More than a week passed before I was finally able to follow up with Rebecca's invitation from the CFNM party at Anna's home. I had tucked her card away in my wallet and did not even look at it until that time. I was surprised.
The card read: Rebecca McLeish, PhD and gave me her contact info. The fact that she was a 'Doctor' was an interesting bit of news, but it helped motivate me to get back with this woman; she certainly had been exciting at the party and we'd hit it off wonderfully. I called her number.
I reintroduced myself very tentatively as I had no idea if she was still interested or if the invitation had been a drunken effort to hit on me (then again, I had fucked her by then so...)
"I am so happy you called me. Finally!" she said when she realized who I was.
"I have been looking forward to seeing you again so I am happy we've reconnected. Did you want to get together one of these days? Maybe a coffee or something?"
"Something would be best for me. Can you come up to the house?"
That was quick. I knew I had the right woman after all. We agreed that I would visit the next day in mid-afternoon. She gave me her address and some odd instructions: "when you get her, I want you to just walk in, the front door will be unlocked."
"Ummm, okay."
"Take the staircase on the left and go all the way down the hall to the last room on the right. I will be waiting for you there."
I was completely unprepared for this turn of events, but I was pretty adventuresome; I was game and I told her so, "I'll be there at 2pm."
That whole evening was a difficult one for me. First, I had a paper to write and more class reading that I could manage. I would normally handle all that by working later into the night, but every time my mind wandered, I was caught up by what Rebecca had asked me for. What in the hell did she have in mind? Just walk in?
Eventually, I was exhausted enough to fall asleep.
I had three classes in the morning and I am pretty sure they were wasted time. All I could think of was Rebecca's hot body, to say nothing of the building anticipation. Fortunately, the situation in class was enough to keep me under control (you know, that thing in my pants).
I headed out to for my 'date' with Rebecca. She'd given me good directions and I made it with some time to spare. Not wanting to look too anxious, I rode around the neighbourhood a couple times to kill some time; it was a gorgeous spring day and perfect for motorcycling. When the time came, I made the last turn to enter her driveway — it was quite a road about 100 yards to the house and winding through landscaped rocky outcrops and trees. I didn't see the house until I was almost there. This was even more spectacular than Anna's mansion where I had met Rebecca.
The home was massive with plenty of natural hemlock for beams, posts and trim, in other words, a perfect West coast that fit perfectly in its location.
I headed towards the back door across an expansive wood deck. The door was slightly ajar, as promised. Curious, I had a look around outside before walking in to the entrance hall. This, too, was built with the most beautiful wood beams and ceilings. There was a hint of rustic, but overall, this was total class, and it was a big house.
I called out as I made my way towards the staircase I was supposed to use. Nothing. No one. This was strange because I had at least expected a housekeeper if Rebecca did not greet me personally. 'Interesting,' I said aloud to myself as I climbed the stairs. There were a lot of them and each step gave me a better view of the lower floor. I was in love with this house, and a very hot woman was waiting for me: could this get any better?
Reaching the top of the stairs I faced a long hallway with several doors on either side. It was well-lit with massive skylights built in all down the hallway. I had stopped calling out because it was clear I would just need to follow instructions; no one was coming to greet me. 'Very interesting.'
I reached the last door on the right. Like all the others it was a wide and heavy cedar door with heritage hardware. I considered knocking then decided not to; it wasn't the prescribed protocol. I carefully turned the doorknob almost as if I was breaking in. The door swung easily on well-oiled hinges, silently.
The room was pitch black except for the small square of light coming from the skylights in the hallway. Somehow, I knew to step in and close the door behind me. Rebecca clearly had a plan. I hoped it was a good as I was anticipating, but it was so dark.
My eyes were starting to get accustomed to the low light, but even so, I could only make out a couple of very, very dim shapes. I stood there, waiting.
Slowly, a tiny bit of light came up. It was a mini spotlight and was focussed on a big wooden chair, kind of like a bar stool with of far superior quality. I was to sit, I figured out. The chair was high but well-built and comfortable.
I waited. The one light went off completely and I was in the dark again — in more than the literal way.
Very quiet music started to play, equivalent to the soft light that had shown me the chair. I sensed someone else in the room but could not prove it, not at first. Then a soft sound reached my ears. It was the sound of an electric toothbrush, but why?
Another very low light focussed on the other end of the room started coming up ever so slowly. The intensity only reached the level of one small candle, but I was starting to make out a shape about 10 feet in front of me.
The toothbrush should grew enough that I realized it was not what I had thought. It really sounded like a vibrator now. This was getting better and better, but I still had no idea what was going to happen. So I just sat there staring into the small spot of light, squinting to try to see more.
The light must have gone up a bit, or I was getting used to it because I was finally able to make out what was at the other end of the room.
A woman I presumed to be Rebecca was sprawled back in a harness of some sort that hung from the ceiling. It consisted of multiple straps, all leather, buckles and a seat into which the woman was sitting. In that position she was completely free of any other support and was swinging in place slightly.
And it was a vibrator that was making the sounds. And what a vibrator: it was one of the oversized units sold supposedly for massaging sore backs, but was well-known as the ultimate in female masturbatory tools. The handle was about 10 inches long and led to an electrical cord for plugging it in. The business end was ball-shaped, about two inches in diameter on a short neck.
The light grew in intensity until it was full on but tightly focussed on the woman's pubic area. Her legs were spread wide and appeared to be locked into stirrups. Her thighs were glowing in the hard light, but I could see all of the details. She had muscular and taught thighs that helped guide my eyes to the vee where they met. I could tell she had the area mostly shaved but there was a small 'goatee' at the top of her pubic area. Beyond that I could make out an equally fit tummy and the underside of her breasts. It was obvious that they were a pretty good size.
Without a word or other sound, the head of the big vibrator came into view again, sliding down her tummy towards the goatee. Her hand held it very steadily and started making small circles below the hair. Each circle got a little lower until the knob was circulating her clitoris, dipping down occasionally to slip along her labia, then it would go right back up to its prime target.
This was a very hot show, but I wasn't too engaged as nothing else was happening. Then a quiet voice I took to be Rebecca whispered, "Take your clothes off, Paul."
I slipped off the chair and promptly kicked off my shoes and socks, dropped my pants, slung off my shirt and hopped back on the chair as I knew she would demand. This was getting better.
For at least 15 minutes, all that happened was me watching her masturbate. Rebecca had her first orgasm, a small one, after I had gotten naked — that was when I realized the spotlight was now on my crotch. I got a kick out of that. My cock was only half hard for now, but it was going to be ready if anything was going to happen.
"Can I come closer, Rebecca?" I asked.
"Ssssshhhhhhhhh...," was all she gave me back.
Instead, I reached down to fondle my cock in preparation for whatever would be demanded of it.
Still using the big vibrator, but now at full speed, Rebecca whispered to me, "Make yourself hard. Really hard."
