Chapter 1

“Hamish, do you know what this coming Saturday is?”

Hamish looked at me blankly, then said, “I know, it’s the thirteenth of March.”

“And.”

“And what? It’s not your birthday, nor mine, and it’s not Easter. You got me. Would you care to enlighten me?”

“Men. Why are you so hopeless at remembering dates?” I said despairingly.

“Why don’t you make it easy for me and tell me?”

My name is Isabel, but Hamish has always called me Izzy. “It’s our anniversary this Saturday together for twelve months. Come on, get with it.”

“Oh, is that all? I thought It was something important.”

“Sod you, you insensitive arse.”

I punched him on the shoulder and Hamish feigned injury.

“Ow, ow, kiss me better. I was only messing with you.”

“Hamish, you shit. I thought you didn’t know.”

“The restaurant is already booked, my darling. A good meal, cocktails, and onto a club afterwards, we’ll have a perfect night out.”

“Please, tell me where we are going,” I pleaded hopelessly.

“Sorry, no. You’ll have to wait until Saturday.”

Although we are both twenty and about to celebrate one year as a couple, we didn’t live together. Hamish has suggested many times we should buy a place and move in, but my parents would go spare if I moved in with my boyfriend.

I had a week to decide what to wear, and I thought. I would buy a new dress and sandals for our night out. After looking through several women’s fashion stores, I chose a backless white chiffon ruffled dress finishing upper thigh with a U-neck and spaghetti straps. I know he will love me wearing this figure-hugging number. Plus, the high-heeled sandals that were. Peep toe, ankle strap platform sandals in silver. They matched my dress perfectly.

Once Saturday arrived, I looked forward to where Hamish was taking me. The love of my life wanted to surprise me and hadn’t, sorry, wouldn’t tell me where we were going.

Well, is he in for a pleasant surprise later tonight when he gets into my panties and finds I’ve trimmed my bush into the shape of the Bermuda Triangle? He loves to run his fingers through my pubes. After shaving, I inspected myself closely in the mirror, turning one way and the other. A little more off the top, and I was happy.

He goes off like a firecracker when I’m wearing silk panties. And that’s what I wore. A new pair of skin-coloured satin tanga panties that had a sexy feel and look to them. He gets so excited, and so do I, when he rubs his fingers over my pussy. Mmm, I get so wet.

Pubic hair trimmed, panties on with a spray of perfume to my crotch, then I shimmied into my dress, put my sandals on, and ran my hands over my boobs and hips as I admired myself in the mirror, and thought, I’ll blow Hamish’s socks off. Yes, I looked good. Then I applied a couple of sprays of perfume to my neck, and I was ready to rock and roll.

I looked at my watch just as he arrived at seven. I greeted him warmly at the door, leaning in for a quick kiss, and after breaking the kiss, Hamish said, “Wow, Izzy, you look super hot tonight.” Hamish continued looking me up and down lasciviously.

“Where are you taking me tonight, handsome? Somewhere nice? Somewhere sexy? And will we end up at our favourite spot later?”

Hamish kissed me again and pulled me against him. I could feel his hardness already. “Down, boy. Save it for later.”

We walked to his car, and he pushed me against it as he leaned his body into mine, his hands on my arse rubbing my bum cheeks, or maybe he was checking out what panties I wore. The smooch was very enjoyable, and like with all guys, his cock was hard in no time.

“Come on, tiger, let’s go, or do you want to visit one of those hotels in Perth where you can rent a room for a limited time during the day?”

“Is that what you would like? You want to visit a cheap hotel and act like you’re a whore?”

“Hey, gutter mouth, I never said I was a whore. No, I’m teasing you for later. I’m a sure thing tonight. But would you like me to be a whore for you next weekend and rent a room during the day?”

“You blow me away. Yeah, it would be awesome to see you dressed as a tart with me as your customer.”

“Really? You wanna do it then?”

“Sure, why not.”

Oh, me and my big mouth. What have I let myself in for? “Great, let’s do it,” I said despairingly before continuing on a brighter note, “Where are we going tonight?”

“We’ve been to the restaurant before. It’s one of your favourites.”

“Oh, fantastic. You’re taking me to Jessica’s at the Hyatt. Aren’t you? I love that place.”

Hamish drove into town and kept looking at my legs, and every time he looked, I raised my dress a little higher, revealing more of my thigh.

“Isabel, stop teasing me, or I’ll have to pull over and spank you.”

I let out a giggle. Hamish has never spanked me and unlikely ever will. “No, you won’t. Once you see my satin panties, you wouldn’t be able to resist rubbing my pussy through them.” I raised my dress to reveal my crotch.

“Oh, fuck, you know I can’t resist you wearing satin panties. My cock’s bursting to get out, and I’m not going to make it through the night. But I don’t think you’re right about me spanking you. I would love to spank your arse covered in satin panties.”

“No way, sexy. If you spanked me, I’d cut you off.

“Pull into the underground car park, and I’ll give you the night’s first surprise.”

The look on his face was priceless. He looked like a little kid in a candy store, not knowing where to go first. His head quickly looked at the road and then back at me. “What ... what are you gonna do?”