“You know where you are going, right?”
I nodded, not sure if I had the ability to form words.
“Good, hurry, but be careful. I’ll be waiting for you.”
She turned and walked to her car, leaving me alone briefly with my wanton desire. Allyson pulled away as I waited for my car and, after what seemed like an eternity, the valet arrived and I quickly sped off, trying to push back my forbidden erotic thoughts and concentrate on driving. I pulled up to a red light, picked up Allyson’s panties which I had deposited on the passenger seat and buried my face in the sheer material, delighting in her delicious aroma, every fiber of my being yearning for Allyson’s touch. The light turned, I dropped the panties into my lap and continued through the city streets, determined to get to Allyson’s house as soon as possible.
A few minutes later I pulled into Allyson’s driveway. I checked myself out in the car mirror, my cheeks flushed with excitement. I exited the car, walked to the front door and rang the doorbell. A few seconds later Allyson opened the door and ushered me inside, closing the door and locking it behind me. She looked radiant, her creamy complexion glowing. She took my hand and led me to the kitchen, talking as we went.
“I was just opening a bottle of wine. You’d like another glass, wouldn’t you?” she asked.
“Are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me?” I responded playfully.
Allyson turned to look at me. As she spoke I was mesmerized by her soft, full lips, dreaming of kissing her deeply.
“Somehow, I don’t think I need to get you drunk to take advantage of you. And for the record, I wouldn’t want you drunk, not tonight, but loosening up inhibitions is never a bad thing.” She smiled as she turned and poured two glasses of wine, then turned back, handing a glass to me. I raised my glass to her.
“To loosening inhibitions,” I toasted, smiling.
We clinked glasses lightly and drank, the cool wine feeling good, but only one thing would quench the thirst I had. Allyson took my hand again and led me out of the kitchen to her living room where we sat on a soft, leather sofa. Allyson sat with her left leg tucked under her, her dress riding up and exposing her full, creamy thighs to my view. I watched as she lifted her glass to her delectable lips and drank. I, too, took a gulp of the fine wine, hoping to calm my nerves slightly.
“What are you thinking?” Allyson asked softly, her fingers reaching out and lightly touching my face.
“Honestly,” I replied, pausing. “I can’t stop thinking about the fact that you aren’t wearing panties.”
Allyson smiled brightly. “I hope that didn’t catch you off-guard too much. I’ve never done anything like that before, but the mood seemed right.”
“It did take me by surprise, and it definitely answered my question, but I’ve been consumed by the thought of you being sans panties ever since.”
Allyson took another sip of her wine and I continued.
“Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?”
“Not at all?”
“You don’t need to answer if you don’t want to, if this is too personal. The person you talked about at the restaurant, who you had a relationship with, was it a woman?”