Amy felt the buzz on her hip. She put down the steak, leaned on her shopping cart and pulled her cell phone from its belt clip. She curled a loose lock of hair around her ear as she glanced at the small phone. Text from Him. Her heart skipped a beat and she flipped it open quickly.
HIM: A, new toys arrived. Come over at 9.
Amy smiled broadly and hit the reply. Her thumb danced across the keypad, the auto spell feature working with her for once, and she smiled at her message.
New toys? Nice. See you then. Bring anything?
She hit send and watched the little animation cycle before holstering her phone. It was barely three in the afternoon, but there was so much to do. Amy put the steak in her basket and then strolled down the aisle toward the produce area. A small bag of snow peas and ginger later, she was ready to check out. Unfortunately for Amy, the supermarket had miss-scheduled, and even the "express lane" was backed up.
Or perhaps it was fortunate after all. Her cell buzzed again.
HIM: Besides yourself?
An airy giggle escaped Amy as she read. Before she could reply another text message arrived.
HIM: Wear the gloves.
And he answered as the question formed in her mind.
HIM: Yes, the stockings too.
Amy laughed loudly, and some of the other people in the line cast an odd glance at her. She pointed at her phone and then they either nodded in response or rolled their eyes. Soon Amy was finally free of the store and on her way home. It was a short drive, and her mind already drifted into possibilities: delicious, naughty, desperate possibilities. He was deviously secretive about the new toys, so the skies were the limit. Her breath quickened as her arousal grew. With the requests of her long, over the elbow, gloves and matching stockings, Amy knew he was planning a long and sensuous evening. Amy closed her knees slightly as she drove. Her center warmed and her sex began to moisten. Amy brushed her curly black hair out of her eyes and curled her lip under her teeth.
Amy hurriedly put the groceries away and walked toward the bathroom, stripping off her mundane outer ware. She ran a hot bath, lighting several candles that perpetually surround the tub before adding her homemade sandalwood bubble bath. She slid into the tub and let the steamy water and the frothy bubbles slowly envelope her. A long sigh escaped her lips as she relaxed into the water. She ran her hands along her curvaceous body and caressed her skin. Her hands fell quickly between her legs and she began to toy and tease her sex under the surface. Amy coaxed her sensitive nub from under its hood and played with it, lost in her imaginings. She felt the heat of his breath on her, the roughness of his hands, the manly spice of his scent filled her memory, and she let out a shuddering sigh as she teased her self into a hard climax. The water shook and rolled against her breasts as she writhed in the tub. Another wave of pleasure pulsed through her and soon she simply relaxed in the hot water, purring out a long sigh.
Amy pulled herself out of the tub, dried off, wrapped herself in a fluffy bathrobe and ate a light supper. She then went to her room and pulled her cocktail gloves and matching black stockings from their special place. Amy stretched out her legs, rolling the stockings up past her knees and tying the playful black ribbon against her hamstrings. The top of the stockings wrapped enticingly around her thighs. Amy slipped her feet into a pair of stiletto heel lace up ankle boots and then pulled the long, cocktail gloves up her arms. She stood and looked into a full length mirror.
Amy smiled and took a couple of provocative poses. She suddenly furrowed her brow and decided something was missing. The young woman went to her jewelry box and took out a simple black velvet choker and wrapped it around her throat. She looked at herself in the mirror again and smiled.
"Perfect," she said.
Amy strode out her room and grabbed her long coat, wrapping it around her mostly naked body, and grinned wickedly. She slipped out of her house and into her car, ready to surprise Him.
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Amy knocked on His door at eight fifty-five, rapping out a silly little beat. She pulled her coat around her and her more sensible side berated her for not putting on anything underneath the coat to ward off the chill of the November evening. But her playful side won out, again, and she waited for the door to open. He lived in a modest house on a large, tree filled property with several out buildings that he continually tinkered with.
He answered the door wearing a black turtleneck sweater, accentuating his broad shoulders, and his well cut blue jeans, accentuating the rest of his long, angular body. He smiled, and his sea-green eyes locked on Amy's. "Come in," he said in a warm baritone.
"Thank you," Amy cooed as she slinked past him.
She shrugged her coat from her shoulders revealing her naked body, not really caring he hadn't closed the door yet, and kissed his lips. The bristles of his well cared for moustache and goatee brushed on her flesh, and Amy savored the sensation. They rolled together, and the door closed from their embrace. She leaned against him and he against the door as their kiss deepened. Their mouths opened, and they breathed each other's passion. Her arms wrapped about his neck, and his hands wandered down her back, cupping over her firm rear.
Wicked grins spread across their faces as they finally broke the kiss.
"Eager, aren't we?" he teased.
Amy purred sultrily, "Maybe a little."
She took his rough hands in hers and placed them over her breasts. "So, what about these new toys?"
He put his index finger to her lips and grinned, "All in good time."
Amy pouted playfully and coyly folded her hands behind her back. He gave her nipples a firm squeeze before sliding around her. He leaned in, wrapped his arms about her torso, held her breasts in his hands, and whispered in her ear, "I want it to be a surprise."
Amy cooed and her knees closed slightly, trying to contain her warmth. Her eyes reflexively closed as he caressed her body. He kissed her neck and dropped his hands from her breasts, sliding them down her sides. "Oh," she droned in a long sigh, losing herself in his caresses, "surprise me."
He answered in a soft, dangerous whisper, "I intend to."
His hands left her body, and then covered her eyes. She felt the pressure of his hands, but a cool silk in place of his usually rough fingertips. Amy instantly realized she was being blindfolded and bit her lower lip in an effort to keep still. Her body trembled in arousal as the black, she knew it just had to be black, silk scarf wrapped around her head, completely closing off her vision. Her thighs rubbed together, desperately trying to hide the shiny moisture seeping out of her hot sex and a long throaty coo rolled out of her.
He stepped away, leaving her lost in her own arousal. Amy stood motionless, her hands folding at the small of her back, and she leaned her head back slightly. He narrowed his eyes and enjoyed the rise and fall of Amy's breasts with each quickening breath.
