"Hello?" Linda answered her cell phone with a cheerful tone.
"Where are you, pet?" She smiled at Paul's blunt greeting. It was Saturday afternoon, and she knew that she could expect a call from her weekend master at any time. She shouldn't have been so surprised though, as it had been two weeks since he had taken her to that incredible party.
"Having lunch with a friend at Earls." She smiled at her female co-worker that she often went out with shopping and for casual lunches such as this one. They were in a semi-crowded, popular restaurant that was perhaps half full.
"Excuse yourself and go to the bathroom with your purse. I'll call back in one minute."
Linda smiled to herself then to her friend and she closed her cell phone, and politely excused herself. She hustled to the ladies washroom and waited impatiently inside. It was a warm day, and she had opted for a loose button up blouse and a short, black skirt with pumps. It was a simple look, but over her body it caught the eye of every man and most women she passed. The blouse was tucked neatly inside the tight waistband of her skirt, and unbuttoned to the point where her bra showed. Not that it needed to. She has chosen a black, lacey bra to wear under the semi-sheer fabric of the shirt, making the outline of her large breasts very evident. She toyed with her hem of her short skirt that stopped well above mid-thigh and waited for the expected ring.
"Hi, Master," she purred when she opened the phone again and placed it to her ear.
"Hello, pet," Paul's deep voice rumbled. "What are you wearing today?"
"Nothing special. Just a white blouse with a pushup bra, and short skirt, no panties." She giggled at that.
"Good, go into one of the stalls."
"Okay, Master," she said as she carefully closed and locked the door. Her heart started racing and her pussy was already tingling.
"Take the dildo out of your purse and place it somewhere close."
Linda smiled. She never went anywhere without her dildo. It was a flesh coloured, soft toy, about seven inches long and nicely rounded. It wasn't as large as Paul's, or some of the men she infrequently saw during the week, but it was what she would consider average. And she liked it very much. More than one occasion saw her at work in a very similar situation, all alone in the bathroom trying to feed her insatiable appetite. She pulled it out and placed it on the toilet paper dispenser.
"Okay, it's out."
"Unbottun your blouse. And unclasp your bra." Linda quickly pulled her blouse out and undid the remaining buttons. Another habit of hers was front clasping bras. She didn't own a single one that clasped at the back. She liked the freedom to be able to free her tits at a moment's notice. "Now, sit down and pull your skirt up over your waist as you do."
"Okay, Master," she purred as she dropped the seat cover down and sat ass naked on top of it.
"Roam your naked flesh with your free hand and describe to me what you are doing."
She smiled and rubbed her long nails against her cheek. "I'm starting with my smooth cheek, Master. I like the way my long, sharp nails drag against the soft skin. It gives me goose bumps, and makes me wet." She giggled and moaned slightly. "Now I'm dragging my nails down across my neck. You know sensitive my neck is. It makes my whole body burn to have the skin there teased like this. But I would rather have it nipped and licked and kissed. Mmmm. Now I'm moving my hand down over my chest onto to my left tit. I love my tits, Master. They're so big and sensitive. I love to have them groped and kneaded like I'm doing to it right now. I love how they are so much bigger than my hand and can be mauled so much. Mmmm. I'm rubbing my big, hard nipple with my thumb and forefinger. Feels so good. Ahhhh. I could do this all day and make myself cum and cum just from the touch. Mmmmm. Yessss, I could do this forever. It feels so good, Master, makes my cunt so wet. Ahhh, mmmm.
"Now I'm moving my hand down across my stomach. It's just the way I like it, flat and smooth. It's shapely and just soft enough to be feminine, not all ripped like some women do. I hate that look on a woman. A woman's body should be smooth and inviting." She giggled again. "My belly button is so ticklish, especially when I scratch my nail across and around it. Mmmm. Now, I'm finally moving my hand down even lower, over the tops of my legs and along my inner thighs. I would die if someone spent hours just adoring my legs and thighs. It feels so good to touch myself. Ooohh, Master, I wish you were here touching me right now.
