TheBanyanTree: possibilities.....part 4

[Sachet]

  **Fair warning. Remember. **

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The next week when she went to pick up her mail, she was again puzzled 
by what she found. A few loose coins in the envelope. She smiled in 
delight and anticipation when she read his handwriting. It was exact 
change for a pay phone call. He had carried the change around in the 
front pocket of his jeans before placing it in the envelope. He wanted 
her to be very aware of where it had been and how warm it had gotten 
there. She was to call the phone number he provided, his cell phone 
number, from a pay phone so she wouldn't have to worry about his caller 
I.D. capturing her home or work number. It was important that she knew 
he wasn't trying to trace her location. He only ever wanted what she was 
willing to give. Once again he made it so easy to do something she 
wanted to do anyway. She would be able to add yet one more dimension to 
her image of him......

His voice.

It took her mere minutes to find a pay phone in a quiet parking lot. She 
held the coins in her hand a moment, feeling them warm to her touch, 
remembering what he'd written about where they had been. As she dropped 
them into the slot, she held her breath and dialed the number she'd 
already committed to memory. Two rings and he answered with a quiet 
"Hello". Her smiling reply was accompanied by her soft sigh. As they 
spoke, his deep voice made her shiver in response as he told her that he 
was even more captivated at the sound of her voice....its warm 
sensuality, the lilt of her laughter....and he was very glad she had 
called so quickly and that he was well pleased with her. He had a 
special surprise in mind, that he would put in the mail as soon as they 
finished their call.

But first he wanted to know what she was wearing....starting with her 
jewelry, her clothing and then her intimate apparel. Every so often he 
would interject a deep voiced query, gently teaching her to notice 
every.... tiny...... minute..... detail....."What shade of 
color?"...."How many buttons?"....."Does it slide against your skin with 
a soft swishing sound as you move?".....And finally the last question 
that caused  her breath to catch in surprise....."Would she please send 
him something she was wearing?....something she was wearing even as they 
spoke for the first time....it was to be her choice of clothing or 
lingerie." He very, very much wanted to breathe in her scent.....

One more carefully crafted form of contact. One more restraint she 
barely felt..... settled into place. He promised to email her his 
address so that she would find it waiting for her once she returned to work.

She noticed that her level of anticipation was rising each time she 
drove to the post office. Her hands would even shake as she inserted the 
key into her mail box. He knew how to coax the flame, slowly, with well 
placed nuances. A man of sensual strategy. The thought occurred that she 
really should keep that in mind and not let the effervescent feelings he 
engendered cloud her awareness.

Caution became a fleeting wisp of lost synapses when she opened his next 
gift. Little silver balls, perfectly symmetrical, hard and cold in her 
hand, but nicely warmed by the heat of her skin. Ben-wa balls he called 
them. This time he provided a web site that would show her more about 
the small orbs and exercises he wanted her to practice. He wrote that he 
hoped she would enjoy the sensations they provided as she wore them to 
work.....and that soft sighs of pleasure would occur during her 
day....sounds that others might notice, but not be able to explain, as 
she held meetings or talked to people with resolute innocence.

She blinked in surprised arousal when she read his words, fuzzily 
unaware that explanations, requests and suggestions were subtly becoming 
enticing demands......



*t*b*c....


....Sachet





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