An immersive tease from my daydreaming dirty mind TBC if its liked.

A humid wind blew through the hilltop Queenslander’s open windows and back out into the inky black night. It carried her Maison Francis Kurkdjian perfume out over the sodium orange streetlighting. Other than a lace teddy, it was all she was wearing. The recent renovation had been long and expensive, but the tan leather padded window seats had been a masterstroke. The leather felt cool against her cheeks and the soles of her feet.

The bedroom table lamp gave out the only light in her room. An Edison bulb, it wasn’t bright but gave off a warm orange glow that reminded her of the valve amplifier her wealthy uncle had in his Sydney apartment when she was a child. Her Bluetooth speaker softly sang out with the clicking of a lazy ceiling fan, “Bring me your love” by City and Colour. Soulful and drawn out lyrics filled the room, time seemed to stand still.

Her phone chimed and she deliberately didn’t rush to pick it up, instead opening the whisky station and pouring herself a neat Lagavulin 16. Savouring the sickly rich aroma, and the self control it took to make him wait.

His text read “have you followed my instructions?”

She sat back down at the window seat and rocked back, feeling the pulse and contraction caused by the butplug he had given her. It wasn’t getting more comfortable yet. But she did like it. It felt like his physical presence, long before he was here.

“Yes” she replied. “Showered, clean everywhere for you, and I’m wearing it now”

He didn’t reply and she threw the phone on the bed, impatient. God she wished she still smoked! An awful adolescent habit, that turned people into walking ashtrays. But sometimes despite herself she craved the action of smoking, especially when frustrated or bored. Although she wasn’t bored now…

Her lips rolled out as her tongue caressed her teeth and she smiled at the thought of him. His text alone had already made her a little wet, and she felt the start of tiny contracting tweaks in her pussy. Jumping up now with more energy she grabbed her phone and text him quickly. “what are you going to do to me?”

“With you” he corrected.

She let out a frustrated squeal, he was infuriating! “Fuck ok, WITH me???”

“whatever I want” was the short reply. His confidence was damn near arrogance, but she had to admit tings had already got a lot wetter, and she knew he wouyld be good to his word. She was his toy. No that’s not right, you play with a toy, but he made the toy sing – she was his… Gibson electric guitar. She imagined him playing her like Hendrix. His fingers a blur on her strings. The rising, flickering and screaming shrill. She drank the remaining Whisky in a gulp and gasped at the warm burning sensation. His car roared into the street and parked with a screech of tyres on hot tarmac below her window. He seemed a little urgent tonight!

She waited. Watching the car, there was no interior light and it looked empty. He took his time. A text arrived.

“All creatures of the night must be invited into your home”

She knew then that he was watching her through his tinted dark windows. She couldn’t see him at all. But she knew what he wanted. Looing out the house across the street had lights on, so did its neighbour. A man of perhaps 40 was walking a giant dog towards her, on the other side of the street.

She stood in the window. Slowly and deliberately she removed her left strap and let it fall to her shoulder. Then she sucked slowly on her left index finger, traced a wet line from that exposed nipple to her right strap and removed that too. Her top fell open and she felt the evening wind harden her bare boobs. Her asshole tightened pulling the plug inwards. Her teddy hung, clinging to her hips. He had seen the dog walker and made her wait for him to walk past, exposed. He caressed her nipples and closed her eyes.

Opening them to see a smiling dog walker blow her a kiss, she reddened immediately and fought against the urge to throw herself back into the orange room.

Her got out of the car slowly. Walked to her latched front door with a purposeful but unhurried gait. At the very least her teddy could be used as a sponge to wash his car later, such was it’s condition.

He opened her bedroom door, placed a brown leather holdall on the floor and pointed at her bed. She immediately jumped up and threw herself face down in the center. He walked over to the whisky station, clinked about and climbed on the bed next to her.

A soft touch rolled up her bare spine. Reaching her neck it became a strong grip. Pulling her head into the mattress by her hair, she let out a moan, and received a hard spank for doing so, so early. Warm lips and tongue tease the back of her neck. Biting her shoulders. His hands slipped beneath her teddy and she felt her pussy contract hard.he stroked her ass and neaded it to his touch. She could tell he was hungry.

Then a searing cold against the back of her neck! She squealed into the mattress, as the ice cube from the whisky station was slowly teased down her spine. His mouth moved next to her ear and he spoke slowly, his natural (but fading) London accent nuancing his words. “everywhere this melting ice flows, my tongue will follow”

The dribble was hypersentive to her warm skin. It trickled down her spine, across her ribs, pooled in the small of her back, and trickled over her asshole and into her warm wet lips.

Tonight was going to fun…