The following story is purely a work of fiction, and is intended for adults only. If you are a minor, click the BACK button on your browser now. The names in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to anybody is purely coincidental and unintentional. With that said, enjoy the story!
Sandy Taylor awoke from a deep sleep. It was 7:30 AM on a Saturday morning when she realised that she had the day off.
Sandy was a 5 foot 7 Brunette, skinny, with measurements of 36-24-38DD.
As she always slept naked, she got out of bed and jumped into the shower. Feeling the water stimulate her nipples into an erect state, she moaned slightly and pinched each one. Removing the showerhead from the wall, she lay down and turned the dial to ‘massage’ Letting the water pulsate onto her naked body, her left hand crept slightly to the south to her smooth, shaven womanhood. She was horny as hell.
“No,” she said to herself, “not right now.”
She washed her hair, and got out. As she began to dry her hair, the phone rang.
“Fuck! Who could that be at this time of the day?”
The call display read 555-2425, Sandy’s work, The Eager Beaver. She had been the bar’s number one stripper for 3 years running. “I’ll be damned if I am going to pick up that phone. Frank’s just going to want me to come into work this morning, and I’m not doing it today.” she thought to herself.
Sandy went downstairs and had breakfast. Bacon and eggs, her favourite.
After she did her dishes, she picked up the phone and called her friend, David Andrews.. “Dave! I’m horny, and I need your services. Can you come by and fulfill my desires? When? When do you think? RIGHT NOW! Great! See you soon honey!” She hung up the phone and ran upstairs to put on her sluttiest outfit, a green nightie with her crotchless panties and nipple holes cut out. She also grabbed her 9' vibrator, which met her needs when Dave, her sex slave, was not around.
Running downstairs half naked, she unbolted her door, and headed for the living room.