Missing Clothes

Tom and Jennifer went back into the house. There was a beautiful courtyard in the backyard, highly adorned with gold and flowers. At the center, there was a fountain pen shooting out water in a rose-like pattern.

Jennifer led the way, walking slowly and seductively. Getting a massage from Tom was one thing she really liked. Tom's hands were firm, and he had this sensational style of massaging which was so relaxing.

"Let me get your oil," Tom said to her.

"Yeah," she nodded.

By the time Tom returned with the oil, coming out from the back door, his movement was paused when he saw his fiancee removing her clothes. Her back was turned to where he was. Tom swallowed as the curvy figure right before him reminded him again of how sexy his fiancee was, but he rarely got to enjoy that sexy body.

He was stuck stargazing when Jennifer turned and saw him.

"Tom?"

"Hey, babe," Tom snapped out quickly. "Um, sorry I wasted time."

"It's fine," she said, pulling down her panties gracefully. Now, she was totally naked.

She gently climbed on a marbled table that was constructed there in the garden. A chill sensation ran through her whole body right away.

She didn't need a towel to cover her private parts cause it was her fiance doing the massage.

Tom peeked at her pussy from behind as she laid face down to the table. Pink and shiny. He wished he could just slide in from behind.

Jennifer took a deep breathe and Tom opened the bottle of oil and trailed some drops down her spine. She breathed in deeply on the first sensation of his fingers on her skin.

"You've been really stressed, eh?"

"Yes, Tom," she answered. "I did book a massage session. Would have gone with a friend, but she's busy, so I decided to meet you since you're as good as the massage guys."

"I don't even know how I learnt this, but I'm so grateful I can do it," Tom chuckled, trailing his hand down to her hips.

"Yes. Right there," she moaned.

Tom pressed and released. His thumb sinking into her skin and trailing up or down before getting out.

"You're so good," she whispered, not knowing she was blowing Tom's mind.

Tom folded his sleeves and let some more drops of oil drop from a higher altitude. As the drops of oil ran out the bottle, he trailed them down to her ass and eventually into her ass crack.

"You don't mind that I'm massaging this area too, do you?"

"Just make it a good massage," she responded.

Tom pressed his thumbs down on her ass cheeks, scooping them up and releasing them. Jennifer's pussy tightened at this. She slightly felt horny. She closed her eyes, but a sharp sensation woke her when Tom's finger made its way into her pussy from behind. Her eyes widened.

"Tom what are you doing?" She snapped.

"Babe" was all Tom could say. He was so horny. Her moans had been driving him horny and crazy, and he had been enduring.

"What are you doing, Tom?" She asked again, angry this time. Tom looked so pitiful. He couldn't bear the fact that he had to beg his own fiancee before they could have sex.

"Let's just... One little round," Tom stuttered.

Jennifer sat up immediately. She looked down at Tom's trouser and noticed a huge bulge down there.

"Go fix yourself, Tom. I can't have sex now. I told you I've been having a stressful week, I'm not cut out for this," she said and descends the table, walking off to her room.

"Yes, that's always your excuse," Tom begins low. "You always have a reason not to have sex with me. You're always busy, you're always stressed, you're always not disposed for it. That's what you always say!" Tom yells.

"Okay, come force me then. Force my pussy open and plug in your dick. Tom you should act better than this. Didn't we have sex last month? Is that not enough? Or are you a rabbit who has sex every day?!" Jennifer counters.

"Fuck!" Tom kicks a flower stem and throws the bottle of oil on the floor.

Jennifer walked into her room to change into some new clothes. In less than two minutes, she stormed out, still naked, calling Tom's name.

"Tom, I can't see some of my clothes. What happened to them? Have you turned a crossdresser?" She barked.

"Do I wear your clothes?" Tom asked her.

"No, you don't. So does another lady come into this house?" She fired back.

"What kind of stupid question is that? Find your clothes, you must have dropped them carelessly," Tom said to her.

"Well, I know I didn't. And I didn't travel with them either. So where are my clothes, Tom?"

"I can't argue with you Jennifer," Tom said.

"I think you're hiding something, Tom. You're keeping something from him!" Jennifer said.

"You want to know what I'm keeping from you, Jennifer? Yeah, I'm keeping it from you that I seized those clothes you're looking for. I bought you some lingeries on valentine's day to look hot in, but what were you doing on Valentine's day? –being busy! I seized the clothes, Jennifer, and I'll hold them until you're worthy of them!" Tom declared.

"Wow. Way to go, Tom. Seize them and give them to your girlfriends for all I care!" She screamed, storming off, heading back to the room.

Tom sighed heavily. He was lucky his excuse had come at the last minute. He searched his pocket for his phone, and once he brought it out, he went to an online store and started selecting clothes that'd match Shirley's size. Immediately he found those he liked, he placed his order and breathed out a sigh of relief.

"I still know how to get you, Jennifer," Tom murmured to himself.

Jennifer was in the room when Tom came walking in. He walked past her and went into the shower. After bathing, he came out and started dressing up.

"Are you going out?" She asked him.

"What does it seem like I'm doing?" Tom asked her.

"Where are you going?" She asked further.

"I have a meeting with the Dons. I hate attending such meetings late," Tom answered.

"Oh," she exclaimed softly, "am I good in these clothes or should I change them?"

"What for?" Tom asked her with a stare of confusion.

"You said I was going with you, didn't you?"

"Sorry, change of plans."

"No, you can't do this to me, Tom."

"I've told you, my schedule has changed, so you're not going tonight."

"Really? Is this all because I didn't have sex with you?"

"Yes! And even more! So, you're not going with me! I can't go there with a fiancee who doesn't treat me like I'm her fiance."

"Okay, Tom. I'm sorry. We'll have sex later today. Just let me come with you. You know I like attending this meeting with you."

"Let's have sex now," Tom insisted.

"Please not now," she begged.

"Did you lock your pussy or what? You're my girlfriend. What's difficult in letting me have sex with you. I always have to beg," Tom said, "I'm sick and tired of that."

"Tom, I promise you we will have sex tonight," she said softly, holding his hands together and looking into his eyes.

Tom sighed and turned his face away from her. "Wear something else," he said to her.

"Okay! I love you," she pecked him and ran off to the drawer.

"What about my missing clothes? I'd like to wear the lingeries when we're about to have sex," she cunningly told him.

"You'll get them later," Tom assured her, "get dressed and let's go."