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The Perfect Anniversary Gift Ch. 05

Date: 01.12.2007

Keywords: Perfect, The, Anniversary, Ch., Gift, 05,

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"Each chapter holds a different experience for Caroline and Dave, and each one is a continuation of the previous chapter. I suggest if you have not read Chapters 1-4 that you do so. And for those who particularly like Chapter 2...more like that is coming in chapter 6. "

I woke up, alone on the bed, still wearing my strap-on. Smiling I remembered what had happened earlier. Even if I hadn"t remembered the hot sex with Maggie, the tenderness of my nipples and the rawness of my pussy, which had been assaulted by my dildo, were sore reminders. The numbers glowing bright red on my bedside clock seemed to mock my relaxed nature. It was 12 noon and I had an appointment in two hours that would finalize Dave"s anniversary present. I rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom, my hard cock bouncing up and down with each step. So this is what it is like to wake with a woody flirted through my mind and I chuckled silently. I would have to tell Dave about this…it would definitely confirm his idea that I did indeed suffer from penis envy. This weekend he would see just how much I suffered from it.

I took the strap-on off and cleaned each toy good, noticing that we were almost out of cleaner. I would have to stop by Lover"s Lane and pick some more up…industrial size this time. After peeing I take my second shower of the day. Back in my bedroom I try to find the right outfit to wear, sexy yet business-like. I decide on a red semi-sheer halter top with a deep V-neckline that shows plenty of cleavage, slim tight fitting black skirt with a matching jacket. After applying lotion to my body I put on a red lacy bra and panties, red satin garter belt and black fishnet stockings. I decide on 4-inch black open toed heels. I could at least walk in them and be comfortable, unlike the 5 and 6-inched heel shoes that I have. They were for short-term use only, very sexy but hell on your feet. Big gold hoop earrings, gold choker, a spritz of perfume, run my fingers through my long wavy hair and I"m ready to go.

Coming down the stairs I see Maggie in the living room bent over dusting, her cute butt facing me. She can"t hear me approaching because she is wearing headphones listening to the portable tape player attached to her shorts. I don"t want to startle her so I walk in front of her. Standing up she smiles at me.

"Hi," she says as she removes her headphones.

"Hi Maggie," I say as I walk around the table. " Are you alright with what happened earlier?"

She doesn"t say anything, just nods her head. She looks so sexy standing there that I bend down and let my lips touch hers, they open and my tongue explores the warm inner recesses of her mouth. I feel her melting against me as her arms circle my waist. Her lips taste like sweet cherries and the passion of our kiss is almost too much. She is intoxicating, so young and sensual, yet so naïve and I want to fuck her again. Breaking our kiss but still holding her I tell her that I will call her on Saturday and we will get together and talk, but that I hoped that this wouldn"t be a one-time deal. She told me that she felt the same. I get my purse, pay her, and leave you a note, just in case you get home before I do.

Pulling out of our subdivision I mentally rearrange my day. Oversleeping…unexpected sex (not that I"m complaining I think to myself as I feel my panties dampen) then another nap, has put me behind in my plans for today. I have three stops to make…Lover"s Lane, my 2:00 appointment, and the grocery store. If everything goes like clockwork I could do all of it and still be home before you.

Exiting the highway I pull into the parking lot of Lover"s Lane. It is the closest adult store to us, so we frequent it a lot. The parking lot is almost empty so I get a space near the front door. I know everyone at sometime has gotten the feeling that someone is watching you. Well I felt that as I stepped out of my car. Taking my sunglasses off I see an attractive man staring my way. Whether he was looking at me, I couldn"t tell you, he had on those damn sunglasses that hide a person"s eyes. He was leaning on his car, arms folded in front of him, legs crossed like he was waiting for me. I wondered if he knew me and I just didn"t recognize him. I feel a light breeze tickle my naked thigh and looking down I see that the hem of my skirt is caught on my garter and the tops of my hose are showing. I undo it and smooth the hem down, figuring that is what he had been looking at.

" Nice legs," he said with a touch of mirth in his voice, as I got near him.

"Thanks," I say as I start to walk past him.

"I would love to see what else is hiding under those clothes."

"Keep wishing, because as they say…it will be a cold day in hell before that happens."

"Care to make a wager?"

"I don"t bet with sure losers. Now if you will excuse me I"m in a hurry."

"I would love to photograph you, but with more of these showing," he said as he reached out and touched my breast.

A shiver ran through my body, as I pulled away from him. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back.

"Let me go, asshole," I tell him as my face burns from the flush of anger.

"I think the lady protests just a little too much. The evidence is also very telling," he said as he pinched my hard nipple through my blouse.

"You are truly a dick," I say as I try to pull away from him. "I"m going to start screaming as loud as I can and have you arrested if you don"t let me go now."

He smiled and let me go. He was an arrogant pig and nothing more.

"I love a woman with sass. Take my card and call me, if you change your mind," he said as he got into his car.

"Not in a million years," I say as I took his card and crumpled it tossing it to the ground.

I was still angry. Who the hell did he think he was? I had one way of finding out I thought as I reached down and picked up the crumpled card. J.J. Reynolds"s Photography Studio was scripted across the top in bold black letters. Underneath it in smaller letters, Family Portraits, Weddings, Pet Portraits, Private sessions, etc. was written. And underneath that in even smaller letters, Private sessions: Individuals or couples, In studio or on location, Very discreet. The address of his studio and his phone number were at the bottom of the card. I started to toss the card back on the ground, but stuck it inside my purse. I just wondered if it was because I didn"t like to liter or did I really want to see this man again. Right now I didn"t have time to think about it. I only have about 30 minutes to get everything I need for our weekend.

Grabbing a shopping basket, I get the lube and cleaner first, industrial size. Then I get some of their bath and body works, as well as some edible chocolate body paint. That should be fun to play with. I spend more time in the dildo and vibrator section. I have wanted a cock that ejaculates and when I see the Peter North one, I decide that it is perfect. It is 8.5 inches long and 2 inches wide. Next I get you a new butt plug, and us a double-headed dildo. You have wanted to try one out, now seems like a great time to do it. Besides I would love to fuck Maggie with it also, one end in her hot pussy and the other in mine as our pussies grinds against each other. Just the sensuous thought of that makes me moan. At the end of the aisle are their new arrivals and one in particular grabs my attention. It is a 12-inch cyberskin dildo that is 7 inches around. My first thought was how I would love seeing you take that in your male cunt…my second thought was how I would love to see Mr. J.J. Reynolds bent over and this buried deep in his ass. I just had to have this one. Maybe I would use it on your tonight.

Checking my watch I see that I only have about 15 minutes to pick out a couple of outfits. Luckily I had already looked in their catalog and knew exactly what I wanted to get. I hoped they had everything in stock and in my size. I head to the latex rack and find the black latex mini-dress that I want. Beside it is a cute purple latex halter and short outfit that I like. I get both and fishnet stockings to match. I pick up some thongs for you in the lingerie section as well as a couple of sexy gowns for me. One is lace and one in satin throwing this in my basket I head to the checkout.

The young man at the register, whose nametag reads, Brad, smiles as he unloads my basket.

"Someone is going to get lucky tonight," he says as he starts ringing up my purchases.

"Tonight is just the beginning. This is an all weekend surprise."

"Must be a special occasion or do you do this every weekend?"

"Special occasion… 6th month anniversary."

He stops and reaches down and handing me a business card.

"Perhaps you would like to have a permanent reminder of your weekend."

I look at the card and see that it is just like the crumpled one in my purse.

"What are you, his promotional agent?" I ask as I lay the card down on the counter.

"Nope I"m his little brother. Do you know him?"

"Let"s say we met in the parking lot and exchanged words.

His smile grew even bigger and a chuckle escapes from his lips. I can see the resemblance now. I wonder if his brother has the same smoky gray eyes. That smile and those eyes are enough to make a woman want to find out what other charms this young hunk has.

"What did my big brother, Jerry do to you?"

"You can ask him, and you can tell him that his actions are not the way to get business."

"He wasn"t very subtle, huh!"

"He was about as subtle as a skunk that has been scared out of his wits," I say as I hand him my credit card.

"That sounds like him," he says as he smiles and bags up my purchases.

I pick them up and hurry out the door. I can hear his laughter mixed in with his wishing me a happy anniversary and fun weekend as the door closes behind me. I toss the bags into the trunk and get my directions to my 2:00 appointment

I pull into the parking lot of a very nice condominium complex with 10 minutes to spare. The address I need is 124-C.

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Keywords: Perfect, The, Anniversary, Ch., Gift, 05,

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