1. The Phone Call


    Date: 10/20/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: aSandra, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    The postman dropped the package through my letter box on a Wednesday morning. It had arrived just as Fiona had said it would when we last exchanged emails the day before. I picked it up, checked that the postmark read New York, as Fiona had said it would, then dashed upstairs with it. With trembling fingers I ripped open the plain brown packet and out onto the bedspread fell a see-through plastic bag. Inside was a pair of gleaming red satin panties. They looked exquisite. Also shaken from the package was a small sheet of notepaper. Eagerly, I picked it up and saw a hand-written note which gave my heart a big thump – her writing! The note was short, terse and to the point: "Do NOT open the plastic bag until I call you on Saturday. You're on a promise. Luv, Fiona." I placed the plastic bag on the bedside table, stroking the exterior of the package, desperate to rip it open and inhale her glorious aroma, but I obeyed Fiona's instructions. Then I held the note close to my nostrils, breathing in deeply, as if the paper itself that she had touched could transfer some of her sexiness to me. It had been almost a week now, since I came across her site on the internet. Fiona had advertised on one of those "Women seeking women" sites and I had immediately been attracted to her. Her advert read: "Luscious, lovely lesbian likes licking labia lips. Contact me and we can have some superb phone sex and – who knows? – perhaps even more." I am 35-years-old, I live in Dover, on the Kent coast, ...
    and I am single, unattached, large-breasted and so painfully shy that I find it hard to meet people. But I dashed off an email to Fiona within minutes of seeing her message on my screen. "Hi Fiona," I wrote, "my name is Linda and I'm 35, an office supervisor and I want to correspond with you. I'm five feet six inches tall, my measurements are 38-26-36 and I'm hugely shy, even - dare I say it? – submissive. Please reply, you sound so nice." And the emails had flowed. This coming Friday night, Fiona, who told me she was a personal trainer, aged 28, with a 39-25-37 figure and what she termed "a hard body" was going to ring me on my mobile and have what she promised would "the most mind-blowing sex you've had in ages". Since I hadn't had any sex for ages, I thought that wouldn't be too difficult, but already my body was tingling in anticipation. I had taken Wednesday off work, telling my boss I had a migraine headache. I was under strict instructions from Fiona not to shower, or bathe from Tuesday night until her call on Friday. "I want you nice and ripe for me, darling," she had said. The days dragged by until Friday, which dragged dreadfully. Finally, 5.30 ticked up on the clock and I pulled on my coat and rushed out of the office. The girls in accounting tried to get me to go out clubbing with them, but I said "No thanks, I've still got a shocking headache" and I almost ran all the way home. After a hurried meal of fish and chips, which I grabbed on the way home, I took off my ...
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