staring him directly in the face, keeping his attention on me, i ran my forefinger on my right hand up my left arm towards the strap of my dress. slowly, teasingly, i began to pull the strap down, always looking back at him to make sure he was watching. seeing his rapt attention, i slid my dress and bra straps off my left shoulder, then swapped fingers and traced up my arm with my left forefinger towards my right shoulder straps. i looked back at him to find him closely watching my finger as i drew down the right straps off my shoulder. i followed the curve of my neckline with my right finger and gradually pulled the material down at the front so that my ample bosom spilled over the top revealing big, brown nipples, rock hard with anticipation and the cool air that hit them after the warmth of my dress.
Let’s get these beards together sister, his text read.
I’d met the professor a couple of nights before. He had a beard and a wicked sparkle in his eye, and, when we were introduced, he kissed me on the cheek, tickling my neck at the same time. I knew that minute I was into him.
And I think he knew I was too; he purloined my number, very graciously, from a mutual friend of ours, and so began our discourse…
Kitty: Hey lovely, that sounds like a plan. Suggestions?
Professor: Tomorrow night, I am in France now. Let’s introduce these beards tomorrow.
K: No can do my dear – busy till next weekend!
P: And next weekend, what then my pet? I’m hoping to put my beard on your beard; I jest. Saturday night? Would it bother you if I didn’t have a beard? Probably so. I keep it for your neck and thighs.
K: Mmmmmmm… Don’t get me started… Till next weekend then.
During the next five days there was an endless barrage of texts building us both up to the climax of meeting under premeditated circumstances this time.