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* Yes
* Thank you Heather. I am very pleased.
* You’re welcome
* Now, if you would please, I ask that you return home. Please sit on your patio, enjoy your dessert, and maybe another glass of wine. They should pair together quite nicely. I have one last package coming for you.
* Really, you are spoiling me
* I like spoiling you
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Heather walks more quickly now but carefully. First, because she wants to get home because he asked. Second, because she feels her thick lips inside the narrow thong, knows how short her shorts are, and doesn’t want to risk anything… embarrassing. She tries to breath deeply, trying to remain calm. She knows that if she allows herself to think of what’s happening, she will get even more excited… and even more damp… and then… she knows what will happen.
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I am again ready. I know about how long it will take her to get home. I want to give her ample time to enjoy her dessert… and the evening.
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Heather closes her door and leans against it, closing her eyes again, breathing deeply, struggling to remain calm. Soon, she is sitting on her front patio facing the street. It is a small spot, but it’s nice… with a small table, two chairs, some container plants, and a tree hangs overhead, providing shade in the summer. The dessert was wonderful as he said it would be, and the wine is perfect… and it has set her brain to buzzing softly…only two glasses but she is such a light weight.
She has been watching the street for the next delivery in nervous anticipation, but nothing shows up. Just as she is thinking to head back inside, a black car pulls up and the same man gets out, opens the trunk and takes out a large wrapped package. He smiles as he approaches.
“Hello again! Nice night!”
“It is. Is that for me?”
“Yes Miss Heather. This is for you. It’s kind of heavy. Would you like me to set it inside for you?”
“No. It’s ok. I think I can manage…” she says with a smile.
“Very good. Have a wonderful evening. Good Night!”
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I get into the car and drive away. She doesn’t suspect that I am the courier but I enjoy being close to her, seeing how incredibly sexy she is in the short shorts and T shirt. She is a goddess.
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Heather clears the patio table and carries the package inside. It is a bit bulky but not too too heavy. She sets it on the floor in the living room and rips the paper off. Soon she is pulling the contents from a ream of tissue paper. Soft sheets. An Egyptian cotton blanket, a thick yet light comforter, four luxurious pillows with cases.
She moves up to her room. Quickly, she strips the bed, tossing her mismatched things into a basket. Soon, her queen sized bed is fully decked out in the incredible bedding. She hears her phone ping and rushes to see what he has said.
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* I hope you are enjoying the bedding Heather
* I love it. Thank you so much. It’s all so soft and… perfect.
* I am very glad you like it. I want you to be comfortable in how you are sleeping.
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Heather shivers again, acutely aware of how just the thought of sleeping naked is affecting her. But it’s not just that she is sleeping naked… it’s that he requested her to do it.
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* I’m happy to do it for you
* That pleases me very much Heather. You are such a good girl!”
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Heather feels the rush in her body and feels her knees getting weak. She sits on the edge of the bed and gathers herself.
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* Thank you
* Please have a wonderful night. Sleep well!
* I will… I’m sure of it
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Heather takes a quick shower, toweling off, then walks into her bedroom… naked, leaving her robe hanging behind the bathroom door. She pulls back the blankets and slips between the sheets. They are cool and soft as she lays back on the perfectly soft pillows, pulling the covers up over herself. She lays flat on her back, tingling all over, keenly aware of her nakedness. She thought she would be cold as she normally is, but after the initial chill disappears, she is very comfortable. With the comforter and blankets tucked up under her arms, she lays her hands over her chest and closes her eyes, simply breathing, taking it all in…
Her nipples are still stiff. She is still tingling, goose bumps covering her arms and legs and neck. Her pussy lips are swollen and she is still damp. She hopes she doesn’t make a mess of these nice new linens. She concentrates on her breathing, taking in long pulls of the sweet night air, letting it out slowly, attempting some light meditation. It’s mildly successful in calming her, but not entirely. She clicks on her TV and watches the LOTR series for a bit. Soon, she is feeling tired… exhausted really. She has been on edge constantly, her excitement level never disappearing… persisting through out the day. Clicking off the TV, she rolls on her side, pulling the blankets up close over her shoulders, tucking them around her neck. She sleeps.
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