0 comments/ 30184 views/ 1 favorites Getting Ready By: Nyarlathotep32 I know how much you love it when I first get out of the shower. Dripping wet, flushed from the heat of the water and the steamed bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel that barely covers me... Yes, I know it's one of the thoughts you get yourself off to. That's why tonight, I'm taking special care of myself before and during my shower, maybe even after. I know you're coming over tonight. Dinner, relaxing and sex, like our usual agenda. But tonight I'll be the one turning you on first. Don't worry, I know you'll love it. I strip out of the day's clothes and stand at the mirror. On nights like these, with a full new moon hovering over the trees, I feel sexy, and I love to admire myself. So here I stand, my D-cup breasts resting so heavily against my chest, my dark pinkish-brown nipples standing at full attention, begging to be touched, and, more accurately, begging to be touched by you. It's these I rub first, using my thumb and forefinger to pull and pinch them. I love the way they feel, the way it almost tickles to run my palms over the tight buds. I can't wait for you to put your mouth on them, tugging at the silver hoops that run through them. My hands glide over my waist and down my full hips and thighs. I always thought they were too large, but you love them. Especially in doggie-style sex, when you grip my hips like they're a lifeline as you drive into me. I turn on the hot water and let the tub fill just a little bit. I remember how turned on you got watching my masturbate like this once, my hips thrust upwards, letting the water beat a rhythm into my waiting clit. But tonight, I just got straight for the shower itself. Tonight I feel like I can feel every droplet of water that cascades down my body. I shiver from the sensory overload, and I almost wish you were already here. Almost. I run my hands through my long hair, slicking back it away from my face. I grab my shampoo bottle and squirt a little of the white liquid into my hand. I massage it into my scalp, imagining my hands are yours. I love it when you wash my hair, your hands are so strong and rough, pulling my hair and scrubbing into my scalp the way a hairdresser would. Absolutely perfect, and unknowingly erotic and sensual. I rinse, then get my lavender soap off of the shelf. No poof for me tonight, I want to feel skin on skin contact way too badly. I pour a little into my hand and work up a foamy lather with the creamy body wash. I rub it into my chest, circling my breasts first before rubbing my nipples and coating them with bubbles. I'm so hot for you by now, I'm tempted to get myself off before continuing. I don't though, not yet. I rub myself all over, working down to my hips and thighs and the roundness of my bottom. I wash the insides of my thighs, taking special care to avoid the place I want to touch the most. I run my hands all the way up and down my so smooth legs. They feel so long when I do this, and I can already see the way I'm going to wrap them around your body, around your hips, pulling you and helping you to drive into me. Good god, I want you so bad right now... I'm all but writhing to be touched now, and I can't deny myself any longer. I need some sort of release. I turn off the shower and rush to my room. I pull out my vibrating dildo and press it to my clit. The vibrations immediately shoot through my body and I lift a little off the bed. I gasp for air, needing my orgasm, needing it now. I press it harder against me, and breath harder. I'm so close now, so, so close. I close my eyes and see you, your face between my legs, sucking on and humming against my clit. The image is all I need. I explode, dripping a little of my own come on to the sheet beneath me. I relax for a minute, catching my breath and letting the last shudders out of my body. You'll be here soon, I know. You might even get here soon enough to smell the scent of sex lingering on the air. I hope so. Getting Ready I leaned forward across the counter as I gave my face a closer inspection in the mirror. I noticed a few stray hairs amongst my gently arched eyebrows, and pulled the tweezers from the drawer to pluck them, "'Cause he's really gonna look at your eyebrows." I thought to myself. I ran my index finger across my cheekbone, and then massaged my temple gently. "Gotta get more sleep girl." I chided myself, "You can't hide those bags forever". I ran my hand through my hair and tipped my head up inspecting my chin and jawbone "I thought you were supposed to stop worrying about breakouts by 23." Although for once my skin was behaving itself very well. No noticeable blemishes and that ruddy red undertone "peaches and cream my ass." was nowhere near as noticeable as it had been before. The last traces of tan were fading from my face and the freckles sprinkled across my nose were just barely noticeable. I pushed myself back from the counter, pulled my shirt over my head, and chucked it to the floor. I took a step back and turned sideways sucking my stomach in "Like that little pooch is gonna make you look fat … Besides weren't you once told that it was sexy." I shook my head and sighed, would he ever stop haunting my thoughts. I unhooked my bra, slipped it from my shoulders, and added that to the shirt on the floor. I held my milky white, full, perfectly rounded breasts in my hands. They sat high and incredibly perky for being 36DD "At least those are better than his memory." I laughed to myself. I ran my fingers across my small pink nipples and they puckered just a bit more. I slid my hands down, pulled off my jeans and cotton panties, and chucked them in the pile on the floor. I grabbed my brush and gave one last run through my waist length blonde hair. I stepped on the scale 135. "Well it's not 115 but then you're not 16 anymore either… and thank god its not still 175… he thought you were sexy then too though, remember?" I stepped off the scale and slid the shower door open. Hot steam rolled out and I reached in to add cold water to the hot I had been running. After running my hand through the stream, I stepped in and turned around. I always loved the feel of hot water in my hair. I tipped my head up and let the water run through my hair wetting it then turned around and wet the rest of my body. I grabbed the shampoo and let my mind wander. "7 years… 7 years of friendship, a wild intense friendship where we told each other our deepest secrets. 7 years of scattered indiscretions, that halted that friendship for months at a time. 7 years of social gatherings and rediscovering each other. 7 years of amazingly intense late night phone calls. 7 years of drunken confessions ... And finally tonight we were going on our first date." After washing and conditioning my hair and washing my face, I washed my body. I squeezed the sweet, fruity, smelling body was onto the loofah and worked up a rich lather. I ran the loofah along my arms, underarms, down my sides, across my stomach, around my breasts, over my back, between my legs and then down them to my feet. After I had covered myself in a rich later I rinsed out and hung up the loofah. As I ran my hands across my breasts, I thought about that time when we were 18 on tour with band. "We had slipped off during a competition and found a quiet spot between two bungalow classrooms, barley wide enough for the both of us and only open on one side. We had hooked up before off and on, but I think this moment colored our sexual development more than anything, with anyone, else ever had. We started making out squeezed against each other pressed up against the walls. After kissing hungrily for a while, and running our hands along each other's bodies, he whispered in my ear "suck my dick.", I remember thinking that he does remember what I say, as I slid to my knees. I undid his pants pulled his dick out and … well sucked his dick. He came in my mouth, I swallowed and looked up at him "I love sucking dick.", and I smiled biting my lip slightly. (I chuckled to myself as I remember him telling me, when we were 21, that this memory was one of the best fodder for masturbation that he ever had.) I stood up, we kissed more, he zipped up and then started to undo my jeans, and he pulled them down, with my undies, (I can still remember exactly what I was wearing. Black bra, 34C then, white wife-beater tank, cropped short, turquoise silky bikini panties, and low rise, hip hugger, Mudd, bell bottom jeans … size 5.) He went down on one knee and ate me out, using his fingers and his tongue together to make me moan. The moment he slipped his pinkie into my ass … I went over the edge squealing and moaning in orgasm, my knees almost went out from under me and he pressed me against the wall and himself to keep me from falling. (I know for myself that opened me even more sexually, not only to anal but also to a willingness to try anything because you never know what you are going to love. I know from another confession he made to me at 21 that it influenced him even more. I remember his exact words "My girlfriend thinks it's all the porn, but your reaction the moment I stuck my pinkie in your ass, is the reason I love the butt.")" I sighed and chuckled to myself as I wondered if that had in fact been the understatement of the year. As I reminisced, I let my hands slide across my body pulling on my already hard nipples, sending little jolts of electricity to my pussy. Making small circles around my breasts with my fingertips. Sliding my hand down across my stomach between my legs. Running my fingers first across the slit several times and then, pressing my index finger against my clit. Catching the little nub just under my long fingernail, rolling my finger around it, leaning against the wall, as I spread my legs further and slipped first one then two fingers in my pussy. I slid them in and out, then around and then in a come-hither gesture against the front wall. I pulled my hand back out and sat down, spread my legs, and slid three fingers into my pussy. Stretching them out, and then twirling them around loving the sensations. I then slid the third finger out and began to thrust my two fingers in and out a bit, before I slid, one and then two fingers into my ass. I worked up a bit of a rhythm, pressing in and out more pressure then less, faster then slower, harder and then softer, I then pressed my thumb against my clit and came hard. I removed my hands from my holes, and stood up to rinse the rest of the soap off. I grabbed the shaving cream and my razor, and then I raised my leg and positioned my foot in the crack of the shower, even with my shoulder. "18 years of ballet should pay off every now and then…. god I'm glad to be healed. I couldn't stand not trusting my knee." I shaved my leg thoroughly, and then repeated the process with the other. I sat again and shaved the smattering of hair on my pussy into a small strip in the center. "I know he loves a bald pussy, but I'm just too sensitive skinned and those red bumps are not hot." I shaved my arms, and pits, rinsed everything one last time, and turned the water off. I reached out, grabbed a towel, wrapped my hair in it turban style and then dried my body with the other towel. I stepped out of the shower, hung up my towel and reached for the lotion. A nice vanilla smell to soften the fruity bath wash, I rubbed lotion onto my arms, my legs, everywhere. I then slipped into my black satin robe and started to do my hair. I took the towel off, rubbing my hair in it before I hung it up. I put a large portion of mouse into my hand and flipped my hair over rubbing it into the roots. After 30 min of blow-drying and hair spraying strategically, my long blonde hair shone and lay straight with just a bit of "oomph" at the roots. I walked into my bedroom and went to the dresser, pulled out a small black satin thong, a black satin garter belt, nude stockings with back seams, and a black satin bra, with demi cups. I started to get dressed thong first then let the robe pool around me on the floor. I fastened the garter belt around my waist and walked to the bed stockings and bra in hand. I slid one leg into the stocking and fastened it to the garter, then did the same with the other. I never could resist running my hands along the silky feel of my legs encased in stockings. I felt my pussy get just that bit wetter as I made myself feel sexier. I then put the bra on my breasts nearly falling out of the small cups creating generous cleavage. I then walked to the closet and found my 5 inch heeled black patent pumps with the strap around the ankle. I walked back to the bed, slid my left foot into the shoe, and buckled the strap around my ankle. I repeated the process with the other foot and stood up. I admired my self in the mirror, in my just a pinch naughty lingerie. Breast pressed up and out to the full of their potential, the effect of the bra heightened by the tilt from the shoes. Small hint of black at my waist, round full ass lifted up by the heels, legs sparkling in the light, and those incredibly sexy shoes. I smiled at myself as I twirled in the mirror, and ran a hand across my ass, before walking back to the bathroom to paint my face. I started with lotion and that magical stuff that fixes everything, and then put concealer under my eyes and over any hints of red displeasing my eye, and rubbed it in gently with my finger. Then came the perfectly matched foundation blending in with my skin and creating that illusion of perfection. The dash of powder with the big brush to seal everything. Black eyeliner to fame my blue eyes, sparkly white eyeshadow to the brow line, then a smoky gray over the whole of the lid. A deep purple along the lash line, and a sheer pink in the corner, the crease and under the eye. Black mascara to make my long lashes stand out even more, and my secret finish a quick swipe with a chunky white liner. Perfect. Then liner to my lips, a deep pinky red, covered with a matching lipstick and then a hint of gloss to make them sparkle. A quick bit of blush on the apples of my cheeks, my forehead, and my chin, and then a final covering of powder. I smiled at my reflection, sexy but clean, perfect. I spritzed a bit of a gentle perfume, kind of, like cherry jello on my wrists then ran my wrists against my neck behind my ears and in the crease of my breasts. Back to the bedroom. I reached in the closet and pulled out that perfect little black dress. A trumpet skirt, cut to flare out when you spin, nipped in at the waist and darts at the bust, thin straps, but thick enough to cover the bra. I unzipped the back and stepped into the dress, zipped it up the back, and made sure everything was in place. Then put a black lace fringed shawl around my shoulders. As I stepped back for a final inspection, the bell rang, and I grabbed my little black evening back, and opened the door. I hadn't seen him in almost a year, and had only talked to him a handful of times in that period. It was wonderful to see him again, so sexy, with his broad shoulders and small waist. He looked to have started working out again too, not that many would have noticed he had ever stopped. His hair still long, a lovely reddish blonde, coarsely cut and straight. He looked wonderful standing there in his black dress pants, with a tight black T-shirt tucked in, the silver buckle on his belt glinting in the light. His blue eyes slowly looked me up and down and a smile lit up his face. "You look incredible." I could feel the blush in my cheeks as I snickered slightly and lowered my eyes, I never had learned to accept a compliment well, "Thanks. \" I murmured as I pushed my hair behind my ear with two fingers. "You too." I said as I met his eyes again. I took a step out, and closed the door behind me, he put his arms around me and we hugged before he took my hand and led me to his car. We chatted a bit about this and that as we walked through my complex to the street. "Oh my god you still have it," I said excitedly as I saw his white '67 Chevelle parked right in front. "Yea." he shrugged, as he opened my door for me. I looked back and noticed he had a really smart looking black jacket hanging in the back seat. We spent the drive catching up on each other's lives, how was work, school, and all that. "So, you're dancing again?" He asked me. "Yea, I'm taking like 5 classes a week right now, tap, jazz, ballet and Pointe at the performing arts annex, and a production class at Pierce." "Wow, so you're back on Pointe that's cool." "Yea, I want to choreograph this really cool piece to "Pour Some Sugar on Me" but I need like 12 girls, and there's not enough that are strong enough, to pull it off. But I am doing this solo to "Walk this Way" you have to come see the show it's gonna be really good." "Sure, I haven't seen you dance since senior year." "You were at the talent show? I didn't remember that." "You were amazing." I laughed "Thanks. I had fun." We ate at this quiet little Italian restaurant and continued to talk about all sorts of this and that, mostly boring every day things. I had an incredible pasta dish in a white garlic sauce, he had chicken parmesana, it was all wonderful, especially the bread, and of course we had had several glasses of wine. After eating and chatting, he lead me next door to this little dance hall, I had no idea there were places like this left, not a club, but people dancing, like real social dancing, dressed beautifully, I grinned. "This is so cool, how did you find this place?" He just winked and shrugged. We got a table a wonderfully cushy red velvet booth, ordered drinks, he had a long island, I had a rum and coke, and then we got up and danced. He was an incredible dancer, he lead me across the floor in a rush of twists and twirls and intricate little steps. I had the time of my life. We danced several songs, went back to the table for water this time. I was impressed. He had learned his lesson. We sat and talked and laughed, danced a few more songs, and then escaped to the quiet patio for a smoke. I leaned against the wall catching my breath and finally asked him, "So, what is this?" "What do you mean?" "You know, all of this, is this is it, or what?" "No," he shook his head slowly "I finally realized, that I want to be with you, for real, and I want to do it right…" he trailed off, "Really?" I let a trace of the hope in my voice come through. "I love you, Amanda." "I know." I put my hand on his right cheek, and pressed my lips to his left "I love you, too." He put his arms around my waist and pulled me close. I slid my hands around his waist and we clung to each other, then he kissed me, deeply and passionately our tongues finding each other twisting and twirling in a dance of their own. I was heady from giddiness, and relief and a deep feeling of rightness started to enter my heart. We finally broke embrace and I leaned in to give him a quick peck on the lips. A giant grin had taken its place on my face, and his eyes gleamed. He took my hand and we walked back inside, the music had shifted to a slow pace, and we danced the gentle dance of lovers, the last dance. Getting Ready This is a letter that is just one of a series of letters written from a wife named Catherine, to her husband Michael. He has asked her to recount any incidences of a sexual or sensual nature. So she is happy to accommodate his request and she purposely uses all the words that excite him when she describes herself and her body in these stories because they always lead to great loving after they read them together. Sometimes she will even act out the sexier parts as he reads them aloud. For those who want help to visualize her, Catherine is a very beautiful woman. She is five foot four inches tall, light brunette hair, 46 years old, huge green eyes, a stunning face, tiny nose and perfect teeth and smile. She has pert medium size breasts, a cute shape with a fabulous bubble butt and toned muscular legs from weight training, running and biking. She grew up in the country on a huge ranch and is definitely a country girl at heart. He was always a city boy. I hope you enjoy her stories and memories. GETTING READY Hi Honey, I know you love me to tell you my memories of anything that I might recall and find sexy or exciting. And I know you love me to write them to you in letter form. You are a bit weird, but you are the greatest lover ever so I can put up with weird. And I will admit this is getting more and more fun writing these stories to you. I get downright hot and wet sometimes when I remember the details of things I have experienced. I also realized today that until you got me thinking back, I had almost forgotten about a lot of these things or at least not really thought of them as particularly 'sexual' at the time. Today my friend Diane, you know the one you call the gorgeous brunette, told me that when her older brother was staying with them last weekend she walked out of her bedroom naked to get herself a towel and she accidentally walked right into him as he was walking down the hall. So of course he saw her nude. She said, he was startled and put his hands up like two stop signs or something so he wouldn't smash into her and knock her down and she basically walked her breasts right into them! She said she thought it so funny and she really didn't think it was a big deal and just said, laughing, "Oh sorry Jim." But she said he stared at her like she was some sexy goddess or something. We both laughed at what suckers guys are for any naked woman's body, even a woman who is related to him. I know she is hot, but that's sort of what made it funnier to us. She said she stood there naked for about 15 seconds and laughed at her brother's reaction and told him, "Tommy, get a grip, I'm just your sister!!! And they're just boobs, you see your wife's every day!!" Then she walked into the bathroom while he stared at her bare butt." She said as she shut the bathroom door she could see him still 'frozen' in place, still staring, mouth open. We got such a kick out of that one. Well that little story of hers got me to thinking and I remembered another thing I did when I lived with my brother Dan and his friend, and our roommate, John. You and I had met each other already and we had been dating for a while. So for you to get the timeline, this happened when I was still living with my brother Dan and his old high school buddy, John, in John's double wide trailer. John had one end of the trailer and my brother Dan and I shared the other end. Thanks to your encouraging, I was starting to get more comfortable with myself being naked, by taking your advice of simply BEING naked more of the time. You kept telling me that the more time I spent doing anything new, the more natural it would become and the same applied to being naked. That made perfect sense so I decided to try it. Now instead of getting dressed real fast I would remain naked a while and do my hair and makeup first. And I started to sometimes sleep naked. And like when I got up in the middle of the night to get a drink or a quick little bite of something from the fridge, I'd just walk out there naked. Lots of times if no one else was home, I would even walk around the house naked just to get used to BEING naked. I decided to do something that I know seems a little weird. I thought of it like a safe and practical way to get more experience being naked. I truly did find the more I was naked, the more natural it felt to be naked, just like you said it would be, and the more I really liked it too. My bedroom was tiny and cramped and the bathroom my brother and I shared was tiny too. It was way too small for me to get ready in comfortably. Brother Danny, on the other hand, had a nice big bedroom with a great big mirror in it that he had leaned up against the wall. I loved to get ready in there after my shower. I would usually walk into his room wrapped in my towel and then use the hair dryer and dry my hair and then sit on the floor and put on my makeup. Dan and I would talk the whole time and laugh and just have fun. I even left the hair dryer in there most of the time. Dan never cared. He worked weird hours, mainly in the evening so he was always sleeping in. When I'd come in he'd sit up and we'd talk and visit a little bit while I got ready. We've always been such good friends. Although, I remember one morning I walked in and he was laying there naked and awake. That was a little odd because I had never seen him naked before. I was talking to him for over a minute before I think he actually realized he was naked. I think he sleeps in the nude and it had been sooo hot that he probably just hadn't realized he was uncovered or else he just didn't think about it. Anyway after a minute of talking to me with his penis 'right there' he noticed and said, "Oh, sorry Cath." and he pulled his sheet up to his hips. I said, "Oh no problem, you're my brother, plus it's doesn't bother me a bit." That summer had been a sweltering, unseasonably hot summer and to make matters worse, the air conditioning never worked in that place so we were all sweating all the time. This one morning that I am recalling for you, after my shower, wrapped in my towel, I came into his room and said, "Good morning Dan." Almost without thinking I just dropped my towel on the floor by the mirror and began getting ready. Dan was laying there and he sees me naked and says," Catherine, what are you doing?" I said, "I hope you don't mind Danny, it's just so dang hot. After all, you are my brother so its O.K. isn't? But if it really offends you I can cover up." He said, "Well, I guess its O.K. with me if you don't mind." I said, "No I don't mind at all. Frankly I love the freedom and I'm beginning to love being nude too. I'd like to be able to walk around a little without worrying about covering up all the time." He said, "O.K. it's your home too and you pay rent here so I guess you can walk around the whole place nude if you want. It's fine with me." Well it became my daily routine. I'd come in and toss my towel down and stand there and dry my hair and then either kneel or sit in front of the mirror and put on my makeup. Sometimes I'd stand in front of Dan and ask him to look at my body while I asked if he thought if my tummy or butt looked fat or if he thought I needed to shave my pussy again. If I had just trimmed or shaved it, I'd ask him how it looked. After he'd say whatever he thought, I'd say thanks and I'd begin drying my hair. As you know, I have nice thick hair and it was even longer then and really curly. I always bend way over and brush it with one hand as I blow dry it with the other hand because having it hanging down as I dry it makes it all the more big and fluffy. I knew I was letting Dan see my bare bottom and I could see him in the mirror looking at me. I knew that even my sweet little pussy was showing from behind too, but I didn't care. And I'd stand up straight, with my feet a little bit apart, poking my butt out because that felt good on my back. I'd keep drying my hair while fluffing it with one hand and holding the dryer in the other. This worked well, and it sure made my breasts bounce and sway. I loved that feeling of my breasts bouncing and moving.I still do. It makes me feel sexy too, so I did it a lot. I didn't care that Dan saw all of me naked. I must confess, Honey, that my favorite part was when I'd stand with my feet way apart and bend over and then wave the hairdryer between my legs to dry myself and I'd point it at my pussy and I could feel my pussy lips 'flap' back and forth. Even though they aren't unusually big lips, when the air blows at them so fast, they really move. The first time he saw me do that he said, "Whoooa!!!! Now that is something I never thought I'd see!!!!" I laughed and so did he. I said, "I know, they're kinda 'flappy' aren't they?" He said, "yup, I guess so!" It was just exciting to be naked in general and especially to be naked in front of any guy at all. I felt so safe with Dan. I never had any sexual feelings toward him at all and neither did he toward me. I know that because I even asked him to be sure I wasn't creating a bad situation for him. I think that is why it was so fun because I felt so safe and cause he obviously enjoyed our time too. One morning I got in there, tossed off my towel, picked up my hairdryer and I couldn't find my brush. I remembered I had left it in the living room the night before. Without really thinking about it I just started to walk out of the bedroom to go out to the living room. Well there was our room mate John sitting way down at the end of the hallway at the breakfast table eating cereal. John is so nice, but he is such a country boy nerd. I have known him all my life since he and Dan were best friends growing up in our small town. You had met him several times and said that since he was obviously respectful, harmless and nice, that if I ever wanted to let him 'accidentally' see me naked, it would be O.K. with you. I also knew that he was totally enamored with me, but still he was ALWAYS polite. I also knew that if I wanted to get my brush I would have to walk all the way from the bedroom at one end of the trailer, to where he was eating breakfast, and then right past him only a foot from him to get to the couch. Then I'd be able to get the brush and I'd have to walk all the way back again down that long hallway. It was a lot of walking, a lot of naked walking in front of a guy. I decided in that split second that I would just do it. Instead of going back into the bedroom and at least wrapping in my towel, I decided that it would do no harm to let him have a peek. I took a deep breath and left the bedroom and walked out into the hall toward the kitchen. He spotted me right away. I think he always kept one eye open down my end of the hall in hopes I would walk into my room or the bathroom in my panties or something. As I first saw him from the far end of the hall I called out to him, "Sorry John, I just have to grab my brush. Look away if you're offended." He replied, "Are you kidding me Catherine!?!? Offended!!!??!? Oh new new new, noo, no, no!!!! I am THEE happiest guy on Earth at this moment! You are just magnificent!!!" He was sitting straight up and studying my every motion. I had so much fun strolling nude toward him, so aware of my fine breasts bouncing and swaying and I could feel my nipples becoming erect too!!! I didn't even care. I got up to him, within a foot of him, and I was totally naked. Then I walked past him as I picked up my brush, and I turned around and walked back past him again. He was so shocked and delighted to see my naked body with my nice boobies bouncing and swaying as I jiggled and swayed past him. I know he didn't blink even once. He just stared at me and kept on. "Cath-er-ine!!!! You are SOOOOO ... SEX ... EEEEEE!!!!!! Ouh, ouh, ouh!!!!!! I had to laugh as I grabbed my brush and said in a playful voice, "Well thank you kind Sir! But it's just a naked body, no big deal really." As I said that, I walked right past him again and back to Dan's room. I knew full well that I was letting John see my fine bubble butt wiggle, jiggle, switch and sway as I walked the long walk back down the hallway. I will confess that I was doing a little bit of a 'runway stomp' to make everything bounce just a little bit more than usual too. He whistled a huge wolf whistle and said, "Now THAT is the prettiest little butt I have ever seen in my whole sorry life!!!!!!" So as a reward for that cute complliment, just before I turned to go back into Dan's room I stopped, poked my bottom way out, and I mean waaay out, looked over my shoulder at him and I smacked my awesome protruding buttocks twice, on each sassy cheek, quite hard with the brush. That was really exciting I must admit, for both of us. I finished getting ready and we didn't really bring it up later, which I was grateful for. Anyway I just wanted to let you know another memory I recalled. I will gladly read it to you tonight IF, and MISTER, that is ONLY IF, you will get naked, then strip me naked and rub baby oil all over every inch of my perfect, sexy body and then lick my pussy until I grab the sheets and scream. Is that a big ten four LOVER BOY?!?!?!? I'm guessing it is. Then, as always, if after reading the story, you determine that I was just TOO naughty of a girl, you may spank my luscious little rear end as I lay naked across your lap. Love, Your modest, loving, faithful, little hot sexy wife, Catherine Getting Ready... Hi, I've been fisted by women. Their hands are smaller, but I've been trying to find a guy to try to get in me too. Getting fisted properly is awesome, finding someone you can relax enough with is the hard part. Being totally relaxed, eager, and ready is critical. Being ready...clean, most important thing. If you don't have, get an enema bag (hot water bottle), or plumb a shower shot type unit to your shower. I smoke pot, helps relax greatly, I also use poppers throughout the event. I get in the shower, wash my ass real good, then fill the bag all the way. Use very warm, but not hot out cold water so you don't burn or cramp. A 1/4 teaspoon of table salt in each bag is reported to help keep you from drying out inside. I apply a small bit of Vaseline to my hole with my finger...this is where the good feelings start... I then slide the nozzle of the bag in my ass. Release the clamp and let the warm water fill me up...as the bag nears empty, I pull the nozzle and wash it off. I then take a couple hits of the poppers, it relaxes you inside and lets the water get deep. I then refill the bag, and really fill myself up... I hold this a long as I can, taking that time to fully shower. When its been 10 minutes or so, or I can't take it, I hit the toilet and let go. The emptying can take 20 minutes. Once I feel empty, I repeat the two bag clean out, but this time I push the nozzle past that second sphincter about 6 to 8 inches in. After this it's usually a few more single bag rinse outs, until the water that comes or is totally clean. Relax for a while after all this, get hard, stroke yourself, get nice and horny...work your abs, and rock side to side for a bit to help move things through you. Honestly, take a look at a diagram of your physiology, know where the hand is going, make sure your Top has this knowledge. The rectum is where the hand will make it's first fully enveloping stretch...this is the hardest part to handle the first time...if you've been prepped with small toys to large, taking your time, and maybe multiple sessions, you'll finally be ready for the fist. Tools to have on hand...gloves, use nitrile or latex if you're not allergic. Lube, for fisting and big toy play, I like Crisco, for other stuff, silicone. Crisco comes in small cans (get two) good for one use, and cheap! Towels, a few towels to spread over the bed for a play area, a couple for the Top to wipe up with. Any toys you want to experience in your ready ass...again, silicone material makes a great, big toy...veggies...bottles...plugs...beads... The Top must trim and file their nails super smooth, and no rings. You'll probably have another need to evacuate your ass, one more shallow rinse and you should be totally ready... Give your Top some nice head, get him or her all horny. Take your time, licking everywhere...Once they've cum, get on your knees on the towels...ass up! Your Top can then get your ass going! They can rim you while your ass is nice and clean, glove up, then slide a finger deep in you... They will coat their fingers with lube, pushing one, two, three...working your ass open...then maybe sliding a tapered plug, our beads in, maybe some fingers with the toys... Getting you open takes time, let them play, tell them when you want more, and when there is any pain...uncomfortable is ok, pain is bad. If something hurts, the top needs to hold real still, and then slowly pull out when you're ready. At some point, take a few deep whiffs of the poppers, your ass will relax more and open wider! You will then be ready for bigger toys, your Top will know when your ready for more by your reactions, moans, and your ass pushing back on its' intruder...begging for more... This will lead to the point where they will tuck their thumb into their palm and push their whole hand into you!! Stay still, let yourself adjust, have them pull out, then more poppers, and they can easily push it back in. Do this for a bit until you're really open and feeling good. Going deeper...your Top will be able to feel that second sphincter with his finger tips, he needs to slowly work it open next...poppers again, communicate what he's trying so you can work together. As he works it open and rolls his hand deeper into you, his forearm will work its way into your hole...oh yeah... Now... roll over, let the Top watch your face as he fists your gaping ass... When you're feeling like it's too much, ask your Top to suck your cock as he twists and turns his hand in you. As you're about to cum, if your Top pulls their hand out quickly you will cum so hard, filing their mouth! The poppers will cause terrible getting hard, but once it happens...BOOM!!! You may find you still want more in your ass, keep playing, see if your top can work you open enough to slide his cock in too and jack himself off in your ass...but stop once discomfort sets in...too much can hurt...sensitive area... You can then switch and let them feel as good! Would like to live this out too...