Freshly sexed,

Anne accepts the challenge nervously

And waits for the knock at the door

Goose bumps

Tingling anticipation

She shivers, despite the room’s ambient warmth

Time slows to an agonising crawl

As she awaits the messenger’s arrival

Deep breaths fail to placate

Jangling nerves

Total exposure awaits

The unsuspecting

And as yet unknown messenger

Anne’s mind bombards her with questions

Futile attempts at knowing the future

And spoiling the unknown

A rap announces arrival

Of the message from reception

A glance at her husband

Seeking confirmation

A smile and nod suffices

He reclines regally in an armchair

Watching

Shaking legs carry Anne to the door

Her trembling hand grasps the catch

Turns and pulls

The initial sliver of light from the corridor

Widens as the door opens

Revealing 

Exposing

Confessing

A pretty face

Greeting her from the corridor

Wide-eyed and mouth open

Her planned greeting is stopped in its tracks

She stays silent

Forgets her original task

She can only stare 

And assess this moment

Surprise morphs into opportunity

A brief appraisal

Of the face in the armchair

Understanding

Leaning slowly across the threshold

Stopping inches from Anne’s neck

She drinks in the scent of sex

Inhaling deeply, eyes shut

Closed lips smiling…

Basking

Slowly… so slowly… she lowers herself

Her nose never more than an inch

From Anne's flesh

An extra deep inhalation

As she reaches nipples

Moist with pre-cum

Her face circles Anne’s breasts

Breathing in every curved inch

Now on her knees

Hands still by her side

Her eyes open

And inspect the pearly string

Dangling from Anne’s wet lips

Masculine and feminine scents

Assail her senses

Her tongue emerges

And gently steadies

The hanging, trembling essence 

Closing her mouth around the string

She sucks as if on a noodle

And rolls it around her tongue

Rising again, she smiles

Leans in again

Kisses Anne

And shares…

But only half

She wants Anne to watch

As she smiles with relish

And swallows

Anne stands rooted

Knees barely able to support her

As the messenger reaches under her

And draws two fingers between her soaking folds

Cleaning any residual essence

Drenched in Anne,

She brings them to her mouth

Holding Anne’s gaze

She slowly licks them clean

Finally stepping back

From her breathless Anne

She remembers her mission

Offering the envelope, she whispers,

“Message for you, Ma’am”