The Gift

The end of the world was coming.

A close friend told her so. He was wise and had never steered her wrong. She made a decision that day to start being more bold.

She went about her day at work as normal, but mostly, she thought of him. Those imaginative and specifically carnal thoughts of him were drug-like and incredibly potent. She felt hot, sweaty, turned on. She had wanted him for so long.

She'd squeeze her thighs tightly together and squirm on her office chair. At times the ache was so unbearable, she just had to sneakily slip her fingers past the lacy elastic of her panties. She worked them rhythmically right there at her desk. Two fingers slid on either side of her swollen clit, imagining it was his tongue. Her silky lips became even impossibly more wet when she was nearly caught by a coworker. The risk heightened her pleasure.

At the end of her day, she stopped at the post office. She kissed the small, flat bubble mailer before dropping it into the outgoing box. She nervously smiled as she walked back to her car; she'd never done something like this before.

Three days passed. Then five.

Finally, the phone rang. It was him.

He sounded flustered, "I got your... mail."

"Are you shocked by my gift?"

"No. Yes- I don't know. No."

"Did you... enjoy them?" She asked boldly.

"Ummm, yes." His voice was thick with emotion. Lust.

She smiled. Now he has no doubt how she feels about him. It's his move now.

She wished she could have seen his face when we got the mail that day.

She had no idea.

What she hadn't seen was him tearing into the package once he realized what it was. She also did not see the way he buried his face into the fabric, inhaling her earthy musk as deeply as possible. The way his mouth watered and the room spun.

It would have pleased her greatly to know how he flicked his tongue over the most heavily scented area he could find, tasting her. He thought of her full tits and long hair as he stroked himself vigorously. He wished she was straddling his face.

Her scent was the most intimate part of herself she could share with him and she was glad she did so. Besides, the world was coming to an end. She had it on good authority.

It was time to be bold.

There was nothing left to lose.