Erotica - The Fashion Show

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I happened to arrive at home one evening before my
wife to discover a box standing near the door. Given
the rather substantial size of the package I was a bit
surprised to see the name of a lingerie catalog as the
shipper.

When my wife arrived home, I gave the customary
greeting and concealing any hint of curiosity,
advised her that a box had arrived. She went directly
to the package and after confirming the shipper
spirited the parcel off to a closet.

A little before lunch on the following day Suzie
called my office.

”I wanted to let you know that we’re having fish for
dinner tonight,” she pronounced, “and afterward, there
will be a little fashion show.”

”The mystery box unveiled!” I replied.

Restoring concentration to matters of commerce was a
little more difficult than usual. My wife is 5 foot 9
inches long (I like to see the measurement
horizontally and about 125 pounds. As opposed to an author
creating a delicious character, I am pleased to report
that there are no artificial flavorings.

Suzie is half a click past the big ‘four oh’, but looks as
young as to command about a 90% success rate in being
carded when purchasing liquor. Her legs are long and
thin. At a distance of 30 or 40 feet for those of us
afflicted by myopia, she would be easily mistaken for
Cameron Diaz. The reference to nearsightedness is no
apology as Suzie’s facial features are no less
attractive. The prospect of a fashion show rings
like a whole bowl of eye candy.

In anticipation of the evening, I have tinkered with
our outdated camcorder. We have never captured our
lovemaking but when I have touched on the subject the
idea of a video has actually been supported
enthusiastically. I only wish I had better equipment
and a little more control over lighting.

Dinner passes in a blur and a bottle of Pinot Grigio
helps to quiet the remaining inhibitions. In
recognition of the evening’s festivities, I have
dressed a little more carefully than usual for dinner.
I volunteer to clear the table and rinse the dishes
hoping that it might advance the agenda more quickly.
I have set up the camcorder in the living room,
lighting a fire and clearing furniture so as to allow
Suzie the closest thing to a runway.

When I hear the first footsteps from my own private
model echo in the hallway, I press the record button
and sit down with the remnants of my wine, to savor
the forthcoming spectacle.

Suzie rounds the corner in a red, shear lace bra and
thong with matching pumps. I think I might have
managed better were I handcuffed to a chair. My cock
begins to stiffen and I am already wondering when I
might be able to graduate from spectator to
participant. Anticipation is sweet torment and a
resign myself to wait through at least three outfits
before the attack.

Suzie’s butt is shaped perfectly, just screaming to be
caressed by my hands. A hint skin shows above her
bra, and an inviting shadow of a nipple shows through
the lace. How a mind can want so much to be doing one
thing while managing to keep the body doing another is
one of the mysteries of higher intelligence. As I
grow more aroused, I imagine the shape of my hands
placed perfectly across her bare backside manipulating
rather forcefully as my cock slips inside of her.
Though my mind wanders freely my cock remains captive,
contorted rather painfully in briefs.

Suzie is gone, off to don another outfit, and I cannot
resist the chance to make an adjustment. My aching
cock is straightened within the confines of clothing.

When she returns the new ensemble is a one piece
bodice. The top is push up, and her breasts form the
most wonderful abundance of cleavage. The torso is
tightly shaped and almost stiff, accentuating her
hourglass shape. A low and brief circle of frill trim
divides torso from thong and as Suzie turns I can’t
help fantasizing about her legs and ass. Her legs are
so long, smooth and appetizing. I want to have my
mouth on them. I love kissing, licking, nibbling,
working my way slowly toward a pussy more delicious
than any fantasy I could ever create. When I nibble
on a thigh, I want Suzie to know what is coming, and I
want her to feel the excitement of anticipation. Most
of all, I want her hot and very wet. The remnants of
animal left in my supposedly civilized being
desperately crave the taste of her body.

Lost in thought, I realize Suzie is about to return in
outfit number three. The bra and panties are shear
’see through’ black with red trim. The panties are
tied at the hip in a delicate bow. One cannot help
but imagine the pleasure associated with loosening one
of those tiny ribbons.

With my cock swollen and aching, the most immediate
problem was that while nestled in the couch; I could
reach Suzie’s thighs with my hands, but not much more.
When I stood, it was obvious the fashion show was
about to come to an abrupt conclusion, or a protracted
climax as it were.

I took Suzie by the hand. Even after more than a year
of marriage there was electricity in that touch.
We both felt the tension, the need, and enjoyed the
way our senses were heightened. I lead her toward the
dining room table, where I pulled out a chair, turned
it around and sat. Because I am tall, my eyes were
just below the sheer fabric of her bra. My mouth
touched her torso and I exhaled with a release of
sexual tension.

Without a conscious thought, my hands roamed to her
ass, caressing and appreciating her shape. Images,
desires, flashed through my head at an uncontrollable
pace. I imagined a hand playing with her breasts,
freeing them from the bra, the other hand removing
panties. No matter how far we feel we have evolved,
how civilized we believe we have become, there are
times when primal urges simply overwhelm our conscious
controls. I wanted Suzie. I wanted her desperately
and I wanted everything. I wanted to run my tongue
across her nipples, to feel a finger slip inside of
her, to feel her body arch and grow warmer. I wanted
to feel her breath escape as I squeezed, poked and
prodded. I felt more like an animal than a gentle and
loving husband.

Escaping the trance I realized one of my hands had
slipped inside Suzie’s panties and my mouth was over
her breast. One finger located a trace of wetness and
another fire emerged within me. I was still
completely dressed, too far from where I wanted to be.

I whispered into Suzie’s ear how much I loved her, a
sort of preemptive apology for the next admission,
which was that I couldn’t wait to fuck her. I took a
long look at the dining room table. At the far end was
hung a 4 by 6 foot mirror, perfect for observing her
in the throws of passion. The table had been the site
of passionate lovemaking more than once. Suzie’s
height was so perfectly adapted to that table that I
think we could have had a satisfying love life without
a bed. I could walk her to the edge, and bend her
over it. The image of Suzie lying across a table,
with her arms outstretched and holding desperately to
the edges as I stand thrusting behind her was so
vivid.
I had difficulty discriminating between fantasy and
reality.

I could not help but remember one evening with Suzie
just so. Suzie’s feet were spread a bit wider than
her
shoulders. I knelt (on sometimes painful old knees)
and touched her legs, looking at my hands as
they moved, verifying that the experience was real,
and not a dream. I advanced on a trail from her
ankles to knees, then further to her thighs and
finally to her ass. I looked so intensely at Suzie’s
pussy. She is neatly trimmed and amazingly perfect.
The slightest hint of her juices showed as I kissed her
thigh and her ass. I closed my eyes and imagined the
sensation of my tongue being the first thing to touch
her.

Feeling my tongue part her lips to discover a
wonderful taste, deliciously soft and inviting skin,
is an experience beyond description. There is nothing
patient of delicate in my desire. I try to tease
Suzie, increase sensations gradually, but what I want
is that incredibly sensual taste, and to feel my
tongue reaching deeply inside. I want her wetness all
over me. I couldn’t resist playing with her ass,
first teasing with a finger, and later with my tongue.
It must be a hard wired male impulse. I want
everything as if to subliminally convey, “I want to
fuck you, to possess you in every way possible.”

All these things sped through my mind as I pulled
Suzie to the bedroom. The bows on her panties came
undone much faster than my shirt, belt and pants. My
cock nearly screamed in relief and appreciation as I
threw off the last of my clothing. I held Suzie
gently just long enough to let her sense the urgency
of the cock trapped between us. I reached behind and
lifted suddenly deciding against the bed that had been
my planned destination. I lowered Suzie onto my cock
and felt the joy of our bodies tangled together.
I backed Suzie to a wall, grinding, searching,
repositioning. The feeling of her ass caught in my
hands was not lost. I looked into her eyes hoping
she could read my mind. I wanted her to understand
the love with the desire. I needed her to know and
accept both.

Our efforts were rewarded in the most gratifying way.
Still carrying her, I staggered to the bed where we
collapsed and lie in rapt contentment, thinking of
our good fortune and already planning future exploits.