Beneath the Velvet Chains

Chapter 2 - Abbie

Feeling refreshed from my nap, I ran a bath. When I purchased this house, the bath was the selling point. Its large ceramic frame could hold three people, and its jets were just magical after a long day at work. I'd spent years of hard grafting day in, day out, never really getting the chance to stop and relax. So now that I had this little luxury in my own home, I'd take every opportunity I could to soak with a glass of wine and soothe my aches and pains. Today was no different.

Lying there with the warm water flowing over my body, I started to feel the nerves again. Why am I so worked up over a stupid party?

I poured myself a glass of wine to try and settle them, but it didn't help, and I could feel the tension building inside my stomach. Jenny had assured me there would be no trouble from anyone, but my gut was telling me something different. Just then, I began to imagine what I would look like walking into the party with my short red dress—everyone looking at me. Would they recognize me? Would they even care? As the wine started to take effect, I began to imagine Harry Thompson. He was one of the most popular boys in school; of course, he never noticed me. I had such a crush on him, like everyone else. He was tall, muscular, with the most gorgeous olive skin and dark eyes. I used to lie in bed at night, dreaming about him asking me out, but he had spent almost all of high school with Tammy Peters. She was a real b***h to everyone, me included. Would she be there tonight? I hoped not.

Thinking about Harry sent a trickle of heat to my groin. I felt my n*****s stiffen at the cooler air in my bathroom while the warm bathwater simultaneously washed over them, sending waves of desire to my c**t. Feeling the throbbing pulse between my legs, I reached down and slowly started circling my c**t. The smooth motions caused my thighs and stomach to tense. I pictured Harry between my legs, his tongue at my p***y, his fingers gently playing around the entrance before slowly sliding them inside me. The heat intensified, and I began to rub faster, my orgasm approaching. Using my other hand, I played with my n*****s, squeezing them just hard enough to sting and send a bolt of electricity to my c**t. I could feel the increasing pleasure building, like a wave that's about to crest. My lips parted, and my head fell back, the sound of my moans echoing across the bathroom, my legs tensed as my orgasm rose to the surface, only a few strokes away, the pleasure almost unbearable, and then my phone rang.

"f*****g MARCUS!" I yelled, seeing his name on the screen. "f**k!".

Defeated, I picked up my phone. I certainly wasn't going to answer him now after what he's just done to me. Waiting for his call to ring off, I noticed the time.

"s**t!"

I jumped out of the bath, grabbing a towel, and ran to my bedroom. I have so much to do, and now I'm going to be rushed. "Great," I thought, "this is just what I needed today."

Sitting at my vanity, I tried to ignore the still pulsing feeling in my p***y. I didn't have time; I decided I would play when I got home this evening, make a night of it, and bring out my special box of toys. I began to do my makeup. I wanted a neutral smokey eye that would enhance my green eyes and then settled on a deep red lip that matched my dress. My hair was a different story. I'd spend most days with my hair tied up in a bun— I guess some things haven't changed since high school. As I was always working, I rarely had time to pamper myself, so I hadn't been to a hairdresser in a while. My hair, now wet from the bath, was halfway down my back. What am I going to do with this? I thought. I didn't have time to dry and style it.

I grabbed some mousse from my drawer that had been there for god knows how long, probably since I moved into this house, and ran it through my hair, scrunching my natural waves and hoping for the best. Looking through my wardrobe, I decided on champagne-colored open-toe heels and a matching clutch.

I walked over to my mirror and looked at myself. My body looked phenomenal in this dress. It cut off just below my ass, showcasing my toned legs. I had to be careful not to bend over in this; I didn't want the first thing these people see of me after all these years to be my accidentally exposed p***y. I took a moment to adjust my breasts; I had always had a full bust but as the weight fell off, it made them look bigger on my small frame. I thought about touching myself in the bath again, and my n*****s hardened, making them easily visible through the thin fabric of the dress. The soft satin felt nice against my skin, and the warmth returned to my groin, the tingling sensation flicking across my c**t as my panties soaked up my arousal. No! I thought. I have to go now. Grabbing my bag, I headed for the Uber that was now waiting for me outside. I could see him watching me as I walked down the driveway to his car. His expression was lustful while also trying to be discreet.

I looked good.