Chapter 9
by
Ellie Mack
Day 6
I worked all day on the
presentation for the medical center. I think the centrally located elevators
and escalators near an atrium garden will make the whole thing pop. I added a small water feature because the
sound of water is soothing, and well hospital – soothing, yeah it seemed to
work.
I've never told you but I have a photographic memory.
Yes, well I came back here, and worked on sketching out everything I saw
at the clinic; the layout, the general floor design, I took it all in and
stored the information in my little brain receptors, until I could sketch it.
You probably would laugh at how I work, but I had my sketches sprawled out all
over the floor, specific features I liked on the chair next to me, and more
sketches spread out on the other side.
It works
OK? Trevor laughed at me, and made fun
of my sketches but it helps me visualize, and see it in 3D. He never respected my work anyway. Why am I even bringing him up again? Ugh, he’s already taken more from my life
than I would have ever imagined. I’m not going
to give him anything more. New
rule: no more mention of Trevor. OK one final thing: He's an ASS!
I wonder if
you’d laugh. Would you mock me? You don’t seem the type. Would you be fascinated? Hmm, I don’t know. Would you be at least interested? I would hope so. Maybe someday I’ll get to find out. This is what I do, it's how I express myself.
I missed you
this morning, not being able to wake up next to you. It made me sad.
Oh and by
the way baby, I LOST WEIGHT! SQUEAL! I
don’t expect you to notice, because you haven’t known me for long, but I’m
stoked! Maybe I’ll buy some new clothes
here after all!
I looked
around in the shop just down the street.
I didn’t find anything interesting, bummer. I’m heading back to hotel now, finish up my
presentation and pick up my work mess.
By then you should be back. Take
a hot shower together, have some more great sex, mmm sounds like a good plan to
me.
Day 6
3:00 p.m.
It didn’t
take much to finish up my presentation, I even ran through it twice. I had
hoped that you’d be back by now. I picked up all my sketches and just stacked
them on the table. What can I say, I’m
turning into a bad, bad girl. Your
present has been taunting me since I opened it.
I have to admit I’m curious and I did promise to keep an open mind to
new adventures.
* * *
* *
Stephanie
closed her journal, leaving the pen, in the crease between the pages. It hadn’t taken much time at all to put the
finishing touches on her presentation.
She kept glancing at the toy he’d left her. Stephanie finished her tea, and wished she had
something a bit stronger. She wanted to
try it , but was nervous and embarrassed.
There was no one to see her, and she knew Rob would ask. She also knew he would want to play with it
later with her.
That thought
shot a zing straight through her. Stephanie
walked over to the fridge. Rob had
brought some things over with him that first night. He’d showed her how to mix a few drinks since
she didn’t drink much. She took
the bucket to the ice maker down the hall, filling it completely. She could always use the rest to chill the
wine later.
She opened
the metal shaker container and added the ingredients just as he’d shown
her. Three measures of Bombay sapphire,
one of vodka, half a measure of Lillet Blanc, then twisted the cap back on shaking
it really well. She shook it vigorously
as she eyed the box, feeling a flush of pleasure. There was something seductive about daring to try something she
had viewed as taboo. The mixed emotions
warred within her mind, the arguments for experiencing new things and those
against tasting the forbidden.
She reached
into the cabinet and took out one of the glasses. She poured the mix into it
and swirled. Rob had a plastic container
with lemons and a few long curls of lemon peel.
She picked one out licking her fingers, then swirled the glass and took
a sip. It was good, almost as good as
when Rob had mixed them. This was a first for her as well, having a drink
alone. Oh, there were times she sipped
wine at home alone but that was different.
Having a cocktail by yourself seemed foreign to her thinking. Why hadn’t she? Did she worry about what others thought? Was she afraid she’d turn into an
alcoholic? She took another sip as she
walked to the table opening her journal.
3: ish
I have
another first to report: I made myself a
cocktail just like you showed me and I’m having it by myself. There is no one here but me and “the gift”. Daddy used to come home and fix himself a
mixed drink. I remember he drank Seven and seven; sometimes a highball, and
sometimes Scotch. I’ll have to try the
scotch someday.
Usually when
I have a drink I will go out with my friends. Letti usually goes with me to The Suite and we
typically get margaritas at happy hour. Love, love, love their tapas bar! Can’t tell you how many times that was
dinner. A few drinks and a bit of tapas
while we unwind and joke about the stupid things that happened throughout the day.
NOTE: Make sure to
send Letti a gift – she’s an awesome friend!
She was there for me with all the crap with Trevor, and encouraged me to
keep talking with you Rob. You may want to send her a thank you gift because I
was so crushed after Trevor’s . . .
whatever you call it, that I was just going to hide in my office and never come
out. She thought it would be good for me
to chat with you. She thought it would
be good to have a male friend that I could talk with and help me get over it.
NOTE 2: Buy a gift for Rob! Don’t argue with me – you deserve it!
NOTE 2: Buy a gift for Rob! Don’t argue with me – you deserve it!
I plan to
introduce myself to your gift in a while, as soon as I get up my nerve.
* * * * *
Stephanie
took a big swig of her drink, walking over to the box. She took the toy out, holding it in her
hand. She turned it over examining it
and giggled. She couldn’t help it. Somehow the idea seemed absolutely hilarious,
and naughty. She set her drink down and
examined it a little closer. There was a
soft membrane on the base, she pushed it.
It began vibrating. She laughed
out loud, feeling the vibration tickling her hand. She pushed the button again
and it vibrated faster. A warm flush
came over her as she chewed her lower lip.
She pushed it again and it vibrated so strongly it moved itself across
her palm. Her eyes grew larger as her
hand tingled from the vibration. She
clicked it again and it shut off.
Stephanie
placed it back in the box and took her drink.
Her arm crossed over her waist, she stood looking at it. Then she turned her hand over looking at her
hand, it still tingled. She slammed the
remainder of her drink, walking back to the kitchenette area.
As she mixed
up another drink, she thought of a name for her purple friend and giggled. It was perfect. She poured the ingredients in, shook the
mixer doing a little happy dance when she decided she needed some music. She popped her iPhone into her Griffin dock
and selected her 'after hours' play list. First
up was NIckleback, and she did a little dance move as she dropped the lemon
peel into her glass. She picked up her
glass, lifting it in toast to the toy and giggled. She went back to her journal for a quick entry.
* * * * *
Thought of a
name for “the gift”. It is hereby named Mr.
Prince! I crack myself up!! Going to introduce myself, see if we can
get acquainted. LOL!
* * * * *
Stephanie
walked over to the box, picking up her gift.
She took a big swig of her drink before setting the glass down.
“Hi, my name’s
Stephanie. What’s yours? OH, Mr. Prince nice to meet you.”
She danced around a bit, thinking she needed a different song
with a sultry beat, something provocative.
“So I hear you know how to show a girl a good time. I’ve got a confession. I’m not interested in a long term thing, just
an occasional “booty call”. See, I met
this man. He’s amazingly awesome. I know you probably don't want to hear about him. She took another sip. "Oh you don't mind? Great because I think I'm in love with him. Seriously! He is caring, sensitive, loving, adventurous, and quite sexy. He’s very understanding about my needs,
though. In fact he encouraged me to get
to know you.”
She picked
up her drink, swirling the glass before taking a big swig. “I’m up for a bit of sport so long as you
know I’m not looking for any major commitments.
What’s that? You’ve been looking
for a girl that just wanted a little action?
Oh, well . . . maybe you misunderstand.”
She was
beginning to feel a little tipsy, a little less inhibited as the thoughts of
what she’d like to be doing with Rob filled her mind. “See it’s like this.” She slammed the rest of her drink, then set
the glass down, blinking. “Wow, that’s
some powerful stuff. I’ve had four
margaritas before I felt like this.
Gonna have to talk to Rob about this.
I think he was trying to get me drunk before. Anyway, I"m not interested in just a little action. See, since I've gotten to know Rob, I feel almost insatiable. It's like he flipped the switch on and I can't seem to shut it off. I've got all these years to make up for. So you see, you've got a real challenge.” Stephanie giggled at herself for the ridiculous conversation, but decided she was having fun with it anyway.
She danced
back around to the little table and dug inside the box. A bottle of lube, and instructions, and . . .”OOH! What’s this?”
She reached into the box and pulled out a small velvety box. She opened it, her eyes grew large. She laid Mr. Prince down on the table. “Oh Rob! You are the most thoughtful amazing man. I wish you were here so I could kiss you, and
you know, all those other things.
Stephanie raced to the mirror to put the necklace on. Her fingers tracing over the smooth gold,
lifting the diamond studded infinity symbol from her chest. It was beautiful!
Stephanie
walked back over and picked up Mr. Prince. “You see you have some stiff
competition right? " She blushed and and laughed at her statement. "That's funny, don't you get it? Stiff? It's funny!" She set her glass in the small sink. "I mean he’s amazing! I don’t expect you to be buying me gifts, or
calling me the next morning, got it? And
if things don’t work out – well don’t call me I’ll call you or not. I’ll let you know. AS long as we understand
each other, let’s get to it!”
She moved to
the bed. She looked at the paper that
said instructions then set them aside. “Really? I think I can figure things out here.” She lifted her sundress over her head, and
tossed it across the chair. “Mr. Prince
the first thing you should know I suppose is my name. It’s Stephanie. No, no last names. Let’s keep this as our
little secret rendezvous. You don’t have
to tell me your first name either. I
like the mystery and intrigue.”
Stephanie
pushed the button once, and Mr. Prince began vibrating in a low hum. “Glad to
see you’re excited.” She rubbed it over
her nipple then the other one. The
vibrations making her nipples harden and peak.
“Mmm, very nice. Too bad you can’t
lick though.” She unfastened her bra,
tossing it on top of her sundress. She
opened the bottle of lube and squeezed a bit over her nipples, then rubbed the
vibrating tip over them. Wow! It felt really good.
Her
fingers slid lower, trailing down her stomach.
“Let’s see what else you can do.”
She pulled the silky fabric of her panties aside, caressing with her
fingers, feeling herself grow moist. “ I
don’t think we’re going to need any of that lube, do you?” She looked at her purple and silver toy, then
slid it down her skin over her abdomen, touching against her belly button, down
her lower abs to just above her clit.
She chewed her lip anxious to experience this new sensation, but a
little apprehensive as well. “ I don’t know, maybe I should have another drink before I let you get to know me intimately.” Heat was already pooling between her legs, thoughts of Rob walking in catching her made it seem even more daring and adventurous. “ Oh what the hell. Let’s go for it Mr. Prince.” She touched the tip to her clit. Her eyelids closed with the instant pleasure. “Oh wow!” She rubbed it against herself, enjoying the new sensation. “Mmm, you’re good.” She moved the toy in longer strokes, just touching the tip inside her. “Oh, wow. I’m sure Rob will have a proper demonstration for me later.” With that she pushed the tip a little further in, the vibration sending a ripple all the way up her body. Stephanie clicked the end to the next setting. "Mmmm." She rubbed it over and inside of herself, making quick short strokes, almost going deeper but not quite. She pressed it harder against her clit, an instant jolt of pleasure. She continued for a few seconds letting it build. Soon, she was lost in the pleasure, alternating over her clit and inside herself., the pressure building, she was getting close to orgasm. She had to have more.
Stephanie pushed the toy deeper, touching that spot that as of yet Rob seemed to be the only one to hit. She worked faster, deeper pressing against herself until she exploded in orgasm. She continued working Mr. Prince until the waves subsided, then ran the wet toy over herself, down over her back hole, remembering the play with the girls. That thought sparked a whole new wave of lust, and she turned the vibrator on high. The tingles that went through her as it vibrated over her ass, then plunging inside herself sent her over the edge to another orgasm. Twice more she brought herself to orgasm before her actions were interrupted by her cell phone ringing.
She quickly jumped up to answer. "Hello?" It was a London number, but not Rob.
"Ms. Colson? Stephanie Colson?" It was a deep male voice.
"Yes?" She couldn't imagine who it could be. "Who is this?"
"Ms. Colson, there's been an accident. Mr. Taylor has listed you as next of kin. He's in critical condition. "
She didn't hear anything else the man said. "What? Rob is hurt? Where? What happened?" Tears welled in her eyes. No, this couldn't be happening. "What room? Where do I need to go?"
"Calm down Ms. Colson. He's stable at the moment, but if you could get here soon."
"Yes of course just give me the address." She scribbled furiously, swiping at the tears.
She closed out the call, looking around feeling immense guilt that she'd been masturbating while he was in critical condition. "Oh baby I'm so sorry," It came out barely more than a whisper. Quickly she dressed, and slipped on a pair of sandals. Mr. Prince was roughly tossed back into the box, the lid set on top. She grabbed a light sweater on her way out.
Frantically Stephanie went to the front desk and asked the man what was the best way to get to the hospital from there. Smelling the alcohol on her he called a cab. It was only a few minutes before the cab arrived. Stephanie thrust the paper in front of him, as she could barely keep from bursting into tears.
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