Part 1 of a 3-part series
Izabella let out a breath as she hit 'Purchase' on the screen. She had two new toys on the way, which she hoped would be the start of a delicious journey. She leant back in her chair and looked at the ceiling with a smile, wondering how Benji would react once her plan was enacted. Of course, she could still pull out. Her smile turned into a grin: pull out? That hopefully will not be the case.
She pushed back from her desk and stood, running a hand through her black hair and walked to her bedroom door. She was in need of a walk to take her mind off what she was planning to do. Who was she kidding, she needed a walk to settle down the desire that was building inside her. She could stroke and rub, and plunge fingers deep into her sex to release some of her pent-up energy, but Benji would be over later, and she much preferred the way he could make her squirm and scream. The thought of it made her hands slowly slip down her sides, over her hips, and down between her legs. She could feel the light pulsing of her lips.
Patience, Izzy. Patience.
She slipped on her trainers and left the house, breathing in the smell of this autumn evening. Someone had mown their lawn recently, and the scent of fresh cut grass hovered in the air. The sky had scattered clouds floating by, tinged with the pinks and oranges of the setting sun.
She turned left and headed toward her local park, walking swiftly and lightly. She was not an ambler. Slow and relaxed walks were not her style. She loved to stretch her long legs out, eat up the miles, and come home flushed and slightly breathless. She smiled at the thought of hands on her legs...
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Benji loved Izabella's legs. They would spend many an evening lying naked on her bed together, his fingers gliding up and down her calves, then stroking up the back of her legs. His touch would give her goosebumps and make her shiver, both by the tickling sensation and the knowledge of where his hands were destined. His fingers swirled lazily up her inner thigh, across the base of her curvy tanned rear, then back down the side of her leg. And again, gliding gently, sedately, seductively up, around then down once more.
Izabella sighed contentedly. She was lying on her front, her head resting to the side of a pillow, her arms crossed beneath it. She loved these lazy nights where Benji would take his time, enjoying her body until he was ready to enter her. It was not a tease; it was a seduction. And oh, how she loved to be seduced by this man, enjoying the light throbbing inside her which grew as his fingers worked their wonder. Benji's hand started moving up, now tracing circles over her rear. Her breath came a little faster. The throbbing increased. She thought she could feel the moisture in her vagina start to slip out, dampening her inner lips.
The strokes were getting firmer, the circles now sliding closer and closer to her crack. Izabella could not help herself, her hips started pushing up, wanting more.
"Shh, Izzy, patience."
