Rendezvous (3 page)

“
It’s a bit chilly out
lately.”

Heather had talked about doing it on a
beach under moonlight. Braden chuckled. There was plenty of food
for thought there, but he had a surprise in store for Heather
already, one which went beyond a few bucks worth of lingerie. He’d
gone into the farm equipment dealership early on a Sunday morning
and made it up himself.

“
Yeah, you’d love that,
wouldn’t you? My little fuck buddy.”

They smiled into each other’s
eyes.

They kissed, Heather with her eyes
closed in trust, and Braden’s eyes open to look at the little bits
and pieces he could see from that limited angle. Their arms were
wrapped around one another. Heather was taller on the shoes, but
the sight of lacy stockings, straps and that pale little ass down
there, looking over the shoulder, was a reminder that they didn’t
have all night and that Braden had to work in the morning. Heather
stoked his penis through the cloth and began taking his pants down
for him. Braden held the pants on with one hand.

“
Close your eyes.” Peeling
her off, Braden rummaged quietly in one of his bags for a
moment.

Heather felt something cold and hard
and unyielding encircling her neck and then Braden snapped the
catch. There was a faint tinkling noise.

“
Okay, you can open them
up now.”

He stood in front of Heather holding
the end of a short length of golden chain. Collared with a wide
brass ring, his beautiful bitch had a bit of white around the eyes,
but she looked interested too. Heather glowed with a look of
anticipation, prepared to fall to her knees at any
moment.

“
It’s about time someone
around here took charge of things.” Heather’s nipples were at full
alert.

Braden grinned.

“
Come here, my lovely
little cock-monkey…” She giggled at that one.

Putting Heather on her hands and knees
on the bed, head towards the foot of it, Braden snap-fastened her
to the leg, and then made her watch as he sat on a chair on the far
side of the room, stripping off his damp-feeling socks and finally
his trousers and underwear.

The look on Heather’s face, and the
things she said, as Braden sat there fondling his cock with a
sardonic grin and a few remarks of his own, were like icing on the
cake.

He really should just sit there and
whack off. Make her sweat.

Finally, he got up and wandered over,
and Heather in some inspiration wagged her ass like a dog, tongue
hanging out and even involuntarily drooling a bit. Braden picked up
Heather’s camera and snapped a flash-picture or two of her tucking
into the welcome task of giving him a blow-job. He put the camera
on video-record and kept going.

For some reason, the thought of
someone or something seeing them do it was an added thrill. It
drove Heather that much wilder, as Braden watched in the
viewfinder, Heather going back and forth, up and down, pinching
Braden’s bum with her fingernails to drive him forward and
murmuring sweet delight at the taste, the sounds, the visuals. The
poor girl had been so starved of any kind of affection for so long.
This fit in precisely with Braden’s plans, as he kind of had a
thing for dominance, albeit not too strenuous or, or, rather
degrading…some ideas were a definite turn-off. He liked Heather,
maybe that was the thing. She was sexy as hell and didn’t even
really realize it.

“
You’re such a horny
bitch.”

“
I love your
cock.”

The words, they were so important to
understanding her. Heather was a kind of sexual adrenalin junkie in
her own way. Braden had put some thought into the weekend, trying
to figure out how to pack as much fun as possible for the two of
them into two nights and two days. There wasn’t much available
time. He had to work much of the weekend, attending the display and
at least a small dinner with one or two customers to sort of
justify the expense of the trip. A sale or two would make all the
difference in the world.

Braden made the mistake of stopping
his train of thought for a moment—it was like thinking about
basketball, and right about then the picture of a very happy and
horny Heather got to him. There was something about that wriggling
pale body and sexy ass, all dressed up in her little costume, the
gasps and moans from Heather. She clearly loved this.

A sharp, sweet, burning sensation
began to build and build in his cock, especially the
tip.

“
Good bitch, good
bitch…”

Heather plunged up and down, gasping
through her nose.

“
Ah—ah…ahhhhh…!”

He came in Heather’s mouth, he came in
Heather’s face, and he came all over Heather’s neck and shoulders,
surprised a bit that she could do that to him, but relaxing and
then just letting go, still wary of all those sharp teeth in there.
She held on for dear life. Heather kept pulling him in closer with
pursing lips, jabbing fingernails into his buttocks, mouth greedily
seeking gratification and a kind of sexual vengeance. She needed
the stimulus or something. That was it.

On trembling knees, finally Braden
managed to pull away.

“
Whoa.” He stumbled a
bit.

He unchained Heather, and the pair
fell on the bed, the right-hand one, and Heather reached for the
tissues as Braden held her and gazed into her eyes, eyes on the
prize he thought, and stroking Heather’s tummy.

“
Gotcha.”

Braden gave a cleaned-up Heather a
long, thorough kiss.

“
Yeah…I guess you
did.”

Heather winked.

“
I guess you owe me one,
huh?” She smiled in pure evil mischief.

Heather had some power in the
equation, and enjoyed using it now that she had some sexual
confidence. She knew what she liked and was losing her shyness. A
bond of trust was forming.

As she had said all those weeks ago in
chat, Heather had always wanted to know what it felt like to be a
real woman, but it was all raw sex so far. To Braden, it was just
another way of saying the same thing, although the notion of being
anything other than what he was didn’t appeal to him for some
reason. It wasn’t his thing, although he had been there a time or
two. Everyone thinks their life might have been different. After
years of self-denial, Heather was blossoming like a sexual
debutante, a strange thought but fitting enough.

Heather licked a finger tip and marked
up another in the win column on some invisible chalkboard that
hovered only in her imagination, but Braden got the picture and
laughed in spite of his spent state.

One way or another, things would work
out.

Scene Two

As late as it was, Braden’s persistent
erection was enough to prompt another move in their little love
game. He made Heather put a condom on it and then turn around on
the bed again. Braden lubricated his hand, and grasping Heather’s
cunt, he fucked her slowly from behind, stroking her clitoris with
a finger, whispering in her ear, and nibbling and kissing when not
otherwise occupied.

Heather writhed and panted and twisted
and moaned, until such point that Braden stopped pinching her
nipples and stroking her belly, to cover her mouth in an effort to
keep the noise down. It was late and the walls were thin
enough.

“
The walls have ears.”
Braden shoved his tongue into Heather’s right ear and then nibbled
the ear-lobe.

Stroke, stroke, stroke…

The thought of being caught, the fact
that someone might figure it out worked on Heather…

“
People in the next room…”
She started to gyrate.

Heather went into a tail-spin of
orgasm, and the moans of pleasure even through his hand, the wet
jets of air coming out of the nostrils, it was enough to send
Braden into an unexpected second orgasm. They shuddered together as
one, Heather finally tearing away Braden’s hand and taking in big
gulps of air. Braden sucked in air as well, clutching his forehead
and just looking at her. He couldn’t get enough of her.

“
Oh, my word.” Heather
wriggled contentedly, as this time Braden reached for the tissues,
his penis still stiff and hard inside of Heather.

On that thought, the erection began to
subside.

Leaving it in there for the moment,
Braden lay back and watched while Heather cleaned up a little, her
being all sweaty on the forehead and temple areas.

“
Give me a
couple.”

Heather handed a small handful
over.

“
Thank you.”

“
No, lover, thank
you.”

Braden’s dick finally fell out and he
got up to have a quick shower before going to bed.

#

Braden was up very early, but when
Heather heard him in the shower, she rolled over and went back to
sleep, exhausted from the emotional roller-coaster ride of the last
twelve hours.

When she woke again, the brilliant sun
was streaming in through open screens and billowing curtains. The
day was to be warm and windy, unseasonably so for early
September.

Heather had a luxuriant shower, and
then cleaned up the place, making sure all the naughty bits of kit
were hidden in either her bags or Braden’s for when housekeeping
came in to do the room.

She dressed in jeans with soft suede
brown oxfords, a white blouse and Braden’s jean jacket. Heather
went looking for coffee first, some breakfast a bit later and
around noon or so she would look up the Morgan Tractors display
which was in a large convention venue a few blocks away across the
downtown core. Heather would blend in to the suburban
landscape.

With the help of her new
smart-phone and some careful key word selection, she soon found a
couple of shops she could look into to help pass the time. The
better ads had maps of the adjacent streets. Now that Heather was
committed, and in a city a long ways from home, she could buy a few
clothes and accessories on her own. Exactly where she might
hide
them was another
story. She stepped out of the hotel and into the street, chin up in
anticipation and simple good humour, looking at everything as if
the world was brand new and she was its proud new owner.

Such freedom was a heady thought, but
Braden only had so many hours, and so much energy to devote to her.
Clinging too tightly would only embarrass and ultimately irritate
him. Heather wondered what life in another town would be like. At
least she would know someone.

She would fill up the hours somehow.
People always did, didn’t they?

If they managed to get together for a
Slurpy and a couple of Seven-Eleven hotdogs for lunch, then that
would just have to suffice for the time being.

#

“
I see you’ve been doing
some shopping.”

It wasn’t hot dogs, but
sidewalk-grilled cheeseburgers dripping with fried onions and a
heaping paper plate of fries smothered in vinegar and ketchup.
Tall, frosty mugs of Carlsberg Light were refreshingly welcome, and
the pair munched in amiable silence for a while under the parasols
of the round, black iron and glass tables scattered in a clump
along this stretch.

“
Have I got a surprise for
you.” Heather dare not say more as they were surrounded by other
folks busy with a weekend brunch or just sipping coffee and reading
the little ebooks that were all the rage these days.

“
Somehow that doesn’t
surprise me.” Braden risked a quick pat on the back of Heather’s
hand, knowing how shy she was and realizing that what Heather felt
was of some importance to him.

He hadn’t felt that way about anyone
or anything for a long time and it came as a kind of pleasant
surprise.

Heather leaned over.

“
Don’t ask me to model it
right now, please, lover?”

“
I wouldn’t dream of
sharing that.”

Heather pouted her pleasure, drawing
an odd look from a passer-by, just another loner looking for a
table in the open air café. She knocked it off, giving Braden a
sober look. Even after all this, she wasn’t used to strange men
looking at her.

One thing at a time, one day at a
time, her look seemed to imply. Her downcast eyes darted back and
forth as he silently watched.

#

They had a rendezvous all planned
out.

Heather timed it to the minute. First
the laying out of the outfit, and this took an inordinate amount of
time, but for the first time in her life, she had some real
choices, and the power to make them. She also kind of saw it in
romantic terms—it was the first time they were going out together,
and with her in real clothes. It was exciting, but scary as hell of
course.

This time of year it got dark
early.

She had a quick shower, shaved her
armpits over and over again, and used the Neet on her legs, and
then made the final decision on the attire.