Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Mid-Week Matinee: Clark's Artisan -Hummingbird, Brown

Ciao a tutti!

It's been a week since your last Midday-Mid-Week-Matinee; from the What's Her Fantasy? archives, a Sixty-Second Sexcapade which is sure to delight! And as always, I hope this gets you through the remainder of the week!


The following story is not for the faint of heart and is NOT intended for those under the age of 18! Consider yourself forewarned!

Director’s Cut


Every Thursday afternoon, the clinic where I work holds their weekly training.  No appointments for patients are scheduled at this time, thereby allowing the nurses and other staff to engage in continuing education classes, workshops and seminars that deal with advances in medicine or learning about new equipment that enable us to function more competently in our jobs.  When Training Day falls on the fifth Thursday of a month, my clinic has made it a practice to forgo training.  And after a potluck lunch, we are free to enjoy the afternoon as we please. 

James, my husband as well as a doctor at the clinic, and I have made it a practice to utilize these afternoons for a rendezvous, before we pick up the twins at six from the daycare.  Last Thursday, he finished seeing patients early and skipped out on the potluck to run some errands before our afternoon together.  I left the potluck around one and arrived home to find a gift wrapped box waiting for me in the bedroom. 

When I opened the box, I found black lingerie: a satin corset-type bustier with garters that laced up in the front, sheer thigh-hi stockings, a g-string thong and a pair of stilettos –the kind with the metallic heel, in my size. The note that accompanied my gift read: Action is the plan for the afternoon.  Auditions will be held in the media room.  Dress appropriately.

After donning my threads, I descended the two flights of stairs to the basement and proceeded to James’ media room.  As I approached the door, I could smell the incense burning –Egyptian Musk, and I could hear James favorite CD playing –Slow Jams 1970-1979.  The door was closed and from it hung a very professional looking sign: Closed Set.  Auditions being held for Porn Star Pictures’, James’ Giant Peach.  When I entered the room, I found James sitting in a director’s chair with our last name embroidered in white on the black fabric backrest.  The media room was converted into a mini film studio, complete with lights, camera and director’s sofa –a chaise lounge, that was the focus of the room. 

“Am I late for my audition?”  I inquired, looking at all the work he had put into the room –champagne cooling in a bucket of ice on the bar, a basket of fresh fruit near the lounge chair,

“No, baby –”  He rose from his chair, wearing a pair of black silk boxers and the matching full length robe, and greeted me at the door with a kiss and a glass of Chablis. “As a matter of fact, you are right on time for your audition –why don’t you have a seat on the chaise and we can get started.”  I follow his directions, as he set the lighting and resumed his seat in the chair behind the camera.

“I’ve never done anything like this before.”  I spoke, somewhat apprehensive about what he had in store.

“That’s all right darling –I talk you through everything we’re gonna do.”  He reassured as he turned on the camera.  “The first thing I want you to do is relax –”   I sat back on the chair and raised my legs, extending them the full length of the seat, so that the heels of my shoes hung off of the edge.  “Nice.  The next thing I want you to do is to let down your hair –you’re very beautiful –you should consider wearing your hair down more often.”  He coached, and I complied, running my fingers through the length of hair.

“Before we begin the audition, I would just like to interview you –get a feel for you so to speak –find out your inhibitions or lack thereof.”  I felt myself blush, to see my husband in such a role, but played along. “Now, you said that you have never done anything like this before –tell me, have you ever taken your clothes off in a public setting?  Strip maybe?”

I hesitated momentarily then answered truthfully.  “Once –when I was in college.”

“Go on –” I could discern intrigue in his voice so I continued.

“On a spring break trip my senior year –some friends of mine and I spent the week at Daytona Beach.  One night at the club they had a wet t-shirt contest –I probably had a little more to drink than I should have, but I got up stage anyway and let them soak me with the water –I ended up winning.”  I ended proudly.

“Does drinking lower your inhibitions?”

I smiled coyly, took a swig of my drink and answered, “Yes.”  I finished the drink and lowered glass to the small table he had positioned adjacent to the chaise.  James rose from his chair and walked to the bar.  After lifting out the bottle of champagne from the bucket of ice, he turned around and approached me.  I handed him the empty glass and watched as he refilled it.  I took a sip from the full glass then placed it back on the table.  James returned to his seat and the interview continued.

“Anything else happen after that?”  James coaxed.

“Yes –the guys in the club chanted for me to flash them –and I did.”

“I bet you have nice tits.”  James voice dropped an octave and sounded the way it had when he approached me that same night in the club and introduced himself. “It’s a little warm in here –why don’t you unlace your outfit and show me just how beautiful those breasts are.”  He sat back from the camera to get a better look at me as I untied the bow and slowly pulled out the satin ribbon that had held the corset together.  The shoulder straps slacked, falling over the crest of my arms, and I opened the front of the garment like a pair of double doors welcoming him in for the show.

“Hmmm, they’re beautiful!”  I could see him lick his lips before he moved back behind the camera.  “Why don’t you rub them –” I held them each in a hand and moved them outward then back in until they were pressed up against one another. “And play with the nipples.” He added. Using my index fingers, I spread them taut, and then let them go to resume their natural shape.

“There’s a cooler on the far side of the chaise –” I looked over to see the small Coleman, which had completely escaped my view earlier.  “Inside, you’ll find a can of whipped cream –along with some other things –why don’t you take out the can, and have a little fun with the cream.”

Reaching over to the cooler, I opened it and saw the can of Redi Whip nestled among a pile of ice cubes. Carefully pulling out the dessert topping, I popped the cap and removed the safety seal and shook the can.  I decided to tease James a little, before doing what I knew he wanted to see.  I sprayed the whipped cream onto the tip of my finger and using just the tip of my tongue, licked it off.  I then sprayed out more, but instead of covering just the tip, I spread the cream the length of my finger before inserting it entirely in my mouth.  I pulled it out slowly, without fully removing it, and plunged it into my mouth again. 
          Taking the wet finger, I traced a path to my...
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Stella Notte

Day 243: Wednesday August 29th 2012
Designer: Clark's Artisan
Name: Hummingbird
Color: Brown
Style: Platform Wedge Slide
Heel: 3 inches (7.62 cm)
Platform: 0.75 inches (1.91 cm)
Material: Leather Upper with flower detail and cork wedge and platform

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