Jenny had not had sex for seventeen days and five hours, not that she had been obsessively counting down the time till this evening, or anything like that. The twelve days in Florida had not been without it's distractions - she knew how to give herself pleasure and it had been pleasant enough - but it lacked the excitement of skin on skin contact, the taste of a man, the smell and sound associated with real sex.
Reluctantly, she had decided to leave her rabbit at home, the rational side of her brain losing out to the embarrassing thought of it being discovered at U.S. customs. When she had returned on Saturday she immediately and enthusiastically became reacquainted, in the hope that it would sate her desire and make the long wait till Tuesday night more bearable. It hadn't. It had merely heightened her longing.
There was no shortage of suitors for a young, attractive and single female living in a small town in the south west of Scotland. However, along with the advantages her home town offered was the downside of everyone knowing your business and feeling free to comment on it. Obviously, this had not curtailed all her activities but increasingly she had felt the need to look elsewhere for enjoyment. When a male student teacher had joined the all-female staff room at the primary school where she taught, twenty miles away in the nearest big town, the opportunity had seemed too good to resist. She was now desperately missing the regular sex that had resulted from her first tentative overtures on that staff night out.
A smile crossed her lips as she thought how such a comparatively innocent act had led to several far more wicked encounters. Her left hand strayed from the steering wheel and she let it rest in her lap. She knew that will power was not a strong point and she smiled to herself again as she gave in to impulse, parted her legs slightly and allowed her hand to travel up her inner thigh. It never failed to amaze, how turned on she could become in an instant. There was already a warm, damp patch between her legs. She flattened the palm of her hand against her stomach and, leading with her middle finger, slipped her hand under the waist band of her pants.
So carried away was she that it took the sound of an HGV overtaking to remind her that she was still driving. She flushed a little as she wondered how much the lorry driver could see from his cab and had a fleeting fantasy about what she might do if she saw him pull over at the next layby.
Maintaining pressure on her clitoris, and driving from memory, Jenny increased the frequency of her rubbing. It was just as well that she was familiar with the road as she became aware of her bottom squirming involuntarily on the seat, felt her face and neck colouring and gave in to a delicious little orgasm that washed over her in pleasant waves and made her hungry for more. Aperitif or hors d'oeuvre she wondered, struggling to concentrate on an analogy whilst her mind was focussed on the main course.
Swinging on to her driveway, Jenny glanced at the clock and quickly calculated that she would have around an hour and a half before he arrived. Plenty of time to tidy up a little, shower, change and compose herself,
"Who am I kidding?" she thought, "it will be anything but composed. I'll be lucky if I even make it into the living room before I'm naked!"
She turned the key in the lock, opened the door and her eyes were immediately drawn to a printed card on the stairs.
"Do not go into the living room. Do not go into the bedroom. Go straight upstairs and take a shower."
Different. Amusing. She had to confess that was what she liked. He must have managed to get here earlier than expected. Not for the first time she congratulated herself on the prescience of providing him with a door key. Dropping her bag on the floor and making sure the door was locked she skipped up the stairs and into the bathroom.
In the shower, luxuriating in the heat and power of the falling water, she decided to make him wait. Despite having risen early and attending to all her beauty routines that morning, she took out her razor and made sure her legs and underarms were smooth. She paid particular attention to the area between her legs - she knew well he responded to visual stimulation and that he would be carrying out a close personal inspection very soon. Distracted, she considered making him wait a little longer but her own impatience prevailed and she turned off the water, quickly towelled down and wrapped a fresh bath sheet round her tanned body before leaving the room. On the floor was another card.
"Go into the spare bedroom. Get dressed."
On the bed were clothes she didn't recognise.
"Stranger than usual," she thought and though she appreciated the effort, there was a part of her that would have loved a fuck on the stairs when she had arrived. She looked at the underwear, a matching set of bra and pants, predominantly black, more decorative than functional but retaining an element of good taste. Sub-consciously she looked at the size and wasn't sure whether to commend him on getting it right or to be worried about the stalker-esque qualities this would have required.
