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Some Assembly Required - Trip to IKEA

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Inside the entrance, a staircase reaches for the heavens... Well, the second floor atleast. Miranda only gets a moment to think before Gary sweeps up the stairs with her in tow. She notes happily how her hand fits so perfectly in his... Before her moment of bliss turns into a rather spectacular plunder and she stumbles akwardly up the stairs, narrowly missing hitting her face on the stairs.

She admires her nice save and looks up. Gary helps her to become fully upright again, his eyes sparkle like all the stars... But, she is distracted in a less pleasnt way by some of the stares she notes in other customers. She shakes them off and they continue to the place where it all begins...

Gary rushes past all the gorgeous little "rooms" where temporary walls have been set up and the spaces filled with IKEA furniture to be displayed in a "real-life" setting, he only has one thing on his mind and that's the COOKING APPLIANCES!!!

Miranda on the other hand looks longingly at the cosy and/or stylish bedrooms, kitchens and bathrooms and wonders why they had to get up at such an ungodly hour. She thinks of the dream she had last night... Of Gary and when they first started going out... The excitement of just being with him... And a naughty add on to that dream that never happened in real life... She's not really sure why, but she thinks she might have a thing for having sex where she might be found out and/or maybe with some toys...

She is rudely awakened from her day dream by Gary exhuberantly shoving a fryingpan in her face and asking her what she thinks. "It's a fryingpan" is her only response and she listens while he goes on about all it's fabulous qualities. "But look at it!!!" He says, "it's non-stick and you can just feeeel the quality!!!

She's not sure if he's ever been this excited about her assets... Maybe it's because she can't offer the same quality "supergrip handle" or "non-stick bottom"? The idea is comical, but she can't gelp feeling a little left out. He seems recently to have touched his damn appliances more than her and she has to admit now, she's truly frustrated. Why can't he take a hint and get home early or just make time for some "romping"?!

Eventualy she has had enough and she heads back to the "make-believe" rooms, where unresistable beds lie, just waiting for her to throw herself on them. They look like great mounds of fluffy bedding and she could really imagine herself sleeping in one...

Maybe that's the problem? Their bed at home is very modest, too modest in her opinion and it's giving her a backache and the sex can't be too wild or it creaks soo alarmingly that they're afraid it might disintegrate at any given momenta and have been a bit careful in their nighttime, sometimes daytime antics...

Suddenly she has an idea! It makes her soo excited that she gallops back to where Gary is till pouring over the various appliances and grabs him, physically removing him, despite his wriggling, grabbing some applicable looking appliances on her way and makes for the bedrooms.

She heads for one of the more "private" bedrooms, a dark and very sleek one, as different as you can get from home and throws him down on one of the beds, ignoring his slightly highpitched squeal of indignance and plants herself squarely on top of him, large thighs pinning him down on each side, her weight squarely placed upon his wrything waist. The friction gives her a pleasnt, but somewhat distracting buzz and she lets out a little involuntary gasp of air.

Gary struggles for a short period then goes still and asks, "What are you doing? I wasn' t finnished with the pans!". "Welcome to the pleasure room!" She says and can only just keep a straight face, but his comical look of suprise and epiphany eventually drives her over the edge and she laughs, but in a slightly sex-depraved desperation sort of way, with some added exasperation for good measure. "I have a confession to make". He looks at her expectantly and says "Tell me what it is that you desire". She definately has his full attention now and of his member, which she can feel stirring whith interest beneath her.

"I desire you, right here, right now, with these toys!" She blurts. She can feel herself blush and briefly considers the naïvity of her plan and how unlikely it's unfolding would be. He turns his head a little to one side and can't stop a slightly supprised look, but he quickly replaces it with a look of seduction and purrs, "If I'd known you were into this I'd have spent less time looking at appliances and more time pleasuring you with them... and I am a devil of my word..." She can't stop an untimely giggle, she can't help it when she's nervous and she never really imagined him as being so sultry, seductive and suave... He was always attractive, but the relationship was generally quite humerous and dare she say it, of late, vanilla... This was new for both of them...