I'm waiting, watching, listening for the mailman. Oh where is he, where is my package?
I looked so long, through so many sites and catalogs. Wanting just the right toy to add to the toy box. I looked at my favorite toy stores, not finding what I really wanted. I have been planning this for a while. It has to be just the right one, the length, the feel, to bend the way I've dreamed.
Each day I wait with anticipation. My heart races. My excitement builds. Is that wetness I feel? Yes. I touch myself, then slip my fingers into my mouth. Yummy, it tastes so good. Day after day I build myself up, wanting it to arrive. Yet, not to come if I'm not home, not when the teenager may run to get the mail. Let me be home alone, with time to explore, to touch, to feel. I know I will hardly be able to contain my excitement.
What's that I hear? Oh is it? Oh let it be! Yes, he's here. Is he parking, is the package coming to my door? I go outside to met him. How could I wait?
"Hi, is that for me?" Like I don't know.
"Yes," he says, gruffly as always.
"Thank you. I've been waiting for this." He has no clue just how eagerly I've been waiting. If the mailman had a hint of the things he brings me, he'd probably not be so grumpy.
I go into the house, get out the scissors and quickly cut the tape. "Slow down," I tell myself. "Lots of time." As I open the box and remove the wrapping paper, my breath is quick. I squirm about, feeling the tension, feeling the wetness in my panties. I open the inner package, mmm, I touch it lovingly with my fingertips. Yes, the texture is nice, firm yet giving. I want to taste it, lick it, suck it. I go into the bathroom, get the toy cleaner out, spray it, yes, warm the water. I seductively rub it. I stroke my hands up and down, all around. Oh, I close my eyes and explore the firmness, wondering how it will feel elsewhere, how it will taste, how you will like it. After a final rinse, I take a towel and caress it dry.
Beautiful, that's what it is. I lick the head, then run my tongue down and around. I slip it between my waiting lips. Taking more of it, I roll my tongue around it as I stroke it, in and out of my mouth. It's so long! I tilt my head to a better angle, so I can get more of it. I slide it deeper, until I feel it touching my throat. Relaxing, I push it in farther. I love the feel of cock in my throat. "Will you?" I wonder.
I set it down and remove my clothes, tossing them aside. I feel my body heat and smell the lovely aroma of wet pussy. Oh yes! I know what I need to do. I lay on the bed, rubbing our toy across my body. I lick the head, then lightly roll it around one breast, yes, then the other. My nipples harden as I place it between my breasts and squeeze them against it, slowly fucking my breasts.
I need more. Down my hand goes. I'm so wet. I need to taste my moistness, to smell it. I slip two fingers inside. I'm so hot, so wet. I bring them to my face and run them across my lips, being sure to leave some on my upper lip before I suck my fingers. I take our toy and stroke myself between my slit to get it wet. Feeling it's hardness, I rub it between my pussy lips and across my clit. I tingle with excitement.
I wonder how much I should take, how far in I should go. There are fourteen inches of it, some for me, some for you. I slip it, oh so slowly, inside me while looking down. I want to see it go in. I need to see. Yes, it's lovely. I test it. Will it bend as I want? Oh, it does! Beautiful! My plump outer lips are pressed to each side, like balls drawn up before a man cums.