She slipped the check and note into her laptop bag and felt the silky texture of Andrew’s tie. She brought it to her face and was transported back to the big table in their suite, the foam, the feeling of the razor carving a clean path over her skin and the way Maggie’s fingers had probed a little way inside as she shaved her. She listened to the sounds of the house and was sure that Suzy was up in her room. She put the tie back in the bag, parted her legs and slipped her fingers down into her little knickers. There was a slight roughness just above her clit and maybe a few tiny hairs between her lips and thighs. A quick clean-up was due she thought happily to herself as she removed her hand and adjusted her underwear. She and Ricky would almost certainly spend the night at the apartment so he might just get his wish, but she didn’t want to simply drop two or three razors on the bathroom counter and tell him to get on with it. She wanted him to ask a couple of times, persuade her and then somehow tie her up. She thought that if she told him a little more of the story and included the part where Andrew had used his tie then he ought to get the message and understand that he had her permission to do the same.
Tomorrow was Saturday, which meant shopping in the morning, then Ricky for lunch through to late Sunday. She would buy a fun-sized pack of lady razors and some foam and put them in her overnight bag, maybe pretending they were left over from Atlanta. She went online and started searching for houses with the criteria of two bedrooms and one and a half bathrooms within thirty minutes driving time from work. Forty properties were listed and she spent two hours looking through them, making notes and thinking of colour schemes for the bedroom.
She went upstairs, smiling to herself, wondering where she might find another tie to bind both hands to something. She shut the bedroom door behind her, undid the buttons to her blouse and dropped it on the floor, followed by her bra. Her pleated skirt was next, followed by her knickers. Naked, she went over to her desk and pulled the curtains together, not caring if anyone saw her breasts for those two or three seconds. She thought about putting her dressing gown on then realised that the gown had a belt. She beamed with delight, knowing there were two at the apartment. Seek and ye shall find. Her pussy was tight, closed and dry. There was certainly a feeling of hair growth though, enough to warrant a shave the following evening. She leaned back in her chair, content and at peace with the world.
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