Fi paced back and forth in the living room, looking out through the large picture window every time she circled near it, watching for car headlights to make the turn into her driveway. She only had one hour before he finally walked through the door, and everything needed to be perfect.
The two months she had spent without Gunter was almost too much to bear. Days dragged by as winter took hold of New England. Fi had been totally miserable without him. The warmth of his body on hers, his thick, hard cock that once was hammering into her so often, had not been, and Fi had felt like a part of her own body was missing from inside her.
She started to feel waves of desire rippling up from between her thighs. She crouched down to the floor with a sort of half moaning, half growling sound as if to help release some of the sexual tension that was already building up inside her.
She stood back up and walked out into the mudroom to take a final look around the entry.
A warm heat came from the wood stove, and though she had a good fire already started, Fi tossed one more log in to keep the front of the house warm for the rest of the evening. Coats were taken down from the coat rack and in their place were hanging various whips and crops, some feathery, some made of leather and one even made of a small balled chain. Also hanging on one of the hooks was a length of rope. Fi reached out and traced the rope with her fingers. She knew that she would be wearing nothing but that rope tonight for the fantasy that she and Gunter both wanted to experience.
Goosebumps grew all over her at the thought of being tied, not being able to move. Her heart raced with the images that came to mind. She felt the wetness that gathered between her thighs. Fi shook her head trying to dismiss all of the thoughts bombarding her.
As Fi started to walk into the kitchen, she heard a knock at the door. She stepped down into the mudroom again and looked out of the little side window and started to smile as she opened the door.
Julie was standing on the porch in a stylish trench coat with her camera bag slung over her shoulder. Not waiting to be invited in, Julie walked right past Fi and set her camera bag down next to the door. "Nice toys," she said looking at the hooks on the wall. "Where do you want me to hang up my coat?"
"Here, just give it to me. I'll put it in the other room," Fi said, as she reached out for Julie's coat.
Julie, was for all intents and purposes, the "sex-itary" of Fi and Gunter. Whatever the couple schemed up in their dreams and fantasies, Julie was the one who made it happen, through her connections, through internet prowling, whatever it took. Julie is also a fabulous photographer, and Fi and Gunter love to be captured on film equally as much as they love being watched. Once upon a time Julie was a toy for Gunter, but had since found herself her own dream man, a retired oil executive from Houston. No sex, but all the money she could ever wish for. Perhaps that's why she took her duties for Fi and Gunter so seriously. Sex.
"You said to dress accordingly," Julie said loud enough so that Fi could hear her from the other room. "It's starting to snow and I'm not wearing boots."
"Well, it's not supposed to amount to much, Julie," Fi said as she walked back into the mudroom.
Julie was checking herself out in the mirror. She was wearing a body-hugging, little black dress that showed just the right amount of cleavage, and if she bent over, the slit between her legs would probably be able to be seen. The black seams of her nylons were perfectly straight and disappeared into the black stilettos she wore. She was tucking up some strands of her gold colored hair that had escaped from her french twist. Fi reached out and untucked the strands again. "Let them go," Fi smiled. "It looks sexier that way!"
Julie looked Fi up and down and grimaced at her and what she was wearing, which was a faded blue, old bathrobe that was way too big for her and falling off one of her shoulders in a sort of sexy, pee-a-boo way. The sleeves of the robe hung way past her fingertips. Fi's long, chestnut colored hair cascaded down her back in waves and curls.
"No fuzzy wabbit slippers?" Julie joked.
"Ha ha." Fi rolled her eyes and motioned for Julie to follow.
Julie picked up her camera bag and followed Fi through the kitchen and into the dining room.
