Rebecca's Reverie

Rebecca stared wistfully at the examination chair in her office. It had been more than a chair, more than merely functional office furniture. It had been a portal to carnal pleasure the likes of which she had never known before and feared would never experience again.

She allowed herself the briefest reverie, recalling those magical mornings with Caroline, how Rebecca would sling one long, perfectly tanned leg over the rest of the chair and wrap the other gently around Caroline’s neck and shoulders, using gentle pressure to force the older woman deeply into her most sensitive places as the gasping, drenching, spine-tingling moment of climax approached.

Rebecca felt her hand gently moving southwards. She held the image in her mind, a picture of the last she and Caroline had made sweet, sweet flange-flavoured music. It had been the fourth time that morning, Rebecca straining every sinew as Caroline, who showed no signs of tiring, had lifted her up to a pinnacle of sexual release she had never know existed.

Back in the real world, Rebecca was just about to slip one long, elegant finger beneath the elastic of her tight Bonds – bought at david Jones though – panties when the door of her office burst open.

Flushed, she quickly moved her hand away from her womanhood and up toward her face.

“Haven’t you ever heard of knocking first? Were you born in a tent?” she demanded, flustered and caught off-guard.

The man who’d entered her office instead began pointing and laughing.

“Oh my God, Ooh my God,” he laughed breathlessly, “You were gunna have a wank weren’t you? You were gunna have a lady toss. You were feeding the gerbil!”

“Excuse me,” said Rebecca, with the haughtiest tone she could summon, “I was merely adjusting and important piece of medical equipment. How may I help you?”

“I’ve got an appointment,” the tall, slightly dubious looking chap replied.

Rebecca looked at her diary. Indeed, there was an appointment, name of Brendan. Suddenly it clicked. This was the one Chris had been yammering on about the other day. She tended to zone out whenever Chris started talking about football.

“Well, come and sit down Brendan, how can I help you?”

Brendan sat gingerly in the examination seat. Rebecca was glad he didn’t immediately bend down and sniff it. He looked he wanted to it.

“I want you to help me get a big set of false tits,” Brendan declared matter of factly.

Rebecca was taken aback by that, but recovered her composure.

This could be interesting. This could be something new.

“Ok,” she replied, “Let’s talk. I’m going to need to take some measurements for a start.”

Brendan stood up with a big boyish grin and dropped his daks.

“Ya gunna need a really long tape measure then!”

Rebecca smiled to herself. This would indeed be fun.

“I meant your chest Brendan, you can pull your trousers up now.”

He did, but not before they shared a giggle. This would be fun indeed.