It's been a very long day. Thank god it is almost over, I’m thinking to myself, as I prepare a relaxing scented bubble bath. I'll spend the entire weekend sunning myself and reading a good book down by the shore.
I turn off the tap and sink down into the hot bubbly water just as the phone rings.
"Hello."
A smooth deep voice says, "
I've been watching you.
"
"Who is this?"
Silence.
"Is this one my students?"
"
I know what you need.
"
"Ha, Ha, very funny, exactly what do you think I need."
"
Me
."
Silence stretches as electric tentacles of fear tingle up my spine.
"How dare you!"
"
I do. The question is do you dare.
"
"What do you mean?"
"
I'll give you what you need. At dusk follow Lakeside Drive, enter the cabin at the end of the path.
"
Click.
I put down the phone. What a Looney. To think I would do something so irresponsible, so…so dangerous! Its probably just one of my students pranking me. It would be just like a frat boy’s antics.
I slid down into my bath while trying to figure out which student it could be. As I'm sponging my breasts it occurs to me it could be Tom, with his sunny disposition and blond surfer boy good looks. It’s possible, and he's always cutting up and interrupting my class, incessantly flirting with the girls. And he's a frat boy after all.
Swirling my sponge lower, I think about the other young men in my classes. Maybe Brad in my second class, his eyes always have a twinkle in them, as if he's keeping an amusing joke to himself.
My soapy fingers slide down between my thighs, middle finger parting and rubbing my little clitty back and forth. Running up and down my gash.
Um, that feels
soooo good.
Chris, third period, now he's a cute one! Tall, green eyes, framed with dark brown lashes, you could get lost in those eyes, what wicked possibilities they seem to offer.
Mmmn, sigh, shiver.
I bring myself back to reality long enough to roll sideways and drag the sponge down my back and across my buttocks, thru my crack and slip my soapy index finger into my tiny rosebud. Pushing it in and sliding it back out, again and again, while dragging my middle finger across my clit and into my pussy. Faster and faster my fingers move as my body stiffens, my pussy clamps down, spasming over and over, my pretty pink toes curling from the sheer pleasure.
Unh, oh yes, YES!
Chris is definitely a possibility. He seems like such a wicked boy!
Me, Me, Me
, keeps whispering thru my mind as the day wears on.
No matter what I do, the voice tantalizes me, tickles my consciousness with fear, curiosity and arousal.
Arousal?
Yep! Its there, that spark of heat in my groin that's slowly fanning itself into a flame. By dusk it has become a litany in my head.
Me, Me, Me....
I've got to do it. I've got to go.
My curiosity almost appeased, my fear growing, I walk along the tree- lined path and enter the darkened cabin.
The light at the end of the hall beckons me toward the bedroom. Glowing candles illuminate a pine four-poster bed with red satin sheets, a table with a glass of liquid, a single red rose, and a note.
Written in a bold sweeping script it says, "
drink the wine. It'll help you relax.
"
Well, I could certainly use it, I thought.
Sipping the wine, I'm pondering why I'm desperate enough to be doing this. The word FEAR comes to mind. FEAR of being lonely, and of being alone for god only knows how much longer. Its been years, what if its years more. I can't exist like this anymore. My body is yearning, humming, stretched taut with the need to be stroked by a man.
The door creaks open. I jump and whirl around. He's there in the shadows, moving towards me with his hands outstretched.
"
Relax. I won't hurt you, please try to trust me. I can give you what you need.
"
His voice is so soothing, mellow.
As he approaches I can smell this wonderful aroma; a mixture of spices and a light earthy masculine musk that's invading and arousing my senses.
