Gary returned to an empty home, and by 9 o’clock he had showered and shampooed his hair again, brushed his teeth again, used the deodorant again, splashed his face with the cologne and felt the same sting, and once again he looked in the mirror and noticed his cheeks were pink. “This stuff sucks,” he whispered. Then he dressed in the only pair of black pants left in the closet and pulled the purple shirt he hated over his shoulders, buttoned the buttons and stuffed the shirt into his pants, buckled the belt, then slipped his feet into his only pair of loafers, then quickly ran across the street to hopefully be caressed by a woman with a loving touch, huge tits and soft white skin never thinking to check the drape’s position in the right hand window.
Gary stood on the stoop and looked at the doorbell button as his heart raced in his chest. After pressing the button he felt he was about to be comforted and he couldn’t believe how much he longed to be treated like a man by a real woman.
When the door opened, Gary looked at Lane as if she was the only thing left he had in the world. She was wearing tan shorts and a light blue blouse nearly unbuttoned all the way down. Her breasts were so inviting, Gray wanted to lunge forward and burry his face into the cleavage between the white blobs of flesh, instead he heard Lane say softly, “Good morning Gary … please come in,” as she offered Gary entrance with her open palm and outstretched arm.
“Good morning Lane, you look nice this morning,” was all Gary could think to say.
“Thanks, Gary,” Lane said as she closed the door then locked it, “Have a seat on the sofa … want some coffee?”
Gary sat gently on the crackling material then scanned El’s thick thighs as he responded, “Yes ma’am, a bucket of coffee would be perfect … I had a crappy morning at work.”
Lane quickly disappeared around the corner then shortly returned with two mugs of coffee, sat down next to Gary on the sofa and handed one of the steeping mugs to Gary.
“So … what did you and your wife explore last week?” asked Lane then she took a sip of coffee.
“The usual … nothing … what did you do?” asked Gary with a slight nervous tone.
Lane placed one hand under her coffee mug and looked deep into Gary’s eyes then said softly, “I had an interesting evening last night, Gary … I gave myself an enema … I took a long bubble bath … washed my vulva and rectum thoroughly … towel dried my naked body with soft towels … then went to bed … placed a pillow behind my back … spread my legs nice and wide … and had thoughts while I ran my vibrator across my clitoris … and sucked my nipples … it didn’t take long that time … I covered the sheet with my water and nearly screamed for someone special to fuck my ass … I just now finished replacing the sheets … the mattress was soaked,” then she grinned and lifted her coffee mug to her lips while gazing into Gary’s surprised eyes.
“Oh,” said Gary as he sat numbly gazing at El’s pretty blue eyes.
Lane slowly placed her coffee mug on the table and reached for Gary then said softly, “Come here.”