M at Midday
At 12:30, M rang the doorbell. I was looking forward to seeing her and having her in my presence. I opened the door and she gave me a sweet kiss on the lips. She smelled of light and lemons. I invited her sit across from me and handed her a glass of wine. I poured myself a small glass of wine and asked her
"How are you?" "Fine fine,"
"And your husband?" " Fine, again, he's out of town until Friday night."
" Fine", I said.
"Everythings fine," I said and she smiled.
I smiled.
She smiled.
"Um I have been following your directions." she said.
"Remind me what they were." I said.
"I was to masturbate but not cum."
"And . . ?"
"The first three times I didn't cum."
"Good girl," "but?"
"The fourth time I couldn't stop and I had a orgasm."
"And what should I do with you?
"Punish me?"
"Why?"
"Because I was a bad girl."
I corrected her by saying "a very bad girl."
"A very bad girl" she repeated.
"Strip, M."
She slowly began to strip.