Marla in control-2

Still fully naked Marla stepped back into the heels she’d been wearing and walked over to her jewelry box and grabbed an exquisite strand of pearls. She turned to the mirror as she walked to her closet and thought that she looked like every college boys wet dream. She selected what used to be her favorite “slutty” black dress that hugged her in all the right places and stepped into it. It fit just like it had all those years ago and she almost thought she looked better in it now that she had years ago. She reapplied her make up in the bathroom, even adding a little bit more than usual, trying to bring out her inner bad girl. With just a few minutes left Marla, headed back to the kitchen and poured another glass of wine. She sat on the couch and figured she might as well get started, flipping the remote to the second setting. High enough that she knew she could quickly get to orgasm when ready, but not so high that she’d lose control.

Her trance was broken by a pair of headlights in the driveway and a car door slamming shut. It was show time. She walked to the foyer and wondered could they have sent a hotter delivery driver? He was drop dead gorgeous.