Secret Invitation

Anna's head is heavy, her eyes shut, when a sound cuts through--dishes. Clanking. Sharp. She surfaces, rolling her shoulders. Turning over she groans, the sheets binding her, seeking Paloma's warmth.

She's drawn in by the sharp light from her computer screen, which is balanced perilously close to the edge of her bed. She drags it closer, squinting at it to focus. The clock reads 3:16. "Shit!" she thinks as she buries her head down into her pillow, watching Paloma's elbow circle in and out of the frame--washing dishes.

Still naked, Anna presses her thighs together. "Hi, mi amor! You kept watch over me," she calls out, her voice rough, her hand steadying the computer.

"Oh! Guapa! Good morning! So early for you!" Paloma comes over to the camera, her broad smile and bright eyes filling the screen.

Anna smiles. "Hmmmm," she says. "Thank you. Your smile is so nice to see. I tried to find you in my bed with me when I woke up. But no!" she says pouting, hugging her pillow.

"You're so cute!" Paloma exclaims, stroking the air in front of the camera like she's petting Dizzie.

Anna's neck tingles. "You're too awake!" Anna complains. "Why are you up anyway? Couldn't sleep?"

Paloma's eyes brighten. "It's already a beautiful day, nena. Soon 9:30! It will be very hot, I can feel it! And, I'm meeting Javier soon."

"You've had too much coffee, mi amor." Anna says, settling back into her pillow, her arm above her head.

"¡No! Not possible!" Paloma grins. "You need to go back to sleep, cielo. Close your gorgeous eyes and dream of me, while I endure the sun and Javier's company!" she teases.

"I can't," Anna whimpers. "I miss you! I want you right here. I want you to tease me until I can't resist your magic. I want the tent. Right here!" she says quietly.

"Oh, nena! My little one. I just want to gather you up in my robe and give you everything your heart desires. You know that! No?" Paloma says.

"Yeah, I do. Me too." Anna's voice small. "I like when you pamper me!" She pauses, sighing, "I need that."

"So if you won't sleep my silly one, what will you do?" Paloma asks.

Anna strokes the sheets and looks up at the ceiling. "Hmmmmm," she starts. "I will plan for the lawyers on Monday... make a plan for the Valencia project and for the Vancouver project..." She pauses, looking back at Paloma.

"Phew! Quite a list you have, nena!" Paloma interjects

Anna continues, "...avoid unpacking because I only want to get back on a plane to you... ignore anyone that calls, if they bother"! She props herself up on her elbow, shakes out her hair--then flops back down. "No, I'm going to daydream about making love with you... and touch myself, like you taught me! That's a much better plan!" she smiles "And, you can think about that while you're sipping wine with Javier! Say hi for me!" Anna teases, slowly rocking her hips.

"You are my favorite weasel!" Paloma squeals. "Very cuddly and cute, but then they bite!" she says, laughing.

"Hmmm, hmmm," Anna affirms.

"You know, hermosa sexy, my camp fire is always ready to light for you," Paloma says. "Just a little spark to make a bonfire, you know?"

"Oh! I don't want a bonfire! I want slow. I want all day. I want to feel every second, every living bit of you, everything that we have between us!" Anna whispers.

"This is what you bring me, cielo?!" with mock offence. "You're always so slow, so soft, so tender and intuitive!" she complains.

"You like it!" Anna chortles.

Paloma leans her head a little to the side, "I love it, nena. I need it. The most sensual things I've ever felt, I've only felt with you, mi amor."

Anna grins, "And you have shown me the crazy-making glory of the raunchiest, guapa!"

They both laugh. "Sí, it is true," Paloma exclaims gleefully. "Your sweet-and-tender meets my in-your-face!"

"You know I want you in my face!" Anna says, breathing deep. "New card!" she announces. "'Full-on'!"

"Very full-on, Anna," Paloma admits. "Hopelessly lost in you, mi amor!"

"The new Anna effect," Anna laughs. "So what are you going to do about it, eres hermosa? You so generously set the table... that vibrator, the plug" her voice drops lower. "We could mix it up--slow and raunchy remote." Her words come breathy now. "If you can fit me in before your tapas date." She lightly strokes her thighs under the sheets.

Paloma beams, "Let me take you to the patio, mi amor. You liked it so very much out there. No?" she smiles.

Her skin hums--hot, sudden. She thinks of their nights on the patio, of Paloma's hands, of how far they've come since that first time.

"I will close the computer now, so I don't drop it on the way. I'll call you right back. Okay?" she asks.

Anna nods crisply and imagines Paloma hopping out to the patio on her single leg, gripping the computer. And how that could go wrong if it were open. "Bring your things too, nena. I want us to try out your generous, very self-interested gifts," she teases.

The call goes dead and Anna sits up. Through the gap in the curtains, she catches a glimpse outside. It's pitch black, except for the streetlamps across the park. She shivers a little. The place feels dark, empty and cold. Fidgeting, she undoes her hair, and regathers it in a ponytail. Then she reaches for the fruit bowl where she put the remote vibrator, butt plug and lube Paloma had hidden in her luggage. "My sexy stow-aways," Anna chuckles to herself drawing it closer. Casting a look about, she thinks to herself, "Add to today's chores: Find a new place, ASAP. Preferably before Paloma comes to visit." Catching herself, she laughs out loud, "Add: Stop living life like it's a damn checklist!"

The lock screen on her phone glows. She sees that one of the messages is from David, sent at 11:08PM. "Christ!" Anna thinks. Picking up the slender butt plug, she kisses it with relish. "If he only knew!" she muses, noticing that she's irritated with him, but that's all. No desperation, no anger. Just determination to put him in the past. The shape of this silicone beginner's butt plug gives her pause. It's flexible yet firm in her grip. She recalls how that felt when Paloma helped her with it, when she was restrained and had to to let go into it the first time she'd ever tried. She feels her pulse rising and starts stroking it on one of her nipples, feeling how she can wake herself up. This brings her back to how that whole scene got started. It was Paloma's restraint dream, which she didn't get while Anna was there. "What's that like?" Anna wonders, "plugged, remote restraint?" She pauses, bring the plug to her tongue, wetting it sensually. "Let's find out!" she hears herself say.

She lifts her computer and flings the sheets off of herself, feeling herself brace in the cool air. She grabs the lube and turns on her side. Holding the slender probe in one hand she lubes it, wondering if she has enough as it runs down towards her fingers. She puts the lube back in the bowl and moves the plug to her other hand so she can bring it to her ass. She pauses to glance at it and she feels her tummy tighten at the thought of what she's about to do with it. She curls her legs up so her anus is exposed and uses one hand to pull her butt cheek up as she gentle finds her hole with the tip of the plug. The lube drips cold, but the moisture is doing its slippery job. She gently pulses the tip against her flesh, parting herself a little and then pulling it back again. Butterflies surge in her tummy from the strange sensations of penetrating herself this way.

She hears Paloma's voice telling her the first time, to relax in to it, to slowly take it in, allow it. She breaths deep, closes her eyes, and feels herself opening as she nudges it further in. It pinches. Her tummy contracts instantly and she groans. Her pulse rings in her ears. She starts a breathing pattern and concentrates to release her sphincter, surrendering her awareness to this stuffing thing. She cranes her neck as it pinches again, just before it pops all the way in, settling deep. Fixed. Immovable pressure. She's plugged.

She strokes her butt cheek tenderly and her palm smooths out the extra lube across her skin. She pulls at the flesh a little and feels the plug shift inside her--a small movement that radiates outward. She places a finger tip on the exposed end. She nudges it. Sensations rock through her, pressing on places that were dark moments before. She pushes. Pulls. Her nipples tighten and heat gathers low in her. She shifts her weight, pressing deeper, pushing it against her vagina. Her legs want to clench, her hips want to move. She lets them, rocking. She rubs her thighs together, feeling how it all converges--inside and outside, everything responding at once.

She's interrupted by the ringing sound of Paloma calling back. Exhilaration rushes though her at the sight of her face.

"Helloooo," Anna draws it out when she sees Paloma appear on the screen. She imagines the gorgeous warmth in the air around Paloma, and the sensations she felt in Paloma's arms. Impressions come rushing back: the hungry look in her eyes, the reveal of her sexy ink, exploring her stump with her hands and her sex, and the crazy-making scent of Paloma's raw period flow. But most of all: the instant she grasped Paloma's blood-stained finger and brought it up inside her own body, and felt it in every cell. There is no going back.

Paloma smiles widely, "You sound like a woman with a plan, mi amor."

Anna smiles, "Yep!" As she sits up, the plug tugs hard inside her and she bites her lip.

Paloma continues, "You know this song, 'That lady, lady, she's the man; I think she got a master plan... that lady, lady'," singing Olivia Dean's Lady Lady.

Anna gushes, "Yes! Constant replay in AMS waiting for my flight to Toronto. She's singing about me, cielo!"

"So?" Paloma's eyes widen with excitement, "I'm listening, I'm waiting, I'm excited, I'm wanting," she says invitingly. The camera is on the table beside the daybed and Anna has a good mid-body view of Paloma. She can see Paloma pulling down her top, starting to expose the ink on her breast, but not yet to the nipple.