Somewhat to my surprise, one of the things I found so appealing about Joanna was her flair for fashion. Yes, she was pretty and intelligent and quick to laugh, but what set her apart from the rest was a dynamite wardrobe. She carried herself with consummate style and grace, in clothes that unfailingly accented her innate sensuality. More at home in a sweatshirt and jeans than a suit, I had never put much importance on a woman’s clothes, thinking more about how I could get her out of them. With Joanna, it was decidedly different.

The lady was always, always dressed to perfection, whether in something simple and understated or in something designed to catch the eye. It didn’t matter if she had on a glittering evening gown or a smart tennis outfit, an uncomplicated skirt-and-blouse ensemble or a Western-style shirt and snug jeans — she looked sensational in everything. Creative use of accessories, sashes, scarves, belts and the like subtly strengthened the overall impression she was striving for.

Needless to say, I was delighted to be seen with an attractive woman who always looked as if she had just stepped out of a fashion catalog. And I was doubly delighted to discover that my new love’s flair for fashion included alluring, pulse-quickening lingerie. In fact, I remember the first time I saw Joanna in sensual bedroom attire with almost as much pleasure as that with which I remember the passion of our first coupling.

A superb dinner at a restaurant overlooking the ocean followed by a long walk on the beach under a full moon had set the stage. A drink on the deck of my beach house, an embrace, a kiss, and then it was inside, to the bedroom. Joanna slipped into the bathroom while I stripped and turned down the bed. Naked, I waited, the thought of making love to Joanna making my cock swell, my heartbeat accelerating. And then, suddenly, there she was, striking a provocative pose in the bathroom doorway. She took my breath away.

My cock quickly grew fully erect as I bathed in her loveliness. She was all black lace and deep blue satin: bra, bikini panties, garter belt and sheer hose, the sensual ensemble adorning her flawless body, in beautiful contrast to the golden hair that hung in tiny ringlets to her shoulders. Further enhancing the effect were her black pumps, which made her appear even more the goddess.

She came toward the bed. “You like?” she asked softly, her blue eyes twinkling. For a moment or two I was speechless. Overwhelmed by the moment. And even a wee bit jealous, for I wondered how many other lucky men Joanna had blessed with the opportunity to see her in such tantalizing lingerie. “Well?” she said, doing a slow pirouette at the foot of the bed.

“You’re just … ravishing,” I said, finally. “Perfect.”

Joanna smiled and then, no doubt to drive me even more wild with desire, began walking slowly around the room, moving this way and that, bending over, making certain I got to see her from every conceivable angle. By the time she removed her shoes and slithered into bed with me, I was beside myself with lust. I wanted to rip off all that satin and lace and bury my cock balls-deep inside her, and yet, at the same time, I wanted to wait, to simply look at her, to lose myself in the sensual feel of that lingerie.

“Will you help me out of this?” Joanna asked. “Please?”

Summoning up all the willpower at my command, I brought my hand up to one of Joanna’s breasts, cupping the blue-satin-encased mound and feeling the lace above it. Joanna purred contentedly. I did the same to her other breast and then let my hand wander downward, across the flat plane of her tummy and then all along her satin garter belt to the lace that bordered it. Finally my hand dipped between her legs to cup her satin-covered pussy. “Ooh, that’s nice,”

Joanna cooed. “Are they very wet?”

“Very,” I answered, smiling as I gently stroked her pussy through the panties.

A minute later, Joanna eased me onto my back and then crouched on the bed, positioning herself so that I could caress her as she sucked on my erection. I moaned at the feel of her lovely lips on me, and this, combined with the feel of her rounded ass encased in the satin panties and her legs sheathed in the sheer stockings, put me in seventh heaven. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I coaxed Joanna onto her back again and with fumbling fingers managed to undo the tiny blue bow at the center of her bra. Nothing happened.

Joanna chuckled softly. “That’s only for decoration,” she said. “Here.” She directed me to the clasp of the bra.

No sooner were her breasts bared than my mouth went to them, lips sucking, tongue swirling over the creamy-smooth mounds of flesh. Sighing, Joanna took my head in her hands and exerted slight downward pressure as I trailed my tongue across her stomach and dipped it into her navel. I started to reach for one of the tiny blue bows at the sides of the garter belt, then thought better of it.

I watched as Joanna, making a great show of it, unsnapped her garters and peeled down her stockings. After what seemed an eternity, she was naked except for the satin panties. I pressed my mouth against them, inhaling the fragrance of her arousal. Then, as Joanna lifted her hips, I tugged the panties down her legs and worked them around and off her feet.

“Do it now, quickly,” Joanna pleaded. “Tm so hot.”

In no time at all, I was inside her and fucking furiously. The image of Joanna decked out in her scintillating lingerie combined with the wonderful feel of her pussy clasping my thrusting cock to drive me over the edge sooner than I would have liked. But Joanna came quickly too, crying out and holding me hard against her as my semen spilled into her pussy. Later, we made love again, at a more relaxed pace, Joanna happily heeding my request that she put all of her sexy lingerie back on-save the panties — so I could feast again on the splendid sight.

For the duration of our affair, which lasted over a year, and ended when she accepted a too-good-to-turn-down job in Boston, Joanna treated me to a succession of visual delights. She didn1 always wear something dazzling under her street or evening clothes, but when she did, it was fabulous. There was the time, for example, when, after a fun day at the zoo, she stripped down in my bedroom to reveal a fringed bra-and-bikini set with a leopard-skin pattern.

Over that she put on a thigh-length robe with the same pattern. Wild? I almost came on the spot!

As the months passed, I learned more and more about sexy lingerie as Joanna introduced me to lace bustiers, slinky negligees, underwire bras, silky pajamas, mesh knit teddys and panties in a dazzling array of styles and colors. Just watching her model an outfit was enough to get me rip-roaring hard. And the sex we had on these occasions was exceptionally satisfying.

These days I don’t hesitate to ask a woman I’m dating to wear erotic lingerie, often accompanying her to the store to select something I think will look fabulous on her. I have yet to meet a woman who wasn’t impressed with my knowledge of alluring lingerie, and when a compliment is sent my way, I give a silent one in return — to Joanna.