Forbidden Encounter with a Seductive Mistress Dropping my bag at the bedroom door, I step into the bathroom to freshen up, not noticing Heather yet. I know she is there...waiting for me. After a few moments I come out and step further into the bedroom to see her relaxing on a massive four poster bed. Propped against the headboard in a sheer black dress complete with matching garters, thigh highs and of course black patent leather 5 inch fuck me heels; I find her watching me. Her 'Mona Lisa' smile adding to her air of naughtiness personified. Her hair is swept up and diamonds catch the light at her ears. For all appearances, she looks like a high-class, well paid...whore. Our eyes meet and an instant spark of fiery electricity fills the room. It's been a month since we have been together but feels like we are just picking up from where we left off. I walk towards the bar to the scotch and pour two fingers; ignoring her. Heather smells me; the sinful mix of Grey Flannel and a scent that is uniquely mine and mine alone. The combination is intoxicating and one she cannot resist. It caresses her senses. From the way I'm standing, she has got the sweetest view of that ass she can't wait to get between her legs. Finally, I turn towards her in doing so the silkiest expanse of skin is exposed where my collar is unbuttoned. The navy trousers and button down blue green striped shirt do me justice. …but everything was about to change
