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Helen, his wife and my slut (Part 2)Over the next two weeks, Helen kept sending me pictures and I enjoyed them but never answered. She started to get it. The pictures were nudes, masturbation, sexy poses with a half open bathrobe…in one picture she made a selfie of herself on her knees sucking on her finger photographed from the top. I could see that she was starting to lose that undecidedness she had shown earlier. She wanted to meet with me and she was willing to put some effort into making it happen.2 days before my trip I send her the name of the hotel and told her to be at my door at 8. I would send her the room number after checking in (I would not have it before then). And I told her what to wear.- “Wear a tight dress in black, red or something like that. Something simple. If it goes lower than a hand width above your knees, don’t bother showing up. High heels, I prefer something with straps on the calves. You can wear string panties but don’t bother with a bra.”She confirmed that she would be there. I texted her the room number on the day and waited in my room for her arrival. I had been travelling on business and was wearing my suit pants and a shirt. I did not wear a tie, I never do. And of course I had taken of the jacket while I waited for her. The knock on the door came 2 minutes before 8.- “I said 8. You are early. Wait.”I watched through the peephole and enjoyed watching her squirm. She did not want to be seen but did not want to leave either. She had invested too much time and effort and there was no way she would leave now. I knew I would have a lot of fun with her. Any woman who will wait for you in a skin tight dress in front of the hotel door is bound to be fun.I opened the door and let her in at 8 sharp. She stepped into the short hallway of the hotel room and tried to introduce herself. She was even more nervous then before, fidgeting with her fingers and the watch on her wrist.- “Hi, I istanbul escort am Helen.”- “I know. Step into the room. Stand still with your hands at your sides. I want to have a look at you.”She stepped forward and stopped. She kept fidgeting with her hands until she realized what she was doing, then dropped her hands to her sides. Her fists clenched and unclenched for a second, then she just put her palms to her legs.I was standing behind her; I had closed the door after her and then slowly walked up to her. She was slim with long legs and a thin waist. She did not have a strong hourglass shape or anything but the heels made her ass look nice, round and pert. She was wearing a mix of strappy sandall and high heel with the bands of the shoes snaking around her lean calves like those old roman sandall styles.I walked up to her side and put the back of my fingers to her thigh, slowly letting my fingers glide up until they reached the hem of her dress. The black material was soft and tight. It was some sort of high quality stretch fabric. My fingertips moved under it and slowly pulled it up. Higher, higher. Her thigh was also lean with the muscle drawing a slight shadow in the harsh hotel room light. I moved my hand up until I could feel the curve of her ass under my finger but no higher than that. This was the moment to explore her thigh. I had made the decision to give each new bodypart its own lead role in this little play.I let my finger slip from under her dress and walked behind her as she was standing in the entry of the room. Then I put both of my hands on the hem and pulled the dress up. I was cautious not to touch her ass as I did it. The touching part should not be wasted on being just a part of lifting the dress. The material was now bunched up around her waist and I looked carefully at the two firm globes of flesh in front of avcılar escort me. She was wearing a small black string panties. It did not accentuate her curves, being just a small string after all. But it provided some nice cover of decency that I could later strip away in its own step. I traced the lines of her underwear with my finger and then moved the fingertips over her ass cheeks. I let her feel the soft, tingly touch like electricity before turning my hands around and closing them over the cheeks, grabbing them hard and digging my fingers into the flesh.- “This is a nice, firm little ass you have. How come nobody has done you the favor of fucking it yet?”I let go of her ass and continued my route counterclockwise around her. I did not look up to her face as she answered, my attention now drifting to the front of her panties.- “Before I was married I was never interested. It was another time. And now my husband doesn’t want to. He says it is weird.”I did not answer. Instead I now traced my fingers over the front of her panties starting at her hip. She was slim and her hip bones were slightly protruding from her flat stomach. Not much but enough for the string to not lie flush over her stomach. There was a little lift right next to the hip bones and my fingers slid under the material at this spot. I kept sliding my fingers along the top band of the panties but now from the inside. As I reached the middle of the panties I stopped and started to move my fingers away from her drawing the panties away in the process. I looked down and into them.- “Is this shaven or waxed?”- “Waxed. I wanted it to be really smooth. I did it two days ago.”I let my fingers be pulled back by the elastic of the panties until they touched her skin again. Then I moved the fingers down, pulling the panties down and caressing the skin in the process. I pushed against the skin slightly to make şirinevler escort sure she felt exactly where my fingers were as I moved down over her mound…but not all the way up to her clit.- “Well done. Very smooth.”- “Thank you.” she breathed.Her demeanor had changed. She was still nervous but now there was less fear of the unknown and more anticipation of what was to come. She would find out soon but I wanted to prolong this a bit more, both because I wanted her to be more horny than she had ever been and because I enjoyed this slow reveal of my new fucktoy.I did not want to go further towards her pussy. She would need to earn me doing anything that would go in the direction of getting her off.I let my hand slip from her panties. My hands moved up her dress, over the bunched up material at her waist, past the tips of her dark blond hair that were flowing from her head to below her shoulders and up to the straps of the dress. I slowly slid the straps of her shoulders and pulled the dress down. I went slow. The material was elastic and tight. It would hold up on its own as long as she stood still so I could slowly pull it down and reveal what I wanted to see millimeter by millimeter. I heard her breathing intensify as she was waiting for me to pull the dress down below her tits and I enjoyed her waiting and anticipating. I felt the dress stop at her hard nipples, pull them down with it and then slip over them, letting them spring up. The material that had been pulled down taunt over her breasts caught up with the pull and flew of the rest of her chest in one instance.- “Those are barely large enough to be called tits. It’s good that you have such a nice ass to make up for them.”- “Thank you.”I let go of the dress and moved my hands up to her tits. I grabbed a nipple and squeezed it between my fingers. I pulled on it and could see her face distort with pain but I could also see her rubbing her legs together unable to deny that this was making her hornier than she could have imagined.I let go of her nipple and moved my hand up to the back of her head, my fingers splayed open in her hair. Then I closed my hand, grabbing her hair in the process. I pulled her ear to my mouth and whispered.- “It’s time for you to earn that fucking you want.”To be continued…

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