Even though the sex play was phenomenal, I didn’t want her to think that was all there was to our relationship. There was life outside these four walls, so I chose that weekend to show her part of the city.
Saturday morning, we arose and went through our routine; exercise, breakfast, and a shower together. I fingered her to two orgasms while soaping her up, still not letting her get more than a few strokes off my cock before pulling her off.
She stood in the bedroom as I rifled through her clothes for something suitable for her to wear. The weather was changing, and it was a little breezier than it had been, with the temperature dipping into fall numbers.
I chose a short black leather skirt paired with a black label white button-down and a cashmere sweater to go over it. I hate tights on a woman, but I’d found some crotch-less ones that were perfect for this weather when I’d gone on my shopping spree.