Paratus Interruptus

I woke at 6:00, my naked body tingling in anticipation. I stretched myself out, feeling sexy and well on the way to arousal. I felt the heat rising between my legs, thoughts of him causing an upsurge of moisture as I slid my fingers down to my clitoris.

Should I? Shouldn't I?

He was due at 11:30, I'd just grin and bear it, he enjoyed hearing me orgasm, this would be a loud one.

I smoked a cigarette as I stroked my nipples to hardness. I'd think about coffee after my smoke. I turned on my side and felt the perspiration in my ass crack. I checked my pubis and groin for any nascent stubble, finding a little that I'd need to remove. He doesn't like stubble; he abhors pubic growth.

It turned 7:30 and I was becoming restless, I just couldn't lie still. It was a sun kissed Saturday morning and the room needed light. I folded myself into a standing position and stood up straight, raising my arms above my head and stretching luxuriously to awaken my body and each of my cells. I walked to the old timber French doors overlooking the front yard of my cottage and drew back the black drapes that covered it, slowly pulling them apart and allowing my blooming front garden into the room.

I was lucky to have my cottage set back from the road, my privacy enhanced by mature hedgerows and large oaks. I encouraged the flourishing culture of wilding and watched the bees each day as they carried their haul away to offer to their queens. I had shunned the installation of net or other window coverings in favour of an uninterrupted view of the morning from my bed. The rural peacefulness and natural acoustics of the surrounding land was pervasive and calming as the trill of one little robin equated to the sound of a philharmonic orchestra as its song carried across the clear bright air.

I reached for a short robe, a memory of a three-night tryst in a hotel suite in Carrigaline with a beautiful brute from the south of England. Faded semen stains, close to where my bum rested on a chair in the executive suite as I cleaned his penis with my tongue and lips, evoked memories that still made my vagina clutch to this day. He called once more afterwards, but we couldn't align.

While the coffee perked, I tidied the kitchen and dining room, lifting abandoned items and returning them to their proper places. A quick mopping of the floor returned it to its pristine state. I should clear most of this stuff out, but each held a memory. The copy of the directory from the Four Seasons, Park Lane in London, where I had my first threesome with a couple from Canada. She actually tasted of lavender and maple syrup and his cock was long, thick, and fitted perfectly down my throat and deep inside my willing vagina.

A menu from the Hard Day's Night Hotel, Liverpool in the form of the cover of the Beatles album of the same name. A souvenir of being fingered to completion in the hotel restaurant by a charming Irishman whilst trying, and failing, to finish a Crème Brûlée in the restaurant. The song, Come Together, also evoked a memory with that same charming Irishman, of an evening later on that weekend in the same hotel too. I sipped my coffee, thumbing through a local community newsletter absentmindedly, listening to the birdsong soften the sweet sound of silence.

10:00. I rinsed out my mug and turned it upside down on the drainer to air dry, leaving the tidy kitchen to return to my bedroom. I changed the bedding, wanting to have it cool and fresh for him to lay his smooth soft skin against. A khaki bedcover added a semblance of elegance, three extra pillows provided texture and hinted at something more suggestive. Thoughts of what was to occur in a short while made my tingling become stronger.

A quick sweep of the French oak floor was enough to banish lingering dust that lurked threateningly in corners and awkward hidey holes. Opening my top drawer, I selected a pair of sheer black stockings. These would be the base of my outfit and they were smooth and silky against the skin of my hands. I placed these carefully on the counterpane in a position of prominence. His hands would slide these off me later.

Returning to the drawer, I looked again at my stockings and eschewed the temptation to overly complicate my look. I decided on black as my colour of choice, white or pink being my other considerations. A simple black lace suspender belt came easily to hand, so I chose that quickly, adding a matching thong and half cup bra to complete the outfit. I expected he'd rip the thong from my body, leaving it useless in the process, but I'd purchased three, so I wasn't overly concerned.

I added these to the stockings as they rested on the bed and, satisfied, walked to the bathroom, where I ran the shower to get a hot stream going and slipped out of my semen infused robe. I wrapped my long dark hair in a shower cap so it wouldn't get wet and stepped into the stall. The hot water bounced of my skin, and it was powerfully seductive as I lathered myself in a vanilla body wash, meticulously scrubbing myself in every nook and cranny.

I scoured my breasts, focusing on my nipples where his lips would be in less than an hour. I then attended to the underside of my breasts, especially the left one, where his lips would be and would leave his mark. I knew the spot intimately as the shape and form of his mark was burned into my mind and occupied my fevered dreams. Should I get a tattoo of it done? Maybe not.

I then used my fingers and a washcloth around my groin and my vulva. He would spend many hours tasting me there. I massaged some excess lather into the crevice between my buttocks, allowing my finger creep into my anus, just the depth of one knuckle, roughly the depth his tongue would reach. I replenished it straight from the bottle to be sure it was scrupulously clean and edible. Should I give his cock my virgin hole today? Possibly. I shivered at the thought and decided.

I then lathered up my pubic mound and shaved it smooth, imagining his tongue, lips, and fingers dancing across it as I squirmed beneath his touch. I carefully removed all stray hairs from the area, avoiding nicks and bruises in the process and rinsed it clean for him to feast on. I prevaricated over choosing a post depilatory balm, choosing coconut to complement the vanilla body wash over lavender or hibiscus. I bent to take a sniff, it was the correct choice, calming yet sensuous. I stepped out of the stall and dried off with a bath towel, wrapping it around me as I walked back into the bedroom for the final part of the process.

I walked to my dressing table and chose a creamy body moisturiser to massage into my skin, holding it to my nose to ascertain its scent, which was quite neutral. I placed a small dot the size of a peanut in the palm of my hand and, watching myself in the mirror, I started with my left arm and rubbed it deep into my pores along the whole length of it. I was almost drifting into a trance when I looked into the mirror, my eyes drawn by a reflected movement that I could see in the hedgerow, through the glass doors behind me.

Watching further in case I was mistaken, I moisturised my right arm, taking long slow strokes along its length. There it was again, a heavier movement of leaves this time, in the tallest hedge adjacent to the door. There was also a partial glimpse of a man's face. It took me a second to recognise that it was Jeremy, from the next gateway over.

Jeremy, a former Wanderers RFC, and Irish International Rugby player was divorced from his wife, Margie, following continuous episodes of cheating with several local women and their daughters. Maybe it was my turn next? Margie wasn't any different, as she had several trysts with different men during the marriage. I poured some moisturiser onto my fingers and began to rub it slowly into my shoulders, watching the hedge for further movement. I couldn't see him, but I felt the heat through the glass of the doors. I took a slow step back from the mirror, keeping an eye on the hedge.

I turned to face the door fully, my eyes focused on a large bright red tulip that dominated the pattern of the wallpaper above the head of the door. I undid the towel where it was held by a fold across my breasts. I imagined I could see the hedge trembling nervously as I began to open it outwards from my body. My movements were slow, and I turned to my right just as my naked body was revealed, continuing the slow turn until, just as my back was all he could see, dropping the towel to the floor and reaching for the lotion to continue applying it to the parts of my body I could reach easily.

I planted my feet slightly wider apart and, using two hands, bent forward to rub the warm lotion into the skin of my legs, taking my time and dragging the whole process out as much as possible. I bent my knees to exaggerate the illusion as I followed my legs with my inner thighs and groin, trying to avoid touching my vulva as it screamed out in heightened arousal.

I then, using both hands, applied it to my ass, buttocks, and the crevice between them, making sure he had a view of my fingers massaging lotion into my anus, lingering there as my head fell backwards in a show of utter supplication to my hands. I bent further and lifted the towel slowly off the floor, towelling my hands dry and relieving them of their slippery residue.

It seemed like time was standing still and I was suspended in a world that floated in slow motion as I let the towel fall again, turned to my right, and slowly lifted one of my stockings from its rest on the bed.

I lifted it to my nose and breathed deeply through the sheer material, stroking my face with its silky smoothness before bending forward, slightly shifting the position of my arm to cover the profile of my exposed breast from his eyes, lifting my foot, placing it into the stocking and pulling it on over my smooth leg.

I straightened it out over my skin, using both hands, starting at my ankle and continuing all the way to my inner thighs where the stocking top ended about six inches above my knee. I repeated the exercise with my left foot before turning my back to him and appraising myself in the mirror as I checked and could just see the side of his face as he strained to see me.

I smiled as I turned back to the bed and lifted the belt as it lay in a snake-like fashion on top of my bra. From what I could see of him in the mirror, I calculated that he had a clear view of me from behind my right shoulder. I lifted my arms to hold the belt up in front of my face as I moved it through my fingers to position it properly. I lifted my arms enough to offer him a view of the under-swell of my right breast in the process.

I lifted my right foot again and bent to place it into the belt, stepping into it quickly to accommodate my left foot in case I lost balance. I pulled it up slowly and positioned it just above the swell of my ass, straightening it out around my body with my fingers and aligning the clasps with the tips of my stockings, clipping them into place slowly and with fingers that slightly trembled with arousal and temptation.

I turned away to check myself in the mirror again. I made a few little adjustments to the belt and stockings and saw a woman who was on the brink of turning feral. I ran my fingers through my hair as I tried to compose myself somewhat, watching Jeremy straining to see me from his position in the bushes, risking exposure and surely as rampantly aroused as I was.

I turned back to retrieve my bra from the bed, lifting it and straightening it slightly with my hands, my head bent in apparent concentration before lifting the cups to my breasts and turning back to the mirror again. I released my breasts from the cups and made a show of putting it on, safely placing my small breasts into their temporary lace home. I straightened the straps until I was satisfied that the bra ran straight across my body.

Holding one of the cups slightly away from my skin, I made a show of checking my breast as I turned back to the bed again. I picked up my thong and made sure he could see how small and sexy it was as I turned it through my hands, savouring the feel and texture of it. I held it to my nose and breathed in the smell of its newness before lifting my left foot and placing it inside the waistband, where it was quickly joined by my right foot. I slowly eased it over my legs and up over my ass, pausing to place the string at the back delicately into my ass crack.

I held the front down across my thighs as I ran two fingers along my feverish vulva, collecting some of the moisture there and placing them in my mouth. I sucked them dry, savouring my own taste, a taste I looked forward to licking from my visitor's cock shortly. I slowly reached for the waistband and began to ease it upwards to cover my smoothly shaved Mons, turning towards the window as I did so, giving Jeremy a brief glimpse of the prize as I covered it in black lace.

I lifted my head to see him standing red faced and sweating, his angry red tumescent cock pulsing in his hand, leaking clear fluid from its huge head, his eyes pleading for relief. I looked him straight in the eye as we both heard the sound of a car pulling into the yard.

"Tomorrow," I mouthed to him before he grinned, turned, and ran away, trying to straighten himself out as I watched him through the glass of the French doors.

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