Lucy woke from a dream in an expanse of covers and pillows that she swore was the size of Arizona. Sandy pillows and mocha-brown sheets with a cactus green comforter always made her think of the southeastern state, even though she'd never been there. Petite though she was, she felt even smaller in the huge bed when she was alone.
And she was definitely alone.
There'd been glorious hours with him, they'd pushed and squirmed, loved and laughed. She had no idea when it had ended; as far as she could remember, they'd fallen asleep while still coupled. Languid and sighing, she stretched in the bed while yawning, noticing a few sore spots and enjoying the feeling of contentment.
The clock announced rudely that it was time to get ready for work. She slapped the button, stopping the invasive noise. She rolled towards his side of the bed so that she could inhale deeply of the pillows on his side. As she wrapped an arm around one to gather it in and bury her nose in its scent, she heard a wrinkling of paper and found a note.
"Touch yourself for me."
Stifling a laugh, she remembered that he'd been dropping subtle hints for months that this day would come. "I want to possess you completely, even when we're not together," he'd said when she asked what was with all the mystery.
Taped to the back of the note was a 3x5 color photo of something that made her catch her breath. It was a woman's butt lewdly filling the shot. At the bottom, beneath the swell of her buttocks, was a penis in mid-stroke in her vagina. Her lips strained to accommodate his girth and her anus was relaxed and formed a perfect, light brown "O".
With a slight shock, she realized that the pale creamy skin in the photo was hers and the cock was hers too. Well, it was that of her man's, but she thought of it as hers the same way he always said that her pussy was his. She'd had no idea when (or even how) he'd photographed them in the act, but then when she was face down in the pillows with her ass in the air she wasn't exactly paying much attention to anything other than him pleasuring her. The thought of it sparked a pang of interest below her waist and she realized that she would indeed do as the note commanded.
Ten minutes later, Lucy realized that not only was there now no time for her morning run, but that she probably didn't need the exercise anyway. Last night and just now had been exerting and exhausting enough.
She slipped into the bathroom and stood in a shower big enough for four people while stinging shards of hot water pelted her skin and re-invigorated her. "It might be a very interesting day" she thought to herself. "No telling what he's got planned."
But anticipation of what it might be was nice.
Toweling off with the oversized terry bath towels, she wandered naked back into the bedroom. Her closet was full of clothes and a small chest of drawers housed a voluminous collection of sexy lingerie. She'd been afraid that he might go broke buying her lacy pretties to wear when they'd moved in together, but he didn't seem to care. In the underwear drawer, she found another note: "Sorry, not today. Go without."
She laughed out loud. "Nuts. He's nuts." Whatever, she'd go without. She turned to choose a dress and noticed that her clothes hamper was empty like the drawer. He'd even taken the precaution of hiding the dirty underwear so she couldn't wear her once-worn panties.
A skirt and blouse was hanging by themselves, away from the other clothes. She looked for another note but didn't find anything. Figuring that their separation from the other hanging clothes was hint enough, she slipped into a bra, donned the blouse, and slid the skirt over her hips.
A pair of open toed sandals with three inch heels was parked by the door to the closet and without question she slipped them on. He'd paid for a manicure and pedicure for her two days ago and hadn't stopped commenting on how sexy her feet looked in the heels since. Sammy purred and rubbed up against her and she smiled at him. "Step aside Kitty, you don't get to look up my skirt today," she joked as she stepped past the affectionate feline.
A banana and two plums were found on the countertop when she went to grab breakfast. At this point, she simply shook her head with a barely bemused smile and headed out the door. The top was already down on her convertible and rather than put it up, she figured that it was down for a reason. He did, after all, prefer what he called her "windblown look" and she resigned herself to wasting the time spent on hair.
Bag on the seat, seatbelt bisecting her breasts, key in the ignition, she found a yellow Post-It note on the gear shift. "I love you." She pulled it away with a little "snick" as the adhesive gave up its grip on the leather. Folding it, she noticed one word on the back: "Lots!!!"
"Yep, gonna be a great day," she thought. The anticipation of what he might have planned was growing. The adventures both in and out of the bedroom since they'd found each other again had been head-spinning, toe-curling, and life-changing. "Love" barely covered what they had so far.
Shifting into first, she dropped the clutch and the rear tires gave a little squeak. "Great day, indeed!"
Twenty minutes later, turning into the industrial park, her phone buzzed. Searching in her bag, she found the pink and bejeweled device. After parking, she opened the email service on the phone. A text message awaited her. "How's the wind feel on your pussy?" it asked. A picture was included and she opened it. It was similar to the one he'd left on the pillow. It was her ass up in the air and there was his cock again. But the difference this time was that the cock was in her smaller hole. The flared bottom of the head of his cock was visible right at her tiny entrance. He must have taken it right as he pushed into her ass. They'd had anal sex many times, and each time, the initial entrance had to be handled with care. The fattest part of his unit, the head, would typically cause her a tiny discomfort upon initiation of the act. She'd push her ass further in the air and try to flare her hips to allow him an easier access to her, but even so, it required lubrication and patience to ease slowly into her anal cavity. Once coupled this way, though, they'd build speed and friction until both would be panting and huffing to the completion of the taboo act.
A noise jarred her out of her reverie and she closed the phone's browser before anyone could see. One of the company's truck drivers was picking up the mail and the noise had been him closing the squeaky mail box door. As he approached her, she realized that not only were her legs spread on the seat of the car, but that the wind from the top being down had blown her short skirt up. She could see the lips of her own bare pussy when she looked down at the seat.
She flipped the skirt back down quickly and realized that there'd been no way he could have seen anything, approaching as he was from the back of the car. All the same, she thanked him for the favor, took the mail, and said nothing more, hoping that he'd continue on with his duties since there wasn't much possibility of getting out of the car without exposing herself just a little. He bid her a good morning and continued to the loading yard behind the business, happy to be starting his long day with such a lovely vision in his mind.
Swinging the door open, she spun sideways, feeling the leather's texture on her bare ass, unfolded sexy legs from the car, planted the heels on the ground, and stood up quickly before any of the blue collar guys in the back of the plant could get a look. She wondered if she appealed to those young guys back there in the shop's work yard that she couldn't see.
