Roadside Assistance

You are an auto mechanic working for a roadside assistance company.

For years, you worked at various garages, always one of the few female mechanics. But you had gotten tired of working for someone else, so you tried to start your own repair shop, but it was harder than you thought and closed it.

You heard that some roadside assistance companies were looking for experienced mechanics and offered to pay more than you had been earning in a shop. The other thing you like is that you get to drive around.

You offered to take the late shift. You really aren’t a morning person, and you don’t mind being on the road at night. The company issued you a truck with their logo on the side, compartments for all your tools, and extra floodlights mounted on the top.

It’s a sweet truck.

Because you are one of the few female mechanics, some guys refer to your truck as “the Candy Machine”.

At first you thought it was a dumb nickname, compared to “Breaker Bar”, “Jack Stand”, or “Power Driver”. But after a while, you appreciated hearing, “‘Candy Machine’ we have a stranded motorist off the highway.”

Especially when it was a new driver that needed a tire changed or stuck in a ditch. Whether it was a guy or girl, they were grateful that you were a bright light in the darkness, putting a smile on their face, and sending them on their way.

After a while, you even enjoyed calling in, “This is Candy Machine; we are done here. The customer is satisfied.”

Tonight, you got the call that a driver has a flat tire on a country road, away from the highway. After plugging the signal into your tracker, you call in. “This is Candy Machine. I’m on my way. I should be there in about 20 minutes.”

Turning off the highway, you get on to a narrow-paved road, flanked by fenced off farmers’ fields. In the darkness, you aren’t sure what they are growing, but you have a feeling you wouldn’t want to be stranded out here.

A dark country road with only car headlight providing light.

Even though you are only minutes from the highway, without any lights along the road, the whole area feels unnerving and spooky. You are glad you’re in your truck. You turn on the fog lamps to help push back the darkness.

It helps, but you still want to find the driver, help them, and get back to where there are lights and people.

You keep glancing at your icon on the map. You have a good signal, which you are thankful for, but the whole thing reminds you of a bad horror movie.

As you get closer, you look ahead and see red hazard flashers. You slow down and pull up behind the car. You put it into park, but leave the engine on.

Flipping on your floodlights, you bathe the whole area in bright light, but that just makes the fences on the side of the road look that much more imposing.

You see the silhouette of someone in the driver’s seat. The left rear tire of the car is obviously flat.

You get out, go to the tool box on the side of your truck, and pull out a tire iron. It feels cold, and heavy in your hand.

Even with the floodlights on, the whole area looks spooky. You slowly walk up to the driver’s door and knock softly with your knuckles.

“Driver’s Assistance. You called for help?” You say in a polite but slightly nervous voice.

The driver’s side widow rolls down. “Thank you.” Says a young woman. “I was driving, made a wrong turn, got lost, and then I had a flat tire.” You hear the fear in her voice, but she also seems to relax a bit seeing that you’re a woman.

You smile at her, “I understand. I’ll get that tire changed and we’ll get back to the highway. Can you find your way from there?” you ask in a friendly tone.

“Oh, Thank You! Yes.” She says as she breathes a sigh of relief. You notice her hands had been gripping the steering wheel tightly, but she is now relaxing a bit.

“No problem. That is what I am here for. Do you know where your spare tire is on your car?” you ask as you step back a bit, relaxing the grip on your tire iron. You hadn’t realized you were scared too.

She pops the release on the back of the car, unbuckles her safety belt, and gets out. The floodlights of your truck shine through the thin material of her light cotton dress. She has a nice figure, but you are here to do a job and focus on it.

“I think it is here.” She says as she lifts the back and the floorboard.

You look in and see never used spare tire. “Good. Let me grab a few things, and we will get you on your way.”

You grab your jack, the long air hose, your air wrench, and the correct size socket. After connecting one end of the hose to your air compressor, you unroll it to the back of her car. You connect your air wrench and set it on the ground.

You pull out the spare tire, and the woman helps a bit. “You don’t need to do that. I am here to help you.” You say as you roll it and lay it down.

“I know. But it feels so dark and spooky out here, and I feel better being near you and in the light.” She says.

“Okay, then just keep back.” You say as you put the jack under the axle and start pumping it up. You raise it just a bit, and then use the air wrench to loosen the nuts.

Then, you raise it higher so that the tire is fully off of the pavement, and pull it off.

She stands the spare up and rolls it to you. “Thanks.” You say and then put it into place. Quickly, you hand tighten the nuts and then release the pressure on the jack. Once the car is down, you use the air wrench to fully tighten the nuts. “You did that so quickly.” She says in a tone of awe and admiration.

“It's what I do.” You respond in a light tone. “Here, let’s put that old tire in your car. There’s a truck stop on the highway. If we time it right, we might have the night mechanic look at it. They can tell you if you need a new one or just need it patched.”

“Ok, I like the sound of that. At the truck stop, can I get you a cup of coffee or something?” she offers.

You smile, “That sounds good about now.” You say as you put away your tools.

She closes up the back and gets into the car. You walk up. “Follow me. I’ll get us out of here.” She smiles and nods.

You pull ahead, your truck’s floodlights still on, helping blaze the way down the dark road. On your map app, you see where there is a crossroad ahead. If you get on it, even though the road will be twisty, it will lead back to the main roads, and from there to the highway.

You keep your speed slow, and keep her headlights in your rear-view mirror. In places where the road dips, there are light patches of fog, which adds to the spookiness. You try to relax your grip on the steering wheel, but sometimes the floodlights make strange shadows. “It must be scarecrows or something.” You tell yourself.

You call the shop. “This is Candy Machine. I helped the motorist and am leading her back to the highway. We will stop at the truck stop to have her tire checked.”

“This is Driver Assistance Home-base, we read you loud and clear. Call if the situation changes.”

You hit the button and focus on the road. You feel a bit better, knowing that Home-base knows your status. But you still want to get to where there are lights and people. “It must be worse for her.” You think to yourself about the driver behind you.

It took longer to get back to the main roads using the twisty farm road than the road you came in on, but once you see the street lights, you slowly exhale.

Turning onto the main road, you turn off the flood lamps, but keep the fog lights on, allowing you to see a bit more into the darkness. You keep your speed slow, just under the speed limit, so she doesn’t lose you.

After a bit, you merge onto the highway. She is still on your tail. A few minutes later, you turn into the Truck Stop. The bright lights of the fuel pumps, garage, and café are welcome.

You park, and she parks next to you. “Follow me.” You call to her as you head for the garage. “Hey, Big Mike? Are you still on?” you yell as you enter the garage.

A deep voice booms back. “Yeah, who wants to know?” You see your old mechanic friend. “Oh, it’s the Candy Machine.” He says in a playful tone. “What can I do for you tonight, darlin’?” he asks as he wipes grease from his hands.

You point to the lady. “This nice lady had a flat tire. If we bring it in, can you see if it needs patched or if she needs a new one?”

“Sure, just roll it to the side door. I’ll look at it after I finish what I’m doing. It’ll take about half an hour.” “Okay, we will be in the café.” You say.

Quickly, both of you return to her car, take the old tire and roll it to the side door. The bright fluorescent lights of the truck stop make everything seem more comfortable and friendly.

“How do you take your coffee?” she asks. You tell her, and she orders two coffees. You find a table and sit down. She hands you your cup and you take a sip. The strong smell alone is what you need, but the hot liquid feels so good as it goes down. She sits across from you. “By the way, I’m Ann.” She says, extending her hand. You softly shake it and tell her yours.

“But he called you ‘Candy Machine’?” she asks with a puzzled look on her pretty face.

“That is the name of my truck, because it is sweet and leaves a smile on their faces, when I am done.” You respond.

“Oh. But I was so glad to see you when you knocked on my window.” She says. “It was so spooky out there. I felt like…”

“Like you were in a bad horror movie.” You finish her sentence.

She reaches out her hand and places it on yours. “I kept having thoughts of getting attacked by some “hillbilly” cruising the back roads looking for helpless women.”

You set your cup down and place your other hand over top of hers. “I know what you mean. If you noticed, I walked up carrying my tire iron, but I never used it to change the tire.”

She thinks about it for a second. “Oh. Oh, wow. So, I wasn’t the only one thinking like that?” says as she places her other hand over top of yours. You hold each other’s hands, helping to reassure yourselves that you are safe.

She releases yours and takes her coffee cup in both hands. “So, how long have you been a mechanic?” she asks, trying to change the subject.

You tell her an abbreviated version of your story. “So, what do you do Ann?” you ask.

“I am a college nursing student. I never thought about being a mechanic. Most of the women I knew growing up were moms, teachers, secretaries, cashiers, or in the medical field. I really hadn’t noticed any working as a tradesman. It sounds exciting.”

“I enjoy it.” You say taking another sip.

After a while, while you are chatting, she gets another round of coffees. Returning to her seat, she asks, “So with a “butch” job like a mechanic, are you into women?” You take the cup from her hand.

“Not really.” You respond with a slight pause. “Are you?”

“I have dated both guys and girls. Many of us in the nursing program have guys who want to be doctors, asking us out all the time, but I hate to admit it. I find more pleasure and comfort in the skilled hands of my class mates than with the guys.”

She takes a drink from her cup and sighs.

“Do you know what I was imagining when I watched you fix my tire?”

You shake your head. “No, what?”

“I pictured you, on your knees, licking me and then using a dildo attachment on your air wrench.”

You laugh at that. “Oh Honey, the torque on that wrench would tear a body up. I would never use something like that on someone as pretty and cute as you.”

She smiles, “You think I am pretty?” she asks in a soft voice.

You nod “Though I prefer guys, you are a pretty little thing. If we had some time, I’d enjoy learning what you and your classmates are doing. I tell ya’, I still feel a tingle left over from being scared out there.”

She stands up, and takes your hand. “Leave your coffee and follow me.” She guides you to the Ladies room and takes you into a stall.

Kissing you, softly you feel her warm lips on yours. “Would you like to see what I have learned?” she asks you. You nod and kiss her back.

Her skin is soft and smooth compared with your rough calloused hands.

As you stand there, she unbuttons your shirt and kisses your upper chest. You place a hand on her head. Her hair feels soft. Everything about her is soft and pretty.

“I’m lucky tonight.” She says as she opens the clasp at the front of your bra. Your full breasts are freed, as the empty cups hang to each side. She grabs each tit and then licks around each nipple. Her tongue is so wet and smooth. Then she sucks your right nipple, as she reaches down and opens your pants.

It feels so good, your panties are getting damp, and you press down on her shoulders. She moves down to her knees.

You feel the thick denim of your pants against your skin as she slides them down your ass and hips, then hit the floor around your ankles.

You grip the top of the stall to steady yourself as you feel her gentle fingertips move the crotch of your panties to the side.

Looking down you, you see her smiling face looking up as she slowly licks your wet pussy lips. She licks up and down, then you feel her tongue on your clit.

You bite your lower lip to stifle a moan as she licks and sucks it.

“You taste so good. You are a Candy Machine.” She says as she licks and sucks your clit harder. You feel her fingers slide into your pussy, thrusting and twisting. Going deeper and harder.

You grip the stall with one hand and grab her hair with the other. Bracing yourself, you feel pleasure building and moving through you.

“Yes! Cum for me. Let me taste you, my Candy Machine.” You hear her say in a soft tone.

You grip her hair tightly as you press her face into your pussy and cum. You bite your lower lip harder as you hear a low moan echo in the bathroom.

It takes a second to realize that moan is coming from you.

Ann stands up and kisses your mouth. Her lips are wet, and you taste yourself.

“I think we should get back to our table. I think “Big Mike” might be done with my tire.” She says as she opens the stall and washes her face in the sink.

You exhale for a moment and get dressed.

Washing your hands in the sink next to her, “I have never felt something like that. I mean, I’ve had guys eat me, but that felt great.” You say in a low tone.

She kisses your cheek. “Maybe on your day off, we can get together and teach you what I did. We learn a lot at college.” She says with a wink.

Going back to your table, you see the coffee cups have been cleared away, so you get a fresh cup. In a “to go” cup this time.

“There you are.” You hear a familiar voice say. “I was looking for you ladies. The tire is patched. It had picked up a nail. It is as good as new. Pull your car into Bay 3 and I’ll change it for you.”

“Thanks, Big Mike. Do we owe you anything?” you ask.

“Just the cost of the plug and my time.” He hands you a quickly scrawled estimate. You look it over. “That’s fair, and covered under the service plan. I got it.”

Taking the company card from your wallet, you head for the cashier.

“Are you sure?” Ann asks.

You nod. “It is all part of the service package. Go move your car to Bay 3, it will be the one with the garage door open.”

She kisses your cheek, “Thank you.”

After paying the cashier and getting the receipt, you head back to your truck, sipping your coffee. You call into the shop, “This is Candy Machine. We are done here and everyone is satisfied.” You say with a smile.

(This was the second story of the female mechanic, if you want more, tell me. If you enjoyed this; leave a comment. If you enjoy my stories, follow and subscribe.)

The Mechanic

 

You are a mechanic at a local garage. Part of why you love your job is that you enjoy the way your nipples rub against your t-shirt in your coveralls, when you wear a t-shirt. There are times when you pull it off, and the rough cotton rubs against your sensitive nipples at you reach, stretch, and work. Today is a warm day, so you remove your t-shirt and bra. Every time you need to get under a car or reach over a engine, you feel the warmth of the cooling metal through your jumpsuit.

I bring my car in for a maintenance check-up. I’m surprised the main mechanic is you, a beautiful woman, but I trust you will do what needs to be done and charge me fairly. I wait in the “break area” as you and your other mechanics do what needs to be done.

I see you working and think how sexy you are under your coveralls. From time to time, I swear I see your hard nipples visible through your thick coveralls. I imagine how beautiful they are, and how they would feel in my mouth. I watch you stretch and see how the curves of your body look. I imagine how sexy you would be naked. I am sitting on the couch, lost in my erotic fantasies.

“Sir, you have a problem. We need to replace the control module. Here is the write up, and here is the cost.”

“Oh Wow. That is more than I thought. Is there any way to reduce the cost of that?”

You look down at the bulge in my pants. You smile, “If you pay me cash for the part, and come back at the end of the day, I will see what we can do.”

I leave out and head for the bank. It is a few blocks away, and I walk to it. It is warm out, but I am not passing up on saving money.

You go back to work. You finish up my car, and then concentrate on doing a few others. Oil changes, lubricating bearings, changing tires, etc. You and your team spend the day finishing up all the cars in the bay.

The sun is going down. The doors are open to ensure the heat goes out as the evening slowly cools down. Your crew is a mix of guys and gals (some of whom date each other), they ask if there is anything else that needs done. One of them nods towards me, sitting in the waiting area. “What about that guy. I thought we did his car hours ago?”

“Yeah, he had to get me the money. I will take care of it. You go. I’ll lock up.” You tell them as they all head out. You close up the large doors, make your way securing up the building. Then you come to me. I am sitting on the couch, I had been sweating, my polo shirt and slacks are damp from earlier.

I stand up, reach into my pocket and hand you a large wad of $20’s “There you go. The cash you asked for. Is there anything else you need, before I get my car?”

You pocket the cash. You unbutton your coveralls and free your breasts. You reach into my pants and grab my soft cock. “You will satisfy me. And if you do a good enough job, I will give you your car. If you do a poor job, then you owe me the cost of labor on the bill.” As you say, you firmly squeeze my dick. It hardens a bit with that. “Yes. Ma’am.” I say. I slowly caress your lovely breasts. You feel my hand slowly move across them, around them, and cupping them. I bend my head a bit and slowly lick around your left nipple. You feel the slick smooth texture of my tongue slowly moving around your nipple. My fingers slowly caress your right nipple at the same time.

You release my dick and put your hands on my head. Your skin smells of sweat, oil, grease, and GoJo cleaner. I slowly but firmly suck your left nipple. You feel the suction of my mouth pull on it. At the same time, my fingers firmly grasp your right nipple, and I smoothly pull with a similar pressure. You grab my hair. “Mmmm that feels pretty good,” you tell me. “Thank you, I try my best.” And I slowly lick my way across your chest to your right nipple. You feel my warm breath and my cool saliva as slowly lick across.

I lick around your right nipple, as my other hand caresses your left nipple. I continue licking and caressing until I suck firmly and pull both nipples simultaneously.

It feels so good, your pussy is tingling, and you know it’s getting wet.

You let go of my head and finish unbuttoning your coveralls. “I want you to lick my pussy next. If you can do that, we might have a deal.” You strip them off, and all you have on is your cotton panties. You sit on the couch and lean back against the arm rest. Your legs are spread wide, and your panties visibly damp, but that could be from sweat too, I think.

I get on my knees, I slowly kiss the inner thigh of your right leg. You feel my soft lips with gentle angel kisses on your skin. Soft and warm. I occasionally use the tip of my tongue and lick your smooth skin for a second, creating a pattern, kiss, lick, kiss, lick, as I move close to your panty covered pussy.

You feel the tip of my tongue slowly lick across the fabric of your panties. My tongue licking the outline of your pussy through your damp panties. Licking up… across… down…and…around. You feel the texture of the wet cotton fabric slowly moving on your sensitive pussy lips.

I slowly pull the crotch of your panties to the side and lick between your pussy lips. You feel the tip of my tongue going up. I lick around your clit. My fingers gently push back the hood, exposing your lovely clit. I slowly lick around it.

Then you feel my warm wet mouth clamp down on it as I suck it firmly. The pressure feels so good. You grab handfuls of my hair as I suck it.

I gently work a finger into your wet pussy. Your lips are open as I suck harder. You feel my finger slowly going in and out, twisting as I continue sucking. Then I stop sucking and lick around it. “Is this good enough for my car, or do I need you to cum first?” I ask.

“Help me cum first,” you say as you pull my hair bit. You feel two fingers going in and out of your pussy as I lick your clit some more. Thrusting and twisting. Going deeper each trust. You grab my head and hump my face. Your pussy is so wet with pleasure.

I move my mouth down, and you feel my tongue deep in your pussy. I use my two slick fingers to rub your clit. Slowly, in tight circles at first, but then faster and harder.

You tighten your thighs around my head. “Oh God, this feels so good.” You pull my face tight against your pussy. I feel it pulse and throb against my mouth. “Yes cum, on my face.” I say. I rub your clit harder and faster until you cum.

You are breathing hard, and your body is tinging a bit. You see lights come on in the business office. “Shit, I forgot to finish locking up. That is the manager probably checking to see why the alarms weren’t set.” I help you up and help you into your coveralls. “Your keys are in the office. Wash your face off first. I will tell the manager that you were late getting here with your full payment.”

I go to the restroom and you go to the office. “I’m sorry about not setting the alarms, but we had a client who was late getting back here with his payment.” I hear you explain as I wash your tasty juices from my face, and wish we had more time to properly finish. Maybe next time I need my car serviced.

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Return to the Estate - Part 1

 

It seems like forever since your lover took you to “The Estate”. The week after you were there, you asked him when the next event will be. His answer at first was “I haven’t heard anything yet, but I will tell you when I do.” One week became two, which eventually became a month. His answer was always a very non-committal “I haven’t heard anything. But I don’t want to disturb the ‘Mistress of the House’ and bother her.”

You begin to wonder if there haven’t been any events, or your lover didn’t want to take you to them. In your closet your Ruby dress hangs up, still with the plastic on it from when you had it dry cleaned. You don’t want it to get messed up. In the drawer in your night stand, in a light blue box, your gold plated butt plug with real rubies, sits on a miniature silk pillow. Every time you look at it, you are tempted to wear it, but then you sigh and leave it alone. You wonder if Ms. Sapphire, Ms. Topaz, and Ms. Emerald have the same thoughts. Ms. Sapphire. You would enjoy seeing her again. She wasn’t the first woman to lick your pussy but she was definitely one of the most enthusiastic ones. Everything was shrouded in so much mystery. You don’t know the location, you don’t know anyone’s names, and worse, you don’t know when you will return.

As you work your mundane office job, your mind drifts off to butlers and servants in 18th Century outfits, the smell of the candles, the polished wood, and the amazing food. A email pops up on your screen, reminding you that you have monthly totals due to your team leader. You sigh, rub your eyes, and focus on spread sheets and numbers, an entirely different world from the fantasy land of the Estate.

When you get back to your condo, you make a pasta salad and grilled chicken breast. While you are slicing the chicken, your phone rings. You see it’s your lover calling.

“Hey, Babe” you answer. “What’s going on? I’m just making dinner.”

He must be driving because he is using Bluetooth. “I’m just leaving the office. Dinner sounds good. I’ll drive straight there.” he says but you hear stress in his voice.

“Is everything okay? Is traffic bad?” you ask.

You hear a sigh of frustration. “I’ll tell you when I get there. Are you having wine with dinner?”

“I’m making pasta salad with chicken, so I’ll crack something open.” you respond.

“Thanks, Dear. I’ll be there in about 15 or so.”

“Love you.” you say as you hang up.

When you finish slicing the chicken breast you dish up a second plate for him. Then you go to the mini-wine fridge and pull out that Columbia River Valley Rose’.

By the time you have things on the table, you hear his key turning in the lock. He hangs his jacket by the door. “That smells great.”

“You timed it right. Sit and tell me about your day.” you say as you give him a hug.

He squeezes you tightly, almost like he desperately needs you.

Sitting down, he picks up the wine glass, swirls it, sniffs it, and then takes a deep drink, emptying it. He then refills it and takes a smaller sip.

“What’s going on, Babe?” you ask as you enjoy a forkful of pasta.

“This is really good.” he says trying to change the topic. “I love when you cook.”

You set down your fork, reach across the small table, and place your hand on his. “What’s the matter? Is there something wrong?” you ask in a soft but serious tone.

He lowers he head and grips his fork. “It’s nothing you can help with. My clients are losing money, which means I am losing money. It is all for stupid reasons too.” He slams his fist on the table in frustration.

You get up and walk behind him, caressing his shoulders. They feel like braided cables, so tight and hard. “Babe. Try to relax.”

He exhales through his nose as you feel his shoulders drop a bit. Slowly you try to rub and massage his upper back. Bending his head forward he takes some slow, deep breaths. “That feels so good…. You are amazing….. You are always just what I need.”

His voice softens as does his muscles. “Why don’t we finish dinner, first. Then in the bedroom I will tell you all about it. This tastes so good, I don’t to ruin it.”

You nod and sit back down.

“So tell me about your day.” He says as he enjoys his food.

You tell him about the spreadsheets and monthly totals, things that you know are boring, because you are bored telling him, but surprisingly he is looking at you as you talk. Slowly taking in forkfuls of food and eating but also paying attention as you describe how all of these reports are due by the end of the week.

“Oh speaking of the end of the week, are there any events at the Estate, this weekend?”

He sets down his fork and slowly sips his wine. You see that there is frustration in him at this question. “Dear, the Estate is one of my clients. Because of these drops in the markets, including crypto, everyone has lost money. The only thing that hasn’t dropped hard is commodities, and those are all over the place. Nothing is stable, and it is my responsibility to help all of my clients make good and diverse investments.” You see the anger rising in him again, but he exhales and takes another sip to calm himself.

“I don’t want everyone there, especially the Mistress, to look at me and wonder why I’m there having fun, instead of making sure that they all don’t go broke.”

You notice that his plate is empty, so you get up and take it to the sink. “They wouldn’t really do that, would they?” you ask, rinsing it.

He gets up, grabbing your mostly empty plate, and wine glasses, taking them to you.

“Realistically, I don’t know. Normally I have the bulk of their investments in slow, but steady growth accounts, with a smaller portion in fast but risky funds. They understand the markets, and they pay me to keep them wealthy.”

“Wait a second. Does that mean that all of the people we saw last time were your clients?” You ask

A sad smile is on his face. “Some of them are. Most of the time I only deal with their personal secretaries. But the reason we were invited was because last year was a very profitable year. Everyone had a good year, which meant that I had a good year. That was why I paid extra to have my company driver take you there in the corporate limo. He got paid overtime to sit, hang out with the other drivers, and eat for free in the kitchen with the staff.”

“And that’s why he drove me back to your place, while you followed in your car. Ok.” you pause for a moment as you put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. “But you don’t know any of this for sure. You’re just guessing. Has anyone called and been angry?”
 He wipes down the cupboard as you finish filling the dishwasher, “No. But I know what they have lost, and how if the market wasn’t…”

You put your fingers to his lips. “Hush. If you hadn’t been monitoring and making account corrections, would they be broke?”

He kisses your fingertips. “No. They would have a lot less money, but none of these wealthy people would be broke.”

“Ok, so have you personally lost them money or helped to save them money?”

He kisses your palm and then your wrist. “I have, though moving things and using my account tools, minimized their losses, and for most, have them making small gains again.”

You put your arms around his neck, and kiss his lips. “Then you, my love, have done your job, and there is nothing to be ashamed of.”

He kisses you firmly and hugs you tightly. You feel his hardness press against you.

“You are what I need. When things seem out of control, you help remind me what’s important.”

“Wait a second. Had you been to the Estate prior to us going?” You ask with genuine curiosity.

“No. It had been my first time too. I had asked if I could arrive ahead of you so they could explain everything to me. I wanted to be your guide.” he says kissing you again.

“You wanted to be in control.” You respond, fully understanding. You start unbuttoning his shirt. “Let’s take this to my bed. Maybe I can help get rid of the last of your stress?” you say in a seductive tone.

In your bedroom, you step out of your work slacks, as he unbuttons your blouse. Your fingers undo his trousers which drop to the floor, his hard cock tenting his boxers. “Mmmm you are excited to be here.” you say as your blouse falls off of you and you feel his fingers unclasping your bra strap. 

Slowly he slides it off of you and looks down at your hard nipples. “You seem excited for me too.” He kisses your neck and upper chest, slowly moving down your body. His strong fingers caress your breasts, with his fingertips rolling your nipples. A sigh of pleasure escapes your mouth.

“You can always get work as a gigolo. Your mouth and hands know how to give me pleasure.” you say in a playful tone.

“You couldn’t afford me.” he says as he slowly licks around your left nipple.

You put your hands on his head and run your fingers through his hair as he sucks your nipple firmly.

Then he kisses his way down your tummy, sliding his hands down your back until you feel his fingers at the waistband of your panties. He slowly pulls them down, your hips and ass as you feel his mouth just above your pubic mound. You are still waxed smooth since before he took you to the Estate.

His lips feel so warm and soft as he kisses closer to your clit and lips. His hands grip your ass cheeks. You love when he licks your pussy but you want to really enjoy it, “Babe, let me lie on the bed first.” you say. You feel the tip of his tongue tease you before you hear, “Of course, Dear”

Lying on the bed with your ass near the edge and your legs bent, you feel his hands on your thighs. His lips softly kiss the inside of your right thigh. His gentle attention makes your pussy so wet. You feel his breath on your cunt, and you wait with anticipation for him to lick you or fill you with his fingers. Instead, he breathes a cooling breath across your pussy lips. Then his warm, wet mouth clamps on your clit, and you feel him suck firmly. You reach down and pull his hair with one hand as you pull your hard nipple with the other. “Damn that feels good.” you moan. Two fingers enter your open pussy as he works them in and out, twisting and trusting. He alternates from sucking to licking your clit as he fingers you faster, deeper, and harder.

You cum hard. Harder than you expected. As your body tingles with pleasure, you feel him on you. His mouth pressed against yours as he kisses you, tasting yourself on his lips. You feel his hard cock slide into you, as you are so wet with excitement and pleasure. He fucks you hard. Like he did with his fingers. His hairy chest rubs against your nipples. You put your legs around him and hook your ankles. He continues working in and out until he thrusts hard and holds it. You feel him throb and pulse inside of you as he cums.

He is still breathing hard as he slides from you and lies on his back. You kiss him and snuggle. “Do you feel better now?”

He puts an arm around you, and you feel the heat from his body. “I do. God I love you.”

He kisses you again. “Are you going to spend the night?” you ask.

“Having you lying in my arms might be just what I need.”

“Then you are doing my laundry and changing the sheets.” you playfully respond. Then you pause. “Babe, is the only reason that you don’t want to go back to the Estate is the money, or is it that you don’t want to share me with the others?”

He is quiet for a long moment, “I don’t know. I love watching you cum. Seeing you licking Ms. Sapphire’s pussy as Mr. Sapphire filled your ass was a huge turn on. Knowing that you came just as hard with only me, is a boost to my ego, but that night there was a glow about you when we were done.”

“Babe, are you jealous? I thought that the house rules were designed so couples came together and left together.”

“They are. The Mistress of the Estate believes that sex and love are two different things. You love your partner, spouse, significant other, but you can have sex with anyone who consents. We probably should have talked about this before I accepted their invitation.”

You put your head on his chest. “I love you, but I enjoyed trying and learning things there. I’m not saying I have to see Mr. and Ms. Sapphire again, but it would be fun. Or maybe the Topazes or Emeralds.”

He holds you. “Tomorrow, I will call Mistress and see if they have any special events. If all they have is a “weekend get together” do you want me to accept?”

You raise your head and kiss him. “I think just spending a night there, away from the stresses of our lives might be a good mini-vacation. Think of it like a “spa day”.”

“Ok. Let’s sleep on it.” He holds you as you pull the blanket over both of you.

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Welcome to the Estate - Part 2

 He takes your hand and leads you to your seats at the dining table. There are cards marking your places, each says “Ruby”.

He pulls out your chair and seats you. Once again, the plug feels odd. You notice some of the other women making odd faces as they sit too. “Are they all wearing butt plugs?” you think to yourself.

There is a thin blond with hard pink nipples in a sapphire dress sitting directly across from you. As she sits, she winks at you knowingly. You also notice that some of the women raise the backs of their dresses so their bare bottoms are on the leather covered seats. You raise and pull up the back of your dress and sit back down on the cool leather. It feels good but different. You feel his hand on your thigh. He whispers in your ear, “You didn’t have to do that dear. This is your first time here. I want you to see and enjoy. Some of the ladies have been here multiple times and already know exactly what they want. If the dinner didn’t require clothing, some of them would be fully naked by now.” He kisses your lips softly.

His fingers softly caress your crotch, rubbing the soft silk against your pubic mound.

Food is served. You are surprised by the variety and flavor. “They must have their own chef” you think to yourself. You see some of the couples feeding one another. The Sapphire Blonde feeds her lover and then looks at you and slowly licks her spoon in a seductive way. She takes her cloth napkin and slowly rubs her nipples, as if she is wiping something off of them but very slowly.

You lean in and whisper to him “Is she hitting on me?” He looks over to her and Mr. Sapphire, they wink and smile at him. He slowly nods in return. “Yes, she wants you and me.” He takes a little spoon full of fruit sauce for his dessert and dribbles it across the tops of your breasts. He slowly licks you clean, making sure that both Sapphires watch and enjoy.

You look around and notice that other couples are doing similar things with their food. There are some hands under the table, probably rubbing, caressing, and stroking.

You feel his fingers under the table rubbing your pussy, so you unzip his fly and reach in and stroke his hardening cock.

After a few minutes, you hear your hostess address everyone, in her slightly French accented English, “Mesdames et Messieurs, it appears that dinner is over for all of you, and you are ready for dessert. Please leave the dining hall and move to the Lounge. All activities will be confined to the lounge area. Remember you begin and end with your partner. In between all else is consensual.”

He stands up and pulls out your chair. The back of your dress covers your ass again as you stand. He kisses the back of your neck and takes your hand, leading you to the Lounge.

You see a large, curved couch, which he has you sit down on. He sits to your side with his arm around your shoulder.

“May we join you?” Mr. Sapphire asks.

Your lover grabs your hand and kisses it. “It is your choice, my dear. If you say yes, we can learn more about them. And maybe more about ourselves.”

You look into his eyes, and then them. You slowly nod. “Yes, Please sit and join us.”

The rest of the night continues with you enjoying your time with the Sapphires, as you shared and explored each other. You enjoyed sucking Mr. Sapphire’s penis, as you were licked by both the blonde and your lover. You felt the butt plug being pressed as there was a mouth on your clit and a tongue along the crack of your ass.

Later you watched as she sucked him, and Mr. Sapphire licked your pussy.

At some point, you put a condom on your lover’s hard cock as Ms. Sapphire placed one on his.

The four of you tried various positions during the night. Your plug was removed and replaced with a tongue, and then a hard cock. You enjoyed being filled by more than one partner as you licked and sucked in positions you hadn’t previously tried. You were asked to remove Ms. Sapphire’s plug as her man sucked her clit and she sucked your lover’s cock again.

You don’t know how long it lasted, but after a while, as you are tired and satiated, you hear a bell ring.

“Mesdames et Messieurs, merci for attending tonight’s festivities. If you need a room for the night, please signal and the staff will assist you. If you are leaving for the night, we thank you for your attendance.”

You and your lover get dressed. He quickly pulls on his pants, and shirt but leaves the tie untied and the jacket open. He hands you your dress which you put on. You aren’t sure where your g-string went, but your stockings are still on.

“Can’t we get a room and spend the night? This place is amazing.” You say like a kid at an amusement park.

He shakes his head. “Not this time my love. I have an early morning meeting at work. Next time they have an event, we will plan on spending the night.”

From the couch he picks up your ruby butt plug. “Don’t forget my gift.” As he hands it to you, you smile.

“I’d never forget such a beautiful and useful gift.” You kiss him and leave together.

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Welcome to the Estate - Part 1

 You step into the limousine, you expect to see him in the backseat, but there is only a box and a note.

“My driver is taking you to a special club. Change into the outfit in the box. Wear everything in the box, and don’t wear anything else”.

You go to ask the driver a question and he puts up the partition before you can ask him anything.

In the box you see red lingerie. It is all silk & lace. A half-bra that cups your breasts but shows your nipples, a matching pair of g-string panties, a garter belt, stockings, red stilettos, a tube of lube, a jeweled butt plug, and a red silk dress that is loose, low cut in the front (exposing your breasts) and high cut on the sides, all the way to your waist.

As the car is driving, you get undressed. You put on the garter belt first. The silk and lace are smooth but textured against your skin. You pull on the right stocking first. “‘Oh my God” you think, “these are silk stockings, not nylon. How expensive was this?”

You slowly slide the stocking up, and secure it. You slowly pull on the left stocking. The silk is cool and smooth on your skin. You pull up the g-string. The silk crotch feels so good on your smooth mound.

You pull on and secure the bra. The half cups feel strange, after wearing a full bra all day. The lace trim is just below your nipples. As you move, the trim softly rubs the edge of your nipples. It feels good and your nipples harden a bit.

You pull the dress on. It is cut so it goes around your breasts. As you move you feel more silk rub against you. “This feels so damn good” you think.

The last things in the box are the lube, butt plug and shoes. The shoes you will put on, when the car stops. You pick up the plug. It seems heavier than it should. You look at the jewel. Where you normally see a single fake jewel. You see instead a dozen small red stones in a circular pattern. “Are these rubies? Is this made from gold?”

You don’t want to think, if this is real, what’s it worth. You know he likes to buy you expensive gifts but this is crazy.

You take a deep breath and slowly let it out. You take the lube, lie sideways on the seat and put lube on your fingers. You slide the string from your butt cheeks, and slowly rub the lube around and in your tight butt hole.

As you do, it feels good. You remember how he licks you there during sex. You slide one finger in and out. You add more lube, and then a second finger. This plug isn’t as big as you have seen in videos, so two fingers should relax your ass enough.

You lube the plug. It’s cold, but is warming against your skin.

You press it against your puckered hole. Breathe, relax, and slide it in.

You put the g-string back in place and sit normally.

In a bit, the car stops. You hear the driver talk to the security speaker. You hear a buzz and black iron gates open. The car continues up the drive to a mansion that you have never seen before.

The car stops at a small walkway, leading to double doors at the entrance. The driver opens the door. You slip on your red stilettos and get out. You realize the driver is looking at your nipples and they harden.

You step from the car and adjust your dress. Your panties and garters are visible from the side slits. You walk to the doors. The driver wordlessly closes the door, gets back in and drives away.

At the door, is a doorman attired in what looks like a 18th century servant’s uniform. Lots of silk, lace, and buttons. He is wearing a powdered wig. As you walk to the door, he says, “You are expected, Madam.” You step in and the doors close behind you.

The Estate is beautiful, the large open hallway is lit with crystal lamps and lined with mirrors. The light is almost dazzling. You walk forward towards where you hear voices and you see another butler, attired similarly to the doorman. He opens the large French doors to the dining room. “Please enter Madam”.

You see a large table that is set for a large party. Near the back of the room is an oak bar where you see men in tuxedos, and women wearing dresses similar to yours. The difference with the women’s dresses is that each one is a different color. Sapphire blue, emerald green, garnet red, topaz yellow, etc. You are ruby red. Their nipples are as exposed as yours. You see lovely pink, brown, and tan nipples on breasts of various shapes and sizes. You are a bit excited by this.

You see him and you walk over. He is sexy in his tux, which you have seen him wear before. The only difference is that his bow tie is ruby red, like your dress. He sees and kisses you. “I am so glad you made it. And your outfit looks great on you. Come sit here.” He points to a bar stool next to him, and as you sit, you feel the pressure of the plug in your ass. “Here’s your drink. I think the party will begin soon.” He motions to the bartender who is dressed in 18th century attire also, and your drink is placed before you. This doesn’t surprise you, he knows your favorite drink and has done similar things at restaurants in the past.

As you take a sip. A tall woman in an extremely tight leather bustier with matching leather pants with stiletto boots enters the room. She holds up a champagne glass.

“Madams and Messieurs, welcome to the Estate. This is my home. Before we begin dinner and entertainment, we have a few house rules that will be obeyed or you will lose your privilege of being here.

“First, each of you brought your partner. You dressed them in your selected color. You must start and end your evening with them.

“Second, everything must be agreed to. If it is your first time trying something, that is fine, but you must get agreement from Everyone Involved.

“Third, what happens here, Stays here. Any activities that you wish to continue outside of the Estate is the responsibility of all of those involved, which once again must be mutually agreed to.

“Four, this place is for pleasure and enjoyment. Nothing else. If a person objects to an activity or does not want to participate, then thank them and move to another person. If anyone makes a mistake with the rules, they will be gently reminded. But if anyone flagrantly breaks a rule, you will be escorted from the Estate and barred entry to future events. Does everyone agree? Signify by raising your glass and saying ‘Oui Mistress’.”

Both you both raise your glasses and loudly shout “Oui Mistress”.

“Then be seated at the dining room table, dinner is first.”

(And here we will pause. Return tomorrow for Part 2 of “Welcome to the Estate”)

Holiday Stroll

 

You and I are sitting and relaxing at home. The TV is on and there are commercials for various holiday specials and deals. One ad shows a couple walking down the street and looking at holiday displays.

“We could do that.” You say to me.

“We could do what?” I respond.

“We could grab our jackets and walk around the neighborhood. This past week I’ve noticed more houses decorated for the holidays. We should look around, now that the sun is down.”

I glance at the window. It is dark outside, but the weather is clear and cool.

You stand up and extend your hand to me. “Besides, it’s been a while since we just walked together anywhere. Just strolling along without having to rush somewhere.”

I take your hand and stand up.

“Ok, I’m sold. We can walk around the neighborhood like we live in a Hallmark movie.” I say as I walk towards the door and grab my jacket from the hook.

You kiss me on the cheek and grab your jacket.

“What was that for?” I ask.

“You said, like in a Hallmark movie, so I wanted to give you a quick ‘rom-com’ kiss.”

We step outside and the weather is pleasant. The sky is dark except for the stars that are visible in the clear air.

I take your hand as we stroll down the street. We look at houses that have lights around the windows, and others that have inflatable characters on their lawns. A few have lights in trees. I grip your hand tighter and you lean you head on my shoulder.

“We should do this more often.” You say as we reach the end of our street.

“Shall we go down the next street and see what they decorations they have?”

“Sure” you say as you squeeze my hand.

Both of us gasp as we see projectors, lights, and inflatables that we hadn’t seen before.

“Let’s get some photos.: You say as you pull your cellphone from your pocket. I take out mine too. We both take photos of the displays from different angles.

We do this for houses on both sides of the street.

When we get to the end of the street, we stop and you take a panoramic shot of the houses visible from there.

“Let me see, what you shot.” I say as I hand you my phone. We both scroll through the photos. “You take such beautiful photos.”

“Thanks…. Oh. I must have scrolled too far. I didn’t know you kept that on your phone.” You say, as you hand it back. The photo is a close up of your pussy.

One I took when we were having fun months ago.

“Your pussy always looks so pretty to me. I enjoy looking at it when you aren’t around.”

“Really. Have other people seen it?”

I feel like I am in trouble now. “No, I don’t think so. I don’t show people the photos on my phone.”

You quickly look around, and gently push me back into a darkened area by a bush and a fence. “Pull out your dick. I want to take a photo of it. I want one on my phone. Fair is fair.” You say with a wicked tone to your voice.

I look around nervously and undo my fly. I pull it out. The air is cold on it.

“Awww, it looks small and cold. I don’t want a photo of that.” You say as squat down in front of me and start stroking it. If feels soft and floppy in your hand. “No this won’t do at all.” You say and then you put it in your mouth.

You feel it soft and warm in your mouth as you suck it. You grab the base and squeeze. You pull it from your mouth and stroke it as it hardens for you.

“What if someone sees us?” I ask.

“Then you better get hard for me so I can take the photo.” You playfully say. “Mmmm, I love your flavor.” You say as you lick the hardening shaft, then suck the tip.

“That’s better.” You take your phone and take a couple of photos. You then grip it hard. “I want you to take a photo of me sucking you. I want you to know your cock is mine to use.”

I take my phone, and snap a couple of photos. One of you with it all the way in your mouth and the other with you looking up as you suck me.

We hear a car drive by. “I think we should finish this back home.” I say.

“Give me just another minute.” You say as you stroke me faster and grip my balls. “I said I enjoy your flavor. I want you to cum in my mouth.” You suck me harder.

You enjoy the feeling of the spongy tip in your mouth and ridge pushing down your tongue as you take it deeper.

I put my phone in my pocket and put my hands on your head. You grab my rear as you move your head up and down on my hard cock. I moan in pleasure.

My cock feels slick with saliva and pre-cum. You can taste my acrid but sweet flavor.

You back up and open your mouth. “Stroke it and cum in my mouth.” You say.

I do, in only a few strokes I shoot strands of cum onto your open mouth and chin. I keep stroking until it stops and dribbles on my hand. You suck the tip, then stand up and kiss me. I can taste myself on your lips, as I put my dick away and do up my fly.

“When we get home, you can return the favor. But no photos this time. Unless I take them.” We walk back to the house.

After a while, as you clasp my hand as you say, “Yes, I like these evening strolls. I think we should do this more often.”

I give you a side hug, “Yes, my dear, I think we should.”

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The Restaurant Date

 

You and I are going to a nice restaurant for dinner. It is the first time in years that we have been able to do this. Between work, kids, bills, and all of the other commitments, we just never seem to have time or money to just go out and have dinner together.

I got a bonus at work, so we decided to make reservations at a restaurant that we haven’t been to since before we got married and had kids. We agreed to dress up, with me in a suit and you wearing a stunning evening gown.

As we are getting dressed, the kids keep asking us questions. “Daddy, why are you putting on a tie?” “You should wear the Paw Patrol tie we got you for your birthday.” And “Mommy, why aren’t you wearing socks? Do those keep your legs warm?” they ask as they watch you put your open-toe stilettos on over your stocking clad feet.

I grab the kids and get them out of the room. “Let’s go to the kitchen and eat something as your mom finishes getting ready.”

You sit quietly in front of the bathroom mirror and do your makeup. Foundation, a little blush, a light tone eye-shadow, some mascara, and then your lipstick. You haven’t done yourself up like that in a very long time. It feels good. You step back and look in the mirror. The dress conceals that you aren’t wearing a bra. You could have, but you like how the material feels against your skin. You walk back and forth a bit. It has been a couple of years since you wore these shoes. Your hips wiggle more than you remember, but it is perfect for an evening out with me. The last touch is to transfer what you need from your “mom purse” to a little clutch that accents the color of your shoes.

Phone, wallet, keys, compact, lipstick, and……. Nope, that is it. Everything else in the purse is what you need for work or the kids. You don’t want to put “wet naps” or hard candy treats into the clutch. Tonight, you want to feel like you did when we were dating.

You close the bedroom door behind you and smell chicken nuggets.

In the kitchen you see me, with oven mitts on, pulling out a tray with dinosaur shaped nuggets. “Who is ready for their dinosaurs?” I ask in a playful tone. The kids are holding their thick paper plates in their hands. “Me” “Me!” “Mine, Mine, Mine” you hear excited their voices say.

“Ok, sit at the table and here come the Dinosaurs! Roar!” I say as I hold the tray in one hand and a spatula in the other. The kids quickly sit down with their plates in front of them. 

The doorbell rings. “I got it Dear. It’s probably the sitter.” You say.

At the door is the neighbor girl who has watched your kids before, when you needed help. “I’m glad you’re here. The kids are eating. We thought if we fed them before we left that would be one less thing for you to worry about.” 

She is carrying a small bag with some books. “Thanks. I have your numbers on my phone, and when then kids finish eating, we will watch a Disney movie. Is there any problem with that?”

“No. Let them watch one movie, then brush teeth and off to bed. If you want to read to them, you can. We should only be gone for a few hours.” 

I step from the kitchen putting on my suit coat, “Thanks for watching the kids tonight. Call us if you have any problems.” I say. “Goodnight kids. Be good for the sitter.” I call back to the kitchen. 

The kids run to us “Kiss us goodnight before you go.” They say. I hug one, as you hug and kiss the other. There is a light lipstick print on their cheek. “Me next Mommy.” Says the other one, which you happily do.

“Now go finish your dinner, or no Disney movie tonight.” You say.

“Movie, Movie” they both scream and head back to their nuggets.

We finally get out of the house and to the car. I hold the car door open for you. As you step in, I see your lovely leg all the way to the top of your stockings as it is moves through the slit in your dress. I slowly “wolf whistle” in appreciation.

I step closer and kiss you. “If I haven’t told you recently, you are the most beautiful woman in the world and I am happy I married you.” Then I close your door and climb in the other side. As I drive, I rest my right hand on the gear shift, and you place your left hand on it. You enjoy feeling my warm hand. The hand that just baked chicken nuggets for the kids is the same hand taking you out to a fancy restaurant. You lean your head against my shoulder and sigh contentedly. “I wish we could do this more often.” You say. I move my hand from the gearshift and rest it on your left knee.

As we are sitting at a table in the restaurant which has the lights turned down and mostly lit by candles, the waiter asks “Would you like to start with some champagne?” I was about to say yes, when you instead say. “Do you have a Muscadet?” The waiter, quickly responds, “Here is our wine list, Madam.”

You quickly look it over and say “We will have a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc.” As you hand him back the list.

“Very well, Madam. Do you need to see the menu or do you know what you want?”

“Menus please.” You say, though you smile a knowing smile at me.

“I will be back with your wine.” He says as he turns and walks away.

“Darling, do you have something in mind?” I ask. “I thought you would have just gone with the traditional champagne dinner.”

You slowly move your leg up and down, rubbing it against mine. “I read something in one of the women’s magazines and I am dying to try it. Oysters with white wine. It has been a very long time since we did anything like it.” As you continue moving your leg slowly up and down against mine.

“Should I move my chair closer?” I ask, smiling. You slowly shake your head.

“You don’t have anyone behind you, so let’s move mine.” Standing up we both move your chair next to mine instead of across the table from me.

The waiter returns with the bottle of wine asking “Is everything okay?”

“Yes.” I say, our hands entwined. “We would like the Oysters on the half shell.”

“Yes sir, we also have fresh trout or cod. If you would like?”

You bring my hand to your lips and softly kiss it. “No. The oysters will do for now.”

“Very good, Madam.” He says as he fills the wine glasses and sets the bottle down.

Taking the glasses with our free hands we lightly clink our glasses in a toast. “Here is to a quiet evening out, with the most beautiful woman I know.”

“And here is to the handsome man who is my perfect partner.” you respond.

The wine is a little dry. But then again, we really haven’t had wine in a while aside from that sweet communion wine at church.

“So, what was the article in the women’s magazine about?” I ask. “Ways to seduce your husband?”

You smile and lean forward to kiss me. “ ‘10 ways to surprise you lover’ And the food and wine combination is only one of them.” I kiss you softly. “What are the other 9 ways? Are you going to tell me, or will I have to wait?”

You press closer and your tongue slowly goes into my mouth. You kiss me deeper and more passionately, then release me. “You will have to wait.” You say with a devilish grin.

I slowly look around, wondering if any had been watching. You lean in closer and say, “Let them watch. If you are lucky, they will get a good show.”

The night continues on like this. You are in a playful and seductive mood.

We feed each other oysters. The article was right, the flavor of the wine goes well with the tang of the oysters. After a bit, you excuse yourself to go to the ladies’ room.

More than once I commented about how happy I am that the table cloth hides how hard I am. My excitement is caused by your sexy tone and attitude, the cut of your dress which is barely hiding your lovely breasts, and you moving your hand under the table to my lap from time to time to squeeze my hard cock through my pants.

Once you return and sit, you take my hand and move it under the table, guiding it up the slit in your dress, up along the tops of your stockings and thighs, until you place it on your bare pussy. Leaning in again you whisper “I have been teasing you, so now it is your turn to tease me back. The anticipation of that already has me damp.” You say as you then place a wet finger to my lips. I kiss it and taste your flavor. I slowly move the fingers under the table, along your damp pussy lips. Moving them up and down. I look deeply into your eyes as I occupy my other hand with my wine glass. “ ‘10 ways to Surprise your lover.’ I think I should have read the article.” I say as I take a sip of my wine. You feel my fingers slowly moving into your sweet wet cunt. 

You take my wine glass from me and sip it. “I think you will do just fine without reading it.”

“Is there something else I can get for you, Sir and Madam?” asks the waiter. We were so focused on each other we hadn’t noticed him, or anyone else in the restaurant. “We have a dessert menu, if you would like to look at it?”

You try to keep your composure as you feel my fingers slowly sliding deeper into your pussy. “Yes, I would like a moment to read the dessert menu. Don’t you think we need a few minutes to discuss dessert, Darling?” “Whatever you would enjoy, my love.”

You take the small laminated sheet. “Please give us a few minutes.” You say as you feel my thumb slowly rubbing your clit. “Very good, Madam”

“I, so badly want to crawl under this table and suck your cock in front of everyone.” You say in a low tone. The elderly couple in the table near us might have overheard, because the man makes a coughing noise for a moment, as his wife gives you a knowing look and slight smile.

“Let’s get the check and finish up in the car. I would hate to get kicked out, for causing a scene, or have to have an ambulance called.” I say as I motion my head towards the elderly couple. You lean in and nibble my ear lobe. “You are right, but it is so tempting to flash everyone on my way out.” “That would definitely be a way to surprise your lover.” I say, chuckling.

As the waiter brings the check he smiles, and says “I hope you enjoyed everything.”

I sign the receipt, leaving him a nice tip. “Yes,” I say as I hold you in a sideways hug “We enjoyed everything tonight. We hope to return another time.” You put your arm behind me and squeeze my ass, knowing that the elderly couple will clearly see it.

Once we get into the car, you have me move my seat back and lean it as far back as I can. “Undo your pants. I want to ride you while we are still here in the parking lot.”

I undo my pants, sit in the seat, and lean back as you straddle me. You lift your dress as you lower yourself on my hard cock. Guiding the tip into position, you slowly work me into you, going up and down until I am fully there. The smooth feeling of the stockings on your legs feel good as you rock back and forth. Grinding your wet cunt harder and faster as I reach up, slide your breasts free, and grip your nipples. My fingers pinch your hard nipples as you press your clit hard against me. You feel your pleasure building. You tighten your knees around me as you cum. I let go of your nipples and grab your hips. You feel me thrust up into you. “I’m almost there.” I say, breathing harder and gripping your hips. In a moment, you feel me thrust and hold it as I cum inside of you.

I release you and you climb off of me. Then you straighten your dress, and I pull up my slacks. You notice a few people getting into their cars. Maybe they had been watching you. The thought of that turns you on a bit. “I think we put on a show.” You tell me as you sit down and buckle up. “Mmmm, I wish I had known. Maybe I would have cum sooner.”

I lean over and kiss you passionately. “Let’s go and send the babysitter home.”

You kiss me back, and grab my hand tightly. “Thank you for tonight. I love you so much.”

“I know. I love you too.”

“By the way, did you do all 10 things from the article?”

You lean close and whisper in my ear. “That’s for me to know, and you to find out.” You snuggle closely as we drive back home.

The Adventurer - Traveling to the Winter Festival - Part 2

 

After a few minutes, the music and noises of the camp are loud and clear. You yell, “I am coming back into the camp, and I brought guests.”

The music and movement stop for a minute as you step from the deer path into the meadow lit by the cookfires and the elf’s magic sphere. “Master Tanner, we have a group of elves who are also traveling to the Valley for the Festival. They wish…”

The one carrying the orb steps forward, “We wish to get some water at the well, rest for the night, and would enjoy sharing your fires. We have wine and food, which we are willing to share.”

Master Tanner stands up and extends his hand in a sign of peace and friendship. The Elf grips him by the forearm in a manner very familiar to you and they exchange greetings.

The Elves introduce themselves as Aladan, Caranar, Malwen, Tathar, and Kalglin, who is the one with the light orb. They quickly move to the well and refill their water skins.

Aladan, the one who you first encountered on the trail, sits by one of the firepits, opens his pack and pulls out a wineskin and package of travel rations. “Scout, Will you share food and drink with me?” he asks. You recognize immediately his offer as a sign of respect between peers. If you had any alcohol, you would have made a similar offer.

“Of course.” You say as you set your bow, and your sword next to your pack and saddle, then sit down near him. You notice that Kalglin is moving around the edge of the meadow and setting wards. “Is Kalglin a mage?” you ask Aladan.

“Of course.” he responds as he fills a small copper kettle from his waterskin and sets it over the fire. 

“Why is he setting wards for the night? Isn’t it better to just post guards?” you ask as you keep watching him.

“Have you worked with mages before, Milady Scout?”

“Not in a group this small. Only battlemages when I was in the Queen’s Army.”

He takes the kettle from the fire and pours some hot water into small wooden bowl and adds a dried fruit cake. The smell from the bowl is like sweet oatmeal with fruit. He stirs it with a wooden spoon. “Have you had elvish travel rations?”

You shake your head, “No, but I accept what you offer in the spirit in which it is given.” Remembering to use the universal code phrases that scouts and soldiers use when encountering other races. Upon hearing your response, he smiles and hands you the bowl,

“As a fellow traveler, I offer you food and drink that you may rest and be at peace.”

You take the bowl “May I borrow your spoon? Mine is packed up in my kit.” He nods and smiles again.

“Milady Scout, how long were you with the Queen’s Guards? Were you part of the Diplomatic Corps?” You take his spoon, shaking your head.

At that moment you hear Kalglin claps his hands over his head, and a glowing dome covers the entire meadow. “Master Tanner, all in the meadow are now protected for the night. Nothing can enter nor exit without our consent.” He announces.

All of the elves cheer and visibly relax. You notice that Caranar and Malwen kiss and strip off their leather armor. Tathar is offering elvish wine to Master Tanner, and apparently asking what kind of leather goods he sells.

You take a spoonful of the elvish rations. It tastes like freshly made oatmeal with honey and various types of berries. The berries taste fresh, but you know they were dried before he added the water. “Mmmmm that is much better than my travel stew. Dried meat added to whatever root vegetables I brought with me. How is the fruit fresh?”

He smiles and offers his wineskin. “That is all part of Fae preparation. I am but a soldier and not a cook so I really do not know how they are made, only how to prepare and eat them. You said you had not been one of the Queen’s Guards, yet you know the diplomatic phrases? Why is that?” 

You sip the wine. It tastes sweeter than you normally drink but it is good. “I was simply a soldier. But I paid attention and learned whatever I thought would be of use. There are times, when as a sword-for-hire, diplomacy is the preferred answer.” As you hand the wineskin back to him along with the bowl and spoon. He takes a bite of the oatmeal and a sip of wine.

This goes on for a while. The members of the camp enjoying and sharing what they have. A couple of the teamsters had some bottles of whiskey, which they shared in exchange for elvish wine. A couple of merchants even opened their travel trunks and sold a few items to the elves. Mostly leather good and copper or tin utensils.

Soon Tathar starts playing a flute, and one of the teamsters joins with his guitar. Another starts beating rhythm on a hand drum. Music fills the meadow. Caranar and Malwen dance enthusiastically, and have merchants and teamsters join them.

“Would you like to dance, Milady Scout?” Aladan asks as he stands and extends his hand. “I would love to” you say. You feel the music moving through you as you dance.

The tempos of the songs change from joyous reels to something you aren’t familiar with. You see the elves rub their bodies against their dance partners. Malwen grabs a merchant and is sandwiched between him and Caranar. You are a little surprised when she kisses each of them and then Caranar kisses them both. But it all seems to go well with the music. Aladan holds you and slowly caresses your body. Even through your thick leathers, you can feel his hands. You caress him in turn, moving your hands up and down his body in rhythm with the music. The music drops off but the people are still moving. You have an uncontrollable urge to kiss Aladan, so you do, deeply. He holds you tightly. “This feels so good.” You think. He releases you and unties his shirt.

You had always heard that elves had bare chests but you are happily surprised to see that it’s true. You notice that Tathar is stripping off her clothing, as are the two musicians. You lost track of Kalglin, but for the moment you just feel sexual desire building, and you lick Aladan’s pale nipples. “Mmmm” he moans as he continues unlacing his pants. 

“Yes, I want his cod.” You think. “Wait! Why am I so filled with desire? Is there a spell? Did they trick us with the wine?” You stop and hold Aladan still for a moment. “I want you, but this doesn’t feel normal. It is a spell?”

He nods and kisses you deeply. “It is a spell of friendship and desire. It is part of the protection dome, that Kalglin placed. It prevents negative thoughts and feelings and, aided by music and drink, brings out sexual desires. It is how we express our close bonds of friendship. Please accept it for what it is and don’t fight against it.”

He removes his pants and you see his hardening member. It looks strange to not have pubic hair around it, but you have a strong desire to suck it.

You hear some moans from around the meadow. Malwen is sucking her merchant’s hard hairy piece, as Caranar is licking her ass. It looks so sexy and turns you on more.

You take a moment and remove your travel leathers. You get on your knees and notice that the hard brown winter grass is now soft and warm as if in late spring. Grabbing Aladan’s smooth firm shaft you slowly stoke it. The foreskin slides back and forth, exposing a pale pink tip. You lick it. The flavor reminds you of the wine. Not that it tastes like elf wine, but there is a smell and flavor that reminds you of it. You lick around the tip and then slowly lick up and down the shaft. You continue to stroke it as you take it into your mouth. It feels good as he places his hands on your head. As you suck him, your quaynt tingles with anticipation. “Have you ever been ridden by a woman?” you ask.

“What do you mean, Milady Scout?” You smile wickedly at him, stand up and playfully trip him so he is on his back. Grabbing his wrists and holding them firmly against the ground, you slowly lower yourself onto is hard cock. “Oh.” He says “Yes, woman on top, we call it. Yes, please ‘Ride Me’.” Using as much control as you can, you slowly rub your wet nether lips along his pillicock as it lies on his flat stomach. Going back and forth, teasing both him and yourself. You feel such sexual drive and desire growing in you.

Releasing one hand, you position yourself and feed his tip inside of you. Slowly moving down and up, you take him deeper into your wet cunt. Once he is fully in, you ride him in the same back and forth motion you used in the saddle earlier today. You rock back and forth harder and faster. “Oh yes, Milady. Ride me. Your wet quim feels so good on me.” He says as he reaches up and firmly pulls your nipples. That additional feeling is what you needed. You feel your orgasm building within you. “Oh Yes” you hear him say under you. Clamping your thighs tightly around him your cunt pulses around his hard shaft. You just realized that you are sweating a bit as you get off of him. His wet hard cock glistens in the firelight against his pale skin.

He hasn’t released his seed yet and you want to see and taste it. You grab him firmly and stroke it, one hand on the shaft as the other massages his hairless balls. After a few minutes of vigorously stroking, it feels even more slick with his juices and even harder. It spurts into the air and you lick the tip tasting his issue. It tastes similar to when you first sucked him, just sharper and more pronounced. You suck it firmly and he moans in pleasure.

You release him and he sits up. “My turn.” He says as he pushes you back and spreads your legs. His tongue licks up and down your quaynt still oozing your juices. He licks slowly at first, as if tasting you, and then hungrily devours you. His smooth, slick tongue moves faster than you imagine, and then he sucks you. You grab his head and hump his mouth in pleasure as you climax again. He licks your juices from your wet open cunt. As you release his head, you see his mouth glistening with your wetness. He kisses you and you taste yourself on his mouth, as he tastes himself on you.

The spell seems to have reached its crescendo, as you watch others finishing also. You get up, still naked and draw some water from the well. The area under the magic dome seems warmer than it was earlier. You look up and see smoke pass through the dome, but apparently heat is trapped and keeping everyone warm on this cold winter night.

The well water is still icy cold as you splash some on you and then pull a towel from your pack, to wipe and dry yourself. Aladan also goes to the well, carrying a wash rag, towel, and a small cake of soap. He quickly washes with the cold water. As you get dressed, you watch his thin but muscular body as he dries himself.

“That was enjoyable. How much of that was magic and how much was real?” you ask.

“It was all real. All the spell did was to help everyone relax and act on their desires. The energy raised by the music, dancing, and sex, strengthened the dome, and ensured that everyone will be safe all night. Speaking of which, I think we should get some sleep.” He pulls a small rolled blanket from his pack, unrolls it, and lies down.

You yawn, unroll your bedroll, use your saddle as a pillow, and close your eyes.

When you open them again, the elves are sitting in a circle having breakfast with a couple of the teamsters. You smell some bacon frying and get up.

Joining the others, you ask if you can have some bacon too, and then you check your horse and prepare to travel. Some of the others are still asleep, but others are readying the animals, and hitching up the wagons.

Kalglin stands near the well and speaks loudly, “My new friends and fellow travelers, as soon as the campfires are out, and everyone is ready, I will release the dome. You might have noticed that the air in here is warmer than what is outside of the dome. I only warn you, so you aren’t shocked by the rush of cold air.” He lights a long-stemmed pipe and quietly smokes, wearing his pack and leaning against the well.

When everyone is ready, he tamps out and empties his pipe, and puts it away in a pocket on his pack. He straightens up, mutters some words, and claps his hands over his head. The transparent dome glows brightly and then disappears. A cold wind blow from the forest road.

You quickly ride down the road to check to ensure that it is clear. When you return, the caravan is lined up and ready to go, with the elves spread out, in among the wagons. Aladan, near the front, Kalglin by Master Tanner, and the others spread out with Tathar taking up the rear.

You pleasantly chat while keeping watch. It is much easier guarding the caravan with the help of the elves. The rest of the trip is uneventful, aside from learning, during a rest and water break, that Caranar and Malwen would like to have you join them in celebration during the festival. “Milady Scout,” he says, “If you are amenable to sharing sexual pleasure with both myself and my mate, we would enjoy sharing ourselves with you, and try to “have you ride” each of us. Watching you and Aladan was very erotic, and gave us enjoyment as we shared ourselves with the merchant.”

You smile at the thought of exciting them as they watched you, because you were turned on watching them too, when you weren’t focused on Aladan. 

“I accept what you offer in the spirit for which it is given.” You say and they smile broadly, kiss quickly and then prepare to continue on to the Valley.

When the caravan arrives at the valley, Master Tanner, hands you a bag of coins. “Mistress Swordlady, thank you for the good luck you have brought us. We added a bonus to your pay. The teamsters and merchant all agreed that this journey was pleasant and even profitable. I hope you enjoy your time at the Festival.”

Taking the bag and placing it into a larger pouch, you look over his shoulder at the Elves, who look as happy as the merchants to be here. “Thank you, Master Tanner, I have a feeling I will enjoy my time here.”

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