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When I got home, I had a little over an hour before he would arrive. I got out some of my frozen homemade spaghetti sauce, and put it in the microwave to thaw. As it did, I flew into the bedroom, stripped, and hopped into the shower. I ran a quick razor over my pussy to make sure stubble wouldn’t show, and resisted the powerful urge to finger myself as I checked how smooth I was. Then I went to my lingerie drawer and took out a somewhat comical see-thru baby-doll with poodle-puff edges. It looked retro-60s, and left little to the imagination, especially since it didn’t fasten in the front. I decided to not put anything else on, but did my hair and face in the “hot” style. I stood back, and looked. If he didn’t pop a rod right away, he was out on his ear ASAP.

I got a pot of water boiling, and then turned it off. When it was time for dinner, we were only five minutes away from ready. I got out a bottle of red wine, and poured myself a glass. Despite my recent self-confidence, I was a bit worried. Then I thought I was being silly, and remembered my mental image of Steve moaning as he ate his own cum. In seconds, my pussy began to throb. It was going to be a great night.

As was his style, Steve was two minutes early. He gave his normal “shave and a haircut, two bits” knock, which made me giggle. How VERY appropriate! I took a deep breath, and opened the door.

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Steve was there, in his normal khakis and sports shirt, holding a bottle of wine. “Shit!” he said. He isn’t quite Shakespearean in his dialog normally, but his stunned expression said more than enough.

“C’mon in,” I smiled. Smiling was a big part of flirting, I had learned.

“Nancy?” he asked, fumbling for words. “My God. You look… unbelievable.” I closed the door behind him, and took the bottle from his hand. I was afraid he was going to drop it.

“I’ve changed,” I said, setting the stage for later conversation.

“When? How? Why?” he asked.

“Yesterday,” I said, coming to him and taking his face in my hands. “At the salon,” I continued, tilting my head ‘just so’. “And, because,” I finished. I brought my lips to his, feeling the pleasure of the kiss spread through my body. I liked kissing, and decided right then to do more of it in the future. I parted my lips, and pushed my tongue into his mouth, knowing that it would surprise him for me to initiate a hotter kiss. It felt electric to have him struggle–and fail–to take control. I was kissing HIM, not the other way around.

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