Many thanks to all those who have helped with this story line. This is a first attempt for me to write from this perspective.
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I looked up at the clock and was surprised to see that it was almost five. I hurried to get ready I had to be ready by six. I hopped into the shower, the hot water working the stiffness out of my muscles. I could feel the tension easing away. I worked up a good lather and started to wash. The heat of the water and the rubbing of the cloth cushy, the smell of the special soap I had bought was taking their toll on my senses. I could feel myself getting excited. The effect on my senses and the thought of what was to occur later started my mind working and my body to respond, even thought I had not touched myself. I could feel my juices starting to flow as I inched my fingers down and started to rub my slit softly. I hear myself moan as I start that exquisite slow climb of lustfulness I have been taught to enjoy so well. I could feel my fingers working back and forth as I slipped my other hand down and inserted three fingers into my hot wet tunnel.
My knees started to buckle as I began fingering myself. Erotic thoughts running through my mind. Flashes of breasts, nipples, and thighs. A wonderful shaved slit waiting my oral ministering. The sounds of passion and lust fill my mind, which in fact were my own sounds I felt myself climax. My juices running down my legs mixing with the water from the shower. I quickly finished my shower, feeling that my lust had been put on hold for a time, knowing that I still wanted to achieve another release. Drying I studied myself in the mirror. I was thirty years old and still looked as if I was only in my early twenties. My breasts sat high on my chest, full and tight, nipples perky and pink.
My waist was a bit thick, but still small. My hips flaring out to a nice thirty-four, just enough to make my jeans look good when I wore them. My long red hair still thick and deep red piled on top of my head just like I had been told to wear it. I pulled on the black thong and the black lace bra. I went to the closet and pulled out the short red and black mini that I had been told to wear. After I put it on I slipped the open toe sandals on my feet, strapping then around my legs. I looked again in the mirror. I was ready, almost. I went to the locked drawer in my dressing table and took out the black collar I had there. Looking at it I ran my hand over the silky outer side and the smooth leather inside. I reached up and fastened it around my neck. Taking out the leash I looked at the clock five minutes left. I sprayed myself with Tropical Rain body spray and hurried downstairs. I knelt in the foyer, on a small fur rug, my head down waiting for the door to open and for my master to come home. I heard the car pulling in, raising my hands up, leash resting in my palms I smiled remembering how all of this started.
I had always been in total and complete control my entire life. All through high school I had set goals for myself and made sure they were reached. I graduated valedictorian of my class and then off to college where I majored in business. My goal was to be running my own company before I was thirty-five. I achieved that goal before I was thirty. I spent sixteen hours a day working and the other eight sleeping or thinking about what I need to get done. I was not one to wait on others I just went ahead and did what I thought needed to be done and it paid off big time. On my twenty-eighth birthday I was promoted to the position of President of INTERNET INTEREST Inc. a multi-billion dollar corporation with interests in most major free countries. I was also the first woman as well as the youngest president the company had ever had. I started in with gusto, putting everything else in my life on hold. Granted I did not own the company but I was the president and I ran the company answering only to the Board of Directors who had hired me for my "brass balls" more than anything else.
They also knew that in hiring me they had a better chance of keeping up with the competition as well as being able to sprint out ahead in R&D.
I had been running the company for a couple of years now. Market share was up and NASDAQ had us in the top ten of new or expanded growth companies. We were paying high returns to the stockholders and all seemed well. It was only then that I decided to take a much-needed vacation. I arranged for my calendar to be cleared for the next week and I made reservations at this quaint little inn in Maine. I finished off what had to be done and I headed for the company-parking complex. There in it usual space was the company car I had been given two years earlier. I do not believe it had more than a thousand miles on it for any given year. The most it had been driven was to the shop and back for oil changes and check-ups. I opened the door of the Mercedes SLK convertible. It was freshly washed and gleaming as I pulled out into the sunshine and headed north. I set the cruse control, cranked up the stereo and just let the time pass as I headed to my quiet retreat for a week of relaxation and renewal. The miles just seemed to fly by as I went through Connecticut and New Hampshire. Before it was fully dark I pulled in the drive of the inn. Grabbing my bag and laptop I went in and registered, asking about messages. I had just finished, grabbed my bag again and was turning to go to my room when I ran right into a brick wall. Well it felt like a brick wall. I looked down and saw a pair of expensive Italian made shoes. I stepped back and slowly looked up from those shoes past the gold buckle of the belt, the silk shirt and into the most heart stopping set of blue eyes that I had ever seen.
"Please excuse me," he said, " I was not watching where I was going." He took a long minute to check me out before continuing. "Maybe it was for the best that I did not pay any attention." His eyes bright as a soft smile took over his lips.
"Well it may have been my fault as well," I said, " I was not paying any attention. My mind was in another world, and maybe another time."
"Perhaps so, but a lady as lovely as yourself should not apologize, at least not without reason."
Flashing me another smile he turned and just walked away, not knowing the impression he had made on me or the fact that his smile and those blue eyes were now a permanent part of my memories. I gathered up my things and continued to my room where I started a hot bath as I put away my clothes. Slipping out of my traveling clothes I stepped into the tub, the heat of the water taking away my breath for just a minute. I sat on the edge of the tub, my mind trying to focus on work but finding itself distracted by blue eyes and a smile. I slid into the hot water feeling it as it covered my legs, hips and lower back. Gentle warmth spread through me centering in my vagina. I reached down and stroked my labia, playing my fingers against it softly. Since my promotion I have put everything except for business on a back burner. I have not been with a man in over two years. I only pleasured myself when the urge became too strong to ignore and now was going to be one of those times. I slipped two fingers into my wet slit and started to stroke in and out as I played with my clit, rubbing first one way and then the other. The heat of the water and the heat I was generating were pushing me closer and closer to the edge. That was one thing about masturbation, you can get the most pleasure in the shortest amount of time. I continued to stroke and finger myself faster and faster. I was just about to climax when I hear a knock at the door. I tried to ignore it but it continued, louder. I got out of the tub and walked towards the door wrapping a towel around myself.
"Damn," I thought, "so close." I was still aching for some sort of release. I could feel the wetness still there, the heat of my lust unquenched.
I yanked open the door ready to raise all sorts of hell with who ever was standing there only to find a box wrapped in gold ribbon sitting in front of my door. I looked up and down the hall and saw no one. Picking up the box I put it on the bed and opened it up. Reaching inside I pulled out a gold chenille gown. I laid it out on the bed and took out a pair of open toed sandals, the kind that lace up the calf. Also a letter simply addressed Diane. I opened the letter and all it said was:
"Meet me for dinner at 7 p.m. be sure to wear your gift."
I did not know who had sent this to me, and I was not sure that I wanted to know. (I already knew I just did not want to admit it to myself.) I looked at the dress and the sandals then at my watch. It was 5:30. I still had plenty of time to get ready if I wanted to meet my secret dinner companion. I went ahead and decided to go. I spent the next hour getting ready. I shaved my legs and trimmed my pubic hair, leaving that little tuff that I like so much. I did my hair after donning a pair of white thongs I slipped into the dress. Yes I was right, there was no way I could wear a bra with this dress. I put on the sandals and laced them up my calves. I stood in front of the mirror and admired the way I looked. The dress hung just right to show off all my curves. The back and front both had deep dips and there was a slit up the right side almost to my hip. Twin straps held the dress on my shoulders straps so small they almost disappeared.
"Well" I said to myself as I looked at the woman who was staring back at me, "you wanted to have some fun on this vacation and here is the perfect chance for you to do that."
I headed out the door for my dinner date with the mysterious stranger. I strolled into the restaurant and looked around. I finally caught the face I was looking for and as he turned his head towards me his eyes just seemed to look into my heart and soul. I smiled as he stood and motioned me to join him. I slid into the booth making sure he knew I knew that he had sent the gift. No we did not say a word just an exchange of knowledgeable glances did the job with no problem.
