The Jealousy Test Date

The day we first met, I was wearing a skirt without panties and he literally landed between my legs, looking up into “paradise” as he announced to the crowd. I’ve desperately tried to break the spell he has over me but discovered that I really don’t want to. Before I give myself over the wild abandon that has been our relationship thus far, I decided that he must pass my tests; well, my mother helped me decide. Guys may cry “foul” at that, but women will understand. If he is going to be in my life in any capacity, he must be able to handle me. Is he insecure or jealous like my last boyfriend, or can he pass the test? It was time to find out!We met at a Renaissance Faire while he was fighting in a tournament, literally while he was fighting. His opponent laid a mighty blow on him and he flew across the arena, landing between my legs. He was brazen, insolent, bold, and very forward and confident. I also felt, at the time, that he was a showboat with a huge ego, kind of a “rock-star knight”. He was also charming, sensual, and his elfin features and gray-rimmed hazel eyes in tandem with his roguish attitude and constant mirth charmed me. I wanted to simultaneously punch him in the face and sit on his face.He stripped my long, red sash from my waist and tied it around his arm to repair his damaged demonic-looking armor and waded back into the fray. He found me later and somehow turned the tables on me. It was like he had some hold over me, turning me into a submissive, giddy little girl that would say or do anything just to gain his attention. We met in a dream-like fairy tale atmosphere and his bizarre life swept me up like a whirlwind.Each and every time we’ve been together it was either on his turf or at my place. I hoped, dreamed, and fantasized, despite reality, that he might be “the one”. I hate the power he has over me but I love it at the same time. With my mind, my heart, my dripping-wet loins, and my hopes pulling me in different directions, I became confused over how to handle things. Not knowing exactly what to do, I did what any woman in my position would do. I cried to my mommy!“Well, Kryssie,” she said with understanding. I could also detect delight and humor in her voice. “It seems to me that each and every time you’ve been with him he was in his comfort zone. It’s easy to keep your cool when you’re the one calling the shots.”She continued. “What you might want to do is to get him out his element and see how he reacts to your wild streak. If he acts like all the others you thought were perfect for you, then you’ll know better, or at least to be wary.”I thanked her for her sage advice, as always, and she drew out the tale of how we met. I left out the part where I masturbated for him in front of about twenty almost-total strangers. I did not leave out the threesome, though. She asked me what he looked like and I had a picture of him on my cell phone. I sent it to her. She agreed that he is handsome in a smiling rogue, elfin way.Our conversation concluding, my mother said one last thing to me. “One thing, honey,” she said.“Yes, mom.”“If it doesn’t work out, give him my number, Okay?”“You are such a slut, mom.”“Like mother, like daughter! Love you, Kryssie.”Mother knows best! I had my devious plan all worked out. I mulled it over and revised it all through the week. The next time we’re together, I would pull him out of his Medieval swamp, avoid my house altogether, and make him take me out on a real date. Then I would go crazy and let my inner sex-goddess run free to see how he reacts. I would go full-on “slut” and if he cannot handle it, then I would be forewarned. Also, I hadn’t had a proper date in ages!I waited all through the week for him to contact me. I barely managed to resist the urge to do so myself. He’d contacted Escort elvankent me every now and then but it seemed friendlier than the “I want to be with you” kind of messages. I hinted that I was all alone for the weekend with no plans except for laying a flagstone path in my garden. He is oblivious to ladies hints.Finally, I took the direct approach. “I’m free for the weekend. Do you want to see me?” I messaged him.Almost an eternal-hour later he responded. “I’d cherish your company. What would you like?”He walked right into my naughty trap! “I want you to take me on a for-real date! No swords, no armor, no fucking at my house. A real date.”His response was, as always, sarcastic and charming. “A real fucking, no fucking, date. As you wish. Pick you up at your place at 8.”“No,” I messaged back. “It’s a date. Pick me up at work.”Friday arrived and I, as usual, awoke late because, well, erotica! I hurried through my shower so I’d have enough time to brush out my hair and put on my makeup. I dressed in a simple dress that was slightly attractive but suitable for business attire. I didn’t bother with underwear, not because I wanted to feel sexy but because I was in a hurry. I had forgotten all about our “date” in my rush.My morning was hectic with books coming in, books going out, things needing repricing, and our archaic computer system crawling along at a snail’s pace. It was well past noon by the time I remembered that I was going to unleash my fury upon him. Oh my goddess! I wasn’t dressed properly. I thought about cancelling; I pondered telling him to pick me up at home, instead. I ended up doing neither of those things because the day consumed me.It was maybe twenty minutes before closing and I was talking to Marcy; my friend and an invaluable employee. My back was turned to the door. I was talking to Marcy about our ideas on how to reconfigure one of our displays—her idea was better than mine—and I saw her face go blank and her mouth gape as she looked towards the entrance. As the bells on the door rattled their entrance-song I turned and followed her gaze. There he stood.His long, fine hair was flowing and glowing in the light. He wore a light blue button-down shirt that still showed his fine physique beneath it. The sleeves were rolled up over his forearms. His broad-shouldered torso angled inward into his envy-inducing tiny waist and his bottom half wore black pleated pants. No moccasins this time; his feet were covered with black leather casual shoes. He held a bouquet of roses in his hand!The light coloring of his shirt made those gray-ringed eyes of his jump out like a vampire’s eyes should look. He smiled at me and looked me up and down at least twice. He confidently swaggered, yes swaggered, over to me and handed me the roses.“You look amazing as always,” he beamed out to me.“I’m sorry,” I said to him. “I meant to dress up, but I was in such a rush.” I took the flowers and looked at them. It was a bunch of red roses with a single white one in the center. “Aren’t you the hopeless romantic?” I said to him, desperately trying to not sound impressed by his old-fashioned gesture.“Hopeful romantic,” he replied.I read the card. “In every bunch, one stands out. You are that one.”Get it together, Krystal! They’re just flowers; stop dripping down your thighs!“I can’t go out like this,” I exclaimed to him. “I look a mess!”He put those manly, strong, muscled-with-the-veins-showing arms around me. I remembered how many orgasms I received at the tender mercy of his hands as they touched me. I felt my body explode in delight at his touch.“Nonsense,” he said to me as he nuzzled one of my hot spots at the nape of my neck. “We’ll just cancel the first thing I had planned for us and rectify your emek escort wardrobe fears.”I turned to Marcy. “Marcy, would you mind if-““I closed up shop for you. No problem!” She was smiling and nodding. Her eyes met mine and she mouthed, “You’re so lucky”. We shared a girl-giggle together and I gladly let him escort me out.We walked to his car, a nice, nondescript SUV. I forced myself to stop feeling giddy over his conduct and began to execute my plan of being wild. Always the true gentleman, he opened the door for me and held his hand on the small of my back as I climbed in to ensure my safety. As I swung my legs into the interior, I made sure to give him a slow and a clear, lingering look up my dress. His eyes lit up with delight.“I love what you’re wearing under your dress,” he said to me.“I’m nude beneath this,” I retorted in my sultry, sexy, husky voice.“I know,” he laughed. “That’s what I love about it!”He grabbed a CD from the door pocket. “You mentioned that you like hair metal, right?”He drove me to the local mall around to a side entrance. Again holding the door for me, he steered me inside and led me to an Indie bohemian clothing boutique. It was empty except for us and a young college-aged attendant. He was kind of cute. The attendant greeted us, asked if we needed any help, and then went back to his phone.“Pick out anything you like,” Glade said to me. “Once you feel you’re properly attired, we can get some grub.”I loved, loved, loved the clothes in the store. I wanted at least two of everything! I ended up choosing a stone-washed cotton pixie dress of sorts. It had a corset stylet top with cups in the front and thin spaghetti straps, laced in the back. The skirt portion flared out in diamond-pointed strips; very pixie-like. I also chose an ornately embellished maxi dress with slits going up both sides.“You can try those in there,” the attendant said, pointing at a curtain-covered little alcove of a dressing room.I went in and remembered how naughty I had planned on being. I smiled to myself as I decided what to do. I only closed the curtain halfway. This kept me hidden from the majority of the people that might be walking around outside of the storefront but left me totally exposed to Glade and the inattentive attendant.I tried on the black maxi dress first. It was gorgeous! However, the cut was just off for my figure. Nonetheless, I decided to see if I got any reaction. My lover was milling about looking at other garments and the attendant still had his nose buried in his phone.“How do I look?” I asked. I put one leg up high so it spilled out of the slit. They both turned in my direction. They both had appreciative looks.“You look like passion made flesh,” he said to me. I smiled. “Do you like the other one better?”“I haven’t tried it on yet,” I said.Before I lost their attention, I simply undid the necktie of the maxi dress and let it fall to the floor. I brazenly stood there, nude, basking in their attention.“Did I say that I love what you’re wearing under your dress?” he said to me. The attendant just stared at me hungrily. Their dual attentions really got my heart pounding and my juices flowing.I smiled at my lover and turned my eyes to the attendant. He was openly staring at me, enraptured by my nude body. I pulled on the pixie dress and I liked it. I twirled a bit and enjoyed how it flared out with my movements. It was a size or so too big on me and it was a mottled blue color.“I really like this one,” I addressed them both. “But I hate the color and it’s too big on my little boobs.” I pouted a little and held them up in my hands for dramatic effect. “Do you have this in a green or maybe a red and in a smaller size?”The attendant stuttered out, “ah, I think we have a size small eryaman escort bayan in moss green in the back, I’ll go get it but it might take a minute to find it.”I smiled as he stood up. By the way his young cock was tent-poling in his shorts; I could see he liked what he saw. I stared directly at the lump in his shorts. “Can I go back with you? It will save time that way.”He looked over, almost in fear, at my lover. Glade just stood there chuckling, looking impish and amused. The attendant nodded and I walked around the counter and followed him through the tie-dyed curtain into the back room. It was small and had lots of clothes on hangers, stuffed in boxes, and otherwise just kind of strewn about. My eye spied the exact same dress hanging on a rack towards the back. It was dark granite gray with charcoal mottling from the stone-washing.“What about that one?” I asked, leaning into his back and rubbing my breasts all over him.I was having a wonderful effect on him. “It’s the same dress but not in the color you wanted.” His voice cracked a little as he said it.“I like it,” I whispered into his ear. I walked around him and stripped off the blue dress. “Hold this, please.”I slowly walked over to it, feeling his eyes on my nude behind, and checked the size. It was my size! I pulled it on and it fit quite well. I turned my back to him.“Can you lace up the back for me?” His hands shook. They shook even more when I reached down and felt how hard he was.When he fumbled through tying me up in the back, I bent over at the waist. “Does my ass show when I bend over?”“Ah…a little,” he said. I looked over my shoulder at him and gave him my bedroom eyes.I bent over even more. “How about now?”“Mmmhmmm,” he almost moaned out.There was a high sorting table nearby and I placed my hands on it and pulled myself up to the tabletop, sitting on it and facing him. I spread my legs slightly.“It doesn’t flash my pussy to everyone when I sit like this, does it?” I asked in an innocent, playful voice.“A little,” he breathed out.I spread my legs wide. “Can you see how wet you’ve made me?”“Uh, what?” He sounded stunned.“You heard me! Pull it out.”“I’m uh, not supposed to. I’m at work.”“Come here; I’ll do all the work. Just give me your cock.”He walked up to me in a trance. I pulled his shorts and boxers down and his penis sprung out. It was average in size and thickness, but nice. I had an instant of guilt over using him to get under my lover’s skin, but then I thought about it. He would probably remember this for many years!With him between my spread legs and staring at my exposed pussy, I took him in both hands and stroked him up and down. “Did you like looking at me?” I asked him.It was over in a minute or less. He came quietly, but hard. It sprayed all over the tabletop I was perched upon and some of it got all over my thigh. When it was over, I kissed him hard and wet. I then jumped off the high table and bent forward to give his cute cock a gentle kiss.“I’ll take this one!” I smiled at him. I made to go back to the front. “Well, follow me!”Glade was seated on a chair out on the show floor, flipping through a magazine. He looked up and smiled when we walked out. He whistled at me and I did a pirouette.“I want this one,” I said to him.“Of course,” he replied. Glade paid, the attendant barely noticing that Glade was there due to staring at me, and we left.As soon as we got outside I erupted in laughter.“What’s so amusing?” he asked.“The attendants cum is dripping down my leg!” I laughed out.“What?” he said in disbelief. “Did you fuck him or something?”I couldn’t tell if he was upset or just shocked or what. “No, but I might have if he was a bit cuter. He just got so turned on watching me flash you that I stroked him off in the back room.”“You did what?”“I told him to pull his cock out and I spread my legs. I pulled him into me and grabbed his cock and stroked it. He came all over the place and some of it got on my thigh!” I pulled up my pixie skirt to show him. The young man’s juice shined on my bare thigh and was starting to dry a little.