I Give Up

"Do not, ahh, that was, don't move. I want you to wait. Oh my, dear Lisa" she was clearly exhausted by the peaking orgasm.

"Stay here, oh god, about, oh, say five, no ten minutes. I am leaving a package here for you and my vibrator as well. My scent is there. Oh, and the photos are for another."

Though I wanted to speak, I somehow restrained myself. If I could spend these past months preparing for this encounter I was also capable of resisting the urge to ask any questions of my sponsor, this woman.

Each of the previous five events had been followed by additional clarity regarding the relationship. I knew that more information was in the present placed on the ground. That is how I had come to see the packages sent or left for me after each encounter. This was our first close meeting and I could spoil it by turning about, or by asking, even speaking.

I listened to the sound of the stones and the click of her heels as she walked away. I heard her giggling softly. After a minute the sound faded and I felt alone. Then I heard the sound of someone getting into the car, then a mumbled few words and a second door closed. There was no action for a full minute. I stood still, bent almost in half, just as she had left me. The engine started and the car lights were lit; there was a pause before the vehicle slowly drove away as I continued to look down at my own black shoes. I turned my head to look at the receding vehicle only after I didn't hear the rumble of the engine, then I stood looking at the taillights. The car was large, but too far off for me to see any details.

After a moment I turned and walked the few steps in my stilettos to the spot she had stood and played with herself. On top of a package lay a small damp panty, a bright red lace thong, with the still moist vibrator leaning there as well. The thin material that would have been between her butt cheeks was without a label.

I picked up the small garment and the still humming toy and brought the panty to my nose.