‘You a dressmaker or something, then?’ Jess smiled at the shop assistant’s half-hearted attempt at conversation, as he wound five metres of chocolate brown ribbon around a hollow plastic tube. ‘No, I just like ribbon. I use it to wrap around presents ... and other things.’ Leaving the young man’s raised eyebrows and questioning expression behind her, Jess headed home. Occasionally she slipped a hand into her coat pocket as she walked, fondling the contents, enjoying the brush of satin against her fingertips. She just hoped five metres would be enough. The dream had been so specific. It had woken her up at three o’clock in the morning, desperately turned on, and absolutely determined to experience the imagined sensations for real. The mere thought of it, as Jess dashed through the rain-soaked London streets, was enough to quicken her heartbeat and make her nipples poke at the silky cups of her cream bra. As she reached her front door, Jess glanced at her watch; Sara would be with her in an hour. Flinging her shoes into the corner of the hall, she hurried to the bedroom. Hastily pulling off her clothes, Jess stood before the mirror in only her lace-trimmed underwear, contemplating the evening to come. There was no way she could wait another 60 minutes for some attention. She needed it right now, an aperitif before the main course. Tipping the ribbon out of its bag, Jess unravelled a small section from the reel and stroked it gently across her cheeks, enjoying the sensation of it gliding over her warm flesh. Then, rummaging in her bedside drawer until she found some nail scissors, she neatly snipped a piece free. About half an inch wide, the shimmering chocolate material seemed to reflect the light of the room, as it both contrasted and complimented her pale skin and shoulder length, wavy chestnut hair. Concentrating on the image that had grown steadily sharper in her mind all day, Jess removed her briefs, and leant back against the bed’s padded headboard. With legs spread wide, she ran teasing fingers between the lips of her already wet sex. Sighing deeply, caressing the soft square between her thumb and forefinger, Jess let it drop over her pussy. Slowly she flicked it at her clit, gently at first, then harder, until the fabric was damp with her juices, and her back was arching in ecstasy. Sitting quite still, Jess allowed her rapid breathing to return to normal, while permitting her mind to race forward to the evening ahead. Shivering in erotic anticipation, she enveloped her semi-naked body in a white cotton robe. Sara would be here soon.