Didn't Have to Ask, Part 2

Didn't Have to Ask:
Part II:

The following Thursday arrived and Amy was giddy with anticipation. UPS
normally came through their neighborhood by noon, so she tried to keep busy by
picking up the house. At 12:15, the urge to go to the bathroom filled her so
she relieved the growing pressure in her bladder. 

As she sat, the doorbell rang. 

"Shit!" she shouted and jumped up, nearly tripping. A second ring came as she
pulled up her sweats. She rushed out the bedroom and towards the front door.
She pulled it open to see the deliveryman hopping into his brown truck.

"Wait!" she yelled and ran out on the driveway, waving her arms.

The deliveryman put the truck back in park and swung out the truck once again.
He held out his electronic clip board. "Sign here"

Amy quickly scribbled her signature on the rubber pad. The driver handed two
packages to her. "Have a nice day," he offered, but she was already on her way
to the front door, nearly running.

Amy flushed the toilet and stood, and quickly went to the packages strewn
across the bed. She'd thrown them there as she rushed to the bathroom, nearly
wetting herself as she scrambled into the house.  She sighed now and hopped on
the bed and began ripping the packages apart.

The lingerie was simply stunning. It was a see through purple top split down
the middle. Crossing the front were five light metal chains. It was sinfully
lovely. She tossed it aside and hurriedly opened the next package.

Inside the box, amongst the packing material was the "Adult Beginners Love
Kit". Neatly packaged in a cardboard box with a clear window front were her
new toys. There were two gold colored vibrators: one 7" by 1", the second was
5" by 1/2", both with variable speed bases. A small bottle of Astro Glide lube
sat neatly next to a string of beads. A smallish butt plug attached to a
remote control vibrator and a video titled "Nina Hartley's Enjoying Sex Toys"
rounded out the package.

Amy dripped with sexual excitement and she fought the urge to rip open the
packages and please herself. Instead, she grabbed the cordless phone, a phone
book, and headed to the garage. She pushed the button, allowing the door to
rise two feet, then pushed the button again to stop it. A slight breeze filled
the garage.

Amy walked over to a pile in the corner, rummaged for a second and retrieved
the pack of cigarettes and lighter that Tanya had given her previously. She
flipped back the lid of the box and saw that 8 remained. She had been smoking
2 a day, one in the morning after Jim left and one in the early afternoon.
This was her third of the morning.

She sat on the stairs of the garage and lit the cigarette dangling from her
lips. She drew deeply and inhaled the sweet smoke, allowing the nicotine to
coarse through her body. She exhaled and began flipping through the phone book
yellow pages.  She dialed the number and drew once more before flicking the
growing ash to the floor of the garage. She exhaled lazily, enjoying every
ounce of the cigarette.

"Preston Hotel, how can I help you?" the voice on the other end answered.

"Hi, Im wondering if one of your hot tub suites is available for tomorrow
night?" Amy asked, and then drew from the cigarette once again. 

"I'll check for you, just a moment."

Amy exhaled loudly into the receiver as she waited.

"Smoking or Non?"

"Smoking please," Amy replied smiling.

"Anything else?" the clerk asked.

"Do any of your rooms have VCR's?"

"We could have one in the room for you. Anything else?"

"No, that's perfect. The name is Jenkins, Amy Jenkins." Amy replied and smiled
as she brought the shrinking cigarette to her lips once more, savoring the
sensations.

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