Chapter 399 Shared Trophy Wife (Bdsm Sex):>Ep3

• Driving to the gym, I realized I put on better looking clothes than I normally would for work. I was still casual and I wouldn't look out of place, but I definitely was trying to look sexier for him than my regular workout clothes would allow. It bothered me that I had not made a conscious decision to do that. I just did it subconsciously. I had convinced myself that I no longer wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to believe Wednesday night was an aberration because I was weak and needy. But I had to admit to myself, maybe that wasn't true. I sat in my car outside of the gym going back and forth on whether I should just leave or wait for him to arrive. I made the decision to leave, but I didn't. I watched the clock tick off the minutes until I saw a limo pull up right at 7. I knew he would be inside. He was always punctual. I got out of my car and started walking toward the door. He saw me and waved. He stood next to the limo and greeted me when I approached.
• "Let's skip the workout and get dinner," he said, holding the door of the limo open. I didn't even think about it. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and slid across the leather seat leaving him room to sit next to me. What was I doing?
• It turns out Charles was a perfect gentleman at dinner, although I definitely felt underdressed wearing a tank top and shorts. It wasn't that the restaurant was too fancy, but he was dressed far better than me. Conversation was light and low key, although he did make it known that he always understood what kind of woman I was and when he got the opportunity to finger me the other night he did not hesitate to take me. That was pretty bold. I admit, I had naughty thoughts wondering what he was capable of and whether he expected sex tonight. We didn't fuck and he didn't expect me to blow him. He did finger me to orgasm in the back of the limo. When we sat down he put his arm around me and I found myself snuggling against him. As we began moving, he put his free hand over my left breast and squeezed. He then used a finger to draw circles over my instantly hardening nipple. Then he repeated the move on my right breast. Then he simply pushed his fingers down under the waistband of my shorts. He rubbed his fingers over my panties for a few seconds. I did not react, beyond scooching my butt forward a bit to give him a better angle. I assumed he was looking for my consent to continue. I suppose sliding forward gave him that because his fingers slipped below my panties. I know I said I thought he was too old for me, but dang, he was masterful at using his fingers to tease me as we drove to the gym and then to make me climax as we were arriving. Much like the last time he got me off, he left me wanting more after our "date." In truth, I wanted to fuck him, but he didn't offer and as we said our goodnights, I was already thinking about which of my friends with benefits to call. I needed cock.