"Long Lunch" Part 1

We had planned this for some time. I had first suggested it and he laughed,
until I made him understand how earnest I was, how I wanted to fulfill this
desire we shared.

I helped him pick out his clothing, the deep forest green shirt setting off
his coloring so well. As I buttoned his shirt and smoothed its front, I
imagined how it would look later, buttons unfastening, even later soaked
with your sweat, as I peeled it off of him I felt the heat growing between
my legs, as did he. Kissing me sweetly at first, along my hairline and
eyelids, until I sought his lips roughly and was answered with a passionate
kiss. "There, there my pet. Soon, we will be together. Very soon." He
caressed my thighs and lightly rubbed the secret lips there.

"You will see me kiss her, like I am kissing you now," he whispered. "All
that she feels, you will have felt. When I take her clit hard in my lips,
suck her and draw her out, you will know. Her thigh might block your view,
but you will know by her eyes and the position of my head. And then, when
she is ready, you will join me." His words made my head spin as he sank two
fingers deep inside me. Wordlessly, my mouth opened in answer to this
invasion. He kept pumping languorously. The thought of our cheeks touching,
joined over a single sweet cunt, our breaths mingling on her, our other
cheeks touching her thighs, our hands meeting as we stroked her soft ass,
our tongues kissing her simultaneously was too much for me to stand.

"Please, Sir, please, quick, I promise."

"Ari, I have to be at work."

"But I am going to be here all morning. Alone! Please?" I pleaded and as a
good master, he obliged.

"Lay down," he sighed, rolling up his right sleeve. "Do you have your
little rocket?" Of course I did, and put it right against my clit while his
fingers tapped my walls in a delightful hard rhythm, not as hard this time
as previously, but just enough to work with the little metal balls on my
clit until he felt the waves of my coming.

"There. I HAVE to go. Be good," he kissed me as he left and I sank down to
wait.

He had given me free reign in his walk in closet and I made the most of my
time there. I was so very careful not to disturb anything that might be
noticed. I had moved in some pillows, brought in lots of magazines and
such, in case I was there longer than I thought. For now, though, I made
myself at home in front of his television.

He had left me a variety of tapes and I began to browse through them. I was
in the mood for something with lots of hard big cocks, so I fast forwarded
until I found a scene that I was riveted to. The woman's long straight
black hair was soaked, from sweat or cum I could not tell. Her back was
straight, revealing a slim waist and the prettiest ass, two little dimples
above the round cheeks. Men stood all around her, pumping their long
shafts. I began to stroke my lips, just playing, not getting too serious.

But as she turned her face to the right to engulf the erection that had
just been rubbing against her cheek, I thought of myself there, so many men
waiting to have my soft, strong tongue bring them off, taste their fluids,
swallow them, if they were lucky. I watched as so many men came on her,
enjoying the variety of sizes and colors and shot patterns. Some men
dribbled as she held her tongue out. Others shot straight and true into her
neck and face. She caressed her own breasts as some men came on them and
she rubbed the hot sperm into her nipples and licked her fingers before she
began fingering herself. This sight was enough to get me off, my little
spasms sweet, but I knew they would be nothing like what I would soon feel.

Satisfied, or at least pacified, for now, I rose off the couch and settled
in to pass the time. I knew it would be at least a couple of hours before
he came home, but when he got there, I also knew there would be little time
for rest.

I had enjoyed the little edge-smoothing orgasm felt at the sight of the
tapes and now I was ready to do a little detective work. But first, I
needed to clean up a little.

I stepped into the shower knowing that as I lathered myself with his soap,
I would be reaching another level of intimacy with him. Just a reminder of
him across my wet naked body, so clean and so dirty. I wanted to be really
clean for him and the woman he was bringing for us to enjoy. I spread white
bubbles across my breasts, enjoying their firmness and the responsiveness
of my nipples. I knew that they were just fringe benefits for him, but I
hoped that the woman would be pleased with them. I soaped up my lips and
ass, feeling the familiar stirrings, but rather than indulge, I told myself
no. I wanted to save something for him and her. Warm water soothed me a
little and I felt like I was ready to begin my investigation. After drying
off and smoothing a little of his aftershave on my legs, I slipped into the
white silk kimono I had brought with me.

I started in his closet. I noted his shoes, the ones obviously for work,
the ones used on the weekends. I remembered how much I loved to see him
dressed up, how sure and slick he always looked. I liked the beautiful rich
hues, wines and greens and blues of his shirts. I ran my hands across them,
hung in a system only he could figure out and, as I did so, I lowered my
nose to them and inhaled deeply. That heavy, dark scent that I associated
with him was there, but faint and ghostly, making me yearn for him all the
more. I was beginning to feel a little lonely, surrounded by him with him
not there. His scent, his memory, his clothes and goods and pictures of
him, but not him.

To console myself, I took a white dress shirt off of a hanger. Removing my
own silk robe, I slipped it on, feeling the sleeves slide across my arms
like his hands. As I buttoned only the top button, it felt like his arms
around me and I was comforted again. But I needed one of his ties to make
me really happy. I knew the one I wanted, the one he had used on me before
and I was not disappointed to find it laid across a doorknob, both casual
and planned. I had an idea that he had left it where he could find it for
later. I draped it around my neck, feeling slightly silly for not ever
learning how to tie one properly. Luxuriating in his clothes, I felt the
need for something of myself.

I rummaged through the little bag of tricks I had brought with me for the
occasion and found the white lace thong. Demure, but still sexy. So
feminine next to his tie and shirt. I put my hair up on top of my head and
went in to apply some make up. I knew I wouldn't need much, so just a
little mascara and lipstick and powder to remind him that I was ready to
play the role he had in mind for me. After glancing at myself in the
mirror, I believed I was ready for him and our friend to arrive.

I took my place back in the closet as the appointed time drew close. I knew
he liked a relatively early lunch, and I didn't want the other woman to be
ill at ease, so I hid a bit early. This piqued my anticipation all the
more. He had told her he wanted her to meet his pet. She agreed, smart
girl, taking any chance to be at home alone with him during the day. And
though he had not deceived her, I was not sure how much she actually knew.
I was also sure that any woman lucky enough to come home with him would
certainly agree to whatever he had in mind. Little did she know he almost,
almost, had to be talked into it.

I heard several cars drive by and, like a true pet, stirred each time,
hoping my master had returned with a new toy for me. Eventually, one car
stopped. I waited breathlessly as I heard him unlocking the front door. As
soon as I heard his voice and hers, I felt a little sad. I knew the plan
was for him to begin, and when the time was right, motion me to the bed,
but I had spent so many hours thinking of this moment that my already
shallow reserves of patience were drained. I breathed deeply to calm
myself, remembering that this was my idea, that I asked for this and I knew
the risks. I just hoped the rewards would be worth it.

The dogs barked in their room and he let them out to run around and meet
his new friend. New to them anyway. He knew her from work and had flirted
outrageously with her. She admired the house and made small talk, but I
could tell by her voice that he had already begun to rub her back. My
breath came faster and I felt the heat begin.

Just the thought of him, soon to be bringing her to me like an offering,
breaking her in, breaking her down, showing her the joy of his hands, was
enough to make me shiver. I listened for the gap in sound and was not
disappointed. The silent kisses, louder than words, more eloquent than
sighs, confirmation that her lips were locked in his. I knew it would not
be long until I had in my sights the most beautiful images I could imagine.

My hand strayed down to my braless nipples, stroking them to the unseen
rhythms of their kisses and pressings. Body against body, hands moving so
searchingly over each other as my own hands sought my sex. Wet, pouting,
heavy I found it. Just the tiniest tip of a finger did I use, as I heard
the door to his bedroom open.