Free The Billionaire's Toy by Kendall Cox

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    T he
incessant ringing of the alarm clock dragged Andrea from out of her dream
filled sleep. She reluctantly opened her eyes as the last vestiges of the dream
slowly faded into nothing. She wanted to pull it back to the forefront of her
memory. It was such a strange dream. But one that she has been having almost
non-stop for the last couple of days.
    She
remembered the tall dark and swarthy stranger; his compelling eyes that left
her mesmerized. He had arms that rippled with muscles born from hard labor. She
imagined smelling the sweat that poured out of his body as they made love in
wild abandon. The dream was so real in her mind that it left her feeling
exhausted when she had to face the morning light.
    Andrea
let out a sigh. She had to get hold of herself if she was to make it through
today. This was going to be one of those days when her boss will have her
running all around town trying to accomplish all the tasks assigned to her.
    Entering
the bathroom and pulling the towel that was hanging by the rack near the door,
Andrea adjusted the knobs on the shower stall. Soon, warm clean water was
dripping down her smooth and pliant body. Grabbing the shampoo bottle, Andrea
poured some on her palms and started rubbing it all over her hair. Next she
grabbed hold of the soap and started to massage suds from her neck to her
shoulders. The soap felt glorious as it slid past her breast, sending a
tingling sensation to her nipples.
    Andrea
rubbed her thumbs around her rosy nipples and felt the sensation all the way
down to her groin. She realized she was still feeling so aroused from her hazy
dream earlier. She allowed her hand to travel down her navel. She continued on
stroking her pubic hair, and then, parting the lips of her vagina, she searched
for her clitoris. The mixture of soap and her own desire made her so sensitive
that she moaned as she stroked her clitoris repeatedly. She felt her clit grow
and protrude in her hands. Andrea took a seat on the rim of the stall. She
needed to get her legs wide open. She arched her back to give her hand more
access to her pleasure zone. Andrea realized that she is about to come as she
stroked herself vigorously. She needed this release so badly.
    Soon the
overwhelming feeling was too much for her to handle and she gave in to a
powerful orgasm that racked her entire body and left her limp and drained as
she clung tightly to the wall of the shower stall. Very slowly she allowed her
breathing to become normal once again as the water washed away all traces of
her self-pleasure.
    She
glanced at the clock on her way out of the bathroom. “Damn,” she muttered. She
needed to make haste if she was to catch the 8:00 A.M. bus to work.
    Hurriedly
she drew out from her closet her best black pencil slim skirt. It should go
well with her silk white blouse, the one that gave barely a hint of the sheer
bra that she will be wearing. Opening a smaller drawer, she spotted her Donna
Karan black sheer stockings. That and her 3-inch Manolo Blahnik shoes should
complete her business outfit for today, she thought.
    Moving
towards her bed, she lifted her leg and pointed her toes to put on the
stockings. Carefully so as not to snag the delicate fabric, she rolled it up
her thighs. It ended just below her pubic area where she gave it a snap.
    Doing the
same thing with her other leg, she realized just how sensuous she felt with
these stockings clinging onto her legs and thighs. Andrea then slipped on her
Blahniks. She was quite lucky to find them at a year end sale. The shoes made
her legs look long and slim, sexier even. Her butt cheeks jutted out in just
the right way.
    Picking
up her lace panties, Andrea pulled it on followed by the sheer bra. She stared
at her image in the full length mirror and gave a grunt of approval. She looked
very sexy half naked this way.
    Andrea tried
to remember the dream she had been having. Every night as soon as she fell
asleep, this dark stranger came and made wild passionate sex