As the darkness of the blindfold still envelops her lying on the bed naked. He had been gone from the room for only a short time, yet because of her body still on an orgasmic high, time creeps slowly by. Small exquisite shudders and spasms still flow through her as she reaches up to remove what covered her eyes. As her sight adjusted she saw that the blinds to the room were wide open. At first it was a start, but realizing that being on the seventh floor kept any prying eyes away.
So with that she eased off the bed. Her legs still wobbly as she surveyed the room. She expected the robe and towels to be scattered about, but they were neatly laying across the back of the chair her clothes were on, well her thin shorts and sweatshirt. Something caught her eye. It was a daisy on her sweatshirt. She loved daisies. What made him get her that. Not really a sensual flower like a rose, more of a kind happy thoughtful one.
She slips on her shorts, the nylon inner panty feels nice against her very sensitive sex. The sweatshirt feels like a warm hug. Looking at the scarf, she sniffs it and it smells like how he did when he walked in. They smell if ever so powerful, and this was no exception. Her wet mound was very noticeable, along with her nipples trying to cut the fabric of the hoodie.
As she drove home, the thoughts of the encounter worked through her head and body. Passing a big box hardware store made the memory of the showerhead come front and center. Making a mental note to go shopping for one.
The next morning was the usual routine, but with a slight change, a wake up round of masturbation. When she went to bed she was very satisfied, yet if he was there her lust would have left her open to let him do anything he desired.
The usual Sunday routines start to swing. Calls from friends for breakfast plans hammered out. Breakfast was very enjoyable. Good friends and relaxing drinks are a wonderful combination. The server comes by with a tray of vases of single daisies and places one on the table. In a flash all of the erotic escapades flashed through her mind and landed right in her sex, turning her into ball of wet horny thoughts. Because of that her normal slightly inappropriate mind went on overdrive. Things being said kept peaking her interest or making her sexually self conscious. The last straw was talk about the party on Friday night. When everyone started talking about the spooky shot, or how some of them would switch sides for the bar wench just made her slick and aroused. She was concerned she would soak her yoga pants.
At this point she couldn't take it and texted him. She typed in Horny and hit send. With that her excitement turned to the lustful fog she had been having. They all talked small talk about everything and nothing. The phone in her lap vibrated. She jumped out of her seat.
"Well hello there. What are you up to this morning?" Was on the screen
"I am at breakfast with my friends." Typing back
"Oh so you're in a public place?" He asks
"Yes." She sends back
Just then a black and white picture is sent to her phone of a woman naked on her knees with a black blindfold. The picture was not of her but what she encountered. Then another of a woman with a cock in her mouth with just a single drip of cum sneaking out, also black and white.
"Oh my God what are you doing?" She sends I'm mock protest
