I walked through my front door and slammed it behind me. âHoney, Iâm home.â No answer. Oh well thatâs what you get when you live alone. Walking through to the kitchen I pushed play on the answering machine, not really wanting to know who wanted to speak to me.
I opened to fridge as the first one played. âHi, um I was wanting to speak to Kate. My name is Michael from Event Logistics. If Kate could please call me back on 3452 4869 or after hours on 0444 111 584. Please do not hesitate to contact me. Thanksâ
I pressed stop on the machine and stood there in a daze for a second. Who the hell is Michael from Event Logistics? I pulled the phone book out from under the phone and scanned the pages. No Event Logistics here. OK now I am worried, how did he get my number. Oh well I will ring him tomorrow from work, less chance of him doing any harm.
I took a sip of my coke and looked at the flashing number on the machine. They could wait; I needed a long hot shower and then bed.
Michael sat on his couch channel surfing. There was nothing on the fifty odd channels he had. He pushed the AV button on his remote and watched the massive screen flick onto a little whore having her arse fucked by a small dick little worm. It disgusted him that some people were even aloud to go near a camera let alone be on it. He pressed the change disc button and jumped up to get a beer. He heard the disc change and lazed back onto the couch.
The picture flicked onto a nice girl, ordinary looking but beautiful at the same time. She was lying on a bed with no one but herself. Her eyes were closed as hands explored the curves and crevices of her body. Michael could see her nipples harden under her sheer bra. His body responded to the sight, making him feel like he was going to go insane if he didnât relieve himself. Her hands explored her body slowly, but with eagerness. As her fingers reached below her panties her back arched. She pushed them down her legs giving her full access to her already aroused quim. Michael put his beer aside and sat up, pulling his erect cock from his boxers. His hands stroked his shaft, feeling how hard he was, wishing he was on the bed with her. As he watched her hands slide between the folds of her pussy, seeing her glistening juices accentuate the hard nub of her clit standing out. Michael watched as he pulled his cock, making him harder, needing to feel it slide into her hot pussy.
I jumped into the shower, feeling the hot water run over my body. It felt good, I was horny as hell, couldnât remember the last time I had felt the pleasures of sex. My hands wandered over my body making my skin break out in goose bumps despite the heat of the water. I let my mind wander to the message I had received, wondering who he was. My hands massaged my breasts, feeling my nipples stand up as I fondled them. I stopped before I got too far. I had made a habit of masturbating since I had become single. I needed to do something about it, but not alone. Turning the taps off I jumped out of the shower and toweled myself off. My reflection stared back at me in the mirror, mocking me, making me wet. I looked at my body, knowing that I kept it well. My legs were nice and long, leading to my carefully and painfully waxed quim, just leaving a little manicured strip of hair at the front. My torso with my generous breasts, just waiting to be stroked. I saw my nipples harden again at the thought. I grabbed the phone out of my room before my mind could talk me out of it.
Just as Michael was about to cum, feeling pathetic that there was no one there to take it, his mobile rang. Shit. He hated that. He thought about just letting the machine pick it up, but then again he was waiting for someone to call. Michael stood up, groaning with pain. Flicking off the TV, he took a few labored steps to his phone and answered it.
âHelloâ
âOh hi, is that Michaelâ It was a female voice; he hoped the one he wanted.
âYes Speakingâ Michael was trying to keep his voice even, despite the pain.
âUm, my name is Kate; you left a message for me todayâ Yes, yes, yes. He almost came then and there.
âWonderful, Iâm glad you returned my call. I have a package here for you that have come from interstate that you need to sign for.â
âOk, who are they fromâ Kateâs mind was running overtime trying to think of who had sent her something. She suspected that they were business related but had her doubts.
âIt says they are from Petunia Designs. The sender rang me and asked me to make sure you get them as soon as possible. Do you know what they are?â
âYes I do, I have been waiting for them. I will have to drop by your office in the morning on my way to work to get them. What time do you open?â
âWell I run my business from home so I have them here now if you wanted to come by and get themâ Hereâs hoping this will work. Katrina had said that he would like Kate.