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"Yes."
"And playing with them didn't you?"
"Yes, Craig, yes I did," I managed as my climax built up.
"You liked me watching you do it didn't you?" He grunted slowly pumping in and out of me.
"Mmmm, yes," I replied quite dreamily as the sexual feelings boiled over me and I started to cum.
"You know that I am taking Kevin back on Thursday," I told him when we spoke on the phone on the Friday before that.
"Yes and that's when I get dumped, right."
"Well luv, not dumped, but I know what you mean."
"Won't you be at the club this weekend?"
"No I can't I have loads to do."
"Ok, so is that it then?"
"No, I thought you might like to come to the house on Monday."
"You'll be alone?"
"Yes, all night if you want."
It was going to be the end. I knew it as well as Craig did. It was over, finished, dead and buried. But why not go out with a bang, I had thought when I decided to ask him to the house.
"Why not come around seven, I'll do dinner and you can stay the night." I'd told him.
"Oh fuck Amanda, you look amazing," Craig said after I had opened the front door and let him into the house.
I had pondered for quite some time thinking how to make this 'last supper' very special; for him and for me. He deserved it. He had helped me find something in myself, not necessarily liking or welcoming what I found, but that wasn't down to him. He had also given me an enormous amount of pleasure and excitement, in fact nobody else had given me so much in such short period as far as I could recall other than Sara and that was not a fair comparison..
Naked, after bathing, washing and drying my hair, doing my finger and toe nails, fixing my light make and trimming my pubes, I went into my bedroom and rummaged in my lingerie drawers.
I hadn't worn a suspender belt for years. It felt strange having the tightness of the lace and silk round my tummy and hips, but quite nice. I occasionally wore stockings for Kevin, but for many years now they had been hold ups and didn't require the rather old fashioned looking garment I was now wrapping round my body and clipping at the front. That done, I held my breath and pulled my stomach in as I wiggled the 'belt' round me so the clasp was at the back and the four suspenders were in the right places.
I tore open the cellophane on the packet containing the stockings I had bought just that morning in a Tesco of all places, and lifted out the smooth, dark nylons. They felt good on the skin of my hands and even better as I slid them up my legs. I like wearing stockings. Fiddling them into place I snapped the darker denier stocking tops into the suspenders and stood with my back to the full length mirror. The seams were not quite straight so I messed around with them, even having to undo and snap in again the suspenders on my right leg. My legs tightly together I again looked over my shoulder and felt pleased with both the sight of my regrettably full, but nicely rounded arse, the stockings and my legs. I put the high heels on, my legs seemed to slim immediately.
Not being that used to wearing sexy undies I had looked at a few glamour sites to get some ideas on what type of panties to wear. It had been looking at the sites that had changed my mind from lacy topped hold-ups to a sussie belt. I had assumed I would wear a thong, but my 'research' and my plan had changed that idea. It had also done something else and that was reveal a curiosity in other women. The girls I saw on the erotic underwear sites were totally gorgeous, they turned me on a bit; could I have bi tendencies I asked myself. Fuck this was becoming such a time of sexual enlightenment for me!
The pure silk of the black, French knickers felt so good in my hands that unconsciously I rubbed them across my breasts. God was that good! I could feel my nipples hardening, I pinched them through the lustrous material. This was getting crazy, if I wasn't careful I would start to cum and then I would masturbate; it was far too early for that so I put the knickers on. I had never worn French knickers before and their loose bagginess felt strange, but the sight of them in the mirror was very sexy. They were cut quite high at the groins and they were full, the elastic at the top going round me just below the lacy top of the suspender belt. The scalloped bottoms flapped a little and moved as I did flashing some of my tummy and a bit of my pubes.
The bra was a fairly straightforward job. It was, though cut acutely across each breast only just covering my areola. Being made from gossamer thin lace and net it was see through so my swollen nipples were very clear and surprisingly large, I thought, looking at the bumps in the material. Oh yes it was also a front loader having a small clasp between my boobs.
A long, ankle length, black lace robe with a tie round my neck completed my 'farewell uniform.' Standing still, as I was looking in the mirror, it covered me, but as I moved it billowed open showing the rest of my gear and large expanses of my body. I was pleased with the effect, but wondered if it and I were a bit OTT; Craig's comment when I had opened the door told me I wasn't, men are so basic aren't they?.
He came in and immediately took me in his arms and kissed me. It was nice, but not what I wanted. His hands were all over me, pawing and squeezing.
"Not yet, luv," I sighed "This is my show, I'm in charge tonight."
We had a couple of drinks and then we had dinner. It was a simple pasta, carbonarra I think, which I served with crispy French bread, a salad and a nice Chianti. Several times as I served the meal or poured the wine he tried to grab me, but I stopped him. We kissed and he touched me, but I didn't let him caress me. I was finding it interesting to be in charge, something that was quite new to me in sexual situations where Kevin always led the way. I was also finding it a huge turn on to be dressed in the overtly sexual and erotic way I was; I realised that sexy undies are not just for the viewer, but for the wearer as well, something that had not registered with me before.
The vodkas before and the bottle of strong, rich Chianti with dinner had made both of us feel mellow and warm. The alcohol had also reduced any minor inhibitions I may have had and had relaxed me. When Craig had first arrived and I had flaunted myself at him in my vamp's gear, I had thought maybe it was a mistake bringing him to my home. I had felt tense and tongue-tied and wasn't at all certain that this would turn out to be the memorable farewell I had hoped for. Nevertheless, I now felt fully confident and assured.
"Come on let's go upstairs," I said around nine.
