He loved the lingerie but, he preferred the little gstring once she stripped out of her sexy one piece.

Stockings.
Heels.

And a tiny black little thing he knew the string was running between her ass cheeks against her asshole and then forming a little triangle to sit snuggly against her generous womanness.

He knew it was generous . He had been up close and personal a few times.

"Keep them on for me. Please?"

"And what might ur pleasure be today?"

"Simple. Short and sweet"

What he had fantasized about.

What he had wanted to ask so many time but, courage had failed him.

What he had decided on and took the plunge.

Today was the day.

He walked away smiling most deliciously.

His cock spent yet, a warning tingle that an erection was on its way real soon.

What spurred the tingle on even more , was the little black gstring in his pant pocket.

Wet.

Still warm and he knew smelt of the womanly honey he had caressed into generous wetness.

As he sat behind the steering wheel, he couldn't help himself. He took the gstring out of his pocket , placed it to his nose and inhaled the muskiness of a session he needed to repeat.

His cock became a shaft and he wished he could go back in and bury himself in all things a woman stood for.

Anyways.

He got what he wanted. He was driving away with the scent of "her"...or...was it the scent of lust and wanton debauchery?

Tomorrow was another day.

RB