“Is this…?”
“Safe,” the young assistant anticipates her question. “Posted by a regular customer, she’s genuine.” What have I got to lose? thinks Connie, high time I turned my sex life around. This is an opportunity to widen her horizons and reinvent herself. Better still, to get laid without having to endure the dubious pleasures of ‘dating’.
She sends a request in her best handwriting and a few days later
the postman delivers a reply. With a delicious feeling of naughtiness, Connie settles down that evening with the enclosed questionnaire and large glass of wine.
1. The easy bit, name, age, etc: Connie Stephens, 43, London.
2. Tell us about your sexual experiences to date: Won’t take long, she reflects ruefully. Married my childhood sweetheart. He’d much more practice than me – not that you’d know given his lack of imagination. I learnt more from women’s magazines.
3. You don’t have to define yourself, but an indication of your sexual identity would help: Oh gosh, that’s complicated these days. Accept people for what they are and be kind, is what I try to do. Suppose I’m just an average, straight, white female.
4. What sexual activities might you like to experience? I can tell you what turns me on when I read erotic fiction if that helps? Spanking, butt plugs, kissing a woman. Of course, I’ve not tried any of them.
5. Are you up for surprises? With a life (everything, not just sex) as unexciting as mine, yes please.
6. Please send a recent picture; the real you, not a Photoshop fantasy.
The completed form, along with one of her better holiday snaps, is in the post next morning. To Connie’s surprise a response comes by return. Someone – no clue yet as to who – would ‘love to meet’ and suggests a downtown hotel. Great, a change of scenery somehow makes the assignation more special. Until when she’s three days of eager anticipation to endure. Strange there’s no mention of money. What the hell, even if it’s pricey Connie intends to treat herself.
In readiness for the big day Connie’s hair is highlighted and nails manicured, her tan is natural. She shaves her pussy, first time and lots of fun, although having to stop and deal with the accompanying arousal means it takes a while.
The morning before the rendezvous Connie looks in the mirror. Not bad; curvy figure, trim waist and firm thighs. What to wear? She wants to project the aura of a sexual being without seeming slutty. Connie looks in her lingerie drawer, it’s been a while. Finds her best matching set, thankfully with a bra that lifts her tits. After trying a dozen different outfits Connie opts for a flattering skirt and top combo. Nothing too short or low cut – quality threads and a classy appearance. High heels flatter her calves and bum, must remember how to walk in them. Less is more with makeup; eyeliner, mascara and bright red lippy suffice.
Overall effect? Just the right side of shaggable. Connie giggles – since when was she so bold? – and sallies forth.
Arriving early Connie goes straight to the bar and orders a large G&T. Tries to still her beating heart and surveys the opulent surroundings. This feels good. A slender black woman in figure hugging garb makes a beeline to her table, accompanied by a debonair older white guy, smartly attired in a suit and tie. Privately Connie finds both extremely sexually attractive. Game on. The pair are charm personified and despite initial inner butterflies Connie is soon at ease with Ginny and Rufus. Who in turn seem genuinely delighted to make her acquaintance. A room has been booked and by unspoken mutual agreement the three adjourn upstairs.
Once inside Ginny proves both unembarrassed and unhesitant.
“Unzip me please darling,’ she requests Rufus. He does so and she shimmies out of her dress. With a look of amusement, the man sits in chair by window and wryly observes proceedings unfold. Confounding Connie’s expectation that Rufus would take charge it’s clear Ginny intends to orchestrate the scenario.
“So, Connie”, the younger woman sashays over wearing nothing but jewels, heels and a thong, “looks as if you’ve rather a lot to catch up on.” Connie blinks, unsure if this is real, transfixed by Ginny’s beauty and the confident way she’s assumed control. Connie is led to the sofa where Ginny sits next to her.
“We’ll start by ticking something off your wish list,” she suggests, “kissing another woman.” Ginny leans in, cups Connie’s face and plants a languorous kiss, pushing her tongue between scarlet lips. She responds avidly, sliding her hands over Ginny’s slender torso as the other strokes her breasts, sending jolt of erotic electricity coursing through Connie’s body.
“Sensitive tits darling,” observes Ginny, “let’s take a closer look.” She scoops Connie’s ample boobs from her bra. “Personal attention,” she whispers, licking and sucking the nipples, which quickly harden in response. Rufus looks on, his moment will soon arrive. Connie returns the favour to Ginny’s smaller bosom, squeezing and kissing around the dark aureoles, feeling the young female’s breathing quicken. Suddenly Rufus is on the sofa too and before she’s fully aware of what is happening Connie is tipped face down over his lap. Ginny lifts the hem of Connie’s skirt and pulls down her knickers to completely bare her bottom.
“Exactly like in the stories you’ve read,” she says, “it’s time for your spanking.” Starting gently Rufus applies his percussive palm to Connie’s curvaceous rear, peppering the entire surface with lightly stinging slaps while crouching beside them Ginny holds the woman’s hands and looks on with shining eyes – clearly this is an erotic game she gets off on too. Squirming under the spanks Connie’s hindquarters start to feel hot – in turn stimulating a deep-seated surge of carnality that makes her pussy wet.
“Look at you, pink bum and hot to trot,” says Ginny, slding a finger between Connie’s legs and into her lewdly gaping labia. Simultaneously Connie senses something cold drip into her bottom cleft. “Some lube to ease the insertion of your first butt plug,” explains Ginny, “relax, it’ll help.”
“But…” Connie stops, embarrassed by the unintentional pun.
‘Working on your list, remember?” Connie continues, “don’t fret, Rufus is very careful and starting with a small size; he’s put far larger into me.” She shivers pleasurably at the recall, stroking Connie’s hair reassuringly as Rufus sets to work.
Connie feels an insistent pressure pushing against her rosebud.
“No, it won’t, I can’t possibly… Oh, goodness.” A momentary discomfort then her anal sphincter yields, and the smooth stainless steel is firmly inside, rendering further protest redundant. Rufus spanks her lightly, right across centre of Connie’s bottom and the plug itself. Combined with the finger still in her pussy this novel means of arousal causes Connie to orgasm.