The day after Saundra had dropped Donald off at the airport she went to his condo, wanting to stash the little presents she'd bought for him. She took a tour through the rooms which she found tastefully decorated, not overbearing. The colors and design were probably done that way on purpose, so Donald would be the focus of the room, rather than the décor. The interior design of each room was elegant but comfortable. She hated when rooms were so opulent one felt one could not sit down or touch anything. She wondered if he'd shared this home with his ex-wife.
The living and dining rooms displayed a southwestern motif. The living room had rough stucco walls, a pale red-clay color, with leather and wood furnishings. There were a couple of Remington sculptures, one of a cowboy and horse with a little calf, the other a brave warrior on horseback, holding a lance high above his head. She wondered if this was all just his particular style or if he had some connection with horses or ranching. She enjoyed horseback riding, but she preferred English to Western. The dining room also had stucco walls but was white-washed. There was a beautiful oak dining table and matching straight-backed chairs, the seats padded with burgundy woven cotton. Two arched windows let in plenty of light.
She went into the kitchen and was delighted with the smartly functional arrangement. All the appliances were stainless steel and the stove had six burners. She loved to cook and wondered if he did, too. Pots and pans were suspended from a wrought iron rail that circled above an island with a small sink. She had always dreamed of having a kitchen like this. Opening the refrigerator she saw how sparsely stocked it was, a true bachelor's fridge! Well, she'd take care of that and have plenty of food ready when he arrived home on Friday. After all, one must be well nourished to be able to play as she intended for his return. Expending energy took a few healthy calories!
Saundra took her bag of goodies and went down the hall to the master bedroom. It was large and very masculine. The furniture was bulky but fit quite well in the room. The dark wood went well with burgundy, dark blue and a hint of gold accentuating the décor. She sat on the king sized bed and opened the drawer of the nightstand, carefully placing the items from her bag inside and gently closing the drawer. She made a mental note to pick up a tube of lubrication, which she had forgotten on her little shopping spree. Before she left she measured out lengths of rope, cutting them with a knife she'd pilfered from the kitchen, and fastened them to each bed post and tucked them under the mattress. Everything was set for Donald's seduction. She giggled, thinking of the pleasures she would have with him.
The atmosphere at work was more relaxed while he was away. Everyone could take their breaks and chat and joke around without the intimidation of the boss watching them from his office. While it was nice to talk and get to know her co-workers better, Saundra was preoccupied. Her mind was constantly thinking of her plans for Donald and how she would make him "fit to be tied and begging" as he'd said make her. On Thursday night she went grocery shopping and brought it all back to his condo. She put the groceries away then prepared a pork loin roast in a marinade to rest in until Friday night. She prepped the potatoes and vegetables and stored them in bowls of water in the refrigerator. Then she placed a couple of bottles of bottles of Pinot Grigio wine on the island with two glasses. She cleaned up and left for home, happily looking forward to Donald's return.
Late that night she called his hotel room. He sounded half asleep when he answered. Her fingers delicately teased her nipples into erection as she lay on her bed. Her pussy was already damp from the thoughts and ideas she'd been having all day regarding his welcome home.
"Did I wake you? I'm sorry."
"Uh, no. How are you?" he mumbled groggily.
"I just took a nice, hot bath and feel so relaxed. I'm feeling a little aroused, too. I shaved myself tonight and that is always such an erotic sensation for me," she whispered into the phone.
"Hmmm...shaving your legs is erotic? I'll have to watch sometime."
"No silly, shaving my pussy," she giggled. "Tell me, how did your meetings go?" she abruptly changed the subject knowing he'd be hung up on the thought of her smooth pussy lips. His emails to her during the week had mostly been about how much he looked forward to getting home and spending more time with her. Silence from his end confirmed his sweet distraction. "Donald?"
"Oh....they went well enough. Their lawyer is a little shit, though. Martin Cook, yes, he's a pain in the ass. But he has come realize I'm not going to take his bullshit." Donald chuckled, thinking of how Cook had grudgingly yielded to Donald's logical countering of any objections during their meetings.
Saundra was momentarily surprised by the name. She had never told Donald that she was from Chicago...and hearing Martin's name she suddenly felt angry that he was again on the fringes of her life. He was her ex-husband, whom she'd been married to for five, hateful years. They were both from middle class families but he'd been extremely aggressive in moving up in the world. He would do almost anything to move in the circles of the rich and powerful, even when it had meant using his pretty, young wife. Five years into their marriage she'd finally come to her senses and realized she was merely a means to an end. He'd used her, humiliated her. She could have accepted his ways if it had been done for his own, personal desires. But he had turned into a crazed man, coercing her into ugly situations to gain the power for which he'd hungered.
The night she'd finally gotten up enough courage to tell him she was leaving him he'd beaten and raped her. He stormed out of the house as she lay on the carpet of their bedroom, bruised and bleeding, her suitcase half packed and lying wide open on the bed. That's how she'd felt, half alive and left lying so vulnerable on the floor. When she filed for divorce she didn't even ask for alimony, not wanting to have any affiliation with him. She needed to be completely free of any cancerous connection with him.
"Saundra? Are you still there?" Donald's voice pulled her back into the present.
"Yes." She coughed and shifted in her bed, giving her a moment to regain her composure. "So, you bullied their lawyer into submission?" she asked, trying to picture Martin squirming (at least on the inside) from Donald's assiduous tactics.
"I wouldn't say I bullied him. I was merely persuasive. I'm sure there will be a slight compromise or two on my part, but that's all part of the business. It's a game of intellect and shear will. And you know I like a good challenge!" Donald smiled to himself, thinking of how Saundra had teased him into doing crazy sexual stunts yet not letting him break through her subtle resistance. He was anxious to get home and tease her for a change. He zealously anticipated breaching her calm, cool demeanor and driving her mad with his lustful attentions!
"Yes, I do. I'm sure there will be more interesting challenges for you in the near future." She sighed and the memories of her ex-husband slip away. She focused on Donald and massaged her round breasts, rubbing and pinched her nipples. "It will be nice to have you back here, with me. Have you been thinking about me?" she asked coyly.
"Yes, my dear, I certainly have." Donald reached down and stroked his hardening cock. Luscious thoughts of her would pop into his mind during his meetings, and especially when he was alone at night in his hotel room. He would masturbate but force himself to stop short of coming, saving himself for her. He didn't want to waste one drop of his hot semen, imagining her licking and sucking him dry.
"Hmmmm...I'm laying here, naked, playing with my breasts. They're so sensitive. I like having them sucked. It's been a long time since I've let anyone touch me. I've been thinking of what it would be like to feel your hands on me." Her hand snaked down to her clean, smooth pussy. She caressed her lips then separated them to play her fingers up and down her slit. "I'm getting wet imagining your fingers teasing me."
Donald moaned as he continued to slowly stroke his shaft. He fantasized sucking on her tits as he played with her cunt. He reached lower to rub his balls, they felt so heavy with his stored cum.
"I bet you'd like to be here next to me, right now. Tell me what you'd do to me," she whispered seductively.
