The Girl From Coogee Ch. 01

I met Wendy very much by accident.
As general manager of a building company, that also had a floorcovering discount retail business attached, I was kept very busy. One morning I was walking through the carpet sales office when I heard one of the sales phones ringing. With nobody around to answer it, they were all busy, I grabbed the call.
A lilting voice, enquired about carpet for her daughter's bedroom. Cutting a long story short, after a some minutes talk about her 9 year old daughters likes I'll look forward to seeing you then. Oh, and Rob," she paused.
"Yes," I asked.
"I promise you, it'll be a good night," she said softly, "Bye," and hung up.
I couldn't get up from my desk for a few minutes. I had a raging bloody hard on!
Friday night couldn't come quick enough!
I pulled up outside Wendy's, Coogee flat right on 7. It was one of the older style block of flats, probably built prior to world war 11, when there weren't so many cars around. These flats definitely lacked garaging and I was lucky to get a park outside.
She answered the door in a white silk kimono which, she was clearly oblivious to the fact, was quite transparent with the hall light behind her. Or maybe she wasn't.
"Oh I love a man who's punctual," leaning forward to kiss me lightly. "Come in and I'll get you a drink while I finish getting ready," as she took my hand and led me inside.
"Here's the lounge, the TV's on the news I think. Make yourself comfortable, is a beer ok or would you prefer a scotch or something?"
"No, a beer's fine."
I sat on the lounge and she appeared seconds later with a cold beer.
"I promise I won't be long," as she handed me the beer and disappeared down the hall.
The flat looked comfortable enough, well furnished, from what I could see, with older style furniture that complimented the era of the building.
"Oh bugger," I heard Wendy say from down the hall. "Rob could you come here for a minute please."
I exited the chair and went looking for Wendy. Just down the hall I glanced in the first doorway and saw her standing in front of a full length mirror. She was wearing a tight fitting gunmetal coloured dress, with thin shoulder straps, and that clung to her lithe body, accentuating her every curve, all the way down to the hem which finished a few inches above her knees. Black stockings and stilettos completed the picture.
She looked sensational!
"You called?" I asked.
"Can you see my panty line through the dress?" she asked.
Looking at her hips and buttocks I could see a faint trace of panty line.
"Oh yeah, but only slightly," I acknowledged.
"Oh bugger, I knew it!" she responded with annoyance.
With that she walked to a chest of drawers, pulled a tiny G string out of a drawer, bent over and grabbed the hem of the dress and pulled it up around her waist. With her back to me she slipped the panties down, exposing her beautiful bum, kicked the knickers away, and then bent over and stepped into the G string, pulling it up around her waist. She smoothed the hemline back down and turned around to face me.
"How does it look now?" she asked.
I tried to hide my growing erection. Closing my mouth, from where my chin was hanging on my chest, I just shook my head dumbly. "You can still just see a slight line," I mumbled.
"Oh stuff it!" she said still annoyed.
Again she lifted the hem of the dress and pulled the G string down, exposing her neatly trimmed bush, and smoothed the hem back down again. She spun around and faced the full length mirror again.
"Oh no! Now you can see my pubes outlined. Look!"
The way the dress clung to her you could faintly see her pubic mound but it was accentuated by her bush.
Now I was having a problem trying to hide my erection!
"Maybe you should wear something else, if it worries you," I suggested cautiously.
"No bloody way, I bought this dress especially for tonight and I'm damn well gonna wear it!"
She Anadolu Yakası Escort turned abruptly toward me.
"Go and finish your beer, I'll be a couple more minutes."
I went back to the lounge room, willing my erection down, and sure enough she walked in a few minutes later. The dress still clung to her every curve but no trace of a panty line or protruding bush.
"Hey, there you are," I said, "you should have put those panties on in the first place; there's no trace of a panty line now."
"I haven't got any on. I just shaved my pussy. Now let's go, I'm starving."
With that jaw dropping statement, we made our way to the front door.
This girl was full of surprises!
I love old style, big American cars, we used to call them "Yank Tanks" in Australia years ago, and I collect a few, as funds allow. Tonight I had a 1972 Ford LTD, a big black one with red leather upholstery.
I led Wendy to the car and opened the door. She was suitably impressed.
"Wow," she exclaimed as she slid in onto the big front bench seat "this is awesome. I've only seen cars like this in the movies. Where did you get it?"
I went around to the driver's side and slid in behind the wheel before I answered.
"It was actually a mourning coach for a funeral company," I answered, which was the truth "and they'd had it in their garage, unused for a few years, and I bought it and restored it, to its former glory."
"It's fantastic, but you're so far away over there," she said pouting disappointedly.
"Well, slide across, there's another seat belt in the middle, so you can get closer."
"Oh, I want to get closer all right. You'll see just how close by the end of the night," she smiled.
Oh, oh, that erection was coming back!
She slid across the seat and snuggled into me as I pulled the car away from the curb. We made small talk, with me trying to steer the conversation away from sex, just in case my cock burst out of my pants. It's not as though I don't like talking about sex with a beautiful woman but I do like to concentrate on driving, just so I don't kill us!
I drove to my favourite restaurant in the city, Mon Jardin at Surry Hills, and parked within a block of the restaurant, not bad for a Friday night. I walked around and opened the car door for Wendy to alight. As she slid across the seat her skirt slid up around mid thigh, and as she parted her legs to step out, I got a good glimpse of naked pussy.
She smiled up at me as I held my hand out for her, "Like what you saw," she asked innocently.
Stuck for words I think I mumbled something like "lovely legs" or something equally as stupid.
She smiled, with a devilish sort of a look, tucked her arm through mine and we walked off to the restaurant.
This was going to be some night!!
Bill, the maitre de, greeted me with his usual enthusiasm (and discretion).
"Mr Collins, so lovely to see you again sir, would you like a table near the garden?"
Bill knows I like the garden tables. There are only a few of them, it's in a darkened area of the restaurant and he usually makes sure there's nobody else close.
"That'd be fine thanks Bill," I answered.
He led us out to the table where the garden is beautifully, but discreetly lit, behind a glass wall. He seated us, took our drinks order then silently slipped away.
"Hmmm, well known to the waiter, I see," Wendy smiled with a sort of knowing look.
"He's not the waiter, he's the owner and yes I try to come here whenever I'm in the city. The food is excellent, the service impeccable and the ambiance of the place, I feel, is sensational. Also I quite often bring clients here, they usually leave impressed"
But I don't bring them at night and I certainly don't seat them near the garden, I thought.
"And he's obviously very discrete," she smiled.
"I don't know what you mean," I smiled back, feigning innocence.
"I'll bet you don't!" she smirked.
I was saved from answering Bostancı Escort by the arrival of our drinks.
She sipped her Bloody Mary and I took a swig of my Jack Daniels.
"Are you married?" she asked me bluntly.
"Yes and no," I replied cautiously.
She raised one eyebrow quizzically.
"I am separated but still legally married. It's a complicated issue, neither one of us seems to want a divorce but we can't live together either, we fight like cat and dog, and it's not fair on the kids."
"How old are the kids?" she quizzed.
"My son, he's the eldest, is 16, my eldest daughter's 14 and the youngest is 10. She's the one that really misses daddy. The other two feel they can ring and talk to me anytime but the youngest misses' daddy just being there. It hurts not being with them but it's better than the continual fighting."
"Do you still love your wife?" she kept quizzing.
"What is this, the bloody third degree?" I was beginning to get a little annoyed.
She smiled, "I just wanted to know a little more about you, the person, what makes you tick."
"Are you more well informed now?" I asked a little sarcastically.
She gave that same slight smile again, raising one eyebrow again. "I know you're still in love with your wife."
"I don't deny that, never have done. I just can't live with the bitch!"
"Was the sex good?"
"Christ, you never give up, do you? Yes she was a great root, probably still is. It was the first thing that attracted me to her. Actually that's not quite right, it was her body that first attracted me. At eighteen she had a drop dead gorgeous body, the sort you just wanted to grab and fuck and it took me 'til the third date before we actually fucked and then after that we fucked at every opportunity. There, you happy now?" I almost snarled it.
"Did you want to fuck me, the first time you saw me?" that one eyebrow was raised again.
Here goes nothing I thought. This could backfire!
"Yes," I answered emphatically. "The moment I saw you in the showroom, you looked sensational, I imagined what it would be like to screw you."
"Good." She said simply.
Before I could ascertain just what she meant by that one word, Bill arrived to take our dinner order.
"What do you mean good?" I asked as soon as he was out of earshot. Now I was the one asking the questions.
"I'd have hated it to have been one-sided," she answered, "I wanted to screw you, without even seeing you, the moment you sold me carpet over the phone. I was actually wet after talking to you for the 10 or so minutes we spoke. That's why I wanted to come and meet you face to face and I was wet after that meeting too. And I'm wet now, very wet," she looked directly into my eyes.
I thought my cock was going to burst out of my pants. I was as hard as a rock.
"Come around here and feel, if you don't believe me."
What I couldn't believe, was she was asking me to come and feel her wet cunt,
in the restaurant!
"Well do you want to feel, or not?" she asked quizzically, the one eyebrow raised again.
I stood up, trying to hide my erection, but not succeeding.
"Oh goody!" she exclaimed, looking directly at my erection straining at my slacks, "it's obviously very not one sided."
I made my way around to her side of the table; she took my hand and drew it up under her dress placing it directly on her pussy.
She was right! She was sopping wet!
Still holding my hand on her wet cunt, she looked up at me, "I want you! I want you now!"

I bent down and kissed her deeply, our tongues dancing around each other, my fingers slipping deep into her wetness. She squirmed and thrust her cunt hard onto my fingers, gasping as I slipped them in