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By *imonT OP Man
over a year ago

hayes

Up until you drove over that last hill you hadn't been able to stop thinking about the instructions he'd e-mailed and what on earth he'd meant with his comment about boxes. As soon as you crested the ridge, though, you could see the holiday park spread out

As it's a fantasy, everything has been prepared well in advance. You'd arrived at the spa resort on the Welsh coast in the middle of the long summer afternoon, checked into your lodge and put away the contents of your small wheeled suitcase. At about four o'clock, you took a very long shower before changing into your long black boots and clingy but stretchy long black dress. Underneath you wore matching black lace.

When you finish dressing you look yourself over in the mirror. Pleased with the effect, you move towards the door - at which point you see a box with a card on top.

You open the card. It says "Open the box and eat the contents." Intrigued, you open the box and look inside. It's a box of a dozen Swiss chocolates.....

"Weird" you think but what the hell...You sit down on the edge of the bed, admiring the view out of the window towards the sea and polishing off the whole box in about a quarter of an hour.

As you reach the bottom of the box you find another card saying "Well done on completing your task. It pleases me. Besides - you'll need to keep your strength up."

The message makes you smile, glow a little and there are some faint stirrings within you....

Once again you move towards the door, more quickly this time as you're now quite keen to get to the room you'd been told to go to. You sigh, frustratedly, when you almost trip over another box that must have been pushed through the letter box while you were enjoying the chocolates.

Puzzled that they could have been delivered so quietly, though, you get over your frustration and become curious, quickly picking up the package and turning over the card.

"Drink me!"

The package has your complete attention as you unwrap it to find.......a half bottle of champagne and a single flute glass. The bottle is still chilled to the touch.

You laugh aloud as you put the glass down and peel off the foil from the top of the bottle....your mind beginning to wander as your lithe fingers grasp the top of the bottle and twist the cork...

Oh well you think - obviously no point in rushing - may as well enjoy it....You gradually sip the champagne, still admiring the view over the sea as the sun begins to set. The orange glow fast turning to twilight.

At least that'll make it feel a little more private when I have to walk across the holiday campus you think.....eyes keep flicking to the door to make sure no further packages arrive.

At the bottom of the box. Another note with a small map. "Come to lodge 3A. Be there at 6pm. When you arrive, knock three times on the door and go in. The door will be unlocked."

You pore over the map working out where 3A is.....and then move towards the door.....

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This is my first attempt at writing. Feedback on a postcard please

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By *lumbercoupleCouple
over a year ago

Vera Playa

Great keep going

Although the I'd be sick and d*unk by now lol x

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By *imonT OP Man
over a year ago

hayes

...of course you might have known there'd be another package as soon as you were distracted by the map. But this time it was just a simple bottle of perfume with a card attached to the front.

Looks expensive you think, turning over the card. "Wear me! Then enjoy the walk to 3A" You smile...

You glance quickly out of the window...keen to be on your way.....As it's now quite late twilight you say to yourself under your breath...'ah fuck it' In one quick motion, you pull the black dress off over your head leaving yourself in the boots and black lace lingerie.

You think a moment then giving a wicked smile, spray the perfume in a cloud in the air which you walk into. You stand immobile for a moment until the cloud of perfume has settled on and around you, listening to the quiet and the distant sound of the surf.

Lights start to come on across the campus. You jump, grab the dress and pull it back on over your head and go through the front door.....pleased to escape before another package arrives.

You walk slowly across the campus...listening to the sound of the sea and enjoy the warm night air. As it's almost dark you feel well hidden as you follow the map around some of the other lodges, past the big central building and disappear between lodges on the other side of the campus, following the footpath almost to the end.

As you walk there are more and more trees enclosing each individual lodge. You miss the way a couple of times...."guess the half bottle of champagne must be kicking in...." you think "It certainly relaxed my pre-meet nerves"

You walk down the final length of path to a lodge set back from the rest and gaze up at the solid oak door. "3A" You take a deep breath, knock and enter.

You look around the room.....There is a large four poster bed in the middle of the wall to your right. Opposite there are windows looking out onto lightly wooded clifftops and out toward the sea. On the other wall, a fire burns and a door leads off to what must be the rest of the lodge.

At the foot of the bed is a round table with two boxes. "Grrr" you think, your heels clicking on the floor as you walk over to them.

The instant you're standing next to the table you hear a low, warm, masculine voice over some sort of speaker system.

"Not yet - go over and stand in front of the fire" You do, looking curiously back at the boxes....

You stand in front of the fire and look at yourself in the mirror above it. There is a pause.

"Take your dress off"

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By *imonT OP Man
over a year ago

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You freeze....looking deep into the flames of the fire, feeling its warmth take the chill of the night off and warm you through the dress....every inch of whose fabric you can now feel over your recently showered body.....

Transfixed by the fire and the glow of the champagne which has now well and truly kicked in you stand immobile.

You reach down to the hem of your dress and pull upwards, squirming out of the clingy black fabric in one smooth movement before tossing the dress onto a chair by the window.

Very quietly you hear what sounds like an intake of breath over the speakers. You stand in front of the fire, gazing into the mirror, feeling your nipples begin to tingle.

Finally you hear a pleased 'mmmmmm' - almost like purring......

After what seems like an age, with you standing there immobile you hear the voice again. "Remove the bra."

A slow smile spreads across your lips as you reach behind you, unhook and slowly pull the bra across your chest....savouring the rough feel of the lace stimulating your nipples before you toss it across on top of the dress.

You look into your own eyes in the mirror....the ghost of an anticipatory smile on your face. You stand, nipples tingling in the air which is just cool enough to be interesting......

The front of your black leather boots is beginning to get a little warm....and you can feel the warmth of the flames through your black lace knickers.......

You stand, listening to the waves in the distance.

At last the voice breaks the silence. "Now the knickers"

You look into the mirror and watch your smile spread across your face before running your tongue around your lips.....light purple lipgloss really does co-ordinate with your hair you think.

You think for a moment, tongue poking out of the corner of your mouth and eyebrow giving you a pensive look.

In one the full smile returns to your face, you spin around on the heels of your boots, plant your feet shoulder width apart, hook your thumbs into either side of your knickers and bend over slowly, dragging your knickers down as you do so. As the black lace slides down past your knees you are gazing through your legs and into the flames of the fire.....feeling the heat warm your creamy buttocks. You think about the owner of the voice....watching you....

Wickedly you gyrate your arse as you step out of the knickers and throw them across to land with your dress and bar on top of the chair. You straighten up and kneed the cheeks of your bum to remove the lines where your knickers have been.

You stand in front of the fire, naked apart from the heeled boots that come just over your knees and tilt your hip to one side...stretching.....and realising that there is another mirror opposite you at the head of the bed. You can see not only how your breasts lift as your arms stretch above your head, but also the curve of your spine and buttocks reflected in the mirror above the fireplace....."hmmmmm" you murmur.

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