It's Time

Finally, the weekend comes around and late at night, Natalie sends me the text I've been dying to read:

'we're 10 minutes from home u ready?'

I snap a photo of myself in her mirror. 'Yes'

'good c u soon'

Ten minutes of waiting is ten more minutes of wondering about what's about to happen. Ten minutes of longing for the threesome that's been on my mind the entire week. Looking into the mirror, I apply the dark cherry lipstick to my lips, the 'cherry' on top of my outfit, which includes the hood, teddy, and collar Natalie had bought, plus thigh-high stockings and black heels.

With a few minutes to kill, I do the only thing I can think of. The one itch I crave to scratch. Sitting on the toilet, I rub my slit. Every movement I make pushes me closer to the edge, but I have no intention of falling off of it. No, I merely want to be as aroused as possible. To be **** when I finally meet Mr. Tsu, and ready for anything he may throw at me.

I spend the next few minutes toying on the edge of orgasmic bliss. I try to picture Mr. Tsu, and what exactly he might do to me. I'd been fantasizing about this moment for a week, and I still had no exact answers. Only guess after guess of what these two might want with me. I'll finally receive the answer tonight, and to be honest, it'll have a tough time living up to what my mind's conjured up.

That's when the door opens. There, I see Natalie, wearing a figure-hugging red dress. My hand instantly darts away from my pussy, like I've been caught doing something I shouldn't. Natalie only smiles, before saying "It's time."