As much fun as I was having fun exploring other people and getting to know my own body, there was one thing I wanted to try more than anything else, his cock. Having become much more confident in my own skin and aware of what turns me on, I decided that it was about time I tried to get on his rota of fuck buddies.
I was so turned on by the idea of having him when we were both around, but equally knowing we were both getting pleasure elsewhere when we weren't. His birthday was coming up, and after months of sexting and virtual fun, it seemed like the perfect time to offer me to him.
The weekend before his birthday, I tidied up my house, sorted out my toys, and made sure I was ready for play. I shaved my body, painted my nails, and made sure I had several sets of lingerie prepared for action. I was so horny at the idea of giving him this present that I could barely think of anything else all weekend.
I didn't know what - or who - he had planned for his actual birthday, so I'd decided to give him my gift Monday night after all his meetings. Hmmm, that raised a good point, how was I going to give him the present? I was naturally quite shy, and even with my newfound confidence asking him directly to come back to mine for a night of fun seemed a step I may struggle with.
So what were the other options? After a bit of thought, it seemed obvious. What if I made him a series of sexy photos, which made the offer for me? That way, I could send them throughout the day, hoping he'd see them during breaks from his meetings. I figured either he'd reply and be interested, or it would be easier to deal with his rejection from afar.
So I set about making the photos; I tied myself up, highlighting my breasts, and got a piece of ribbon as a collar/bow for the gift. I made a couple of signs, making it clear I was offering myself as his birthday gift. The first photo just had me tied up, cuffed to my bed, with a note over my stomach that said happy early birthday.
The following photo was a photo of me in a mask, sucking a dildo, on my knees, hands tied behind my back. A sign next to me said - your present. I wondered if maybe he'd think I meant the photos, so I thought I may need to be more explicit. Photo three I put on my favourite peek-a-boo lingerie set and held up a sign that read.
"Yours for tonight, ANY way, ANY thing you want. Happy Birthday xx."
The last photo was a close-up shot of my pussy, filled with a dildo and a sign that said, "this should be you".
Ok, photos were ready, I was ready, the house was ready, roll on Monday morning.
The following day I was ready. He texted quite early; clearly, he'd arrived for his meetings and was bored. I hadn't got up yet, but couldn't help but grab my wand and place it over my clit as I messaged him. I was so nervous and so hot about what was about to happen. I got up and showered, waited for a little and sent the first photo.
I sat nervously with a cup of tea. An hour later, I sent the next, still nothing. An hour after that, I opened the app to send the third, and I could see the messages had been read, but no reply. The butterflies in my stomach went crazy; my rational brain was trying to reassure me he was in meetings. It meant nothing, but the other part of my brain was adamant he was horrified and trying to find an excellent way to say fuck off.
I don't know why, and in hindsight, probably not my sanest move, but after my slight panic, I sent the third message anyway. I then went on with some work and decided to try and put it out of my mind until the evening when he was free to get in touch. It felt like days waiting!
Just after 3.30pm, I got a notification he'd sent a message. I panicked but opened the message anyway, and I burst out laughing at the content.
"Ha! Fucking Hell, I thought you'd never ask."
I think that was when I realised it wasn't so much a case of wanting him to take me as I'd belonged to him the whole time. After all, he was the one encouraging me to play and explore with others and then keen to hear all about it. No matter what happened, I always ended up back sexting with him, wanting him, wanting him to take me. Now it was going to happen!
So I sent the 4th photo and my address and tried to concentrate for a couple of hours while he finished his meetings. I was so horny; I was desperate to play but wanted to wait for him. When he texted, he was on his way. I felt a tiny bit of nerves, but mostly anticipation. I put on my peek-a-boo lingerie set and a robe and waited in the living room.
As his car pulled up, I went to open the door. His eyes didn't leave me as he stepped inside. His cheeky smile almost masking a slightly nervous look. Something about knowing he was excited and nervous helped my confidence. As I locked the door, I turned around and walked towards him. I put my hands around him for a hug, and he held me tight. I lifted my head up and kissed his cheek.
This was the closest I'd physically been to him, and my body was aching for him so much I could barely contain my desire. As we kissed, I slowly undid my robe and let it fell to the floor. His hands exploring my body as we moved to the sofa. I ended up straddling him, my breasts in front of his face. Enjoying being on top. His naughty smile encouraging my bad behaviour.
It felt like we'd only been there a couple of minutes before he asked to use the shower. I was a bit confused but figured he had been in meetings all day, and maybe this was just how he relaxed. I got up, took his hand and led him to the bathroom. Leaving him and going to wait in the bedroom next door.
After a short time, the bathroom door opened, and out he walked in a towel. I saw him looking around, and he saw me sat on the bed. He walked over, and as he entered my room, he saw all the toys on one of the bedside cabinets. He dropped the towel, and instinctively I stared at his stiff cock. He laughed at my unsubtle change of focus.