The Anniversary Week - Wednesday - Sex Stories

The Anniversary Week - Wednesday

... not involved in it," she said with a knowing smile, "not until tomorrow. I'm just the messenger today." "What do you mean you're involved tomorrow?" I asked, my thoughts racing. She laughed. "I thought you'd catch that. It's not what you think, though it will be intimate for all of us. But don't tell Sierra I said anything, I just wanted to keep you guessing." "Great, more mysteries," I sighed. "So what's your message for today?" "Glad you asked!" Claire said, reaching down beside her and pulling up a bag. "You'll need all of these today." Taking the bag from her, I grunted at its weight. "What's in here? A bunch of rocks?" "Just your outfit for later." I set the bag down on the table and opened it up. Inside was a thick, white undershirt, a sturdy blue button-up jeans-shirt and a new pair of blue jeans. Underneath the clothes was a leather tool belt filled with tools. The belt wasn't mine, but the tools were. Completing the whole outfit was a nametag stitched into the shirt saying ERIC. "So... I'm a handyman?" "A plumber," Claire giggled. "That's her fantasy. While you find a way to get dressed, I'm going to go home and tell Sierra you're all ready then make myself scarce. A few minutes later, she's going to call you and pretend she doesn't know you. Then you'll arrive, park out front, and ring the doorbell." "Sounds easy enough," I said, trying not to laugh. A plumber scenario? That was Sierra's big fantasy? Boy had I gotten myself worked up over nothing- "Well that's part ...

... of it," Claire corrected. "She's going to have you fix the shower in the guest bathroom." "Really?" I said, startled. "Actually fixing something is a part of things?" "Yup." I rolled my eyes. Leave it to Sierra to mix work and play together. "Okay, is that it?" I asked. "Nope, there's a little more. She also wants to play a damsel in distress, so she's going to pretend to get hurt while swimming in your pool so you can ‘save’ her. "I can do that," I said, flexing my arms a little. "Oh, and she'll be using a Southern accent. She also wants you to use a British accent." "What? I can understand why she'd want to pretend to be Southern, but what's with the British accent?" Claire shrugged. "I dunno, she didn't say. But if you want my advice, don't laugh. It might be a corny fantasy, but it's something real to her and she's trusted you with it." I held up my hands in a placating manner saying, "Hey, no worries. I'm gonna get laid after all of this, so I've got motivation to play my part." "All right then, just thought I'd throw it out there." With that, Claire got up and began to walk toward the house. After a few steps she turned around and looked me up and down, slowly. "Until tomorrow, then! I'll be out tonight, don't worry about me." With a wink, she turned back around and left. "Bye!" I said slowly, thinking about what she'd said. Sierra wanted to have a cheesy role-play? That was downright... c***dish. No wonder she hadn't ever been clear about her fantasies! It was so out ...