew where she had gone. She had shown him the instructions.
“Be at the Northwood hotel at 9.”
It was a semi-classy hotel, not a seedy rent-by-the-hour motel but nonetheless known for being a place for assignations.
He had watched quietly as she dressed. His eyes asking a question that couldn’t pass through his lips.
But she had seen it and pulled down her panties to show him the temporary tattoo on her mound. She had had it lasered recently to keep it smooth. “Use it” read the tattoo.
His cock stirred. And she smiled as she slipped into the skintight red dress that he had bought for her. He had bought it for the zipper. It ranged from her collar to the hem, down the front and not the back.
6-inch heels were now de rigeur. And she clacked down the driveway into the car while he watched impotently through the window. Unable to stop her from her “coming out” as she had told her.
The same heels clacked up the driveway 5 hours later. A soft click announced her entry. And the self-satisfied smile she wore declared her state of mind.
She walked to the couch where he was seated and unzipped the dress to let it fall to the floor. Bereft of the virginal white lace bra she had worn, or her white lace gstring too.
Her body was a map of her journey, each mark showing where hands had gripped her tightly. Each pair a different size, announcing that more than one man had enjoyed themselves with her body. Her inner thighs bore bruises from the hips of the men who had pounded themselves into her.
She cooed, “I’m sorry about the lingerie, dear. But those college boys sure love their trophies. And all I had was those two pieces while there was a whole football team of them.”
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