For Mary, September came all too quickly and Mark left for university. They had bid their farewells the night before he left and the next morning Mary had nursed a delightful ache between her thighs and a heavier ache around her heart. Mark had talked of giving up his course at University and finding a job, so that he could be near to her. Mary persuaded him that she would be waiting for him and, reluctantly, he agreed to go.
He wrote a letter to her every week, full of happenings on his course and people he had met. Every letter had a number circled on the last page and Mary would puzzle over the hidden meaning. Every Sunday, after lunch Mary would sit at her dressing table and pen her reply. Sometimes, Mark would describe what he imagined doing with her and she would sit at her dressing table, naked, and caress herself. In her mind she pictured herself writhing in the crumpled sheets on her bed, touching and touched. Those times, she would slip her finger deep within her pussy and sign her letter with her fingerprint, rimmed in the nectar from her pussy.
Eventually, when the numbers on Mark's letters reached single figures, she wrote asking what it could mean. His letter in reply had a simple explanation. The number 3 at the bottom of the letter was ringed and he had written 'Days until I see you again.' Mary realised with a rush that Mark would be back by the end of the week. This would be the end of his first term and he would be back. With this realisation, Mary looked at the calendar and realised that Mark would be back a fortnight before Christmas.
Mary was determined that her Christmas present to Mark would be particularly special. She had an idea. Sitting at the dressing table, she started to compile a list. She had some vital things to do before Mark got back.
The first was to visit a photographic store. There she bought an expensive Japanese camera and a top of the range video camera. The video camera could be operated remotely and was supposedly foolproof. She bought a good quality tripod and had the assistant demonstrate all the features of the video camera. At last she was satisfied that she could operate the video camera and left with her purchases.
Mary's next stop was at a shop on the other side of town. She had found the store from a website that advertised itself 'for lonely ladies'. It sold an extensive range of dildos and vibrators in a bewildering array of colours and sizes. She spent almost the whole afternoon examining the merchandise, with the help of an elegant, mature, sales assistant. She confided to Mary that she had used two particular models for a number of years but, if she had not tried such toys before, Mary might find them a little too much. Mary eventually bought a long slender vibrator in flesh-pink vinyl and a slightly thicker and stubbier dildo. The sales assistant also included a large jar of lubricant, 'in case Mary found the vinyl a little clinging'.
Mary made her way home quickly and almost scrambled up the stairs. She arranged the video camera on the tripod, with the bed filling the viewfinder. Then she plugged it in and fed a tape into the camera. She put the remote, hardly bigger than a credit card, on the bedside table and went into the bathroom to undress and shower. Stepping out, she patted herself dry, before standing in front of the full-length mirror. Inspecting her reflection she checked the pale skin at the top of her thighs. The skin was still smooth and hair free from her last waxing at the beginning of the week and she smiled at the thought of Mark's expression when she gave him his special Christmas presents.
Mary went into her bedroom and unwrapped the new dildo and vibrator. Then she opened the curtains and let the thin, wintry sunlight fall across the bed. Satisfied that everything was set up and ready, she slipped out of her robe and spread herself across the bed. She pressed the record button on the remote for the video camera and began to caress herself. She ran her fingers over the curve of her breasts, pinching her nipples until they became hard and swollen, almost looking bruised as she twisted and rolled them between her fingers and thumbs. She groaned loudly as she tugged at the hard points panting and grunting. Slowly she moved her hand down, over the swell of her belly, to her bare pussy and began to run her fingertip along the bare slit. Licking her other forefinger she reached down between her thighs and opening her pussy with one hand, slid her finger, wet and glistening from her mouth, into the moist opening. Closing her eyes, she ran her finger along the tender lips and then took the erect bud of her clit between finger and thumb, stroking the length of it slowly and gently. Her hand moved faster and she began to buck her hips and grunt harshly. Her whole body convulsed and she gushed creamy fluid over her fingers, before falling back onto the bed. She picked up the vibrator and began to move the smooth plastic over the skin of her loins, gradually the tip moved nearer and nearer the opening to her passage and she brushed the humming tip over the end of her clit. A mini spasm coursed through her body and she took a firm hold of the rod and plunged it deep into her slippery passage. Drawing her knees up she worked her hand back and forth, driving the buzzing toy in and out of her dripping gash. Her body stiffened again and she arched her back, pointing her dripping pussy straight at the camera lens. Here legs buckled and she drew the vibrator out of her pussy. Reaching out with her other hand, Mary took hold of the dildo and slowly pushed the hard plastic into her tender pussy, The plastic stretched the tender lips as it pierced her, thinning them as she gripped the rod. This time she held back from working it back and forth, just pushing it deeper and deeper until she was completely filled with it.
