25-year old virgin has a secret admirer.
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Anna kicked off her shoes and put her laptop bag on the floor. As she squeezed her toes into the thick hallway carpet of her London townhouse she sighed with relief. That tube journey seemed to be getting longer and longer. She’d left the office at 6. 30 and it was now nearly 8, and she’d had to stand up most of the way. It was almost worth doing the car crawl every rush hour, just to be guaranteed a seat. She hung up her coat and placed her jacket over the back of a dining room chair. She went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. There was not much there, other than some stale cheese, a mouldy half eaten kebab and some ex-vegetables. Such was her life as a rising star in the advertising business that she seemed to spend every evening either wining and dining clients or jetting across Europe and the U. S.
She dialled the number of the Chinese takeaway across the street and ordered a chicken chow-mein. She went upstairs to the living room and turned on her computer and then she went upstairs again to her bedroom and changed into comfy sweatpants and an old t-shirt. She’d just finished cleaning the makeup off her face when the door rang and she ran down the two flights of stairs to find the teenage son of the takeaway owners there with a bag.
“I don’t have any cash on me,” she said apologetically to the boy. “Can you ask your parents to charge it to my usual card, along with a tip for yourself?”
The boy nodded and ran off again. Anna grabbed a fork from the kitchen and went back upstairs to the living room. Her tropical paradise desktop background was gleaming at her and she sat down in the chair. She tucked into the food as she waited for Outlook Express to open. She hadn’t been on her computer for 3 days and there were consequently 3 new email messages from him.
She didn’t know who he was, but he obviously knew who she was. It had been a month now that she’d received daily messages from someone who called himself “Your Secret Admirer”. His email address was a generic hotmail so she had no clue as to his identity. The first message had said that he’d seen her at Tesco and thought she was very pretty. It still didn’t explain how he got her email address.
She opened the latest three in order. The first one read: “My dearest Anna. I saw you last night as you were getting ready for bed. Your silhouette against the light curtains was the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen. It made me dream of you dressing up in satin for me.”
The next one continued: “Your house is dark and empty. You must be away. Your pink satin sheet are so inviting, I dream of us making love on them.”
The third one was the most explicit: “Today I bought you this bra and briefs. They’ll be delivered tomorrow. I want to caress them off your body when I take your virginity. Be my Valentine on Tuesday. Reply to this email with a yes.” She scrolled down to look at the attachment. It showed a woman with a satin bra and low cut briefs with a frill trim. They were coloured peach and cream and she knew that they would go very well with her pale skin.
She knew that she should be appalled that this stranger seemed to know her most intimate secrets. She knew that she should probably call the police to deal with this sick stalker. But she was intrigued. At the age of 25 she must be the oldest virgin in the world, and it was not by choice. At work she put up a front and played the brilliant young executive, but in private she was painfully shy. She’d been dreaming of having sex for so long now, but still she ended up with only her fingers for company. She could feel how wet her pussy was as she studied the picture of the woman who was modelling the underwear that she was about to get. Her nipples were hard as she hit the reply button. She typed in the three letters. Yes. She hit send quickly so that she wouldn’t have a chance to change her mind.
It didn’t take long for a reply to arrive. “My darling. I’m so happy that you’ve agreed to be my Valentine. Take Tuesday and Wednesday off work. On Tuesday you will receive some deliveries in the afternoon. One of the deliveries will contain brand new satin sheets. Make your bed with them. Another one will contain some erotic toys. Put them on your bedside table. A third one will contain bath oils. Leave them next to your tub. Wear the beautiful outfit that I’ve bought for you by 7 o’clock and unlock your door. Then go upstairs, turning all the lights off in the house and light the candles that came in the fourth parcel. Lie down on your new sheets and wait for me to come and make love to you. You need to take Wednesday off work because you will not get any sleep during Valentine’s night.”
Anna switched off her computer and went to bed. She undressed and inspected her body in the mirror. Her tits were firm and generously sized D-cups. She had a flat tummy and a perfectly waxed triangle of blonde hair crowning her pussy. She lay down on the bed and licked her fingers. Slowly she started teasing her clit and her dripping hole. She thought of Valentine’s Day and her date with her secret admirer. Just as she’d cum violently the phone rang. The voice on the other end was distorted.
“Hello darling,” he said. “You’re so beautiful when you bring yourself to a climax on your own. I can’t wait to see how you’ll look when it’s my fingers, my lips, my tongue, my cock that bring pleasure to your pussy. Sleep tight, my love.”
It didn’t come as a complete surprise to her to find out that the number of the caller had been withheld.
The next morning Anna went to work as usual. Shortly after lunchtime she heard all the secretaries giggling and then there was a knock on her door. One of the receptionists stood outside with a giant red balloon that read “My darling Valentine”, a bouquet of red roses and a delicately wrapped parcel with the name of a famous lingerie shop printed all over it. There was no doubt what was in there. Since Anna had just told her secretary, within earshot of half the office, that she was taking Valentine’s Day and the following day off, it was obvious to everybody what was going on. Anna the Ice Maiden had a secret boyfriend.
She was incredibly embarrassed and spent the rest of the day locked up in her office. Since it was Friday, everybody left as early as they could get away with and soon there was only Anna left. She finally plucked up the courage to open the parcel and found the beautiful lingerie from the picture last night, in the right size for her. She decided to take a taxi home.
When she got home she undressed in front of the mirror and tried out her new underwear. It was wonderful. It felt luxurious and decadent against her skin and the colour was perfect. The phone rang and it was the same distorted voice as the previous night.
“My darling,” he said. “I can’t wait for Tuesday, but I have to, and so do you. Take your nice new clothes off and don’t wear them again until I’m ready to fuck you.”
He hung up and Anna quickly stepped out of the underwear. Still naked, she looked around herself. How could he tell what she was doing? She couldn’t see any camera anywhere. The houses across the street were offices so they couldn’t see into her bedroom. She was baffled. She put on her dressing gown and went to the computer. There was an email from him.
“Darling, I’m sorry I was so short with you. But the outfit I bought is special and I want you to wear it on the night that you lose your virginity to me. You were so beautiful when you walked around naked. I wish you’d sleep naked tonight. Turn up the heating and sleep without a cover. For me. I love you.”
Anna did as she was told. She didn’t need much encouragement. Her secret Valentine had made her so horny that she struggled to think about anything than having sex. After pleasuring herself with her fingers she finally settled on her stomach, one leg slightly curled up, giving a great view of her pussy for the minute camera in her fire alarm to zoom in on. A couple of miles away a man typed in delivery instructions on various web sites where he’d ordered some Valentine’s Day gifts for Anna. He kept glancing at the screen where she was sleeping and he stroked his hard cock, knowing that it was only a matter of days until it was going to charge through her virginity and make her his.
On any normal Saturday Anna went jogging in the park and this was no different. She kept looking around, trying to figure out if any of the men she saw was her secret admirer, but she knew that she didn’t stand a chance of recognising him. When she returned home, there was a box leaning against her front door. She picked it up. It was red and shaped like a heart and there was a note attached to it.
“Go and have a long soak in the bath after your run. Eat these chocolates as you cover your delicious body with bubbles.”