Me: Not really, but if I stay up any later I'll just sleep in too late tomorrow.
There was a momentary delay, and then the next thing I got from Anya was a video message. She was in bed like she had said. Her blonde hair was spilled upward across her pillow as she held the phone beside herself and turned her head to look into the camera. I could tell she was wearing her favorite silky pajamas, as the blue color and white trim were very memorable. Anya reached up with one hand, and popped one of the buttons on the top of her pajamas. Then she undid another, this time at the bottom causing the top to sag down off her stomach. It held on by one more button, which Anya undid as she moved the camera above herself. The button fell open, revealing the center of her chest all the way down, and teasing her tits but not outright showing them.
Anya: I'll tuck you in...
Me: I'm obviously not sleeping if I see that...
There was another delay, and then I received a second file. This time, Anya had kicked the sheets off her legs to reveal the blue silk pajama pants that were part of the set. From where she was holding the camera all I could see was her thighs. Then as the video started, Anya began to shift in place. The camera panned up slightly until I saw the top of her pajama pants. Then, her other hand came into the shot as it pushed her pants down off her hips. She worked them down one side, and then the other, revealing her hipbones, and then the smooth mound above her pussy (even if I couldn't see the rest of it), and then her thighs. Anya lifted one leg out of them, and then pushed them off of the other. Then she slid one foot up her calf.
Me: You're killing me.
Anya answered with a third video. The camera was beside her again. I could tell she was naked, but she had pulled the sheet up to cover most of her body. Then she panned down, and revealed that the sheet was pulled up between her legs and over her chest. One leg was on top of the sheet, which meant that the outline of her nude body was visible all the way up. Anya smiled into the camera as she laid her head back on the pillow.
Anya: I wanted to give you something to dream about...
Me: I miss you. Like a lot.
Anya: I miss you too.
And then Anya sent one more video of her blowing a kiss to the camera.
Those were the kind of things that I craved, but also made me more lonely at the same time. I told myself it was just the way things were going to be for a while, and that eventually things would turn around and they would all start arriving on my doorstep again. But as the summer dragged on, I began to get discouraged. I pushed myself more into my routine, and did my best to try to stay positive, but there was a period where I started to lose it. It was starting to feel like the heyday of the Lodge was over. How long would all these ladies continue to keep in contact when all we could be was internet friends? I started to become worried that I would drift away from them one at a time, and found myself becoming slightly depressed.
And then one day at random, Anya showed up on my doorstep.
It was a typical day, specifically a Tuesday. I had done my full morning routine. Up, breakfast, workout, shower, start working on projects. I was putting the finishing touches on one of the new rooms, mounting some shelves in the "massage" room and putting a few odds and ends on them. Compared to the previous work I'd been doing in that room, it was a breeze. I was stocking the cupboard I had installed with things like massage oils, candles, sheets to lay on the massage table, etc. While I was both doing this and in the middle of a daydream, I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. I thought it was a text at first, but then it quickly vibrated again, faster than it would if someone was calling me. I fished it from my pocket and checked the screen.
Security alert: Front Gate.
I clicked the app and opened it to review the footage it had captured when the alert was triggered. It would not be the first time something from nature had wandered down the driveway, but as I opened it and reviewed the snippet of video that triggered the alert, I saw it was a car. One that I didn't recognize.
Security alert: Front Door.
I watched as the car parked to the side of the driveway, right next to the path that leads to the front door. The door was always locked of course, but I was still uneasy about someone pulling up to my house unannounced. Then the door opened, and from the angle the camera was at, I saw a wonderfully pale, lithe leg emerge from the car. Then I saw a head of blonde hair, and turn so it was facing the camera. Anya turned her head upward to reveal her face, and stared at it as she started to walk toward the door, slamming her car door shut behind her.
I bolted from the room I was in, weaving my way through the basement and up the stairs. The door to the basement was open, so I quickly emerged back onto the main floor underneath the main staircase in the foyer. I turned and rounded the corner, running into the wide open space. As soon as the doorway was visible to me, the front door opened (Anya knew the code). I stopped dead in my tracks beside the staircase. Anya stopped too, holding one hand on the doorknob and looking inside the house at me.
There was a moment of silence where we both just stared at each other, and then I bolted forward with all the excitement one would expect after not seeing someone for almost 7 months. Anya moved too, throwing the front door shut behind her and giddily striding toward me. She was wearing a floral sundress that wafted up as she started running, flashing those legs at me with every step in the black flats she wore. Aside from that, all I saw was a look of sheer joy on Anya's face as she came forward, grinning from ear to ear as her hair bounced behind her.
Anya and I crashed into each other harder than probably either of us expected. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders as mine went around her waist, although this did not turn into a hug. After the initial thump of our bodies coming together, Anya's lips came to mine with an urgency that was bordering on distressingly serious. We held onto that first hard kiss, both of our arms clamping around the other too tightly to do anything else but stand there.
When the kiss was finally broken, it simply turned into a series of equally needed, faster kisses. Anya gave a quiet whimper as her hands moved to my face. She held my head in place and went up onto her toes so she could pull herself into me harder. Her lips locked onto mine, and then pulled away only long enough to start another kiss. When I pushed my tongue into her mouth and felt her waiting tongue, Anya gave another quiet moan. Meanwhile, my head was swimming. I hadn't seen or felt Anya in person in so long, but the second I took a breath around her it all came flooding back. The second Anya's perfumed scent entered my nostrils, I went into overdrive.
My hands began to paw at her. I wasn't even thinking. It was like a reflex. I felt from her hips to her ass, grabbing and feeling it several times. Then my hands slid down and felt the backs of her thighs as they tightened from Anya's stance. Having Anya's legs in my hands again felt too good to be true. It was like a dream and I was sure I would wake up angry it wasn't real, but in the moment I didn't care. My hands gripped the back of Anya's thighs where they met her ass, and I hoisted her up into me.
"Oh god yes..." Anya said with a desperation in her voice that I'd never heard before.
We started kissing again as Anya wrapped her legs around me. I kept my hands on her thighs and continued kissing, but tried to quickly formulate what to do next. Carry her upstairs? Into the lounge behind us? Or into the library off the side of the foyer? Anya's legs tightened around me, and I knew that there wasn't time for any of that. I began to lower myself down, kneeling one leg down onto the rug that ran the length of the foyer. I got down on my knees the rest of the way and then slowly bent forward, laying Anya down on the rug.
Anya sank down, but didn't change her position in the slightest. Her legs stayed locked around me, and her arms pulled me down on top of her until I was pressing against her again. Kisses stayed hard, and fast. Anya's tongue only slowed down once, and it was when she instead found my bottom lip with her teeth and lightly clamped down onto it. She moaned quietly as she held it, and then began to pull at my shirt. The t-shirt I was wearing slipped over my head as Anya released my lip, and then tossed the shirt aside. Her hands then went to my pants, undoing my belt and opening them without hesitation or the slightest hint of a tease.
