Erin Explores Ch 01: The Gift Card

Erin woke with a start as the wind billowed the heavy drape curtains through the open bedroom window, catching the curtains on the chair and leaving sunlight to spill directly on her face and torso. A rattle came from downstairs as the postman delivered the mail, startling her, and she grabbed her blackberry from the side table where it lay, face down. Hitting the central button with her thumb, she woke it up and looked at the time, then dropped the phone back on the table, and lay back, shutting her eyes against the brilliance of the sun. It was a Monday morning in August, the day after her fifty-second birthday, and there was absolutely no reason why she had to get up and start her day. After all, her divorce had made her independently wealthy, she had no appointments today, and she had only come back from her birthday party at two in the morning. After a few minutes lying in bed, enjoying the feeling of the sun warming her face and neck, guilt about sleeping in and the curiosity about the mail that was lying on the floor downstairs drove her to get out of bed. Erin grabbed the sheets with her left hand and threw them back, then sat up, her legs dangling off the right side of the bed, facing the window, the sun and the day ahead. Standing up, she moved over to the window and opened the curtains, then turned to survey the room. Her clothes from the night before were strewn on the floor where she had left them when getting changed for bed, her dress near the bedroom door over her heels, her bra lying on the top of the dresser, panties over the edge of the laundry basket in the closet where she had thrown them before going into bed. Erin walked across the room to the door, and headed down the hall, and down the stairs, through the kitchen to the front of the house. The solid door was closed, and on the ground in front of it lay a collection of letters, Even from ten feet away, the white and beige envelopes showed that most of them were bills. But she could see right at the very bottom, the corner of a hot pink envelope mostly hidden by the other mail, and a smile spread across her face. She grabbed the letter, and saw that it was from Alison, her best friend and confidante who lived in Vancouver, and tucked it in her pocked to read after breakfast. After breakfast was done, and all the dishes kızılay escort tidied away, and after a long and soothing shower, Erin sat naked on her bed, wrapped in a towel and reached for the letter. Erin rolled over onto her stomach, and hung her arms over the end of the bed, as she read the letter. “Dear Darlin’ Girl” it began. Dear Darlin’ Girl, first of all, the Happiest of Birthdays! I wish I could be there to celebrate this with you, I miss you horribly and talking with you on the phone once a week just doesn’t count as time together. Now I know that I’ve timed this to come the day after your birthday (and I know we talked yesterday.. and this is a separate surprise and birthday present for you). I decided it was time for a pep-talk, and since I can’t give it to you in person, then a letter will be the most persuasive way to do it. Erin, you are 52 years young, and have so much time ahead of you, and I can’t let you waste one more minute of it. For the last thirty years, and especially since that damned cancer, you have lead an entirely almost sexless life. It wasn’t your fault, if that idiot Jeremy had an ounce of sex drive to him, or of sense, well you know what he was like. But you have had six months since your divorce, and from what I can tell you’ve not taken the chance to experiment, to live, to have some sexy fun. Now I know you very well, and I know that you’re not going to go out and do this by yourself. So I’ve gone ahead and purchased a gift card in your name at Steamy. I expect you to go, and take advantage. If you haven’t gone by the time we have our next phone call, then I’ll be extremely disappointed. There is a whole side of yourself that you’ve never had a chance to explore, and I’m not going to let you get away without enjoying that side of yourself. When you go in, tell them that you’re Erin, Alison’s friend, and they will understand what is going on. I look forward to hearing about what you purchased while you are there! Lots of love (and much more affection) Allison Erin laid the letter on the duvet, and rolled on to her back, feet hanging off the end of the bed. This letter was not out of the blue, and Allison’s disapproval of Erin’s inability to explore her sexual side has been a constant criticism kolej escort of the marriage since they had met when their children went to the same preschool. Allison was a very confidant person, especially of her sexuality, and Erin had lived vicariously through her stories the entire time they had known each other. Erin had heard about everything from buying sex toys, to watching porn and reading erotic stories, and even Allison’s experiments with group sex, but all her attempts to bring that curiosity into her own life had been quickly shut down by Jeremy. Although they had had sex about once a month after the kids were born, when the cancer had struck Jeremy had totally lost interest in her, and they had not had sex since she had begun chemotherapy treatments. Jeremy hadn’t even been interested in her breast reconstruction surgery. Jeremy’s inability to be sexually interested had led her own sex drive to plummet, so while she had listened to Allison’s stories of masturbation and fantasies with curiosity, she had remained unable to even create the drive to masturbate more often than once every couple of months, while before the cancer she had at least masturbated once a week. Erin stood, walked into the bathroom, hung the towel up on the rack then looked at herself objectively in the mirror. Allison was right, she was a very attractive woman. Standing at five foot six, she wasn’t overly tall, which gave her a nice curvy appearance that she theoretically knew that was attractive. She raised both her hands, cupped her breasts, pushing them up and together. She had spent a lot of money trying to get the most realistic breast construction she could, so while her C cup breasts were starting droop a little, they felt wonderful. It had been a long time since Erin had taken her breasts in her hands without doing a check for lumps, and brushing the tips of her thumbs across her nipples made her bite her lip without thinking about it. Watching herself in the mirror, she cradled her breasts in her left arm taking the nipple of her right between her finger and thumb, and slowly trailed her right hand down her torso, the tips of her fingers lightly grazing over her stomach. As she moved slowly the tip of one of her fingers to her clit, she paused, maltepe escort smiled, and then headed out of the bathroom, her mind made up. ** After lunch at her favourite sushi restaurant on Yonge Street, Erin walked south down the street to Steamy. It wasn’t her first time into the store, as she had gone in on several occasions with Allison, but it her first time in a number of years, and the first time by herself. She came to the front of the store and paused, a little unsure of herself, but the memory of how she had felt, standing in the bathroom allowed her to gather her courage and step inside. She stood at the threshold for a moment, then continued into the store as the door closed behind her. It was larger than she remembered it, with racks of lingerie, clothes and shoes near the front of the store. About 20 from the front, steps the width of the shop split to a raised level, and a lower level. The shop was busier than she thought it be for a mid Monday afternoon, with a few women and one man browsing the shelves. The woman behind the counter was dealing with a customer, and the other young woman was in the lower section helping some with some lingerie, so Erin walked up to the stairs and browsed the shelves of toys. This is what she remembered from her previous visit with Allison, as they had spent most of their time in the store in this section. The section was larger than she remembered, with a much larger selection and variety of toys than the last time she had been. All kinds of vibrators, wands, and dildos ran from floor to near the ceiling, and was more than a little bit intimidating. Lots of things caught her eye, from the dildos with a suction cup for the base, to the Sybian machine that was in the far corner. As she rounded the corner, she saw that the girl who had been helping at the desk was on her way up the stairs. She was a brunette, and looked to be about in her mid twenties, and was wearing dress shorts, peep-toe stiletto slingbacks, a tanktop and a blazer. On her left breast was a plastic name-tag, with ROXY on it. “Is there anything I can help you with?” Roxy came over to stand beside Erin. “You look a little bit lost up here, and we certainly don’t want you to get lost.” She smiled uncertainly at Erin, who was a bit taken aback. Erin almost said that she was okay, then regained her composure. After all, if a woman half her age could be comfortable about her sexuality, than so could she. “Hi, I’m Erin, I’m here to pick up a gift card that my friend Allison got for me?” She smiled nervously, then relaxed as Roxy smiled in welcome again. “Yes of course, well it’s not a gift card, per se.