The brasserie buzzed with midday chatter. I slid into the last free table, heart sinking. My bitch of a boss sat ahead, back turned. But facing me—her husband. God, he looked like Serge Reggiani, dark eyes piercing, jaw sharp. Pulse quickened. Skin prickled hot.
Tight gray cotton dress hugged my curves—100D-70-100, 70kg on 1m55 frame. Black satin garter belt cinched my waist, squeezing round belly. Sheer stockings clung to thighs, black lace thong soaked already from morning nerves. High black heels clicked. Rouge lips matched carmine nails. I needed those male stares to feel alive.
The Fever
Waiter joked about my elegance, eyes dipping into my unbuttoned cleavage. Fury boiled—her, the skinny hag, 55, flat-chested, no ass, buzz-cut brunette. She tormented me daily. Now her man ogled me. I tugged skirt down, hiding thighs. Frustration flashed in his eyes. Heat stirred low.
Bent for my bag, cigarette between lips. Shook out russet waves cascading shoulders. His gaze locked. Heart hammered. Smoked slow, lips pursed, red stain on filter. Ate asparagus with fingers—slow, tongue licking vinaigrette drops. His eyes devoured. Thighs parted slightly. Power surged.
Crossed legs, uncrossed. Guided his stare under table. He spotted garters, lace triangle. Phone rang for her—long call. Perfect. Spread thighs furtively, flashing soaked thong. Pussy throbbed, wet heat spreading. Breasts swelled, nipples hard against lace bra. Vengeance tasted sweet. His cock strained pants—I knew.
Third button popped open. Reapplied lipstick slow, lips parting. He ignored her questions. Body burned. Stood, locked eyes—pure lust mirrored. Swayed hips up stairs to ladies’ room. Ass cheeks clenched, pussy lips swollen, juices trickling.
Leaned on sink, breath ragged. Door opened. Him. Locked it. Finger to lips—shh. Taller, breath on hair. Hands ripped buttons open. Eyes lit at lingerie. Kiss crushed—tongues battled, lifted me off feet. Ground hard cock against belly. Moaned into his mouth.
The Blaze
The Blaze
Lifted me onto sink. Dress splayed, thighs wide. ‘Quick,’ he whispered, handing condom from pocket. Smiled wicked. Peeled pants down—thick cock sprang, veined, rigid. Rolled rubber on skillful, savoring girth.
Grabbed waist over garters, hoisted. Impaled in one thrust—slick pussy swallowed him deep. Cried out, muffled by kiss. Fucked hard, lavabo shaking. Clung shoulders, bucked wild. Heart thundered, skin slick sweat. Pounded relentlessly—wet slaps echoed.
Groped tits, squeezed hard. Nipples twisted, pleasure stabbed. Groaned, ‘Fuck my pussy.’ Rammed deeper, balls slapping. Climax built—coiled tight. Stiffened together. Pussy spasmed, milking cock. He roared, spurted hot inside rubber. Waves crashed, thighs quivered, screams swallowed.
The Ashes
Slid off, legs jelly. Kissed slow, bodies cooling, sweat drying sticky. Removed condom—full, knotted it into purse. He grinned, zipped, left for her.
Fixed makeup, buttons. Descended, heels echoing. Near-empty room. Her eyes widened. Sauntered to table, dropped used condom. ‘This yours.’ Smiled triumphant. Walked out, pussy still pulsing, skin glowing. Revenge burned perfect.