Weeks had gone by; neither Callie nor Casey had seen or touched each other. For the two months before that, the two of them had remained locked up in the bedroom every chance they got. Once Callie's shift had changed at work, their time together had dwindled down to mere text messages, if that. Callie loved working in the emergency room. The rush of adrenaline is what she lived for; however, most of her nights were spent tending to sore throats and coughs. She would get the occasional deep laceration requiring sutures, but the true emergencies were always few and far between in a small town like hers. While she enjoyed working night shift, her time off was spent sleeping, more than anything else.
Casey would call or text Callie every couple days, wanting her to come and play. He began to wonder if their time together was coming to an end, since he never would get a response. Years ago, she would be the one calling and texting him... When did he lose control, he would think to himself?
Callie woke up from sleep to realize it was 1pm in the afternoon. She felt pretty good after only 3 hours of sleep. It was Friday, her weekend off started now. She rested in her bed, soft white covers pulled up to her chin, and grabbed her phone. She was surprised to see that Casey had only messaged her twice today. She contemplated responding back, but 'then what' she thought to herself. She had become bored with their routine and location. The same sex, same bed, same house; she was ready for something different. She decided the next three days she was going to play out her fantasies.
She jumped up from her bed and headed for the shower; she had some shopping to do. Walking across the room she stripped off her tank top and slid out her thongs. Her darkened nipples quickly hardened from the cool breeze circulating the room from the ceiling fan. "Watch out Casey boy, it's time to play." She giggled to herself as she started the shower, letting the small room begin to fill with steam. Her need for adrenaline had taken over.
Casey rolled out of bed around 5pm. Groaning with grogginess as he shuffled across the floor, he adjusted his plaid sleep pants, as they were tugging a bit due to his awaking wood. He managed to make it to his sink, where he ran some cold water; splashing it on his face. Looking down, he rolled his eyes noticing his hard-on was still present; typically the cool water helped with this, but not today. Casey decided to jump in a cool shower, in hopes it would settle down his prick a bit, when heard his cell phone chime. He left the bathroom in search of the phone, noticing the distraction was helping his member relax. He grabbed his phone and reviewed the message. He noticed it was from Callie and opened the message immediately.
"Damn it!!!!" he responded as his dick shot straight up in his pants; he stood there starring at a picture of Callie's tight white ass. He could tell by the picture she was slightly bent forward as her pussy lightly peeked between her legs. He took a deep breath in, and headed back to the bathroom; tossing his phone on his bed, with an after-thought he picked up his phone. He whipped his phone open, pulled his pjs down and took a snapshot of his hard-on. His cock was like a rock still, he tried not thinking about her gorgeous picture, yet that was easier said than done. With water running in the shower, Casey threw off his pants, glaring at his dick with angry eyes, "damn her," he thought, "all this time, and that's what your gonna do to me." He said aloud, stepping into the cold water. He howled at the coolness of the water, and decided to forfeit the cold shower, and quickly switched the nozzle to warm. His cock was beginning to pound as he began to lather himself with soap. Working the suds down his chest, his pelvis began to tingle, as his cock bobbed against his abdomen. 'Oh what the hell' he thought as he worked up slippery lather around his dick. Standing under the showering nozzle, he rubbed the tip of his head with his thumb. He slowly began to grind his hand up and down his firm shaft. Separating his legs for a better stance, he continued to pump his cock, squeezing his fingers tight as he glided them closer to his purple head. Stroking his cock harder and faster, he could feel his balls begin to constrict, as he grew closer to his finish. His motions picked up speed with relentless effort, knocking the shampoo bottle off the ledge. Without slowing down, Casey pumped his dick hard, shooting his white stringy load along the tile wall. He kept a hold of his cock and squeezed forcefully moving his hand from base to tip milking out the last bit of cum. Feeling slightly relieved, he finished his shower and got dressed.
Callie swung into the gas station parking lot, needing to make one last stop before she headed home. Standing in line, waiting to check out, she silently listened to the couple standing beside her. Some young girl was babbling on to her boyfriend about her day at work. Callie turned and offered a sympathetic smile to the poor soul; he obviously did not have much care in regards to how to properly dress a display mannequin. Luckily, Callie was distracted by the chirping of an incoming message. She dug threw her purse and pulled out the phone, swiping the screen. She giggle aloud as she viewed the picture of Casey's hard on. 'What a pretty little cock that is,' she smiled and thought to herself. As she starred at the picture, she heard someone clearing their throat next to her, she quickly looked up, assuming it was her turn in line, only to see the ditzy brunette with a bad dye job rolling her eyes at her with a disgusted look. The girl obviously had seen the picture on the phone as she responded with a "humpf..."
"What?" Callie asked the couple sarcastically, as she stepped forward in line and to the counter.
Callie threw a box of condoms on the counter, and just to annoy the nosey girl, she asked the attendant "Do you happen to sell any KY jelly?"
The attendant blushed and shyly answered her while placing the condoms in a bag, "um...no...sorry!"
"Too bad," Callie said as she turned around, offering a flirty smile to the poor boyfriend and strutted off. She laughed as she walked to the door, watching in the windows reflection the unfortunate guy getting smacked by his ditz of a girl, as he eyed Callie's swaying ass.
Callie pulled into her drive, and grabbed her bag of goodies she had purchased for her soon to be wild weekend with Casey. It thrilled her knowing he had no idea what he was in for. She headed for the bathroom to shower up and ready herself for the night. Stepping out of the shower, she grabbed a towel and dried quickly; following up with a scented layer of moisturizer. Bending over, she wrapped her hair up in the towel and strutted across her room, body open to the air. She picked up her bags and began to sift through them, trying to decide what items would be used for tonight's play date. She laid each toy out along the bed. "What will it be?" she asked herself as she eyed the handcuffs, the anal beads, some random oils, and blind fold.
Callie already knew she wanted to avoid the typical location of Casey's house for their rendezvous; therefore the oils were out...for tonight at least. Thinking more, she dropped the blind fold back in the bag, knowing the place she wanted to play would not allow for him to be blinded; leaving the small black string of beads and cuffs the objects of choice. Callie became excited, feeling her pussy throb in anticipation. She picked her outfit, and returned to the bathroom to finish getting ready; snapping a quick shot of her pussy with her phone and sending it to Casey.
Casey headed into work. Most nights he wasn't too thrilled to go in, but tonight he was looking forward it, knowing Callie was going to 'swing by,' as she put it, and see him. His phone chirped; trying to keep an eye on the road, he grabbed his phone and flipped up the screen, only to see Callie's pink shaven pussy exposed for him. "Fucking tease!" he said as his truck veered off the road, blowing up dirt and dust, as he swerved his way back on the street. 'What the hell is she up to' he thought to himself, as he steadied his grip on the steering wheel.
Hours went by as the bar began to fill with its usual Friday night crowd. As the thirsty partiers crowded his counter, it became more difficult for him to eye the room, trying to locate Callie when she arrived. The music boomed, vibrating the bar top on occasion. Casey became consumed with eager customers, never noticing Callie had arrived. Callie remained hidden in the crowd, ordering her drinks from another bar, watching Casey from a distance. She smiled as she took down her shot and sipped her beer. 'Oh my, you have no idea what you're in for' she thought to herself. She weaved her way through crowd, moving closer to the restroom entrances, allowing for a clearer view of Casey, while offering him a chance to see her. She watched as he hurriedly moved from one end of the bar to the other, engaging in light hearted banter with waiting customers. She knew he had been waiting for her; watching him constantly looking up and scanning the crowd. 'Don't worry Casey, you'll find me alright!' she thought as she leaned seductively against the wall.
As guys passed by, she would give them a flirty smile, occasionally licking her lips, getting off on their reactions. She glanced back in Casey's direction and for the first time, made eye contact. She smiled and sipped on her bottle of Bud Light, slowly licking her lips as she starred at her hunky piece of male meat. He looked so sexy standing behind that bar dressed in a tight black T-shirt sculpted with a skull across his chest. His arms flexed tightly as he shifted his weight forward placing his hands on the wooden top, his lips perked with a pleasant, but hot ass grin. His hair trimmed, yet standing in all directions with a wind-blown look. His jaw line tightened from his grin exposed his nicely grown go-T that lined his chin so perfectly. Casey slid across the bar line and whispered to his bartending cohort, Joe, and left from the counter; heading her way. Callie shifted her stance and lightly pulled her small clutch closer to her side, becoming slightly damp below.
Once Casey spotted Callie, he quickly told Joe he needed to hit the men's room, and headed her way. She was so fucking hot, he thought to himself as he never took his eyes off her. She stood leaning against the wall, beer in hand. He couldn't help but notice her ass, as she only offered a side view, but what he could see was amazing. She had a great ass, tucked tightly in her jeans, pockets decorated in beads or glitter, or whatever it was, all he knew is that he liked it. She wore a tight black top; with deep V-cut that nicely exposed her delicate cleavage, pulling in at the sides, nicely dressing the curves of her hips, falling slightly short of her waist. Her jeans sat low, exposing a small bit of her tan, lower stomach. Casey had to slow his thoughts, as he began to feel his cock fighting for space in his pants.
Callie loved how he would undress her with his eyes. Her panties were becoming moist. Not ever doing anything this crazy, her insides were riveted with electricity at the thought of what was about to occur. As Casey drew closer, she raised her brows and smiled as she turned the corner and walked straight into the men's room. As she disappeared from his view, she could hear Casey calling after her. She giggled to herself, as the men present in the small forbidden room jumped at her presence.
"Hey boys," she said smiling; slowly eyeing each of them from head to toe. She was surprised not one of them asked her leave, or even asked why she was there. They merely smiled back, and finished their business, and drifted out the door.
She made her way to the back stall, and closed the door half-way. As she waited for Casey to enter, a younger, fairly handsome guy opened her stall door. Startled he stepped back, "what the hell?"
