It was not until days after the storm, when things started to get back to a slight normalcy that he returned. I collapsed into a heap of sobs the second he came through the door and I cried and shook in his arms for a very long time until I was too weak to even hiccup. We fell asleep for a while. I woke up to him booting up his laptop. My eyes heavy but my voice was back. I told him to check for the email I sent him while I was waiting for his return.
Hi sweetheart:
I know you do not have access to email but I had to try to “talk” to you. Yesterday the office and entire city were buzzing about the hurricane, which is at the moment barreling up the east coast, leaving many dead in the Caribbean. I have been searching hourly, for updates on your flights, waiting to see when you will be in the air, on your way back safely to me. I am trying hard to mollify the panic that is seizing me, so I am going to tell you about the plans for when you come back to me.
Many years ago when we were in the Caribbean together, you must remember that private house on the beach when we were bird watching, and spying, with our binoculars. Of course, leave it to you to spot that nude girl on the beach. I think you moaned while looking her over. I remember your instant erection and then I found what you were looking at. I thought she was barely eighteen, probably some college coed on break. She had perky little tits with pacifier nipples. But it was her totally bare, hairless pussy that got to you. Do you remember how I told you to keep watching her when I pulled your shorts off and swallowed you into my mouth? Do you remember the fantasies you articulated, as you watched that little pixie, and fucked my mouth? Do you remember what we did after our appetites were fully whetted? Yes, that is what I want when you get back.
I will be waiting, naked under a robe, prop up with pillows under my ass, legs spread and draping over the arms of the recliner. You will groom me; prepare me just the way you want me for when you are finally ready to take your pleasure. You will massage some of the lemon oil onto me to soften the demure curls hiding my pussy. You will start telling me about your trip. After a while, you will lather up shaving cream on top of the oil. I will tell you how much I missed you. Then you will start shaving me. I got you a present, a straight razor blade, a very, very sharp, carbon steel blade. You will shave me until my pussy pleases your eyes and arouses your desire. My cunt will exude my longing for you. Then we will dispense with all caution. What would it be like for you to fuck me like that? I am desperately waiting for your return.
I love you, Jenna
“My God, sweetheart, my God,” he said.
He went to retrieve his present after he told me to get naked like I described, but put on the little ankle socks and my Mary Janes. I stripped and draped on the thick white robe before reclining back on the chair, my ass elevated high on a couple of pillows, my legs spread and hung over the arms, my feet dangled with little ankle socks and Mary Janes. He kneeled before me, kissed my thighs while he laid out the straight edge shaving blade, lemon oil, alum pen, and shaving cream.
I started breathing a little harder as I felt his kisses and his fingers on my legs.
“Did you fuck anyone while I was away,” he asked, just before he started sucking my inner thighs.