my plans for giving myself to him – operation “open goal” [FM]

I work with a guy who I’m going to call John. He’s smart, funny, a little plump (or, “Cuddly” as I like to think of it) but most of all he’s the nicest, most wonderful person you’d ever meet. And for the last few years I’ve been constantly dreaming about fucking him every which way since Sunday. There’s nothing that gets me hotter than picturing him pinning me against a wall and filling me with his cock, or throwing me on the bed and taking me any way his mind happens to settle on.

The only problem is, he’s unbelievably shy. It’s not like he’s not got much to be confident about – everyone we both know agrees he’s the most wonderful person around – he just never seems to believe anyone could like him in *that* way. So, me being me, I decided instead of being boring as hell and just telling him what he means to me, I’d make a challenge of it – and see if I can get him to make the first move. It’s going to take some doing, but I’m going to throw everything I have at what I’m now calling “Operation Open Goal”.

Me and John meet up quite often, usually after work, and quite often it’s at my place in the city we both live in. That’s what’s happening tomorrow in fact – after work, we’ve got plans to come here, get a pizza, and watch a movie. And for the most part, that’s what’ll happen. Except with a few additional “extras”.

First, there’s what I’ll be wearing. I’m 33, about 5’6″, 34C cup, long black hair, and an OK body – not massively toned and fit, but by no means overweight (Pics may follow if I feel confident enough, or if this goes well!). So with all the above in mind, I’ve laid out already what I’ll be wearing tomorrow after work on my bed in front of me. Most of all, it’s a tight black push-up bra that gives the ladies a “fuck me” look – slightly undersized for me, but in the right dress, makes things look unbelievable. Over the top, I have an equally tight, extremely short, dark green dress (it’s my colour!). The top button of the front has mysteriously (ahem… intentionally) torn off, so when it’s on it’s nearly impossible to not show the slightest hint of the edge of my bra. When standing, it’s just long enough to come to the bottom of my ass – sitting, I’m stuck with either clamping my legs together, or giving an eyeful to whoever is watching…

And honestly, that’s it. You may have noticed there’s something missing from the above – but my intention is to go completely “commando” down below, with two surprises for John should his eyes venture down there. First, there’s my little jewelled plug. It’s metal, a little on the small size, but if I bend over while wearing it, you’d get a perfect view of a beautiful ruby-red gem nested between my cheeks. But that’s not all. Accompanying the plug is an (equally quite small) toy that is the key to the whole evening. It’s a small black pair of balls, connected by a tiny rope, like Ben-Wa balls… with a motor and battery inside. These are accompanied by a small rectangular black remote control with an LCD and a few control buttons. As I’m sure you’ve already imagined by now, the remote control triggers the balls to vibrate inside me. I’ve tried them a few times now – only ever at home – but with enough time, in the right mood, those little balls can take me over the edge and beyond.

With all that in place, the plan for the evening is this: John will arrive about 6pm, shortly after work. I’ll be wearing all of the above by then, and will have left the remote on the coffee table, right next to my TV and Cable box remotes. John will be asked to choose what movie we should watch while I order pizza – and if he happens to pick up the mysterious new remote, I’m not going to say a word. If he turns the vibrations up enough, he’ll not only be able to hear the vibrations (if he’s quiet), but I’ll not be able to hide what’s happening.

Alongside that, I’ve set the following rules for the evening:

1. My handbag is in the corner of the main room. My purse is at the bottom of my handbag. When it comes to paying for pizza, I am to bend over to give him a *full eyeful* of what I’m wearing in my ass, and make no effort to hide it.
2. I have a vibrator (a traditional one) in my medicine cabinet in the bathroom. The first time I use the bathroom, I am to use it for 5 minutes on my clit. The second time I use the bathroom, I am to use it for 10 minutes, and then leave it out on the side. The third time I use the bathroom, I am to use it to edge to just before climax. From that point onwards, if I need to use the bathroom any more, I am to do the same with the door open.
3. I am to leave my bedroom in a state of “intentional disarray”. There is to be a bottle of lube clearly on the side cabinet, ready to be used. I have two pairs of handcuffs, both of which are to be draped over the bedstead. My sexiest lingerie will be hanging “drying” in the window.

I’m reading back all the above, and realised just how slutty this makes me. And I love it. I can’t wait for tomorrow evening – in worst case scenario, I’ll have made myself cum like a maniac and satisfied my slutty side, at least a little. In the best case – I’ll be writing afterwards with the detail of how he (hopefully) fucked me to hell and back.

Wish me luck – and for now, I’m going to lay here on my bed, imagining the evening to come, and hope the batteries in my vibrator don’t run out before tomorrow…

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Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a2dl13/my_plans_for_giving_myself_to_him_operation_open