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I woke to the delightful feel of the Saturday morning sun peeking through the curtains, warm against my cheek. Smiling at the sensation, I rolled onto my back and threw the blankets off, then reached up to pull the curtains open, allowing most of my naked body to be bathed in the sun's rays.
I stretched rather exuberantly, squirming jn the sunshine. Due to a hectic work schedule, this was the most intimate touch I'd had in a while, and I was feeling the first stirrings of arousal. Well, that was going to be attended to today. My weekend off coincided with Eric's, and we were determined to fill it with...
DING!
My phone chimed with an incoming text, and I moved quickly to read it.
Fuck.
Eric had been called in to deal with a situation at work, and likely wouldn't be home until late afternoon. Oh well. I could at least spend the day at his place, so I'd be there when he returned. And I had just the way to entertain myself while I waited. I opened my phone, selected the contact marked "PPA", and sent a simple message. "Eric's house, 11:00 AM.
My body was screaming for sensual attention by the time I had breakfast, got ready, and made the two-hour drive to Eric's. My hypersexuality had been an issue ever since I discovered sexual pleasure. My current job and it's punishing schedule that often required up to eighty-hour weeks helped somewhat, as I was too intent on work to get distracted, and by the time I got home and collapsed into bed, I was usually tired enough that a quick solo session was enough to defuse my perpetual state of desire. But long cross-town drives were extremely nerve-wracking, and it was all I could do not to pull over and play with myself halfway there. Also the reason I looked forward to these weekends with Eric.
I pulled up in front of the house at 11:05, and smiled when I saw the car already parked out front, and the attractive young woman standing beside it. Punctual as always.
PPA, (a.k.a. "Pippa") was my Personal Pussy Attendant, dedicated to ensuring that my needs were tended to when I had no means of distracting myself from them, and Eric wasn't around to satisfy them. A slim 19-year-old brunette, ten years younger than me, she was always willing to please. And I was going to have several hours to kill today.
Once inside, Pippa headed to the room we kept for her for when she was needed, and started getting ready for her duties. I took a moment to stash my belongings and tour the house to open curtains and windows, then headed back to the living room with a book. A few pages in, I came to one of the book's many steamy scenes, and I clenched my thighs together as my breath hissed through my nose. Ok, it was time. I fumbled for my phone, and texted, "PPA. Living room."
She responded instantly, emerging from her room to meet me at the couch. She had changed into a sexy pink ensemble: silky demi-bra on top that provided support without much coverage, and a pair of matching shorts that left most of her cheeks exposed. She sat beside me on the couch as I continued to read, draping one arm over my shoulders, and placing the other on my leg just below the hem of my skirt. I took a deep breath, letting my knees fall open, feeling my pussy leak as she slid her hand upward under my skirt. Her touch was gentle to start -- just a light trailing of her fingertips -- but grew firmer and more insistent as she got the intended result: my pussy wet and open for her. A finger slipped between my lower lips, teasing my insides briefly before she turned her attention to my clitoris, two fingers sliding up my slit, pinching my sensitive nub gently between them. I gasped at the sudden intensity of the stimulation, and again as she repeated the motion. It was amazing, highly arousing, but a bit too intense in the moment. I reached up and patted her head, a wordless signal to pause what she was doing. As she sat upright, withdrawing her hand to rest on my thigh, I prompted her to change her approach by tossing one of the throw cushions onto the floor between my feet.
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