For a solid five minutes I stand, speechless, staring at the beautiful red boxed gift. During that time, all the satisfaction and pleasure I had derived from my weekend with Abby seemed to drain right out of me.
He was here, right here, but when....
I spin around on my heels and head for the phone. I dial his number as I walk back into the library to pick up my red box. On the fourth ring, the voicemail answers and I hear the rich timber of my lover's voice before the beep tells me it is time to leave a message.
"Baby, I can't believe I missed you. When were you here and when are you coming back? I miss you, I want you, I need you inside me. Thank you for the gift, Lover. Hurry up and get here so we can open it. Bye, baby."
After leaving this message, I go upstairs to have a hot bath and wait for him to call me back. By the time I finish my bath, change the bed sheets and have something light to eat it is 8:00pm. I am utterly exhausted and my phone has not rung; not even once.
With the phone and my red box on the pillow beside me, I curl up in bed and fall into a deep and relaxing sleep. I awake at 5:30am fully rested and completely surprised that I slept through the night. When I look at the phone, the light is flashing, indicating that there is a message.
"Shit, shit, shit..." I scream as I dial in the code to access the message.
"Hi Sweetness, I'm sorry I missed your call. I was there Friday afternoon. I can't believe it took you this long to find the gift especially since your first stop is always the library. Just what were you doing to keep yourself so distracted, I wonder. You can tell me about that when we talk but, until then, while you're waiting, think of me with my head between your legs and my tongue twirling around your hot, juicy pussy ... I miss you, I want you and ... I'm already inside you ... Bye for now, my Lover."
It never fails, just the sound of his sexy voice and I am aroused. It being too early to call him back, I put the phone on speaker and push the repeat button for the message to play again. I listen to his voice as I begin to run my hands over my breasts, rolling my palms over my nipples and sending shivers straight to my clit.
In an instant, I am dripping wet and his message is over. I hang up the phone, slide my right hand down to my wetness, and slowly touch the very tip of my clit. The contact is glorious. I reach for some of the juices flowing out of my cunt and use that wetness to lubricate my clit as I gently draw circles around it.
My breathing becomes more erratic as I continue to play with my nipples and massage my clit. With my orgasm quickly approaching, I slip two fingers inside my cunt and resume the motion on my clit with my thumb. I begin to flex and relax the muscles of my pussy as my fingers are pumping inside and my clit and nipples are being stimulated. That does it. I am screaming and writhing, hips gyrating and my pussy pulsating with a wonderfully delicious orgasm.
My whimpers begin to subside as the ripples that roll through my pussy decrease. I lay in bed for another five or ten minutes wondering how long it will be before I see him. Finally I reach for the red box and reread the card.
"We'll open this together, when next I come..."
He is amazing. Always able to keep me on the edge of my seat ...
He's right too;
He is already inside me ...
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Just like every other day this week, I pull into my driveway after work anxiously searching for some evidence of his presence.
Footprints in the snow leading up to the door, his car in the driveway or tire tracks from the taxi, a big yellow ribbon tied on the front door. Anything, something, please.
However, just like every other day this week, there is nothing and I'm left with my head on the steering wheel, completely exhausted by this sexual tension.
"I'm going to loose my fucking mind waiting for you." I scream/cry into my hands.
Every inch of my body is poised for sexual pleasure and my Lover is nowhere in sight. Here we are on Friday and we have yet to speak to one another. There have been multiple phone calls back and forth but we have missed each other every time.
A full week of arousing text messages, emails and voicemails but no actual direct contact has made my desire for him so intense. The mere mention of his name, the thought of his touch, the memory of his scent and the sound of his voice has my body immediately responding with an almost primal desire for his presence. I feel raw and animalistic as if I will absolutely devour him when I do see him. I fear I could literally fuck my Lover to death with the intensity of my desire for him.
I have never felt anything like this.
All of these thoughts and feelings are exploding within me as I look at the front door of my house. I really don't want to go inside. I don't want to see the red box right now. It really has started to taunt me.
I have shaken it, 'accidentally' dropped it and checked to see if I could ease the tape off the seams without detection. Nothing worked. He is good and he knows me very well. The only way to open that gift is to tear the wrapping.
Therefore, I have only two options. I can wait until my Lover comes to discover what is hidden within his gift or he will arrive to discover that I could not wait for him. So I wait for him and often glare at his gift that taunts me to do otherwise.
It's the strangest thing really, in my house, that red box has been personified and I have become an animal in heat, writhing around with pure desire.
Nonetheless, I still sleep with the red box and I carry it around like a precious friend. It makes no sound, not even when I shake it, or drop it or throw it down the stairs. Whatever is inside that red box will remain a secret until my Lover finally comes to me.
"Fucking thing, I really am going crazy. I need to release some of this tension..."
