0 comments/ 9057 views/ 2 favorites A Week to Remember By: LonelyKnight As I sat in the lobby waiting for Helen to come down, I reflected on our relationship as I pretended to read my magazine. We had never met face to face, but I felt as if I had known her all of my life. We met on ICQ by chat request; her ad immediately intrigued me. I was married, but in a lonely marriage, and our first chat indicated that she was in a similar marriage. We chatted a few times without any sexual discussions. Then one night I couldn’t sleep and signed on to ICQ. I was more than a little sexually frustrated and frankly was looking for an online lover. She was online, and I knew I really didn’t have much hope of finding what I was looking for by chatting with her. I messaged her and we chatted for a while. I told her that I wasn’t able to sleep and she confessed that she had that problem, too. I decided that I would need to look some place else for the relief that I needed. Just as I was saying my good-byes, she stopped me. “Do you ever do anything on here to help you sleep?” she asked. “Yes, sometimes,” I confessed. Our fantasy took us for a walk on the beach where we made passionate love in my favorite secluded area. It was a little awkward at first, but we soon got in sync and the passion grew. I could tell by her words that she would be a skilled lover. We both enjoyed a release of the tension that had built inside of us. We continued our chat and enjoyed another beautiful climax before saying good night. I went to bed peacefully, thinking of this wonderful lady. It was a few weeks before I was able to catch her online again. It was late at night and again, I needed relief. Again, I confessed my problem to her and she suggested that we shower together. She took control as she bathed me and drove me close to the edge. I took her to the bed and we had raw animal sex, again reaching a thundering climax. We continued our sporadic online lovemaking by keyboard for several weeks. I suggested to her that I would like to voice chat with her. She was reluctant, saying that she was to shy to say those words. Finally, she agreed and our relationship blossomed. She didn’t have to say the words. Her sultry voice and passion came through. I had never had an experience online that seemed so real. We had agreed in the beginning that we wouldn’t get emotionally involved and because we were both married with children, it would be impossible to meet. The first condition fell be the wayside very soon as our emotions took over and we found ourselves expressing our love for each other. This intensified our passion and the online sex got better and better. We both wondered if it would be as good if we ever met. Is fantasy better than real life? Well, the time had come when we were about to find out. I nervously waited in the lobby while turning the pages of the Sports Illustrated magazine that I had picked up in the gift shop. Every ding of the elevators distracted me as I anxiously wondered whether it was her. “Ding”, the magic elevator finally arrived, bringing my love to me. I looked around and saw her. I immediately recognized her from the pictures that she had emailed to me. I rose from the couch and slowly approached her as I drank in her beauty. My arms reached out for her and before saying a word, I embraced her, holding her tightly. “It’s so good to finally see you,” I whispered in her ear. “You’re not disappointed?” she asked. She had always been so self critical of her looks. “You are lovely, Darling,” I said as I kissed her softly on her delicious lips. “Are you ready for dinner?” “Yes, I am starving,” she said, while still checking me out. “Our chariot awaits, Dear, “ I joked as I led her to my car. I opened the door and helped her in, not missing a glance at her legs as her skirt rode up to her thighs. As we rode through the traffic to the restaurant, I pointed out all of the interesting places that we could visit and theaters that we could attend during her week here. “If we have time,” I thought to myself. I had reserved a table in the back corner of the restaurant. The hostess led us to it and we sat in the candlelight. We held hands across the small table as we talked about our trips here. The waitress brought the bottle of wine that I had ordered and poured each of us a glass half full. I knew the effect that a couple of glasses would have on my loved one. She would relax and that wonderful sense of humor would entertain us. “Here’s to a great week of pure happiness,” I said, as we tinked our glasses together. The food was ordered and brought efficiently to our table almost unnoticed in our intrigue with one another. As the wine had its predicted effect, Helen began to talk uninhibited by her original nerves. I felt her bare foot slowly moving up my leg as she chatted nonchalantly. “Hmmm,” I thought as I slid forward slightly. “This is going to be a wonderful evening.” Her leg moved up my thigh and began to massage my growing manhood. I moaned with pleasure as she skillfully brought me to full erection. We mutually decided to skip dessert. I had to walk close behind her as we exited the restaurant. Getting into the car, she let her skirt ride high on her thighs, as if I needed any more stimulation. As we drove back to the hotel, she snuggled close and nuzzled my neck as she gently rubbed up and down my now fully erect manhood. I held her close and massaged the side of her breast as I struggled to keep my eyes on the road. I parked the car and we quickly headed for the elevator. I pushed the button for my floor and the doors closed. We began kissing passionately as our hands explored one another. My hands were moving up and down her back feeling the softness of her body as our tongues played. As the doors opened, we continued to kiss and hold one another until we arrived at my door. Fumbling with the card key, I hurriedly unlocked and opened the door. I picked my Baby up and carried her into the bedroom. I was glad that the scented candles were still burning. There was no need to turn on the lights. There was no need for more foreplay. We had both waited for this moment for so long. We quickly began to undress one another. Finally, I saw that beautiful body that I had only imagined before. Her breasts were more lovely and perky than I had seen on those scans that she had sent. We embraced and our lips met in a passionate kiss as our bodies pressed against one another. Her nipples were hard against my chest. My hands went down her back squeezing her bottom as I ground myself against her. Our movements were feverish now, the passion growing until we could no longer stand it. I pushed her back against the bed, sitting her on it and pressing her on to her back. I kneeled in front of her lifting her leg. Beginning with her ankle, I began to kiss and lick my way up to her inner thigh. Now alternating between her thighs I kissed and licked my way up to her wet womanhood. She spread her thighs and raised her hips, moaning in anticipation of my mouth on her sensitive parts. I began at the bottom of her wet valley, licking between her swollen labia. My fingers opened her to my hungry mouth as my tongue touched her sensitive bud of pleasure. “Mmmm, Jack,” she moaned as she bucked her hips into my mouth. I began sucking and kissing her clit as I inserted two fingers into her wet tunnel. I began flicking her now hard and erect clit as I moved my fingers in and out pressing up against her g spot. She moaned loudly as I felt her body tense up. I removed my fingers and rammed my tongue deep inside of her as she shook with an explosive climax. I held her against my face as wave after wave of pleasure came from inside of her body into her spasming womanhood. I waited for her body to settle down before crawling up on the bed beside her, taking her into my arms and kissing her hungrily. She sucked my tongue into her mouth tasting her juices. Her hands reached for my throbbing manhood and began to stroke and squeeze it gently. She pushed me onto my back as she began to kiss her way down my chest, teasing me as she moved from side to side, stopping to tongue my belly button. My hips were moving in anticipation. My hand was on her head encouraging her on her downward journey. She took my testicles in one hand, gently fondling them as she stroked my hardness with the other. She smiled up at me before licking the precum from the tip of the mushroom head. Her tongue circled it slowly as her hands continued to stimulate me to a higher and higher plateau. I raised my hips as her mouth took the head inside and her tongue made swirls around it. “Oh My God,” I moaned. I was feeling first hand what she had described to me so many times before. “How much more can I take?” She continued with her skillful tongue and hands, licking up the bottom of my shaft, pressing hard against that most sensitive spot. My hips were raising off the bed, trying to find her warm wet mouth as she continued to tease my shaft. “Baby, I can’t last much longer,” I pleaded. She took her cue and slid her mouth around the head, then moving her lips down the shaft, sucking hard as I felt the head touching the back of her throat. She tightened her lips and sucked harder as her head moved up and down. One hand squeezed my testicles while the other followed her lips up and down my shaft. “Here it CUMS, Baby,” I moaned as I felt my balls tightening and my cock swelling. My cock pulsated as I shot load after load of my hot seed into her throat. She swallowed all that she could with the excess flowing down the shaft and between my legs. My cock continued to throb for several seconds, still leaking cum into her waiting mouth. She then licked me clean, using her skillful tongue to get every drop, before sliding up beside me and kissing me lovingly on my waiting lips. We kissed and held one another as we expressed our Love for one another with words and kisses. Both of us were exhausted and satisfied like we had never been before. We cuddled up, with me spooning in behind her, and drifted off to sleep thinking about the days that we had ahead. A Week to Remember This story takes place in Montreal about six months and involves six cousins, a grandma and one friend... The main character is called Antoine and he's 18 at that time. Today, he can't stop thinking of that week... Since the death of my parents, I live with my grandma, Suzan, in her house for six years now. I never thought about having sex with a 65 years old woman until that week. Let me introduce her. She has short grey hair, down to her elbows. She's about 5'6" and 110 pounds. I don't know why my grandpa leaved her, because she looks pretty for a woman of that age. Back in the days, her breast was firm and her pussy shaved every week! By now, she has saggy tits, with dark and round areolas and she hasn't shaved that pussy for years... she still looks cute. One day, it was my birthday. I turned 18! Around 9 am, Suzan came to wake me up. As usual, I had my daily hard-on and grandma noticed it. I was wearing a pair of boxer and nothing else. In addition, I felt asleep on my cloths and not under. I couldn't hide myself and Suzan knew it. She took about a minute or two to watch the tent in my boxer. Before I woke up, she couldn't resist and placed her hands close to my waist and grabbed the elastic of my boxer. She slowly pulled it down. Pop! My fully erect cock popped out. At this instant, I woke up... Grandma was amazed. "My God, it's been a while since I had a cock right in front of me!" she said. I was in shock, but at the same time, I wasn't sure if I was dreaming. I don't know if it was the effect of surprise, but she wished me a Happy Birthday, and kissed the tips of my cock. Wow! I was a virgin at this time and my grandma was the first one to touch my dick... except my hand. Me: "What was that grandma? Why have you did this?" Suzan: "I'm sorry Antoine. The only dick I've saw in my life was the one of your grandpa... since he's gone, I never touched one." Me: "Oh!" Suzan: "Did you enjoy it?" Me: "Well, you are the first one to kiss me there... yea, it wasn't bad." Suzan: "I used to kiss your grandpa there every morning... but he wasn't as hard as you are." Wow! I never heard my grandma talking like this. I was so horny that I forgotten that she is my grandma. Before I could say something, she stood up and walked toward the door. "Bye kid, I'll be doing your breakfast in the kitchen. See you later" she said. I was still naked with my hard-on... it couldn't stay like that. Me: "Wait a second." Suzan: "Do you have something to say?" Me: "Well, I know it's kind of... weird and... I don't know if... it's a good or a bad thing but..." Suzan: "Hurry up! What do you want?" Me: "Ok! Ok! Calm down... as you can see, I have a hard-on. Every morning, I use to jack-off in the bathroom, but for today... umm... maybe... you could help me?" Suzan: "What? Are you serious boy?" Me: "I mean, you kissed my dick and you talked about sucking grandpa's cock. It makes me horny." Suzan: "Oh! The young kid's becoming a man... maybe I could help you with that." Me: "It would be awesome!" Suzan: "Okey! Fine, it will be your birthday gift. You're better to keep that little «extra» for yourself!" Me: "Ok! Fine." Suzan: "So, what do you want me to do?" Me: "Umm... I'd like you to... give me a blowjob!" Suzan: "Can I keep my clothes on? Do I have to swallow your cum?" Me: "Yes for both... please, swallow me." Suzan: "Well, in this case, don't say it before you come... make a surprise of it!" Awesome, my grandma knelled between my legs, ready to suck my cock. "Ready son?" she asked. I've waited for this moment to long! She grabbed my dick in her right hand and licked it from the bottom to the top. While her hand was going up and down, her tongue touched the tip of my cock and she began to lick it. It felt so good! She has spit on my dick to stroke it even faster. Suddenly, her mouth ate my cock. I moaned loudly. I was in heaven. Instead of her hand, it was now her mouth that was going up and down on my dick. Her right hand was still on it while her left hand plays with my balls. To be honest, if I had known that my grandma sucked cock like this, I'm sure I would ask her before. Now, she took out my cock of her mouth and began to stroke it again, making sure to twist very hard on the tip of it. Suzan: "Do you like it baby?" Me: "Oh yea grandma! Keep sucking. I like it when you do circles with your tongue!" My dick went back in her mouth. She was sucking very fast and I couldn't keep all that cum inside me for a long time. She was working on it for the last 15 minutes. I couldn't believe I haven't cum yet. Dring! Dring! The phone rang... By instinct, I answered while grandma was sucking me. It was my cousin. Me: "Hello. Who is it?" Brian: "Hey Antoine! It's me, Brian. Did I disturb you?" Me: "Well... umm... no! Oh yea... keep going!" Brian: "What? What's going on over there? What are you doing?" At this point, grandma was sucking so hard, it felt incredibly good! I was breathing faster than usual and my cousin noticed it. Brian: "Are you alone? Tell me... what's going on?" Me: "No way, I can't tell you." Brian: "Why not? Are you jacking-off? Ah! Ah!" Me: "Well..." Brian: "What «well»? You fucking bastard, you're jacking-off while you're talking to me!" Me: "Wait! I'm not jacking-off... someone is there to... give me pleasure." Brian: "Uh?" Me: "I'm getting a blowjob dumbass!" Brian: "What? Right now? Who is it? Does she suck good?" Me: "Be in a competition, she probably wins! But I'm not telling who is it" Brian: "Why not? Is it grandma? Ah! Ah! Ah!" he told me by joking. Oups! Grandma's mouth was now full of sperm. One or two loads went also directly on her lips and around her mouth. She was still working on it, even if my dick became limp. She plays with it in her mouth like if it was a toy. Then, I came back to reality... Brian: "Hey! Hello? I heard you moan... is it done? Did you come?" Me: "Oh yea! And she swallowed all." Brian: "God! You're so lucky. I wish I could get suck off me too... I've never been." Me: "This was my first time... you missed something!" Brian: "Ok! Any way, would you like to play hockey tomorrow?" Me: "Oh yea! All the cousins will be there?" Brian: "Yea! Well, see you tomorrow bastard!" Me: "Ok! Bye! See you tomorrow at grandma's house." Now, my grandma leaved my sticky and limp dick alone, and came to give me a kiss. She still had sperm all over her face but I didn't upset me. I tasted my own cum for the first time. "Go take a shower" she said. "I'll be downstairs with your breakfast" she added. I gave her a hug and said thanks for the gift and went in the shower. At the table, none of us said something. It was like that until her friend, Martha, knocked at the door and took her out. She told me she had fun this morning and blew me a kiss. "Bye grandma, see you later!" I said. When she came back, I was sleeping and dreaming about the day I had. Obliviously, I had a hard-on. As she entered in my room to say good night, I woke up. Suzan: "Sorry kid, I didn't want to wake you." Me: "That's ok." Suzan: "I'm sorry, but I told to Martha what happened earlier..." Me: "Oh... what does she said?" Suzan: "She was shocked at first, but she asked a lot of questions...I think she was horny too, because she told me she hasn't had sex for the last 10 years!" Me: "Wow! That's a long time!" Suzan: "Would you like to meet her tomorrow? Maybe we could do something together." Me: "Like a threesome?" Suzan: "Yea... kind of. We could suck you together." Me: "Cool!" Suzan: "Ok! I'll call her right now." Me: "Oh! Grandma... would who like to... suck me again... right now? I can't stop thinking of what you did this morning and my dick is really hard right now and..." I haven't finished speaking and my dick was already in her mouth! She mostly worked on the tip of my cock. She was so intense that I filled her mouth in five minutes. Grandma said she was tired and went immediately in her bedroom. The next morning, around 10 am, I heard noise coming from downstairs. Martha was here! I went back in my bed wearing only my boxer. Knowing exactly what was going to happen, I got an instant hard-on. While I simulated that I was sleeping, I heard grandma and Martha's voices. They knocked at the door... then opened it. Suddenly, I felt one, then two, three and four hands on my cock. I woke up with a surprised face... but I knew they were going to do this. "Good morning" Martha said. "May we make you come this morning?" grandma added. Me: "Of course you can!" and I pulled off my boxer. Martha: "Nice cock boy! Let me taste it." This 63 years old lady knows how to suck a cock! She was working on it like a pro and grandma began to touch Martha's ass. Slowly, her hands went between her friend's legs. Five minutes later, Martha stood up and took off her t-shirt. Wow! She wasn't wearing a bra her I finally saw my first pair of tits! They are 34DD. "Play with them while you grandma take off my pant and panties" she told me. I massaged them... pinched her nipple... sucked them! Then, her hairy pussy came to view. My grandma rubbed it and it made Martha even hotter. Martha: "Would you like to suck it Antoine?" Me: "Oh yea!" Martha: "Ok! Then, put your back on your bed, I'll sit on your face while Suzan is sucking your cock." It was awesome! My grandma was sucking me and I had my first pussy right in my face. Grandma was working on my cock as usual... licking the tip, playing with my ball...! I had to take care of Martha's pussy. I wasn't sure of what to do. At first, I licked her pussy lips... they were huge. I never saw pussy lips that huge in my favourite porno movie! I also sucked her clit. She moaned and she putted more pressure on my face. My tongue went directly inside her pussy. "Oh yea! That's feels good... keep going" she said. Meanwhile, my cousins, Brian (18 years old), Charles (also 18), Derek (19)... all virgin, and Eric and Fred, both 19... and more experienced in sex, knocked at the door downstairs. I totally forgot the hockey game today! The door was unlocked, so, they decided to come in. "Hello! Antoine? Grandma? Are you there?" Derek said. All of them started to look around and go in every room to find us. Martha, grandma and I never heard them, so, we continued to have sex. I still had Martha's pussy on my face and grandma was still sucking my cock. "Holly shit! Guys, come over here! Hurry up!" Charles said. He stood in front of my bedroom's door with his mouth wild open. Damn, he saw us! The two ladies and I stood up, one next to each other... Martha and I are fully naked. My dick was now limp scared as well. Now, my five cousins were looking at us. Fred: "What are you doing here?" Derek: "What do you think dumbass... they were fucking." Brian: "Yea... without us!" Charles: "That's not fair! I want my dick sucked too!" Brian: "Me too!" Derek: "Don't forget mine." Eric: "I can't wait!" Fred: "Getting sucked? Why don't we fuck grandma and her friend? I'm sure they did Antoine..." Me: "Hey! They just sucked me, we didn't fuck!" Eric: "Well, there's a first time for everything!" Suzan: "I'm not sure if we should do this..." Martha looked at her and whispered in her ear. She told her that wasn't a bad idea. They both haven't had sex for a long time and we were six young men ready to fuck... "I can take two virgin plus Eric... and you take Antoine, Fred and Derek" Martha said to my grandma. My dick got hard again and Brian saw it. Then, he said: "Looks like Antoine is ready for it!" "Me too" said Charles while he pulled down his pant and boxer. His dick wasn't erect yet and it was longer than mine... Martha immediately knelled in front of him and took his cock in her mouth. She took it out and began to stroke it. We saw his huge dick growing in front of us. Meanwhile, Fred and Derek took off grandma's clothes. She did the same with them. She was beautiful with her hairy pussy! There were six erect cocks in the room and two old ladies... "I thought my cock was big... but Charles's one is much bigger" said Fred. "Well, look at mine, I'm not big as you are..." added Brian. At this point, we all looked at each other cock. Then, Derek, who has the smallest cock, said to Charles: "Can I touch your dick? Martha seems to have fun with it..." Suzan: "I have an idea! Charles, sit down on this chair... Then, each of us will suck his dick for about two minutes each." Martha: "Sounds good to me!" My cousins and I didn't enjoy that proposition at first... we wanted pussies, not dicks! "Come on guys" said Martha. "I thought it would be great... we all look amazed in front of his cock. Then, it will be our turn on the chair... one by one" added grandma. Fred: "Grandma, can I fuck you after?" Suzan: "Yea!" So, Charles sat down on the chair and I was the first to go. Martha sat next to him to teach us how to suck. It was weird at first, but I said to myself that I was next on this chair... Charles's cock was too big for my mouth, so, I just suck the tip of it. After me, Martha, Fred, Eric, grandma, Derek and Brian sucked Charles's cock. Brian had a surprise when he was working on it. Charles jerked in his mouth. Brian wasn't shocked... he enjoy it! Fred: "You little slut! You almost swallowed all!" Brian: "Well, I used to eat my own cum... it taste different." We were all amazed to hear that. "What does it taste?" asked Derek. Before Brian answered, grandma said: "To know it, each of you will have to come in one of your cousin's mouth... then, you'll try our pussies!". We were so horny that we agreed. I sat on the chair and seven mouths passed on my dick. I finally came in Fred's mouth. Eric came in Derek's mouth. He came in mine and Brian came in Charles's mouth. Then, Fred came in Eric's mouth. Our dicks were now limp, but we wanted to fuck so much! "Ok! Take Antoine, Derek and Fred and I'll take the others" said Martha. It's time to fuck! We sat in groups of three on each side of my bed. Grandma was sucking my cock to get it hard while I was masturbating my cousin's cocks in both hands. Martha was doing the same thing on the other side. Derek got hard before Fred and I. Grandma decided to let him fuck her at first. She bended over, placing her ass in the air, and sucking Fred's cock. Meanwhile, she was working mine. Derek played a little bit with his dick by rubbing it on grandma's pussy lips. "Go ahead or you'll lose your turn!" she said. In one shot, he put his dick as deep as he could. He worked her pussy like this about five minutes. I decided to place my face close to my grandma pussy to have a better view while she was now sucking my cock. Derek took me by surprise. He pulled out of the pussy his dick and putted it in my mouth. I sucked as hard as I could and he pulled it back in grandma's pussy. Five minutes later, he loaded her pussy with his cum. Meanwhile, Eric and Charles were fucking Martha's pussy and ass. At the same time, Brian got his cock sucked. He was so excited, that he stopped sucking Martha's nipples and began to play with Charles and Eric's balls. At the same time, Eric, Charles and Martha had an orgasm. Both guys filled her holes with their cum and it was now leaking on Brian's hands. He licked one and gave the other to Martha. Meanwhile, I was fucking grandma's pussy. I didn't needed lub because of Derek's cum. It was warm inside and I loved it. I often put my dick out of grandma's pussy to see it full of my cousin's cum. I took it in my hand and lick my fingers to eat it. When grandma had her tits sucked by Fred and Derek, Fred decided to fuck her in the ass. It was awesome because we were going in and out at the same time. We could fell each other's cock! That gave me an incredible orgasm and I filled grandma's pussy with my cum. Fred passed from grandma's pussy to her ass. Then, went back in it, etc. Derek and I did a 69. "Derek, why don't you fuck you cousin's ass?" grandma asked. He immediately put my dick out of his mouth and putted his cock in my ass. It hurts so badly the first time... but it was cool. While she had her ass and pussy fucked by Fred, grandma sucked me. Brian saw Derek on me and he decided to fuck Charles's ass while Eric was working on Martha. They were doing a 69. Both of grandma and Martha have been filled with three young cocks. Derek fucked my ass and Brian did Charles's one. "Let's switch. Take my boys and I'll take yours" said grandma. My cousins and I fucked our "new lady" like we did to the other. In their ass, pussy and mouth! It was awesome to fell all the cum in every holes. I came for the third time of the day... in Martha's ass. Now, she looked us and said to my cousins and me: Martha: "Why don't you get your ass fucked by all your cousins?" Suzan: "It would be great to see." Martha: "Meanwhile, your grandma and I will do a 69 do suck all the cum from our pussies to clean them." Charles: "Why not! I'm fucking horny and I'd like to try your ass once!" Me: "Fine! Derek did me and it was cool... right Charles, you enjoy it too?" Charles: "Yea!" One after one, we fucked our cousins' ass until we jerked in it. This is a crazy sensation. We got our ass fucked for over an hour! After they finished their 69, grandma and Martha watched us... playing with their pussies and with the limp cocks of those who already came. After that wild orgy, we went downstairs, all naked, and laughing of what has just happened. We were full of cum and very tired. "Thanks grandma, thanks Martha!" we all said. It was really hot to fuck with grannies. "Will we do it again?" asked Eric. It will probably happen again we agreed. In my case, grandma and I have sex every morning. Sometimes, it's just a blowjob, a cunni or a 69, but sometimes, we fuck all day long. I also sucked Derek and Brian at the same time and Charles and Eric individually. I also heard that my cousins fucked sometimes together... But we are all waiting for that new orgy! A Week to Remember Valentine's Day was always a bore. Wanda had reached the seemingly mature of age twenty three and had yet to find anything special about February the Fourteenth. Each year she waited for that life shattering event that all her friends seemed to be constantly gushing about and sure enough the day passed like any other in humdrum familiarity. Not that Wanda hadn't tried. She had trolled the bars to find some passion, even placed an ad on Craigslist in the hope of getting a decent one night stand, but that had just ended with the usual unsatisfactory grope from a well-meaning but otherwise mediocre guy without much clue about anything, especially the kind of wild sex she fantasized about in the privacy of her loft. The parcel had arrived ten minutes before she was due to leave the office. Wanda had checked the name on the tag twice before even allowing herself to acknowledge it was for her. Nothing ever came addressed to her at the office, even work related items would have a department or extension reference, never her name. She read the label again just to make sure. Wanda Ringsome, private and personal. The package was very neatly wrapped and sealed, the hand written address label outlined in heavy black marker and the whole finally tied for extra security with red wax string. Wanda wanted to tear it open immediately but too many people where passing through the reception area on their way home for the night and she just couldn't concentrate properly. Sighing she decided it would just have to wait till she got home. "You going to come for a drink tonight Wanda?" Mary was a good enough sort and Wanda liked her company occasionally but just recently she had noticed that the accidental touches seemed to last a little longer than was comfortable and the friendly pecks on the cheek occasionally involved the tip of Mary's tongue touching her skin. "Not tonight Mary I have a lot to do when I get home." "Got a hot Valentines date tomorrow?" The innuendo in Mary's voice was heavy as was the not so subtle request for more information. "No date. Just laundry and correspondence." "Night then, maybe early next week." The goodbye hug was warm, very warm. Mary's hand was a little too low on Wanda's back for comfort and her lips a little overly long on her cheek. Wanda extricated herself and retreated behind the desk and in a helpful but rather pointed way pushed the automatic door opener button on the counter. Mary spun on her heel and sauntered into the street, her hips swaying remarkably similarly to a cat on heat. The TriMet ride from West Burnside to 6th Street took no time at all. Wanda exited the compartment and quickly walked the short distance from the station to her apartment. Everyone was forever telling her how lucky she was to have inherited her grandmothers loft slap bang in the City Center but to Wanda the area was dirty, smelly and far from her ideal location. Homelessness and vice existed in the open here and no amount of street cleaning ever got rid of the stench of prostitution, urine and drugs that permeated the doorways. Certainly at night it had a bohemian atmosphere but like all city red light districts it also had crime and usury. "Evening Miss Ringsome." Chad the doorman pulled the heavy double door open just long enough for Wanda to enter but not long enough to allow any hope to the few miscreants lounging by the gutter. "Sorry about the audience Miss. Have been trying to get the Police to do something about it all day. Seems there is some sort of parade tomorrow and they are busy putting up barriers and such." Wanda smiled at Chad warmly. He was quite new but was very attentive and she always felt secure when he was on duty. In his early thirties he had the stance of an ex-military man and wore the uniform the landlords supplied with great distinction. "A parade? How wonderful!" Wanda's sarcasm wasn't lost on Chad and he laughed heartily. "I am sure they won't be any great bother Miss. If you let me know when you need to go out I will make sure to be on the door." The private elevator to the loft was at the very end of the hallway. Wanda's grandmother had owned the building for most of her life and when she eventually sold to the new owner insisted that the loft and elevator were free and gratis for perpetuity. The elevator opened when Wanda punched in her code and the ride to the fourth floor, entirely her floor was fast and silent. The doors opened and revealed her sanctuary. Luxury was something her 'Nana' had courted all her life. The furniture and decoration was beyond anything Wanda could have hoped to accomplish on her meager salary, although of course her work was simply for her own amusement as the inheritance that came with loft was staggering even in these days of multimillion start-up companies. Wanda placed the parcel on the glass topped bar and stared at it wonderingly. Her inclination was to open it immediately but then she decided that perhaps a better plan would be to build the anticipation to an even higher fever pitch. Carefully straightening the box so it exactly lined up with the parallel edges at front and back of the beveled glass she began the usual nightly ritual that fulfilled her need for minute organization. Dinner was easy. Being a good planner there was a full quota of nutritious ready to heat meals in the freezer compartment. Once a month Wanda prepared a selection of soups, meats and vegetables, carefully weighing and packaging them ready for consumption. There was always a choice of at least four entrees and three desserts, quite sufficient to ensure boredom wouldn't cause the dismissal of meals. Wanda had suffered from a minor eating disorder in her teens and now rigorously stuck to a strict dietary schedule. As with all recovered addicts she fully understood that just a few slip ups could easily lead to a downhill spiral and she had promised herself firmly never to travel that road again. Dinner finished and dishes safely rinsed and in the washer Wanda at last felt she had piqued her curiosity quite sufficiently. All through the previous hour she had glanced over to the bar and wondered, imagining what might be hidden behind the masque of boringly plain brown wrapping paper. The handwriting seemed a little familiar but for some reason the perpetrator just wouldn't come to mind. Several times she had mentally listed all the possibilities from A to Z and each time had reached Zachariah without any further clue. Carefully she began to attempt to remove the string. It had been very cleverly knotted in a fashion she had seen used to tie together the bamboo poles in some Japanese fences on her vacation in Hawaii. Try as she might there seemed no place to start to undo the intricate design so with a sigh she reached behind the bar and retrieved the knife reserved for slicing lemons. The blade was nicely serrated and a few quick strokes removed the first obstacle to the packages contents. The package was three foot in width, two feet in diameter and four inches deep. The wrapping paper was very neatly folded and creased and then fastened with packing tape on every edge. Several minutes of fruitless searching for a loose corner and once more the knife came to hand. Slipping the blade into the paper at one corner Wanda passed the blade along the top edge till the layer came clean away. "Well that's very odd!" Beneath the brown postal packing paper the box was wrapped again, this time with a very bright paper of fluorescent pink and yellow stripes with "queen of the fucking universe" printed every few inches in shadowed black typeset. Wanda was starting to get hot and this little frustration suggested to her that a drink was in order. Again squaring the package very carefully on the counter she walked over to her refrigerator and retrieved a can of Root Beer from the interior. The ring pull made a satisfying hiss as it released and Wanda carefully poured half the can into a glass tumbler. Returning the can to the cooler she retrieved a straw, red because red is always best and sipping thoughtfully returned to the task in hand. The fancy paper had been creased and folded perfectly but Wanda was glad to see that it was only taped sparingly. It occurred to her that this wrapping had probably be done by the store assistant where the item had been purchased and she quickly slid her fingers along the partially open edge and drew the paper aside. The box beneath was of a very fine quality, matte black in color with a very striking pink and white heraldic design overprinted 'Designed and Handmade in England.' Wanda brushed the back of her hand across the cardboard almost expecting the texture to be somehow velveteen but was surprised to find it smooth and with a slight sheen. The box lid opened as a full flap and beneath was revealed the contents enclosed in multiple folds of black tissue paper. Carefully lifting the flimsy tissue Wanda gasped and her eyes opened as wide as possible to take in the wonder now exposed. "A Countess De Femme Dress, a Countess De Femme Dress, A COUNTESS DE FEMME DRESS!" Wanda leaned against the counter and fought for breathe. Her eyes never left the dress for a second for fear that somehow it might vanish if she even blinked. She had seen the dress at the Montreal Fetish Show the previous year and had regretted not purchasing it every day since. Certainly she had no real need of it, no particular use for it, but some items of clothing are beyond want and need, they are essential to the soul and now, now she had her dress. It took several moments for the questions to dawn. "Who?" Wanda was always very discreet about her interest in the lifestyle. She had taken great care to conceal that part of her character from anyone in her normal social sphere and kept her dalliances strictly separate from work and family. "How?" She had never mentioned her affinity for this item to anyone. The Montreal Show was sufficiently far away to be totally out of sight to anyone who might otherwise know her. Short of someone looking into her mind and seeing the dress hanging in her imaginary closet there was no way to know her taste. "Why?" The hardest question of all. Why a gift at all and without as much as a card saying 'guess who'? "A Countess De Femme Dress, I have a Countess De Femme Dress. Who gives a fucking shit about who, how and why." Wanda began to dance. Just a waltz to start, kind of slow and sedate, but then speed increased, arms started to wave and the 'Watusi' came into full effect. The intercom buzzed and Wanda continued dancing. It buzzed again and she tried to ignore it valiantly. The third buzz and she had to answer. "Miss Ringsome there's a parcel just been delivered for you. If you can send the elevator I will put it inside for you and send it up." "Thanks Chad that would be wonderful." "You Ok Miss Ringsome you sound a bit out of breathe." "Yes I am fine Chad just been exercising. Thank you for asking." Wanda pushed the down button on the elevator and stood waiting for the few minutes it took to return with bated breathe. When the doors slid open there on the floor was a bright red over sized gift bag, the top stuffed with black tissue paper to conceal the contents. Wanda picked the bag up by its beautifully striped string handles and carried it carefully over to the bar. Placing the bag at the opposite end of the counter she returned to the parcel so recently unwrapped and carefully replaced the tissue closing the top tightly. She stood for a few moments to calm herself and when her heart rate felt something like normal she sidled along the bar and plucked the paper out of the bags gaping mouth. The tissue was of an amazing quality, feeling thick and luxurious between her fingertips. Using the bar as a table she carefully flattened each of the four sheets and folded them into quarters before placing them in a small drawer under the gilded occasional table slightly to her rear. Inquisitively she peeped into the bag and distinguish three separate wrapped boxes, one being almost cylindrical, perhaps six inches tall, another quite narrow and the size of a folded sheet of printer paper, both sitting upon a third perhaps fourteen inches by ten and eight inches deep. Taking the small cylindrical item first she rotated it in her hands trying to imagine what it might contain. Unable to fathom any kind of an idea she proceeded to open the gold paper so carefully rolled and folded to shape. "Gun Oil, how wonderful. Exactly what I need to wear under my new dress." Carefully opening the top she put the tiniest amount on her right index finger and rubbed the tip of her thumb against the silicon lube. The feeling was sensual in the extreme and she could only imagine how easily the latex dress would slide onto her body once the product was applied liberally. "Vitamin E and Aloe Vera how truly amazing." Carefully making sure the top was secure Wanda placed the bottle to her left and having wiped her fingers carefully on a napkin she recovered from behind the bar withdrew the second parcel. "Oh this is new." The parcel had a small card attached and opening it Wanda read the brief message aloud. "Not to be unwrapped till you receive further instructions." Wanda huffed a little in disappointment and then giggled at her own foolishness. "I think I can manage to wait a little bit." The third parcel was a little difficult to retrieve. The bag was exactly the right size to accept the item but withdrawing it was a totally different proposition. Finally with a happy grin the box was in her hands and carefully pushing the bag to her right she laid the last gift in front of her. This time the wrapping paper was gilt and had that almost metallic sheen as a finish that suggests real quality. Happily she noted only four pieces sticky tape held the very well-shaped paper in place and with slightly trembling hands opened the folds. The box below was obviously a shoe container and was marked with the manufacturers name 'Pleaser' and what she assumed was the style 'Delight'. She noted the size was an American eight, her exact requirement sure enough and again was amazed at the obvious research that had gone into these purchases. The lid was hinged and pushing it back she carefully folded back the tissue covering the footwear. "Oh my goodness these are beautiful." The shoes were patent black in color with the vamp and sides fairly plain in style. The heel portion of the upper and the under arch between the six inch heel and the foot pad were of a design that totally took her breathe away. The color was white but criss crossed with black lacing passing through white grommets perfectly inset at each side. The effect was like a perfect piece of corset ribboning, impressive just on the heel alone but being continued under the arch artistry beyond belief. Wanda inched sideways and perched on the edge of a bar stool. Her eyes moved from dress box, to shoes, to lube container, to mystery parcel and she smiled and smiled and smiled. The clock above the bar said Eleven Forty Two. "This is the best day of my life and it's still only February the Thirteenth."