It's been several long, grueling, frustrating months since I've been able to let Jessica out to play. The single biggest down side to "working from home" is having all your feminine attire "at work" under lock and key. OH! and the absolute lack of any sort of privacy sure doesn't help either. Needless to say I've been so pent up and getting more and more frustrated by the day.

Daddy had been super nice and patient with me for a long time. Knowing the situation with all my clothes and situation. During one of our chats he told me that I could pick something out and he'd get it for me. I've never had anyone do this for me and I was awful hesitant to accept. But after multiple reassurances and back and forth I caved (though in hindsight I'm not sure I really put up much of a fight). A little while later I found something that caught my eye and just called out to me. So I sent the link to him and said "that one". Daddy agreed and later that afternoon I got an order status email. My heart just about jumped out of my chest and I felt a rush of joy, and an even bigger rush in my now wet shorts.

Days passed and I'd been watching the tracking updates like a hawk. A very horny and desperate hawk. The latest update said delivery was expected on Monday. Which I have to admit sucked because Monday was an absolute horrible day for it to arrive. Work was busy and there wasn't a private moment in sight. So it'd have to wait in the mail box for a day, taunting me every moment that passed. As you can imagine, I was anxiously anticipating getting to the mailbox to get my gift. Tuesday morning came and with it a very chaotic morning of work necessities. It would seem that luck was not on my side that morning.

I finally caught a break early in the afternoon, jumped in the truck and headed to check the mail. The amount of thoughts in my head were multiplying the closer I got. It took almot 40 minutes to get there, so I had plenty of time for those thoughts to get very naughty.

I pulled up and rushed inside. Grabbed the "you've got a package" notice and proceeded to the counter. Tapping my foot as the gentleman searched for it. Couldn't he tell I was in a hurry? He finally found it in one of the bins, and came back with a black plastic mailer with "Victoria Secret" clearly visible on the side. A quick glance at it then a smile at him as I signed for it. I took the package and headed out the door. I should have looked back to see his face seeing I had signed for it as Jessica and not the name on the mailbox. But I had much more important matters to get to.

As soon as I got to the car, I ripped open the package and saw it for the first time in person. It was just as I'd pictured it from seeing it online. I won't lie, the packaging could have been a bit nicer (way to skimp VS). But the lingerie inside the bag was absolutely lovely. Taking it out of the bag, I held it up to me and had to fight some very strong urges to slip it on right then and there. I had a couple more stops to make so had to hold off for just a little longer. At least it was in my hands now.

Fast forward (and skipping all the mundane chores that occurred in between), and I pull up to the house. I grab my new lingerie and rush inside. There's not much time alone for me, but I'm going to make every single bit of it count. I started stripping off my clothes the second I stepped through the door. By the time I reached the end of the hallway I was naked; a line of clothes littering the floor. I closed the bedroom door, took a deep breath and slowly pulled on my new Victoria Secret cami top and bottoms. I could feel every single touch of the satin and lace as it touched my skin and slid into place. I was running my hands over the satin feeling it against my skin; I found my happy place once again. I traced the edges of the lace around the top and took random glances at myself in the mirror. Damn it had been way too long since I felt this sexy.


There was only one thing left to do. I composed myself (or at least tried as much as I could at that point) and proceeded to the computer in the office. I hopped online and went looking for that special someone. Smiling bigger than I had in a while, I sent a quick message and beckoned him to a video chat. I couldn't wait to show him so I fired up the camera and presented myself to him. I absolutely loved feeling like a virtual present - all wrapped up and sexy for him. I spun around a couple of times, ran my hands up and down my pretty lingerie, and did a few curtsies. I asked him what you thought? Did he like it? Was he happy? Yes, I was fishing for compliments... what's a girl supposed to do.

I could tell he loved the outfit on me just as much as I did. I proceeded to do as he instructed. A few more spins and bending over at the waist so he could see my breasts. Then a few more so he could get a nice long look at my satin covered ass. My heart was racing and I was breathing heavy and all that just from standing up and showing off for him.


He proceeded to escalate things a bit. Telling me to run my fingers over the lace, and pinch my already hard nipples. I was moaning so loud I could probably be heard outside my window. Not that I cared of course. I proceeded to entertain him and do as he instructed for the next hour. Oh the things I did for him... (spanked myself, showed my ass, pinched myself, licked the precum off my fingers, and more). My little cock was dripping the entire time. I didn't get hard and I didn't cum which was perfectly fine as I was there showing off for him. It wasn't about me, it was about him and for him. When we were done I felt exhausted and out of breath. I couldn't help but think how much better it could have been if we were physically near each other. But I'll definitely take what I can get, and what I got was a few special hours of Jessica time, a gorgeous cami set, and at least a little bit of the edge knocked off of my pent up horniness.

Here's to hoping... and desiring what comes next.

xoxoxox
Jessica