I freshened my lipstick and as I applied a thick gloss, a wave of sudden inspiration came over me. I quickly entered one of the stalls for a quick pee and adjusted my hose suspender straps under my panties so that I could quickly remove my underwear without impediment. Then first moistening two fingers by inserting them into my pussy, I played with my clit long enough to lubricate things considerably, enhancing my natural blush and thickening my areolae in the process.
I then pushed the gusset of my lace panties against my now juicy labia, capturing as much moisture as I could. Originally, I’d planned to have my yoga instructor remove them with his teeth later in the evening, but, as they say, plans change.
Walking back to the table I was able to affect a nice breast bounce which both Steven and my pert nipples seemed to enjoy. He quickly rose from his seat as I approached.
“I’m afraid Steven that I’ve lost track of the time. I have a session with my yoga trainer that I simply must excuse myself to attend. I am sorry.” I offered without looking at him as I gathered up the papers and marking pens, placing them in a leather valise.
“Would you be so kind as to walk me to my car?” I insisted more than asked. At that point I looked him squarely in the eyes, almost daring him to refuse.
“Of course! I’d be honoured Julie.” was his reply.
“Good, lets go then.” I walked quickly to the door with him following and stopped a meter from it, to allow him to do the gentlemanly thing. He quickly opened the door and I stepped through it into the early evening light and began a brisk pace, my breasts dancing. The effect was much to the delight of oncoming men, and the jealous disdain of there female partners along the busy street. As if I was even marginally interested in what other women think. Steven hurriedly caught up and kept pace alongside.
“Steven, I would prefer that you place yourself between me and the curb if we are walking together. I’m surprised that a gentleman such as yourself would not be aware that is the proper thing to do.”
He seemed a bit confused at my request but quickly obliged without comment or excuse. We came to a red traffic light, and I announced, “I’m parked a hundred meters or so down that avenue.
He attempted some small talk as we awaited the light change, which I ignored completely. We soon stepped off as the signal changed and walked the down the heavily treed avenue of older three storey homes that were between fifty and a hundred years old. It was not long before we arrived at my metallic blue Miata convertible.
“This is me.” I announced stepping out in front and reaching into my valise to press the unlock button on the fob.
He opened the door and stood waiting for me to get in. He seemed to be attempting to bolster his courage, “Thanks for meeting with me,” he finally blurted out, “do you think it likely that you would like to get together again when you are not so busy with work?”
I looked up at him and for the first time offered a smile. “I think so, yes. Come around here and take a knee Steven before closing the car door.” He did so at once.
“You made a very strong impression on me this evening. You are clearly a very patient, kind, and submissive man. I’m very pleased to have found you. I think we’ll be seeing a lot of each other going forward. I have a small treat to offer you.”
With that I quickly hiked up my skirt, and with both hands, pulled my now soaked black lace panties to my knees, before allowing them to drop to my ankles. I then stepped out of them, a foot at a time, before snatching them up. Steven was frozen, his eyes glued to the panties. I then moved forward to the edge of the seat and spreading my legs gave him full view of my neatly groomed pussy. It was virtually hairless, save a small landing strip of closely cropped straight black hair rising above my clitoral hood and swollen labia.
I slowly stuffed the panties into my eager vagina save a short piece of waist band, then with a finger on either side of my clitoral hood, played with myself for nearly a minute making a low toned ‘cooing’ sound. Steven let his jaw drop, transfixed completely. I felt an amazing surge of sexual power and energy over him, like some Amazon Warrior Giantess.
“My pussy is so wet because you are such a good boy Steven. I’m collecting my essence in my panties for you to take home. You will keep them with you constantly until our next meeting.” I said, as I slowly pulled them from my moist center and handed them to him in a bunch. “Stand up and pocket these, then go straight home. I have a few things I need you to do for me.”
He pocketed my panties without uttering a sound, as I positioned my linen skirt in a more ladylike fashion before swinging my legs into the vehicle. He stood there looking at me in an unmistakable expression of awe.
“Door please, Steven.”
He instantly awoke and closed my car door before taking a step back. I beckoned him come hither as the engine roared to life with that always satisfying rumbling sound. Once he got close enough, I said in a low voice, “You go straight home and, on the way, enjoy the fresh scent they have while they are still humid. When you get home, I want you to masturbate to orgasm at least twice and cum all over them. I want them completely soaked with fresh cum. Then lay them across your pillow and take a nice picture with your cell phone and text it to me immediately.
After that, using cold water only, rinse them in your bathroom sink and then wash them with just a little shampoo. After you rinse them well again, place them to dry over a clean towel. Send me a photo of them drying. You will then take them with you to work tomorrow and at some point, before lunch, I want you to send me a photo of them freshly soaked with your cum once again, laid out carefully on your office keyboard at work.
Steven listened, enthralled, as I continued. “You’ll receive more instructions tomorrow. Do not fuck this up Steven! Our meeting again next week depends on it.” With that I slipped into reverse gear, backed up a meter or two and then shifting into first, quickly wheeled out into the street and down the avenue. I caught a glimpse of Steven in the rear-view mirror as he remained standing there for at least as long as it took me to round the corner at the next intersection.
Steven was drawn irrevocably into my service shortly after and we were married within a year. He has become my council, my cuckold, my means of support and in many ways is very dear to my heart. Life would not be the same without him.
I must admit though, I’m not sure I understand why he puts up with so much for so little in return. Loyalty to our marriage is by far his greatest asset. The depth of his strength of character in that regard, knows no bounds
End Part 3