Chame was SO excited. He had finally scheduled a date to meet. She had her list of requirements and after so many emails, texts, and Skype sessions...she had a good idea of what he wanted. She rubbed her clit as she tried to wake up, her nipples hardening and begging for attention. The alarm snooze sounded and she jumped out of the warm sheets. She did NOT want to be late!
The house was empty and it was peaceful. The sun was trying to break through the clouds, but it was still a dreary western Washington day. With her coffee in hand, she gathered her body scrub, shaving gel, razor, shampoo, perfume...and turned back to grab her only manual dildo...and headed to the bathroom. She sat on the edge of the bathtub and sprayed her legs with warm water. As she leaned to grab the shaving gel, she smiled as one of the first visuals he told her about flashed before her. Straddling a large cock seated on the porcelain throne with him entering her ass at the same time. She felt the warmth spreading through her mid section. She took her time and made sure to get every square centimeter of skin at least twice. The sound of the razor scraping her skin, removing hair and the top layer of skin, turned her on. The after effect of the smooth skin that was so hyper-sensitive could be nothing but erotic! The moisture between her lips steadily increased. When her legs were finished, she stood, and examined the lower half. From her sparkly, freshly pedicured, "Come Fuck Me Red" toenail polish to her thighs was finished.
She turned on the shower and enjoyed the steamy warmth washing over her body. With the lathered shampoo in her hair, she went to work on her armpits, continuing down to her bikini line. He had been specific about her grooming and she followed his instructions with much care to get everything perfect for him. She was very turned on and after examining her handiwork, decided to reward herself. With his guidance and instruction, she had gotten better at self pleasure, but still had leaps and bounds to go! Nevertheless, she grabbed the dildo and lathered it with body scrub. After enjoying it in her pussy, she decided to get warmed up for what was to come. The tip trembled at her asshole just enough to send shivers through her body. With a solid push, just short of a thrust, she took the dildo into her ass. After practicing, she had realized that the second sphincter was the "spoiler" point. If the action was in front of or passed it, game on!! Bent at the waist, she pushed and twisted the cock to get used to the feeling. The trouble she had was being able to enjoy the feeling, think about what to do next, and envision an erotic scene that turned her on all simultaneously while trying to reach orgasm. Way too much work! Not enough skill, coordination, or rhythm. She withdrew the dildo, cleaned it, and rinsed her hair. Upon final rinse, she took the shower head down, found the pulsing stream, and rinsed her clit over and over, shot the stream into her cunt, and ended with it pulsing into her ass.
She dried off, fixed her hair, put on her bra, lingered and slowly put on the stockings while she enjoyed her supple legs, applied her makeup, put on her bedroom slippers, and grabbed the dress. She hoped he'd like it, but figured it wouldn't be on too long! Purse in hand, To Go Bag in the car, and shoes strapped onto the purse...she headed out the door.
He wanted a specific variety of underwear. She had a fascination with boxers, so she understood and complied. She pulled up to Cascade Mall, unsure where anything was except the movie theater. After finally finding a parking spot, she put on her shoes, grabbed her wallet, checked her makeup and headed to go shopping. This was not something she usually looked forward to, but today...she could feel eyes following her. She swayed when she walked in the heels. They changed how she felt, walked, stood, and acted. Power heels. Killer heels. And they didn't hurt like other cute shoes. What a score!!
She headed to the info board to find the store he recommended. After locating it, she headed down the corridor. Her heels clicked and she chuckled to herself. Then...the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. It was an odd sensation, not creepy, but not right right. She looked around the shop and saw only women milling about. She knew better, but brushed it off as nothing. After making her way to the undies, a beautiful twenty-something year old attendant asked if she could assist Chame. The feeling was back.
"I'm looking for..." as she fumbled with the shopping list, the attendant brushed against her shoulder to look at the list. Her eyebrows raised and a knowing smirk crossed her faced. Chame realized she was staring at the attendant. The young, Latino mixed attendant was grabbing this and that, turned over her shoulder, and nodded toward the dressing room. Still unsure of the little hairs that stood up, the closeness of this woman, and her knowledge of the list...Chame followed the beautiful gal into a large dressing room.
