Monday
It was morning now. The distant cry of magpies coming through the open window roused her from a deep sensual dream.
She smiled as fleeting images of it crossed her mind, causing her to feel those familiar feelings of desire as a warm glow spread across her thighs.
Stretching out on the satin covered bed she caught her reflection in the full-length mirror that filled the centre of the ceiling. “Andrea, your not bad looking for an old bag ” she murmured to herself.
Naked, she was covered with a thin coating of sweat, the result of a torrid orgasm filled night when she had masturbated whilst dreaming and thinking about what today was to bring her.
For it was her thirtieth birthday today and she had promised herself that this was to be an extra special week where any wish she desired was to be fulfilled.
And she had a long list of wishes to get through. All of a sexual nature and with varying levels of depravity, she was determined to complete the list. As it was her day- and her life was suppose to begin again today, if the old adage was true – she had long ago decided exactly what she was going to do. She was fed up with life in an almost totally sexless marriage, which consisted of a quick, no nonsense screwing from her husband every other Sunday morning and where the only sexual relief she got was from wanking. From today everything was going to change. She was going to fuck and be fucked until she was red raw and her list had been completed. Then she could go back to her normal routine safe in the knowledge that all her desires had been satisfied. Fortunately, her husband was away on business until Sunday, which made her task all the easier to accomplish.
She checked the clock.
8.23.
She slid out of bed and padded towards the shower. She would have to get a move on if she was to stick to her schedule as the postman (no.1 on her list – a spotty teenage youth who normally sported a massive stiffy in his shorts) usually called at half-past. She stood under the steaming spray and allowed it to flow like a river through the deep valley between her breasts. She resisted the urge to tweak her nipples under the cascading flow and concentrated on soaping herself. She did linger for a moment on her clitoris as she washed her sex but only fleetingly as time was pressing.
From her vantage point in the shower room she had a good view of the road and was able to see everybody who was approaching her home. Hearing the gate open she looked for the postman and was surprised to find that today it was a post woman! Her heart sprang. A woman! An attractive buxom blonde woman as well! Fucking a woman first was not what she had anticipated and she could feel her cunt moisten at the prospect.
She stepped out of the shower and walked naked to the front door, waiting with mounting anticipation. At the precise moment that the post-woman opened the letterbox to push the myriad of letters and cards through, Andrea threw open the door and grabbed her by the arm.
“I’m sorry if I startled you ” said Andrea, “but its my birthday and I thought you were my husband returning from work ”. “Don’t worry” replied the girl, a little taken aback at being accosted by a naked woman, “Happy Birthday anyway” The post woman half turned to leave but couldn’t resist giving Andrea’s naked form a good looking over. She noticed the water dripping from her nipples and felt her panties moisten. She ran her tongue over her lips as her gaze ventured down to her perfectly trimmed minge.
“Please, come in for a moment. I must have given you a bit of a scare grabbing you like that. Let me make you a cup of tea or coffee” “I shouldn’t really, I’ve got my round to finish” Andrea sensed a lack of conviction in the post woman’s voice and decided to press home her advantage. “Just a cup of coffee, 5 minutes, can’t hurt can it?” “OK then, I could do with putting my feet up for a moment”. With that Andrea pulled her into the hall and closed the door.
She led the post woman into the kitchen and motioned for her to sit at the breakfast bar.