ý2# EddB a EEA The Baroness Part III by Master Baron This is an encounter the Baroness dreamed about the night after her Master returned back to his home in NJ. There was a bank of candles on the mantle, and the aroma machine was programmed to emit sensuous odor of pure musk. My nostrils flared as I responded to the aphrodisiac scent. My lover would be home soon, and I could hardly wait. I fluffed up my blonde hair and examined my reflection in the full length mirror. It was a stimulating sight, if I do say so myself, I wore nothing except a slim-cut silk slip with spaghetti straps that glided over my sleek curves like a dream. My boobs shifted enticingly behind the silk as I moved to dab perfume behind my ears and knees. And then the telephone rang, sending all my romantic plans crashing down. "I'm sorry, Baroness but your Master is unable to return tonight and see you. The weather is being difficult. I'll be stuck in Pennsylvania for another night. You have permissin to play with yourself until I can get a flight out of here". Damn and double damn! I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt so frustrated. My pussy, which had been oozing out tiny dribbles of good feeling all day, started to get ansy. I didn't want to cheat on my lover, but I needed something and I needed it now! Trembling slightly, I pulled the slip over my head and stood naked in front of the full-length mirror. I looked as if I were burning. My boobs were firm and high, taut globes ready for action. My nipples were as hard as pencil points. There was a faint, flush across my chest that communicated my desire more clearly than words. I touched my collarbone to feel the heat coming off my skin, and then I touched my own nipple. And then I was stroking my boobs with both hands. Closing my eyes for a moment I concentrated on the tactile sensations. Fireworks flashed against the dark screen of my mind, telling me I was dangerously close to losing control. I opened my eyes and stumbled for the kitchen, as I suddenly remembered a zucchini with a fascinating shape. The firm, green vegetable that i selected was roughly the size and shape of my lover's dick. I rubbed some olive oil into the glossy peel to shine it up, my fingers simultaneously testing the firmness. It wasn't my lover's dick but it would do. And, honestly, there was something wickedly stimulating about the idea of fucking myself without any help. I turned toward the bedroom and then back. It's funny how women tend to be so much less imaginative about masturbating then they are about screwing. I'd planned on a living room encounter and a living room encounter I was determined to have. My bare skin tingles as I spread myself out on the dark, soft leather couch. The only light came from the dancing candles on the mantle, but I could smell pussy musk and French perfume, in addition to the magic odor coming from the aroma machine. Each time I inhaled I took another snort of concentrated sex. Mmmm, that was nice. I'd never had time to pay much attention to details like that when I was with my Master. I diddled the zucchini between my tits to warm it up. The vegetable wasn't the only thing that got warm. My boobs tingled from the kinky contact, especially when I started pulling the veggie in and out of my cleavage in a fucking motion. Shivers of pleasure radiated out from each of my nipples. Ooh, I was getting too hot to hold back. Kicking my legs wise so that one foot wound up propped up on the back of the couch and the other wound up planted firmly on the carpet. I slowly moved the zucchini down from my boobs to my pussy. And then I fucked myself, slowly at first, almost dreamily. I didn't intend to speed up my self-fucking motions, but somehow I was doing it. My hand blurred as I screwed myself faster and faster. My whole body seemed to kick like a wild pony when I spasmed into an orgasm so powerful that I almost blacked out.