She walked out of the airport gate and started to head for baggage claim when she noticed a chauffeur holding a sign with her name on it. She walked over to him, puzzled. She wasn't expecting anyone to meet her after her trip. Her kids have been on visitation at their dad's house all week and aren't due back until next week.

"Are you sure this is for me?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am. The gentleman described you perfectly."

"What gentleman? How did he describe me?"

"I can't reveal our clients, but he described you as a sexy, stunning redhead. I would have to say you fit that description perfectly."

"Thank you. What am I supposed to do? I've never had a driver before."

"First we'll get your bags. The car is right out front. My instructions were very specific, however, I am not to divulge them to you. I was told to give this to you" he said, handing her an envelope. She took the envelope and opened it. It was from him! A huge smile lit up her face as she silently read the note:

"Hi Sweety," it started, "I've been thinking about you and the wonderful evening we had. I'd like to have a second date with you."

"Second date?" she thought, "He's hundreds of miles away. How can we have a second date?" She hadn't read far enough.

"I know we can't be together physically, so we'll have a fantasy date. I've taken care of everything. The car will take you everywhere you need to go, and then home. Relax and enjoy it. I know you'll have a good time. Welcome home."

She turned to the chauffeur and knew everything would be okay. "Let's go!" she said.

They headed to baggage claim, then outside where a beautiful stretch limo was waiting. She climbed in the back and noticed a box of roses on the seat next to her. "For You" the card said.

There was also another note. She carefully opened the envelope as the car pulled away from the airport terminal.

"I see you made it into the car. I hope you liked the roses. We've got a couple of stops to make on the way home, so sit back, relax and have a drink. I've taken the liberty of ordering your favorite wine."

She looked at the well stocked limo's bar and sure enough, there was a bottle of wine that she had told him she really liked. She poured herself a glass and sat back to watch the world slip by on her way to an adventure she could only imagine.

As they rode along, her thoughts drifted back to him. He had been the one bright spot in the week. She met him at a nightclub near her hotel. He was tall, boyishly handsome, with piercing blue eyes and a devilish smile that hinted at the bad boy hidden within. He was doing a country line dance when she first saw him, and he was good! His body moved easily and gracefully, unlike most other guys who are too uncoordinated to dance. He wore his jeans well and was in good shape. He had noticed her watching him, and when their eyes met, he flashed a smile of lustful appreciation.

After the song he was dancing to was over; he had come over, ordered a round of drinks, and struck up a conversation. The conversation was laced with sexual overtones and innuendoes. He listened attentively to her as they chatted the night away. She was impressed by the way he talked and expressed himself, and the wide range of subjects they covered. This was a REAL conversation, not a pick-up line. Even now, she can't recall him ever covering the big four points most men use to impress women: what he did for a living, how much money he made, what kind of car he drove or how well hung he was. In fact, now that she thought about it, after all those hours of conversation, she knew very little about him. A sexy man of mystery.who could dance.

When the band played a slow song, he took her by the hand and led her to the floor. Among the swaying bodies, he had held her close, their bodies pressed together and moving in such perfect synch that they looked like one person. As they danced, he put his hand on the small of her back. She had been wearing a crop top shirt that left her midriff exposed. As he touched her, it felt electric. His cool hand on her warm skin felt good. He moved his hand slowly around her back, as if mapping it out. Then, as they danced, he began to massage her back. As he did, knotted muscles that she hadn't noticed began to relax. She almost melted into him. Not only was he relaxing her, he was finding erogenous zones she didn't know she had. His fingers worked magic on her back, and she had gotten aroused by it. As the song ended, she could hardly walk off the floor!

Back at the bar, they stood leaning against it when he had reached out and gingerly poked her belly-button, which was exposed below the edge of her shirt. This was a hot button she didn't know about either. As he touched her, it tickled, but also sent a charge throughout her body she had never felt before. He knew where, and how to touch a woman. Where'd he learn that? It didn't matter, because she was getting all the benefits of his education that night. Now she wished she had worn panties to soak up the evidence of her arousal. She had never been so wet! He knew what her was doing, but continued nonchalantly to tease her unmercifully. When a man squeezed in behind him to order a drink, he was forced to move closer to her. Still leaning on the bar with his right arm, his hand moved to within a fraction of an inch of her left breast. Unseen to all, he reached out and stroked her now erect nipple through her shirt with the back of his index finger. But his payback was coming. When he excused himself to go to the bathroom and moved past her, she reached out and goosed his butt. Nice.

They spent the entire evening together, dancing, talking, laughing, and flirting outrageously. He was the first man she had ever met that she felt KNEW her, knew how SHE felt. She told him things she only shared with her girlfriends. She told him about her fantasies, her past relationships, and her family. He took in every word she said without judgement or opinion. He was LISTENING! They could both feel the definite chemistry there. They were definitely attracted to each other, yet there was no hurry.no pressure to do anything more than just be together at that moment. When the time came to leave, she didn't want to, but she had to get up early to catch her flight home. He had walked her to her car, hugged her tightly and gently kissed her. A perfect kiss.not a peck and not a dental exam. It was the perfect kiss to a perfect evening.

Her recollections ended just as the limo pulled up to the curb and stopped. 'How long have we been driving?" she wondered. Long enough to drink her wine apparently, as she looked at the empty glass in her hand. The door opened and the chauffeur helped her out. As she stood up, she felt a little buzz from the wine starting. "What are we doing here?" she asked.

"You're supposed to go in there," the chauffeur said, pointing to a small shop, "they're expecting you. I'll be here when you're done."

She felt nervous as she approached the shop door. The windows of the shop were tinted so that she couldn't see inside. There was no sign, name, or anything that told her what kind of store this was. She opened the door and stepped inside.

A slender, obviously gay, young male clerk looked up from the counter as she entered.

"Oh honey!," he said, "we've been waiting for you. Right this way! We've already got your outfits picked out and your gifts wrapped. All you have to do is try them on."

"Outfits?."

"Oh yes! And they are marvelous! You'll look smashing in them."

He led her toward a curtain that looked like a dressing room.

"OK, in you go! Don't be shy! Let me see how it looks when you get it on!"

She entered the booth. Inside, hanging on hangers were a black leather halter top, and black chaps. On the bench were black high heeled cowboy boots, a black cowboy hat, and another note. She opened the envelope.

"I'm glad you made it this far. I thought I'd show you some of those country dance moves I was doing. But you have to dress the part. And since you were checking out MY butt, I get to check out yours. Try this on. I'm sure it'll look great! The clerk also has some other things for you that I've picked out for our date."

She felt a little embarrassed by this, but the wine was loosening up her inhibitions so she started to undress and put on her cowboy outfit.

The halter top was more like a leather string bikini, but it was comfortable and fit her perfectly. The chaps were glove soft and tight. She wriggled into them and cinched them up. Since she didn't wear underwear, her butt and red bush were left exposed. The back of the chaps ended just below her cheeks, giving her a little buttlift, which she liked. She put the boots and hat on and admired herself in the mirror. Her tits had never been big but she liked not having to wear a bra all the time. He hips were still slim, her stomach flat and taut, and her tan blended with her red hair and green eyes. "Not bad" she thought to herself.

"How're you doin in there?" came the wispy voice of the clerk.

"Great!," she said as she boldly opened the curtain and stepped out. "What do you think?"

The clerk, obviously not a sexual threat to her, looked her up and down, adjusted a few things here and there, and smiled broadly with delight "Oh, I love it! Love it! LOVE IT!"

She started to step back into the booth.

"What are you doing?" asked the clerk.

"I was going to change."

"Oh, no, no, no honey! You're supposed to wear that!"

"I can't wear this outside! Everyone will see me!"

"No they won't. There are two more pieces to the outfit." The clerk reached into a rack next to the booth and pulled out a leather trenchcoat. "Here, this will keep you covered up."

"I thought you said there were TWO pieces?"

"Check the coat pocket."

She reached into the pocket and felt a bulge. She pulled it out. It was a pair of silk thong panties with a strange bump at the crotch area. "What's this?"

"Those are remote controlled vibrating panties."

"Are you kidding me?"

"No! Look! Try them on!"

She slipped them on and the clerk helped her position the tiny, built-in vibrator in the right place. He picked up a remote control from the counter.

"Are you ready?"

"I don't know."

The clerk hit the switch and she jumped as the panties sprung to life, tickling her clit with tiny vibrations. The clerk pushed another button and the buzzing changed from a steady rhythm to a strong, staccato pulse.

"OOH!" she squealed as the sensation awakened her. She looked at him and smiled.

He turned the panties off and handed her the remote. "It has three speeds and eight different pulse patterns. I think you and your friend will have lots of fun with these!"

The clerk stepped into the dressing room, collected her things, and put them in a bag. He helped her put on the trenchcoat, and then handed her the bag with her clothes and another bag with wrapped packages.

"Don't open these until you're told to! It's been my pleasure to serve you."

With that, she was pointed to the door and walked out, nearly naked beneath her coat. The chauffeur tipped his hat as she got in, and she tipped her new cowboy hat back at him. The limo pulled away on the way to its next destination. Alone in the back, she reached into her pocket and took out the remote control. She laid back on the seat, opened her coat, and began to flip through the different speeds and pulse options, enjoying how each one felt on her swelling lips and aching clit. She wished he was here to fuck her silly right now.

All she had done was kiss this man, and now she was wanting him more than any man she had ever wanted. She wanted to see him smile with devilish delight watching her writhe and squirm on the limo seat. She wanted to suck him, and wanted him deep inside her.

The combination of being nearly naked in a moving car, the vibrations of the panties, and her own imagination sent her over the edge as a thunderous orgasm crashed over her. Wave after wave of pleasure swept over her, until she nearly passed out from pleasure. The limo slowed and then stopped. She quickly hit the off button on the remote, sat up, closed her coat, and tried to act normal. Just then the door opened and the chauffeur leaned in.

"Everything alright, ma'am?" he asked, as if he couldn't smell the heady, musky scent of sex that hung in the air.

"Yes, fine."

"I'm supposed to run in and get another package for you. I'll be back in a minute."

"Oh! Okay," she stammered, "I'll just stay here."

"Yes ma'am. I'll be back in a minute."

"OK!" she said, reaching for the wine bottle. "I guess while he's gone, I'll have me another drink!" she thought to herself. She poured herself another glass and slumped back into the seat to watch people walk by on the sidewalk through the tinted limo windows.

She was getting hot, so she took off the trenchcoat, and sat there with her bare ass on the limo's cool leather seat. She got even bolder and removed her top. As she sat there in her chaps, boots, and panties, she wondered what people would say if they could look in the windows and see her. She leaned back and pulled the panties aside, exposing her now drenched pussy to the cool air. Anyone who opened the door at that moment would have a great view. She reached up and dipped her finger in the wine and then rubbed it on her clit. The cool liquid felt good. She dipped her finger in the wine again, and then inserted it deep inside her, mixing the wine with all her steaming juices. She pulled her finger out and licked it. The sweet wine and salty cum cocktail wasn't bad. But before she could indulge herself further, she saw the chauffeur coming out with a package, so she covered herself up and drank her wine. The driver put the package in the trunk and then got into the front seat and pulled away. He called her from the phone in the front seat.

"How are you doing so far?" he asked.

"Fine."

"We have another stop in a few minutes for dinner. You'll have to get out and go inside for this stop, so you'll need to be covered. And I was told to tell you to make sure you wear your panties."

The limo pulled up to a restaurant and the driver opened the door for her. She stepped from the limo and felt a slight chill in the air. It made her nipples hard under her coat and halter top. She felt a little out of place entering such an elegant restaurant dressed as she was. The men standing in line waiting for tables seemed to enjoy the view, but their wives and girlfriends definitely did not. But she felt great after the maitre'd brushed past all of those snobs to greet her and escort her directly to her table.

The table was actually a booth in a corner, away from the main traffic. It had a white linen tablecloth that hung down, and was cozily lit with two candles. Fine china and crystal sparkled in the candlelight. As she was seated, the maitre'd handed her another envelope. Another note. "Enjoy, madame" he said as he sauntered off. The wine steward immediately approached with a third glass of her favorite wine, and was just as quickly gone again.

She opened the envelope and began to read the note:

"I hope you are enjoying yourself so far and finding our date 'satisfying'. (If he only knew HOW satisfying so far! Maybe he did!) By now you will be wearing your new outfit. I'm sure it looks wonderful. It's too bad I couldn't have been there with you when you tried it on. I would have loved to see if you are a true redhead. Of course, the sight of you in that sexy outfit probably would have been too much for me, and I would have had to pull you into the dressing room, spread your legs, gotten on my knees, and tasted your sweet nectar. Then I would have bent you over the chair in the room and rode you hard, holding on to your chap straps while I pounded my hard cock into you. Would you have liked that?"

She thought about it for a second. "Definitely!"

"All that activity would have worked up an appetite, so I've brought you here to my favorite restaurant. We'll have dinner and then move on to other things. "

Just then the waiter appeared and began preparing a fresh Caesar salad right at the table. He told her she was supposed to continue reading her note.

"The waiter would come to our table to make the salad. Remember the panties you have on? If I was there, I would have the remote! And as the waiter was making our salad, I would have turned it on to a slow, low humm. But I'm not there so you have to do it. Turn it on. Not loud enough for him to hear, but enough for you to feel pulsing through your hot pussy."

She reached for the remote in her pocket and turned on the vibrating panties.

"And I would make you sit there, talking, drinking, laughing, all the while pretending nothing is going on. Even when you come, you're not allowed to let him know you just came, again." As she read, she could feel herself getting wet and losing control.

The waiter continued to make the salad. "How long does it take to make a fucking salad!" she thought. He just looked at her occasionally and kept on stirring in ingredients.

She felt her orgasm building. "And as you got ready to come, I would reach under the table and pull the panties aside, put my fingers inside you, and feel the contractions of your hot, wet orgasm clamp down on them. But since I'm not there, you'll have to do it."

She slipped her hand under the table, all the time trying to act calm and normal. She pulled the panties aside as she had in the limo and slowly inserted two fingers inside her. "I am SO wet!" she thought.

The waiter started to dish up salad onto her plate just as her orgasm started. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation for a moment, all the while biting her lip to keep from screaming or moaning out loud. She opened her eyes to see the waiter looking directly at her. "I'm sorry, what?" she gasped

"Ground pepper?" he asked, apparently for the second time.

"Yes, please," she was able to get out. She picked up the note and began reading again.

"Did you enjoy that? I did. Now we can enjoy our salad. Please.eat." That was the end of the note.

She picked up her fork in her very shaky hand; the same hand that a minute ago had its fingers buried deep inside her. She ate quietly and calmed down a little. The waiter brought the next course, fresh lobster, and another note. After the waiter left, she opened the envelope.

"How was your salad? Now it's time for the meat dish. Look under the napkin where I would be sitting if I were there with you." She did and saw a wrapped package about 8 inches long. "Take the package and unwrap it."

She slipped the package into her lap and began to unwrap it. She blushed when she saw what it was, but wasn't surprised, given the "tone" of the evening. It was a dildo. A very realistic and lifelike one at that. Nice size and heft. She picked up the note and continued reading.

"Do you like it? I'd like to show you mine in person, but this one is molded from mine, so it's an exact replica. If I was there with you, we'd be enjoying our lobster, dripping in hot, melted butter. Take some of the butter and lube up my dick." She dipped her fingers in the melted butter and smeared it all over the fabulous cock until it glistened in the candlelight. "Now put it inside you. I want you to put it all the way in and sit on it while you eat the lobster. I want to fill you up while we dine."

She shifted slightly in her seat, slipped the soaked panties to the side again, and inserted the dildo deep inside her. "Oh that feels good!" she thought. She moved the panties back into position to keep the cock inside her, feeling its fullness and hardness fill her hot channel.

As she ate her lobster, she could feel his cock inside her. Every time she moved to reach for the butter, or to crack a part of the shell, or to pull the meat out, she felt her wet pussy sliding around on his buttered pole. It was, needless to say, the best lobster she had ever had.

Finally, the waiter came back and brought dessert, and another note. She looked at the dessert, a rich creamy cheesecake in a puddle of chocolate sauce. It looked sinfully delicious. She opened the latest note. "It's time for you to eat your dessert. If I were there, I'd eat YOU for dessert. But I also want you to participate in our fantasy, not just let it happen to you. So as you eat your dessert, imagine I am there and what you would do to me."

She thought about it for a minute, then knew exactly what she'd do. She pulled her panties aside again, pulled out his fake cock, and set it on the booth seat next to her. She imagined him sitting there, and she had just reached below the table, unzipped his pants, and released the real thing, which sprung from his pants ready for action. She would reach up to her dessert and scoop up some chocolate sauce and smear it all over his cock. Then, while she calmly ate her dessert with her left hand, she would jerk him off with her right. As she pumped his turgid tool, she would feel the chocolate sliding up and down as a lubricant, coating his cock and dripping onto his balls.

As she pumped, she would watch his face, telling him that HE would have to keep a straight face this time. As his own orgasm approached, she would feel his balls tighten and his cock harden even further.

As he came, she would squeeze him just enough to keep the white, hot, sticky cum from spurting everywhere. As the salty fluid erupted, it flowed down across her hand and mixed with the chocolate as she continued to stroke him. As his orgasm subsided, she would look him straight in the eyes, bring her chocolate and cum coated hand up and lick it clean. To cool him off a little, she would take a napkin, dip it in her glass of ice water, and clean up his subsiding erection. When he was all clean, she would tuck him back in his pants, zip him up, and smile. "How was that?" she would say.

As she played this scenario in her mind, she acted it out on his dildo. The only thing wrong was it didn't come, or get soft. But she did clean it up and put it back in its package, along with the notes she had received.

The waiter came back a last time. "Did you enjoy your meal, madame?"

"Very much so, thank you."

"The check was already taken care of, so you are requested to meet your limousine out front."

"Thank you."

She got up and went to the ladies room, where she peed and wiped away some of the juices that had been freely flowing from her pussy all evening. She adjusted her panties, cinched up her coat, and went outside to meet the limo.

The driver was waiting for her and tipped his hat as he opened the door for her to get in. On the seat was another note. As the limo drove away, she began to read this one.

"I hope you enjoyed our dinner. I wish I could have been there. I know you've had a long week, so now we'll go home and relax a little."

The limo pulled up to her house, and the chauffeur pulled her bags out of the trunk, along with the bags of gifts from the "toy" store and whatever he got on the second stop. He brought the bags in and placed them in the foyer.

"Ma'am, my job is done. I hope you've had a very pleasurable ride with me, and that you have a very nice evening." The driver then handed her another note, tipped his hat a final time, walked back to the limo, and drove away.

"Now what?" she wondered.

"Welcome home," the note started, "I know you'll probably want to take a few minutes to check your messages, mail, maybe put your clothes away. So I'll just give you a few minutes to do that, then we'll continue. I only ask that if you want to check your emails, you do that last, because the last one I want you to open is from me. See you soon"

Among the bags, she noticed the large gift bag next to the door. The note attached to it said "Don't Open This Until You Read Your Email!" She hadn't seen this bag before, so it must have been the one the driver picked up.

She spent a few minutes checking her mail and messages. Nothing that couldn't wait. She took her suitcase, laptop, and the gift bag into her bedroom, and unpacked her clothes so they wouldn't wrinkle.

She had finished unpacking except for his gift bag and her laptop. She hooked it into the phone, sat on the end of the bed,.and turned it on. She was anxiously nervous as the computer whirred to life and booted up. She hit the button to link to the net and waited again as the modem connected to her to her email account. The icon showed she had new mail. As she pulled up her inbox, she saw his message, Subject: You've Got Male! "Clever" she thought. She double-clicked the headline.opening the message and began to read.

"Hi Sweety. When you open the large bag, our date starts again. You'll find presents in there that are numbered. Take out number one and open it when you're ready and read the instructions."

She undid the bow of her gift bag and peeked inside. She saw the package marked #1 with another note. "Now that we've had dinner, let's get you relaxed and set up some ambiance." She unwrapped the box and opened it. Inside was a wine glass and more of her favorite wine, some candles, a CD, lavender bubble bath, and another note. "Please pour yourself some wine, turn off the lights, and light the candles. Draw yourself a warm bubble bath, put the CD on, and have yourself a relaxing soak. When you're done, open package number 2"

She went into the bathroom and started the water in the tub. She poured the bubble bath into the rushing stream and smelled the sweet scent of lavender as it began to fill the room. She remembered telling him she loved lavender. She went back into the bedroom and opened the wine and poured a glass. She turned off the lights, put the candles on the nightstand and lit them. She took two candles into the bathroom and put them on the vanity and lit them as well. She turned on her CD player, which she remembered telling him she had in her bedroom, and put the CD on. The music was slow, smooth jazz.

As she started to get undressed, she turned to the empty bed, imagined him laying there watching her, and began a slow strip tease to the erotic beat. She slowly untied her halter, holding it up against her breasts as the straps fell loose, and then tossed it onto the bed, leaving her topless. She danced around the room in her cowboy hat, chaps, boots, and power panties, transformed by the pulsing beat. Sipping her wine, she continued to feel the music as it flowed through her. She put her cowboy hat on the bedpost, then ran her fingers through her long red hair. She sat on the edge of the bed to slip off her boots, then continued to dance. She sipped some more wine and wriggled seductively as she faced the bed and slid the satin panties she had completely soaked with her juices many times over her slim hips. All she had left was her chaps. She bent over and wriggled her ass at the bed seductively, pretending he was there. She unhooked the straps and slowly peeled the chaps off her creamy thighs. She stepped out of one leg, and flung the chaps into the corner with the other foot.

She remembered the bath was still running and grabbed her robe and wine glass and headed into the bathroom. The tub was full but not overflowing. She set her wine down, dropped the robe, and then retrieved her wine before stepping into the frothy pool.

The water was hot, but she quickly got used to it. She spent the next 30 minutes with her eyes closed, sipping her wine and listening to the music, letting all the troubles of the busy week melt away. The hot water, candlelight, wine, and music were getting her VERY horny again, and she began to play with herself. She let her fingers drift between her legs and massage her swelling lips.

There was a sense of urgency as she parted the lips and found her clit, which was erect and begging for attention. She tried to slowly excite the sensitive bud, but her body needed another release.now! She came with a shudder as the waves of pleasure swept over her for the third time. After she recovered, she finished the last of her wine, pulled the plug on the bath, and toweled the sudsy bubbles off her warm flesh. She put on her robe and went back into the bedroom. She put her laptop away and opened the gift bag to get the second package.

It contained a tube of shaving cream, a razor, and a bottle of lavender scented massage oil, and, surprise, another note.

"Now that you've had your bath and are relaxed, let me relax you even more. First, though, we'd do a little grooming, with your permission. I noticed when I was eating you in the dressing room that you trimmed your pussy, but that some stubble had grown out. So let me take care of that for you. If I were there, I'd have you lay down on your bed, naked of course, and give you a nice shave. The hot bath water would have softened the hair down there, so now is a good time to do it. You would lie on your bed and I would carefully apply the shaving lotion. It's a special brand I use the gives a super close shave with no nicks. I'd carefully trim and shave your beautiful red bush. Not completely off like a little girl, but to give you a nice, trim look. I'd completely shave your lips though. You'll find the smooth feeling totally arousing and much more sensitive later when I go down on you again. Now, since I'm not there, you may have to do the shaving yourself, if you'd like.

After we were done with the grooming, I'd give you complete body massage. I'd start by putting this bottle of oil in a bowl of hot water to warm it. I'd cover your with a towel, only exposing the part I'm working on. I'd start with you face down, and would work on your shoulders, neck, back, and legs. I'd move slowly, like I did on the dance floor, finding the knots and kinks and working them out. You'd be very relaxed right now. I'd move back to one of my favorite parts and take a little extra oil and drizzle it down the crack of your ass, letting it run down into your freshly shaved pussy. I'd knead and squeeze your cheeks and upper thighs, occasionally letting my hand "slip" a little too high and brushing your hot lips, maybe even slipping a finger inside you now and then. With all the oil and slick skin, maybe I'd even gently insert a finger into your ass. Would you like that? You must, because you spread you legs wider, allowing me to keep my index finger in your ass and put my thumb in your hot pussy, like holding a six pack of beer. I take my thumb out and move it to your hard clit, slick with oil. In just a few moments, I have you coming again, but this time I feel your ass contracting on my fingers as you come.

Now I flip you over and start massaging you again, this time on the front. I drizzle the warm oil all over your chest and stomach, watching it pool in your belly button. I massage your chest, paying special attention to your tits and nipples, watching them grow and move under my hands. I work my way down past your ribs and across your flat stomach, moving slowly down your body. My oil soaked hands move across your thighs and down your legs. I spend some time working on your thighs, calves, and feet. As you lay there spreadeagle, I see your shiny, oil covered pussy begging for attention.

So I bring my hands back up your legs, around your stomach, and back down between your legs. I run may hands gently across your smooth lips. You feel the sensation, intensified by the lack of pubic hair. I play with your lips for awhile, until I can't stand it any longer. I must taste you.

I lower my head between your legs and savor your aroma. I gently lick your lips, tasting the lavender oil mixed with sweat. I spread your lips and see your clit staring back at me, waiting for me. I flick it with my tongue. You jump. I gently suck on it. You start to moan. I move down and bury my tongue deep inside you, lapping up your juices like a hungry dog. I start to tongue-fuck you, with my nose hitting your clit as I do. I turn slightly and begin to nibble the insides of your thighs, giving your pussy a break, but only for a moment, before I return to french kiss it again. I put my hands under your legs and raise them up in the air, exposing you even more. I am voracious now, licking and sucking you all over. I flick my tongue everywhere, over your clit, inside your pussy, over your asshole.

You are thrashing so hard in pleasure it's hard to keep on target. But you grab my head with your hands and guide me back on target. I latch on to your clit and gently suck it again. This time, I'm going to make you come. It doesn't take long. I insert one, then two fingers into your pussy and massage your G spot as I suck your clit. I feel your orgasm approach as your pussy tightens around my fingers. Then you let go as another orgasm rips through you. It's a powerful one, and your juices flow freely into my waiting mouth. Mmmmmm."

"But since I'm not there, you'll have to do it yourself. Perhaps you'll shave your sweet pussy as I've described. Maybe you'll get a bottle of oil and follow along, oiling your body and feeling the slick sensations on your freshly shaved pussy as you stroke yourself. Perhaps you have toys in your nightstand that you can play with, inserting them in your hot snatch or your tight ass. Maybe you'll tell me in your own words what you do."

"But if I WERE there, at this point I think you'd have to rest, and would want to return the pleasures I've been giving you. So you sit up and push ME down on the bed. You get the shaving lotion, razor, and bowl of warm water and shave me as well. You clean all the hair off my cock and balls, leaving them silky smooth.

After you clean off all the shaving cream with a warm towel, you lower your head and place your hot mouth around my fresh, clean cock, You engulf me with your mouth, feeling the hardness of my cock as it fills your mouth. You tongue swirls around the head, teasing me. You give a great blowjob. I don't care where you learned it. You hold my cock firmly in your hand as you suck each of my smoothly shaved balls into your mouth. You are a savage, attacking my cock with gentle fury.

You stop sucking me and retrieve the oil. You pour it over my chest, then smear it all over me. You lie on top of me, and I feel your breasts and warm skin sliding over mine. I play with your tits, tweaking the nipples. You bend forward and offer them to me. I suck them eagerly, first one, then the other. The devil has you now. You push me back on the bed and retrieve, from somewhere, three silken scarves. You proceed to tie my hands to the bedpost with two of them, and blindfold me with the other. I am now at your mercy."

"You begin to tease me some more. Without the sense of sight, my other senses are more acute. I feel you licking my nipples, I feel you scratching my thighs. I can only tell where you are by the movements on the bed. Suddenly, you plant yourself on my face, nearly drowning me with juice. I lap it up eagerly as I feel you take me in your mouth in a wonderful sixty-nine. You grind your pussy into my face as you feverishly suck my dick. I feel you sit up, pressing your pussy further into my face, and then the trickle of oil on my stomach and cock. You rub it in all over my cock and balls, squeezing them, kneading them, working me with a great handjob. The sensation of the warm oil and your hands on my smoothly shaved balls and cock is incredible. You even get me back by inserting a slender, oily finger up my ass."

"You pause for a moment, remove my blindfold, and we kiss passionately. Our eyes meet again with a devilish twinkle, as if to say, 'we both know we're adults and nobody's getting hurt, so let's have some no-strings attached fun.' It's as if we both understand that there is a difference between making love and fucking. Since we hardly know each other, we're just fucking.

You untie my hands so that I can play with your naked body. You are sitting on me, and retrieve a condom from your nightstand and reach down to roll it onto my hardon. Then finally, slowly, teasingly you inch yourself onto me bit by bit, until I am completely inside you. We stop for a moment to enjoy the sensation of being coupled.

Then slowly you begin to fuck me, raising yourself up and down, riding me. Your smooth, hot, wet, oily pussy makes sucking noises as my smooth, oily hard cock slides in and out. With our pubic hair shaved, we can both clearly see my cock disappear inside you. Your legs start to tire, so I grab you around the waist and flip you over into the missionary position.

Now, I start fucking you, moving my cock in a steady rhythm, watching your face as you enjoy a good fuck. After a few minutes, we switch positions again, and go doggy-style. Your red hair flutters as each stroke slams you forward. I reach around to stroke your clit as I fuck you. You start to moan and scream with pleasure. You are telling me to fuck you harder. I grab your slim hips and watch my cock bury inside you. Your pussy feels incredible, sucking me in with every stroke. I playfully spank your butt. You stop momentarily, turn your head, smile approvingly, and then start fucking me again. So I spank you some more, harder this time, until your ass cheeks turn bright pink. So you like it rough? I grab the oil bottle from the nightstand and pour some on your burning ass, allowing it to run down the crack of your butt and onto my pistoning tool. I massage the oil in to soothe the burn of your spanking."

You pull forward, pulling me out of you, and tell me to lie down. You pull the condom off my cock and retrieve another one from the nightstand. You put it on me, and then lubricate it with oil. You straddle me and position yourself above me.

Holding my cock, you slowly lower yourself onto me again. But you are tighter this time, and I look toward your pussy and realize that you are taking me up your ass.

You slowly lower yourself, pausing to adjust to this new sensation, until my cock is embedded in your ass. I don't move because I want you to set the pace. There is some discomfort initially, but you smile at me as it dissipates and slowly begin to fuck me. You rise and fall slowly, your ass loosening up to accept the intruder. I reach forward and massage your pussy and your clit.

You lean back on your arms and I am able to insert two fingers inside you, feeling my cock through the thin membrane that divides them. Then you lean forward and, like a gymnast on a piece of equipment, rotate your body so that your back is to me. You lean back and lay on top of me. Your head drapes on my shoulder, and I can reach around to feel your breasts and your pussy, with my cock still buried in your ass. We remain like this for a minute, barely moving. Then I roll you over onto your side in a spoon position and start to fuck your ass again. Slowly at first, then harder, until you are able to take my whole cock up your ass with little pain. I feel my orgasm approaching and whisper in your ear that I'm going to come.

You want to taste my cum and want us to come together, so I pull out of your ass, you remove the condom, quickly wash my cock with the towel you used when you shaved me, and then assume a sixty-nine position again, but this time laying side to side. You eagerly suck my cock as I lick your pussy again. It doesn't take long for us to bring each other back to the edge. We explode simultaneously, our moans muffled by the job of catching one another's liquid treasures. You hold me cock in your mouth as it spurts its salty fluid deep down your throat, while I am nearly drowned by the juices expelled by your powerful vaginal contractions. When the waves of pleasure have subsided, we disentangle and each roll onto our backs; oily, sweaty, exhausted.

After a few moments, we sit up and kiss. We get out of bed and head for the bathroom. We take a shower together, washing away the evidence of our night of fun. There is still one more thrill for us, however. All this sex and the warm shower has made us both have to pee. Instead of interrupting the moment, we hold no secrets and it will all wash away. I am fascinated as I bend down to watch you. You spread your legs and squat slightly, then let go with a strong stream of golden fluid. It splashes harmlessly on the shower floor. I venture to stick my hand in the stream to feel it. It is a very natural but exciting experience.

After you're done, it's my turn. and you watch curiously as I direct my stream toward the drain. Brazenly, you grab my cock and direct it like a hose around the shower to feel what a man feels.

After we're done, we soap each other's body and clean all the cracks and crevices. I kneel down to pay special attention to your pussy, carefully washing my new friend who has brought me so much pleasure. After I rinse the soap away, I give the exposed, naked lips one last kiss to say thank you. You do the same for me, cleaning my softening cock and gently giving it one last suck before finishing.

We head back toward the bedroom, and you grab a clean pair of sheets from the linen closet on the way. We change the sheets and then curl up together for some well deserved sleep."

"But, alas, I'm not there to do all of these things to you, or for you. I hope that you will take these notes, and these gifts, and enjoy our date on your own. I hope you think of me when you wear the chaps. I hope you will use the panties to pleasure yourself in public or at work, anywhere others may be watching. I hope you will think of me as you fuck yourself with my rubber cock. Think of me as you make yourself come. Think of all of this and I'll be there with you. Think of me as you drift off to sleep. Goodnight, sweety. Sweet dreams."

As she read the last words of the note, the phone rang.

"Sweety? Did you have fun on our date?"

"Yes, but I wish you were here to do all these things to me.and with me! I'm so horny!"

"Well this is your lucky day then!" he whispered in that soft, sultry, southern tone, " I'm coming to town on business and was thinking of taking a few days off afterwards to.relax.and enjoy life." She could hear the smile in his voice as well as the devilish innuendos. "I'm on the morning flight. So, would you like to go on a date?"