3 comments/ 39517 views/ 7 favorites Adam and Amber By: Adam and Amber "Oh God," she thought, "He would surely think me some kind of weirdo if he knew I was dreaming of him doing those kind of things to me. He probably wouldn't like it that I was fantasizing about him at all ... much less including bondage in with my fantasy." That thought was quickly followed by her trying to figure out how this seemly sweet man who was so much older than herself had ended up being in her dreams after only meeting him in the first place. As she drifted back to sleep Amber even considered trying to avoid him so she wouldn't end up embarrassing herself further by acting like some sex starved woman. But when she woke up again with the early morning sun shining through her bedroom window, she knew without a doubt that she did want to see Adam again and talk to him more. While she showered and dressed, she thought of how she should go about getting to talk with him again. Amber wondered if she would only have more to blush about if the next time she were to take the next step and maybe invite him over for a dinner. As she mulled this over, she tried to put her memory of the dream behind her, and tried to convince herself as well that she didn't find Adam the least bit attractive. A few days later after Amber had successfully managed to avoid any run ins with Adam, he seemed not to be around; not that she had been looking for him she assured herself on several occasions when she found herself wondering where he was, and why she hadn't seen him outside. She didn't want to admit to herself she was somewhat disappointed he had seemingly disappeared from sight. It was on the fourth day after their dinner when fate finally reared its head and intervened. She had just gotten home from a small trip down to the beach, to take in the sight of it and feel the sea breeze on her face, as well as let the still cool water tickle her toes, when she saw Adam's truck parked in front of the house. Amber rushed into the house, refusing to completely admit to herself she didn't want Adam to witness her dressed in her baggy sweat pants and tee shirt, but she seemed unable to come up with any other reason. She also tried to blame it on the fact that she was in a rush to get ready to go into town for a while, even if she wasn't due to head that way until later in the afternoon. She was greeted by Rogue as she entered the house and she told him that he could go outside to do his doggy business after she was dressed. Rogue wasn't willing to be put off, and kept jumping up on the door, scratching at it until she finally broke down and decided he could go out. "You best not get into trouble, I'm just going to let you out for one minute while I slip on something besides baggy sweats and then I will be out there. Just stay in this yard!" she told him as he trotted out the door after she opened it. Amber then trotted herself towards the bedroom kicking off her shoes, stripping off her sweat pants as she went. Amber was standing looking into her closet for a pair of pants when she heard the screen door slam next door, followed by Rogue barking excitedly. "Oh no" she said aloud and without thought to the fact that she was wearing only a tee shirt that hung down to mid thigh, and a pair of panties underneath, she rushed out of her room and out the front door to see what Rogue had gotten into now. She was half way across the yard when she saw Rogue wasn't getting himself into trouble; instead he was playing with Adam and his dogs. Amber considered her lack of clothes, and how desperate she had been to get outside to see what was going on, and it caused her to turn a hot shade of pink. She would have turned and headed back into the house and just hope she hadn't been seen by Adam, but that wasn't meant to be. Rogue chose that moment to see her and ran towards her, still barking excitedly, drawing Adam's eyes in her direction. Amber quickly decided it would be rude to turn now and head back inside the house without saying anything to her neighbor, but there was a chance that her lack of clothing would make him wonder about her sanity considering the slight chill in the air. "What are you getting me into Rogue?" she questioned the dog as she slowly made her way towards Adam. "I hope he wasn't causing you any trouble." She said to Adam as she got near enough for him to hear sp she didn't have to shout. "No, not at all. Just with my being up in Portland the last couple days, and only coming home for a while at night, I figured they should get out and run for a while." He said nodding his head in the dogs' direction. "Yeah, I noticed that you hadn't been home much lately. If you had said you were going to be gone quite a bit, I could have come over and let them out to run some." Amber said, trying to not look uncomfortable standing there talking in just her tee-shirt. "Well I will keep that in mind. Thank you for the offer, but I didn't know I was going to be away. A business matter came up that I had to go and deal with. It has taken me a while to get it worked out." "I hope it's about settled." Amber said just as a cool breeze blew up under her shirt. She could feel the air billowing out her shirt and the coolness of it causing her nipples to pucker slightly. She blushed at the thought of them showing once the breeze died out again. She decided she needed to get out of his view rather quickly. "I'm sorry, but I really need to go back to the house. I ... uh ... was getting dressed" she paused blushing again. "I have to go into Portland in a little while." She said by way of excuse for her appearance. "No problem. I will be heading back there in a little while as well." "Oh!" she began saying as the breeze died away, and she knew that her nipples were probably standing proud under her shirt. She just hoped that he would be unable to see them or not notice them at the very least. "Um, do you need me to let your dogs out when I get home?" "No, I should be back here late tonight, and then I shouldn't have to go back." "Oh ... okay. Well, I need to go get ready." She began blushing once again. "What are you going to be doing later tonight? While your in town? Or will you be back home early?" Adam questioned as if not sensing her discomfort. "I'm not sure how long I will be there. Why?" "Well I don't like knowing you may be out driving around on these back roads late at night and alone. I was wondering if we could meet somewhere and I could follow you. A single woman out here and having car trouble or something ... sometimes it's hard to find someone to help." Amber realized he was just trying to be sweet, knowing she didn't like the idea of driving late on these back roads alone either. She nodded her head stating. "That would be great. Thank you. Where would you like to meet? How about at the steak and chop house? It's the only place I know, and the only reason I know that is because the realtor said they had great food there." Amber questioned as another cool draft touched and tickled upon the backs of her legs, causing her nipples to harden even more with the chill. "That works fine, I know where it is." "Great, and maybe if you want, I will take you in to eat as a "thank you" for the great dinner you prepared the other night, and your willingness to get me home safe? For now though, I really must go get ready." she said, not waiting for his reply, unable to bear the thought of her nipples poking out at him through her shirt any longer, even if he didn't notice. "Come on Rogue." She called out, and looked back at Adam, "I will be there about Eight tonight." She said as she turned and headed back towards the house. ~~~~ Adam's Story I had a lot to do in Portland so for the next few days I was gone. I came back at night to let the dogs run and I would always look over at Amber's place. It was funny, I knew that I was way too old for her, but the evening I had cooked her dinner was so pleasant and I had enjoyed it so much. I thought it was cute the way she got all flustered when she tried to talk about sexual things. If she only knew the extent of how kinky some people would consider me to be. But that was one area she was not going to learn about. She was way too young and a sweet southern girl like her did not need to be corrupted by the likes of me. It was going to be another day in Portland, but I first wanted to let the dogs out some. I was feeling guilty that they had been so cooped up for the past few days. As I was letting them run, Amber's dog came running over to join in the fun. I thought I heard her call him "Rogue". I whistled for him and he came running over. As the dogs were romping through the yard, I glanced up and was surprised to see Amber headed towards me. All she had on was a tee-shirt and the breeze kept licking at the hem, lifting it up and giving me brief glimpses of an upper thigh and once I thought I saw panties. "I hope that he wasn't causing you any trouble ..." I heard her call out as she walked over. "No ... not at all. Just being up in Portland the last couple of day, and only coming home for a while at night, I figured they should get out and run for a while." The dogs and Rogue were having a great time chasing each other. I couldn't help but notice that Amber was getting uncomfortable standing there in just her tee-shirt. "Yeah ...I noticed that you hadn't been home much lately." I wondered why she was noticing that I hadn't been around much. "If you had said you were going to be gone quite a bit, I could have come over and let them out to run some." The longer she stood there, the more uncomfortable I noticed she was getting. When she first came over, I wondered if she was braless because of the interesting way her breasts had moved under her shirt. Now I started to notice her nipples were waking up from the cool breeze that must have been flowing under her tee. I replied, "Well, I'll keep that in mind. Thank you for the offer, but I didn't know I was going to be away. A business matter came up and I had to go and deal with it. It has taken me longer to get it worked out." I found I was having a hard time not staring at her now much extended nipples. "I hope it's about settled." At that moment another breeze came along and once more lifted the hem of her tee-shirt, giving me another glimpse of panties and thighs. I so much wanted to kid her about her outfit, and the neat show her breasts and the breeze was giving me, but I didn't want her to realize what a dirty old man I really am. I was also starting to be concerned that she might look down. I did not want her to see what the show with the breeze was providing me, and how it was starting to turn me on. I could feel that I was getting firm and I was afraid that if she saw that, our good neighborly relationship would be in the toilet. She excused herself and told me that she had to get going. She too had to get up to Portland for the day. She asked me if I wanted her to let the dogs out this evening and I told her that I expected to be back. I really liked the size of her nipples poking out of her tee-shirt. The shirt was thin enough that I could even see the area around her nipples and I found myself wanting to pull up her shirt and suck on them. I quickly pulled my mind away from that thought. I was worried about getting an erection anyway and thoughts like that were not going to help. I was concerned about her driving around after dark out here and I asked her what she was doing later this evening. Just last month, one of our neighbors came around a corner and hit a deer head on. The deer flipped up and came over the man's hood and crashed through the windshield. He was still in the hospital recovering. I did not want that to happen to Amber. I tired to keep my thoughts centered on her and not her rock hard nipples, but it seemed to be a losing battle. We made arrangement to meet at 8 PM at the local restaurant. I felt that she was embarrassed because of her brief outfit and I was positive that she had caught me looking at her hard protruding nipples. She called Rouge to come with her as she turned and then called back over her shoulder, "I will be there about 8 tonight!" I had to admit that I was excited in ways, and in ways I was worried. I was starting to get feelings for her that I didn't want to have. I know that I am way too old for her and I was worried that if she thought I was making a play for her, it would damage the nice neighborly thing we had going so far. ~ ~ ~ She was a bit late but I wasn't too worried. I know that the drive back from Portland can be a bit tricky if there is much traffic. She looked great as she walked in and I noticed that several of the men in the restaurant turned and watched her walk by. I was very pleased when she stepped up and gave me a quick hug. I knew that there were a lot of very jealous men sitting in the restaurant wishing they were me. We ordered and she told me about her day and then asked me if I had finished with my problems. I told her I was done and that my time was now mine again. After dinner, I followed her home and honked my horn at her as she turned into her drive. The dogs were happy to see me home and I took them out for a quick run. When I returned, I found Amber sitting on my front porch. "What's up?" I asked "Something is wrong with my toilet, it won't flush." "Let's go and take a look ..." I extended my hand to help her up from the chair. When we got to her bathroom, I looked in the toilet and saw that the bowl was full of water. I asked her if she had a plumber's helper and she brought it to me. I tried and tried to break loose whatever was clogging the toilet. I asked her if the other toilet worked and she said she hadn't looked. I asked her to go and flush it and she quickly returned telling me that it too was now clogged. I had no idea how long it had been since the septic had been pumped and I explained that she would have to wait until morning and then call and see how long it would take to get somebody out to pump it." "What am I going to do tonight?" she asked. "Well, I have two bathrooms, and you are welcome to come and use either one whenever you need. There is a shower in both as well as a tub. OK?" "I hate to put you out ..." "Amber, we are neighbors ... it is the least I can to." "Well, do you mind if I come over and grab a shower now? I was going to take one when I got home from Portland and I didn't have time." "Get your stuff and come over." "Give me a second ..." I quickly went home and made sure that the spare bathroom was picked up and that I had fresh towels put out. In just a few minutes Amber showed up at the door and knocked. I opened the door and grinned at her, "Look, I can't keep running to the door to let you in. The door is unlocked and please come and go as you need. You do not have to knock." She blushed slightly and nodded her head. Later as I heard her running the shower and I wondered what she would say if I stepped into the bathroom, opened the shower door and asked her if I could join her. "Knock it off you old fool!" I told myself. "You are way too old for that child." I went to my room and started to put away my clothes from my trip up North when I heard a soft knock at my door. "Come in." I called our. Amber opened up the door and grinned at me, "Thanks, I'm all clean and spotless now." She looked around my room. "So this is your room?" I nodded my head. Amber spotted the leather collar I had sitting on a shelf that I had kept from my wife. One of the things that she had enjoyed was being my sub and having me dominate her. From time to time she had liked for me to spank her and we had explored several areas of BDSM. I wished I had seen the collar earlier and had put it away. "What is that on your shelf?" "That is a collar." I told her. I knew now that she was never going to speak to me again. "A collar? Whose collar is it?" She continued. "It was my wife's. She earned it." I saw no reason now not to be candid with Amber. "Earned it?" "Yes ... she was my sub. In our sexual play, she liked to be dominated." "Dominated? You mean like spanked and stuff?" I noticed she was starting to color, either from embarrassment or from ..... "Amber, I don't wish to be rude, but this is not a subject I feel comfortable having with you." "Why?" "For so many reasons ... let's start with me being old enough to be your father." "Did she like being spanked?" "Amber ... please stop this now. Yes, she liked being spanked, and tied up and ... well, lots of things. Now stop this please and go home. This in very embarrassing. I don't know you well enough to share things like this." I paused, I could not believe how turned on I was becoming with our discussion. I could not believe what I was covering with this lovely young woman. I felt she really needed to go home ... now! I stepped up to her, turned her around and walked her to the door. "You are welcome to come and use the bathroom any time and tomorrow I will help you get the septic fixed. OK?" Amber nodded her head, but I could see that she was lost deep in thought. I was worried that I had shared way too much information with her tonight. I should not have told her about the things that my wife and I had done. I should not have told her that I spanked a woman. "My God, what must she think of me now?" I wondered. ~~~ Amber's Story It had been a very interesting day for Amber to say the least. Not only had she been seen by Adam in her tee shirt, and she still blushed over that, but then she had hugged him in at the restaurant in Portland. Amber wondered what he had thought of her bold move. She still wasn't sure why she had hugged him, but when she had seen him sitting there waiting for her, it just felt like the right thing to do. Then after arriving home to find her toilet clogged and having to go to Adam's house seeking help; only to find that no help could be found at such a late hour was not the way she had planned to end her day. Amber really felt the need for a shower and Adam was kind enough to invite her to take one in the spare bathroom. As she stood in his shower, all kinds of erotic ideas and fantasies filled her head. She had half hoped, and half feared, he would decide to join her while she was showering, so she hurried her shower as much as she could. As she dried off, she found that she was a little disappointed he hadn't attempted to come in and join her. After she finished her shower, she had planned to hurry home, but then she saw him standing in his bedroom. Her first thought was that the bedroom was nice; it still held a woman's touch and it made her wonder about his wife. Amber took in the sight of his bed, and she blushed slightly as her thoughts returned to her erotic dreams she had had in the shower for a moment. However, they was quickly put aside when she looked at a shelf on the wall and noticed there was what she sincerely thought was a collar. "What was he doing with a collar sitting on a shelf like that?" she questioned herself. Wondering about the strange sight, she blurted out, "What is that on your dresser?" He confessed it was a collar and explained how he and his wife had done various kinds of things together. Amber's face flushed and she wondered if he had taken noticed of it. She thought back to her own fantasies of submission, and even to the dream she had of Adam after their first dinner together. She noticed that Adam didn't really seem to want to talk about the collar, but that didn't stop her from wanting to know more. She didn't want to ask so many questions, but once she had seen the collar, she just couldn't hold back. Amber felt horrible that she had made him so uncomfortable when he had virtually pushed her from his house, but it was too tempting to ask about those things ... things that she was so curious about. Light BDSM intrigued her to no end. It had been one of the things she had tried to talk to her husband into pursuing, but he had seemed completely uninterested. Of course, Amber herself hadn't realized exactly what she was after until their marriage started going down hill. Adam and Amber Amber thought back on how she had first discovered the idea of Dominance and submissiveness. It had really been nothing more than curiosities that first lead her to it. In this day and time, almost everything you want to know anything about can be found on the World Wide Web, and as she searched, she had found erotic stories. For a while she had stuck with the straight stuff, romance and erotic couplings, being her favorite topics to read under. Then one day she found a site that had D/s stories and a lot of them. She had heard in the past that those where "beat em up stories" and the women enjoyed it, but curiosity led her to wanting to really see how a person could get into that type of thing. Amber had found a good author rather quickly, and his stories were still her most favorite to read. She had found herself reading in awe of the story, and then the "beat em up" parts began to excite her more than she had ever been excited before. It didn't take long until she let her fingers touch herself, imagining herself in the woman's positions, and by the end of the story she had cum by her own hand. It was the most intense orgasm that she had felt from her own hand in years. Of course, after that, Amber had decided there was no way she should have felt so much from reading one of "those" types of stories, and she avoided them for a while. She returned to reading the "straight" stories, but she missed the way the D/s story had made her feel. Eventually, she did go back to try and find other D/s stories, somewhat hoping it would prove to herself she wasn't into that sort of thing, and then she would be able to just laugh it off. It didn't work that way, and once again she found herself toying with her own clit and wishing it where herself in the stories she read. She found all of it exciting; she wanted to be tied up and have some one else control how much and when she felt something. She also found herself turned on by the idea of the trust the two partners would have to share with one another for the more extreme stuff. Amber wanted to feel that way, and so she began dropping hints to her husband. He would just chuckle at her ideas. He made it all into a huge joke and eventually she put it out of her mind, or tried to, but it was still a little idea that tickled her mind and brought her to several solo orgasms as well. Now, as Amber readied herself for bed, she couldn't stop her mind from wondering what Adam would do, or say, if she confessed to him that she had wanted to try and see what a D/s type setting could be like. Would he laugh at her and tell her that he wasn't interested in her in that way or would he understand and begin trying to control her, have her naked and spread before him? Would they discuss certain limits and develop a safe word as she had read some D/s couples do? How did his wife earn her collar and could she earn one as well? Eventually, all the thoughts of "what if" began to work their magic on Amber and it wasn't long before she had built a fantasy revolving her and Adam, where he was making all her fantasies come true. She would be spanked a little, and then tied up, and he would tease and pinch her nipples, sucking to ease any pain that he may have invoked. Maybe he would nibble and suck on her clit and take her to places she had never known before; all while she was forced to just lie there ... to just enjoy the sensations Adam would send coursing through her body. It didn't take long before the fantasy she was building had her teasing herself. Her fingers were pinching and pulling at her own nipples, and eventually, she reached for her bedside table where she got out her most favorite vibrator and let it work its magic on her clit. She felt it move over her clit and then she pushed it inside her pussy as she pumped it steadily, in and out. Not long after, her body could no longer take the sensations her fantasy, and the vibrations were causing; her body tensed up for a moment before she began riding her orgasmic waves. Her body gripped and then released the toy cock inside her pussy and she shuddered as her body attempted to come to grips with the pleasure she had just given herself. Afterwards, she laid there as her breathing returned to normal, still involved with the thoughts of what she had just given to herself. To some extent, she questioned how thoughts of Adam could take her to such high places, age as well as the fact that he didn't seem too interested, all combined to make it feel weird and she wondered why she was so turned on by it. But, on the other hand, she could no longer try to deny that she did feel attracted to him, whether it made sense or not. Suddenly, the urge hit her. She had forgotten one small detail about her self imposed orgasms. Always after an intense orgasm like the one she had just given herself, the need to go to the bathroom soon followed. "Damn!" she said aloud. Now, she realized she was faced with a decision, either take Adam at his word, and run over there to use the bathroom or try and use her bathroom with the already near to over flowing toilet. Waiting 'til morning was definitely not going to be an option, and she really did not want to go into the already messed up bathroom; but she really hated the idea of going next door at this late hour. She glanced at the clock beside the bed; it was 12:30 in the morning. Would Adam be awake this late? Or would she wake him if she came in? What was even worse, would the door be unlocked so she could get in without disturbing him? The longer she thought about it the more insistent the urge became and by the time she decided she really had to go next door, she had to virtually run, or have an accident on the way. She didn't even take the time to grab her robe, her need was so bad. She thought surely he would be asleep because all the lights were off in the house. She would just sneak in and use the bathroom and hope she would not wake him. The night was cooler than expected as she stepped out of the house with only her light blue silk nightgown on and a pair of pale blue slippers. The cooler air had several effects on her, one being the obvious tightening of her nipples and another being a shiver, quickly followed by an even stronger urge to use the bathroom. She prayed to everyone she could think of that the door to his house would be unlocked when she arrived. She trotted up onto the porch, and tested the door knob, sure enough; the door was unlocked and she managed to slip inside with very little trouble. She managed to find her way to the bathroom without stumbling into anything and as she sat down on the toilet, she thanked everyone from Adam, for leaving the door unlocked and for not having his house much further away from her own and to God above for giving her enough control over her body to still be holding it. She breathed a sigh of relief as her body answered the persistent natures call. "Amber? Is that you?" she heard next and blushed a deep shade of red knowing she had been caught and somewhat regretting her decision to not grab a robe. "Uh, yeah, it's me." She said as she stood and flushed the toilet. After washing her hands and opening the door she continued, "I hope you don't mind. I really needed to borrow your bathroom." "Not at all. I told you that you could." "I know you did and I'm grateful, but I had hoped to not disturb you." "No problem, I wasn't asleep yet." Adam stated. Amber heard him shuffling around and then saw his bedroom light turn on. "Oh no!" she thought. "I know it can't be much fun for you to have to run next door to answer nature's call." Amber saw his shadow moving around the bedroom and wished she could find a way to make a hasty retreat but couldn't come up with any ideas on how to do it without seeming to be ungrateful to him for letting her use his bathroom. "No, it isn't. I will be glad when my toilet works again." She said trying to laugh to hide her discomfort. A moment too late, she came up with the idea of excusing herself by saying that she knew he was probably tired so she would head back home now and she would thank him again as she headed out the door, because he chose that moment to open his bedroom door more than the crack. A split second later she saw him step around it and come into view. She felt more than saw, or maybe just wanted to think he noticed, his eyes take in the sight of her standing there. She knew what it must look like from his point of view. She was very conscious of the way the blue silk would shine in the light, and how the gown fell to just below her bottom but it would drape over her breasts, especially now if they were still hardened from the chill outside. She wanted to look down and make sure they weren't but doing so would have been too obvious. She took in the sight of him though his front was shadowed by the light behind him. She noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt, only a loose pair of jogging pants, "does he sleep in those?" she questioned silently. She saw a shadow of hair over his chest; though it was difficult to tell how much was there; the light playing tricks with her eyes. She reddened in the face when she looked lower to see the hint of hair leading down into the waist band of his pants and she was reminded of her vivid imagination earlier. "Uh ... I know you must be tired. I need to go home." Amber began timidly. "I ... uh ... am glad you're awake though. I wanted to apologize for earlier. I shouldn't have asked so many questions. It's just I'm ... uh ... curious about that kind of thing and it got the best of me. I won't ask anything more. Um ... you have a good night. I will talk to you tomorrow ... maybe." Amber stuttered through her apology and her good nights, and hurried toward the door, not waiting for his replies. ~~~ Adam's Story "Oh shit ... shit, shit, shit!" I muttered to myself. How could I have been so stupid? Why had I told her so much about Linda and me? Why didn't I just tell her that the collar was for one of the dogs and I forgot that I had put it on the shelf? Well, tomorrow I would have to go over and see if I could fix things. Perhaps if I got the septic service out early and got her plumbing taken care of, she would at least start to forgive me. What the hell was I thinking anyway? I lay in my bed and pondered the weird conversation I had had earlier with Amber. I doubt if I would have shared so much if she would have just stopped when I asked her to. I knew it was my fault that I shared so much, but did she have to be so curious? Why had she asked so many questions? As I lay in bed, my thoughts strayed to Linda and remembered the good times we had. I recalled how hard it had been for Linda to share with me her desires to be dominated. It had taken years before she had completely shared it all with me. Eventually she had shared how she longed to be tied, and blindfolded. She had found sites on line for me to read about spanking and over time I was able to see it was an issue of trust. Linda had trusted me completely and knew that I would not harm her. Over time we learned how much she enjoyed being totally subservient and the wonderful sexual release she received when she was bound and spanked. I was starting to get hard and my hand slipped down inside of my sweats. I was slowly moving my hand over my erection when I heard the front door open. I wondered why Amber was returning. As I lay quietly in my bed, I heard the door open to the spare bathroom and in the still of the night; I could hear her relieving herself as her pee hit the water in the toilet. For a brief moment I wondered if she was like Linda had been. Whenever Linda had experienced an extremely strong climax, shortly after she had to pee. Not just a little pee, but one that I used to kid her about. It seemed to go on for ever. She would tell me it was my fault that I had jiggled it out of her and we would laugh. I noticed that Amber's did go on for a lengthy time. For some perverse reason, I decided to call out to her. I knew it had to be her, and I was sure she had just wanted to sneak in and relieve herself and then quietly slip away. "Amber? Is that you?' I asked. Her voice seemed to be subdued and it almost reminded me of a kid getting caught doing something they were told not to do. "Uh ... yeah ... it's me." I heard the toilet flush and then water running in the sink. She continued, "I hope you don't mind. I really needed to borrow your bathroom." "Not at all! I told you that you could." I didn't know how to make it any clearer that she had full run of the house. "I know you did and I'm grateful, but I hoped not to disturb you." "No problem. I wasn't asleep yet." There was no way I was going to tell her what I had been doing. I got up and started to move towards the door. I continued on, "I know it can't be much fun for you to have to run next door to answer nature's call." I heard her tell me, "No, it isn't. I will be glad when my toilet works again." I opened my door and found her standing in the hallway. I was stunned by the sight of her as the light from my room illuminated her. Amber had on a very sexy, light blue, silk night shirt that barely came below her bottom. I didn't know if was from the cold night air, or from her recent pee, but her nipples were hard as little rocks and they were pushing their way against the silk of her top. I was at a total loss for words. If I had known that she was just in her night shirt, I would have let her come and do her business and leave. I really thought she would have worn a robe or something, I guessed she must have thought I would have been asleep and she felt she was safe to sneak over dressed as she was. I wanted to say what a beautiful sight she was, but I didn't want to embarrass her anymore than I could see she already was. With a very timid voice, Amber said, "Um ... I know you must be tired. I need to go home." There was a short pause and she continued, "I ... um ... am glad you're awake though. I wanted to apologize for earlier; I shouldn't have asked so many questions. I'm ... uh ... curious about that kind of thing and it got the best of me. I won't ask anything more. Uh ... you have a good night. I'll see you tomorrow ... maybe." Her apology was said with a stutter and as she turned to leave, it suddenly struck me; this young lady wanted to be dominated. This beautiful creature standing in my hallway wanted to be taken! I was starting to get the feeling that she wanted me to take her. All of the questions, all of her wondering ... she wanted a man to take her and posses her as I used to take Linda. Amber wanted ... no she needed to be somebody's sub. But wait ... was I the one to show her? How would she feel to have somebody as old as I am take her physically? Her hand seemed to tremble as she reached for the door knob. Perhaps I was being a fool, but like they say, there is no fool like an old fool. "Amber ... stop!" He hand rested on the knob, but she didn't turn it. She was still facing the door; I could see that she was trembling. There was just one way to find out if she really did want to be dominated ... there was only one way to see if that was what she wanted to explore. "Turn around and come here." I spoke to her in a soft low tone, but also a tone that she would realize was a command." She turned and faced me. I was still blown away how beautiful and sexy she was standing there in her cute night shirt. Slowly she walked towards me with her head down. When she was a couple of steps away, she stopped and then looked up at me. I thought I could detect both fear and desire in her eyes. "You said you were curious about 'that kind of thing', as you put it? Just how curious are you?" I watched her face and I could see she was trying to decided how best to answer me. I didn't rush her; I wanted her to understand exactly what her desires were. After a long pause, she started, "I have wondered about 'that kind of thing' since I was married." As she said "that kind of thing" she had grinned at me. "I tried to discuss it with my ex, but he was either too dense or ... well, he just didn't seem to get it. I have read a lot on line about it. I have wondered what it would be like to be ... well ... to be ... "her voice trailed off. "You want a man to take charge?" Amber nodded her head. "You want to explore some of the areas of BDSM? Is that what you are trying to tell me?" Her voice was a whisper, "Yes." "I can't hear you." I told her. This time she spoke louder, "Yes!" "When you address me from now on, it is either yes Sir, or yes Master. Is that clear?" "Yes ... Sir." The last word was spoken with a passion that I could feel. "Amber, I want you to go home. I want you to consider your next step. To be honest, I do have a problem with the difference in our ages. When I look at you and have the thoughts and desires you create in my mind, I feel like some kind of dirty old man." "I don't care how old you are. When I look at you ... well ... I see a man who ..." her voice fell off again. "A man who what?" I asked her. I thought I knew what she was going to say, but I wanted to hear it. I wanted to make sure that we both understood where this was leading. "I see a man who turns me on. I see a man that I think about when I am alone in bed at night." Her face turned red with this new disclosure. I knew that I was supposed to be in charge ... I was the one who was to be the Dominate person here, but she was so sweet, so lovely, so ... trusting? I didn't trust myself this evening. I felt that I needed time to think this over; time to consider what she wanted and time to plan her introduction into what she was asking. I realized that I needed to send her home and think things over. As gently as I could, I told her, "I will get your septic fixed first thing in the morning. That way you will have your bathroom back." Amber gave me that cute grin again, "I kinda like using yours." I had to admit, I really liked her spunk. She wanted to be taught the ways of a sub, but she still had a mind of her own. Amber was starting to appeal to me more that I would have thought possible. "Go home now ... we will talk about this tomorrow." As she turned to go, her night shirt lifted up slightly, flashing a bit of the bottom or her cheeks and I wondered something. "Before you leave ..." "Yes Sir ..." she whispered and turned to face me. I guessed that she was not ready to call me Master ... yet! "Lift your night shirt." She colored slightly and replied, "I don't have any panties on." "I know, I want to see you." Slowly she lifted her night shirt until it was just below her breasts. Her pubic silky hair gleamed in the light coming from my bedroom. The sight of her semi-nude body was intoxicating. I was getting a lot more turned on than I wanted to be. I was pleased to see that she did very little in the way of trimming her pubic hair. I like a woman to look like a woman in her pubic region. I've noticed that the big thing now in men's magazines is for the women to be totally shaved, or at least mostly shaved. Looking at her full bush I smiled and told her, "I like it that you don't shave yourself. You are beautiful." Amber blushed slightly, "Thank you ... Sir!" she whispered softly. Amber dropped her night shirt, turned and walked to the door. As she opened it, she turned back to slightly me and informed me, "It's going to be very lonely in my bed tonight." With that comment, she slipped through the doorway and left. ~~~ Amber's Story "Oh my God!" Amber thought as she walked slowly back to her house. Even the chill of the night air couldn't make her rush home as her thoughts continued. She could feel the dampness between her legs as she walked and knew if she were to check herself, she would find she was already well prepared for him. "Why do I keep confessing stuff like that? What if he doesn't really want to be with me and is just playing along to humor the 'kid'?" She didn't for a moment think that was true now, but he had said she was too young for him.