Mr. D heard the shuffling of feet first and then the sliding of the drawer. He liked his new home especially feeling the sexy lingerie against him. It sure beat the box he called home for the last three months. He saw a small hand push the green panties aside and gently pick him up. He watched as the woman’s other hand picked up Mr. V and placed him next to him. He couldn’t see the woman’s face very well as she carried them both to a nightstand beside the bed. Her hands felt warm and sweaty. He could see her gray eyes staring down at them for few seconds, while she slowly unbuttoned her dark blue blouse. She turned, removed her blouse, slipped off her shoes and walked to the bathroom across the bedroom.
“Hey, who are you?” Mr. D asked.
“Well, I’ve been called many names. Lover, darlin’, sweet thing, but you can call me V or Mr. V,” Mr. V answered.
“Then I guess you can call me Mr. D or D for short.”
“It looks like she’s had another frustrating day,” Mr. V said letting out a mild groan.
“What are you talking about, Mr. D said, who is she?”
“She’s an average woman with a big sexual appetite and she’s about to wear me out. I sure wish she would find someone that wasn’t much of a jerk.
“I didn’t get a good look at her face, but from I could see from the rear she has a good looking body. So what is her problem?” Mr. D asked.
“The problem is some of the stupid guys she goes out with are just out for a good time or what they can get. This woman wants to be made love to, not just fucked.”
“Well I like her choice of sexy panties, but hey how do you know all this about her?”
“Well, I’ve been around here for just over 12 years. Her husband bought me in Hong Kong. I was her companion while he was at sea all the time.”
“Where is her husband anyway?”
“He was washed overboard during a typhoon almost 10 years ago.”
“Say for being over 12 years old, you don’t look in too bad a shape.”
“Well, she’s taken pretty good care of me. I’ve been kissed, licked, washed, petted, stroked, and just plain loved. In return I’ve given her the pleasure she wants and needs.
“So why am I here?” Mr. V asked.
“I guess I’m getting a little old and she wants something a bit bigger. You’re about 8-9 inches, are you?
“9 inches to be exact.”
“Plus she wants something she has more control over, I think, and not battery powered. I bet she’s gone through a couple of cases of batteries with me in the past 12 years.”
“Shhh… Mr. V said when he saw the woman walk back into the bedroom. They both watched as she unzipped her red skirt and slide it down her legs.
She looked at her reflection in the tall mirror as she folded the skirt and placed it on the chair. She turned side to side, lifting her salt and pepper short hair, admiring her mature reflection in the mirror. Her lavender bra, panties, and garter belt made her look sexy, despite the few extra pounds around her waist and stomach. The coffee colored nylons with the seam up the back made her legs look long and slender. She turned and looked over her shoulder and gave her best Betty Grable pose admiring her derriere and sexy legs.
“Mmm…she looks great,” Mr.D remarked.