TheBanyanTree: part 10....

[Sachet]

  It was early morning when she entered the fitness club this time. His 
motorcycle wasn't out front, so she figured it would be a simple 
work-out. No subliminal sexual tension strumming through her veins as 
she challenged her body, knowing he was watching every single movement. 
As she strolled into the locker room and over to her alcove, she 
pondered when next they would meet. She wanted....no, she NEEDED it to 
be soon. It was becoming impossible to get through each day, wondering, 
aching, hoping that he would choose this day to be with her and let her 
see his face for the first time. Seeing would mean touching, and she was 
so ready to touch him, inch by inch, slowly learning the curve of every 
sculptured muscle, each tendon, each and every elusive hair on his body.

It had been a month now since her piercings. Was he waiting the full 6 
weeks? As she completed her work out, she whimpered at the thought of 
waiting two more weeks.

Hmmmmm...maybe it was time to taunt him a bit....to play hide and seek 
with the cell phone. He _had_ truly enjoyed the one picture she'd sent 
from the dressing room of the lingerie shop. She mischievously smiled 
with warm satisfaction. He wasn't at the club. Where was he? Well, there 
was one way to find out. It was time for her to shower anyway. She 
continued to smile as she sauntered into the locker room and started to 
undress. What to send, what to send? A small peek of one upper thigh? 
The curve of her calf? The bend of her knee glistening with baby oil? 
The hollow at the base of her neck? A finger in her mouth, suckling? Two 
fingers surrounding her areola? Her belly button with one drop of water 
poised to travel downward?

So many ideas.....hmmmm.....so many hours in a day. So many picture 
possibilities to send......

He honestly expected her to wait two more weeks?!?!?

She wondered exactly how long it would take if she were to send a new 
and enticing picture every few hours.

Let the game begin.....

One by one she sent them. When she called his number, she waited until 
he answered, chose an enticing angle, sent the picture and immediately 
disconnected. All day long. Every few hours she would stop whatever she 
was doing, find a private place and dial his cell phone. And every 
single time he would answer, sometimes after one ring, other times after 
two or three, as if he were trying to resist the need to see what next 
she sent.

Finally, it was bedtime, and there was one last picture to send.....

As she dialed his number, she reached for the sleek deep-blue cylinder 
he had given her, placed it near her lips, waited for him to 
answer.....moved the phone into position......captured the picture, and 
hit send......


Hoping against hope that it would indeed send him over the edge.


The next morning she found an email waiting for her. It was very abrupt 
and precise. "Go to the club this evening at 7pm. I have a surprise 
waiting for you. Send no more pictures today."

Grrrrrrrrrrrrr! This evening?!??! She had to wait all day to see her 
next surprise?????? And now she wasn't allowed to torment him any more 
with teasing tantalizing pictures?!?!?

She reached for her phone, dialed his number, waited until he answered, 
stuck out her tongue and sent the picture before hurriedly hanging up. 
Within a few minutes her phone rang. Knowing it was him, she hesitantly 
answered "Hello".

'Darlin', I can think of several things I want you to do with that sexy 
pink tongue of yours, but that wasn't one of them. Keep your tongue in 
your mouth, your body away from the cell phone and ponder what surprise 
will be waiting for you tonight. Oh, and could you please wear the 
creamy white lace merrywidow with all the tiny little pearls? I want to 
think about you wearing it tonight."

She blinked as she hung up her phone.

Why did he want her to wear that specific color and style of lingerie? 
Just to THINK of her in it? How utterly disappointing.


TBC....


...Sachet