Coffee, Cake and a Sex Toy
By A. J. Tilbury
Her mouth dry from nerves, entire body pensive with excitement, Jenny opened the front door, clicking the lock onto the latch.
The agreement was to leave the door open at 2.45pm, head upstairs into the bedroom and to prepare herself.
Adding to the heightened sense of nervousness, the mail man delivered daily at around 3pm and had yet to arrive.
"
Would he come in?"
she pondered,
"surely not."
If anything, arriving to find the door ajar, he would certainly throw the mail into the porch. "
What kind of a man was he though?"
she thought to herself. She didn't know him.
If he were to venture inside, she would be none the wiser. This added to her sense of sexual excitement greatly.
Thinking everything through, all potentials on what was about to happen, there had never been such a flourishing feeling of being more sexually alive.
The crotch of her panties warm and wet, she hadn't touched, she could feel the heated, intense sensation between her legs. Inside her chest, heart beating firmly, fluttering ever so slightly faster, she turned and made her way up the stair case, into the bedroom.
This moment had been toyed over since her early twenties. Now ten years on and it was actually happening and my god, how she wanted it.
The desire to slide a hand down between her legs, to tease the juices along her slit and roll her swollen bud in circles with her fingers. "
Control yourself girl"
she thought, as she breathed out with a needy, desiring sigh.
The first task, the first agreement was that she would wear the black lace and striped underwear, delivered that morning. Full make up, as if on a night out with the girls. Cherry red lipstick and matching nail varnish painted across her fingers and toes.
Standing in front of the mirror she untied her soft, white robe and dropped it gently to the floor. Staring on, studying herself completely, feeling steadily across her exposed, toned and sleek body. Stroking softly from the stomach up to her breasts, nipples swollen and hard underneath the black lacy framework.
The pleasant tingling sensation conjured from brushing over her erect nipples creating a resonating hum of excitement. Travelling on downward into her crotch as she exhaled gently. "
He'll be here any moment, I'd better go get ready,
" she walked over to the bed, picking up the blind fold from the pillow.
Positioning herself in the beds centre, she slid the blindfold down across her eyes, pressing to ensure it sat firmly in place. Taking a single pillow to rest her head, she laid back silent.
Now in complete darkness, only thoughts were there to keep her company. Mixed emotions of intense erotic desire, nervousness and fear all blended into one, pulsating through her mind.
This moment was craved, but did she really want to go through with it?
"Why so nervous?"
Jenny thought. So nervous yet so incredibly, aroused, turned on and wanting. This was her fantasy after all, it had to be played out
.
No more thinking about it. It needed to be felt, experienced, to be revelled in. Immersed in its hot, sweaty heat. Breathing in the aromas of sex, her body being completely taken. Taken and pleasured in ways she had only ever imagined.
The works party is where it all started. One cocktail too many, inhibitions lost and thoughts shared. Thoughts that steadily turned into a discussion on sexual desires.
A work colleague, handsome, well built and often passing by her desk wafting across mixed waves of sweet smelling, yet masculine scent. Always smelling so good, looking so good.
A guy of 6 foot tall, with soft brown swept back hair and bright blue eyes. Always wearing a crisp white shirt, hugging against his physique. Just enough definition showing over his biceps, stirring up thoughts on how he might look completely naked.
He was often her fantasy in his own right. A thought used at playtime whilst lying on her bed. A sleek vibrating toy pressed snugly between her legs, juicy and slick. Sending waves of pleasure up into her stomach as she dreamt. A recurring day dream of being back at her place, being taken by him. Taken hard against a wall! Her legs wrapping his waist tightly, underwear pulled over to one side, feeling him slide up inside her, thrusting deeply. She could feel herself becoming wet to indulge in 'The daydream', as it was now becoming known.
Sex was almost a distant memory. Six months had passed since a guys naked body had even been seen. Let alone a man finding his way inside her panties. Her body now undergoing some kind of sexual awakening, communicating with her. Telling her what it desired, wanted and craved.
That fateful works party, sipping Mojitos, enjoying chat and laughter, she felt strangely comfortable enough to hand over her innermost, deepest desires. To tell them to 'him', a complete stranger. One both attractive and particularly alluring. Mysterious and undefinable.
Her new found friend was intrigued, more than intrigued. He was engaged and wrapped up in her tale. Across the coming week, texts were shared and 'the agreement' was made.
They would indulge her ideas for one time only. Planned out as described, considerately detailed. Her moment had arrived.