Free Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With a Delivery Man by Kay Jaybee Page B

to me in detail.’
    ‘John, where…?’
    ‘I’ll tell you one day. When I’m ready. I
did tell you I couldn’t do the whole relationship thing. That I was only about
sex. You said that was okay, that you could handle that.’
    ‘I can, but…’
    ‘I will come back Jenny, and you will do
the tasks. Yes?’
    ‘Yes.’
    She could hear the smile in his voice,
‘There’s a good dirty girl. I’ll be in touch.’
    He hung up, and Jenny’s home felt more
silent than it ever had, as a contradictory prickle of excitement, annoyance,
and apprehension hit Jenny’s veins. I
must be mad… What tasks…?

Tuesday
    Solo

 
 
    There had been
nothing. A week had gone by. No word had come from John, and no tasks had
arrived for her to do. It was almost one o’clock, and through habit alone,
Jenny’s body craved the crush of John’s torso against her own. Although she was
sitting at her desk, she knew that there was very little point in working while
she was so completely unfocused, so she tackled her Christmas shopping list
instead, but with little success. Do I
buy him a gift or not?
    When, at exactly one, her mobile went off,
Jenny was beyond relieved. The strain of waiting for him to contact her was
becoming too difficult to handle. Jenny hardly dared breathe as she picked up
the call.
    John sounded distant, as if he was speaking
without wanting to be overheard. ‘There will be two tasks; this is the first.
Don’t ask questions, just listen. I don’t have long. Go and put on the
miniskirt you wore that time you tied me up. Damn, I get stiff when I think about
that… and take off your knickers. You will be going commando. Then fetch your
vibrator. Put it in your handbag and walk to town. At two o’clock you will go into the Ladies’ cloakroom in Debenhams and
wank yourself off. Take some photos with your phone as proof, and then text
them to me.’
    ‘John, I can’t! People will hear the buzz.
They’ll know!’ Jenny’s protests faulted on her lips as she realized that the
sound of her lover had been replaced by the dead tone. He had already gone.
    Trying to quell the apprehension that was
rising within her, Jenny glanced at her watch. It was two minutes past one.
Town was a forty-five minute walk away. She didn’t move, her hand cradling the
mobile. You’re not really going to do
this… are you?
    Even as Jenny asked herself the question,
she could feel a flutter of sexual tension knot in her chest. It was time to
stop thinking too much, and time to start doing. John wants me to be his dirty girl, so as long as it’s turning me on as
well, why not do what he wants?
    Not allowing herself any time to change her
mind, Jenny ran upstairs, grabbed her vibe, stuffed it into her handbag, and
stripped off her jeans and knickers.
    Feeling strangely free as the air caressed
her pussy, Jenny began task number one. Striding into the crisp, early winter
air, Jenny could visualize John in her head. His hair spiked up, his arms bare
from the elbow, showing off the Japanese tattoos he had acquired on that
drunken evening over a decade ago. She wondered if he was still holding his
phone, waiting for her to show him her wet pussy, full of vibrator. She
wouldn’t have been surprised if he was already giving himself a good time at
the thought of what she was going to do for him; of the power he exerted over
her. She was sure he knew she’d do it. Somehow, without really noticing, she
had become his toy.
    It hadn’t occurred to Jenny as she’d
received her instructions that it was early November, and not only was she
liable to freeze her bare legs and backside, she was bound to draw attention to
herself by wearing such an unseasonal outfit. Jenny was very thankful that at
least her knee high boots were protecting the lower half of her legs, and her
denim jacket was comforting her arms.
    Self-conscious, Jenny tugged pointlessly at
her miniskirt. She shivered, not so much from the cold, but with a dark craving
for John as