This is a little flash story dedicated to a new friend. She emailed some ideas and disclosed things that get her tingling. She's also a walking wet dream.
Thanks to all who leave meaningful feedback, and a special thanks to those who email suggestions.
Sandy Mason: "But when I dream, I dream of you. Maybe someday you will come true."
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She pounded on the steering wheel "Come on, come on, come on, go, go, go!"
Glancing at the clock on the dash she screamed at the windshield "It's a frikkn roundabout. No cowards allowed!"
She jammed her car into the curve and sped up while exiting the roundabout, possibly going a little too fast.
'Five more minutes. I can make it' ran through her mind as she confirmed the time.
She rounded the bend and was greeted by a sea of red lights "NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!"
After her car rolled to a stop in the driveway, she confirmed her fate, 6:05 pm. She opened the door and flipped the light switch but darkness remained. Her keys made the familiar noise as she dropped them on the foyer table.
"Ello Abigail. You're late."
"It's not my fault! There were pissheads in the roundabout and then a crash by the school. Where are you? I can't see you? What's wrong with the light?"
"Set your purse down. Take off your coat. Kick your shoes away. Feel around, on the table by you, and you will find a blindfold. Put it on."
As instructed, she complied "Now what?"
"Feel your way into the living room."
After baby stepping her path into the living room "Stop there."
She heard the scrapping of chairs on the tile floor.
"Okay guys, have a seat. Now Abigail, unbutton your blouse, nice and slowly for our guests."
Her nipples hardened and she felt a surge of heat in her loins. She counted to ten in between buttons.
"Nicely done. Now take the blouse off."
The blouse fluttered to the floor.
"Reach around and unclasp your bra. Let it drop to the floor. Lift each boob and lick your nipples."
The heat between her legs was increasing with each stroke of her tongue. She heard a zipper.
"Guys, if you're going to do that, grab a paper towel. Abigail, step back about two steps and reach up. There's a bungee cord dangling from the second floor railing. Both ends are hanging down. Grab an end in each hand. Wrap your hands and keep twisting your arms until your hands are well above your head."
Her hands slowly rose higher until her elbows touched her ears.
"Very nice. You there, in the first chair, help her get her slacks off."
The sound of a chair scraping was followed by her gasping as fingers slid across her boobs and tweaked her nipples. Everyone heard the zipper on the side of her slacks and watched as her legs came into view. She stepped out of the slacks and kicked them aside.
The sound of a chair scraping broke the silence "Nicely done. Chair number two, take her knickers off. See how wet she is."
More scraping sounds and then fingers sliding around her boobs again. The tweaks were more like pinches this time, hard pinches. She moaned and squirmed. His hands found the elastic and pulled her knickers down. They were soaked. She stepped out of them. He forcefully pulled her legs apart and slid a hand up between her legs. She felt hot breath on her nipples and then felt a warm mouth sucking on one. The hand between her legs became two fingers which disappeared completely into her pussy. The other nipple was now being sucked and the fingers were rocking in and out. It stopped. The sound of a chair scraping again.
"Now Abigail. You know the penalty for being late. What was it, six minutes?"
