“Which one is Frank again?” I asked as we moved up one place in line while catching the eye of the young barista, Andrew. I smiled politely at him before returning my gaze to Liz.
“He’s that college professor. He’s kind of a dork, but oh can he fuck,” Liz grinned. “He actually would be attracted to you,” Liz mentioned off the cuff.
“Oh?” Naturally, I was more than curious now.
“Yes, Frank has a thing for blondes with blue eyes. It’s his instant attraction,” Liz revealed.
While she thumbed the pages of her catalog, she went on about Frank. Liz was a Dominatrix at the same kink club that Jacob and I went to on occasions, so she always had a few bottoms or subs at a time.
Being that it was an extreme day for me, I found myself continually gazing at Andrew. I found it interesting that each time I looked in his direction, he was looking at Liz and me. Unintentionally, my mind began to tune out Liz and started to conjure up a scene with Jacob telling me what to do to Andrew as he watched. Days like this brought out the cougar in me. Though I had recently turned forty, I didn’t dare consider myself old, but I knew that I was experienced. Much more experienced than Andrew.
Liz had put off trying to find whatever it was she had been looking for in the catalog until we sat down with our drinks. Since it was mid-morning, the coffee house was crowded. We finally ordered and moved to the receiving area to wait for our coffee and continued talking about her Frank.
“So, Frank has this large thick cock that could occupy me for days,” Liz went on. “In fact, he’s kept me busy each night that I’ve been at the club and he’s been there.”
“How old is Frank?” I casually asked.
“Oh, he’s older than us. He’s older than Jacob, though I’m not certain of the exact age, but he’s in his fifties.”
“You know what they say about older men,” I murmured under my breath so only she could hear.
“I do! I also know what they say about younger ones.”
We both laughed, and I headed toward the counter when the young barista called out my name as he set my cup down.
“Elise,” Andrew said with a smile as he looked at me.
“Thank you,” I said to him as I collected my coffee.
Liz and I had been coming here for years, and Andrew has been here ever since I could remember. He didn’t seem to age at all, though. He was always polite and quick to make the orders. I slipped a few dollars into the tip jar before I turned to face Liz. I pointed to the bar top area just to the side of the drink collection area and went to save her a seat.
After Liz had her coffee, she joined me at the bar top, and we began to look at her catalog from the beginning. Jacob and I weren’t shy when it came to toys and impact toys such as paddles, whips, and floggers. He loved using a baby bullwhip on me, and I craved the harsh bite it left. But due to needing proper space, we usually saved the bullwhip for when we went to the club. With each passing page, the wetter I became.
“So, this is the dildo that I ordered for the strap-on harness,” Liz announced and pointed to the page.
I tilted the catalog toward me and read the description. This one was nine inches long, so it was more than an average-sized one. This would elicit a lot of fun for anyone; guy or woman.
“That is impressive and beautiful, if I do say so myself,” I mused with wide eyes and parted lips as I dropped one of my hands to my lap.
I imagined myself in various situations with this toy, or as Jacob called strap-ons, weapons. My mind ricocheted from wanting to be taken by this thick monster cock, to wanting to discipline some naughty sub with it. I glanced at Andrew who just happened to be bending over retrieving a jug of milk from the fridge under the counter. His black shirt had raised up in the back, exposing his tanned skin just above the waistband of his pants.
At this point, my panties were soaked. I knew that the moment I got home, I would change into my stockings, a corset, and boots. As I slid forward in my seat, my engorged clit pressed against the seam of my jeans. I could feel how swollen my pussy lips were, and I was prepped and primed to play.
“Frank will love it,” Liz commented again on Frank.
“Does Frank know that you’re going to give this to him? Literally,” I questioned, causing us both to laugh.
“Frank told me that he has been interested in experiencing this. But, you know I have tons of other ones, so we will work up to this,” she explained.
“Good idea,” I laughed and shook my head.
After the catch-up chat with Liz had pushed me deeper into my extreme day, I headed home intending to act out my dominating urges. I was in our bedroom, in full extreme mode, taking the crop to the pillow sub that I was reprimanding, when Jacob came home from work earlier than I had expected.
“Damn,” his soft chuckle told me that he loved what he had walked in on.
I quickly spun on the balls of my feet toward the sound of his gentle laugh. Immediately, his eyes were drawn to my lower half because when I turned to face him, the dildo swayed from side to side.
“Have I told you how damn sexy you are, Elise?”
