As soon as I got home, I practically tore that plain pencil skirt and blouse off before turning the shower on. I hadn't yet unpacked my vibrator, but I didn't care.
As I pulled my bra off, I got a look at my body in the mirror. My tits were huge, I had something of an hourglass figure, and I had seen Carter checking me out. I thought about him undressing me with his eyes. I thought about him watching as I put my thumbs in the waist band of my underwear and began to pull them down.
A shiver ran through my body as my panties fell to the floor and I stepped out of them. I rushed into the shower, letting the hot water flow over my body.
One thing that had really turned me onto this apartment had been the spacious shower, much more luxurious than I had expected in New York. As big as my shower was, there was one feature of it I used more than anything else. I smiled as I reached up and detached the shower head.
I aimed the water right at my breasts, letting the water flow down them and imagining a fantasy version of Carter's hands on them. Fantasy-Carter moved his face down, burying his face in my tits. I pointed the shower head at one nipple and then the other, my Fantasy-Carter paying attention to both boobs equally.
It wasn't long before the shower head began to drift south down onto my belly button. My hand followed the stream of water, touching me in ways that I imagined Carter's hand touching me. It quested ever further down, toward a place that was already tingling with pleasure. I imagined my Fantasy-Carter's face moving downward, kissing along my belly button and moving toward my inner thigh. I bit my lip with anticipation as the water crept closer and closer to my clit.
And then, the first drops of water hit my flower. My knees buckled a little with pleasure as I imagined Fantasy-Carter's tongue attacking me, pushing me closer and closer to orgasm. With my free hand, I began to massage my boobs, pinching my nipples as I moved from side to side.
I imagined Carter getting hard as well, preparing himself to plunge into my body. Still, his tongue persisted, urging me toward climax. I braced myself against the wall of the shower as I felt myself about to come.
My eyes closed and I felt my eyes roll back into my head as I came. I heard a whimper come from my mouth as I struggled to keep myself from collapsing on the floor of the shower. I couldn't believe how good the shower water felt against my body.
As I felt the orgasm begin to subside, I imagined him getting to his feet. I kept the shower head pointed at my clit as I imagined him stroking his hard cock.
"I want you," Fantasy-Carter said, moving to penetrate me...
I gasped and quickly aimed the shower water back at my tits. The fantasy was too intense, too real. I could stay in this shower all day thinking of Carter, his muscular body using mine for pleasure. I had somewhere I needed to be, however. I needed to be with the real thing, even if it was just for dinner.
Another time, I thought to myself as I hung the shower head back up in its cradle.
I spent the extra time to shave my legs again, spending a little much-needed time in my bikini area. I thought about shaving myself bare, but I instead just went for a conservative landing strip. Freshly showered and feeling fantastic after my orgasm, I toweled off and went to check out my options for clothing.
Since I had just moved here, I hadn't had a chance to go shopping. I hadn't expected myself to go on a date this soon. I hadn't been much of a party girl in college, but I did have one dress that might do.
I smiled as I pulled it out of the closet. My college roommate had always called this my "Jane the Slut" dress. I bit my lip and smiled as I laid it out on the bed. It would do perfectly.
I slipped it over my head, realizing I hadn't worn it in over a year and hoping it would still fit. It went past my boobs, past my waist, and with a little tugging back and forth, finally got over my hips. That's okay, I thought to myself. It's supposed to be tight.
It certainly was tight, I thought as I looked at the woman in the mirror. The fabric going behind my neck strained slightly as it supported the weight of my breasts. The deep cut in front showed every bit of the cleavage I could get away with showing. It was a bit shorter than I remembered, and the cu
t seemed to cling to the counters of my ass, making my figure look incredible. I smiled as I continued to check myself out in the mirror.
I went over to my closet. I normally wore a pair of conservative heels to work, but today I knew that those wouldn't do. I picked out the shoes I always wore with this dress, a pair of wedge heels that made me feel like a giant. Still, I knew that, as good as my ass already looked in this dress, these heels made it pop.
Speaking of my ass, there was still one piece of clothing I needed to pick out.
In my dresser, I picked out two pair of underwear and laid them on the bed. I had made this agonizing choice before, but this time it seemed to mean something. On the left side was a pair of lacy white full-back panties. I would feel totally comfortable while wearing those,. On the right side, I had a tiny black thong. It was ridiculous, but I knew that if Carter saw them, it'd drive him wild.
Why wear underwear at all? I thought. For a moment I considered it honestly. If I really wanted to turn him on, that would do the trick. In the end, I picked up the thong and quickly slid it on. This will minimize panty lines in this dress, I told myself, but knowing that I did it because I knew it was what Carter would have wanted.
At the mirror, I applied some make-up. A little mascara, a little blush, nothing too crazy. A quick brush of my hair and I was ready to go.
On my way out the door, I stopped to grab my purse. There was something that I knew I should bring. I had even managed to pack them when I had moved. I went to my closet and opened a box, digging for a moment and finding them.
I looked at the condoms, thinking that it would of course be a good idea to slip one into my purse, just in case. As I reached for them, I instead moved my hand to my belly, thinking of the girl at the cafe today with the baby. I remembered the feeling that I had, the way I wanted Carter.
I knew that I couldn't bring a condom myself. If things did progress that far, and Carter did pull out a condom, I certainly wouldn't fight him on it. However, it had to be up to him. I wanted Carter. All of Carter. And no piece of latex was going to stand in my way.
I laughed at myself, making plans for a sexual liaison that had very little chance of happening. Still, I was excited. Anything could happen tonight.
Chapter 10
When I saw my reflection in the front window of Winthrow Financial, I nearly turned around and went home. It wasn't because I thought I looked bad, though. It's just that I instantly became self-conscious. I was here, at the place I worked, and I looked like I was, well, a whore. The black dress that showed my cleavage and held tightly to my hips made me second guess my decision to wear it. It was a far cry from my gray pencil skirt and sweater that I was used to. It made me feel awkward.