Correspondents in Pleasure

I like to think I write my erotic tales as a chronicle, a documentary almost, as if it is a real event the reader gets to share, be a voyeur of the characters' excitement. I hope you agree as you share these two's erotic adventure.

As I wrote it this story it grew and grew, to epic proportions! I'm usually keen to let my stories loose so there may be the odd mistake or a phrase that could have been better said but you can't edit for ever so here it is. Perhaps you'll think it too long, to much detail, too samey, unless like me you like the themes. I think my enjoyment of a woman masturbating comes through, but I hope women find something to arouse them here, maybe identify with Anna, even 'be' Anna as you read the story!! please let me know if you get turned-on by it ladies.

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Not expecting anyone at this time of the morning, thought Anna, as she headed to answer her door-bell's beckoning. Her breasts danced alternately up and down; side to side as she hastily did up the buttons of her billowing white cotton shirt as she strode toward the door. Fortunately when her door-bell made its surprise announcement her bottom half was already clad in a pair of jeans that had magically taken the exact form of her curvaciousness.

A postman stood on her doorstep with a parcel that required her signature.

Before Anna's conscious mind deduced what the packet contained and she confirmed it by its opening, her subconscious had sussed and sent messages to the appropriate places. Her nipples engorged, feeling like a lover blowing hot sensuous breath over them just before slurping them into his mouth. Anna's nipples are peculiarly prominent, a fact she finds embarrassing or delightful, depending on the circumstances. That they adorn the centre of two full globes that amply fill the cups of a 34C bra is similarly provocative to her nature, and to males that come within their range. She looked at the postie again and wondered if she fancied him so to explain her arousal, but no, she didn't. A message arrived at her clit and she jolted at this abrupt urging of pleasure, as if some invisible hand had touched her up. She paused momentarily to consider and enjoy this sudden erotic stirring as she picked up the postie's pen off his clipboard.

As Anna signed for the recorded delivery, her hand began to tremble as her thoughts focused on the probability of what the parcel might contain.

"Thank you" she said to the postman "bit chilly this morning" she offered as a unconvincing reason for any display of perkiness. It wasn't, but Anna [21, 5'5", slim but curvaceous, shoulder length naturally wavy blonde hair with skin you could also describe as blonde] thought she should give an explanation for her shiver to the postman, and wondered if her, on this occasion, rather uncomfortably overlong hardened nipples were noticeable to him; her blushing surely was. Anna hoped he wouldn't be bringing her another parcel to sign for any time soon, she'd be so embarrassed if she had to blush at him again.

After she'd closed the door she looked down and saw both her nipples poking forward into her shirt like two short tent poles, and worse [or better if you were her postman that morning] she'd left a button undone exactly where the best view of the fullness of her left breast could be seen from the side, rolling back up to meet its nipple pointing proudly. In fact, exactly the side view the postie had as Anna paused and signed her name. She muffled her scream of anguish into the package as she belatedly did up the treacherous button. Flustered at the inadvertent glimpse of her breast, Anna would soon be engaged in a graphic erotic exhibition she wouldn't have believed she was capable of, all because of the package she was now carrying to her living room clutched tightly onto her misbehaving bosom. A package that bore the key to turn her into a ravenous sexual tigress. The carnal side of her inner self already knew it and was preparing her body.

She now realised the package could only be from George, her cyber-mate and virtual-lover, with whom she has had an erotic liaison ever since she replied to his posting at her favourite erotic website where steamy erotic stories stir her imagination whenever she feels the need to inflame her imagination in readiness for her favourite sensual pastime. Anna wasn't expecting any other parcel, not that she thought George would send this one, thinking he was just getting her wound up, a playful ruse to make her excited by imagining what it would be like to see him actually doing what turned her on most. Anna couldn't believe he had but here was the package in her hands, trembling in anticipation of the viewing, and better still on a Saturday morning when she had time to enjoy it.

Anna forgot all about breakfast and headed for the VCR while she opened the jiffy-bag. VHS: high grade: hi-fi, promised the sleeve. On the label George had written just one word: 'ENJOY!', followed Antalya Escort by 43' so she would know how long to the end as she viewed. Anna powered up her VCR. Her hands were shaking so much she struggled to place the video into its slot. Had George considered this effect on her she mused, was this part of the event he'd promised her? Anna was convinced George was smart enough to know how he'd make her feel right now.

George had considerately rewound the tape to the beginning, so all she had to do was press play; nothing happened, the screen remained blank. In her excitement she'd forgotten to turn on the TV. She pushed in the TV's power button and it flashed to life. Anna didn't want to miss a second, so she stopped the video, rewound it and waited impatiently as the mechanism whirred. A picture filled her TV screen. A close up of a bed lit by the sun shining through a window, she could see a window-frame's shadow on the duvet. Suddenly the picture zoomed in and out, finally adjusting to focus on the top half of the bed with a super picture quality that delighted Anna after she'd feared a fuzzy blur. Birds whistled and twittered, from outside the window she presumed. Then some rustling sound and a naked man appeared from behind the camera and sat on the bed. He spoke to the camera he'd been adjusting.

"Hi Anna, as you can see I'm very excited to be doing this for you." he said glancing down. Anna followed his eyes to his lap and sighed heavily as she saw his semi-erect cock hovering above his thighs. He hadn't exaggerated in his correspondence thought Anna as she focused on it. Anna couldn't believe she was going to see him masturbate with his huge cock right in front of her eyes. Her body responded with a powerful sexual rush. Her clit throbbed again like it had at the doorstep and her nipples gained rigidity, to be further excited as Anna's untethered breasts swayed with her movements chaffing her fleshy bolts against the cotton they were pressed up against. Anna's gradually engorging labia lubricated with thick arousal-cream, seeming to ooze from every pore of her pussy. She couldn't explain why guys masturbating turned her on so much. A man feverishly jerking his cock aroused Anna like nothing else. It's her fetish, her 'thing' that gives her a shortcut to being deeply turned-on, and this morning her fantasies are to become real.

George had described himself in his e-mails: 25, 6', athletic, shoulder length dark hair parted in the middle, working in computer animation. A talent for arousing her with his e-mailed words. Just simple words that seemed able to lick her clitoris, french kiss between her labia and make Anna's hands his own tools of pleasure upon her willing body. And, of course, his cock, uncut, or unmutilated as George had described it, but to see him right there on her TV focused all that into a real person and made Anna feel effervescent.

George continued his intro: "I hope you do what you promised, you should be set-up by now"

Anna pressed the stop button on her top of the range VCR and recalled their recent exchange of e-mails. They had discussed swapping videos of themselves masturbating. Anna and George have corresponded for some time, discussing all manner of things erotic; their turn-ons