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And I liked it.

I got undressed and opened the boxes until I found the sleeveless black dress. After putting on the dress and the leopard shoes, I tossed my jean shorts and flip-flops in the empty box. Feeling the strange sense of pride again, I turned toward the mirror and studied my reflection.

I had never been a woman who required praise nor was I one to appreciate it when people provided it. Generally, I met people with a snide comeback or a cocked eyebrow if they made a comment about my beauty. Looking at myself in the mirror, however, I needed no one to tell me I was beautiful.

I could clearly see it.

After another quick study of myself in the mirror, I reached under the dress, pulled off my panties, and tossed them on top of the boxes. I fought against the smile my mouth was curling into as I walked out into the living room. Wilson sat in his chair, facing away from me and talking on his phone. As I carefully paced my steps and approached him, I made every effort to keep the heels from clicking on the wooden floor. Half way to where he was seated, he glanced toward me. His eyes fell to the floor, slowly rose upward, and stopped as his gaze met mine.

“Andrew, my apologies. I’ll have to call you back,” he said as he stood.

He tossed his phone into the cushion of the chair and ran his hand through his hair nervously.

“Magnificent,” he said. “You look magnificent.”

I did my best to curtsy. “I picked your favorites.”

“You’re my favorite,” he said with a smile.

I silently mouthed the words “thank you” and attempted another curtsy.

“If you were able to pick your favorite thing to do in the entire world, what would it be?” he asked.

“You,” I responded.

He shook his head lightly. “No. Your favorite thing to do. Let’s do something.”

“You,” I responded. “I want to do you.”

We had been together for almost three weeks, and he had become quite used to my sexual advances. He really didn’t have a choice; I forced myself on him as often as I could. He had yet to ask me for sex or initiate it himself, which I dismissed to his constant concerns of doing everything in a proper manner.

As he stumbled to find words, I grabbed the hem of the dress and began to lift it. As the dress slowly revealed more and more of my naked body, his eyes went wider and wider. I continued to lift it until my hand was even with my face, at which point I stopped and did my best to look innocent.

It wasn’t easy.

I cocked my head to the side playfully. “Is it breezy in here?”

He shook his head. “Hot, it’s getting hot.”

“Maybe it’s my wet pussy catching the breeze from the air conditioner. You know how wet things feel cooler than dry things?” I asked as I swiveled my hips back and forth.

He nodded his head like a little boy who had been asked if he wanted a second piece of cake.

He stood statue still with his eyes focused on my bare hips.

I needed no invitation. Parading through the house for the last hour in various dresses, pants, and jeans made me feel like a beautiful little bitch, and it was time I rewarded him for a job well done.

The windows in the rear of his house went from wall to wall and from floor to ceiling, giving a wonderful view of the lake his house backed up to. While attempting to maintain some degree of innocence, I released the hem of the dress and let it fall. As his eyes fell at the same rate as the dress, I carefully placed one foot directly in front of the other and attempted my best Victoria’s Secret runway model impersonation as I walked to the large glass wall.

Being subtle had never been a strong point of mine. Upon reaching the wall, I hiked the dress over my hips and slapped my hands against the glass at shoulder height. While positioning my feet and arching my back, I saw him slowly walking in my direction out of my peripheral. Satisfied, I turned toward the glass, closed my eyes, and sighed.

My persuasive tactics were no longer necessary. While I was certain he was going to fuck me, I had no idea what foreplay, if any, may lead up to it. I wasn’t prepared for what ended up happening when it happened, but in hindsight, it was exactly what I needed at the time.

Although I later found that he wasn’t totally undressed, at the time, I had no idea. Standing with my eyes closed and my forehead resting against the glass, his chest against my back was the first indication he had arrived. His body pressing against me lasted all of half of a second before he shoved me completely full of cock. It was exactly what I wanted, and everything I had hoped for, but I was in no way ready.

“Harrumph,” I grunted at he pressed me into the glass.

His hand found my chin and gripped it tightly. He turned my head to the side and pressed his lips against my face, kissing carelessly along my cheek and jaw. As his mouth met mine, he bit my lower lip and thrust himself a little deeper.

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