Chapter Eight
“Easy Street”


My eyes opened slowly as the incessant ringing of the phone continued. It was Rita.
Her return flight was on a definite hold. The airlines had suddenly stopped the route. I quickly copied her address and said I would see her soon.
Hanging up, I lay on my back and cupped my nude tits and pondered my thoughts. Damn! First there was Jay, and now Rita. That left Carlo and Alan.
I had given the thought of leather being used on my skin. Yes, that would be something! Could you imagine being stripped and then whipped? Ohhh! And Carlo had said something about whipping me between my legs! That thought alone made my thighs open and tingle.
Lying back, I cupped my slit. Umm! How good it felt as I slowly massaged the opening. Pushing down on the top with my palm, I sent one, and then two fingers up my juicy twat. My channel had tightened up and I could just feel a big fat cock pushing its way up me.

I knew my meat would wrap itself around the intruder and caress it as it moved back and forth. Starting to bring myself off, I stopped. No! I would wait. Maybe there may be something new I would come across. Maybe.
Finally rising, I showered and slipped on a thin summer dress. The sun felt good as I walked around town and window- shopped. I looked at my reflection in a window and was impressed with what I saw. My body had really blossomed with my bed –antics. I did look good! No wonder the men gave me a good look.
Since leaving the states, I had been exercising. So what if most of it was when I was being fucked? It was still exercise! Plus I had been watching my eating. Humph! No wonder I looked good!