A young woman receives a mysterious gift and money from an older man that leads to good luck for her and a whole new and unexpected relationship.
She had always been called 'Honey', it wasn't her real name but for some reason since she was a child everyone called her Honey. Her father had coined the nicknamed when she was about 3 because of her honey coloured hair. Even as an adult in her mid twenties the name suited her. There was something about her personality too. Her sweet forgiving and genuine interest in people and concern for others was part of her nature. She was one of those rare beauties that not only looked good enough to eat and most men's dream girl but she was an intelligent and lovely soul that everyone liked. At 26 Hermoine Fox had become quite successful as a sales consultant. Clients liked her and trusted her and most were quietly in love with her too. Not lust, L-O-V-E she was truly a loveable creature. Petite with sensuously proportioned hips and breasts, long shapely legs, creamy white complexion that made her almost glow against the framing of her long golden honey blond hair.
'A fat lot of good her understanding nature had got her.' She thought as she returned from lunch to her office. Peter her partner of over a year had left her a week or so ago. Their joint bank account with all her savings in it was empty. The landlord had written to her asking where the last six months rent had gone. She was a train wreck. She stopped crying a couple of days ago and realised what a sucker she'd been because she found he had been fucking just about all of her friends and borrowing money from them. His charm and prowess in bed seemed to get him everything he wanted. The fact that she wasn't the only victim made it somewhat less embarrassing and she could at least commiserate with her girlfriends about what a bastard he was and she had girl's nights where they got drunk and slagged him off. So hangovers had replaced her tears. The problem of the money still hung over her and she rehearsed what she would say to her parents when she rang them to ask to be bailed out. They would of course ask her to move back home which she dreaded. She loved them dearly but she had come to enjoy her independence and her own apartment. Still apart from a bank loan or a credit card debt that she couldn't afford that was her only option she decided as she opened her office door.
She walked to her desk and sitting in the centre was a small beautifully wrapped package. No card just the expensively wrapped pink and gold package tied with a gold ribbon. 'It better not be from Peter', she thought she had no forgiveness left. Curious she picked up the package and pulled open the bow and flipped open the top. She peeled aside the pink tissue paper and there in the box framed by the corners was the most beautiful pair of bikini panties she had ever seen. Honey loved lingerie and the more expensive and luxurious the better. This was definitely expensive perhaps the most expensive designer label. She touched them to feel the quality of the silk triangle almost afraid to move them and disturb the look of a work of art that the packaging presented. They were so fine as to be almost sheer and transparent but they were opaque pink and their shine caught the light as she felt the fineness of the fabric. Both inside and out they felt exquisitely sexy. For a moment Honey felt a twinge of horniness. She hadn't had sex in over a week and had become quite use to regular sex daily and sometimes several times daily. But that had gone with that bastard. Though as her girlfriends admitted he was a great fuck.
The panties were string bikini style and the strings were gold she thought maybe even real gold. The cut was just how she liked them and she knew they were her size. She liked the fashion for thongs but her favourite panties were always those that hugged her pert round ass. She loved how she looked in them loved her lovers hand feeling her warm ass through them. She loved how wet they would become as he caressed her body through them and she loved to have them slid aside so he could enter her from behind. The images of being fucked wearing these pretty panties consumed her thoughts in a sexy daydream that consumed her for a few minutes. When she finally dragged herself back to her reality as her fantasy fuck changed faces to a mystery man who would save her from this misery of financial ruin and sweep her off her feet romantically, she began to fumble through the box for a card. There was none.
"Oh well' she thought 'a mystery admirer was romantic.' She smiled as she held the panties in her hands feeling the exquisite fabric. She walked to her office door and locked it, went behind her desk and slipped off the red satin G-string she wore, popped them into her handbag and reached for the pink and gold bikini panties. She slid them on slowly as if the gift giver was watching her sliding up her skirt bending seductively so her pert round ass cheeks wiggled seductively then slowly putting each leg into the panties then sliding them up to her ass smoothing them over her sweet cheeks and adjusting the triangle at the front over her recently shaved pussy. They felt even better than they looked and the moment her flesh felt them against them her pussy dribbled wetness onto them. She smoothed her dress over them and sat in her chair to resume working. She would feel at least as if her ass was worth a million dollars and part of her felt loved sexy and prosperous. She decided against calling her parents. She would see if her credit card could squeeze out one more evening meal in cash and see if she could survive until payday.
The mystery of who sent the panties and why disappeared in a haze of work that afternoon. Several times she had been tempted to masturbate when she became aware of the sexy briefs beneath her dress. She seemed to be getting hornier by the moment even though sex was the last thing on her mind. She finished the day managing to resist the urge to masturbate promising herself that she would at home after dinner. She stopped at a cash point and punched in her code hoping the machine would give her at least twenty bucks so she could eat tonight. The twenty came easily and as she checked the balance she noted there was still $980 in there. Perhaps Peter's conscience had gotten the better of him and he still loved her enough to not leave her so destitute. Perhaps her faith in human nature was becoming restored. After all a stranger had given her expensive underwear and Peter had paid her back. She punched in the code again to take out more money calculating how much money she could raise now to keep the landlord off her back. Things were looking up.
When she got home she found she was happier and more buoyant and incredibly horny. She reached her hands down and felt the soft shiny diaphanous silk against her firm curves, the warmth of her skin and the slight scent of her excitement emanating from where she had become damp. She was extremely horny and truly she hadn't been without sex on a daily basis for years now and a week seemed like a long time. She imagined Tom Cruse was touching her running his hands over her pert ass cheeks. She slid her other hand beneath her top and bra and began pinching her nipple and fondling her firm round tits. The fantasy was working Tom was making her dribble in her panties. The hand that fondled her ass moved to the front of her panties. She held her fist against them and ground against it as if it was a large hard cock. She felt the twinges and shivers as her wetness trickled into the panties. The fist spread and she caressed her panties slit with her fingers so lightly as to cause her to moan loudly. The fingers danced across her folds sensuously. She loved the feeling of the soft shiny silk against her fingertips and the inside of her panties swelled with excitement and grew wetter as the first tingles and shivers seized her body. She came violently screaming. ' Oh God fuck me.' She tore the tight legs of the panties aside and slid a finger into her pussy and fell back onto the arm of the armchair as if a man had pushed her there. She leaned back and spread her legs and thrust three fingers into her hot wet excited pussy. His was a big cock and hers was the tiny tight pussy that men dreamed of from petite teen figured women. She bucked at her thrusting fingers and had torn her top and bra aside and was clutching her left breasts passionately in her hand squeezing the nipple and cupping their smooth firm flesh until her nipples were rigid with excitement. She came repeatedly then rolled over on the couch presenting her superb ass to her imaginary lover and continued to thrust her fingers into her wetness until she felt the wetness dribble down her inner thighs. She had cum repeatedly for almost an hour and felt a little exhausted and she was still unbelievably horny.
The sound of techno downloads emanated from her handbag and she managed to stop fondling herself long enough to find it and answer the call.
" Hello." She panted a little breathlessly.
"Oh Miss Fox?" It was a man's voice. She vaguely recognised.
"Yes, who is this?"
" Did you get my gifts?" He said gifts she thought. Did he mean the panties and the money? Surely she wasn't being stalked or adored by a man who was willing or presuming he could buy her affections.
" Um yes, who are you? What do you want from me? If you think you can buy me I'll call the police and ..."
