My Sexy Awakening

Come with me, darling

I was incredibly nervous, but Paul's sensual voice did its trick, and I started to calm down.

-You are an incredible woman, Andrea, and I am honored to be part of your s****l awakening. Tell me something darling, are you ready for me?

-Yes, I am ready for you, Paul.

-You have no idea how much it pleases me to hear that. I want you to sit on the sofa or reclining chair and open the velvet box. Can you do that for me?

-Yes, I am sitting on my sofa now, and I have the box in my hands. Before I open it, thank you so much for all the gifts. No man has been as attentive as you ever with me. You made me feel special.

-That's because you are special. Don't ever doubt yourself. Now, Andrea, please open the box.

I opened the box as he instructed. Inside, a small black, silky bag held something that could only describe as a sort of large bullet. It was purple. It seemed metallic but covered in a rubbery type of material.

-What is this, Paul?

-What you have in your hands, darling, is a bullet vibrator. It is supposed to stimulate your c******s to help you achieve pleasure and orgasms. Some women also use them to prepare themselves for anal s*x, but at least for now, this is not the case. I can set the intensity of the vibrations with my cell phone, and you can do the same manually.

-Oh…

-Trust and communication are crucial to achieving a pleasant s****l experience, even if it is unusual, as in this case. To guide you correctly, I need your unequivocal trust. I am fully aware that I need to earn your trust, which will hopefully develop over time, but we need some basic level of trust to start this journey together. I also need you to feel that you are safe with me.

-I don't know you well, Paul, but I feel I can trust you for some strange reason. I told you things nobody knows about me, and we haven't even met in person. I always believed in my gut instinct, and the only time I did not follow it was when I started dating Ethan, my cheating ex. I knew deep inside that he was not the man for me and that we were not meant to be together, but I did not break up with him regardless, and look where that landed me.

-And what does your gut tell you now, Andrea?

-It tells me that I should trust you.

-Thank you. In the velvet box, there is an envelope with a letter that you read earlier today. Do you still have the letter?

-Yes, it is in the box.

-Well, take it and turn it around. There you will find my personal cell phone number. Only a few people very close to me, who I fully trust, have access to this number. So this is a giant leap of faith for me too. I am also choosing to trust you, so I am sharing something that I rarely let other people have, even those who have known me for a long time. I want you to save my number on your cell phone and text me at once, so I have your number too. Can you do that for me, Andrea?

Even if I hesitated for a little bit, I assumed, because of what Alexandra told me, that he was a good man who wouldn't do anything to harm me intentionally, so I decided to follow his instructions.

-Thank you, Andrea. I just got your text. Now I need you to do something else. I want you to take a picture of yourself in the new garment. You do not have to show me your face if you don't feel comfortable yet. But I need you to show me how sexy and poised you are.

-Ok. Give me a minute.

I went into my bedroom and looked at the large mirror in front of me. I thought about hiding my face. There is always the risk that Paul might share this picture or that someone might get hold of his phone and see it. So I decided to send two shots instead of one. In the first photo, I was wearing the kimono. It was short, but it covered all the places it should. I just allowed for one shoulder and part of my cleavage to show. I looked straight into the mirror and took the picture. My face was visible, and my legs were on full display. I have never felt sexier in my life.

Then I removed the kimono, so the bra, thong, and garters were upfront. I rotated my head this time, so my face was not visible, but my body was—all of it. Then, feeling confident and daring, I took the second picture. I looked at both images once again, and I must confess that I was both thrilled and surprised by the result. I returned to the patio, took a deep breath, and pressed "send." Within seconds I heard Paul loud and clear.

-Jesus Christ, Andrea. You are breathtaking. You are going to be the death of me.

I was glad that he could not see my face because I could not hide my broad smile. I was beyond ecstatic to know I generated such a reaction in Paul. I do not know why, but I was sure he was handsome. For sure, he was confident and used to be with women all the time. So to hear him respond the way he did to my pictures was amazing. I felt more self-assured than ever. There was no doubt in my mind: I could do this. A few moments later, I could hear Paul's voice again.

-Darling, go back to the sofa. I want you to sit comfortably and close your eyes. With your left hand, I want you to caress your breasts and pinch your n*****s, one at a time. Think that it is me touching you. I am desperate to have a field trip on your full breasts, to have my tongue circling your n*****s and my mouth sucking them. If they look so amazing, I can only imagine how good they taste. Are you enjoying this, Andrea?

-Yes, Paul. Very much.

-Good. Now, take the bullet with your right hand, and place it on your c**t. Do not stop working on your breasts.

I did as he instructed, and suddenly the bullet started to vibrate lightly at the beginning, but the intensity of the vibrations increased with every minute. The sensation was incredible.

-You know something, Andrea? The thought of having you touching yourself so close to me without being able to have my way with you is driving me insane. Knowing that I can only manipulate the bullet with my cell phone without seeing your physical reaction is just unbearable. I would love it if you could touch me too and feel how hard I am for you right now. Keep touching yourself while I handle myself, thinking that it is your hand the one wrapped around my hard c**k.

I was getting excited. I could hear Paul's breathing accelerate while the vibrator made my c**t throb. After a few seconds, I started to feel my core contracting, and pleasure began to build up like a volcano. I could feel Paul's ragged voice cursing until he said, "come with me, darling," and that was it; I came right away, feeling for the first time how incredible orgasms can be.