Dawn's Diary Chapter 4

We've exchanged email regularly, but I haven't seen Sam for more than a month. She called last night and said that she had worked her last shift at the bar. She is moving out of her apartment this morning and will be on her way. She assured me that her dildo was safely packed in her purse so that it would be readily available when she gets here. I've been saving my cum in a glass in the refrigerator. It's almost half full.

I took special care when shaving this morning and put on the red lingerie that Sam gave me that last time I saw her. Then I pulled on a pair of jeans and a light work shirt so that I can help Sam unpack her car. God, I hope none of the neighbors drop by when I am outside. The buttons on the front of my shirt are almost ready to burst under the pressure of my size D breasts and, despite the confinement of the thong panties, my hard cock is straining against the front of my jeans.

The doorbell rang at a little after 2:00 p.m. I was in the bedroom making room in the closet for Sam's clothes and hadn't heard a car in the driveway. The doorbell startled me and my first thought that it was a neighbor who had walked over for some reason. Here I was with the front of my shirt bulging because of my fake breasts and the front of my jeans bulging because of my perpetual hard on. I quietly went to the front door and peered through the peephole. It was Sam.

I flung open the door and Sam lept into my arms, her purse dropping to the ground. We embraced, holding each other tightly and exchanged deep kisses. Finally, Sam broke free, picked up her purse, and said, "Let's go inside."

I had barely closed the door when Sam wrapped her arms around my waist and backed me up against the wall. She tugged my shirt free of my pants and slid her hand down the small of my back to the waistband of my panties. I felt the pull of the narrow band of nylon between my ass cheeks as she gave my panties a small tug. Breaking our kiss, Sam smiled, "Nice."