Author's note: The characters in this story are consenting adults with prearranged limits, safewords, and hand signals. Only truly safe sex can be truly kinky!
Dr. Kelly Rothstein stared at the box on her desk. It was a small box, no larger than a tin of biscuits, no more presuming than a paperweight, though its presence was far from innocent: it was a black velvet landmine with a red bow, set to trigger upon her return from lunch. The resulting explosion sent blood rushing to her cheeks and blew the wind from her lungs. No tag or note identified the giver, but Kelly knew who it was from, and why it was there.
Valentine's Day was not the most celebrated holiday in the Rothstein family. She and Harris marked its passing with the same blithe enthusiasm they reserved for St. Paddy's Day, only instead of green beer and corned beef they celebrated with flowers and tantric sex. Cards were exchanged, chocolates were eaten (sometimes off each other) but it was nothing they became overly excited for, and if February 14
th
came without a reservation or a gift, then so be it.
Except for this year, which seemed to be breaking all their norms. Kelly had been gently pulled from sleep by a series of soft kisses wrapping her face and neck. Her eyes opened to reveal a handsome, bearded face smiling down at her. "Good morning," Harris said, and before Kelly could respond his lips were on hers, and no other response seemed necessary.
The kiss was followed by several more that trailed down her body, his lips pausing only to nibble her nipples as they journeyed below her waist. Kelly sighed as he kissed the inside of her thighs, then moaned as he slipped his tongue into her.
As Harris ate his wife for breakfast his hands grazed her body, fingertips brushing lightly over her skin, soft and ever so ticklish. They found her breasts and began to knead, squeezing them hard as his mouth wrapped around her pussy, sucking her clit between his lips, and batting it with his tongue. Kelly moaned. Kelly screamed.
That had been this morning. Now, there was this box.
Only that wasn't all, because halfway through her shift he had shown up at the hospital with roses and a picnic basket. Ignoring the nurses' side-eye glances Kelly followed him to a small park next to her building where he proceeded to wine and dine her with the enthusiasm of a newlywed. Harris fed her compliments between pieces of sushi, never missing an opportunity to let his hand brush against her cheek or thigh. At one point it pressed against her chest, and she swatted him away, blushing furiously. He took her hand in his, intertwining their fingers.
"I want you so bad..." Harris whispered. "Give me one reason I shouldn't have you here in this park, your legs to the sky, pinned to the ground by my cock."
Kelly could think of several, all involving the prying eyes of random passersby, not to mention her place of work being close enough to spit on. She smiled. "Maybe if we were in the backyard..."
Harris smiled back and squeezed her hand. "Not to worry. I have something else in store for you."
"Really? Like what?"
"You'll find out. Sooner than you know."
She had not understood what he had meant. Now, she did.
As she approached the desk she wondered when he had snuck into her office. Before the picnic? After? How had he done it without her noticing? Not that it mattered - the only thing that mattered anymore was the box waiting for her on her desk.
Kelly's hands trembled as she reached for the bow. Whatever was inside would be surely be devious, and dirty. Images of vibrators and butt plugs danced through her head, accompanied by instructions telling her to take them to the bathroom, put them inside herself, turn them on, and keep them in until she came. Heart racing, hands shaking, she undid the bow and pulled open the box.
Kelly let loose a sigh. There
was
a note, but nothing more. Apart from a single sheet of paper, the box was empty. Part of her was relieved there was nothing scandalous in the box. Another part of her, the same part that wanted to be fucked at lunch, was disappointed.
Then she read the note.
'Hello darling,
Since I couldn't play with you in the park, I want to get you good and ready for when I
can
play with you. You don't need to be naked (yet) but let's start heading in that direction. Remove either your panties or your bra, and place them in the box. The rest of your clothes can stay on...though I'll imagine you naked in that hospital nonetheless.
Love,
Harris
P.S. A happy reward awaits you if you if you take off both.'
Oh, god.
Kelly bit her lip. His quip about being naked at the hospital harkened back to her med-school days, when she would examine Harris wearing nothing but a stethoscope. She thought of what it would be like to do so now: walking down the halls with staff staring at her boobs, nipples erect like little flags announcing her arousal; entering an exam room to the great surprise of her patients, who would be delighted to find that they were not the only ones dressed down for the examination.
It would be impossible to take their blood pressure
... She thought of where she might wrap the blood-pressure cuff on her more excited male patients. It gave her a good laugh.
Now to the question of bra or panties, bra or panties...or both? Whatever reward Harris had in mind was sure to be worth the sensation of her scrubs rubbing both her nipples
and
her vagina. But the stimulation might prove too distracting, and this was a job that required a clear head.
She mulled it over as she made her way to the bathroom. When she pulled down her pants to pee, the answer seemed obvious. It was a simple matter of sliding her ankles from her panties and placing them in her pocket, and suddenly she found herself going commando, an undercover sexual operative deep behind enemy lines...
The walk back to her office was torture. Though she wore pants, the feeling of air on her pussy made it seem like nothing covered her lower half. A nurse smiled at her - did he know? Could he tell by the red in her cheeks and the rise of her breath that her pussy was out in the open?
Kelly shook her head. She was being ridiculous. This was no different than when she might throw on a pair of leggings to run to the store.
Get a grip, woman
, she told herself.
It's not like you're actually naked.
She closed the office door behind her. The panties went into the box, as instructed, and she tried to put them out of her mind.
She was mostly successful. The rest of the day went sooth enough: she saw patients, filled out paperwork, did everything a good doctor was supposed to, only she did it all without panties, and that knowledge kept her on a certain kind of edge that she normally rode on lazy Sundays when her outfit was nothing more than boy shorts and a baggy t-shirt. The thought that she could be so easily exposed, that only a single layer of fabric kept her away from bottomless embarrassment (coupled with said fabric rubbing nonstop on her vagina) kept her more than a little aroused through the rest of the day.
By the time she left the hospital, she was dripping with desire. Before leaving she had to check to make sure she wasn't leaving a wet spot on her chair. Box in hand, she made her way to the elevators, where she ran into Eliza, a fellow doctor, and a friend. As they rode the elevator down, Eliza nodded at the box, and asked, "Is that from Harris?"
"Yes," said Kelly. Eliza couldn't fail to notice the blush that rose to her cheeks. She smiled. "Anything fun planned for this evening?" Kelly's blush deepened, and Eliza laughed. "Nevermind, you don't have to tell me. Whatever's in that box must be quite exciting."
Now it was Kelly's turn to laugh. "It certainly is," she said.
Finally, after a torturous walk through the lobby, across the street, and through parking garage, Kelly made it to her car. She collapsed into the driver's seat, closed her eyes, and let loose a heavy sigh. Her pussy was on fire. Without thinking she reached a hand down her pants and began gently stroking it, trying to quell the flames but only succeeding in making them hotter.
Kelly pulled out her hand, lest she bring herself to orgasm right in the parking lot. Her fingers glistened, and a quick sniff confirmed just how horny she had become. A serious fuck lay in her future. She was going to wrap her legs around Harris, and not let him go until she had wrung every last drop of cum from his balls. She glanced towards the passenger seat, wishing he was there...and saw a second box sitting in his place.
A tiny gasp escaped her lips. There was a
second
box? Would there be a third? A fourth? How many boxes would she encounter? Would she have to take off more clothes, stripping her naked as she made her way home, or were there other tasks in store?
Her excitement refused to let her savor the mystery. She plucked the box from the passenger seat. A muffled clinking came from inside, and she felt something shake within. It seemed
this
particular box was not empty. Kelly ripped away the wrapping as if it was her clothes, pulling off the top as she would her bra. Her jaw dropped. Her eyes went wide.
Nestled in a velvet imprint was a small stainless steel butt plug, with a small, heart shaped ruby mounted in its base. It was enough to make her own heart swell, but what made it burst was the accompanying piece: a set of nipple clamps whose long, thin pincers were lined with rows of tiny sapphires, with two small diamonds placed in their center. Its chain looped around the plug in the shape of a heart.
Kelly was stunned. It was a royal gift, one of a caliber she had not expected. Harris was not in the habit of gifting jewelry, so the fact that he had gone out of this way on this occasion... The gesture brought tears to her eyes. There was thought in this. He had wanted it to
mean
something, and in that he had succeeded. The pieces were lovely, true keepsakes she would keep the rest of her life.
And it was supposed to go in her
ass
.
A small giggle escaped her, which led to a full-blown gale of laughter as she remembered the
purpose
of the toys: to make her wet and help her cum. One for her titties, another for her bum. All that was missing was something for her pussy, though she suspected that would get a box of its own before all this was through.
She looked for a note and found it sticking from the top of the box.
