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Valentines Story

The sound of the phone vibrating against the nightstand brought Carley out from a sleep. A quick glance at the clock confirmed it was later than she wanted it to be. She picked up the phone, silenced the annoyance, and started her morning routine. Unlike some people, who begin their morning routine by actually getting out of bed, Carley’s day began with round one with the snooze alarm. She snuggled deeper into the warmth of the covers, rationalizing what parts of her morning she could trade-off for a few minutes more in bed.

Precisely seven minutes and thirty seconds of dozing later, the vibration resumed on the nightstand. With a sigh Carley turned it off, and started a long, slow stretch. That was the next part of the routine. It started in her toes, pointing them forward and up, then moved slowly up her long legs, parting her thighs slightly as it moved up, arching her back and traveling up to her shoulders, then with arms above her head the stretch made its way to her fingers, and out of her body. Then she had to touch herself. Not in the way most people would think about a naked women in bed touching herself – this was just a daily inventory of all her parts – like she thought somehow parts would go missing while she slept. It started with hands behind her neck, tracing around to the collarbones, down and circling each breast, then hands flat against the nipples, moving down to the waist, almost as if measuring it. Next, firmly traveling down the abdomen, further to the space between her thighs parted by the stretch, moving to the side of the knees, and on down until finally coming to a rest on the top of her toes. With this part of the routine completed, Carley sighed, rolled, and mumbled her way to the bathroom.

As with any other day, the cold tile against her feet helped to open her eyes, but not much. Still mumbling, she opened the shower door to start the water before realizing something was amiss.

In place of her usual regimen of soaps, shampoos and potions was a collection of wonderfully scented products that not only smelled wonderful, but felt thick and luxurious. But how did they get there in place of her usual products? The answer was to come as soon as she discovered the note, tied around her toothbrush with a beautiful, red ribbon. “My favorite fragrance, on my favorite girl, for our favorite holiday”. “Prepare yourself for the best and most erotic Valentines Day of your life”. Now she knew who was responsible. But the details of the plan had her intrigued.

Her eyes were wide open now – sleep long forgotten. How had Thomas managed to get into her apartment without her knowing? Although their relationship was quite intense and committed, they had yet to exchange keys. She continued to wonder as she stepped into the warm stream of water. The usual morning scowl had been replaced with a Mona Lisa-type smile, and she began to lather her body from head to toe. The perfume made her smile – that particular fragrance had been a gift from Thomas on their first weekend away together, which had been coincidentally, on Valentine’s Day.

The aroma caused her to become lost in a memory of that erotic weekend. Innocent lathering in the shower turned to more meaningful caresses of those areas that could only bring her pleasure as well as running all of the hot water out of the rather limited tank in her apartment. Good thing the water became cold when it did. Otherwise she would have been even later for work.

Once seated in her office she gained her composure and logged on to check the anticipated flood of e-mail. Consistent with the promise that today would be the best V-Day ever, she was delighted to find the first e-mail in the long list was from Thomas. It simply said, “Enjoyed the morning show. Thanks! Hold that thought until lunch.”. “What a curious comment”, she thought to herself. But she opened the attachment on the message and found a series of photos, showing her in her shower. The pictures were amazingly clear and erotically charged. The pictures were from the wonderful time she had spent in the shower less than 90 minutes earlier.

She shouldn’t be surprised since Thomas was quite the techno-geek. Her initial reaction of surprise turned to mild titillation as she thought about Thomas sitting in his cross-town apartment watching as she showered. She pictured the sexy half-grin that must have been on his face as he saw her initial surprise. Her next mental image was that of his rock hard cock as he watched her starring in his own private show. Her lips formed a little pout as she thought about the show she would have put on, had she only known. Just thinking about it all was enough to soak her panties and certainly distract her from the work tasks at hand.

Picking up a large envelope, she quickly addressed it to Thomas at his office address. Marking it “Personal” she called a local courier service, and scheduled a pick up at the reception desk of her office. Closing the door to her office, she slipped off her panties, pressed her lips to the crotch firmly enough to leave lip prints from her lipstick, and laughed as she sealed the panties into the envelope. “Two can play this game,” she thought as she walked the package to the front desk for pick up.

This was a wonderful and competitive game of “one-ups-man-ship“ that made their relationship so exciting. They loved to find new, exciting and unforeseen ways to excite and delight each other. So, she was a bit surprised that he did not provide any feedback about his surprise delivery until their scheduled lunch appointment, Even then, it was just a simple “thanks, that was fun”. He seemed distracted and short of time.

Then he took a very authoritative tone. Was this because he knew she loved to submit to him or because he was upset about something. It became clearly the latter when he produced two parcel envelopes. With a smirk on his face he said, “Since you obviously don’t have any panties, I want you to go to the rest room and put these on”. The panties in the envelope were not the slightest bit attractive. But the vibrating bullet in the crotch told her she was really going to like them. She couldn’t help but smile when she returned to the table and found him holding a remote control, undoubtedly for the little device that was snugged up against her clitoris. A quick flip of the switch, off and on confirmed he was in control. Then, in the same commanding manner, he ordered her to pin the ugliest broach she had ever seen to her blouse. She knew him to have far better taste than that. But she soon discovered that his options had been limited. They just don’t make many pretty pieces of jewelry with cameras hidden in the rhinestones. So, now she had an afternoon full of meetings, a remote controlled vibrator between her legs and a camera that displayed everything she saw and heard on Thomas’ cell phone.

Lunch passed all too quickly and she found herself in his warm embrace. Closing her eyes to soak in the scent and feel of him, she jumped abruptly as a strong vibration coursed between her legs. Her jump was epileptic, and his laugh was pure evil. The afternoon was shaping up to be quite interesting.

Andrea, the receptionist, spied the brooch before Carley had more than three steps into the office. “Ummm . . . wow . .. that’s . . . . interesting. Gift?” Andrea was a perky little red head that was always dancing to the beat of her own drum. Short and curvy with long, spiral curls that fell to the middle of her back and a personality with that had as much sparkle as her green eyes, she always said exactly what she was thinking. Carley and Andrea had been working together for years, and shared a close friendship outside of their professional world.

Before she could answer, a turbo vibration turned what would have been words into a little squeal. A very uncharacteristic blush spread on Carley’s cheeks, as Andrea jumped from her seat and said, “What was that!?” As Andrea got closer, the little bullet jumped against Carley’s clit again. This time her reaction wasn’t quite as uncontrolled, but the distraction kept her from being able to speak. Andrea examined the brooch, as if she thought it the culprit for the sound. Also known to be distracted by shiny things, the strange sound and even stranger behavior seemed to be forgotten as she shot question after question about the origin.

A plan formed in the back of her head as she fielded Andrea’s questions with as little detail as possible, and retreated to the quiet of her office as quickly as she possibly could. Once in her office, she took off the brooch- sporting jacket and dr*ped it over the back of her chair. Immediately the phone rang. A quick glance at caller ID confirmed it was Thomas. Before she could even say hello, his deep voice was in her ear saying, “The brooch must go where you go. Everywhere. No exceptions. Do as I tell you, and I will make it more than worth your while.” The click of the conversation ending was timed simultaneously with a buzz on her now very, very moist pussy.

Unsure of how high the resolution was on the camera, Carley turned her chair slightly so it was not pointed directly at her computer screen. The tap of her nails on the keyboard was interrupted every few minutes with the vibrating bullet between her legs. Each vibration was a little longer than the last, making it something she now looked forward to – at least as long as she was alone in her office.

Carley had a big, satisfied grin as she hit send on the email she had been working on, and slipped her jacket back on. She had to give Thomas credit – he had put a lot of thought and planning into today, but she was going to up the ante, and she was relatively sure he was not prepared for what was about to happen next.

Within minutes she heard Andrea’s squeal from the door of her office. She turned to face her and prepared for the buzz – but no buzz this time. “I’ve rescheduled your meetings for the afternoon,” Andrea announced with a big grin.

Almost instantly there was a buzz, but this time it was not from between her legs. Picking up her phone, she laughed at the text message from Thomas that simply said, “That’s not fair!” She was barely able to resist the urge to answer, to tease and torment him with what was about to happen next.

Andrea stepped into Carley’s office and closed the door behind her. As Carley stood, the vibration began again she heard Andrea try, not very successfully, to suppress a giggle. She should have asked Thomas if the camera picked up audio, but knowing him, she was sure it did. She closed the blinds, turned to Andrea and said, “Okay Drea, let’s show Thomas what really happens in our afternoon briefings.” With that, Andrea began to unbutton her already low cut blouse, revealing voluminous breast spilling out of a sheer Valentine red bra.

Thomas was certainly not predictable, but Carley was prepared for the extended buzz between her legs this time. She imagined him at his desk, quite hard, wondering exactly how far she would take this. They often fantasized together about having Andrea join them. Of course, it was one of those fantasies that neither one of them ever expected to actually come to fruition - they were both content with letting their imaginations take them places reality would never allow.

Her phone rang, Thomas no doubt, but this time Carley didn’t answer the phone. She wasn’t ready to submit to his instruction – she had a plan of her own. Shedding the jacket, she once again dr*ped it across her chair, but this time made sure the brooch was aimed perfectly for what was about to take place.

She moved over to where Andrea was standing, in full view of the camera, and positioned herself behind her. In one soft, caressing movement, she gathered Andreas thick hair, and pulled it to one side. She imagined the look on Thomas’ face as she made the next move, reaching around to the front clasp on Andreas bra, and freeing her breasts, taking one in each hand.

Thomas sat at his desk, door closed and attention fixed on the screen of his cell phone. He unconsciously rubbed his swollen cock through his pants until he felt himself nearly ready to cum, then he forced himself to back off. He was saving everything for the grand finally with Carley later that night. He watched fantasy come true and wished he could be there to not only see this incredible show, but entice his other senses as well. He could imagine how they smelled. Carley was wearing the selection he had planted in her bathroom. Andrea always wore this incredibly sexy scent that Thomas inhaled to the fullest every time she walked by.

As Carley made a spectacle of Andrea’s wonderful breasts she displayed a wicked little grin for the benefit of the camera. Thomas responded with a series of short bursts, then a long vibration that nearly put her over the edge. Then he called her cell phone.

This time she answered. “Andrea seems to be really enjoying this”. “Oh, she is”. Carley answered. “I need for you both to do as I instruct’, Thomas said in his authoritative tone. He instructed her to remove both of their tops in full view of the camera. He wanted Carley to kiss Andrea’s cheeks while pressing their breasts together. “Most importantly, I want you to press your pussy as firmly against hers as you can. I want you to grind your pussies together through your clothes,” he ordered.

Carley said, “Alright.”

“What did you say?”

“Yes sir” She said in a playful voice.

Carley did as instructed. Andrea put up no resistance to the removal of her top or the embrace. She seemed to get turned on by the contact of their breasts and the kisses Carley relished on her freckled cheeks. Her hips started to undulate as Carley ground her pelvis against Andrea’s. Then Thomas hit the button. They both tensed up and Andrea grabbed Carley’s ass pulling her tighter as the vibrations rocked them both.

Carley continued to work Andrea’s full breasts for the benefit of the camera and her man that she knew was watching intently. With every few squeezes and pinches of the nipples from behind, she would reach her head around and take one of the erect nipples into her mouth for a long, deep suck. Then the table was turned and Andrea began to remove Carley’s clothing as well as the rest of her own. Now she turned her attention to Carley’s full breasts and already stiff nipples. The seeming taboo of ravishing each other in an office environment, combined with knowing that Thomas was watching and stroking his cock had both of them so excited they were dripping wet.

Once completely naked and as the embraces got more passionate, Andrea pulled away and walked to a file drawer. She opened the drawer and much to the amazement of Carley she withdrew a very realistic “strap-on”, confidently putting it on and showing it off. After an awkward moment of stunned silence, Carley said, “why on earth would you have that here in the office, and why would you have it in my file drawer?” Andrea replied, “it was a recent gift. I’m not even certain if it is for you or for me”. Having said that, she turned Carley around and bent her over the couch. She placed the tip of the latex cock against the glistening slit of Carley’s pussy. She would need no further lubrication. As she slowly buried her prosthetic cock into her, she grabbed Carley’s hair, pulled her head back (as she had so carefully been instructed to do) and said to her, “this one is for Thomas. He has had this set up with me for weeks”.

At that very moment, Thomas had to change his overall plan. While he had wanted to save every ounce of his cum for Carley to enjoy that night, he barely got his cock out of his pants before blowing the first load of spunk all over his desk. In many conversations, Carley had told him she never understood what any two women could enjoy about sex with a strap-on. He loved to push her out of her comfort zone and watch the sense of heightened excitement that overcame her. At that moment it appeared that her opinion of such toys might have changed. She and Andrea appeared to be enjoying every thrust of the toy that would be replaced by his real cock in just a matter of hours. He continued to massage his delightfully spent cock, confident that he was going to come out on top of their sweet Valentines competition to see who could most creatively and lustfully surprise the other.