A Pocketful of Surprises (part 1)

A Pocketful of Surprises

Your call was unexpected. Your voice, so deep and rich, like warm honey poured over velvet. The mere sound of it turns my insides into liquid.

“Wear something really sexy.” You say. My breath catches. That wasn’t a request, it was a command. Of course I will. You know I will. You’ve made dinner reservations at one of the swankiest restaurants in the city but first you want to surprise me? I have no idea what you’ve planned but I do know it will end with us having mind shattering sex… it always does. My entire body is tingling.

I spend all afternoon thinking about you, about us, together, tonight. The very thought of you starts a hunger inside that only you can satisfy. Your very presence makes me weak in the knees. When we’re together, it’s impossible to keep our hands off one another. More than a few hours, our clothes are torn off.

I want to run my freshly manicured fingernails down the smooth skin of your strong back. Leave my marks of approval on your body. You always manage to turn me into a mass of quivering flesh just before you make me whole again… a total woman. Each and every time.

I spend hours preparing for you. Bathing, primping, shaving, making sure every single inch of my body is squeaky clean, smooth, lotioned and perfumed. Just for you. To give you pleasure. I want to leave soft footprints of me all over your mind for days to come. My scent, my taste, my image, the sound of my soft moans, the exquisite feel of my body next to yours. I never want you to forget my presence.

I choose my wardrobe carefully. A sexy little black dress. It clings to my body perfectly and accents my curves. The neckline shows just enough cleavage to entice you and make you want more. My lingerie is black, lacy, sexy. The push up bra forms my breasts into round firm melons high on my chest. A matching thong accents my round, spankable ass. The lace crotch pulls tightly against my labia, inviting you to glide your fingers across my folds. I purchased them especially for you and nobody else but you.

I carefully pull on black stockings with lace trim around my thighs. I lift each leg and slowly smooth the sheer fabric before I slip into very high classic Christian Louboutin black patent heels. These heels cost me a week’s salary and they were so worth it. My legs go on forever. All the better to wrap around you.

I slip my dress on and smooth the fabric across my round voluptuous ass. I study myself in the bedroom mirror. Slowly turning around, I know I look good enough to eat. My intentions, precisely.

Your car pulls into the driveway. My heart is in my throat. I nervously fan myself before I open the door. You look so handsome, so sexy standing in my doorway. So very goddamn fuckable! You’re wearing a navy pin-striped suit, a blue dress shirt and tie. Blue is always a good color for you. God, you look handsome. You kiss me lightly and pull me close to you. Just tight enough so I can feel your hardness against my belly.

You’re always the consummate gentleman but even gentlemen can be wicked. Your voice is thick, almost as thick as your cock as you gently lead me to the edge of the couch. Your words are few but compelling. You always know what I like. “Bend over.” It’s all you need to say. I do as I’m told without question. I can’t see what you’re doing but my heart is pounding with excitement as I hear you say. “I brought you a toy.” I smile and arch my back to raise my bottom higher. You slip my dress up over my hips and slowly slide your hands across the soft skin of my quivering ass. God, I want you to fuck me now but I know that’s not what you have in mind.

My mind is racing as I feel something cool and slippery on the tips of your fingers. A simple command. “Spread your legs, hold still and relax.” My brain immediately sends messages to my pussy. I’m instantly wet. My throat closes and I swallow, hard. You pull my thong to the side and gently push your gelled fingers inside my ass. First one, then two as you slowly work the cool gel inside of me. My breath is ragged. I sigh deeply. Something cool and cylindrical slips inside my anus. I gasp with surprise. It feels amazing. Suddenly, a silent buzz goes off inside of me. I let out a small squeak of delight. I’m vibrating! Oh my god! A remote controlled vibrating buttplug! I whimper with pleasure as you turn it on a higher speed. My contented smile reveals everything. This is heavenly! My fingers dig firmly into the arm of the sofa. I take deep staggered breaths as the quivering pulse intensifies.

You playfully slap my bottom. “So little girl, I can tell you like your new toy already, don’t you?” Still bent over, I can only nod my head with approval. To my disappointment, you turn it off, stand me up and turn me around. The look in your eyes is intense, I nearly lose my breath.

Your voice is barely a whisper. “I have the remote in my pocket.” Your smile is wicked, sexy. You smugly pat your jacket pocket. “I’ll turn this baby on whenever I feel the urge to. Are you good with that?”

Again, I nod my head as a soft moan of approval escapes my lips. I’m so fucking aroused. I can’t talk! I’m not certain I’ll be able to concentrate on anything but that remote you’ve tucked inside your jacket pocket.

You pull me next to you and murmur in my ear. “Time to go baby.” You squeeze my bottom in your strong hands. “I hope you’re hungry?” Your smile always makes me melt. Those sexy eyes could easily bring me to my knees and they have many times. Hungry? The only thing I’m hungry for is you! I still can’t speak. The toy shoved deep in my ass is speaking for me right now. I passively nod as you place my wrap around my shoulders, hand me my clutch and escort me out the door.

You smile as you open the car door for me. I know you’re watching closely. I purposely flash my lace covered crotch as I slowly slide into your car. Your eyes glimmer. It’s the look you always get when you want to fuck me. I offer you a sweet sexy smile and blink innocently, several times, feigning innocence… but we both know the truth. It’s all part of the game.

Some small talk, not much. There’s no need for it. The electricity between us is saying everything right now. The night air is cool. You smell divine, like leather and aftershave. I love your scent. Sometimes it awakens me in the middle of the night. The essence of you on my skin always arouses me. I masturbate and go back to sleep, thinking about you. You turn me on, that much.

We’re driving. The music is caressing my soul. You’re keenly aware of how I respond to music. I’m leaning back, relaxed, content. You reach into your pocket and turn up the juice on the vibrator. My body tenses, my eyes widen and I catch my breath. A contented smile crosses my lips as I close my eyes and inhale deeply. The intense vibration of the toy travels from my ass to my pussy and up my spine. My knuckles whiten as I grip the leather seat. I want to cum so badly right now. You sense my impending orgasm and perform sweet torture on me by turning the control down to a slight tremor.

I slowly part my thighs and reach for your hand. You give me a sideways glance with that sexy smirk. I place your palm against the dampness of my crotch. I want you to know just what you’re doing to me. I can see the approval by the large bulge in your navy pinstriped slacks.

Your fingers cup around my lacy thong. The sheer fabric is saturated with my juices. My pussy is throbbing. I shift my hips and part my thighs wider. Your fingers slide inside my panties, inching their way to my vagina. We travel down the freeway in the dark. My ass is vibrating. My pussy is pulsating. My passion, heated. My soul is on fire… as you steadfastly finger fuck me to distraction.

My breathing is erratic. My pulse is racing. A deep rouge blush covers my chest. The vibrator is turned all the way up as you shove your hand deep inside my drenched pussy. My moans become louder, more urgent. The sloshing sound of your fingers drilling into me drowns my cries.

I’m biting my lip so hard I can almost taste blood. I curse you. I praise you. I beg you not to stop. The lights of oncoming traffic flash across your handsome face as you continue to drive. All the while, you’re driving me crazy. My ass is vibrating. My pussy is aching. Your fingers buried deeply inside me. My knees are wide apart, as wide as I can spread them. I want more and more and more!

My body slips further down into the seat. I’m whimpering like a hungry kitten. “Please let me cum?” I’m pathetically begging you. “You’re making me crazy baby! Please let me cum?”

Your smile is so smug. You’re completely in control of me now. Your voice is gruff and commanding. “Rub yourself little girl. Help me make you cum.” My fingers eagerly find my swollen clitoris. It’s hard, throbbing, aching. I rub briskly through the sheer black, soaking wet crotch of my panties. My chest is heaving. I’m trying to catch my breath. Your fingers are shoved so deeply inside me. Your thumb slides up and touches my clitoris. My fingers push hard against your thumb. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I can feel it rising from my very core.

My pussy starts to contract around your fingers. The tingling and numbness spreads from my inner thighs and travels up my spine until it reaches the tip of my head and down my legs at the same time. I have literally stopped breathing. I suck in oxygen but my lungs aren’t capable of holding it. A low growl comes from deep inside my chest and turns into a piteous squeal as it reaches my lips. My nostrils flair, my eyelids flutter and every muscle in my body tenses. I lose all sense of presence as my orgasm possesses my body.

I can see the gratified look on your face. You expertly steer us down the highway to our destination while taking me to indescribable heights. I collapse onto the seat. My body shudders and convulses as your fingers slide out. You gently cup my sated sex. I smile at you sweetly and take in a deep breath. Absolute satisfaction. You reach into your pocket and turn the vibrator off… for now.

We have arrived at the restaurant. I sit up, adjust myself and try to gain my composure. I grin. “So that was my surprise?”

Your laugh is wicked. You throw your head back as those sexy eyes sparkle in the night. Stroking my cheek, I can smell my cum on your fingers. “Not on your life, my love… the tip of the iceberg.” I squirm in my seat as you pat your jacket pocket. “Our night has just begun. I have much more in store for you.”

My heart skips and my pussy throbs in anticipation of the rest of our evening.

TO BE CONTINUED