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You knew I would come… When you sent me that note and told me about your desire, you knew I would come. How could I resist such an invitation? You knew I would come, but you did not know exactly when.
I watched you through your bedroom window. There was a slight chill to the evening breeze and there were goose bumps all over my flesh but they had nothing to do with the temperature of the air. Your note had been simple and direct. “Take me!” it had said. You knew I would come…
I heard the shower running and saw the bathroom window grow opaque from the steam. I could hear the water splashing across your magnificent body and onto the floor as I quietly entered through your open bedroom window. I watched you as you tilted your head back, caressing your auburn hair and working it into a lather. What you didn’t realize is that you were also working me into a lather. You see, you didn’t realize it, but I had come… For you!
As you worked the washcloth over your body I stood mesmerized. The way you cupped each breast in one hand as you gently massaged it with the cloth in your other hand… The way you took that extra second to lightly play with each nipple, teasing it with the relative roughness of the cloth. As you bent over to run the cloth over the length of your shapely legs your perfectly rounded cheeks pressed against the shower door… My mind raced to that exquisite damp spot that you always offer up to me so readily… The thought almost overwhelming me… Making me want to dispense with my plan and rush in there and take you right there in the shower.
But no, I must do what I’ve come here to do. As is your custom, you complete your bathing ritual by leaning back against the wall and allowing the warm pulsing jet to hit you in just the perfect way. As I see you leaning against the wall I know it is time to prepare. I only have a few minutes before you will be done with your shower.
You start to whimper a bit, saying something about how this may not be a good idea. “It’s too late for that now” I say. I take the panties that were on the bed, the ones you had intended to wear after your shower and force them into your mouth while telling you that this should keep you quiet. You begin to struggle a little bit as I reach for your ankles. I can see a bit of uncertainty or is that fear in your eyes? Once I’ve secured your ankles I blindfold you with the one remaining scarf. Now you are utterly and completely at my mercy.
Now just as the ice reaches your clit you feel my mouth which I have warmed with a glass of hot water take your cold nipple between my lips. The contrast between the cold on your clit and the heat on your nipples cause instant goose bumps. With your nipple in my mouth I look at the little bumps all across your other breast. As I take your nipple between my teeth and give that little nip that you so love I slip the cube deep inside you. It enters easily as you are by now soaking wet in anticipation.
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