Diana's Former Lover Calls - My Secret Bedroom

It had been years since Diana last thought about Mark, her former lover from her days at Luxury. But the sound of his voice brought back a flood of memories, and she couldn’t help but feel a spark of excitement. She smiled as she replied to his call, trying to convey her enthusiasm without giving away too much.

“Hi Mark, it’s so good to hear your voice,” she said, trying to sound casual. “How are you doing?”

“I’m good, how about you?” Mark replied, and they chatted for a bit about old times. Diana found herself laughing and feeling more and more at ease. She had often thought about Mark over the years, and the memories of their affair still lingered in her mind.

As they made plans to meet for lunch, Diana couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation. She had always enjoyed Mark’s company, and she was curious to see if their chemistry still existed.

When she told John about the call, he was surprised but happy for her. “Wow, after all this time and he still had your phone number?” he asked, chuckling.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Diana replied, trying to play it cool. “I don’t know what his thoughts are, but when I mention I hadn’t a ‘lunch’ date in a long time, he replied that he was always ‘up’ for whatever I would like.”

John smiled and said, “As in the last lunch you had with him?” Diana nodded, and John continued, “You’re not sure what to do, are you?”

“I don’t know,” Diana admitted. “It’s been a long time, and I’m not sure if I’m comfortable with the idea of meeting him again.” John put his arm around her and said, “You don’t have to have sex if you don’t feel comfortable. But if you’re feeling a little horny for something different, it’s okay with me.”

Diana looked at him, feeling a mix of emotions. She had always been open with John about her desires, and she appreciated his understanding. “I don’t know what to tell you,” she said, feeling a little hesitant.

John leaned in and whispered, “You’re a beautiful woman, Diana. You deserve to have fun and explore your desires. And if that means meeting Mark again, then so be it.”

Diana smiled, feeling a sense of relief. She knew that John would always support her, and that gave her the confidence to pursue her desires.

As they prepared to meet Mark, John gave her some advice. “You need to get your vibe back,” he said, smiling. “You used to have a sexy vibe, and that’s one reason why you had the ‘I am sexy attitude’.”

Diana looked at him, feeling a little self-conscious. “Really?” she asked, trying to understand what he meant.

“Yes, you used to radiate sexiness when you were younger and working at Luxury. It wasn’t just because you were younger, it was because you wanted men to look at you and to want you. Remember, you were the Queen of Tease!” John exclaimed, laughing.

Diana couldn’t help but laugh along with him. She knew that she had been a tease in her day, but she had never thought about it in those terms before.

John continued, “You need to get some of that old swagger back or Mark won’t pick up that you’re available for ‘lunch’.”

Diana nodded, feeling a sense of determination. She was going to get her vibe back, and she was going to make sure that Mark knew she was interested.

As they headed to the mall, John told her to wear something revealing and to go without a bra and panties. Diana was hesitant at first, but John reassured her that it would be fun.

“You need to practice being sexy again, Diana,” he said, smiling. “If you want to do Mark, then you need to project the same sexiness you did years ago.”

Diana looked at him, feeling a mix of emotions. She knew that she had been a tease in the past, but she wasn’t sure if she was comfortable with it now.

As they walked through the mall, Diana felt a sense of excitement. She was going to get her vibe back, and she was going to make sure that Mark knew she was interested.

She caught a few passing men looking at her, and she couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She was still sexy, and she knew it.

As they tried on clothes, Diana felt a sense of liberation. She was being herself, and she was enjoying every minute of it.

John smiled at her, admiring her confidence. “You’re getting your vibe back, Diana,” he said, smiling. “I can see it in your eyes.”

Diana smiled back, feeling a sense of pride. She was being sexy, and she was loving every minute of it.

As they left the mall, Diana felt a sense of excitement. She was ready to meet Mark, and she was ready to see where things would go.

She stood in front of the mirror, her eyes locked on her reflection as she touched her pussy, her fingers grazing the delicate flesh. A soft moan escaped her lips as she confirmed her suspicions – she was wet. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn’t help but recall the old days, when she’d flash men in changing rooms and stores, her heart racing with excitement.

She pushed her finger deeper, teasing herself, and her clit began to swell. She knew she could come in just a few minutes, but she’d save it for when they got home. For now, she was on a mission.

She had a thought, a naughty one, and she decided to act on it. She unlocked the door and called out to John, her voice barely above a whisper. “Come here for a minute, please.”

John appeared in the doorway, a hint of curiosity on his face. “What’s up?”

“I need you to come in for a minute,” she replied, her eyes never leaving his face.

John stepped inside, and she pushed the door open, revealing her bra-clad body to anyone who might be watching. “Will you exchange this pink dress for the light blue one in the same size?” she asked, her voice dripping with seduction.

John’s expression told her he was enjoying the show, and she knew her nipples were standing at attention, her pussy wet and ready. She smiled to herself, knowing she was getting him all riled up.

He returned with the dress, and she opened the door again, this time to take the light blue dress. Another woman walked into the changing area, and Diana just smiled at her, but when she glanced over John’s shoulder, she saw a man standing by the dress rack, looking right at her. She held the door a little longer, allowing him to get a glimpse of her.

She tried on the light blue dress, twirling around in it, and bumping the door with her elbow, causing it to open wider. She removed the dress, facing directly out towards the man, and managed to hit the door again with her elbow. She pretended not to notice, taking her time to hang up the dress and then trying on a skirt.

She bent over, giving the guy outside a great view of her ass and probably her puffy pussy as well. She looked in the mirror, removed the skirt, and hung it up, taking her time to put on her dress. She provided the man outside with a good view of her boobs and pubic area, smiling at him as she walked by.

After paying for the dress, they moved on to other stores, and Diana started to step with more purpose, swaying her hips and letting her tits jiggle a little more, especially when she knew or suspected men were watching her. She was finding her old vibe, the one that caused men’s heads to turn and their smaller heads to swell.

Finally, she thought she’d found a couple of outfits that would work. The first was a tight-fitting skirt that hugged her curves like a glove, with a zipper in the front that she could open to reveal as much leg as she wanted to. With that, she bought a semi-shear top that she could wear over a really pretty bra or no bra at all if she really wanted to show off.

She also bought some woman’s slacks that hugged her ass, tops, bras, and panties, and even a couple of garters and stockings. “Wow, I’m really happy you’re feeling sexy again, but I don’t think I should have to pay so much for your friend to get laid,” John said, trying to sound serious.

“True, but think of it this way; this is the cost of sloppy seconds, and as soon as we get home, you’ll get sloppy firsts because I’m dripping!” she replied, laughing.

“Well, let’s go then!” John exclaimed, and she knew she was getting him all riled up.

She had her hair cut and styled on Thursday, and then on Friday, she woke up excited. John removed the pubic hair from around her labia and trimmed the top part into a wide arrow pointing the way to her clit.

“I don’t think that’s necessary; I’m pretty sure Mark will remember the way,” she remarked, looking at it.

“Well, I think it looks sexy, and he will too, trust me,” John replied, smiling.

After her shower, she did her makeup and hair, and then the butterflies in her tummy set in. All she had left to do was dress, but as every girl knows, it isn’t that simple; there are choices to make, and they can be difficult.

She had the two new outfits to choose from, one being the light blue dress, which was short and showed off more leg and butt cheek if she wasn’t careful. The other was the tight skirt, which was longer and showed off her ass as she walked away, but if she unzipped the skirt, then it too could be used to flash her beaver.

“What do you think?” she asked John, looking at him for guidance.

“Wear the new blue dress,” John replied.

“The tight skirt shows off your ass, but you want to send a not-so-subtle signal that you want more than a salad for lunch, and if he takes the bait, he isn’t going to feel you up under the table like he did years ago with the tight skirt.”

“What?” she asked, her voice full of surprise.

“You remembered he did that?” she asked, her eyes wide with wonder.

“Yeah, sure I do, why?” John replied, his expression serious.

“I don’t know, anyway, are you saying I should let him feel me up at the restaurant?”

“Honey, you’re going to fuck him, or at least, you’re hoping he’ll fuck you, so yeah, let him play with you a little if he wants to. That’s how it got started the last time, right?”

“Ah, yeah, you’re right; I guess I’m still not sure what I’m doing.”

“Well, you better figure it out because you’re going to be face-to-face with it in an hour,” John said, his voice serious.

She put the dress on, along with a pretty new bra that was sheer and allowed her nipples to stand out but still provided some support for her breast. She put on blue stockings and a blue garter, and then a pair of blue tap pants over her bare pussy.

“Leave the tap pants off and go bare-ass,” John suggested to her.

“Why, not panties, they give me more confidence?”

“Same reason you did it at the mall, just to tantalize your pussy and make yourself a little horny before the main event,” John replied, his voice husky.

“What if he doesn’t want to do anything, then I’ll feel foolish sitting there without panties?”

“Well, if you really want to go all the way with him, you should probably flash him at the office, and if you do that sans panties, he should get a crystal-clear signal that you’re interested in more than a salad.”

“Wouldn’t he get the message just as clear if I flash him panty shots?”

“No, I don’t think so. A panty flash could be accidental or unavoidable due to the chair you’re sitting in, and I would think that some women don’t care if men see their panties because they really aren’t seeing anything.”

“But a bare beaver shot is intentional.”

“Exactly, so if you flash him a bare beaver shot, he knows that you did that intentionally, and if you did that intentionally, he may just get the message that you want an old-fashioned lunch.”

“Good point, and what the hell, if I’m going sluting, I might as well dress like one,” John laughed, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

She did a final touch-up to her makeup, putting on deep red lipstick and some perfume. She looked in the mirror and took a deep breath, pushing up her boobs and then looked at John and said, “How do I look?”

“Beautiful, you look like the beautiful MILF you are!” John replied, his voice full of admiration.

“Thank you, you’re sure this is okay, and you won’t have any regrets or be angry?”

“Yes, I’m sure it’s okay with me, and I wasn’t angry with you the last time, and I won’t be this time,” John replied, his expression serious.

“But what about you? Are you okay with this, because if you’re not, then don’t do it, and certainly don’t do it for me. If you do it, do it for you.”

“OK, I’m going to do it, because I want him to fuck me again!” she exclaimed, her voice full of determination.

“There, I said it, so now I’m off to fuck, wish me luck,” she said, smiling at John.

John gave her a big hug, but she said no kissing, it would mess up the lipstick and she was late.

She parked her car and checked her makeup, taking a deep breath and saying to herself, “He’s just a man, a man who always wanted me and who I enjoyed fucking, so what’s so hard?”

“Go in there and smile, show a little leg and pussy, and see what happens,” she whispered to herself.

She opened the door and there was a small reception area with a woman sitting behind the desk.

“Good morning, may I help you?”

“Yes, I have an appointment with Mark, I’m Diana.”

“Oh, of course; he said you would be coming by, let me tell him you’re here,” the receptionist replied, buzzing Mark.

Mark came from the hallway with a big smile and his arms held wide for a hug.

“Diana! It’s been way too long.”

They hugged briefly, and he led her back to his office, which was in the corner and was about four times the size of his old office at Luxury.

He had a sitting area, and he offered her a seat on a sofa, and then took a chair across from her.

They chatted about what they’d been doing since they last saw one another and laughed about some of the crazy things that had happened at their old job.

Diana crossed and uncrossed her legs a few times, so Mark could get a look up her dress, but she wasn’t sure if he could see anything due to the sofa’s angle, and she wasn’t sure she’d hiked her dress up far enough.

“Holy mackerel, where did the time go? It’s already 1:30,” Mark said, looking at his watch.

She smiled her biggest smile of the day and said, “Lunch” and uncrossed her legs rather blatantly, leaving them spread so there was little doubt she intended to flash him.

She was sure Mark got the flash this time because she saw his eyes dart between her legs, and she held the position to assure he could see she was showing him a bare beaver.

Mark smiled broadly, “Yes, by all means, lunch. There’s a restaurant right up the street; not the Fox and Hounds of old, but it’s close, and it’s not bad food?”

“Perfect, as long as it has booths,” she said, laughing lightly.

Mark caught the inference to their last lunch immediately and smiled, saying, “Oh yeah, they have nice private booths.”

Diana followed Mark to the restaurant, and they got a booth in the back.

Since it was almost two o’clock, most of the lunch crowd had left, and they had their section to themselves.

Mark waited for her to slide into the booth, and then he slid in but not all the way.

Diana looked at him and smiled, saying, “Sit closer, like the old days, I promise, I won’t bite or if I do, not too hard.”

Mark smiled and slid over next to her.

The waiter came, and Mark ordered two Vodka Martinis.

Diana smiled to herself, knowing she was going to get laid today.

He caught enough of her signals to know she wanted it too.

“Vodka Martinis, huh, just like our last lunch!” Diana said, laughing.

Mark laughed, “I certainly hope just like our last lunch.”

She smiled her biggest smile of the day, “Me too, but not as many as in the old days; I don’t drink like I used to, and it doesn’t take as much for me to lose my inhibition.”

With that, she made the first move by leaning into him and moving his hand to her left leg.

Mark’s hand slid up her thigh as he started some idle chit-chat about nothing in particular while rubbing her thigh and then letting his hand move to the inside of her thigh, very near her bare pussy lips.

It was all she could do not to moan out loud; it felt so good.

GOD, it had been so long since a man, other than her husband, had touched her in such a way, and even longer in a public place.

She smiled to herself, knowing she was getting him all riled up.

Mark looked at her, his eyes locked on hers, and she knew he was interested.

“I think we’re going to have a great lunch,” he said, his voice husky.

She smiled, knowing she was going to get laid today.

The waiter came, and they ordered their food, but she wasn’t thinking about the food; she was thinking about Mark and what was going to happen next.

As they waited for their food to arrive, Mark leaned in closer, his hand still on her thigh, and she knew she was in for a wild ride.

She smiled to herself, knowing she was going to get laid today.

Mark’s hand began to move up her thigh, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.

She knew she was getting him all riled up, and she couldn’t wait to see what happened next.

The waiter came with their food, and they started eating, but Diana wasn’t thinking about the food; she was thinking about Mark and what was going to happen next.

As they ate, Mark’s hand continued to move up her thigh, and she felt a sense of excitement building inside her.

She knew she was getting him all riled up, and she couldn’t wait to see what happened next.

Finally, they finished their food, and Mark leaned in closer, his hand on her thigh, and she knew she was in for a wild ride.

She smiled to herself, knowing she was going to get laid today.

Mark’s hand began to move up her thigh, and she felt a sense of excitement building inside her.

She knew she was getting him all riled up, and she couldn’t wait to see what happened next.

Diana’s eyes locked onto Mark’s as he slipped his hand under her dress, his fingers brushing against the garter strap and bare thigh. She parted her legs, a sly smile spreading across her face as she casually dropped her hand on top of his, guiding it to her pussy. The air was thick with tension, the only sound the soft hum of the restaurant’s background music.

“Hmm, just like the last time,” Mark whispered, his breath hot against her skin as he rubbed her bare lips. Diana’s eyelids fluttered closed, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she savored the sensation.

The waiter arrived with their drinks, interrupting the moment. Mark reluctantly withdrew his hand, but only for a moment, before he was back to teasing Diana’s pussy. His fingers danced across her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

“Goodness, go slow under there, you don’t want me coming here, do you?” Diana asked, her voice husky with desire.

“Sure, why not?” Mark chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief.

“Because I could start screaming the F-word over and over, and that would draw attention,” Diana laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Mark smiled, his face inches from hers. “I seem to remember that was a favorite word at our last lunch,” he said, his voice low and seductive.

The waiter returned with their lunch, but neither Mark nor Diana were interested in eating. They chatted idly, their hands touching under the table as they continued to play a game of sensual tag.

Mark pushed his plate back, his eyes locked onto Diana’s. “Do we continue this lunch in the fashion of old?” he asked, his voice dripping with innuendo.

Diana smiled, her cougar smile gleaming in the light. “What’s my pussy say? Is it wet?” she asked, her voice husky with desire.

Mark’s fingers parted her lips, his eyes widening in surprise. “Damn, you’re most moist, and most ready, my lady,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.

Diana leaned in, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own heartbeat. “God, am I ever. And I want to feel your cock in me again. Is there somewhere we can go?”

Mark nodded, a smile spreading across his face. “There’s a motel right across the street.”

Diana’s heart skipped a beat as she parked her car in front of the room. She thought, good God, I’m going into a motel in broad daylight with a man I haven’t seen in almost 20 years, with the intention of letting him fuck me any way he wants. Wow, this is either incredibly hot or incredibly crazy.

As she got out of the car, Mark held the door open for her, his eyes locked onto her pussy in the bright sunlight. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he held the door for her, his eyes never leaving hers.

Inside the room, Diana was struck by the cleanliness and simplicity of the place. She pulled back the bedspread to check the sheets, her eyes widening in approval.

As they got undressed, Diana felt a flutter in her chest. She reached out, taking Mark by the neck as she pulled him toward her. Their lips met in a long, deep kiss, the world around them melting away.

Mark’s hands danced across her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her breasts, her waist, her hips. Diana felt her nipples harden, her pussy throb with desire.

As they broke the kiss, Mark’s eyes locked onto hers. “God, you’re more beautiful than I remember,” he whispered, his voice full of wonder.

Diana felt a surge of relief, her heart soaring with pleasure. “Thank you,” she said, reaching for him again, her lips meeting his in another kiss.

Mark’s hands moved to her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples as they kissed. Diana felt her body ignite, her pussy throbbing with desire.

As they broke the kiss, Mark’s eyes locked onto hers. “Shall I remove the garter and stockings?” he asked, his voice low and seductive.

“Oh, no, leave them on, please,” Diana whispered, her voice husky with desire.