“I’ve just stopped at the motorway services for a sandwich and a can of pop,” Mark said over the phone at about 3 P.M. Before I could remind him to drive safely, he continued, “I want you upstairs, lying naked on the bed when I get in. I don’t want to waste any time getting my hands on you.”
“Mark!” I could feel my cheeks begin to flush.
I spent the remaining time until Mark’s arrival getting ready. I’d bought a load of candles a week earlier, so set them around the room. As the cassette player was still upstairs, I put in a tape of what was—I hoped—sensual music.
At ten minutes to six I lit the candles, drew the bedroom curtains, and got undressed. Spreading myself on the bed, I realised I’d forgotten the lube so I retrieved it. Also, I wondered if a few of our toys would be appropri
