We are in the process of mov­ing some stuff around, get­ting new pic­tures, new design, and new con­tent.  We know it’s been awhile.  But stick with us and We promise good stuff will follow!

I’m not sure that you have all seen this blog, or this par­tic­u­lar post.  But I have, and although I seri­ously doubt I will be even in the top 5 I wanted to throw in my hat.  Because, well, because I have devel­oped and bit of a crush on Mina.  I won’t say mine is the most extrav­a­gant, but it’s what I would do.  If they like it over at Long­ings End, I’ll elab­o­rate and turn it into a bit more of a story

The ride back from the air­port would be our first time really together, in per­son, close enough to touch.  I think I would have to restrain myself, know­ing all that I do about her.  I won­der to myself if she’ll be sur­prised, dis­ap­pointed, excited.  The cab waits as instructed as I step out to pace.  I see her exit­ing, a medium suit­case in tow.  I had told her to bring some­thing warm to wear, among other things.  The L.A. weather being sig­nif­i­cantly dif­fer­ent than our own.

I almost panic and dive back into the cab.  I know she would be crushed, but it’s almost too much.  What if she is dis­ap­pointed, what if I don’t come near her expec­ta­tions or desires.  Then it’s too late.  She glances over and my arm shoots up in a wave.  Relief flows over me when a fan­tas­tic smile and wave respond.  I meet her halfway and we hug.  Friendly but lin­ger­ing, feel­ing the curves, get­ting an idea of how we fit together.  We approach the cab and she seems some­what sur­prised.  This is how we get around.  No car, no need for it.  I had wor­ried about her responce for no rea­son.  “Fan­tas­tic, “she says, “they can be such a pain in.”

The ride to the cities passes quickly, con­ver­sa­tion and laugh­ter fills the cab, and soon we are like old dear friends, except with a lit­tle more spark.  A touch of the shoul­der, or brush of a thing sends waves of excite­ment through me.  I can only won­der what it does to her.

We have options I tell her.  The weather, though brisk if actu­ally quite beau­ti­ful.  It’s a far cry from L.A. but to me it’s almost spring like.  When we arrive at my place again, I am con­cerned with her thoughts.  I would have put her up in the best hotel in the city, but it just wasn’t an option at the time.  She knew that she was wel­come to stay at our place, and if she didn’t want to then we would fig­ure some­thing out.  Again I was pleased at her sweet­ness.  My place was won­der­ful, dif­fer­ent, com­fort­able.  She was look­ing for­ward to see­ing every­thing I had to show her.  I would have thought she was just being gra­cious and kind, but as she took my hand and drew me into another hug I knew she meant it.  I couldn’t help but respond with a kiss.  Not chaste, but not lusty.  She responded just as I had hoped, mov­ing her body close to mine and hold­ing the kiss until I broke it.

A bit flus­tered by the kiss I have to focus.  I had promised this lovely woman a date, and I intended to fol­low through.  I smile as I tell her our plans.  A mid-date change of cloth­ing will be needed, so we pack two small bags, essen­tially large purses and head out.  Today is a day of favorites, and firsts.  I want to share with her the places I love to go, as well as the ones I haven’t yet expe­ri­enced.  We head out into the brisk cold, the sun high and mov­ing fast, cam­eras and huge purses in tow.  It’s not far, I tell her.  We’ll be at the museum in just a bit of a walk.

And so our date begins   more to follow.

The other night Ava men­tioned to me that she was flirt­ing with a blog-girl over twit­ter.  That flirt­ing led to an exchange of IM’s.  I don’t know if it’s got­ten any fur­ther than that but it’s cer­tainly got me think­ing again…

It’s too bad they live so far away.

It seems so con­trary right now; in I’m my col­lar and leash and you just used my mouth to get off. But I can imag­ine a night with you blind­folded from six pm until you wake the next day.

No sight.

He is over and we are hav­ing an evening. You are the prop; the toy

And you can never be sure who is what.

We would tease you all evening. Make you pro­vide ser­vices. You’d know who was who sone­times. Other times though … Ulti­mately you’d do what you are told. And you’d like it.

When it was time to sleep you’d be sur­rounded by two men, two sets of arms, and totally com­fort­able with two cocks.

The some­what ner­vous greet­ings were quick and he wel­comed her in.  There wasn’t enough room at the desk so they decided the cof­fee table would be bet­ter.  She sat on the floor, legs curled beside her, lap­top on the table open to her project.  Her posi­tion was too demure, too acces­si­ble.  He could see down her shirt, admire her curves, imag­ine what else she could do while kneel­ing so con­ve­niently.  As she set up he excused him­self.  A quick shot of whiskey, maybe two, to set­tle him so that he could get through the night.  “Oh, I’m sorry…” she said, walk­ing in on him down­ing his third shot.  “Busted…” he said with a grin, the whiskey was start­ing to take the edge off.  “I’m just used to hav­ing a cou­ple drinks when I get home, don’t mean to make you uncom­fort­able.”  Not uncom­fort­able at all, she said, but with that tone that made him know she was lying.  “Would you like a small one?  Your close to drink­ing age right?  Hon­estly I always code bet­ter with whiskey.”  They both laughed and he poured them both a drink, both his and hers a bit taller than they needed to be.

Her gig­gles were get­ting louder as he explained PHP and hex codes.  She touched his knee and looked up at him as he helped he plod through the site she was required to make.  Bend­ing over her to cor­rect small cod­ing errors he lin­gered, tak­ing in her scent, see­ing how long she would allow him to hover.  By the sec­ond drink the tem­per­a­ture had warmed.  “I can’t fig­ure out how to get all of these videos and ads to mesh right! I just don’t get it, there aren’t any sites that have ALL of this crap in the same place.”  Her frus­tra­tion was attrac­tive to him, he laughed and she fol­lowed.  “Let me show you.” he said, bend­ing over her, play­fully push­ing her out of the way.  A few key­strokes later and a site appeared.  Sound, ads, text, com­ments, all of the con­tent she hadn’t been able to work into her project; includ­ing video, one of a busty young woman tak­ing a cock deep down her throat.

Her gasp made him laugh.  “Oh, did I embar­rass you?  You just said it didn’t all exist in one place…this one popped into my mind as an exam­ple.”  Not, embar­rassed she pro­fessed, just sur­prised, it wasn’t any­thing she didn’t know about she exclaimed.  “Are you sure?” he teased, “I just assumed, a girl your age, one as attrac­tive as you, you must have been with a few guys already”  “Yeah…I mean no…I mean…I’m not embar­rassed, I know about all of that stuff” she said.  “All of that stuff huh?  What about this?…” a few more key­strokes and a video appeared of a woman bent over a cof­fee table, her ass full of a large hard cock as she moaned and grunted.  She stared, open mouthed.  “Can I refill your drink?” he asked as he walked away to fill it.

He had over heard them talk­ing in the back of the class, “I can’t believe you are going to his house!  I’m so jeal­ous! I need extra help too!”, the voices and gig­gles of high school girls, both grat­ing and entic­ing at the same time.  One, how­ever stood qui­etly, a bright red rush­ing to her cheeks as her friends gushed, “I just need help with my site, and we couldn’t do it hear because of that geek tech club, sheesh, don’t be so stu­pid.”  She always was the cool one, she stood out from the crowd.  That may have been why he was so drawn to her.

More than once he had found him­self look­ing where he shouldn’t have been, glanc­ing down an unbut­toned col­lar while check­ing her work, brush­ing against her in the hall­way, watch­ing her bend to pick up her books.  He felt like a lech­er­ous old man.  When she asked for extra help on a project his first thoughts had been absolutely appro­pri­ate, give her some tips after school, and have a bit of com­pany for the hour he had to stay clean­ing out files, it would be fine.  When she men­tioned the lab wouldn’t be avail­able he said they could work at his place with­out think­ing, and then his mind began to wander.

It wasn’t an obvi­ously provoca­tive out­fit, sim­ple really but enough to empha­sise the parts of her he liked the most.  Jeans, cut just right, show­ing off her ample hips and firm round ass.  A plain white blouse, unbut­toned slightly, but with a taste­ful under­shirt beneath it.  Her breasts stood high and firm, the curves of the top vis­i­ble only if you were to make an effort.  When he answered the door he didn’t imme­di­ately real­ize who it was, out­side of class she seemed adult, but just barely, and when he said hello his eyes wan­dered across her body, mak­ing her blush, and that is what started to make him hard.

As Simon took my left nip­ple into his mouth I couldn’t help but think that the right one could be taken care of as well.  As his tongue flicked and swirled it grew in his mouth and my right ached for the same treat­ment.  In my head I could see him there as well, just as atten­tive to my right.  I could see them both suck­ing and kiss­ing, teas­ing the tips with their tongues.  Their hands each cup­ping a breast, gen­tly knead­ing with one hand as their other explored each other.  Each grow­ing hard beneath their jeans as they con­tin­ued to kiss and tease, their hands wan­der­ing back and forth between my body and theirs.

From their my mind lin­gered fur­ther, and as Simon sat me on the stool and stood in front of me I real­ized that their sim­i­lar heights would make so many things so sim­ple.  My lips enveloped his cock as soon as it was pre­sented and as I licked up and down his shaft and flicked the tip of his head with my tongue I was think­ing that hav­ing another would be fan­tas­tic.  My hands would work both as my mouth went back and forth, tak­ing long draws off of one before turn­ing to the other.  I would want them to be close;  close enough to touch, both cocks and bod­ies, to explore as I sucked, to each feed me the other.  And as Simon came I had a smile on my face as all of the other pos­si­bil­i­ties ran through my head and sent shiv­ers across my body.

I could wear the girly one.  The cute lit­tle plaid skirt with the pleats, the one that’s a lit­tle too short if I bend over.  The one that show the bows on the tops of my white stock­ings only if I cross my legs just right.  It looks just per­fect with my black mary janes, and the white but­ton down and a sweater vest.  And under­neath it the sim­ple white bra with the lit­tle pink lace, and the panties with the ruf­fles, so sweet and demure.  Two lit­tle bar­rettes to hold my hair back and just a hint of pink lip gloss…

I can imag­ine you would come home and smile.  I’d flirt and twirl, show­ing you the tops of those pretty white stock­ings.  And when you pushed my to my knees I would look up at you as my shiny pink lips engulfed your cock.  I’d suck it long and hard, tak­ing it down my throat as you thrust, and when you came I would swal­low all but the lit­tle bit I’d need to gloss my lips again…

A story con­tin­ued from here…

When I got home Simon was there.  I had told him all about my adven­ture ear­lier in the day already.  There was a whiskey poured and wait­ing for me, and he had a grin that showed me he was up to some­thing.  I took a sip and laughed, ask­ing him what he was plan­ning.  “I’m not plan­ning any­thing, just fol­low­ing orders.  Kate called me shortly after you did.”  I had writ­ten our address and my phone num­ber on the back of one of Simon busi­ness cards with­out think­ing.  I also real­ized that I hadn’t even known her name until Simon had said it.  He kissed my neck and whis­pered “tonight is all about you, I’m just here to watch unless I am told oth­er­wise” as he returned to straight­en­ing he called over his shoul­der “you should take a shower before she gets here, I’ll take care of those boxes.”  I was con­fused, excited, over­whelmed, I real­ized he was talk­ing about the two shoe boxes I had in my hands.  I set them down and took the lin­ger­ing kiss he came over and gave me. This woman had  taken con­trol so quickly, she had plans for me, she had an accom­plice, and I hadn’t even known her name. In a haze I went to shower, whiskey in hand.

I let the water run as I sipped, let­ting it get hot­ter and hot­ter, steam­ing up the room before I even began to take off my clothes.  As I began to undress I thought of her.  Her beau­ti­ful breasts, her hips tight in her skirt, I remem­bered her hands on my calves.  I slipped off my shirt and my hands lin­gered on my nip­ples, hard as rocks even with the heat I could imag­ine her lips sur­round­ing them.  As I slid my stock­ings down I felt her hands again, send­ing elec­tric cur­rents through me with her first touch.  Step­ping out of my skirt I remem­bered the feel­ing of her fin­gers inside me, touch­ing all of the right places, mak­ing me soak them with my excite­ment.  I could still see her stand­ing with my panties in her hand, con­duct­ing busi­ness as usual as my knees shook.

Step­ping into the shower the water shocked and then lulled me back into my mem­ory.  I took my time, slowly soap­ing my body, imag­in­ing her hands where mine were.  Feel­ing them slip over my arms, around my breasts, cup­ping them in her hands.  I imag­ined her pinch­ing my nip­ples, keep­ing me in line and mak­ing sure I knew who was in charge.  My hands moved down to my feet, rub­bing, soap­ing, clean­ing, want­ing them to be per­fect for what­ever she had in mind.  Up my legs soap­ing and rub­bing my calves, my thighs, until I reached my pussy.  Care­fully slip­ping a fin­ger inside I find myself hot and ready.  Slip­pery and wet for rea­sons unre­lated to the water rush­ing over my body.  Lean­ing against the wall of the shower I imag­ine the fin­gers are hers, putting the per­fect amount of pres­sure, cir­cling push­ing, slip­ping in and out.

I hadn’t heard the door open over the rush of the water and the noise in my head, the sound of it shut­ting though brought me out of my fan­tasy and back to cur­rent time.  Not know­ing how long I had been in the shower I fin­ished quickly, leav­ing myself hot and ready, but not sat­is­fied.  Step­ping out of the shower I noticed it hang­ing on the door.  It was obvi­ous that this was what I was expected to change in to.  Kate must already be here, I thought, because this is not mine.

Hang­ing from the hook on the door; black leather, bon­ing that held it’s shape, a deep scoop neck and wider straps.  At first glance it looked like a stan­dard corset, only a bit longer, but upon fur­ther inves­ti­ga­tion I could see that there was noth­ing stan­dard about it.  Steel beads, like the ones on my boots, went top to bot­tom at the back, at first I thought they were dec­o­ra­tive, just pretty beads on each side of a zip­per.  Then I noticed the long silk lace draped around the top of the hanger.  This was a piece that needed to be laced.  I could imag­ine the effect.  The silk weav­ing from bead to bead, cre­at­ing a lat­tice work of silk and steel with naked flesh peek­ing out from behind.

It was the per­fect com­pan­ion to the boots she had sent me home with.  It was also impos­si­ble to put on alone.  Sud­denly I was ner­vous.  Kate would be expect­ing me to wear this for her and I couldn’t.  I was nearly in tears think­ing that I would dis­ap­point her when I saw the note.  A tiny red tag hang­ing from one of the beads.  “Make your­self ready, then come with this to the liv­ing room where Simon and I will be wait­ing.  Don’t for­get the stock­ings”  The tight con­trolled script couldn’t have been writ­ten by any­one other than Kate.  Relief rushed over me fol­lowed by a sub­tle fear.  I knew that we would play, I knew that she would be touch­ing, con­trol­ling, order­ing.  But now I start the game by pre­sent­ing myself to her, not in the pro­tec­tion of a cos­tume, but com­pletely nude.

I was sure I wouldn’t ever be “ready” for what was com­ing, but I wanted it so much.  Nerves and excite­ment filled me as I dried my hair and tried to make myself as beau­ti­ful as I thought she was.  Tak­ing a deep breath I gath­ered my out­fit for the evening and went to the liv­ing room.

The room seemed sud­denly unfa­mil­iar, but beau­ti­ful.  The lights were dimmed but still bright enough to see every­thing.  Can­dles had been lit, it was warm, there was music.  I felt so bare, and I real­ized exactly why she wanted me to enter this way.  It secured her con­trol, it made it obvi­ous to every­one that she was the one with the power this evening.  They sat on the couch.  She was still dressed as she was at the shop.  Simon had changed.  He had dressed to match her in a way.  Black dress pants, per­fectly cut, a white but­ton down shirt, beau­ti­ful black silk tie.  They could have been going out for an evening at the most ele­gant place in town, but there they sat, her knees touch­ing his, both of them smil­ing at me when I walked in.  “Ava, you look beau­ti­ful, come around and let us help you get dressed.”  Her voice was so strong, absolutely com­mand­ing even if she was mak­ing a request.

As I walked to the front of the sofa I noticed that our table was gone, it had been replaced with what could be described as a large rec­tan­gu­lar ottoman.  It was placed per­pen­dic­u­lar to the couch and as I approached she guided me to sit on the edge, just as I had in her store ear­lier that day. “Simon…” she said, and I felt myself being pushed back to lie down and my legs were parted.  My heart raced as she stood, and I felt my left leg being lifted.  Slowly and care­fully the stock­ing was pulled up and smoothed.  The tight band of lace checked by Simons long fin­gers.  My right leg fol­lowed and was cov­ered with silk and lace as well.  Simon had his instruc­tions and he was fol­low­ing them with­out a word.  Again my left leg was lifted and Simon slipped on the boot from ear­lier in the day.  Kate watched with inter­est as he care­fully but­toned each steel pearl, from the heel to the knee before plac­ing my foot back on the floor.  When he fin­ished my right boot as well he sat back on the couch as Kate approached me.

“Those look even more fan­tas­tic now.” She said as she took one heel in her hand.  She held my leg up, inspect­ing, admir­ing, and her other hand brushed the top of my stock­ings.  I gasped as her touch again shocked me, and I felt my pussy warm.  She released my leg and stood between them.  Bend­ing grace­fully she quickly licked the top of each thigh, then smil­ing up at me she bent fur­ther and slowly kissed my hot cunt, barely slip­ping her tongue inside, mak­ing me moan and twist.  Just as grace­fully she stood straight again, and smil­ingly held out her hand.  “Now it’s my turn Ava, stand up and I will dress you.”

The boots stretched my calves, adding height I was not used to.  I felt dizzy and had to con­cen­trate on stand­ing straight.  Again she called for Simon.  With­out fur­ther instruc­tion he was in front of me hold­ing the leather corset out for my arms to slip into.  The neck was much lower than I had even imag­ined and the leather felt cool against my skin.  Simon walked around behind me and I began to feel the silk laces tight­en­ing.  Kate worked slowly, it was obvi­ous that she knew exactly how to begin, how tight to pull, where to loop and tie.  She laced the bust tight enough to push my breasts to the top of the neck line, they sat, round and full, are­oles peek­ing out from the top.  I gasped as she laced the waist, pulling it tight to empha­size my hips, which she laced only tight enough to keep the “dress” on and other laces taunt.  When she fin­ished she stood back to admire her work.  “Close your eyes and stay still.”  I did as she said, my bal­ance shaky but get­ting bet­ter, get­ting accus­tomed to the new heels.  I felt her hands and soft brushes move over my face, and then heard her tell me to open my eyes.

A smile came over her face and she looked up at Simon.  In an instant he was gone and back, return­ing with a hand­held mir­ror as well as a full length one.  “Look.” she said and turned me toward the mir­ror.  I barely rec­og­nized the woman who looked back.  She had changed my face, cre­at­ing a mask almost with dark sul­try eyes, white skin, and a full glossy red mouth.  The “dress” had changed my body, empha­siz­ing the hour­glass shape to an extreme, full breasts push­ing out above a small waist and large hips.  She turned me around and held the small mir­ror for me to see.  The lace work was amaz­ing.  It was like noth­ing I had ever seen before, my skin showed through this elab­o­rate maze of silk and steel from the top of my back down the length, end­ing in an elab­o­rate bow that brushed the sliver of exposed bot­tom.  The effect was stun­ning.  “I’m glad you like it,” she said as she pressed up against me, again slip­ping her fin­gers inside.  I could barely breath.  “Simon, go tell the dri­ver we are ready.”  I looked at her, con­fused.  “Kneel­ing, crawl­ing, and bend­ing, don’t you remem­ber?” She said as she pushed me to my knees.  I looked up at her she smiled her per­fectly sweet smile again.  “That is how you wait Ava, all night tonight, that is how you wait.  And once we reach our des­ti­na­tion you will be bend­ing and crawl­ing.  Kneel­ing, bend­ing, and crawling…I did tell you Ava.  Didn’t I?”  Silently I nod­ded and waited on my knees for the dri­ver and Simon, feel­ing her hand on my shoulder.

Con­tinue the story here.

If you didn’t see the begin­ning start here…

“Well, how can a girl say no…” I told her, my voice shaky but filled with excite­ment.  She pulled me up and walked me across the store.  Hold­ing up my left hand she looked up at me with a smol­der­ing glance, “You’re mar­ried”.  “Hap­pily” I responded, wait­ing for an objec­tion.  “How would he feel about you com­ing home with two pair?”  I paused, know­ing exactly how Simon would feel, try­ing to find out how to word it. “Disappointed…if I didn’t come home with you too.”  She laughed as she sat me down on the bench.  Her hands were more bold as she removed the shoes.  Start­ing at the top of my thigh, smooth­ing down my stock­ings, trac­ing the arch of my foot, the peek-a-boo toe with her fin­ger­tip.  I imag­ined those fin­gers else­where and shiv­ered.  “I have another pair you must try.  Don’t move.”  She rose up and walked to the back room.  I noticed again her curves, and now the details of her cloth­ing.  Neatly tai­lored, harsh almost.  Black skirt tight around her hips, slim to her knees with a long slit in the back.  It allowed her an ease of walk­ing as well as a peek of the top of thigh high stock­ings.  I watched her walk, see­ing lace and creamy skin peek out at me.  Her sweater but­toned from top to bot­tom in the back.  A neat row of pearls that I could imag­ine undo­ing, slowly reveal­ing a soft back and her per­fect breasts com­pletely with a sim­ple shrug of her shoul­ders and a turn.  My face flushed think­ing of it.  And her walk.  So con­fi­dant, so proper.  I couldn’t help but do as she said.

She came back into the room hold­ing a long black box.  I hadn’t moved a mus­cle, she noticed.  “Good girl,” she said with a wink, “I’ll like these on you.”  Open­ing the box she took out a boot, an amaz­ing boot.  Black patent leather, pointed toe, seem­ingly made from a sin­gle piece.  A tall thin heel, at least four inches of what appeared to be steel.  But the most amaz­ing detail was the clo­sure.  Steel balls dot­ted up the out­side of the entire boot, tiny tog­gles, but­ton­ing up the length, it was eas­ily knee high.  The effect was that of a strand of steel pearls run­ning down the out­side of the calf.  This was not a boot to slip on in a hurry.  Pulling me to the end of the bench she posi­tioned me.  She parted my legs, hav­ing me strad­dle the bench and kneeled on one side.  Had she been at the end of the bench she would have had a clear view of the wet spot on my panties.  I knew that she knew it was already there.  “Hold up your leg.”  She held out a hand for my ankle and I quickly obliged.  She slipped the boot on and began to slowly but­ton it.  My leg began to trem­ble from her touch and the ten­sion.  “Keep still” she said sweetly, but behind the sweet was an obvi­ous com­mand.  It took all of my con­cen­tra­tion to keep my leg steady, held in front of me in such an awk­ward posi­tion.  She con­tin­ued to but­ton and my breath­ing got heavy.  I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.  Her nim­ble fin­gers, her breasts, her per­fect pos­ture.  I could imag­ine her con­trol­ling me, her con­fi­dence, her poise.  I felt her bend­ing my knee and was pulled back to the present.  Push­ing my leg up onto the bench she fin­ished the but­tons, and looked at her work.  My knee was to my chest, the heel was so high, it dug into the bench like a knife.  “Lay back,” she told me and once again I imme­di­ately obeyed.  “Oh yes, I like those on you.”  I stayed on my back as she moved in front of me and asked for my other leg.  I could feel her fin­gers on each but­ton and her eyes lin­ger­ing on the wet space between my legs.  In my cur­rent posi­tion I was very exposed, and she was enjoy­ing every minute of it.  Invol­un­tar­ily I glanced at the door to the the shop.  The posi­tion we were both in was not quiet nor­mal for the aver­age shoe bou­tique.  She noticed and said with a laugh “I locked the door and hung the sign as soon as you came in.”  When she fin­ished the other boot she pushed my leg up to match the other.  My skirt fell up and I was lying on the nar­row bench knees in the air, wet pussy peek­ing through closed knees, sim­i­lar in so many ways to the shoes that brought me here in the first place.

“Stand up, let me see.”  I swung my legs to the side of the bench, try­ing to regain my com­po­sure.  As I stood I swayed, dizzy from my thoughts and her touch.  We both laughed a lit­tle and she told me to walk around to her.  Care­fully I moved on heels so high and thin.  They caused me to stand taller and think about every step.  Slowly I came around to her side of the bench.  She had a wide smile and a gleam in her eyes.  “I’m not sure I can walk in these” I said with a laugh.  She cir­cled me like a cat, and turned me to face the bench.  “Walk­ing wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” she pushed my body for­ward, bend­ing me at the waist, plac­ing my hands on the bench in front of me.  She was taller than me and now, with the heels, my ass was right at her hips.  She stood behind me and admired, then, press­ing her hips up against me she bent over my back and whis­pered in my ear, “They will be for kneel­ing, bend­ing, and crawl­ing.”  I panted as again her hand found its way up my skirt and fin­gers found their way to my wetness.

A knock on the door star­tled me, but she remained for a moment, her fin­gers lin­ger­ing, teas­ing me.  She glanced at the door.  “Damn…” look­ing at me she smiled.  “Sweet­heart, I think we should fin­ish this later.  You’re place?  Around six?  You bet­ter take those off so you don’t hurt your­self on the way home, I want you com­pletely in tact.”  I quickly com­posed myself and began unbut­ton­ing, ignor­ing the ques­tion­ing glance from the deliv­ery man.  As she talked busi­ness I packed up the shoe boxes, stack­ing them neatly, get­ting my things together.  I wrote the address on a card and qui­etly went to hand it to her.  She asked the man to excuse her for just a moment and took me to the back room.  With­out a word she reached under my skirt and pulled my soaked panties down.  They slipped around my ankles and she held out her hand.  I quickly retrieved them and handed them over.  She led me back to the front of the store, panties and card held in one hand and con­tin­ued her busi­ness. As I began to leave the store she called me back, “Don’t for­get your shoes, and tell your hus­band he won’t be dis­ap­pointed.”  I began to tell her I hadn’t paid yet, and she held up her hand with the panties.  “Yes you did” she said “I’ll see you at six.”

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