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A Naughty Secret Santa

Written By: Savannah Chase

Angel barely sat down at her desk and turned on the computer when a blue message light flickered on the bottom of her screen.

Hot2Trot: Good morning hot stuff…LOL

Hot2Trot was the screen name her friend Holly used whenever they talked on line. She was on the other side of the floor they both worked on.

ShyAngel: Good morning, you know I just sat down at my desk.

Hot2Trot: I know that’s why I messaged you so quickly. I was going to call but I can’t.

Hot2Trot: You R never going to believe what I just saw.

ShyAngel:?

Hot2Trot: Erick almost tripped over his own feet in his office when you walked by.

ShyAngel:? No way. Shut Up.

Hot2Trot: Why would I lie? The man was drooling over you, that’s why.

ShyAngel: I don’t know what you saw, maybe his shoe was undone or something, but there is NO way it was because of me. No way

Hot2Trot: What? OMG, he was looking at you. The only other person around you at the moment was Dan, and I’m 100% sure he wasn’t drooling over Dan. The man has it for you. BAD!!!

Angel smiled to herself. Her friend had to be wrong; there was no way that he felt anything towards her except respect for an employee. She wasn’t his type. Plus he never let on that he might even have any feelings for her.

Erick Craig was the type of man who was usually seen with supermodels on his arm. Not plain Jane bookworms like her.

ShyAngel: U r so wrong……

Hot2Trot: No way, I’m always right, and you know it. Ok I got 2 go. I need to catch the coffee cart before it vanishes.

ShyAngel: Talk to you later, and no I’m not wrong

She clicked the little x on her screen to close off the window, and continued putting her desk in order. The holiday season was always hectic around here and with Christmas Eve three days away it would get a lot crazier. Tons of things needed to get done before some staff went off on their holiday vacation.

She still had to input half the employees hours, and make sure to check that she hadn’t missed anything.

*****

By lunch time she was just finishing off printing all the employee hours for the pay period. She just got the last page when Holly rang her up.

“Did you send me that email with the picture of that thing you were looking for?” Holly asked.

Angel could hear Holly laughing on the other end.

“What thing?”

“You know the thing……the pink thing that shall remain unnamed. The….”

Angel stopped Holly from saying anything more.

“Shhhhhhhhhhh…..not another word out of your mouth, or do you want me to come over there and hurt you. All I need is the whole office to know I’m looking for a sex toy in the form of a pink blow up chair with its own pink dildo.”

“Hey it’s definitely a conversation piece.”

Angel couldn’t help but start laughing at the comment.

“Yah I’ll blow it up when I get it, and place it right in front of my desk, how’s that sound?”

The pink chair was something, just not the type of something she wanted the whole office to know about.

“Sounds good to me,” her friend replied teasingly.

“I’ll send over the email right now.”

“I’ll be waiting,” Holly replied before she hung up.

Angel had been looking for the chair for the past few weeks. It was a hot pink blow up chair that came with an equally pink dildo. She found it at an on line store called Naughty or Nice.

Since she wasn’t getting any lately, she figured it was time to take matters into her own hands. Might as well have a little fun with the pink chair.

Angel quickly opened up the online Naughty or Nice boutique web page and copied the web link and photo into the email so she could get it sent to Holly before she’d forget again.

“Knock knock,” she heard as Keith – one of the file clerks- walked into her office and was headed straight for her.

Angel clicked on Holly’s email address as fast as she could before he could get close enough to see what was on her computer screen.

Just as she was looking back to check the email the computer screen suddenly went black and the whole computer shut down.

All that just as Keith got to her desk, and in range to see what had been on her screen.

A part of her felt relieved but she wasn’t sure if she should panic, she had been trying to hurry up and get the email off  her computer, but now she wasn’t sure if she had sent it and if it went to Holly.

Voices from the outside could be heard and as she let out a worried sigh.

“I came in to tell you Erick would like everyone in the board room, we’re going to draw the names for the secret Santa.”

“Yah, thank you, I was just finishing off some work and the computer shut down.”

Angel got up from the desk and followed Keith out into the hallway.

“Guys, all the computers are down, someone’s been called already to come check it out,” someone called from down the hallway.

She made her way down the hall past the festively decorated offices, each office almost exactly as the next. Same large gray desk and big black office chair. Large gray cabinets to match stood against the wall.

“Hey girl,” she heard as she entered the board room, a few people were already seated at the large black table talking amongst themselves.

“I tried to send you the email but he walked into my office – her glance shot towards Keith- I don’t know if it went through. My computer shut down just as I hit send, plus I was trying to hurry up before he saw the email.”

“Did he see anything?” Holly asked teasingly.

“No, if he had I would have died of embarrassment.”

Angel shot Holly a smile.

Just as both women were getting settled in their seats Erick walked through the door, he was holding a large glass bowl with pieces of folded paper inside it.

His dark brown hair neatly slicked back, he was dressed in a black suite and a light blue dress shirt- the first two buttons undone- revealing a lightly tanned and sculpted chest. His green eyes sparkled as he looked their way and nodded.

“Ladies,” he said as he sat across from them and placed the glass bowl in front of him on the table.

“Hi,” both of them answered simultaneously.

Angel tried to keep herself from staring at him as he sat right across from her. Every time she quickly glanced his way he tore his gaze down to the table. If she didn’t know better he was avoiding eye contact.

She wondered if maybe Holly had been right, was it possible he had been staring at her in the morning. The thought of those eyes on her awoke the ache between her thighs that hadn’t been satisfied in a long time. One she was about to satisfy once her chair arrived.

She could feel herself getting flushed as she sat secretly looking at him. She was going to kill her friend for putting the idea in her head.

Her and Erick, like that would ever happen she thought to herself.

The final few employees arrived in the boardroom just before they got started.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m going to pass the bowl around as always, and you grab a name. I ask you to please keep the name you get to yourself. I know last year a few of you spoiled the surprise. Please don’t do it again this year. Just like last year the limit is fifty dollars maximum. We’ll be exchanging the gifts Friday. That gives you three days to get your stuff,” Erick announced.

Before passing the bowl down the table Erick pulled out the first scrap of paper. A coy smile spread across his face as he glanced at the name that was written on the paper.  Angel watched as he scanned the room before folding the paper back up and placed it in his pocket.

I guess he got the person he really wanted she thought to herself.

By the time the bowl got to where both women were sitting there were only a few scraps with names left. Angel pulled out a name and Holly followed before they continued moving the bowl down to the remaining few people at the table.

Angel glanced at the paper, and there in big black writing was Holly’s name. She couldn’t have been happier since this would be such an easy gift to get.

She already knew what to give her. Holly had mentioned it a few weeks ago. It was a music box she’d had since she was a little girl. The box had gotten damaged by accident. Angel had started searching for it right away to try to replace the sentimental item for her friend as a surprise.

Before Holly could see the identity of who she’d picked Angel tucked away the small scrap of paper in her hand.

While the last person reached to pull out the remaining name Angel wondered who’d pulled out hers. She’d never done a secret Santa before, and since this was her first Christmas working here she looked forward to seeing how it all turned out.

“So who’d you get,” Holly leaned in and whispered.

“I’m not telling.”

“Come on, I’ll tell you if you tell me,” Holly persisted.

“Nope, you’re just going to have to wait to find out who I got,” Angel said and she smiled.

*****

Erick couldn’t help but smile devilishly as he dropped in his chair back at in his office. As fate would have it he was the lucky one to draw the name he hoped for out of the glass bowl.

This was going to be his chance to show her how he felt about her. This was just the push he needed.

From the very first day he laid eyes on her she took his breath away. She made everything inside him ache.

Those beautiful blue, yes they reminded him of the ocean, the golden blonde curls that flowed down her back. The curves of her luscious body, the sweet smell of her lilac perfume. Everything he dreamed of and more.

The sight of her made his cock hard and strain against his pants like never before. It was an ache that could drive a man to the brink of insanity.

Not a single day went by that he didn’t want to pull her into his office and kiss her, to make love to her on top of his desk. To taste her sweet little mouth. To nibble on every part of her like she was the sweetest thing in the world. She gave him a hard on every morning when he walked into the office and caught a glance of her.

Oh how much he wanted to do that. All he had to do now was to find the perfect gift, the perfect gift for the perfect woman.

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A Naughty Secret Santa

Written By: Savannah Chase

The next three days went by in a blur. With the computer system crash Angel had to input all of the employee hours all over again. The computers hadn’t gone up totally until late last evening and still some programs were not fully functional until today. The company had a few spare laptops the office had put away just in case something like this happened. Everybody had to try to work around the computer repairs until the system fully operated.

There had been talk that the crash was caused deliberately, some disgruntled employee that had been fired a few months back. They discovered he’d been using the company computers to conduct some illegal transactions. Nobody except Erick knew the exact details. The guy had made threats but nothing happened, until three days ago. Perfect timing. Right before the holidays.

Today the office went about its regular business, it was Christmas Eve.  Festive decorations adorned each office. The boardroom had been filled with fresh coffee, and finger foods. Cookies and pastries that were made into different holiday shapes and sizes. All decorated with sprinkles and frosting.

Colleagues already had started exchanging gifts. Laughter and people thanking one another could be heard echoing down the hall.

Angel already gave Holly her gift first thing in the morning since Holly had only come in for a few hours. She had to catch a flight back to Toronto with Darren – her fiancé- to go back home. She’d promised her parents she’d make it this year for the holidays. It had been a smart choice since now the snow was falling quite heavily and flights were already delayed to some destinations.

The look on Holly’s face had been priceless when she opened her present after finding out Angel pulled out her name. There were tears in her eyes as she listened to the music box play. All those weeks trying to locate it paid off. It was suppose to be her Christmas gift but she knew once she had pulled out Holly’s name that she would give it to her for the secret Santa.

Angel returned to her desk from the photocopier when she found a small red box wrapped in a white bow on her desk. There was a note attached to it.

Her secret Santa decided to keep their identity a secret. This had to be her secret Santa gift since she hadn’t received anything yet. Her curiosity got the best of her as she wondered who could have pulled her name out of the bowl. From what she could tell there were still a few of her coworkers who hadn’t exchanged gifts.

She glanced around for anyone who might be watching her as she picked up the box and read the card.

Open me please……

Angel gently tugged on the white bow then opened the lid. The contents of the box were a surprise, nothing what she guessed it would be. Inside the box she found another card written in calligraphy letters. The note read

Please do me the honor of meeting me here at the office at eight o’clock. It shall be a night to remember…I shall be waiting…..Your secret Santa

Angel looked around once more as colleagues passed by her office door, still nobody was watching her.

*****

By five o’clock her mind was racing, wondering who possibly could have left her the red box with the note. The thought that it might have come from Erick even crossed her mind, but she quickly dismissed it. It couldn’t be him. She’d heard that he already had given his gift to the person he got which was his secretary Sherry. It had to be one of the other men who worked with her on the floor.

But who could it be?

Soon she’d find out.

****

It was quarter to seven when Angel returned to the office.  The snow had stopped falling and the drive back wasn’t all that bad. She almost changed her mind and never came. Her nerves were surely getting the best of her.

Angel had dressed in a red spaghetti strap number with high heels to match. With every step she took down the darkly lit hall towards her office she couldn’t help but feel ridiculous. She had no idea who she was meeting, and she had dressed up like she was about to meet prince charming. For all she knew the card she’d received could have been a joke that one of her friends had pulled on her. This would be one cruel joke, even for them. There were a few people on the floor that got a kick out of things like that. Anything to get a good laugh.

Letting out a nervous sigh she slowly opened the door to her office. It was empty, except her desk lamp was lit and shining down onto another card.

This one read,

Go to the end of the hallway where I’ll be waiting for you…. Your secret Santa

Placing the card back onto the desk she switched off the lamp and headed down the hall just as the card had instructed. A part of her still unsure if she should even be here.

Was this a joke?

She was nervous, excited and maybe even a part of her felt thrilled and aroused. She couldn’t deny that she felt turned on. The anticipation and the hunt to discover who might have planned this.

As she slowly approached the end of the hall, she saw light emanating from an open door.

Nervous, she slowly entered the room.  There were candles lit all around, the flames danced passionately in the dark office as they brought light into the medium sized space.

Her glance took in the desk where the chair was turned and faced the wall to conceal the identity of whoever sat in it. To her right, next to the leather couch stood a very large box, it was wrapped exactly like the small one she’d received earlier with the card, red with a big white bow.

“Thank you for coming,” she heard.

As she watched, the chair turned and her heart skipped a few beats as the identity of the person was revealed.

Dressed in a dark suit, and a white shirt and black tie to match, hair done to perfection was no one other than Erick.

“I…I almost didn’t,” she revealed as she walked closer to the desk.

“What changed your mind?” he asked as he stood up from the chair and began making his way towards her.

“I had to find out who had left the note, it peaked my curiosity.”

The closer he got the faster her heart was beating. When he stopped he was close enough that she could smell his cologne, feel his breath against her skin.

Heat crawled up her body, overwhelming desire wrapped around her like a blanket as she inhaled his sweet smell. The aroma of soap, and aftershave.

Slowly he leaned in, brushed her curls back, his hot breath on her neck.

“I hope you are you happy with what you found,” he whispered.

Angel bit her lower lip to hold back a moan as a shiver shot down her body. All she could do was nod yes. He placed a gentle kiss on her neck, his warm mouth seductively sucked on her flesh.

He was good, real good with those lips of his. With just one kiss he’d fired her body up. Her nipples hardened, the ache in her pussy was uncontrollable. Demanding more. Everything from her lips to her thighs where aching.

Angel braced herself against Erick’s chest as his hands slid down her ribs and the other cupped her cheek right before his mouth seized her lips. As he leaned in she felt his hard cock straining against his pants.

His kiss, hungry, exploring every part of her mouth, teasing, tasting, nibbling, all she could do was let her body melt.

“I’ve waited to do this for so long,” he said breathlessly as he pulled away from her.

A moan escaped her, she wanted his lips back, and she wanted his kiss. Angel wanted more, so much more.

“I want you to go and open your gift,” he said as he leaned in towards her neck, his lips softly brushed against her skin.

Her gaze shot towards the big red box that stood on the floor. She had to steady herself to walk over to the box. Her legs had already given up on her. No big surprise there.

Reaching for the box she pulled the big red bow and it opened in front of her. There right in front of her stood a chair, the pink blow up chair. The pink blow up chair that she’d wanted and emailed to her friend Holly.

She could feel herself blushing as her eye traveled from the chair to where Erick stood.

“I got your email,” he said devilishly.

She couldn’t believe it, the email never made it to Holly but somehow it made it to Erick. The last person she ever wanted to see it.

“I must admit when I saw the email and this pink chair I was surprised. All I found myself doing was picturing you sitting on it, naked and riding that pink cock.”

His gaze fell on top of the chair and then returned back to her. Hearing him say that to her made the ache between her thighs grow, her body was a raging fire on the brink of getting out of control.

Her attention shifted to his pants where his cock was obviously straining against the material.

She could see he was trying hard to keep his composure.

“What else,” she asked seductively.

A deep groan left his lips, and he looked at her. His eyes solely focused on her.

“I’ve pictured you lying here naked on my desk as I fuck you over and over. You call out my name as I make you come.”

Erick removed his jacket and tossed it to the leather couch.

Angel tried to squeeze her thighs to stop the ache from getting any worse. Unfortunately it was no use.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so wet, so aroused as she was now.

Her hand reached for her dress strap and she slowly pulled it down her arm, then the other.

She let the dress slowly fall to the floor before she stepped out of it. All she was left wearing was a red thong and high heels.

“Tell me one thing.”

“What’s that?” he asked.

“Have you been naughty or nice this year?”

“I’ve been very naughty,” he replied devilishly.

“Really, well then I guess I’m just going to have to punish you for that,” she replied as her fingers glided down her body and stopped at her thong. She gently tugged at the bows on the side to undo them. The thong fell to the floor.

“You’re killing me right in front of your eyes,” he said as he began to walk towards her.

“No, you’ve been bad. You can look but don’t touch,” she replied teasing him.

Angel walked to the chair and stood over it, positioning herself right above the pink cock.

Her body swaying seductively from side to side as she slowly began her sensual dance.

She bit her lower lip as her hands glided over her perky nipples, down her ribs, her stomach, down her thighs. She’d never done anything like this.

Angel watched as her movements only pushed Erick further. He was trying to hold back from walking over to her, his fists tightened, his jaw clenched.

Her seductive dance continued, and each time her body lowered over the pink cock her pussy got closer and closer to it.

Erick didn’t know how much more he could take watching her. This was utter murder to him and especially his cock.

Every sway of her hips, taunted him. She told him he could only look but not touch. He wanted to be near her, touch her, taste her, that neck, those breasts. Every last bit of her body.

The candles around the office flickered, they almost looked like they were dancing, casting shadows, illuminating the beauty that was before his eyes.

Angel slowly lowered her body all the way down, her pussy engulfed the pink cock, and a sweet moan escaped her lips.

He watched as her body rose up and down, his eyes were locked with hers. Subtle whimpers and cries left her as the pink cock pounded into her. The faster her body moved the louder she moaned.

Erick could see it in her eyes; they were glazed, almost sparkling. She would come any moment.

Never had a woman let him watch her as she had an orgasm in front of him especially not with a pink sex toy.

Not once had he felt the strong want to be with someone as he was experiencing right now. He swore he could almost die if he couldn’t be with her. Angel not only unraveled his body but everything inside him.

When she came, her melodic cries filled the room. She threw her head back, her body shuttered as pleasure ripped through her.

Erick decided he’d had enough, she’d punished him. He began walking over towards her, his fingers frantically tearing through each button on his shirt. He kicked off his shoes as a deep groan came out of his mouth.

When he reached her he slowly lifted her body of the chair, her eyes still sparkling like stars.

“Angel, I can’t take anymore of this,” he said, and then he lifted her off the ground and into his arms, and then carried her over to his desk which he’d cleared in advance.

Gently he placed her down and finished removing the rest of his clothing.

Angel lay there watching as he tossed his stuff to the side. As soon as his boxers were off his cock sprang to freedom.

Erick climbed on top of the desk and positioned himself over her. For a moment he lingered above her, his cock brushing against her pussy.

Slowly he lowered himself towards her and captured her lips. His kiss so deep, and intoxicating. Exhilarating to all her senses. His tongue explored her mouth with need, and hunger.

With one hand supporting himself above her he used the other to explore her body, his hands caressing her thighs, her ribs, her breasts.

When he continued to tease her nipples a whimper left her lips.

Eric abandoned her mouth and began moving down her body, to her neck, sucking, teasing, licking, tasting. Lower and lower he traveled until he reached her breasts. His mouth captured one hard bud, kissing, tasting, and nipping. Her breast left reddened when he pulled away and moved to the other.

Angel raised her hands above her head and took hold of the edge of the desk. Erick was going to make her come even before he was inside.

She wanted him, his cock pounding inside her. She wanted Erick to fuck her until her body was sore, and it hurt to breathe. It hurt to move.

Just as she was sure she would orgasm Erick slid back up her body, in one thrust he was inside her. Her pussy welcomed his cock.

He groaned as his body began to thrust in and out, faster and faster, harder and deeper with each move.

Angel’s hands were still grasping the edge of the desk as he pounded into her frantically. It didn’t take long before her body unraveled like a spool of string and pleasure consumed her like a fire.

“Erick,” she cried out.

He groaned deep as his own orgasm threw him over the edge. His body tensed and his breathing was rapid.

In that split second time stood still.

Erick collapsed next to her and tried to get his body to wind down. This was a night he would never forget, a night he planned on having with her many more times to come.

What started out with a secret Santa, add in a computer crash and a diverted email ended up with him getting the push he needed to be with the woman of his dreams.

Angel was the best gift of all.

The End

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Chapter 3

Those were words every man dreamt of hearing, but very few ever got the chance to hear. A grunt escaped his lips from the excitement. He could hardly contain it.

Hope could still feel her heart pounding in her chest, but the nervousness had disappeared. Now it was adrenaline and everything else driving her on. She glanced towards him and saw a devilish smile spreading across his face.

“I want you to strip for me, and then I want you to take that chair for a ride. After that, when you’re good and ready, I want to f*ck you,” he replied.

Sawyer was holding back; he wanted to walk over to her right now and tear off her dress, then pound his cock into her until she screamed over and over until she came in his arms.

Hearing him command her like that made her pussy ache as she got wet with excitement. No man had ever spoken to her in that way.

Hope slowly untied her black dress and let it fall down before she started peeling it off her body. The fallen dress revealed her black laced bra and black panties to match. Her beautiful nipples were hard and poking through the soft lace material, crying for some undivided attention – for his attention.

As she unhooked the back of her bra, Sawyer slowly began peeling off his own clothing: first his shirt, then the pants. She could tell he was already impatient. Her being able to watch him only fired off her body even more. He was a fine sight to see, such beautiful skin, lightly tanned. The contours and planes of his sexy male body were enough to make her get even wetter.

Sawyer watched as the lace bra fell to the floor and her breasts were exposed, two perfect rosey hard nipples right in front of him, presented for his pleasure. He wanted to reach over and taste them, suck on them, play with each one with his tongue. Tightly clenching his jaw he held back a groan. Just a little longer and he could have her. His eyes glued to Hope, he watched as her fingers crept under the material of her panties before she slid them down her gorgeous long legs.

She is slowly torturing me.

His own body was yelling for her touch, his cock hard and erect. Oh how he couldn’t wait to be inside her. He knew that he wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer. There was only so much he could do.

Hope provocatively walked over to the pink chair. She bent over and wrapped her fingers around the pink dildo. Tormenting him, her hand began to rise and fall down the length of the cock. Watching her do that, he could almost feel her hand on his cock torturing him with her touch.

Then her hand abandoned the pink toy. She turned around to give him a full and perfect view of herself. He watched as her hands slowly glided up and down her body. They came to a stop on her breasts. Her fingers softly teased both hard nipples. He could hear soft moans escape her lips with every caress of the sensitive flesh. Then she turned around and bent over exposing her glistening pussy to him. Her way of telling him she was ready. After that she returned to the chair, and that’s when she slowly lowered her pussy on the waiting dildo. It impaled her body and she moaned as her pussy engulfed the pink cock. Repeatedly her body glided up and down. Every thrust bringing her closer to pleasure. He could see the dildo glistened from her juices.

“I want you to stop just when you feel your about to come,” he instructed her.

He knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but he only hoped that she would do as he’d asked. He wanted to be the one to finish the job. No way was he going to let a dildo make her come, not while he was there. Not when he had waited for this for so long.

Once more Hope gently let her pussy engulf the erect dildo, every thrust bringing her body closer to orgasm. What he had asked her to do was torture and it took all of her energy to abandon her new toy, every part of her body so sensitive and crying out in protest to what she had done.

Sawyer made his way off the bed towards her. His hand gently creeping between her thighs to her wet c*nt. She was close and he could feel it; she was extremely wet. Just the way he wanted her to be as his fingers gently brushed her pussy.

He guided her towards the bed and gently laid her down. He could see it in her eyes that she was holding off the impending orgasm that would explode inside her at any second.

“Sawyer, please. I need you now. I want your cock inside me!” she cried out.

He reached over towards his jeans that lay on the bed next to her and retrieved a condom. As soon as he was done putting it on, he spread her thighs a little wider and gently guided his cock into her wet pussy. Thrusting in and out slowly, he listened as her moans grew louder and louder. Oh yes, she was wet! Her warm juices covered his sheathed cock as he thrusted into her. Her pussy was tight at first, but with each entrance she relaxed. Increasing his pace, his cock drove into her with hurry and force. He wanted her to cry just like she had cried when he had watched her fingering herself a few days ago.

Her hands were now back on her breasts, tweaking and teasing her nipples – nipples he was going to enjoy all night long. This was just the beginning of the night. He was ready to spend the next few hours making up for the lost time. He was ready to make her scream over and over until she had no energy left.

With every thrust, Hope came closer and closer to letting go. His cock was what she wanted inside her for so long, and now she didn’t want to have him leave.

Letting go, Hope let the pleasure engulf every inch of her body. Moans escaped her lips like nothing ever before. Never had a man made her cry out the way she did now.

Sawyer drove his cock even harder as he felt his own orgasm claiming him. His body tensed and a grunt left his lips as savoury pleasure overwhelmed him.

When he regained his composure there was a hungry look in Hope’s eyes telling him she was ready to go all over again.

“I’m ready if you are,” he said to her.

All she did was nod yes and that was all he needed to see. This was going to be one night they would both remember forever. A night that started off with a cancelled date, which lead to a package with a pink blow-up chair. The pink sex toy that lead to two people taking a chance and going after what they both denied themselves and wanted: each other.

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Ripping into the parcel, Hope found what looked like a blow-up toy, a chair more exact. It was a pink blow-up chair. “What the heck is this?” she asked herself as she stared at the item.

Upon further examination of the contents she got the answer she was looking for. It was no ordinary blow-up chair. It was a special pink chair that came with its own dildo. Someone had sent her a sex toy. She was setting the box down to the floor when she noticed a piece of paper wedged in the side of the box. It was a note.

“I DARE YOU TO USE IT!” was all it said in big capital letters. At first she figured it was a gag gift from one of her friends who lived across the street from her. Her friend had a tendency to send kinky things she’d find on her numerous shopping trips. But to her surprise, the note wasn’t signed by her friend. Right at the very bottom of the page it was signed by Sawyer.

An excited smile spread across her face. After all this time and even after seeing her getting off, he finally decided to make a move. What a bold move it was!

A sudden gust of spontaneity swept over her and she did something she had always been afraid to do. Grabbing the phone she began to dial.

“Hello?” she heard the person on the other end answer. Hearing him made her body turn to complete jelly. That was one sexy voice.

“I dare you to watch me. Not through your window, but right here in person. Right now,” she said into the receiver before she hung up the phone.

Sawyer couldn’t believe it; she’d not only called him, but invited him over to her place to watch her with her brand new toy that came courtesy of him. The thought of seeing her up close and bare made his cock jump with excitement. Their cat and mouse game was finally coming to an end. All thanks to a pink sex toy.

Ten minutes later, Hope still couldn’t believe her boldness. She had actually gotten the nerve to do what she’d just done. She stared at the now fully blown-up pink chair with its pink dildo that was now standing in the middle of the floor next to her bed. It was soft and comfortable looking. It even had a backrest to it. She was going to have a little fun with the man she’d craved for so long. She just hoped that she wouldn’t change her mind after all.

That cancelled date was the best thing that could have happened to her tonight.

The sound of knocking on her door made her heart race a mile a minute. The thought had already crossed her mind that he might not go through with it and not show up. She’d already been stood up once tonight – anything was possible.

Hope wanted this. She wanted him, and if it wasn’t for his kinky little gift than none of this would be happening. The second Hope opened her apartment door, Sawyer stepped inside and didn’t even let her say a word. His strong arms embraced her body and his lips hurriedly captured hers. How sweet they tasted, sweeter than honey. Tastier than she’d ever imagined, or fantasized about.

She welcomed him and his tongue as it quickly explored her mouth and every part of it. Her own mouth followed his lead, and her tongue delved in to explore him. She didn’t even want to come up for air. His lips and mouth were all she needed to live.

“Hope, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this to you,” he said to her as she finally broke away from him to breathe. He pulled her even closer to him and her body collided with his like two magnets. She tasted so sinfully and smelled divine; he wanted more of her.

She could already feel his bulging cock as it strained against his jeans. Her nipples tingled and only got harder with that sensation against her body.

“Well then, we have to make up for some lost time don’t we?” she replied as she took a hold of his hand and led him towards her bedroom.

The lights were already dimmed down and the curtains were drawn. The only person getting a perfect view tonight was here with her. Next to her bed stood the pink chair all blown up, the pink dildo erect and ready for use.

Hope turned around and there was a seductive look in her brown eyes. One he wished he’d been able to see a long time ago. “Tonight you get to watch, and I want you to tell me exactly what you want. Here is your chance to get what you’ve waited for,” she whispered in his ear as she leaned in towards him and pushed him to sit on the bed.

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Copyright 2007 Savannah Chase

Chapter 1

It was Friday, and instead of getting ready to go out for the one and only date she’d had in months, Hope was at home, very much alone, and without a date. The guy called her twenty minutes ago and cancelled. Reason given was that something came up. What came up was in the form of another woman; she’d heard her giggle in the background from wherever he was calling from.

Passing by her balcony, Hope caught sight of Sawyer standing at his window. He was glancing her way – she was sure of it. He’s a guy who lives in the adjacent building. She’d crushed on him from the first time she’d laid eyes on the man as she was walking down the street. It wasn’t until a few days later that she found out he lived across the street from her.

She’d never built up the nerve to talk to him; they’d only flirted as they passed each other by. A wink here, a coy smile there. Never words, just looks. Looks that spoke for themselves. The last time she saw him was a few days ago. She’d caught him watching her during an intimate moment.

It been so long since she’d had sex with a man, and there’s only so long one could go before sexual frustration kicked in. She was very much past that point; she had reached sexual desperation. So she decided to take matters into her own hands.

When she caught him watching she didn’t give her discovery away. It was flattering, and an even bigger turn on that he was looking at her. There was no embarrassment about the whole thing. Especially since it was him she was imagining as her body surrendered and screamed in pleasure. Sawyer was her deepest fantasy that she craved, but was afraid to have. Until she built up the courage to do anything about it, all she had was herself and her treasure chest full of toys to keep her body satisfied.

Hope was getting ready to change back into her casual clothes when the door bell rang. All the effort she had put in to looking extra special, and unfortunately there was nowhere to go. Looking out the peep hole, she saw a delivery guy holding a package in one hand, and a clipboard in the other.

“I have a delivery for Hope Denver,” he said as she opened the door.

“That’s me, but can I ask where it is from?” Hope replied. She hadn’t ordered anything, so she wasn’t expecting any packages to arrive.

The driver scanned his clipboard for the information she requested. “It seems that the package is from across the street. Now please sign here next to the x,” he replied and pointed to the middle of the page where she was to sign.

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Sawyer ran his fingers through his freshly cut hair as he stood at the window glancing at the building that stood across from his. He’d been standing there a good five minutes looking at the woman who lived in apartment 805. She wasn’t just any woman; this was Hope. This was the woman he wanted from the first day he saw her pass him by on the sidewalk just in front of his building. It also didn’t help the fact that a few days ago he stumbled upon her alone in her room pleasuring herself. The moment he happened to catch her, he knew he shouldn’t have watched but he couldn’t tear away.

Never had he observed a woman masturbate, but the way her hands roamed her body was intoxicating. Her fingers slowly caressed her breasts and teased them before her fingers crept to her pussy. She worked her body like a fine-tuned instrument and that produced music in the form of cries of pleasure he only wished he could hear. A porn flick had nothing on what he’d seen.

All the action through the windows resulted in a little hand action of his own as he watched her.
He wasn’t a peeping tom or anything, and never had he done something like this before, but with Hope it was different. She made him want to watch, but only her.

This time he had a reason to stand and look her way; he wanted to see if the gift he’d sent her would get to her tonight as promised. Walking by the shop it automatically caught his eye: the pink blow-up chair that came with a little something extra, a matching pink dildo.

He still couldn’t believe he’d purchased it and sent it to her as a gift.

He could only imagine her body rocking back and forth, up and down, as the pink cock impaled her.

Man would I give anything to be that pink dildo instead.

Continuing to observe, he saw Hope reappear holding a brown box – the brown box he’d sent. The package had actually made it.

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