4 comments/ 24026 views/ 13 favorites Gift in the Mail Ch. 01 By: Deep Soaker It came in a plain package with no markings and no return address. My address was typed, and the postmark was local. "What could it be?" I thought to myself while I carefully opened it. I had not ordered anything and it was not my birthday. With a few careful cuts along the edge, I opened the package and had a scrap of black material and an index card in my hands. The card read: For your pleasure, should you dare to wear it. Affectionately yours, A secret admirer Someone had aroused my curiosity. I set the card aside and looked at the material. After turning it over a few times, I realized it was a bra, but it was unlike any I had seen before. There were no seams, no pads, and no wires. The back fastened with Velcro, and there was no obvious way to adjust it. This must be a prank. Halloween was only a few weeks away. Someone must have thought this would be a funny joke. My cup size was DD, so there was no way this was going to fit or support me. The Velcro would never hold. Still, the material felt like silk and I could tell it would feel nice against my skin. I decided it would not hurt to see if I could get it on. I was home by myself, so it was easy just to take off my shirt and bra and rub the material around my nipples. It felt nice. I could get some pleasure from this even if it did not fit. I positioned the cups over my melons and pulled them against me. The bra's cups were bigger than I first thought, and the fit was much better than I expected. I wondered who knew my cup size while I pushed the straps around and behind me. The Velcro ends went together as if they had two magnets to draw them together. This was not so bad. It was hard for me to find bras that fit, but this felt perfect. I went to the bedroom where I could admire it in the mirror. The front view was nice, and when I turned to each side, the back looked good too. What a nice gift. I had a black cocktail dress that would go well with this, and a black see-through blouse that would work well. Matching panties should not be hard to find. Yes, I was already thinking about where I could wear it. It looked so sexy. Maybe I could use it to seduce some unsuspecting potential lover. I got wet thinking about the possibility. I was surprised about how well it supported me. With this flimsy material, I expected it to sag. My hands cupped my breasts so that I could lift them and feel how much support the bra provided. Somehow, my hands felt strange through the material. I could feel fingers curving around the cup, but they were not mine. I pulled my hands away quickly, but still the fingers lifted and supported me. I looked down, but saw no hands. No lover had come up behind to surprise me. This was not supposed to be happening, and I felt frightened. The fingers began to move, and I felt myself getting aroused. I decided to get the bra off until I could figure out what was going on. For some reason, I could not reach the Velcro. I had been removing my own bra since I was thirteen, but this one just did not want to come off. I tried to twist it, but could not get my fingers under the edge. I twisted my torso in front of the mirror and reached for the Velcro from either side, but my attempts came up short by an inch or so. I stopped to think of other options and realized invisible fingers were gently circling and twisting my nipples. I felt my nipples getting erect and could see them poking through the material. The material gave no clue about the fingers that I felt so clearly. Was this a ghost? I did not believe in them, but this might make me a believer. I wondered again who have me this bra, and realized there had been a warning hidden in the dare. The person giving me this bra knew it was going to do something like this. "Damn," I thought to myself. What could I do? I was chewing my lower lip in thought when I felt the tongue. There was the unmistakable wetness of a tongue circling my left aureole. It felt great, but I wanted to see and know a person before I let them play with my honeydews. Maybe I could cut the bra in half. It seemed a shame, but I was running out of options. I went to the kitchen to get a pair of scissors. As I slid one tip to the edge of the material, I felt a sharp pain. I dropped the scissors in surprise. It was as if someone had placed two pairs of scissors around my erect nipples and closed them, cutting flesh and drawing blood. As soon as I dropped the scissors, the pain went away and I could feel a mouth and tongue around each of my nipples. I looked down expecting to see blood, or at least saliva. It was dry. This was crazy. Maybe I could get some help. Maybe this was a side effect of some new medication. OK, I was grasping at straws. I had not started any new medications recently. I reached for the phone to call 911, and again felt sharp pains. This time it was as if teeth were biting around each nipple, and the teeth were made of razor sharp steel. I ran to the bedroom in frustration and threw myself on the bed. I could not see because of my tears, but at least the pain had stopped. The pleasure returned with a series of sensations; fingers kneading a breast, tongue licking and circling a nipple, mouth sucking with such a wonderful suction, and then alternating to the other side. In the absence of any other option, I found myself surrendering to the pleasure. At first, I just relaxed and let it wash over me. Then I reached into my shorts and panties to play with myself. The two sensations went together well, and I imagined a lover lying next to me, petting me. After a few minutes, I took off all of my clothes, except for the bra of course. It was not coming off regardless what I tried to do to it. The bra did not seem to mind that I was pleasuring myself. It was too busy playing with my upper deck. I reached in a bedside drawer and got out Mr. Clear, my glass dildo. I wanted someone or something in me, and Mr. Clear had been a reliable lover when men were not available. I was so wet from what the bra was doing to me that Mr. Clear went in with only my natural juices. He filled me and then started a rhythmic thrust that felt so good. The fingers of my other hand played with my clit. I was aware that my hand was moving Mr. Clear, but just barely. My arousal had gotten so high that I was not thinking clearly. Between the various stimulations provided by the bra, my fingers on my pearl button, and Mr. Clear inside me, it did not take long for me to come. It was long and deep and I hope I did not disturb any of the neighbors. Apparently, this satisfied the bra. The stimulation stopped, although I still felt a firm set of hands holding me. It was a post orgasm cuddle, and I fell asleep in the warm embrace of this gift. When I awoke, the Velcro straps had come loose and the bra had fallen off. I put the bra back in the package and went to the bathroom to wash. Somehow, I was afraid that it might jump back on me. I know it was a silly thought, but I felt safer knowing the bra was back in its package. I inspected myself in the mirror. Would there be bite marks? Would there be cuts? The bra did its job without leaving any marks. I did not feel safe at the time, but I was feeling better about it. I thought about the pleasure the bra had given me, and the pain. It seemed nonconsensual, but maybe I just did not understand it. I was feeling a little horny just before the first time it provided pleasure and the pain only occurred when I tried to stop the pleasure. Maybe it was not such a bad thing, but just to be sure, I decided to keep the bra put away where I would not be tempted to try it on again. As I picked it up to put it away, I felt the silky smoothness of the material, and remembered how nice it felt against my skin. This bra was dangerous. Despite my current intent, I knew it was just a matter of time before I tried to wear it again. As I carried it to my dresser, I caressed the material with my fingers and enjoyed the silky feel. With mixed feelings, I realized I would be wearing this bra again, and it would probably be sooner rather than later. Gift in the Mail Ch. 02 It came two days ago in a plain package with no markings and no return address. My address was typed, and the postmark was local. It was the same way I had received a bra a week earlier. A note had dared me to wear the bra. When I did, I found that it did much more than lift and separate. It frightened me, and yet I found myself drawn to it repeatedly. It had me hooked. The second package had a note and a scrap of black silk fabric that seemed to be a pair of panties, except it had no seams. How could you make a pair of panties without seams? The note with the panties said: For your pleasure, should you dare to wear this pair.Affectionately yours, A secret admirer It was terrible poetry, but it piqued my interest. The first day I had just stared at them, afraid of what they might do to me. Then yesterday my curiosity got the better of me. I put them on. The silk material felt great and they fit me perfectly. Beyond that, they were doing what panties do, and nothing more. I do not know which is worse, being sexually aroused unexpectedly and not being able to stop it, or being ready to be aroused and not getting it. It is not nice to keep a woman waiting once she lets you know she is ready. I decided not to wait any longer. A friend had invited me to an adults' only costume party to celebrate Halloween. Impulsively, I decided to go with my newly completed costume. I already had a sexy witch costume that was not much more than lingerie, but the bra and panties would make sure all my private bits stayed private. There were about twenty people at the party when I arrived. My hips starting to move to the music, and I was ready to shake some of my barely covered assets. I was just starting to get a thin film of sweat on me when I felt a finger slide along my back and under the strap of my bra. I pulled away instinctively, and was slightly relieved that the finger came out. At least the bra had not decided to come alive here at the party. I turned to face the pervert who had invaded my space and glared into the beautiful blue eyes of my ex. "Hands off the merchandise if you don't mind," I managed to get out between gritted teeth. Somehow, I managed to avoid calling him an asshole, although it was right on the tip of my tongue. He raised his hands, palms forward. "Sorry, lover," he said defensively not wanting to be attacked. "I just wanted to get a better look at your bra." "Ex-lover," I corrected. "Your touching privileges have expired." "Just calm down," he said with a lowered voice. "I didn't mean any harm. We were pretty close at one time and I wouldn't mind giving it another shot if you just said the word." "We were pretty good in bed, but the rest of the time I couldn't stand you. You're an ex for reasons that are not going to change" "OK, OK!" he surrendered. "It's just that sometimes I worry about you." "Yeah right," I said with undisguised sarcasm. "Really! Like that bra you're wearing. It looks like a Cherry 2001. Is it?" In a moment of anger, I suspected my ex of trying to inflict some erotic horror on me just to get us back together. My eyes narrowed in rage and I lowered myself into a slight crouch as if to prepare to pounce on him. "You!" I accused. "Did you send this bra to me?" Just then, I felt a slap on my butt. Someone had spanked me hard with his or her hand, very hard. I stood up in surprise and turned quickly only to see there was no one behind me who could have done that. "I love it when you get passionate," he continued, oblivious to the whack I had received. "Let me know if you want to work off some of that energy." I felt another hard slap on my butt, but turning around quickly, I could not see anyone close enough to have done it. I turned back to my ex and said, "Wait! What do you know about this bra?" "It looks nice, but it can't be a Cherry," he responded. "I was able to get my finger under the strap. The Cherry bonds to your skin. It would be real sweet if you had one, but they cost a fortune and they only made a few of them." I had been spanked twice more while my ex was talking, and I was trying to be stoic about it so that no one would notice. "Dare to wear it. That's their motto. Can you believe that piece of horseshit? It was bad enough in private and no one would dare to wear it in public. Who would want to cum a couple dozen times in front of a bunch of people?" Suddenly, I was feeling overwhelmed, again. I might be wearing one of those devilish devices. The spanking had finally stopped. I could feel my derriere throbbing. Then I felt the tongue and lips start to work on my nipples. There was also a finger sliding along the edge of my kitty, just barely brushing my pearl button. What terrible timing for this thing to decide to work. I felt embarrassed to be in front of so many people while being stimulated in ways usually reserved for private places and times. I wanted to retreat to some private place where no one would see me, but I did not feel safe trying to drive home with these distractions. I looked for an unoccupied bedroom, and finally found an empty bathroom. I went inside thinking that it would be private enough. With the door shut, I caught my breath and focused on what was going on under the silky bra and panties. I had already felt the bra play with my breasts and nipples, and the same stimulations were occurring in a manner that I hoped would never get old. The panties were a different matter. I had never felt them do anything before, but they were very active now. I felt a mouth and tongue licking and sucking my clit and lips. Occasionally the tongue would lightly swirl at my entrance before returning to my clit. Two large hands pressed against my butt as if to keep me from escaping. As if I could escape. I could not get my finger under the edge of the material and it was clear these panties were not coming off until they were finished doing what they wanted to do to me. Except for the circumstances and lack of control, I would have thoroughly enjoyed having a lover do this to me. Someone knocked on the door and I said, "Occupied. Go find another bathroom." It felt good to have control over something. Then I realized I might have more control than I realized. If this panty/bra set was going to keep stimulating me until I came, maybe I could speed up the process. Maybe I could add some extra stimulation by using my fingers to rub my sensitive areas through the material. I started with my bra, using my thumb and forefinger to twist my erect nipples gently through the material. The bra stopped its stimulation when I stimulated, and then restarted when I stopped. It also expanded its repertoire for what I had done. It was learning from me. It was changing to give me specifically what I needed. There was some sort of intelligence guiding this bra. I wondered what the panties would do. Within a few minutes, I felt fingers rubbing my pearl with my favorite pressure and rhythm. Even my most attentive lovers had never been able to get that just right. Maybe this was better than having a lover. Just as quickly as I thought that, I found myself thinking, "Not!" I loved penetration too much, and the real thing was much better than any dildo or vibrator. I ran my fingertip over the top of my entrance and was surprised to feel moisture. I felt my inner moisture, so knowing I was wet was not the surprise. However, the outside of the material was dry and appeared to act as a barrier to keep all of my moisture in. Somehow, the tip of my finger could sense it when I touched the fabric. This fabric could create sensations for things that touched its inner surface and its outer surface. I ran my finger over the entrance again and this time I felt a finger slip inside me. At the same time, I could feel moisture on my finger. My eyes told me that my finger was still outside of my panties, but my sense of touch said otherwise. I wondered whether that would work for something other than my finger. There was another loud knock on the door. "Are you OK?" my girlfriend asked. "You've been in there for a long time." With my newfound sense of empowerment, I no longer wanted to hide. I wanted to see what this panty/bra set could do. "Never better," I responded, unlocking and opening the door. I flashed a big smile to show I was feeling fine and headed for the buffet table. Men tend to orbit around food or televisions with sporting events. I wanted to find one and seduce him with my new toy. The first red-blooded male to cross my path was my ex. "Been there. Done that," I thought. He would be hot in bed, but he would leave as soon as his needs were satisfied. I wanted more. I wanted tonight, tomorrow before breakfast, and tomorrow after breakfast. I turned to go around him, and he grabbed my arm to stop me. "You look so hot," he said with a smile. "I'm free tonight if you want to go someplace more private where we can talk." He was so transparent. Talk would escalate to kissing, and kissing would escalate to more. When he finished and left, I would feel empty and used. That was not going to happen to me tonight. Then I had a deliciously evil thought. I leaned against him and looked into his eyes as if I were interested. My hand stroked his body and then went for his crotch. I found the bulge I expected. "Were you planning to do something with this tonight?" I asked with false innocence. "It's not safe to carry loaded firearms. They might go off." I put my arms around him to hold him close, and I rubbed my crotch against his. I felt something inside me that could not possibly be inside me because he was still tucked inside his jeans. However, his eyes got big and he clearly was feeling the wetness and pressure he would have felt if he were in me. I dry humped against his jeans and squeezed my inner muscles hoping the added pressure would do what I wanted. He lasted 32 seconds. Being in public and receiving such intense and unexpected stimulation caused him to pop in his pants. That was sweet, but I was not yet finished. I looked directly into his eyes and in my most serious voice said,"You should go fuck someone who wants to be with you. Perhaps you can find someone in a mirror." It took him a moment to realize that I just told him to go fuck himself. Then he did something that totally surprised me. He shut his mouth, turned without making a sound, and left. If I had known it was that easy to get that result, I would have done it years ago. I made my way to the buffet table, put some hummus and raw veggies on a plate, and began scanning the room for people I knew or might like to know. The bra/panty set were back to their regular stimulation, with the sensation of fingertips and tongue on my nipples and kitty. Miss Kitty was purring and interested in more attention. Occasionally I also felt a wet finger playing with my second entrance. Yesterday I might have been outraged that someone would take such liberties with me. Today I had surrendered to its power, and embraced the erotic possibilities it might open. I found myself licking hummus off my finger and wondered what messages I might be sending subconsciously. I was horny and ready to hump anything, so I needed to be careful. At a minimum, I wanted to select a playmate for the evening that would be an improvement on my ex. That bar might be low, but I still wanted to select with my head, not my hormones. While I was scanning the room, I saw a guy walking in my general direction. He appeared to be young and clearly had no fashion sense. With some better clothes, he could be nice looking. My hormones were curious what he might look like without his clothes. He stopped next to me and whispered in my ear, "I'm Doctor Clarke with Cherry Products, Inc. Is there some place private where we can?" It was not the best opening line in the world, but it was not the worst either. That he might work for the same company that made my bra and panties raised my interest. Looking into his deep blue eyes, it was hard to be unimpressed. Maybe there was some potential here. "Do you have a first name, Dr. Clarke?" I asked. He seemed flustered that I did not react to his authority. He stammered, "S-s-s-stanley." "Well Stanley, I'm comfortable right here," I responded. "If you are not too loud, it should be private enough. You're not going to propose marriage or anything like that, are you?" There was no reaction. This guy was too stiff. I nudged his arm to loosen him up a little. "Come on," I said. "That was a joke. It wasn't that bad. Some people think I'm funny." He smiled a little, showing that he was human after all. "It's just," he hesitated, "that I had something important to tell you. You might be in danger." I laughed and said, "My ex left in that direction. It's hard to imagine anything more dangerous that that." He still had such a serious look on his face. Maybe this was serious. My smile disappeared as I asked, "What's the danger?" "Have you received a gift in the mail recently?" he whispered in my ear. "Yes," I responded with hesitation in my voice. "What kind of gift?" I asked. "One that offered pleasure if you dared to do something," he answered. "I received this bra about a week ago," I said while pointing to my bra, "and these panties two days ago," I continued while pointing lower. "The notes that came with them dared me to wear them." "Have you noticed anything unusual about them?" he asked. They were my secret, insistent, and invisible lover. That was unusual enough, but how to explain it. "Yeah," I volunteered, "a little." "Some valuable property of ours was stolen about a week ago. Without adequate instruction, it can be extremely dangerous to use. We tracked it here." He pointed towards my panties. With just a touch of distress he said, "You appear to be wearing it and it appears that it has activated." I guess that covered it. "Does it have an off switch?" I asked hopefully. He shook his head from side to side. We stood in silence for a moment while the implications sank in. "How can I get these things off?" I asked while pointing to the panties and bra. "They seem to be glued to my skin." "May I?" he asked as he came closer and pointed to the fabric. I raised my arms to give him access. In a way, I suppose I was also surrendering. He used his fingertips to examine the edge of the fabric on the bra and panties. He did not have any better luck than I did. They were not going to come off until they were ready to come off. "How long have you been wearing them?" he asked. "What have they done since you put them on?" I told him. He seemed to be thinking about everything he had seen and heard, and I did not want to interrupt his thoughts. In the silence, I continued to feel my kitty being licked and fingered. My nipples were still being sucked. My growing arousal needed an outlet, but it was going to be difficult with these panties blocking the way. I felt drawn to the attractive young man in front of me. With logic that was rapidly being overpowered by hormones, I considered whether there was any reason why I should not be with him. He was physically attractive, intelligent, somewhat innocent, and freshly showered. I had felt his deep blue eyes gaze into me and remembered how his voice had penetrated me. I knew this was the guy I wanted to be with as my sexual arousal grew, and could not think of a single reason to resist. Stanley was saying something, but my lust was making it difficult to follow his words. It was something about learn mode and fulfillment mode and objective oriented heuristic execution. All I knew for sure was that I wanted to touch and be touched by this handsome young man. I slid up against him and put my right arm around his waist, using my hand and arm to pull him closer to me. His left arm fell into place on my shoulder and upper back. With my free hand, I directed his chin so that our mouths were aligned for a first kiss. "We are at a party," I said. "Let's talk later. There are better things we can do now.' I gently moved forward into our first kiss. He seemed surprised. It was as if he had never kissed anyone before. Could he be that naïve? Despite his inexperience, it still felt sweet. I began to explore his lips with mine, and with just the tiniest tip of my tongue. This was just what I needed, and Stanley seemed to be enjoying my attention. I could feel my right breast press into his chest, and I wondered if he was aware of the growing intimacy of my touch. My free hand gently brushed his crotch. There was a substantial presence on the other side of his pants, and I felt a twitch of movement as he reacted to me. With an inner smile, I started to use more tongue. Stanley may not know it yet, but he was going to get lucky tonight. Our kisses continued, and they became quite wet. I wanted Stanley to stimulate me in the same places being stimulated by my bra and panties, and yet he seemed to only be interested in kissing. I like the man to lead, but it appeared that I would need to encourage and guide. I took his free hand and placed it on my left breast. When he just left it there without moving, I broke our kiss long enough to say, "Your hand feels good there, but it would feel better if you squeezed and caressed my love pillows." I started kissing again, and being the good student, Stanley started moving his hand in an enjoyable way. The bra was letting him play, and for that one breast, I felt only his hand. I was happy to know that my stimulation was from a flesh and blood human being instead of some device, but apparently the bra had unexpected ways of giving me pleasure. Stanley stopped and said, "I can feel your breast." "I hope so," I responded. "No," he corrected. "I can feel your breast as if there is nothing covering it. I'm feeling skin against skin." I smiled. "Yes, the panties can do that. I guess the bra can, too" He seemed genuinely surprised. "That's outside of our design specifications. We didn't know it could do that." I had a fabulously evil thought. "That's nothing," I said. I took his hand and directed it to my crotch. "Feel this," I instructed. His eyes got big. "I can feel your bush." "Try sliding your finger around," I suggested. He did, and I enjoyed the flesh and blood stimulation that the panties were allowing to replace their stimulation. I was still being stimulated, but somehow it felt better knowing it was coming from a person rather than some device. After letting him play and explore for a while, I had another lusty thought. I pulled his hand away from my crotch, moved so that we were facing each other face to face, and rubbed by crotch against his. "How does this feel?" I asked. I could feel his erection rubbing against my nether lips. The position was not quite right for insertion, but it still felt great. Somehow, the panties were allowing me to feel him as if I was not wearing panties and he was nude below the waist. With every new revelation, I was gaining new appreciation for this bra/panty set. With the fantasy illusion created by the panties, I could feel the head of his cock at my entrance. "Do you feel my wetness?" I teased. "Your head is at my entrance. With one little push, you can be inside me. Would you like to be inside me?" I knew I wanted to feel him inside me, but I wanted him to want me. "I've never done this before," he said with some hesitation. "You mean play with the panties?" I asked for clarification. "No," he responded. "I've never been in a woman." A virgin at his age? I wondered what type of sheltered life he had lived. "You still haven't," I reassured. "This is a fantasy created by the panties. The reality is that we are both dressed and we are rubbing each other through our clothing." Gift in the Mail Ch. 02 "In that case," he relaxed, "let me feel what it is like to be inside a woman." "With pleasure," I said. I exhaled as he slid into me, and I felt the pressure, warmth, and pleasure of a flesh and blood cock inside me. This was so much better than Mr. Clear, my favorite dildo, even if it was effectively a dildo created by the panties. It felt so real. I moved up and down for a while, and squeezed him with my inner muscles, not wanting him to cum too early, but wanting to give him a good first experience. With the stimulation I had been receiving for hours, it did not take me long to cum. I may have even squirted. I could feel some extra moisture inside my panties, but as happened earlier, there was none on the outside. Stanley was still erect, and I wondered whether he was game for my other favorite penetration. "Just a moment," I told him as I pulled away. I turned around, bent over at the waist, and asked him to rub his crotch behind me. For a virgin, it did not take him long to figure out where I wanted him. I could feel his hardness rubbing between my cheeks, and I could feel a generous amount of lubricate supplied by the panties from some unknown source. With some gentle pushing and wiggling, I felt his head at my alternate entrance. With some firm pressure, I slid back onto him. He was in. I wiggled and thrust against him and totally lost track of time because of the intense pleasure. I felt myself cum, and started to come back to reality. This was some fantasy. However, it was not totally fantasy. As I finished coming, I realized everyone in the room was looking at me and applauding. We must have put on some show. Blushing, I slowly pulled away from Stanley. Standing upright, I came back to hug him. Remember," I reminded him, "it was just a fantasy. Your technical virginity is still intact." I slid my finger along the edge of my bra and panties and noticed that the material was no longer attached to my skin. It could slide back and forth against my skin. Now was my opportunity to take them off. However, I did not have a change of clothes with me and I did not want to flash everyone. "I will need to take those with me," Stanley said while pointing to the panties. "I'm not going to take them off here," I told him with a flash of anger. Then I became the sweet and flirtatious temptress and said, "But if you follow me home, I can change clothes and give them to you there." I thanked the host for the invitation and let her know I needed to leave. At the door, I looked behind me to see if Stanley was following. He was. I smiled to encourage him, and then walked to my car with my most seductive sway of the hips. As I got into my car, I wondered if Stanley would be interested in recreating our fantasies without help from the panties and bra. I was getting excited again just thinking about the possibility. Gift in the Mail Ch. 03 I walked through the front door of my house and said, "Come on in. Can you stay long or do you need to take your toy and leave right away?" Dr. Stanley Clarke, the product representative from Cherry Products, Inc. had followed me home from a party to recover his company's property. Apparently, someone had stolen one of their expensive toys and sent it to me as a gift. It looked like an ordinary bra with matching panties, although they were far from ordinary and I was reluctant to take them off or give them back. He hesitated. Then he drawled, "Well, now that our product has been activated while you were wearing it, it would be safer if someone could stay with you for the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours. Do you live with anyone? Is there anyone who can come over and stay with you?" "No, and no," I responded. "What about you? Can you stay with me?" He froze with a deer-in-the-headlight look of terror. He had revealed at the party that he was still a virgin. His fear was additional confirmation. "I couldn't," he blurted out. "I barely know you. Maybe you can come down to the lab where there are several people who can take turns watching you." "No thanks," I replied while pulling off my boots. The black leather high-heel boots gave my legs a great shape, but I preferred bare feet in my own home. I tossed my pointed witch hat on a chair and decided to keep on the shear black wrap that was the only other complement to my gifts in the mail, the solid black bra and panties with unusual powers. "I don't feel like becoming some experimental animal. Take off your shoes and get comfortable. It looks like we are going to get to know each other better, at least until you can find a replacement." He stood still for a moment, and then realized he was going to lose on this. He removed his shoes and placed them neatly by the front door. "Socks, too," I said, noticing the plain and unimaginative black socks covering his feet. This time he complied without any hesitation. "Come with me," I instructed as I led the way to the bathroom. "If we are going to be around each other for a while, we need to freshen up. We can shower, or we can just rinse off our feet." I started the water so that it would get warm. "I do not feel comfortable leaving you alone just now, and I do not know you well enough to feel comfortable watching you take a shower," he said with surprising directness. "Then just the feet," I said, watching him visibly relax. "For now," I added, and he stiffened again. I laid out two towels and then washed my feet and lower legs with soap and a washcloth. I wanted him to see me rubbing myself, but I did not want it to be overly sexual. I watched his eyes and realized he could not look away from what I was doing. I loved this attention, and I wanted more. After washing off all of the soap, I asked him to bring a towel to me. He did, and he stood next to me while I dried each leg, foot, heel, and toe. Stepping out of the way, I said, "Your turn. You might want to roll up those pant legs so they don't get wet." Shy innocent Stanley did not roll them up far enough and they got wet. "Take those off and I'll run them through the washer and dryer," I offered. "They'll be ready to wear tomorrow." "What about tonight?" he asked. Looking at him sternly I said, "I am not going to allow you to walk around my house with dripping wet pants. I assume you are wearing underwear under them. If you are, and even if you aren't, you don't have anything I haven't already seen." Now he had more of a wet cat look. Wistfully I wondered how many animals he might emulate tonight. He took off his pants and handed them to me while I handed him a towel. With a covert glance in his direction, I noticed he was wearing white cotton briefs. Within a few minutes, I had the clothes washer running and gave Stanley a quick tour of my house. After the tour, I opened some wine and led the way to the living room where we could sit, talk, and listen to some light jazz from my MP3 player. "Have a seat," I said while pointing to the sofa and sitting on the love seat next to the sofa. "Tell me about Cherry Products," I said. "What would you like to know?" he asked. "What does your company do? Where are you located? Why did you pick that name? That will do for starters." "We are a high tech company in a place called the Zone. We've developed some products that help individuals find some of the pleasures derived from social interactions, but without the need for willing and compatible partners," he said as if he were reading a product brochure. "So, you make masturbation toys," I restated as a clarification of what I heard. Slightly shocked, he responded, "That is such a misleading and simplistic way of describing the beautiful services and successful resolution of otherwise dysfunctional, frustrated, lonely, and depressed temporary situations." I took a drink of wine and repeated, "So, you make masturbation toys." With a little bit of resignation, he shook his head yes. "What can you tell me about the Cherry 2001," I asked. His eyes lit up. "Our founders are Science Fiction buffs and they got the idea from a 1987 movie called Cherry 2000. It's about a guy in the future who tried to find replacement parts for his sex robot." "But," I interrupted, "why did call your product the Cherry 2001?" "They were also fans of the Space Odyssey movies and books. You know, 2001, 2010, 2061, and 3001. They thought that a convincing sex toy for women might be one better than one for men, and so they picked 2001." "How does it work?" I asked and then somewhat later regretted asking. "It is the most amazing piece of nanotechnology that we have developed. All within the appearance of simple pieces of clothing, we were able to combine nonlocalized neurological and environmental sensors, massively parallel tachyon possessors ..." He continued through this list of incomprehensible terms and specifications long enough for me to finish my glass of wine and most of a second glass. "Excuse me a moment, Stanley," I interrupted when he paused for a breath. I decided I wanted to ask some questions where the answer might have some meaning for me. "How did I get these?" I asked while pointing to the bra/panty set that I was still wearing. He paused for a few moments, and then responded, "We are not sure about that. We have a perpetual inventory system and top-notch security, and somehow they disappeared. I was sent to recover them.' Finally, an answer I could understand. As I finished the wine, I set the glass down and moved to the sofa next to Stanley. "These have turned themselves on twice since I got them," I observed. "What triggers them?" "They are always on," he replied. "They don't have an off switch." "Yes," I said slowly. "I've already discovered that. But they don't seem to be on now." "That's because they've switched back to learn mode," he explained. "They are scanning and mapping the environment and the person wearing them. If you, as the wearer, become highly emotional or aroused, they switch to fulfillment mode. It might be better if we avoided that happening again. In fact, maybe you should take them off." I put my hand around Stanley's head to play with his hair. I also let one of my legs touch his. "Why Stanley," I said with mock surprise. "You make me blush. I thought you didn't want to see me naked." I turned to face him, straddling his lap with one leg on each side. My hands and arms framed his head for balance, and to keep him from running away. "Stanley," I asked with my most innocent and seductive voice, "Do you find me attractive?" He looked down, either because he was shy or so that he could check out my breasts. I put a finger under his chin and lifted his head so that we could look into each other's eyes. "Well?" I asked. He swallowed and said, "Yes." "Good," I responded. I caressed the side of his head while I told him, "I find you attractive also. I have a favor to ask, and I want you to say 'no' if it makes you feel too uncomfortable." He remained silent, but his eyes showed that he wanted to know what favor I wanted of him. "Today has been pretty rough for me. I would feel much safer if you cuddled behind me tonight while I slept." He thought about that for a moment, and then asked, "What would we wear?" "I like to sleep in the nude, but I could keep the panties and bra on if it would make you feel more comfortable. I don't have any sleepwear to offer you, but you could keep your underwear on. As I started to unbutton his shirt, I said, "If you don't mind too much, I would rather feel your bare chest against my back." With the certainty of having made a decision, he said, "I will cuddle with you tonight, but it is not safe for you to continue to wear the panties and bra. They could easily reactivate." We kissed and I rubbed my bra-covered breasts against his chest while my hands explored his back from inside his shirt. Then with a smile I said, "The only things keeping your virginity safe right now are your underwear, my panties and my bra. If any of them come off, I would feel better if it were you taking them off." I leaned in to kiss again, and felt his hands behind my back. I heard the distinctive sound of Velcro coming apart. He had removed my bra. "I will keep my underwear on, but we need to get up so that I can remove your panties," he said. Was there a tremor in his voice? Secretly it pleased me to know I was having this impact on him. I stood up and he joined me. He removed my panties while I removed his shirt. I removed the last of my witch costume so that I was completely naked in front of him. "Do you like what you see?" I asked while turning from side to side. "Yes," he answered. "Good. Let's go to bed." I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. I turned off a few lights along the way, but left on a few so that I could see and be seen. In the bedroom, I pulled the sheet back, laid on the bed, and spread my arms to invite Stanley to join me. Moving slowly and tentatively, he did. We settled into a face-to-face cuddle and kissed. I may have rubbed my nipples against his chest and stroked his back with my hands, but I was not trying to get him turned on. I was just happy to feel him touching me and keeping me warm. After a few minutes, I turned around so that he could cuddle against my back. He placed a hand around my stomach. I moved it up so that his hand would cup my bare breast. "It will be easier for you to hold me here," I explained. I could feel his erection through his underwear, but it was late and even this was not going to keep me awake. The cumulative effect of a long day, my orgasms earlier this evening, the wine, and a quiet hour with Stanley had been all I could handle. I fell asleep in his arms. I awoke to early morning sunshine coming through the window, a strong masculine arm wrapped around me with his hand cupping my breast, and an erection poking me between my cheeks. Was it the Beatles who sang, "Isn't it good, hard morning wood"? Maybe they sang about Norwegian wood. I like the Beatles version, but at the moment I preferred my version of the song. My hips rocked gently so that I could feel his erection moving against me. He was still wearing his underwear, so his virginity continued to be off limits. It would give me great pleasure to be his first, to feel his joystick sliding in and out of me. However, it needed to be his choice. Until he made that choice, I would be content with kissing and cuddling. Correction, kissing, cuddling, and petting. A part of me wondered whether I could initiate oral. If he would take off his underwear, then I would not need to decide what I could or could not initiate. "Good morning," he said, acknowledging that we were both awake. "Good morning," I replied. I turned around to face him, kiss him, hug him, rub my breasts against his chest, and feel his bulge near my mound. Then I rolled on top of him and moved up a bit so that it would be easy for him to kiss or lick my neck. He got the message and ran the tip of his tongue along one side of my neck, and then the other. "Oh," I cooed softly to let him know I appreciated what he was doing. Somewhere down below I felt something stirring in his underwear. I smiled that he was reacting, but knew my attention needed to be somewhere else for now. I moved higher so that my nipples were level with his mouth. I swayed in a left-to-right and back motion so that each side of my left boob and then each side of my right boob caressed the sides of his face. I felt his lips touch my nipples on each pass, but it was me directing them each time. My invitation could not have been any more clear, and yet he declined to suck, or even lick my nipples. "Down, girl," I thought to myself, and with that thought I moved down so that it would be easier to kiss. We kissed and our tongues danced with each other. At least I was not getting a total rejection. After several minutes of lip and tongue action, I moved further down so that his nipples were at my mouth level. I used the tip of my tongue to trace a line of moisture around, but not on his nipple, and then moved to his other nipple to do the same thing. He shivered slightly, letting me know this was affecting him. My tongue moved from his areole to his nipple, and I licked the sides and top before moving to his other nipple. This became a pattern, with me escalating my touch slightly on one nipple, and then mirroring the touch on his other nipple. From light touches with my tongue, I escalated to light caresses with my lips. The lip caress became a kiss. My kiss created a seal that let me suck, and while sucking I flicked my tongue lightly against the tip. My fingers were also busy. For the nipple not being sucked, I used my thumb and forefinger to gently squeeze and rotate it, so there was constant attention to both nipples. His nipples were hard from arousal and his breaths were getting shorter. Perhaps now he would follow my example and give my nipples the same attention I had given his. I left his nipples and moved up for a few minutes of kissing. Then I moved up a bit more. Breakfast was served, and all he had to do was open his mouth. He did not, and I sat back with mild disappointment. I had never been with a virgin before, but I knew from my first experience that gentleness and patience were more important than anything else. I would need to slow down and wait for him to get as ready as me. "Would there be any harm if I put the panties and bra back on?" I asked. I already knew his answer, but I also felt they might be my only hope of getting the stimulation I craved. "I don't think that would be advisable right now. You are showing signs of arousal, and it is likely that they would immediately switch into fulfillment mode," he answered. "Damn!" I thought to myself. "I don't want to push you into anything, but I am feeling sexually frustrated right now," I complained. "Any suggestions?" He thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps you could take a shower." "I thought you had to keep an eye on me," I replied. "It would be safer for you if I did," he said. "I thought you were uncomfortable watching me shower," I reminded him. "I am," he confirmed, "but I am also concerned that your arousal is a side-effect of our product. A shower is one option that should provide some relief." "What other options do I have," I asked. "We think the symptoms will go away after forty-eight hours without sexual stimulation. We also think the symptoms will resolve with several partner-stimulated orgasms. However, that aspect of our product has not been thoroughly tested. That's why we were trying to use it only under controlled conditions." Partner-stimulated orgasms sounded like more fun than sexual deprivation. Briefly, I speculated on the possibility that Stanley could be the partner who could give me what I needed. "With partner-stimulated orgasms, how many were needed?" I asked. He answered, "'n' plus one, where 'n' is the number of orgasms supplied by our product." I could not remember my particular value of 'n', but I doubted that I was going to cajole the needed number from a shy virgin who was reluctant to suck nipples that were placed in his mouth. "Do you know anyone who might be able to help you?" Stanley asked. "I saw you with someone last night who seemed interested in you. Perhaps he would come over if you called." Thinking about the possibility of calling my ex, I came to a decision. "I need a shower," I announced. I bounced off the bed and led the way to the bathroom. The water was warm in minutes, and it was fun to feel the soap on my skin and the shampoo in my hair. I washed all over, shamelessly putting on a show for Stanley. As I finished, I still felt frisky. "Would you like to join me?" I invited. "No, thanks," he responded. "You can leave your underwear on," I offered. "And you would make me take it off when I got out," he countered. He was right. I could not tolerate having water droplets all over my house. "You could take off your underwear and then put it back on after your shower," I counter offered. "Where are my pants and shirt?" he asked. "I'll look for them as soon as I get out," I replied. I remembered exactly where they were, but I was not in any hurry for him to get them back on. I got out of the shower and used a towel to dry my hair. "I left the water on for you. I'll turn my back if that will make it easier for you." The shower ran undisturbed for about a minute while I dried my hair and the rest of my body. Then I heard the shower door open. Stanley had finally accepted my invitation. I resisted a strong urge to turn around so that I could see him in all his glory. After all, I had assured him I would look the other way. This was the price I paid for being trustworthy. When I finished drying, I put a towel and Stanley's briefs near the shower and left the room to check on his pants. If I had stayed in the room, I knew I would eventually yield to the temptation to look. I moved his pants from the washer to the dryer and loaded some of my clothes in the washer. As long as I was doing another load, I decided to add Stanley's shirt and socks. Part of me wished I was adding his underwear to the load so that he would have nothing to wear for a while. Just as I pushed start, I felt a presence behind me. It was Stanley. He had finished and he was wearing his underwear again. I love the smell of a freshly washed man and Stanley smelled good enough to eat. I took his hand and led him out to the living room. I pointed to the couch and he sat. I straddled him the same way I had the night before and we kissed. It was nice to feel my nipples rub against his naked chest. I could almost hear them begging me to let them be sucked. "I'm still horny," I announced. "Do you have any suggestions other than another shower?" My fingernails traced circles around his nipples while I waited for an answer. "How many orgasms did you have when you were wearing our product?" he asked. I tried to count. It was several. Finally, I answered, "I can't remember." "If I suck your nipples, would that bring you to orgasm?" he asked. "Yes," I said with a vigorous headshake. I liked this suggestion much better than his previous ones. "I had some orgasms from the bra before the panties arrived." I shifted on his lap and positioned my right boob next to his mouth. He was hesitant at first, but he responded well to my coaching and my occasional request to switch to the other side. I ran my fingers through the hair on the back of his head and made appropriate moans, hoots, and yips when something felt extra right. In about ten minutes, he gave me my first partner-stimulated orgasm since the bra and panties came off. Gift in the Mail Ch. 03 "One down," I whispered. The second one came about five minutes later. I hoped his mouth and tongue did not wear out before we got to "n+1". "Is this doing anything for you, Stanley?" I asked after catching my breath. "What do you mean?" he asked. I was going to have to spell it out. "Does this make you want to do more than suck and fondle my tits?" I asked. "I don't know," he answered. "My erection detector tells me you might," I said. "Erection detector?" he queried. In response, I rubbed my crotch against a satisfyingly firm erection. "Can you feel me?" he asked. "Yes," I responded. I looked into his eyes and invited him to bed. He did not get the message. I would need to lead again. I got off his lap and extended my arms to invite him to stand. We held hands while I led him to my bedroom. As I could not inspire him to take off his underwear, I wanted to introduce at least one of my toys. I laid on the bed with my arms open, inviting him to lie on top of me. He did, and I wrapped my arms around his back and my legs behind his butt. His erection was lined up perfectly with my pussy, and I fantasized that he was getting ready to enter me. The friction and the fantasy brought me to orgasm. This was much more fun than the shower. We flipped and I dangled my boobs in his mouth. Unlike earlier that morning, this time he was eager to play with them. I would like to tell you that it brought me to another orgasm, but it was not to be this time. I needed something different. I climbed up higher and pushed my pussy in his face. It was not hard enough that he would have trouble breathing, but it was close enough for him to get a good whiff of me, and to lick if he tried. Unsurprisingly, he acted as if he did not know what to do with my pussy. Keeping his face near my honey pot and between my legs, I leaned over to the side of the bed and pulled Mr. Clear out of his resting place. My acrylic dildo had been a reliable lover for years. I wondered whether he would count as a partner in providing me additional partner stimulated orgasms. Then I realized how to make it count. "Meet Mr. Clear," I said while I licked the dildo to get it wet and ready for use. "You've been doing great," I reassured Stanley, "but I need something more." I slid the tip around my entrance and let it slide in an inch. I pulled it part way out, and then pushed two inches in. With a few more thrusts, I had six inches filling me the way I wanted to be filled. I would have preferred to have Stanley fill me, but Mr. Clear would do for now. After letting Stanley watch me play with myself for a few seconds, I took his hand and guided him to the base of the dildo. "Let's do this together," I suggested. I placed my hand over his so that he could be the one moving the dildo in and out of my pussy, but with my hand setting depth and tempo. I wanted a slow rhythm at first that gradually became faster. After a few minutes, he had learned what I liked, so I released his hand to let him thrust on his own while I used my free hand to stimulate one of my puppies. "n+1" must still be a long way away because all this stimulation was fueling my lust and inspiring me to find new ways to indulge my pleasure. "You're doing great," I reassured, "but now I want to change to something different." I straddled him in what would have been a cowgirl position were I to ride him. I positioned his hand and Mr. Clear just above the erect equipment Stanley hid behind his white briefs. I leaned forward so that one of my melon-sized fruits would dangle near his mouth while my nether lips kissed Mr. Clear. Stanley picked my low hanging fruit by bringing his head up to suck my nipple. With a burst of pleasure from his attention, it seemed natural for Mr. Clear to slide into me, and it did. The intensity of being stimulated in both places brought me to orgasm quickly, and as I kept riding, I came at least twice more. In the throes of passion, counting was not at the top of my priorities. Mr. Clear was a good and faithful lover who had given me reliable pleasure for several years, but in my ever-increasing lust, I wanted to feel Stanley's dick inside me. If only he would take off his underwear, I would take care of the rest. After a particularly strong orgasm, I paused to catch my breath. I slid off Mr. Clear and put him by the side of the bed. Cuddling close to Stanley, I could feel the skin of his cheek next to mine, my love pillows pressed into his chest, and my pussy lips pressed against his underwear. I could feel his erection just on the other side of a thin bit of cotton. It was nice to feel his warmth, and I felt a strong urge to rub against his pole. I had the image of using a hand towel to dry my wet hands, except it was his underwear soaking up some of my pussy juices. Lust sometimes makes you do things you might not ordinarily do. As I rubbed against Stanley, I thought of something I could do to raise his temperature and bring him to a boil. Keeping him pinned against the bed, I turned around so that we were in a sixty-nine type of position. From that position, I pushed my pussy onto his face while I rubbed my face against his underwear. It was fun to trace the outlines of his erection with my nose, so I kept doing it, with occasional changes of pace such as using my teeth to grip his underwear. If his underwear had been made of candy, it would not have taken long for me to enjoy their tasty treat. Even made of cotton, I was aware of and wanting the tasty treat inside them. While my face rubbed against Stanley's underwear, my pussy rubbed against his face, and in particular his mouth. He was not responding, and I was about ready to give up when he finally started to move against me. At first, he just rubbed his face against me, but soon he was sucking my lips and occasionally my clit. I moaned each time he found my pearl button, and soon he was using his tongue. This put me into a sexual trance, and I got lost in wave after wave of pleasure until an explosive release overpowered me. As if waking from a dream, I gradually came out of my trance and became aware of my surroundings. "n+1" was getting closer all the time. I felt a wonderful sense of relaxation that spread from my toes to the top of my head. Maybe I had reached "n+1". My lust finally seemed satisfied and I just wanted to cuddle and sleep. I got off Stanley and cuddled by his side. My free hand absentmindedly caressed his chest. Leaving his underwear in place, I slid my hand inside the waistband so that my hand could rest against his cock. My hand wrapped around him so that I could feel his shape and firmness. I had cum enough that I could enjoy just being with him. "How do you feel?" he asked. "Wonderful," was all I could say. I fell asleep in that blissful position and awoke with a feeling that all was right with the world. Sunlight streamed in from another room, Stanley cuddled behind me, and I felt no pain. I playfully rocked my hips so that I could check if Stanley had an erection. He did, and I could not detect any cotton between us. He had taken his underwear off. We were both naked. "Good morning, lover," I said to let him know I was awake. "Technically it's afternoon," he responded, "and we are not lovers yet." "You have given me several orgasms already, so you are my lover," I said. "It is only a technicality that I am not yet yours." I put my hand behind my back so that I could grip his firmness. I observed, "Aren't you living a bit dangerously?" "I don't think so," he replied. "I think you reached 'n+1'. The safety protocols are what helped you go to sleep. The Cherry 2010 cannot have any effect on you for forty-eight hours. It also inhibits any sexual activity or interest during that time so that you will do those things you neglected while it was active, such as sleeping, eating, taking care of personal hygiene, and working." "What's the Cherry 2010?" I asked. "Opps!" he said. 'I wasn't supposed to let that slip. You weren't using the Cherry 2001. You were using our latest product, the Cherry 2010. In fact, you're the first person to wear the new model. It can create immersive virtual experiences indistinguishable from real life. The experiences are so real and so pleasurable, that the user might not want to go back to reality. And as proud as I am of this new model, today you gave me some ideas that I want to incorporate in our next model." For not having any sexual appetite, I was still feeling unusually randy. In addition, I had no desire to take a meal break. I was not so sure that I had reached "n+1". Sucking on my favorite Popsicle sounded much more interesting. "Do your product innovations include sixty-nine by any chance?" I asked. "Technically the next model number is 2061, but 2069 would be closer to the feature ideas that you gave me," he responded. "What happens if I haven't reached 'n+1' yet?" I asked. "Why do you ask?" he asked in return. "Are you feeling sexually aroused?" Without saying a word, I twisted around so that I could climb on top of him in a sixty-nine position. I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth, and my pussy wanted more of the attention she had received earlier. His cock tasted great. I loved the feel of his skin against my lips and tongue. Anticipation had made me so hungry for him that I could not seem to get enough. Having this most personal part of him in my mouth, and sensing his obvious arousal were giving me almost the same pleasure as if we were already fucking. I was happy that he had finally removed the last barrier between us. I stopped just long enough to ask, "If you come now, how long will it be before you can get up again?" Without waiting for an answer, I put his cock back in my mouth and added some more saliva to the moisture that was already there. He pulled his head away from my pussy just long enough to say, "I don't know." "Fuck it," I thought. We have plenty of time today. I increased the pressure and began to suck his head. With one hand, I played with his balls. He stopped licking me, and I guessed that he was too aroused to pay attention to me. His hips twitched, as if he wanted to thrust deeper into me, and I knew he must be close. I sucked harder and was rewarded with a jet of jism. I swallowed and held him in my mouth until he finished. Surely it was my imagination, but I though I tasted cherry juice. Briefly, I wondered whether his orgasm would count towards the "n+1" that I needed, or if it increased my "n" by one. However, that thought was fleeting and was quickly replaced by the joy of knowing I had shared a very special experience with him. I turned around so that we could cuddle. While he laid on his back, I laid on my side next to him and wrapped my arm across his chest. He was in the bliss of afterglow, and I enjoyed basking in the warmth he radiated. "Hello, lover," I said with a smile. "I thought it would be different," he said, "but this was great." "We aren't done yet," I advised, "but you can rest for now." Who knows how much time passes when cuddled against a lover? I certainly did not. My free hand lovingly stroked his chest and belly, occasionally playing with one of his nipples or straying down below to check for a returning erection. When I felt his hardness return, my horniness got the better of me, and I climbed on top of him. At first, I sucked his nipples and rubbed my pussy against his cock. He thrust several times, perhaps thinking he might push his way into me. However, he was not positioned right and I wanted to play a bit more before we fucked. I crawled up his chest and put my nipples in his mouth. Unlike the first time, he was now eager to lick and suck them. His hips moved while he sucked me, and the time felt right for me to slide onto him. "Would you like to feel your cock in me?" I asked. "Yes," he gasped. I hoped that having come once already, he would not pop as soon as he entered me. I wanted a long ride with my new lover. "Stay still," I instructed as I moved my pussy closer to the head of his cock. "You are at my entrance," I informed him. "If you thrust, you will be in me." He did not need to be told twice. He thrust and put about two inches of his hardness into me. I thrust back and in seconds he was as far inside me as he could go. However, that did not stop us from trying to get him even deeper inside me. We were finally fucking, and it did not take me long to cum. We kept fucking and I felt wave after wave of orgasms flow over me. With one of them, I felt and heard him cum with me. I collapsed onto his chest and caught my breath, enjoying some post orgasmic bliss. "Hello, lover," he said to me. We stayed connected while we rested and again I wondered if I had reached "n+1". I still felt horny, so the answer must have been, "No". I was very much aware that Stanley was still erect inside me, and I wondered what new ways we could explore each other and take advantage of his joystick. I loved the control of being on top, but it was time to change. I rolled off him and onto my back, expecting him to roll on top of me. Instead, he got out of bed and offered me his hand. "Where are we going?" I asked "To the playroom," he answered. He led me into the living room and sat on the sofa. "Sit on me the way you did this morning," he invited. I did, and I felt the tip of his cock nestled between my nether lips. "I wanted to fuck you here last night and this morning, but the time did not seem right," he said. "I wanted to fuck you here also," I admitted. "Now you can," he invited. "My erection detector tells me you are ready," I said with a smile. "I am," he responded. I rocked my hips so that my lips slipped up and down against his cock. Then in one slow motion, I slid on. Impatiently, he thrust up to meet me and he was in. "Fuck me," I requested. It was hard for him to move with my weight on top of him, so I did most of the moving. However, he was as active as I was and I felt his hands on my back and my nipples in his mouth while I rode his wonderful cock. "n+1" got two orgasms closer, and I wondered how many more there might be. After a particularly powerful explosion, my legs felt cramped and I needed to get up. I must have awoken something lusty inside him, because he came after me and grabbed me from behind. He bent me over the back of the sofa and rubbed his cock against my pussy. In seconds, he found my hole and entered me. I could feel his animal lust, and it quickly put me over the edge. We were having quite the fuck fest. I thought briefly about how easily he could slide into my alternate entrance while in this position, and I would love it if it happened, but having him fill my cunt might need to be enough of a sex education lesson for my new lover, at least for today. After several of my orgasms, he came inside me once more. I wondered how many times he would be able to come. Not to complain, but every man has his limit. I did not want this to end. Being taken from behind made me feel sexually attractive and desirable. This was him fucking me instead of me fucking him. I hugged him in appreciation and led him back to the bedroom so we could cuddle. Perhaps he would recover enough that we could have one more round. We laid on my bed in a blissful daze. Stanley cuddled behind me and used one arm and hand to hold one of my breasts as a way to hold me close. I enjoyed the feel of his skin against mine and realized I could easily fall asleep. In a relaxed manner, Stanley said, "I am glad you were my first, and I want to come back again soon. Did you enjoy your time with me?" I did not want him to leave, but I knew that eventually we must part. "Do you have to go?" I asked, hoping the answer was no, but knowing it probably was not. "Yes. The safety protocol is about to invoke." I was puzzled. What was he talking about? "Take care of yourself while I am gone. I can come back when you can dare to wear again." "Hug me," he said, and I did. He felt so warm. His skin felt so good against mine. The pressure of his hug was so firm. In a matter of seconds, his presence changed into something else. His arm around my back and his chest pressed against my breasts became a bra. His hand around my ass became a pair of panties. Stanley was gone. "Eat, drink, and rest," I heard a voice in my head say. With some mild surprise, I realized I felt hungry and thirsty. I also felt the pressure of a full bladder and the need to visit the little girls' room. I wanted to lay still and think about what happened, but nature called, and I do not remember my needs even being that strong before. Over the next few hours, I took Stanley's advice. I ate and drank as if I had not had anything to eat or drink for days. The panties and bra became just a set of underwear to wash and store in a drawer. With Monday morning, the duties of work intruded and interrupted my thoughts about Stanley. I called my girl friend to tell her about Stanley, but she could not remember him and claimed I left the party by myself. Was I the only one to see him? I refuse to believe he was an illusion or the projection of a sophisticated sex toy. Just in case, this Friday I plan to dare to wear the bra and panties again. I cannot resist a good dare.