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Friday had finally arrived and I was getting more anxious as the morning progressed. My order that was going to be delivered by the Royal Mail was due today, and if Fred arrived at his normal time, it would be here at about ten o’clock. I was anxious not because of what might happen, but of what might not happen. The encounter with Fred had been so stimulating, erotic and enjoyable, I couldn’t wait to repeat the experience.I was also a little nervous. I knew Fred had loved me wearing sexy lingerie, but I wondered how much more he would like me to wear, and whether or not he enjoyed wearing it too. I hoped I would find that out today. I was, however, in two minds as to wear a little more just to try the water, as the saying goes.It was a bright, sunny morning, so Fred might not be wearing long trousers. He often wore shorts in good weather, whether for comfort or otherwise I didn’t know. Not that it mattered, as long as he was on duty today. I had chosen my black suspender belt and matching briefs with my favourite lace-top seamed stockings. These were fifteen denier stockings, and they felt so silky and erotic, they made my legs feel fabulous. I also had on my black knee-length skirt and white shirt with black two-inch heeled court shoes.I looked pretty hot, even if I did say so myself, but I was unsure about the suspender belt. I toyed with the idea of putting on the cami-suspender instead to give Fred that extra treat. At nine o’clock, I decided to go ahead and do it. I quickly stripped off and replaced the suspender belt and briefs with my black and red cami-suspender set. I kept the seamed stockings on, and put the black skirt back on, but chose a dark blue shirt instead of the white one.By the time I was ready, I could smell the aroma of coffee permeating the flat. I had almost forgotten I had put some on to brew. I strolled into the kitchen, trying to walk sexily, but failed dismally, poured my coffee and cut a big slice of coffee and walnut cake. I sat at the kitchen table feeling naughty but sexy. I could feel my cock hardening at the mere thought of what I was wearing and the anticipation of Fred seeing me dressed so.For a brief moment, I thought: ‘What the hell are you doing, Daniel? taksim escort This isn’t you!’ Before Monday, I had never really considered doing any of this, despite finding pleasure in wearing lingerie and skirts. Then I sighed, shook my head and admitted I found the whole situation sexy and erotic, and I was no longer the same. I still wanted to meet and have sex with women, and that would never change. Now, however, my horizon and outlook had been broadened, and I wanted to explore them fully.I kept glancing at the clock, even though I knew it would seem to make time pass more slowly. I sighed as I finished my coffee, and checked there was sufficient in the machine to provide another mug for me and Fred. A good brew of coffee was great for satisfying oneself after having sex, or even beforehand. I put the plate in the bowl, put my mug next to the percolator, and decided to do a few things about the flat instead of sitting and waiting.The next thing I knew, it was ten past ten and Fred should be arriving soon. I glanced out of the window occasionally and then saw the post van pull up on the estate. My heart skipped a beat and I felt my pulse racing. Was it anxiety, nerves, or an underlying feeling that I was about to do something I shouldn’t be thinking about doing?“Calm down, you fool,” I said, scolding myself. “You know this is what you want, and what Fred wants. He doesn’t care, and so shouldn’t you. Besides, you aren’t doing anything wrong.” Even so, I still couldn’t get rid of the troubling feelings. I walked into the kitchen, then returned to the living room and gazed out of the window. I smiled as I saw Fred walking toward the block of flats. He was smiling and carrying a small parcel.I took a deep breath and tried to calm my nerves. I waited patiently as I could, not realising I hadn’t decided whether or not to answer the door wearing the skirt. The doorbell rang and shook me out of my reverie. I had two choices, but I had to act quickly if I chose to take the skirt off. In the end, I decided to take a chance. I headed for the front door and peered through the fisheye glass just to make sure it was Fred. I smiled when I saw his face, stepped back and opened the beşiktaş escort door.“Morning, Fred,” I said happily, hoping my voice wouldn’t betray my nervous condition.“Morning, Daniel, I’ve a package for you this morning,” he said and then looked down sharply. “Damn, I wasn’t expecting to be greeted like this,” he said, but I didn’t seem to detect the delight in Fred’s voice.“I’m sorry, Fred. Don’t you like it?” I asked nervously, thinking he was displeased. I didn’t know why I thought this, maybe I thought he enjoyed sex with me in lingerie, but this was a step too far.“What? Don’t like it? Dammit, Daniel, I love it. I think you look so hot,” said Fred, his eyes wide with delight.“Oh, good. I’m so pleased. Well, you’d better come in, if you’ve time today, that is.”“Got time? I made time especially after seeing I had a parcel to deliver to you. Damn, I’ve never done the first half of my round so fast as I have this morning. I have plenty of time to satisfy both our needs.”I sighed in relief and after Fred stepped inside, I shut the front door and led him into the kitchen. I could feel his eyes staring at me, and I was convinced his eyes were taking in every detail of me in nylons and a skirt.“Take a seat, and I’ll pour you a coffee.”“Great, thanks, I could do with a cuppa. I’m famished, but I may not get to drink it all hot, not with you dressed like that. Jeeze, you look better than the missus.” A cheeky smile spread across his face. “I wonder what you’d look like fully made up and wearing a decent wig.” Fred took a deep breath and blew out through pursed lips. “Damn, I’m getting hard just thinking about it.”Daniel put the mug beside Fred and then sat on the next chair. “Well, perhaps we can do something about that for the next time, maybe not while you’re on your rounds.”Fred’s eyes widened in surprise. “You mean come around late afternoon after I finish work, or in the evening?”“That’s exactly what I mean. Anyway, we can discuss that later. Now, I guess I’d better get down to doing what we both want.” I got up, walked in front of Fred, and stood still for a few moments allowing him to absorb what he saw. I then knelt between his legs. “I’ve been waiting to do this all week,” I admitted as I reached out and started undoing his trousers.Fred slid his arse forward and leant back, letting me get on with business. He was grinning from ear to ear as I pulled his trousers down, slipped them off and then eased his briefs down. As I uncovered his cock, it sprang out, the head already red and glistening. It looked so tempting.I took hold of his cock and started stroking it, listening to Fred sighing and moaning in delight. I was rock hard too, my cock straining my nylon panties, desperately wanting to be released and stroked, but it would have to remain tucked away a little longer. I licked my lips and then licked the head of his cock. It twitched at the touch. I ran my tongue all over the sensitive head while fondling his balls.As my saliva increased, I let it dribble over his cock and then licked it from tip to base. Up and down I went several times before opening my mouth and taking the head inside. I wrapped my lips around it and started sucking, then slowly slid down the length, taking the whole cock into my mouth.Fred was moaning with pleasure, and I was enjoying myself. He seemed to be the silent type, content to simply enjoy the pleasures of sex.I bobbed up and down slowly, sucking like a vacuum, making his cock all wet with my saliva and stimulating him slowly but surely. I could feel his cock twitching and the blood pulsing through the thick vein running along its length. I tasted a drop of pre-cum. It was sweet and salty. I stroked Fred’s cock as I bobbed up and down, increasing the stimulation.“Stand up, Daniel. I don’t want to cum too soon,” said Fred who eased his but back on the chair, sat upright and leaned forward a little.I stood and faced him, my legs slightly apart, my erect cock making a large bulge in the front of my skirt. I saw Fred’s eyes widen in delight.“This turns you on a lot, doesn’t it, Fred?” I said.He nodded. “I guess as much as it does you, hot-cake.”Fred pulled me closer and started stroking me through the skirt. I felt my cock twitching and getting so hard it hurt. I wanted so desperately for Fred to release me, stroke me and suck me, it was agony waiting for him to act. I guessed he would want to see what I was wearing under my shirt, so I took it off and dropped it on the floor.“Wow! I never thought a guy could look that good in one of those,” admitted Fred. “If only you had breasts to fill it out.”
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