Sad Day

Even from here I can see that her face peering through the back window of the cab is streaked with tears, and for a moment, the cab slows. I half expect her to open the door, jump out and race back into our welcoming arms, but she doesn’t. Nor should she. 

I seize on the thought that perhaps the gods have intervened and the EV that is the taxi has broken down. Now she can’t leave. But no…it picks up speed again, turns the corner and proceeds unseen towards the wrought iron gates. A red light blinks by the front door informing us that the gates have swung open to allow Dani out of our lives. 

On top of that, it’s the New Year. Emily has to leave too! Her job requires her to undergo annual renewal of her training, which, in turn, means two weeks enforced absence. She hugs me, and steps out and gets into her car. I close the heavy oak door behind her and look miserably around the hallway. 

In my den, I leaf through the applications for housekeeper. All qualified….any ‘would do’, and I know we will never find another Dani. Worse still, we will have to curtail our out-of-bedroom activities. A flood of memories pours into my mind, and into my panties. I giggle. Tig once explained to me in graphic detail exactly why I get as wet as I do. She spoke of endocrine systems, and libido, and neurotransmitters, and other things that she understands as easily as you or I read a newspaper. 

Scores of incidents are racing through my mind, some graphic reliving of complex sexual situations, others innocent little flashes of Dani’s panties. I recall how innocent and virginal she could look without seemingly any effort whatsoever, yet at other times, she could be an utter whore, foul mouthed, and wanton. I recall watching The Lovely Chris burying his cock on her vagina, how it stretched around him, and that exquisite pleasure/pain expression on her face…..another flood. 

I recalled her peeing her panties that first time by the farmhouse pool. (Must get round to selling that place this year….or maybe I’ll rent it out.) how she squatted…intrigued by what she had seen me do, wanting to try it herself, yet unsure as she battled years of ingrained habit and training. And oh, that magical look when she managed to relax and let go. Her eyes widened in awe and wonder as the warmth and wetness spread, and the words that burst from her lips. “This is the most erotic thing I’ve ever done.” Well, Dani my sweet, the most erotic thing you’ve done so far, anyway! I remember how it led to….no…wait….i remember Miss Brain crying out for me to kneel in front of her and have her straddle me and pee on me, yet forcing the impulse down. Not yet, Anna….not yet. Too soon. Was it hours later, minutes, or weeks? I know I’d blurted it out that I loved being peed on, and how, with her typical openness, she had obliged. 

My hand snakes idly up my skirt…..good God in heaven….where has all this come from? (As if I don’t know!) I decide to relieve myself yet almost as soon as my hand moves to my waistband, Miss Brain slaps me across the face. “Not here, you fucking moron!” Of course not here! I get up, leave the house and walk across the courtyard to Dani’s bungalow. I inhale deeply. The place still smells of her…especially to me. Her bedroom is stripped bare and the bedding already washed and packed, but pure instinct leads me….and I go to her bedside drawer. There, tightly sealed in a vacuum bag is what I simply knew I’d find. I take a pair of freshly masturbated in panties and hold them to my face. There’s a note too. “Log in using my credentials….i know you know them. Then find your file.” I follow the instructions, and find a file full of videos. The first one shows me her masturbating in these panties. She uses her fingers, then pulled aside with a dildo in her, then with a butt plug, and finally, a gushing orgasm with a vibrator on her clit. She is talking to me throughout, describing her feeling and thoughts. 

I pull her panties on, having removed mine. Having her cum against my sex makes me dizzy. I lay on her bed and masturbate to oblivion.  Just as she says, “Fuck yourself, Anna. Fuck yourself like you fuck me.” My world shatters….

…and I don’t care if it ever reforms.