It seems a bit strange, but you've promised me a surprise tonight and won't tell me anything more. You just walk around looking like the cat that ate the canary. I know it's a loaded situation, because you've said I would receive instructions before we left. So we sit here, acting like nothing wonderful is about to happen, nothing is going on, watching an old movie on t.v. We always did like Full Metal Jacket, but after that was over, you uncharacteristically chose a really romantic movie. I'm curled against you, my fingers playing on the inside of your thigh, absently. You stroke my hair gently.
As the movie credits run, you wordlessly hand me an envelope. "Wha'?" I start to say.
"Silence." This is the beloved Master tone of voice. I choke back the rest of my question and look at you. What a delight this past year has been. We've spent our first whole year together I feel like a teenager newly in love. Every day I can look into your sweet blue eyes, run my fingers through your hair, touch your sweet skin.
You look pointedly at the envelope. I glance at it and it's addressed to Gypsy. Ah! The game is afoot. Without speaking I look at you and raise my eyebrows questioningly. You nod. I tremble. The envelope succumbs to my assault, hands shaking as I fight my way past the glue. I pull out a single sheet of paper. It reads:
"Gypsy, your clothes are laid out. Bathe, shave yourself well, and prepare yourself for an evening out. We are going to dinner, and then to visit friends. M"
My pussy is in full drip now. I can feel the moisture as it seeps between my closed lips, the pressure of the incipient flood pushing the inner lips apart and oozing from me in drops. The tops of my thighs are now wet.
I look at you again and get your best Master look. I grin back and am rewarded for my dalliance with a swat on my ass. "Go!" You thunder. I spin on my heel and dash to the bath. Your words follow me. "You may play, but don't come."
As I move toward the bedroom, I am stripping off my t-shirt, my shorts, panties (hopping on one foot, bending to pick them up), and wrangle with the hooks to my bra. I toss the mess into the hamper and see surprisingly little on the bed.
In the bathroom, I adjust the water to a pleasantly hot stream, get in and, as is my habit, duck backward under the flow to wet my hair. I lather in ..... a lather. Conditioner. The conditioner seems to coat my body with a slippery invitation. I grab the sponge, apply soap and begin to scrub. The rough surface hits my nipples and they telegraph excitement to the center of me. Electric pulses seem to jolt through my clit. I pinch and pull at them, but they're so slippery it's hard to hold on. I'm enjoying the repeated pleasure thundering between my thighs.
Breaking off, thinking I shouldn't keep you waiting, I finish the soaping, grab the shower sprayer and rinse my body. It feels good on this soft setting, but I know it will feel better on a stingy setting, so pause to adjust to needle spray. It's like having a million little fingers battering on my erotic zones. And that seems to be everywhere the spray hits. A noise distracts me and I notice I am moaning, eyes shut, reveling in the sybaritic delight of this touch. Again, I shake my head and re-hang the nozzle.
More liquid soap on my hands this is the fun part. I slide both soap filled palms between my legs, relishing the sensitivity of the outer lips. Picking up the razor, I begin the painstaking job of removing all traces of hair. Much concentration is required for this stroke with razor, counter stroke with fingers. I can feel my clit getting harder as my fingers dance in its vicinity, pulling the skin tight. As the skin is pulled, my clit peeps out of its shelter begging me to ..... play. I ignore the summons, for now, and finish with the razor.
Now, I must check to be sure I am slick and sensitive. My fingers glide lightly over the bare skin of my outer lips, to my ass I check to be sure it's smooth, too. My pussy and ass spasm as my fingers find the rosette, and gently probe it. I know now that it is my voice that is moaning. I can feel the involuntary thrusting begin in my hips. I leave that tender spot, appropriately slick and aroused, and move forward, parting the outer lips to tease at the tender inner petals. GOD! It feels soooo good. My breathing accelerates, I can feel my heart pumping blood and it seems all to pool between my legs. My cunt spasms from its wanting. I slide the soap-slicked fingers in circles around my clit. I can feel the orgasm build in me. If I clench again, I'll come! OOOhh. I think I'm whimpering now.
"GYPSY!" Snatches me back to my world. My head snaps to the side and you stand there, lounging against the doorway. I swear I blush. Why, I don't know, but you certainly reminded me of your stricture and I almost blew it.
I quickly complete the rinsing and shut off the water. You turn and leave. I towel dry myself, still languishing in the almost-cum. I'll have to dry my pussy again before I leave the bathroom. Hair, subtle eye make-up, deep red lipstick I'm done in here. Dry the pussy. A splash of Chanel and I'm ready to dress.
