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The Weekend Getaway Ch. 01

By: PacMan72



I have spent the week thinking about you... it seems like it has been forever since I have had the luxury of touching you, pleasuring you. It is hard to believe it has only been a week since we were together, since then I have saved my self just for this night. I know that once I get going I will not be able to stop. Just the thought of being with you tonight has me extremely hard. I think about touching myself just now, it will not take long, just so that I can extend the pleasure later with you... but I resist. With as much as I have planned for you, I think I will have ample enough time to cum more than once.

It is Friday night, I have everything prepared. I have the ice, maybe some whip cream, strawberries, maybe some chocolate syrup and a couple bottles of red wine. I have the restraints in place for both your arms and legs, can't have you getting away. I also have the blind fold, I know you trust me, but have to push it a little sometimes. This is going to be a night/weekend to remember.

I have rented this beach house just for this weekend for our secret get away, it is perfect for this occasion. The bedroom windows are opened wide with the white curtains gently flowing in the breeze as well. The King size bed in the room is surrounded by windows to entice any kind of breeze this warm night can offer.

I have the lighting in the room set just right, lights all turned down low, but not off though, it is more fun to see your reaction while I am pleasuring you. No candles, things might get a little wild, don't want to have to worry about anything tipping over. And candles would ruin this night... this night it is too hot for the candle treatment... we can save that for another day, another night, another story. Don't need too much light actually, the moon is full and reflecting off of the water, and the stars are brilliant tonight.

Finally the time has arrived and you show up. I see you getting out of your car. You take my breath away every time I see you. Again, only a week, wow, seems like forever. Your hair cascades to your shoulders and flows in the gentle breeze. The breeze doesn't do much to cool the evening though. It is still stifling out and can already see the sweat beading up on your neck as you make the short walk from the car to the house.

I wait for you behind the door, I know a little tacky, but it works. When you put your bags down I come up behind you and wrap my arms around you. I start now, not too forward though. I start by kissing your neck while I pull your hair out of the way. I start down and on your neck and slowly kiss and nibble my way up your neck to your ear. Slowly I pull your ear lobe into my mouth and suck on it. I love hearing the gentle sighs that escape your lips. I love to see your skin flush with excitement.

After I do this for a few minutes, I really can't stand the constant pressure. I have spent too long today thinking about this! I am so hard it is painful. I decide that now is as good as a time as any for round 1. My arms that encircle you slowly move up your breasts. I continue to assault your neck, as I caress your breasts. I can tell I am starting to get to really turn you on, you nipples are starting to harden under my hands and fingers. They are sticking out through your tank top. I love this time to see my hard work starting to pay off. As your body starts to undulate against me I slowly move my hand further down your body. As my hand slides under your shorts I realize that something is different. As I prober further down I realize that you are smooth. My excitement builds as I probe even farther to determine the extent of your handy work. To my surprise I find that you are smooth everywhere, this is something new, never seen this on you before, I realize you have been looking forward to this as much as I have.

I realize that both of our excitements are pretty much beyond our control right now. I turn you around finally and stare into your starling eyes. They are wide with lust and have this hungry look in them. I love this look on your face... I smile and you smile back! I lean in and finally kiss you. It starts out as a slow passionate kiss the quickly escalates into a full on barrage. All of the pent up lust is finally let lose and the damn breaks open. I slowly push you back on to the couch, not the most romantic of places, but for these purposes will do just fine. As you fall back onto the couch, I peel off your shirt and marvel in the sight of your breasts. I love them! I move directly to your breasts and start my assault on them. I don't waste any time now... I go directly to your nipples. I gently nibble and suck on them until they are standing at attention. At the same time I start paying attention to your pussy with my hand. Again, this isn't the time to extend things, this is about pure lust right now. Round 2 is later.

While I am playing with your pussy and sucking on your breasts, your hands start to grope for my cock. It is already hard, been hard since probably an hour before you got there in anticipation. If at all possible, my cock feels like it gets even harder, it is kind of painful, but your hand wraps itself around it and slowly starts to stroke it in rhythm with my finger fucking your pussy. Finally it is too much, and we both know it. I shed my remaining articles of clothing faster than I thought possible, and realize you have done the same. I slowly insert my cock into your waiting pussy. I slowly start to piston myself in and out of you. The tension builds quickly as I have promised to not touch myself all week as have you. I really doesn't take long, probably only a couple of minutes, but I am so caught up in the emotion and lust that I lose all track of time. As your tensions reach our crescendo... I pull out and unleash a week worth of pent up cum all over your chest. We both are kind of panting after out intense quick love making session! I am not worried, I know that after a short break I will be able to continue. But, unlike me, you look like you could just keep going right now!

We have both worked up quite a sweat after our "quickie" and decide to take a quick shower. As we shower together we, to some extent, have some wandering hands, but are fairly tame. We just like the intimacy of being together after what feels like forever. After we wash off our sweat, we towel each other off and wrap our bodies in silk robes while I recuperate and prepare for round 2. We proceed to the living room and sip on some red wine for a while we talk about the week and the weekend to come.

The Weekend Getaway Ch. 02



 (thank you to all those who read the first chapter and requested more)

Brianna called Ken the next week to update him on her life after their weekend. 

"Hey Ken, how's your week been?"

"Not too bad Bri. I've thought about you often since our last meeting. I've been fairly busy with work, but I've been wondering when I can get away for our next rendezvous. The last one was awesome."

"Well, I have some vacation time coming up. I'll see when I can get it scheduled and let you know, and maybe we can work out something. Ken, you brought out a lot of feelings that had been pent up inside of me since Paul passed away. I always loved him, and I hope you understand, but he still holds a special place in my heart, and he probably always will, but I want to fill that void that I do feel now that my arms are empty again. You are very smart, witty and fun and I do enjoy our conversations. But if I bring up Paul, I hope you will not be mad at me, as I will not compare you to him, but I have a lot of memories with him, and circumstances that may come up could cause me to mention him in a memory".

"Brianna, that is perfectly fine. I understand completely and I've found that I still have to deal with my past life with Kathy, so no, I will not be mad at you for anything that might come up about your life before we met. I want to know more about you and understand what makes you tick. In that way I can strive to make you happy and to see that gorgeous smile of yours light up before me."

"Good, I'm glad we got that out of the way. Well, I am at work calling you on my cell, so I had better get busy again, or my boss will shoot me. I'll call you later when I get the chance to speak to Craig and find out what days he'll let me take off."

"Thanks Bri, talk to you later. Bye"

"Bye Ken".

It was the following weekend when they both found time to catch up with each other again. Brianna let Ken know that she had a choice of the next Fridays off, as her work allowed her to take her days separated, instead of having to take a whole week. And she hadn't been using her vacation much, so she had almost 2 weeks worth of time saved up. They discussed the pros and cons and decided they couldn't wait no longer and would meet up the following Friday, and spend a 3 day weekend together. 

It was Ken's idea that they go up to Savannah, Georgia and do some sightseeing, and maybe ride out to the beach at some point while they were there. He had always wanted to visit Savannah, as historical places interested him. But had never gotten to go because of Kathy's disinterest in history and she never wanted to travel very far. Brianna agreed that it was a great idea, so they decided to plan to meet there around supper time, and just like last time, Ken made the reservations for the hotel.

Both of them were busy with work so that the week went by pretty quickly. They did have time to chat a couple of times during the late night in the middle of the week, but both agreed that it is more fun to be able to talk in person.

Friday arrived, and they both headed for Savannah. Ken had booked a room for the weekend at the Azalea Inn and Gardens in the downtown district, and they agreed to meet there. Brianna arrived first and as she was coming up the stairs she heard a familiar voice and turned to see Ken walking up the sidewalk. As he approached he took her arm and they went up the stairs together. As they reached the top Ken turned her towards him and gave her a hug and a kiss, whispering in her ear "It feels good to be with you again."

It didn't take long for them to check in as the Jacobson's met them in the foyer and took them to their room, with Jake helping Ken haul the luggage from the cars while Brianna got acquainted with her surroundings. Ken got the hanging clothes to the closet and they both settled down in the chairs on the balcony to rest for a few minutes and to watch the street traffic pass by. 

"Ken, thank you so much for taking care of the plans for this weekend. This place is perfect for our little getaway."

"I'm glad you liked it. I found it on the internet and the accommodations seemed really nice, and the owners on the phone when I called to reserve the room were really helpful and efficient. Plus it is downtown so we can get around pretty easily with the horse drawn carriages. Speaking of which, how would you like to go take a ride in one and let's see the sights around the neighborhood we're in. That way if we want to know what is nearby, we'll have an idea."

Ken called downstairs and Jake said he would hold one of the carriages that were outside the inn for them. Brianna led the way, with Ken walking by her side. That was one thing that Ken liked about her. She was independent with leadership capabilities, yet she also seemed to enjoy letting herself be pampered by him too.

Ken helped Bri up into the carriage, then climbed up beside her and told the gentleman that they just wanted to ride, no fancy tour guide needed, just to see the sights and then maybe tomorrow they would get the official tour. For now they just wanted to sit back, relax, and enjoy the sights.

Brianna looked up at Ken as he talked to the man and she smiled. He was so much like Paul in that he wasn't wishy washy and was able to take the lead out in public, as well as in private. She snuggled in close to Ken on the seat and laid her head on his shoulder. The air was nice, but a little cool, so Ken tugged on her sweater until it was wrapped around her a little bit better to make sure she stayed warm on their ride.

"Hey Ken, isn't that Paula Deen's restaurant over there? I would love to eat there sometime. She is my favorite cook and I love to watch her shows when I get the chance."

Ken filed that away for future reference, making a mental note to slip away some time and make a reservation and surprise her.

"I hope you are enjoying this. There is a bar up ahead and it was a long drive and I could sure use a drink. Would you mind if we stopped in there?"

"I don't mind at all. Actually I was thinking the same thing."

"Driver, if you don't mind, would you let me and her out at that pub up ahead. If you'd like, you can check back by in about an hour, or we will grab another carriage if you don't."

The driver stopped and helped them both down from their seat, and Ken held the door open for Brianna and as they walked in, they noticed the quaintness of the place. The sign overhead said Churchill's Pub. It reminded him of a British style establishment that he had seen on the travel channel at one time. 

The lady doing the bartending came over and Ken asked for a beer, and she said that they had dozens of American and Imported beers, as well as a few home brewed that are prepared locally. She showed him a list, and he couldn't make up his mind, so the bartender told him they had a deal where you could get 7 small glasses of different types of the local beers. He decided to try something different and picked the 7 that sounded the best to him. Bri ordered a glass of wine, and they both settled in at the bar to chat and quench their thirsts.

"Well Brianna, what are we going to get into this weekend?"

"I don't care as long as I'm with you", Brianna answered.

"I think we'll just take it as we go along", Ken said. "I'm getting hungry actually, and they serve food here. Do you want to just grab a bite while we're here, and then maybe ride back to the inn and chill for the night?"

"Sounds like a good idea to me. My stomach is starting to growl a little bit anyway."

Ken called the waitress over and they transferred to a table and after reading the menu's, gave their orders for their dinner. They continued to chat for awhile until their food arrived, and then as they ate, they stole glances at each other periodically, smiling now and then.

As they were finishing their meal, the carriage driver came in to check on them, so Ken paid the tab, and they went back outside and loaded back up onto the seat again. Brianna made sure to keep her sweater close to her from the start this time, as the sun had started to drop and the temperatures were doing the same.

It wasn't long before they were once again at the inn, and they dismounted and Ken thanked the driver with an extra tip, and they proceeded inside and headed for the room. Ken closed the door behind them and as he did, Brianna swung around and brought her mouth up to Ken's, kissing him lightly at first, and then with a hunger not unlike what she had experienced on their last outing. She opened her mouth, inviting Ken's tongue to explore the very depths of her soul. He hungrily obliged, opening his mouth so that she could reciprocate. They stood near the doorway for what seemed like hours, but were actually minutes. Ken reached around Brianna and brought his hand to the back of her blouse and deftly unclamped her bra so that he could reach the mounds that he so longed to feel once again. Brianna grabbed Ken by the arms and led him over to the bed, stopping to let her skirt fall to the ground as she removed her blouse and bra, then pulling them both down to the bed so that they could explore each other more fully.

Ken lightly kissed her on the neck and worked his lips down to the soft flesh of her nipples, taking them into his mouth and rolling his tongue around the tips, before sucking on them like a baby drawing milk from his mom. While he was doing that Brianna brought her hands up to his head, and started rubbing on the sides, encouraging Ken to keep up the sensations that were coursing through her body. But Ken wanted all of her and he started his descent further down her body to her waist, stopping to roll his tongue around her belly button hole as a tease, before continuing on to the prize at hand. Brianna spread her legs to give him better access to her private area, and Ken smiled, knowing that he was definitely on the right track.

He could tell by the sweet scent that was coming to his nostrils that she was ready for him to enjoy the juices that her body was offering up for him. He noticed that this time she was clean shaven, wondering if it brought out any different sensations without the hair. Ken resettled himself where he could look into the folds, and using the index fingers of both hands to separate the lips, exposing the clitoris, and using his right middle finger, he started to rub lightly on it, then going a little bit harder as he heard her start to moan with pleasure as the sensations started to flow through her body.

Brianna's hips were beginning to rock as the rubbing continued to increase, and eventually Brianna started to lift her hips as he felt the waves of orgasms starting to build inside of her. It was only a few seconds more and the fluids started to gush as wave after wave came over her, until she finally lay still with her body spent. 

Ken smiled as he moved back up her body to where he was level with her face again. He leaned on his side, propping on one elbow to watch as Brianna glowed from her climax. 

After a few minutes, when she could speak again, she leaned over on her side to face Ken, eyes smiling as she looked into his face. "You are the most wonderful man and a great lover. You just brought out feelings in me that have left me completely contented."

Brianna snuggled up next to Ken, and he wrapped his arms around her and held her close for a long time, sometimes bending his face down to lightly kiss her lips. It wasn't long before she fell asleep. Ken waited until he was sure that she was completely gone before getting out of bed and going downstairs. 

As he approached the bottom of the stairs, he noticed a phone on a table up ahead, and asked if he could use it to make a local call. He explained that his companion was sleeping and didn't want to use the one in the room. Ken called 411 and got the number for Paula's restaurant, then dialed the number and made reservations for lunch the following day for the two of them. Content that it had been taken care of, he slipped quietly back upstairs, and slid back into bed, wrapping his arms around Brianna as he snuggled in close, and he dozed off a short time afterwards. Once in awhile they would turn or reposition, but they stayed in each others arms through the night.

As daylight started to dawn and shine through the peaks of the curtains, it cast a glow on them both. As Brianna started to stir, she noticed that Ken was still asleep. His shirt had fallen open sometime during the night, and she began to rub her hands through the hair on his chest, enjoying the feel of the softness, yet firmness underneath. She found herself letting her hands wander downward and over his shorts, noticing the semi bulge that lay beneath. She slowly unzipped the fly of his pants, and worked her fingers through his boxers until she could hold him in her hand.

Ken stirred a little bit as she started to stroke him, but he didn't wake up, just seemed to be in a semi sleep state. She could feel him start to rise, and so she brought him out of his shorts where she could have full access. She lowered her mouth to him, first running her tongue up and down the length of the shaft, before taking him in her mouth and starting an up and down motion as she sucked, occasionally stopping to lick the pre-cum from the tip. Ken started to stir more, eventually waking and looking down at her. He smiled at the feelings that she was bringing to him. He had really started to begin to grow, and it wasn't long before she felt his liquid hit the back of her mouth, and she gulped and gulped until she had sucked him dry.

Brianna brought her head back up to look into Ken's eyes, and saw that he was lying there on the bed with a look of contentment on his face. She smiled sweetly at him and allowed him to catch his breath.

"Brianna, that was quite unexpected, but very much enjoyed!"

"Thanks Ken, I thought it would make you feel good to wake up like that. You made me feel so wonderful last night, I just wanted to repay you as best as I know how."

"Well, I'm sure there will be more surprises as the weekend rolls along. I'm getting hungry, how about you?"

"Well, I have already had my morning appetizer" Brianna said as she gave him a sly grin.

"Well, I haven't had the luxury, so let's go downstairs and see what they have prepared for us".

So they both got up and got dressed, and proceeded downstairs, where the Jacobson's had prepared eggs, bacon, sausage, grits, toast and home made biscuits. Both were so hungry that they talked very little during the meal, except to take the time to compliment the cook on a job well done.

As they were finishing their meal, they started to discuss what they wanted to spend their day doing. It was decided that they would take one of the sightseeing trolleys around town, maybe stopping now and then to do some light shopping at some of the stores.

So they caught the next trolley that came around, and rode around Savannah, listening as the guide talked about the history of Savannah, and the significance of some of the buildings and houses. Brianna spied an antique shop here and there, and they would get off and look around, but she found nothing of any significance that she wanted to take back home with her, so they just spent the morning enjoying the sights of the town. 

About noon they arrived back at the inn. So they got off of the trolley for the last time. As they started to walk up the stairs, Ken turned to Brianna and told her to go up and freshen if she wanted to, but that he had a surprise for her when she came back down. Bri smiled at him, wondering what he could be up to, but taking his advice, she went quickly to the room, and was back downstairs in no time.

Ken took her by the hand and led her down the block and through a couple of through streets until they came to the building that held the surprise. Brianna looked up and saw the sign and exclaimed "Ken, is this what I think this is? Is this Paula's?"

"Yes it is! I slipped away and called for our reservations last night while you were sleeping. I called "The Lady and Sons Restaurant" and made lunch reservations for today. So let's go eat!"

About that time the hostess called Ken's name and they went forward and were led up the elevator to the top floor and seated at a table in the corner where they could enjoy their meal with a little privacy. The waitress came and took their drink orders, and they both decided to try the buffet. While they were in the middle of the meal, Brianna heard a voice that she recognized, and as she turned to see, Paula was walking towards their table.

"I hear you are my greatest fan. I just wanted to take a minute and welcome you to our restaurant, and I hope you enjoy yourself."

"Oh Paula, you have made my day. Thank you so much for that. I love your cooking shows."

"Well, we have a gift shop downstairs, and the things that I use on the show you can purchase there, along with some cookbooks, so be sure to stop by."

"I will, and thank you so much for taking the time to come speak to me."

"It was my pleasure. Enjoy your stay." And with that she went back to the kitchen, leaving Brianna to sit there in the glow of the moment. 

"Ken, you set that up didn't you?"

"Yes, when I called last night, the restaurant had officially closed, but Paula was still here and answered the phone. I told her about you, and explained that we were only here for the weekend and I wanted to surprise you with a meal at her restaurant. She took down the info, but she didn't even tell me that she was going to come out and see you. That was really nice of her to do that!"

They finished their meal, mainly in quiet, stopping to chat only briefly between bites. After they were done, they started back towards the inn.

"The beach is only about a few miles from here. How about we go out there and spend some time at the ocean this afternoon, especially since it has warmed up considerably now."

"Sounds great Ken. I'll change into my bikini and you can get your swim trunks on"

"Sounds good to me too. Ladies first to the restroom."

While Brianna was in the restroom, Ken slipped his shorts off and put on his swim trunks. About that time Brianna emerged from the restroom.

"Wow, you're really gorgeous in that outfit Bri", Ken said as he got his first glimpse over her in a bikini.

"You don't look too bad yourself Ken" Brianna answered as she noticed the muscular tone that stood out as he had only his trunks on at the moment."

"Let me finish putting all my clothes on and we will get headed for the shore."

"Alright, I'm just gonna slip some shorts and tank top on over this bikini and I'll be right behind you."

In just a few minutes they were both in his car and headed for the beach. Ken found a parking spot and they unloaded the beach equipment and walked down to the sand and found a nice spot that wasn't quite so crowded. They lay on the blankets and Brianna was the first to grab the suntan lotion, asking Ken to rub it on her backside for her, to which he gladly obliged.

"Wow", Ken thought to himself, "Her body is beautiful in the sunlight." He continued to rub the lotion on, and then asked her to do the same for him. Brianna noticed the bulge rise slightly, but made no mention of it now. She knew she would take care of that later.

They both leaned back on the blanket and enjoyed the sunshine for a while, but then Ken decided he was getting warm and wanted to go in the water for a brief time and cool off. Ken pulled Brianna up by the arm and got her to go out in the ocean with him. They splashed around a bit, having fun jumping the waves, until one time she was jumping and fell onto Ken, reaching out for him to steady herself, when she found her hand resting on his manhood. 

Ken reached out to grab her and hold her steady, but made no attempt to move her hand. Out of curiosity, Brianna started stroking Ken and he responded with a smile on his face. She kept up the motion while mildly jumping up and down, watching Ken's expression while she was doing it. Then she lowered his trunks and slid hers to the side and grabbed her arms around his neck and lowered herself onto him. He got the idea and started moving up and down with her so that it would not look suspicious, and the thrill of being out in the open and not getting caught along with the sensations of the water brought both of them quickly to a climax. Brianna let herself slide back down to the ocean floor and they quickly adjusted themselves and made their way back to the beach to sprawl in the sand some more and rest after that.




The Weekend Getaway Ch. 02



The shower and wine does the trick. We are both feeling the effects and feeling rejuvenated. As you finish your wine I get up from the couch and pull you into a standing position. I love the way you fit underneath me, not too tall, but tall enough. I pull you into a warm embrace, then lead you down the hall to the bedroom I have specifically prepared for this occasion. As you enter your eyes fill with delight and longing. Too bad I have to cover those. I slowly pull the blind fold I have hidden in the pocket of my robe out and slowly slip it over your eyes, you don't object too much, just enough to let me know you are not entirely comfortable, but not enough to make me stop. I silence your protests with some kisses to calm your fears. You know I am never abusive, just sometimes I like to take control.

I take you to the bed, and we get there, I remove your robe. You stand before me, completely naked, and I marvel at your beauty. I slowly push you back on to the bed and get you positioned into the middle. I pull the restraints out from their hiding spots and gently encase your wrists in the manacles. I pull them tight so you can't reach your blind fold. Can't have you taking that off. Then I pull out the restraints for your ankles as well. These restraints will not pull your legs straight down... that would make it difficult to get to certain areas when the time comes. These are designed to pull them back in to a folded position, but definitely spread apart.

You squirm a little while you try to get used to the situation you find yourself in. You ask what I have on my mind... I just give you a little chuckle and tell you that you will find out soon. I leave you there for a minute to retrieve some items from the freezer, specifically the bowl of ice, figure I will save the remaining items for another time. As I come back in the room, I make sure to tread softly so you really don't know where I am. You are practically quivering with anticipation. Your passion doesn't seem to have abated at all over the last hour, if anything, it has gotten stronger.

I gently set my items down on the bed table remove my own robe and get on the bed. You feel the weight shift on the bed and wonder what I am up to. I withdraw a single ice cube from the bowl and raise it over your body and squeeze. As the ice slowly begins to melt the cold drops fall onto your flesh and send you thriving on the bed. The intense cold on your skins has caused your flesh to break out in goose bumps in the intense heat of the night. I figure after 1 ice cube like this, that is enough torture and decide to move onto the stimulation.

I let you settle down for a second and bring and ice cube up to your face. I slowly trace a line with the ice cube around your face. As I near your mouth, I spend some time encircling your lips with the now mostly melted cube... as the cube gets too small to hold, I let you take it into your mouth to rest the remainder of the way. I get another ice cube and move onto your neck with it and trace small lines up and down your neck to the base of your hair and down to your shoulder, then back up to behind your ear lobe.

As the tension builds, I get another ice cube, I trace your arms with this one, from your wrist all the way down to your shoulder, I don't touch your pits, that is just torture and that isn't why I am here. The ice trails continue down your side, no they don't stop at your breasts yet... a small circle of ice followed by some kisses in the same line circle your belly button. Then I start my way up. I use another ice cube to make another path for kisses up to you left breast, I have to learn over you to get there and make sure not to touch you anywhere but with the ice and my lips. The ice makes an icy pool as it approaches your left nipple making you shiver with anticipation. But the ice never finds its way completely there, it stops as it reaches the outer ring of your areola, there it rests for a minute and then slowly circles your nipple. I then. I slowly kiss your entire breast as well. Not just where the ice touched, but everywhere. I spend a lot of time on your breast as I love to see the reaction that I get. After a few minutes of kissing, circling with ice and no contact with your nipple, I can see how turned on you are. Your nipple sticks out, obviously very hard, with Goosebumps all around it.

I then switch gears and move on to your right breast recreating that same technique that was used on the left. I leave your right breast in the same state of arousal as your left one and decide to torture a little bit more. I drip more ice onto your body from above, make sure that some drops actually land on your nipples... As they do, you give a little jump and squeal that is magic to my ears.

I then decide to move down to the prize. I love to eat pussy! I love the feel of control it gives me over you. I like to see just how much please I can bring you to, as I am typically a 1 time and done guy, I have to find other ways to bring sufficient pleasure to you before I am spent. I marvel at the exquisite smoothness of it, the slightly puffy lips in your arousal, you little clit, just barely peeking its hooded head out between your lips.

I get on my knees between your legs and just slightly blow at your pussy for a minute! That gives you a little smile and wiggle as if you are saying hurry up already. This is going to take a little time though. I grab some more ice from the bowl now and bring one to your left foot. Again, I do this slowly, I love to build it up. Slowly trace a line on the inside of your left with the ice followed by some kisses. When I reach your pussy, I purposefully skip over it, bringing a set of protests from you. I do the same to your right leg and when I reach you pussy again, I don't skip, but draw a circle around it with the ice. Now you are arching you back with the suspended pleasure of it all. While I am doing this, I have been sucking in ice cubes to ensure that my tongue is quite cold as are my lips.

I slowly bend down and start to lick and kiss the lips of your pussy, taking in your very pleasant aroma. Just the smell of pussy can give me a hard on and if I wasn't already hard from all of the attention I have been giving you, I would have been now. Slowly starting at the bottom of you pussy I slowly insert my tongue into the folds of your pussy and lick it all so gently. You give a squeal with delight at the sudden touching of your pussy. I then get another ice cube and put it into my mouth, I gently slide it into your pussy with my mouth making the squeal and arch your back once again. I then take extensive time to make sure I have licked the ice cube from your pussy. Then I continue to move my tongue up your pussy, your body starts to tremble with the anticipation of what you know is coming. I finally reach the top of your pussy and gently lick your clit sending what seems like shock waves through your body. As I wait for you to calm down, I reposition myself so that I have my hands free to help with the pleasure I am giving your pussy. 

At first I only use my hands to hold your pussy lips apart while I start an oral assault on your clit. I am not so gentle this time. I start in on your clit with a passion that has been building for the last week. What wasn't abated earlier I let out in full force now. I grab your clit with my lips and suck it into my mouth so I can nibble on it, sending waves of pleasure through your body. I then position myself so that I can use my right hand to fuck you with my fingers while my left hand is free to play with your breasts. I try to keep a good rhythm going between my two hands and tongue, but it is getting to be a challenge. Your body is twisting and writhing under the ministrations I am providing to it. As you get closer and closer to your second orgasm your hips start to thrust faster and faster. I settle on pinching your nipple with my hand alternating between your two breasts. My right hand is staring to hammer into you without abandon, I now have three fingers in your pussy and it is starting to make a very sloppy sound with all of your juices flowing. My mouth is having a hard time holding on to your clit while you gyrate your hips in pleasure so instead I switch to just a tongue assault on your clit. This sends you over the edge into a screaming, passionate orgasm. I let you ride your orgasm down, let you catch your breath and consider sending you into another quick orgasm but decide that I have had enough fun and would like to get in on the action.

I creep my way up to your head and remove your blind fold. What I uncover is a look of sheer lust on your face. You look a little frustrated at your inability to participate and this brings a huge smile to my face. I first remove the restraints from your legs and you stretch them out as I work on your arms. As soon as I remove your arms from their imprisonment you immediately grab my head for a passionate kiss. Our tongues do a kind of dance as we kiss, and your hands are finally free to roam around my body as we continue to kiss. After a minute your hands finally make it down to their intended target in the first place and start to play with my balls and stroke my cock.

This is too much for me. I have to stop kissing as I am starting to fall on top of you while you are playing with my body. I slowly roll over to the side and on to my back, you follow my movements, never removing your hands from my manhood. As I get on my back you are now given full rein to handle me how you want. You continue to stroke me and come back up for some more kissing. I love kissing, I could do it for hours I think sometimes, but you have other ideas with what you want to do with your lips and tongue.

As you slowly work your way down my chest you slowly kiss a path and finally reach my cock. By now there is a good layer of precum on my head and you anxiously like it off. Then you proceed to give me probably the best blow job I have ever had! You know the technique that I like. Make sure your lips are seals, slightly suck on it... don't' be afraid to use a little teeth for sensation... no biting, just a little extra friction sometimes. Meanwhile your tongue is assaulting the underside of my head sending me to cloud nine in no time. One hand is holding the base of my cock while you pump you head up and down on my shaft. The other is underneath, playing with my balls. They are full and hanging low and enjoying every second of attention that you spend on them. It isn't too long before I am ready to explode and gently insist that you stop, I know my body, if I cum now, I am done. I wish it wasn't so, but facts are facts.

With your lips removed from my cock I can breathe normally again and get myself a little under control. I position you on all fours in front me, I like to look at that ass of yours. I give it a playful slap as I approach it from behind, my cock strutting out from me harder than I can ever remember it being. Your ass is trying to entice me to fuck you now, thrusting back as I come anywhere near you. I can hardly contain myself. I am loving this, I love to make you wait just enough to make you frustrated and whimper slightly.

Finally I slowly position myself behind you directly in line with you pussy. I slowly ease my head into your pussy and revel in the feeling of your silken pussy wrapped around it. The warmth of it, oh my god! I know you are ready for me, but I don't want to rush it, I want to make you beg for it. Slowly oh so slowly I ease into you, bit by bit. I love to listen to you whimpering and pleading for me to fuck you, fuck you hard then I have ever fucked you. Finally after what seems like minutes, but probably no more than 30 seconds I am as deep as I can go. I hold in that position for second, only to make you beg me again... I love to hear you beg.

I start withdrawing myself from you pussy now, right to the bitter tip... you groan with the displeasure and I immediately start to reinsert it back in, slowly but steadily. Much faster than the first time. I start to build a steady rhythm fucking your pussy. I start by holding your hips while I pump into you over and over again. After a couple of minutes I grab you hair for support pulling on it, forcing you head into a leaning back position. Just seeing you like that turns me on even more.

The change things up and so I can get a good look at your face while I fuck you, I pull out, ignoring your protests. Then I flip you over and place your feet over my shoulders. You look up at me with you most seductive, lust ridden face I think I have ever seen. You then plead with me to fuck you and I don't waste any more time. This time I don't waste any time. I pound right into you all the way to the base of my hard cock. You groan with the pleasure of it. Now I start fucking you in this position, taking long strokes. All of the way out, all of the way in, doing this ensures that I will be able to last for a while. I don't want to lose control yet, soon, very soon though.

After a few minutes of this, I want to drive you crazy, and I am not sure how much more I actually have in me. Now I reposition you again. Putting my hand in the back of your knees, I push them up and down toward your sides. This gives me perfect access to fuck your brains out. I have been building toward this moment for the night and now it is finally here. Now I don't hold back. I slam into you repeatedly. The rest of the night has been about pleasuring you... this now is my turn. I slam into you harder and hard with each thrust, I have no idea if you are cumming anymore or not, at this point, I frankly don't care. Slamming hard and hard, I have no idea how long I last, kind of lose track of everything but the intensity of the situation. Finally things are brought to a head and I explode with a loud groan. The orgasm seems to last for a while, again, no concept of time right now, just know that this was one of the most intense orgasms I have ever had. I think that you may be coming down from a plateau as well, but can't tell for sure. I like to think that you are, for my ego more than anything but, I just don't know.

As my cock finally stops twitching, I pull of you and roll over. All I can think of is holy shit... that was fucking incredible. We don't even bother to get cleaned up; we know that there is no point. We are both so exhausted at this point that it really doesn't take long for either of us to pass out. Last thing I remember is rolling over, draping my arm over you n a protective position and falling asleep. Hard to think that that this was only Friday night, going to be a very long and wonderful weekend!



The Weekend Getaway Ch. 02 - Saturday



A/N: I highly recommend reading the first part of this story titled "The Weekend Getaway - Friday" so that you can be informed of the situations, scenarios, and characters featured in this chapter. Feedback and ideas are much welcomed and thank you for reading!

*****

It was shortly after seven on Saturday morning and the first rays of sunlight had begun to filter through the blinds. Brian had been laying there awake for almost an hour now after having given up on getting any more sleep. It was a night of tossing and turning. His wife Allison lay next to him, soundly asleep and ignorant of his struggles.

She had surprised him with this little vacation and its subsequent eroticism. She had teased him mercilessly in order to test his mettle the night before and wouldn't allow him to cum. Despite his assurances that he wouldn't violate her trust and ruin their little game, she had forced him to sleep in some sort of bondage shorts. They were made out of leather and strapped down fairly tightly around his waist and legs and of course locked. On the front was a small pouch where his cock rested and could easily be accessed, but it too was secured with a small lock, the key to which was secured to a necklace she always wore.

The shorts weren't altogether uncomfortable unless he began to get hard, which unfortunately had been an ongoing problem throughout the night. Just as soon as he would lay his head down on the pillow and calm his mind enough to drift off to sleep, it would begin to wander and reflect on all of the sexy things that had transpired just hours earlier and dream of all the possibilities yet to come. Soon enough he would wake up, his half erect cock straining uncomfortably against the tight shorts and unable to grow anymore, only to repeat the cycle and try once more to fall asleep. He was a prisoner of his own teased mind.

He turned towards his wife and wrapped his arm around her in an embrace. There was a small part of him that hoped that this gesture might stir her from her sleep. With one hand he lightly ran it up and down her back caressing her softly and was delighted to see that her eyes had opened slightly.

"Good morning, slaveboy," she said stifling a yawn.

"Good morning."

"How was your night?"

"Honestly...terrible," 

"Why do you say that?" she turned her head slightly so she could catch a glimpse of him. "We've got this comfy king size bed, a beautiful room, the sound of the waves..."

"Easy for you to say, you're not the one being woken every half hour because you're uncomfortable," he said disdainfully.

"Was it hard for you to stay asleep?" she asked with a big smile, her eyes fully open now. She slid one of her soft pedicured soles up and down his leg suggestively. Between that and the feel of her soft silky pajamas against his chest he could feel his cock beginning to stir yet again. He could feel her hand make its way to his crotch, trying to cop a feel through the heavy leather shorts.

"That's an understatement," he replied.

"Well that's just too bad...because slaveboys like you can't be trusted not to cum." she said with a taunting air in her voice. She continued to torment him with her feet for a few minutes before moving her body back further on the bed so that her shapely round ass rested against his crotch. She rocked her hips subtly, grinding against him. "I can feel your cock straining against those shorts...I bet you wish it was free don't you?"

"Yes." 

"Yes what?"

"Yes Mistress," he added after a few seconds of waiting. She was fully awake now and sat up on the side of the bed. 

"I'm willing to unlock you, but you better not touch that cock of yours without my permission and you better do as I say..." she said as she played with the key around her neck waiting for his response, "...that is if you want to be allowed to cum."

"Yes Mistress, I understand." he replied. She removed the key from around her neck and unlocked the shorts, pulling them off of him. His cock sprang out at once and began to stiffen, glad to be free from its confines and able to breathe once more. There was nothing he wanted more than to reach down and stroke it, but he knew better. She was watching him, seeing what he would do, he could tell she was very much still testing him.

*****

A few hours had passed and he still wasn't sure what to expect from Allison other than more teasing. Breakfast was delivered via room service shortly after they woke up and consisted of homemade waffles, fresh cut fruit, bacon and coffee. They ate it together on their balcony and watched the sun finish rising. Afterwards they took a shower together. She made him take his time and wash every inch of her body, a task which made his cock stand at attention the whole time. She found this amusing and proceeded to stroke his cock from time to time, claiming it was only fair since he got to touch her. 

After their shower and before they got dressed for the day, she had told him that she had another surprise for him. He sat down on the bed while she rummaged through her duffle bag looking for something and emerged a minute later holding a large metallic object. One end had what looked like to be a cock ring on it, and the other looked like some sort of rounded butt plug. It wasn't too large, but he wasn't entirely sure what to make of it.

"What is that?" he asked apprehensively.

"It's what is going to help me keep you in line today on our little adventure," she replied as she picked up a bottle of lube and joined him on the bed. She carefully fed his cock and balls through the cock ring portion of the device. It was cold from having been in the bag on the floor all night, but the way it wrapped around his balls and squeezed his member felt good. She squirted a generous portion of lube onto the other part of the toy and looked up at him. "Do you want me to put it in your ass, or would you like to do the honors?"

"I'll do it," he replied. He wasn't exactly a stranger to having toys in his ass and enjoyed the sensation of having his prostate played with, but it felt better to at least be in control of easing the toy in himself. He felt the cold metal toy press against his opening, and with a bit of steady pressure it slowly worked its way in and disappeared. It wasn't uncomfortable at all and he could hardly feel it in him when he sat back down on the bed.

"All set? Good, why don't you go ahead and get dressed then?" she prompted and he looked over to see that she had laid out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt on the bed for him. When he stood up and walked around he could feel the subtle movements of the toy in his ass and it felt good, much better than when he had been sitting still. Whenever there was movement of his cock or balls he could feel it translate into small movements and vibrations deep inside him against his prostate.

"That's kind of nice," he said as he pulled the t-shirt over his head.

"I thought you might like it," she said as she finished securing her hair in a ponytail and began to get dressed. She donned a casual looking blue sundress that came down a little ways past her knees and grabbed a pair of simple ballet flats out of her bag. "It has a few more surprises," she added as she picked up her phone off the dresser.

"Oh?"

"I'm glad you asked," she said as she tapped the screen. He felt the faintest vibrating sensation begin in his ass near his prostate and work its way up to the base of his cock. She could tell that she had his attention because he stopped tying his shoes and looked up at her immediately. She tapped her phone again and the intensity of the vibrations grew stronger, "do you like that slave boy?"

"Damn..." he uttered, "I've never felt anything like it." It was the truth, the sensation was precise and subtle, but definitely hitting his prostate and resonating through his balls and out to the base of his cock, which was getting harder by the second. It was a very different feeling and he wasn't certain he could ever cum from it, but it was intense all the same.

"That's just the beginning..." she smirked as she turned it up a few more notches and the vibration grew vastly more intense. He was looking at her eyes, but from his vacant stare she could tell that he was lost in the sensation. She tapped her phone once more and the constant vibration instead changed to a rhythmic pulsing sensation that ran through him sequentially. It was almost as if she was milking him.

"Jesus...oh God..." he stammered letting out a sigh. Losing his balance he backed into the bed, using it to stabilize himself before sitting down on it. His breathing started to hasten along with the intense pleasure deep inside him.

"Now, now slaveboy, let's not get too worked up just yet," she teased and pressed another button. The moment she did, he jumped as a sharp painful sensation ripped through the entire region of his genitals, as if it came from inside him.

"What the fuck was that?!" he said startled. 

"Watch your language boy toy," she mock scolded him and repeated the painful jolt. He winced and looked at her, still waiting for an answer. "This is what is going to help me make sure you follow the rules, it works via electrical stimulation, there are settings for pleasure and settings for punishment, which is what you just observed."

He was dumbfounded. He never knew such a thing existed. They exited their room and made their way to the car. With each step the toy made its presence known to him and drew his attention back to his pressing need for relief. As they walked past the front desk he felt his heart leap into his throat, worried that somehow the receptionist would know what they were up to or was somehow aware of his current predicament. His fears were eased when she uneventfully wished them a good day and they made their way to the car.

Walking around the car he unlocked it and took the driver seat. As soon as he sat down he felt the painful sting of punishment once more and looked up to see Allison still standing on the other side of the car. She motioned with her hand for him to come join her.

"Don't forget your manners slaveboy," she scolded him as he got out and walked around to open her car door for her. "That's better," she said with a smile as she sat down and he once again took his seat and started the engine. This was going to be a long day he thought to himself.

*****

After a short drive into the countryside along some back roads she had him pull over into a small parking area with faintly painted lines. Weeds had begun to grow through the cracks in the asphalt. He had no idea where they were and had been following her directions in the car as she continued to test the functions of her new toy. There were a few other cars parked throughout the lot but no other people in sight as he stepped out of the car. He walked around to the other side and opened her door for her

"You're learning," Allison said as she got out of the car and stopped to survey the scene. Surrounding the parking lot were trees on either side and what looked like a worn hiking path through the woods. She walked over to the back of the car and popped the trunk as he made his way over to join her.

"So what are we doing out here?" he asked puzzled.

"I thought it might be nice to take in the sights, they said the leaves are changing rapidly in these parts and the view is spectacular," she replied, gesturing to the backpack that was sitting in the trunk.

"I suppose it is kind of nice," he replied looking around at the trees, some of them were still green, but a good many of them had begun to turn bright shades of yellow, orange and red. They lived several hours south of where they were vacationing and the leaves wouldn't likely begin to change colors for at least a few weeks yet. 

"They say it's better once you get a proper view of the river valley, but that's going to require a little walk," she said. When he was done looking around he lifted the backpack out of the trunk and slung it over his shoulders. It was heavier than he imagined. It had to weigh at least forty pounds. He slammed the trunk down and looked over to see that she had already begun to make her way over to the rustic looking trail. He hurried to catch up.

"What is in this thing?" he asked.

"Supplies of course," she shrugged as she started off down the trail. 

They began making their way down the trail which was rugged and poorly kept in some parts. It was littered with fallen tree limbs and rocks and wound its way gradually through the trees. They were sparser at the trailhead, but around each new turn it seemed like they grew more and more dense, enveloping them fully in the woods.

It had been almost a half hour and she was still leading him along the trail to some destination unknown. He ordinarily wouldn't have minded except for the weight of the pack straining his back. The temperature was only in the high 60's but the sun was bearing down on him and he could feel the sweat on his back and starting to drip down his forehead. It wasn't that he was in bad shape as much as it was that she dictated the pace and wasn't slowing down for anything. 

"Is there any chance we can take a breather?" he asked loudly as he had fallen at least twenty-five feet behind her on the trail.

"What's the matter, can't you handle it? I thought you were tough," she hollered back at him through the trees as she continued on.

"I am...it's just..." he didn't really have anything to say. He looked down and continued on, trying to think of a smart comeback but coming up empty handed. 

"It's ok, we can take a break if you really want to, but you're going to have to pay for it," she chimed back. He felt the buzzing feeling begin deep inside him before he could look up to see that she had stopped and was leaning against a nearby tree, apparently waiting for him. He had caught up to her while he was lost in thought. The vibrating sensation that he felt in his ass and at the base of his cock began to work in a pattern, becoming stronger, then fading only to repeat. 

"What do you mean by pay?" he said. His eyes were now closed, enjoying the rhythmic sensation and bracing himself against the tree next to her. Even this little bit of stimulation was plenty to get him aroused, causing his shorts to bulge to the side. She ignored his question and instead lightly ran her fingers along his member, watching it continue to grow.

"Come over here," she insisted, walking a short distance off the path.

"Yes Mistress," he said as he followed behind her closely for a good thirty feet towards a large cluster of trees. When the trail was no longer visible she stopped and motioned for him to set the backpack down. He did so as she turned the vibration up and began to rub his cock through his shorts in earnest. "Ohhh...that feels so fucking good..." he moaned.

"Do you like that slaveboy?" she asked him, continuing to stroke along the head of his cock with one hand and manipulate her phone with the other.

"Yes Mistress," he replied, thrusting his hips ever so slightly in time with the now pulsing vibrations. She moved her hand to match his speed and it felt incredible. His breathing was already beginning to quicken due to her handiwork and everything felt brand new. The sensations within him, the cool breeze and the rough tree trunk that he was leaning against, her dominating mindset; none of this was like anything he had ever experienced before and it was absolutely titillating. 

"Look what you are doing to me you dirty little boy," she cooed seductively as she pulled up her dress slightly and he could see a faint amount of wetness setting into the front of her satin navy panties. The faint, musty aroma of her scent glided to him gently on the breeze, intoxicating him still further.

"Mistress...I'm getting really close...," she continued stroking him, but slowing her pace, "mmmhm...fuck...I want to cum...it feels so good," he said with panting breath.

"I know it does," she said matter-of-factly, stopping just a few seconds away from making him explode, "but I think that's enough of a break for now!" she said jubilantly as she started back toward the trail. Before he could even regain his bearings he felt the pleasurable sensations in his groin shift immediately to a dull aching pain. It was subtle, but unpleasant, almost like a case of blue balls, but deeper inside him. That toy would be the end of him he thought.

Uncomfortably he picked up the pack and put it back on and awkwardly began walking back to the trail. Between the droning constant pain from her toy and the rubbing of his still hard cock against his shorts, it was more difficult than ever to walk the trail.

"Come on slaveboy, we got to make up for lost time," she said as she giggled and looked back at him. 

"I'm coming," he said, still trying to figure out the best way to walk without looking like an idiot.

"You better not be," she said, continuing to walk along the trail. 

He couldn't help but crack a smile and even chuckle a bit at that. They were back to their torrid pace and within a few minutes the weight of the pack was already making his back hurt again. That was hardly a break he thought, but given the fact that he hadn't recovered from his last "break" it seemed pointless to broach the subject with her anytime soon.

A few minutes later he looked up when he heard Allison's voice a little bit further down the trail. She was talking to another couple who looked to be quite a bit older than them. He hustled to catch up to her, seeing a golden opportunity to ditch the heavy backpack and ease his aching back.

"You guys taking in the colors too?" he heard the old man ask her.

"Yeah, that and just trying to get a little exercise," Allison replied as she nodded at Brian, who had now made his way next to her and set the pack against a nearby tree. "This is my husband Brian, Brian, this is the Chatterlans."

"Pleased to meet you" he said, extending his hand and shaking each of theirs in turn. 

"Allison was just telling us about your little adventure," Mrs. Chatterlan said looking him up and down.

"Yeah, just out to get a little fresh air," he replied nervously, realizing there was still a noticeable bulge in his shorts.

"There's a clearing a little ways up the trail, it's beautiful there, you can see all the way down to the river," Mr. Chatterlan added.

"Awesome, I can't wait to see it..." Allison said, "...we better get going though, we have a long day ahead of us." She waved goodbye to the other couple and turned once more to the trail, taking a quick survey of it. 

"Nice meeting you guys," Mr. Chatterlan said with a wave as they started off in the opposite direction. 

"Likewise," Brian said, issuing a polite nod. He turned back to Allison and waited for her to continue leading him along.

"You can at least try not to display your precum for the world to see, you're such a perverted little slaveboy," Allison said with a satisfied smile after they had moved only a mere fifteen feet down the trail. He looked down to see that there was a small wet spot that had leaked through the fabric of his shorts. There was no way that they could have noticed that he tried to convince himself, but between the wet spot and his raging hard on it seemed unlikely. He felt his ears begin to turn pink and hoped that they wouldn't encounter the Chatterlans again, or anyone else for that matter.

"Since your content being such a perv in public, you might as well at least enjoy yourself," she said. Suddenly the dull ache he had learned to live with turned into a mildly pleasurable vibration. It felt much more enjoyable, but it did little to allay his embarrassment or to help him keep up with her.

They continued on the trail for awhile in silence and without interruption. He couldn't decide what was more agonizing, the weight of the pack weighing down his back and making it ache, or the aching desire that was smoldering deep inside him. His cock was harder than ever in his pants and the constant friction and state of arousal had worked out even more precum. If they encountered any more people on the trail they would surely notice.




The Weekend Getaway Ch. 02 - Saturday



It was then that he looked ahead and saw that Allison had stopped walking and was waiting for him to catch up. Once he did he immediately saw why. This had to have been the clearing that they were discussing earlier. It was surrounded by beautiful autumn colors and on one side you could see all the way down into the valley where the river wound through the hills, all of which were dotted with explosions of color. It truly was spectacular and worth the trip.

"That is pretty amazing," he said, still taking in all of his surroundings.

"Yes it is," she agreed as she walked around the clearing a bit off the path and stopping near a nice patch of grass that wasn't too destroyed from the cool autumn nights. "Come on over slaveboy, you can unpack our lunch here."

He did as he was told, kneeling down and glad to relieve himself of the hefty pack. Upon opening it he found a large blanket which he immediately spread out on the ground. As soon as he did she sat on top of it. Continuing to unpack he found a wide assortment of Italian meats and cheeses, a baguette, a container full of diced watermelon and fresh strawberries, along with a large jug of iced tea. At the very bottom of the pack were three large rocks that had been weighing everything down. He looked up at her incredulously.

"What? I needed to make it interesting...," she said meeting his stare with a smile that went all the way up to her beautiful brown eyes. He couldn't help but smile back at her. "I'll have the salami, capicola and provolone," she said with a mock tone of authority.

"You got it," he said as he opened a bag of supplies and pulled out a knife to cut the baguette. As he continued to prepare her sandwich he heard the sound of voices and saw that she had turned to look further along the trail. A few seconds later the source of all the noise popped into view, it was a middle aged man traveling with four or five children. They were being loud and obnoxiously clamored their way towards where they sat. He looked closer and saw that they were all wearing uniforms of some sort, they must have been boy scouts or something and this was the unluckiest man on earth escorting them. 

Allison waved at the man and he tipped his hat to her as he led the raucous brood to the trail on the other side of the clearing. Brian finished making her sandwich and poured them each a glass of tea before making his own sandwich. 

They ate their sandwiches with little fanfare, both having worked up quite an appetite from their excursion. There wasn't a sound in the clearing now except for the rustling of the leaves and the call of a few birds who flew between the trees. It was one of the most peaceful scenes that he had ever experienced and the view was breathtaking.

She reached over and opened the tub of fruit and picked out a piece of watermelon. She raised it to her lips and took a bite, its juice running down her hand. He offered her a napkin from the bag but she declined it. Instead she took the rest of the watermelon chunk and dripped its juices along her collarbone. 

"Get over here slaveboy and clean me up," she said as she gestured to him.

He crawled on his hands and knees across the picnic blanket and began kissing and sucking ever so gently as his lips made their way across her collarbone. His tongue wiping away the sweet taste as he went. He could tell by the smile it elicited that she had enjoyed it. Almost immediately she repeated the procedure on the other side and his eager mouth made its way over to lap up the juice. For several minutes they repeated this game and he wondered whether the slight redness on her chest was from the watermelon or her aroused, flushed skin.

"Feed me," she said as reached down and picked up one of the strawberries and placed it at the top of her breasts. He took his time trailing his kisses over to the sweet red fruit and picked it up with his teeth before artfully bringing his mouth to hers. She took the fruit and ate it hastily before locking his lips in an embrace. Her mouth tasted of the fruit and of desire. He could feel his cock straining in his shorts once more and every so often she would run her fingers up and down his bulge. They continued kissing and playing until she eventually broke the silence.

"I think that was a satisfying lunch," she said with a smile.

"Yes it was," he added as he stared deep into her eyes. 

"I'm going to go get a better look at the valley, why don't you clean things up and join me?" 

"Yes Mistress," he replied as he began to pick up their things.

"Don't keep me waiting," she said seductively as she got up off of the blanket and began to walk across the clearing and closer to the steep edge. When she had her back turned and was walking away he took the opportunity to dump the heavy rocks out of the bag and hastily put things away. Lastly he folded the blanket as best as he could and stuffed it back into the backpack and began walking after her, carefully making his way along the hillside over to her.

.

She was leaning against a large boulder outside of the clearing and looking down the steep descent that the river had carved into the valley below. It looked like it was quite a ways down and it seemed like every inch of the hillside was covered with trees. The breeze blowing through the valley had picked up and he could see a canoe with a couple of people in it about to turn the river bend and drift out of sight.

"Come here slaveboy," she said as she motioned for him to stand in front of her facing her. She began kissing him once more in earnest and he felt her hands reach down towards his shorts. This time instead of stroking him she slowly unzipped his pants and began to carefully pull his cock out. He broke away from her quickly and apprehensively, tucking himself back into his shorts.

"Allison...what if someone sees us or we get caught?!" he gasped, his heart beating rapidly in trepidation.

"We're not going to get caught," she assured him. He took a quick glance and with the slight change in elevation and the large boulder they wouldn't be visible from the clearing or the trail, but what if somebody with binoculars was looking from the other side of the valley or from the river itself, then what? Would they be hidden in the trees or would people be able to see. The possibilities raced through his mind. 

"I want you to fuck me," she demanded holding her phone up threateningly and interrupting his cascade of negative thoughts. He hesitated a bit longer and felt a painful jolt deep inside him that brought him back to the moment. "I wasn't asking slaveboy," she said, zapping him once more.

"Y-Yes Mistress," he said, the adrenaline causing his voice to waver. He looked up again quickly to make sure there was nobody in their immediate vicinity and pulled his cock out into the fresh autumn air once more. It was harder than ever, driven on by her punishment and demands as well as the excitement of doing something so taboo. In the meantime she had reclined back on the boulder and lifted her sundress up to the point that he could get a proper view. Her panties were now sopping with anticipation and he slid them to the side to expose her moist pink lips.

It took no effort at all to slide into her and her wet warmth swallowed up all seven inches of him immediately. He began to thrust in and out of her, using his legs to adjust the angle of penetration so that the head of his cock rubbed against her G-spot with every stroke, something they both loved. The feeling of being inside her after having been teased for so long was amazing. Her moans let him know that she was enjoying things every bit as much as he was.

"Fuck me harder," she moaned and he was happy to oblige. He began pounding his full length into her faster. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him into her even deeper. He could feel her tensing up and her moans had begun to turn to rapid, quick breaths as he accelerated the pace yet again. She began to squeeze and massage her breasts through her dress, moaning and gasping in pleasure. All of it combined was an incredible rush that left him gasping for air, with sweat beginning to bead up on his forehead. A minute later he felt himself perilously close to the edge.

"I'm going to cum if I don't stop," he said out of breath and halting his thrusting.

"I thought you would do anything to please me?" 

"I...well..." he gasped, trying to regain his focus and stymie his arousal.

"I was so close to cumming," she said as she looked at him with her pouty lips. After a few seconds rest he began to slowly fuck her again, focusing on not blowing his load and squatting a bit to put added pressure on her most sensitive regions. He could tell that she was enjoying herself and he could feel the walls of her pussy clenching his cock harder. When he looked up at her she had a devilish grin on her face.

"Fuck..." he groaned as he stood still, too close to continue. She began to slowly fuck him, clenching her pelvic muscles tightly as she slowly rocked back and forth, working his sensitive cock as he teetered on the edge.

"You like it when I milk your pathetic little cock with my pussy?" she asked, giving him a slight break in the action.

"Oh Mistress...yes...," he moaned as she continued again, his eyes closed in concentration.

"Don't you dare cum or I'm making you lick my pussy clean it," she threatened.

"Oh God..." he groaned. She continued to fuck him like that for a few minutes more, several times he had to take a deep breath and focus on his breathing in order to keep from spilling his load. At one point when he was on the edge he had to lean forward and grab the boulder to brace himself. He was a split second from exploding inside her and it took everything he had to resist.

"Put your unworthy dick away," she commanded him and he opened his eyes to meet hers. She smiled back at him as he pulled out carefully and proceeded to tuck his raging hard on back in his shorts with much difficulty, "You disappointed me." 

"I'm sorry Mistress,"

"I know you are, but I will still have to punish you later,"

"Yes Mistress," he said, his senses slowly coming back to him with each passing moment. For a minute he had forgotten they were even out in the wilderness, he had lost awareness of anything except his pleasure and trying to hold it together. He looked out at the clearing again and was glad to see that they were still alone.

"You can start to make it up to me by finishing the job," she said, still leaning back on the rock. He reached his hand down into her panties and slid one of his fingers deep inside her and began to massage her G-spot. She began to grind her hips eagerly and so he slid another finger inside her and increased the pressure on that rough, engorged patch of pleasurable tissue. He continued to work his fingers at the speed of her hips which had become frenzied enough that she had to redouble her grip on the rock to keep from sliding off.

In what seemed like no time at all a loud moan escaped her lips in between breaths and she threw her head back towards the sky drawing for air. He could feel her tight walls clench around his fingers in pleasure as her hips bucked frantically. Her orgasm seemed to linger for some time and he never let up from the stimulation, quite pleased at the result. When she caught her breath again she stood up and pulled her dress back down, checking to make sure that there wasn't anybody around before adjusting her panties. He looked down at his fingers, they were coated in her white, creamy nectar.

"Lick them clean, slaveboy," she commanded him. He did as he was told, licking and sucking the pungent taste of her sex off of his fingers. Her taste drove him wild and he wished that he was still inside her.

"So what is the plan now Mistress?" he asked her playfully as they made their way through the small bit of brush that separated them from the clearing. As he was climbing over a downed tree branch he realized he must have worked his legs harder than he thought because they almost gave out on him. Adrenaline is a hell of a thing he thought to himself.

"Now we head back to the hotel and get cleaned up," she stated as she took the lead back onto the trail towards the car. He followed along unencumbered by the weight of the rocks that slowed him earlier and better able to keep up with her. As they made their way back to the car he was free to think of exactly what punishments might await him for his lack of stamina. Between that and the exquisite view he had of her ass, he remained hard for most of the trip back.

*****

Once they had returned to the bed and breakfast where they were staying it was already mid-afternoon. Allison had given him permission to take a nap for awhile, in part because he had begged her. He was tired from the hike and the lack of sleep from the night before and he had the worst case of blue balls he had ever experienced in his life. His entire pelvic region was achy from all the stimulation. He suggested that she allow him to cum and relieve the pressure and she had only scoffed and laughed at him. This was her compromise and he was grateful for it.

While he slept peacefully without having to be restrained, she continued to finalize their plans for the evening before spending some time out on their private balcony enjoying the waves and the beautiful weather. A couple of hours later she decided that he had had enough sleep and woke him up.

"I was having a really nice dream too," he said through a yawn.

"I bet you were, but it's time for reality again," she mused as she went to the closet and took down a hanger with her clothes for the evening on it and took them to the bathroom. He joined her and found a freshly pressed pair of dress slack with a nice shirt and tie for himself. 

"So what's the plan?" 

"The plan is that we are going to get cleaned up, and then you are going to take me out for dinner" she quipped as she stripped out of the sundress and stepped into the shower. He joined her and for the second time that day they got cleaned up together, he was required to clean her like before, but this time she spent no time playing with him. Apparently she still wasn't entirely over his performance inadequacies from earlier. Before they got dressed she made him don the electrified toy once more, sliding his flaccid member into the cock ring and the freshly lubed plug up his ass again. 

In traditional fashion he was dressed and ready to go well before she was, but when she finally emerged from the bathroom she was quite a sight to behold. She wore a dark purple 

top with short lacy sleeves. It matched his dress shirt and had a low neckline that showed off her boosted cleavage quite nicely. She also had on a black knee length skirt that had a slit in it and matching black stockings. The outfit was finished off with a pair of leather black stiletto pumps that had at least 3 inch heels on them. Her makeup was minimal, but perfect, smoky eye shadow and a subtle red lipstick. He took in her appearance from head to toe for several seconds and it still didn't register that it was his wife. She never dressed like this.

"So?" she asked, turning to give him a better view.

"Fucking marvelous," he uttered as he stared at her. 

"Glad you like it," she said as she walked over to the closet, the heels making her hips sway a bit and catching his attention. She pulled down a nice jacket to wear over top to keep her from getting too cold in the crisp evening air. He got up and joined her as they made their way to the car, making sure to open every door on the way lest he be penalized.

Following her directions it was close to a twenty minute drive inland to the restaurant and the sun was beginning to set by the time they parked their car. He made his way over to her side and helped her out of the car. It was an Italian restaurant judging by the sign and the building itself was beautifully fashioned out of brick and stone. The food must be decent he thought to himself as he noted that the parking lot was completely packed. 

They made their way to the entrance and walked into the dimly lit restaurant. The inside was even more magnificent than the outside. From the hostess' stand it extended into two separate dining rooms, the one to the left ended with a fireplace and had several tables in addition to a full bar. The hostess led them to the dining room on the right which had small candles lit at every table and had several antique looking wine racks full of fine wines. The edge of the room was lined with several very comfortable looking large booths with tables in the middle for larger parties. They passed several other groups until they were all the way in the back corner where they were shown to a booth. They promptly sat down opposite each other and menus were placed in front of them on the fabric tablecloth. 

"This place seems pretty nice," he said aloud once the hostess had left them. He took a few moments to admire the room and take in the smell of fresh baked bread. There were several other groups sitting at tables nearby dining on delicious looking entrees and he couldn't help but take a glance.

"I was hoping so," she said as she picked up one of the menus and he did the same. He opened the menu and was a bit astonished at the complex variety of dishes offered and their corresponding high prices. They made small talk as they perused the menu. After a few minutes their waitress walked up and introduced herself to them and Allison ordered a bottle of wine.

"We're going to play a little game slaveboy," 

"Hmm?" he said looking up at her from his menu in surprise.

"I'm going to make you edge right here in the restaurant, and every time you do you have to finish your drink," she explained before engaging her phone. He felt the low steady vibration begin against his prostate and at the base of his cock, which he had happily forgotten about since they left the hotel. Almost immediately it began to spring to life.

"Uh...I don't know if that's such a good idea...besides I don't even know if this toy-" he sputtered and felt the pointy toe of one of her shoes begin to make contact with his quickly growing hard on. She heard him inhale sharply and knew she was in the right spot. His heart began racing inside his chest.

"It's ok, that's for me to worry about," she said as she continued working her shoe back and forth. The waitress returned a short while later and poured each of them a glass of wine and Allison didn't stop teasing him the entire time she was standing there. He was hoping and praying that she couldn't see anything and remained blissfully unaware of his wife's little game. 

Allison put in an appetizer order and the waitress left them alone once again, at which point she turned the vibration up a level. Between the intense stimulation of the toy and the fact that she was indulging him in his foot fetish, he felt his arousal climbing. His desperate need for release was quickly reignited and the fact that they were in the middle of a restaurant where anybody could see them only made things that much worse. He looked around anxiously to see if anyone had noticed anything suspicious but they were all oblivious, engaged in their conversations and their food.

"I'm close," he said after another minute.

"Drink up," 

He picked up his wine glass and took a large drink of the crisp white wine. It was refreshing and slightly sweet. Allison joined him in taking a sip of her own wine. When he made to set his glass down she nodded at her phone and he got the message at once. He raised the glass to his lips once more and finished it.

"Nice work," she said as she refilled it.

"It's pretty decent stuff," he replied.

"Indeed it is," she agreed taking another sip and swilling the glass before looking around the restaurant a bit. The din of conversations all blending together ensured that nobody was eavesdropping. "Why don't you take your cock out so I can play with it proper?" she asked.




The Weekend Getaway Ch. 02 - Saturday



"I'm not sure that's a good idea," he replied his eyes darting around the room nervously before looking down at the table cloth apprehensively and wondering if it would be long enough to cover him.

"Scared?" 

"Yes," he admitted.

"But I want to play," she said, her lips pouted in mock sadness. He heard the sound of her shoes hit the floor and one of her stocking clad feet began to make its way to his crotch where it rested against his cock. She started sliding it against the bulge in his pants and placed her other foot in his lap. "Give me a massage slaveboy, my feet are sore from that hike earlier and walking in those sky high shoes."

He placed his hands under the table and began massaging as she had asked, making sure to work on every aspect of her tired feet. He couldn't help but imagine what the soft nylon fabric of the stockings would feel like on his aroused member. In the meantime whatever foot wasn't in his hands was used to tease him accordingly. She alternated between simply rubbing the ball of her foot along his hard shaft and flexing her toes against the head of his cock and making little circles. He could feel his arousal continuing to build as she took a sip of her wine.

The waitress returned to their table and set down a loaf of fresh baked bread along with a couple of small bowls of different sauces and one of herb infused olive oil. He was sure that she would notice the erotic game of footsy going on under the table, but if she did she didn't make any indication and instead left to attend to a nearby table.

"Mmm...that feels so good slaveboy," Allison moaned seductively as she dipped a piece of bread into the gourmet olive oil.

"Yes it does," he replied wistfully, knowing they were talking about two entirely different things and not caring. A minute later he stopped massaging her foot for a second in order to take a drink of his wine and she moved it into his lap where it joined the other one. He could feel the wine beginning to take effect and the warmth beginning to flood his face. She ran the toes of one of her feet gently along his inner thigh and continued to employ the other one on his erection.

"I'm right on the edge," he said quietly and she removed her feet from his lap to give him a break. He picked up the glass of wine and drank it down before helping himself to a piece of the bread. She refilled his glass and topped off her own before noticing the bottle was nearly empty. The waitress returned shortly and took their order and in addition to their meals Allison ordered a pitcher of beer that was on special.

In the meantime he was beginning to reconsider her earlier suggestion. He had drank that wine on an empty stomach and it was causing his head to buzz. He felt uncomfortably confined in his dress slacks and desired more of her tease. There was a couple that had been sitting adjacent to them and they had since finished their meal and left. Between that and the length of the tablecloth, it seemed unlikely he would get caught if he attempted it.

"Talk to me," Allison said, meeting eyes with him. He stared for a second into her dark, mischievous brown eyes.

"I think we might be able to get away with it now," he said, still a bit nervous.

"Oh really?"

"Yes,"

"Then ask me like you mean it," she said. He looked around the restaurant and saw that everyone else was engaged in conversation and paying no attention to their little corner. He felt confident and emboldened.

"Please may I take my cock out Mistress?" he pleaded. The combination of her antics and his submissiveness driving him mad with lust.

"You may," she said, "...but for being so indecisive you'll have to deal with this..." she said as she turned the vibrations up once more. At once he carefully unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out similar to the way he had done earlier in the day. He artfully tucked his cloth napkin in his lap and manipulated the tablecloth so that he was almost certain that nobody could see him under the table.

It was at that moment that he felt the amazing texture of her stockings as she began stroking him between her feet. It felt divine and it was everything he could do to keep it together. Between that sensation and the constant buzzing of the toy he felt a drop of precum work its way up to the top of his penis. She used her toes to rub it into the head and sensitive ridge of his cock and the newfound slippery sensation was breathtaking. Quickly he found himself at the edge yet again. For a second he contemplated not saying a word and letting his cum spill out onto her stockings. 

"God...stop..." he mustered as he reached for his glass of wine and took a huge drink of it.

"You like that?" she said devilishly.

"It's so...intense," he said as he finished the glass and set it down. She began teasing him again at once and he found himself trying to focus on his breathing and limit his arousal like he had done in the forest, but finding it a great deal more difficult to do so. He was already at the edge again and he signaled to her. She continued to tease him ever so slowly and he closed his eyes, doing everything in his power to resist cumming.

"Come on now, I don't think our service is that slow," the waitress said out of nowhere and he jolted upright. Allison chuckled and the waitress assumed it was at her joke, but he knew it must have been the look on his face. A steaming hot plate of pasta and his salad were placed in front of him while he attempted to regain his composure. After depositing Allison's food on the table she left them to dine in peace.

"I believe you owe me a drink," Allison said, filling a separate glass with beer, which he took in his hand and began drinking at once. He could feel the pleasant effects of the alcohol begin to cloud his brain even further, only serving to enhance his submissiveness and arousal. She poured herself one as well and took sip.

She continued to tease him off and on throughout the rest of their dinner encounter and each time he held up his end of the deal and had another drink. By the time they were finished and he zipped himself back into his pants he was a scrambled mess of alcohol and desire and loving every minute of it. On their way out of the restaurant he stopped off to the bathroom to empty his bladder under strict orders not to touch himself, and he didn't. She drove them back to the bed and breakfast, by far the more sober of the two.

*****

Back at the hotel Allison had decided that she wanted to take a dip in their outdoor hot tub and that he was to join her. She removed the toy she had been tantalizing him with all day and they stripped down together. After grabbing a bottle of champagne and a couple of glasses they made their way out to the private fenced in tub and removed the lid. It took them a few minutes to figure out the controls, but soon they had all the water jets blasting and the light in the bottom lit up a cool blue color. 

"Poor me a glass slaveboy," she instructed him as she stepped into the hot tub and found a comfortable place to sit. She closed her eyes and began to relax. He poured them each a glass and carried them carefully into the tub since he was still tipsy. After handing her a glass he took a spot next to her on the wall. They both enjoyed the relaxing massage jets working on their sore muscles from the hike. A good twenty minutes passed without either of them saying or doing a whole lot of anything except sipping champagne and gazing at the sky.

"You know, you turned me on today slaveboy," she said.

"Yeah?" he asked incredulously.

"Mmm-hmm," she said as she moved away from the wall and instead backed up into his lap. She felt divine as she slid her round tight ass up against him and he felt her begin to grind.

"God that feels good Mistress," he moaned. He reached his arms around her and began massaging her breasts. His hands had been outside the water and were much colder than her skin, the drastic temperature change made her nipples stand erect almost at once. His lips began to kiss the back of her neck as she moaned and reached behind her to stroke his hard cock. She turned her head and her lips met his, they sat there for several minutes, kissing and touching.

"You know...I've always wondered about those jets..." she said as she finished her drink.

"Yeah?" he said still buzzed and enjoying everything she had to offer.

"Yeah...I think I read about using them to cum in Cosmo or something."

"You want to try it?" he asked. She paused for a minute.

"Actually...yeah," she said as she got up off of him and turned herself towards the jets. He moved so that he could support her and she positioned her pussy in front of one of the strongest jets in the hot tub. "Holy shit...that feels amazing!"

He continued to play with her nipples and kiss along her neck and shoulders as she began to moan and her breathing quickened. The powerful jets were bringing her immense pleasure and he wanted to do anything he could to bring her even more. He could feel her body beginning to tense up as her excitement grew and he massaged her large breasts firmly, taking each in one of his hands. 

It took hardly anytime at all before he felt her begin to shudder. She was biting her lip and moaning loudly when all of a sudden an intense orgasm ripped through her. She writhed and reached out, grasping his thighs hard and digging her nails into him to steady herself, her feet against the edge of the tub. Instead of pulling away from the intense stimulation she continued to ride the pleasure of the pulsating jets, letting another wave of climax wash over her. He wrapped her in his arms and held her there as she caught her breath. Once she had she turned to face him and stared him in the eyes lustily.

"I want you to fuck me slaveboy," she demanded hungrily.

"Yes Mistress," he responded as she positioned herself so that he could enter her from behind. He stood up and the cool night air felt refreshing on his skin. He placed one hand on her ass and used the other to guide himself into her depths. It felt amazing except for one small problem that had crept up on him; his full bladder. Each thrust he made was punctuated by the painful discomfort of his sloshing bladder, no doubt brought on by all of the drinks he had enjoyed earlier.

"What's the matter?" she called back to him as he stopped.

"It's difficult when you've got to pee," he replied, "I need to take a quick timeout."

"I said I wanted you to fuck me!" she demanded. He noticed that she had a huge smile on her face and realized that this was no accident. She knew that he hated to have sex on a full bladder and wouldn't be able to truly enjoy it. 

He complied with her request and begin thrusting into her, angling the head of his dick so that it hit her G-spot like before. Her tight pussy felt amazing and he wished so bad that he could fully enjoy it without being in agony. It was enough to keep him intensely aroused. He continued pounding her, listening to the sounds of her moans and his balls as they slapped against her pussy with each dutiful thrust.

"What if I told you this was your only chance to cum slaveboy?"

"Fuck...please...just give me a quick break," he pleaded.

"I thought you were going to prove to me how much willpower you had?" she asked as she looked back at him with that . He had fallen for her trap and there was no escape. "As a matter of fact, I command you to fill me with your cum slaveboy," she added.

If he was able to cum it would take the wind out of her sails and allow him to be free from her torment. All day he had been trying to focus on not cumming and now in a weird twist of fate he was trying to attain the opposite. He tried to only acknowledge the pleasure and to block out the discomfort that he was feeling with each stroke. As he quickened his pace he could feel her pussy clenching tightly around him as she came. The rhythmic contractions as well as her sounds of pleasure brought him so close that he could almost will his release, but he couldn't quite make it. He began to slow his pace as her orgasm came to a close.

"You haven't given up have you?" she said as she felt his distended bladder.

"No...I just want to try a different position," he said as he flipped her around and entered her from the front, hoping the change would remove some of the pressure of his bladder but finding no such luck. He tried going slow and steady, hoping the decreased speed would be able to minimize the pain and bring him over the edge, but that failed to help. Over the next twenty minutes he tried a variety of different techniques, positions, and speeds to no avail. He wasn't helped by the fact that the longer he tried the fuller his bladder became. Throughout it all he had managed to make her cum twice more.

"I thought you were aching for release slaveboy?" she taunted him after her third orgasm from him fucking her.

"I'm sorry Mistress, but I can't cum," he finally said, admitting defeat and withdrawing his stiffness from within her. His bladder was so full that it was even the slightest bit movement was uncomfortable at this point.

"What a disappointment," she said as she carefully stepped out of the hot tub and reached for her towel, "tomorrow I will have to punish you even more than I was planning to after your incident in the woods."

"I really am sorry," he replied, and he really was too. There was nothing he wanted more than to blow his load, except to use a bathroom as soon as possible.

"Not as sorry as you will be when I'm done playing with you tomorrow," she said as she wrapped the towel around her body and began to make her way back to their room. As he grabbed his own towel and made his way to the bathroom he couldn't help but wonder what more she could possibly put him through. Either way he knew that he had another restless night ahead of him to contemplate the possibilities.



The Weekend Getaway Ch. 02



"Wow, I have never done anything like that Brianna. What gave you the idea?"

"I don't know, it just happened and I went with the flow."

"Well, no problems with the flow from either one of us I think."

"Yeah, you're probably right. At any rate, I certainly enjoyed it."

"Me too. Time to chill out now for awhile, then we'll head back to the inn."

They both lay on the sand, resting and smiling at each other, stealing kisses from each other from time to time. As the sun started to set, they both got up and started to pack up their gear and head back for the car. It was only a short drive and they were back at the hotel. Brianna mentioned that she wanted to take a shower and wash the salt and the grit off of her, and Ken agreed that it would feel good to get cleaned.

"So why don't we both take a shower together. That way we can get cleaned up completely"

"If you don't mind, it would feel good to have my back washed too. Kathy used to do that and I've missed it for a long time."

So they both headed for the shower, and Ken started the water and got the temperature set just right. Brianna had undressed while Ken was doing that and he quickly followed suit and they both climbed in the shower, with her nearest the water. Ken reached for the bath soap and as she turned to face him, she took it from him and started to lather up the washrag and began to rub the rag over his body in slow massaging circles. When she reached his manhood she lingered a moment and stroked him, first with the cloth, then with her hand, then moving to his testicles so that she could fondle them with her fingers. Then she continued down his legs with the rag, and carefully motioned for him to spin around so she could wash his back. 

Ken gladly obliged and Brianna went back to the task at hand, and shortly he was completely soaped up. They exchanged places and he got under the water to rinse his body off.

Then Ken took the rag and bath bar and lathered it up and began to wash Brianna's front. He did as she did, making circles, massaging as he went along, stopping to rub her breasts a little longer than needed so that he could watch her as she enjoyed the feelings that it brought. 

Brianna reached her hand to his face and brought his lips to hers and they kissed passionately for several moments, then Ken finished washing her frontal section and motioned for her to turn around so that he could wash her backside.

He continued the cleaning on her back, taking time to rub her back and massage it, and then continued downward until he reached her ass cheeks. She spread her legs so that he could have easier access and he brought the rag between her cheeks. Brianna stiffened slightly and Ken backed off, but then Brianna reached behind her and grabbed Ken's cock and with the other hand, she leaned forward and grabbed the handicap rail.

Ken took up her lead and with her help guided himself into her and started to pump in and out of her as she continued leaning forward. Brianna spread her legs some more to allow Ken to have better access to her nest and Ken began to stroke faster. Brianna was also starting to rock back and forth and very soon both of them climaxed together. Ken continued to pump himself inside of her until he was completely spent. Then he pulled out and spun her around.

Brianna grabbed Ken and kissed him passionately, with the water flowing over the both of them, and neither one caring. Brianna grabbed the bar of soap and washed her juices off of Ken, then washed herself and Ken cut the water off.

Ken held her hand as she stepped out of the shower, and she grabbed a towel and dried herself off, holding the towel up to Ken to get him to dry her backside off for her. He then dried himself off, with Brianna's help he dried his back.

Neither one said anything for awhile. They just stood looking into each others eyes and smiling. Brianna went back into the main room and got her nightie out, with Ken right behind her putting on his pajamas. 

When they were finished, they both collapsed in bed, snuggled up to each other as closely as possible.

"Ken, I didn't think I could have a better time than our last trip, but this trip has completely changed my mind."

"Bri, I agree. You have made this a most memorable time for me also. I just hate that we have to separate again tomorrow."

"Me too, but I think we will have many more times and many more tomorrows, so I'm not as sad as I was last time."

"I was thinking about that. What are we gonna do to top this weekend?"

"I don't know, and it doesn't matter. I just want to be with you. I know we live apart, and I've been considering this all weekend and how it's going to affect us with really getting to know each other."

"I'm not sure. I do know that I want to be closer to you so that it doesn't have to be a weekend here, or a weekend there. I would love to be able to cook for you, and maybe then have a relaxing evening in front of the TV watching a good movie."

"Me too. We'll just have to see what happens. Life has a funny way of working out sometimes."

And with that, they kissed once again, and fell asleep in each others arms.

The next morning they both got packed and started on their separate ways back to their homes, hoping that the next time that they met would be soon.



The Weekend Getaway Ch. 03



Kenneth and Brianna continued to talk on the phone and on the internet as much as possible after their weekend in Savannah. Fall was soon approaching and at times there was coolness to the air. Kenneth had always loved the mountains in the fall season, and he would take trips to Tennessee and to North Carolina just to sightsee and to climb some of the smaller mountains just to get a glimpse of the nature that was no where to be found where he lived now. 

"Hey Bri, I think the weather is getting almost perfect for a trip to the mountains to take in the fall foliage and maybe do a little sightseeing. What do you think about that idea?", asked Ken as he was silently praying that she would agree to go.

"Sounds wonderful to me. My parents used to take me to the mountains every year and we would rent a cabin and stay for a week. I don't think I could do that big of a trip, but a weekend would be great. I can take a Friday off and that will give us more time together."

"Wow that would be wonderful if you can manage it. How about next weekend? Would that give you enough time to request your day off?"

"Yeah, I should be alright with that time frame."

"Great, then it is a date!" Ken exclaimed, happy that his wish was granted.

"Hey Ken, how about if you drive up on Thursday evening and then we can leave out bright and early on Friday morning?" And at that moment Brianna was struck at what she had just requested. She had asked another man to come to her home. Not since Paul had passed away had she let another man stay overnight in their house. Ah shit, she thought. My house. Paul isn't here anymore. It's my house now.

"Are you sure that you are going to be comfortable with me being there?" Ken knew how much Paul still influenced her thinking, even though Brianna didn't readily admit it. And he realized that it was probably going to be a little uncomfortable for her at first when he did arrive, until her nerves settled down and she started to relax a bit.

"Yes, I'm sure. It is time that I had you over so that you can see where I live. I will be home about 5 that afternoon, so plan to be here anytime after that, and I'll fix supper for you too."

"Wow Brianna, that is really sweet of you. I look forward to seeing your place, and I'm sure the meal will be delicious also."

And with that they said their goodbyes and hung up. Brianna got the day off guaranteed, and they both made preparations for their weekend trip. Brianna emailed Ken the instructions on how to get to her house, and he printed them out so that he could take the directions with him when he drove.

On that Wednesday Brianna went to the store and bought all of the ingredients to make Ken her favorite dish, Chicken Marsala. Then she stopped by the wine store and bought the Marsala wine that she would use for the meal. She bought a bottle big enough for them to have some to drink with their meal also. 

Soon enough Thursday was here, and Ken packed his things that morning before leaving for work and loaded the car so that he could leave from work and head north to Brianna's. He planned to leave around noon, or shortly thereafter so that he would arrive around 6 that evening. He didn't want to barge in right as she was getting home from her job.

Brianna had rushed home from work, and started the food preparations almost as soon as she walked in the door. She was excited to finally get to cook a meal for Ken. She was slicing the mushrooms when she heard a car pull up in the driveway. Looking out the kitchen window, she saw it was Ken, and put down the knife and rushed to the door to greet him. Just as she reached for the knob, the image of Paul when she would greet him at the door with a kiss came to her mind. She quickly shoved it to the side, and she felt strange remembering that, and realizing it would not be Paul's face, but that it would be Ken's face that would be on the other side of the door when she opened it.

"Ok, I can do this. Nerves settle down. Calm, cool, collected".

And with that she opened the door. There stood Ken with a single rose in his hand, and a smile mixed with a grin beaming from his face.

"Hey there sweetie. So this is the homestead. I'm impressed. Tired, but impressed".

"Oh hon, it's nothing fancy. But it is livable and it still feels like home to me."

"And you look marvelous too. I brought you this rose as a thank you for having me here tonight."

"It's beautiful Ken. I love it, and that was very thoughtful of you too. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable, and I'm going to finish dinner for us. It will be ready within the hour. Do you want to fix yourself a drink? I have the Marsala, some whiskey left over that Paul used to drink." Oh shit, I did it to myself again, she thought. "Ken, I'm sorry about that. I shouldn't have brought his name up like that. Anyway, and there is some sweet tea in the fridge also."

"Don't worry about mentioning Paul. I told you before it don't bother me." And with that he went over to the refrigerator and poured himself a glass of tea. He watched as Bri moved around in the kitchen, clearly comfortable in this environment. She was wearing a pair of dress slacks that accentuated her backside quite nicely, and he couldn't take his eyes away from her ass and her legs.

Brianna could sense him watching her as she prepared the meal and she discovered that she enjoyed it. Once she bent over the counter at a corner where she was sure that Ken would have a good shot of what he wanted to see. One quick glance afterwards toward Ken and his pants told her she was right on target.

Brianna was just starting to mix the salad when she felt Ken's hands on her waist as he came up behind her and gave her a nice squeeze. Brianna didn't try to break away. She even leaned back into Ken's body and let the sensations that were coursing through her body fill her mind up with pleasure. She could even feel herself getting wet as she stood there wrapped in his arms.

"Ok, if you want me to cook, you're going to have to leave me alone and let me do my job!"

Ken laughed as she said that, and released his grip on her and moved to the corner of the room by the breakfast nook and continued to watch her as she finished up the meal. Soon enough the last bit was finished and it was time to eat. Ken helped Bri carry the meal into the dining room and set it on hot plates. Brianna had already set the table before she left for work, so that she wouldn't be rushed to do that also when she got home. Ken came around and pulled her chair out for her, and helped Brianna to be seated, then he poured her glass of wine, and then went to the other end of the table and poured his and sat down.

"Brianna, you have outdone yourself. This is simply marvelous. And I want to thank you again for having me here today. This is going to be our best weekend yet I do believe!"

Brianna just simply smiled and they both began to eat their meal, mainly in silence. They were both hungry and a little tired so it was nice to take some time just to relax. Ken was the first one to finish his meal, so he just sat and watched her eat. Her mouth was so sexy no matter what she was doing with it. That thought reminded him of the morning he woke up in Savannah and found out what magic that mouth could bring. Just the image of it started him to harden, and he had to shift real quick in his chair to be more comfortable.

Brianna noticed the sudden movement. "Is everything ok? You can go sit in the living room if these chairs are too uncomfortable."

"No, it's fine. Just tired I guess." And with that he continued watching her eat until she had finished her meal. They both got up and put the dishes away in the dishwasher. She made sure that Ken had a good shot of her ass as she bent over to load the glasses and dishes. About that time Ken came over and reached out to her from behind, letting his hands slide over her cheeks. Brianna turned and faced him and reached up and kissed him, longingly and deeply. Ken eagerly returned the kiss and it wasn't long until both of them knew they wanted each other then and there.

Ken reached back down to Brianna's ass and brought her up close to him. Brianna could feel the firmness of his cock straining to be released from his jeans. And with a quick movement, she unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his shorts to his knees so that she could have easy access to what she craved. She loved to suck his cock as she remembered how good he tasted on their last outing. So she pushed Ken back toward the island counter and Ken knowingly sat up on the counter. 

Brianna grabbed his shoes and socks and removed them, followed by his jeans and shorts. With a hunger that would make you think the meal had not been served, she bent down to Ken's waist and started to lick his shaft. Slowly at first so that she could inhale his aroma and taste his scent on her tongue. She would move her tongue from side to side occasionally, then up and down the shaft, stopping to circle the tip when she saw the pre-cum fluid starting to build on the end of his cock. She could feel his eyes upon her as she did this, and it turned her on even more, with her fluids now starting to flow freely. She knew she had to have him, so she pulled him off of the counter and went over to the counter and quickly shed her clothes and bent over facing the counter.

"Ken, I need you now. I want to feel your cock in my pussy, pounding and making this ache go away that I feel so strongly."

"Gladly my dear." And with that Ken grabbed that wonderful ass in one hand and grabbed his cock with the other and guided it into her pussy. "God is she wet", he thought to himself and he began to stroke back and forth in and out of her sweet lovebox. 

Brianna met his pace and arching her back so that Ken had easy access, they both began to move rhythmically, increasing in speed until they were both ready to explode. Ken could feel Brianna's pussy tightening around his cock and the sensation of that along with the wetness put him over the edge.

"Oh God, I'm coming", they both exclaimed at the same time as the stars exploded around them it seemed. Ken kept pumping her sweet pussy until the last of his come was spent, and he could feel Brianna starting to loosen up around his cock and knew that she was finished too.

Ken slowly pulled his cock out and turned Brianna around to face him. He bent over and kissed her lightly on the forehead, then trailing down to her lips, where he could taste something slightly different on her lips. He knew it must have been his cum and scent still resting on her lips, but he brushed that aside and let his tongue explore the deepest regions of her mouth until they were both too exhausted to stand anymore.

"I need to go sit down Ken. You wore me out!" Brianna laughed as she reached for a towel to dry her mound off from both of their fluids now running back out of her.

"I wore you out. You wore me out. You are the best lover I have ever experienced in my life. Making love in the kitchen was always a fantasy of mine, but you have made it come true."

"Oh Ken, you make me so happy. I could get used to doing this all the time."

All time time? Hmmm.... was she trying to give him a hint? Ken had to admit that he had thought about it, but had brushed it from his mind as being too early yet to even consider. But now.... well, he would have to consider it.

Brianna brought the towel over to Ken and grabbed his cock and gently rubbed the towel over it and his balls to clean him up too. Just the touch made Kens cock start to stiffen again, and Brianna smiled just knowing that her touch still had the magic. When she was done, she tossed the towel in the hamper and grabbed Kens hand and led him into the living room where they could cuddle naked on the sofa.

She felt quite contented with herself and she could tell by the look on Ken's face that he too was feeling the same. Brianna snuggled up next to Ken and laid her head on his shoulder, as they watched TV and made small talk for the rest of the evening, before finally going to bed.



The Weekend Getaway Ch. 03 - Sunday



A/N: I highly recommend reading the previous parts of this story titled "The Weekend Getaway - Friday" and "The Weekend Getaway Ch. 02 - Saturday" so that you can be informed of the situations, scenarios, and characters featured in this chapter. Feedback and ideas are much welcomed and thank you for reading! 

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"You're only digging the hole deeper by waking me up every hour and a half," Allison grumbled at him still half asleep. He emptied his bladder for the third time that night and she quickly relocked the bondage shorts he was trapped in before returning to bed. She must not have thought this far ahead when she coaxed him into drinking most of a pitcher of beer and almost an entire bottle of wine the night before. 

There was a small part of him that felt contented that he had to keep waking her up every few hours to use the bathroom since he hadn't exactly slept well either and this entire thing was her idea. That fact aside, he couldn't help but think that if she was grumpy from a lack of sleep it wouldn't be in his favor when she started doling out punishments in the morning. 

Normally he wouldn't give it a second thought, but she had never done anything quite as kinky as the weekend she had put him through thus far. They had experimented some in the past and found different aspects of the kink scene enjoyable, but nothing this involved. Suddenly it seemed as if nothing was impossible for her, which fueled his imagination even more. What more could she possibly put him through to finish off their weekend of exploration and fun?

In between his bouts of speculation and frequent trips to the restroom were his attempts to get a restful night's sleep, which were less than fruitful. He spent much of the time in a state somewhere between dozing and staring at the alarm clock, unable to get comfortable in the bed and the restrictive bondage shorts, and unable to ease his restless mind. She must have known that it was problematic for him because she went as far as to comment on it the morning before. 

Adding salt to the wound was the fact that she returned to sleep effortlessly following each of his disruptions. Meanwhile he was left tossing and turning, contemplating what she could possibly cook up in a few short hours. His ideas ran the gamut from smacking his balls, zapping him with electricity some more, some brutal exercise regime, to something more benign like being forced to eat her pussy for hours on end, or be teased sexually until his cock was rubbed raw. All of which seemed so plausible that he could feel the pain beginning to ache deep inside him already...

"Wake up slaveboy," she said, shaking him gently. He began to stir and realized that he must have dozed off and the sensations he was dreaming of were instead caused by the uncomfortable tightness in his shorts.

"What time is it?" he said through a yawn.

"Time for you to start your day," she replied, getting up off the bed and giving him a clear view of the clock which read a few minutes after eight. As he got up and rubbed his eyes he heard the knock at the door that signified that room service had dropped off their meal. "You can get that for me slaveboy."

He walked over and opened the door to grab the tray, hoping that nobody would be hanging around and catch a glimpse of him in the special shorts. Luckily for him there was nobody in the hall and he placed their food near the sofa in the corner of the room. They ate their breakfast without much discussion. He was searching for any clues that might tip him off as to what was in store. Other than her more abrupt tone there wasn't anything out of the ordinary or different than the two days previous days.

After breakfast she rummaged through her bag and began to pick out clothes for the day, a simple black top and some nice blue jeans. Unlike the day prior she hadn't set out any clothes for him.

"Do you remember what we talked about Friday night?" she asked him abruptly.

"You mean my lack of willpower, and how I would make it up to you?" he answered, hoping that by putting it into her terms he would appease her. 

"Yes...and what did you tell me?" she said, locking eyes with him.

"That I did have self-control and willpower..."

"You were supposed to prove it to me, and you failed miserably," she cut him off, an icy chill in her voice.

"Well..I mean...I..." he tried to think of something to say that wouldn't come back to haunt him, "...it wasn't like I knew you were going to be that...intense," he added, scrunching up his face and unsure if he'd chosen the right word or not.

"More excuses."

"I-I'm sorry," he said after several seconds, not really sure what else to say. 

"I bet you are," she said as she rolled her eyes.

"I am and I still have today to prove myself to you."

"We'll see about that..." she said menacingly, "...I'm certain you will crumble like the weak willed, closet stroking slaveboy that you are." With that she headed towards the bathroom and motioned for him to join her. Unceremoniously she removed the locks so that he could strip down and join her in the shower, where with little fanfare he was expected to wash her down like he had before.

When they were finished and dried off she got dressed, leaving him to stand there naked and unsure of what to do. He felt more anxious than anything else. She looked around the room before leading him over to a spot near the closet.

"We're going to play a little game slaveboy," she said as she picked up her backpack and dragged it a few feet from the wall so that it was now positioned between his legs and close to the open closet door. Using the handcuffs from the other day she quickly secured his wrists behind his back. She then pulled out a short braided rope that couldn't have been longer than three or four feet. With one hand she grabbed his scrotum, feeling around for his balls and then proceeded to wrap the cord around them several times before tying it with a knot. 

He looked at her nervously but without trying to stop her. She pulled on the loose end of the rope and he could feel the ache of her tugging on his balls. When he couldn't handle it anymore he instinctively began to squat to relieve the tension. That is when she tied the other end of the rope around the handle of the backpack. While his mind finished working out exactly what she was up to, she quickly attached a pair of nipple clamps to his nipples, the chain of which was tied by a rope to the bar in the closet. 

"It's your choice whether you want to feel the burn in your legs or the pain in your balls," she told him as she made her way across the room to his laptop case and pulled it out. He hadn't used it a single time since they got there. "Or you could just give me the password," she added.

"You already have my password," he said as he looked straight ahead into the now empty closet, his back turned to her. Not being able to see what exactly she was up to made him feel uneasy, but the slow burn that was starting to overtake his tired legs quickly worked its way to the forefront of his mind.

"I'm not talking about your computer login slaveboy."

He could hear her clicking through screens on his computer, navigating to places unknown. As he straightened himself some to try and relieve the burning in his thighs he felt the rope pull harder on his balls, the thin braided nylon digging into his flesh. Whatever was in that bag was heavy and it was anchoring his balls to the floor; the more he stood up, the harder it pulled. 

"I don't know what password you're talking about...some website?" he said, a bit panicked.

"Your 'special' folder."

"Special folder..." he stopped for a minute, shifting his weight a little lower to relieve the strain on his balls. 

"Don't play dumb with me slaveboy, the one hidden amongst your stash of porn, with the password on it," she clarified.

The realization of what she was talking about sunk into his mind like a rock, bringing with it a feeling of dread. That particular folder held all of the videos that he considered a little bit too risqué to be found by anyone, which is why he had locked them off with a password. He wasn't surprised that she found his stash of "normal" porn, it wasn't exactly hidden, but he was shocked that she would inquire about that particular password at a time like this. 

"I'm waiting," she said impatiently.

He could feel the burn worsening in his thighs and legs as he continued to squat. If only he wasn't stiff from that stupid hike the other day he might stand more of a chance he thought to himself. For several seconds he continued to ponder what he could say to try and get out of his current predicament.

"Oh that folder!" he pretended to be surprised, "I forgot all about that...I honestly don't even remember the password to that folder," he bluffed. The burning in his thighs was beginning to get more severe now and he felt the need to shift his weight once more. He stood up straighter, trying to find relief only to shift the agony to his now aching balls, which were pulled harder than ever. It was at this moment that he realized precisely how devilish her little scenario was, the genius of it made his cock begin to stir.

"Did you honestly think I would believe that?" she asked taking a step into his field of vision and staring him in the eyes. The look that she was giving him told him that she wasn't expecting an answer from him, so he lowered himself once more, placing the strain on his thighs yet again. With each passing moment it became more and more difficult to think as he was forced to choose his torment, and each time he shifted he was able to tolerate it for less and less time. She pulled the chain on the nipple clamps and the sharp pain brought him out of his head and back to her gaze.

"No Mistress," he admitted with a wince.

"Oh ho...is that the problem," she said glancing down at his now full on erection. The way that she was dominating him had reignited his lustful desires. She reached down with one hand and began to slowly stroke him. Her soft hands on his cock felt amazing and by focusing on that feeling he was able to distract himself from the fatigue in his legs. 

"Give me the password slaveboy."

"I can't."

"Yes you can."

"No..."

"Well then I can't bring you pleasure," she said with a laugh as she stopped stroking him and pulled once more on the nipple clamps, causing him to grimace. He needed to stand even straighter to relieve the painful sensation in his legs this time, and his balls were pulled so tightly that he was afraid they might rip off. The pain was excruciating.

"Fuck..." he groaned. 

"Just admit that you're a weak willed slaveboy and give in, it's ok," she goaded him. He couldn't bring himself to throw in the towel just yet, he had to try to resist. He tried tuning out the pain by letting his mind drift off to other topics, but every time she caught him doing it she pulled on the nipple clamps, preventing him from distancing himself. He was switching between his balls and his thighs nearly every thirty seconds now, unable to tolerate the pain in either for very long. 

She disappeared from sight for a second and he heard her sliding one of the big comfortable chairs over to near where he was standing. She placed it beside him and sat down in it and continued to watch his inner struggle. He didn't really want to give her that password, but he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. 

"I can't..." he repeated once more, mostly trying to convince himself and steady his resolve.

"You can, and you will."

She was right. The pain was beginning to become unbearable in his thighs and no amount of shifting was making it dissipate. The only way that he could get relief now was to give her the password. Considering how kinky things had gotten this weekend he hoped that she wouldn't judge him too harshly for its contents. 

"All right, all right...you win, just fucking untie me," he said as he finally cracked, at his breaking point and ready to be released.

"Nope, tell it to me now," she said as she got up and walked over to his laptop.

"0-3-0-5-9-0-4," he rattled off quickly.

"Perfect," she said as she typed it in. She then walked over to him and quickly released the nipple clamps and lead him to the chair, moving the heavy backpack with him and allowing him to sit. While he caught his breath, relieved to be out of her torturous grasp she was busy securing his ankles to the legs of the chair with some rope and two individual leather cuffs. When she finished she unclasped the cuffs that secured his wrists behind his back and secured them to the arms of the chair. As she worked he couldn't help but shift his focus to trying to figure out what the next step in her grand plan was.

"Now then, let's see what you suffered so badly trying to hide shall we?" she said as she walked back over to the laptop.

"I-I gave you the password, isn't that enough?" he said in a plea to gain her mercy, his heart beating fast in his chest. Maybe he could talk her out of perusing his most private files.

"No slaveboy, if I'm to punish you properly I need to see what kind of sick shit you're into," she said with an evil grin as she moved the laptop to a shelf close to the flat panel television. She reached behind it and found an HDMI cable and hooked it into the back of the laptop, broadcasting the view of the computer screen to the TV so that he was forced to watch her every move. 

"Please Mistress," he begged her, "I'll do anything for you if you just let it go."

"You're mouth may say otherwise, but your cock says you want this slaveboy," she replied as she began to scroll through the contents of the folder. He did have quite the erection going on. The fear and anxiety mixing with her domination and his submissiveness served as an aphrodisiac, making him aroused and eager to play along while dreading it all the while. 

She clicked on a file and a video began to play up on the screen of a man rifling through his wife's drawers and looking for something. A short while later he was going through her dirty laundry and found a pair of her worn panties and began to hold them to his face sniffing them. 

"Is this what you're into? Panty sniffing?" she asked incredulously.

"Well...not exactly," he replied sheepishly as he turned back to the video in time to see a woman walk in on the man. She began to scold him and chastise him for being such a pervert before broaching the topic of punishing him. The scene faded and returned with the man now tied up and at her mercy.

"Oh I see..." she said with a smile. He could feel his face begin to flush as the video continued to play out and the woman was swatting the man with a riding crop in the balls. "...You're a panty sniffing pervert like him that wants to be punished," she finished, walking around the bed.

"I...well... I mean," he stammered.

"That's a yes," she said walking towards him, her rolled up thong from two days ago in her hand. "Open up," she commanded him. He did as he was asked and she stuffed the panties in his mouth, grabbing a roll of duct tape and ripping a piece off before taping his mouth closed. 

"I think I've heard enough from you for now slaveboy," she said, "besides, you can still nod and gesture with your hands if you need anything." She then walked across the room and began digging through her laundry pile once more and found the navy satin panties from the day before. Carefully she place them over his head, with the crotch portion right in front of his nose and mouth, he was still able to see through the legs openings. 

"Judging by your response you are enjoying this just like that man in the video," she said, turning her attention to his cock, which was standing on end. She began to glide her hand up and down his shaft ever so gently and it felt divine. He looked up in time to see that the woman in the video had just used her mouth to bring her submissive right to the edge before pinching the head of his cock hard, leaving him in agony. Between watching the scenes in the video and Allison's delicate stroking he could feel his orgasm building already. 

"Don't you dare think of shooting your pathetic little load," Allison threatened him, squeezing the tip of his cock just like the woman in the video. He moaned and nodded his head no and she began stroking him once more. His quickening breath moistened the panties a bit and the smell of her arousal from the day before infiltrated his nostrils with each gasp of air. Before long he was right on the edge, he wiggled his hands frantically in their restraints and moaned loudly to signal her.

"Good boy," she said as she stopped stroking and teased the head of his cock for a few seconds with one finger, watching it spasm in pleasure, ever so close to erupting. She stopped for a few seconds and then pinched down hard on the sensitive head of his cock once more like a vice. It was painful and pleasurable all at once.

"What else have you got hoarded away?" she said as she grew bored of the video they were watching and made her way over to the laptop to select another one. When the next video started it was a man restrained, but this time his mistress was sitting on top of his face, forcing him to eat her pussy. In one hand she had a rope tied around his balls, and a paddle in the other smacking them as she went. She tugged on the rope much like the reins of a horse to signal him to slow down when she was close to cumming and wanted to enjoy herself a bit longer. When she wanted him to work harder at pleasuring her she would swat his balls instead. 

"You were thinking about that the other night while I fucked your face weren't you slave boy?" Allison said accusingly, reaching down and tugging on the rope still tied around his balls. He had forgotten it was even there. She gently slapped his restrained balls while pulling on the rope and the pain was greatly magnified since the force was so contained. "Weren't you!?" she said giving the rope a quick tug.

He tried to speak through the makeshift gag and shook his head no. It was the truth, he had been so focused on trying to breathe and enjoy the moment that he hadn't thought twice about that video. 

"I don't believe you," she replied and began stroking his cock, "so for the rest of the duration of this video I'm going to stroke you, and every time you get to the edge I'm going to pull the rope and swat your balls ten times as punishment."

It took very little for him to reach the first edge and just as she promised she made him pay by slapping his sensitive, cum-filled balls. The throbbing pain dampened his arousal slightly when she returned to stroking him, but the smell of her panties had him replaying the scene from two nights prior in his head. Now he was fantasizing about her riding him like in that video. It was as if she put the idea in his head and he couldn't escape it. He was quickly at the edge and her punishments played right into his fantasies.

She repeated the process time and again, sometimes stopping to tease him when he was on the edge and sometimes slapping his balls straight away. The video continued on in the background for what seemed like forever, an afterthought to which he paid little attention. Right now his world consisted of little more than the alternating cycle of exquisite pleasure and tormenting pain as she worked him over. His fantasies playing back in his mind while new ones were being created right in front of him.

When she removed her hands from him entirely he realized that it was because the video had finally stopped. She got up and walked back over to the laptop, giving him a chance to regain his bearings and giving his cock a much needed break. 

Another video began playing, this time it was of a woman dressed like a dominatrix, in a leather corset that her breasts nearly spilled out of. She was wearing thigh high stiletto boots to complete the ensemble, which her slave was kneeling down and licking with his tongue. While he cleaned one of them she prodded his hard cock with the toe of the other one, rubbing it back and forth.




The Weekend Getaway Ch. 03 - Sunday



"I've never understood why women think they have to dress like that to be powerful," Allison commented, "I think it's all up here," she added as she pointed to her head. He couldn't debate the finer points of the issue, but she was doing a good enough job dominating him with her mind that he couldn't help but agree with her.

Some time later the scene shifted and the dominatrix had donned a large strap-on dildo, it looked to be at least seven or eight inches long and extremely realistic. Her slave was now on his hands and knees on the bed and she began to add lubricant to the large phallus. Slowly she worked it into his ass, stretching him and taking her time, making sure that he could handle the girth before proceeding.

"You're lucky I don't have a strap-on like that slaveboy, I'd pound your ass without remorse," she threatened, "that's what you want isn't it, something up your ass?" 

He looked at her, uncertain of exactly what it was that she was playing at. She walked over to her duffle bag in the corner of the room and rummaged through it, emerging with a pair of latex gloves and a bottle of lubricant. She put on the gloves and squirted a fair amount of lubricant into one of her hands and began to spread it up and down the fingers of one hand and all over the other. 

"Get your ass down here," she said as she kneeled in front of him and motioned for him to scoot further down the chair. She slid her lubricated hand up and down his shaft. The smooth sensation of the slippery gloves on his cock was a delightful contrast to her earlier stroking. He could feel one of her fingers lightly stroking his anus and beginning to work its way inside of him. Her finger continued to make its way in as she was stroking him the whole time with her other hand. In no time he was right on the edge.

When he signaled her once more that he was getting close she let go of his cock entirely, and after a few seconds she curled her finger and began gently putting pressure on his prostate. He shuddered with pleasure at once due to the slow rocking motion she used on the engorged organ. A drop of precum oozed from the head of his cock and began to leak down to his shaft.

"I think you deserve to be teased some more as punishment," she taunted as she began stroking his turgid cock once more. He looked up at the video to see that the dominatrix was now slamming the dildo in and out of her slave with increased vigor, with him grunting and moaning as she went. It only took a few dozen strokes and he felt himself teetering on the edge of exploding.

She allowed him to cool down for a few seconds before she continued with her prostate milking, her finger bringing him even more pleasure and the urgent need to cum. The sensation was almost like he had to pee, but intensely more erotic, like his cum could just flow out of him at any minute. He wished that she would press harder and force it all out, draining him in a slow, drawn out prostate orgasm. 

"I bet you wish I was fucking your ass like that and making you cum," she said glancing up at the action on the screen.

Her continued stroking made more precum drool out of the end of his cock and she used it to lubricate her hand, increasing his pleasure. As she rotated between intense slow stroking and increasingly firm prostate massage, his need for release had gradually built into a driving, aching craving. With every edge he was pulling at the restraints now, moaning loudly with each of her denials and becoming increasingly oblivious to world around him. His need to cum was consuming him with wanton desire and making him feel a bit delirious.

He was unsure for how long she had been tormenting him and was lost in the tantalizing pleasure until it came to a stop and she carefully withdrew her finger from inside him and let go of his cock. She took a break and got herself a drink of water while perusing his laptop for yet another video. After a few minutes of searching she finally clicked one and began to watch the screen intently with a look of confusion.

The video began to play and a woman was dominating and stroking a man in bondage who was obviously close to orgasm. Just as he reached the point of no return she removed her hand from his member at the very last second. His cum began to spill without any further contact and he made a frustrated groan, void of the pleasure that normally accompanies such an act. Several seconds later his still hard cock stopped flexing and he was done with the whole frustrating experience. The camera shifted to another couple who were teasing in a similar fashion.

"I wondered what the hell they were talking about in the title when they said 'ruined orgasms'," she said, now enlightened. He looked back at her, unable to elaborate or explain anything about it due to the thong still taped in his mouth.

"That's a good punishment for you slaveboy."

He shook his head emphatically, there was nothing he wanted less in the world right now than for her to ruin the most perfect orgasm he would likely ever have. One that had been built of his deepest fantasies and crafted over the course of three days. He needed a full release and the mere thought of her denying him that made him sick to his stomach.

"No?" she acknowledged his protest, "...but obviously it must turn you on, it's in your 'top secret' folder."

He shook his head again and waved his restricted hands in addition, trying to convey how desperately he wanted the real thing. The video on the screen had transitioned to a segment of a woman who ruined more than one orgasm for the same man in short order, and his erection never even faded. Allison watched it intently, in one part disbelief and one part intrigue.

"I'll tell you what slaveboy, how about I flip a coin, and if it's heads I will let you cum, but if it's tails then I'm going to ruin your orgasm and I won't be the only one disappointed this weekend," she said as she made her way over to her purse and pulled out a quarter. He wanted to disagree, but there wasn't a damn thing he could do at the moment. His cock was throbbing and in need of relief and completely at her mercy. She flipped the coin and it landed on the large rug in the middle of the room without rolling. She looked down to confirm his fate without saying a word. 

"Oh don't worry slaveboy, you'll find out the results soon enough," she teased him, "I think since it's time for your big finish it's only fair if I use my feet, since I know they drive you crazy."

She pulled up a chair across from him and placed her soft, pedicured feet in his lap and prodded his balls with her purple painted toes. There was nothing more he wanted than to blow his load all over her beautiful feet, a fetish object of his deepest desires. She rubbed some of the lubricant she had used earlier on her toes and soles and he watched as she took his member in between her big toe and the rest began to stroke it. It felt unbelievable and she went slow knowing that it wouldn't take much to make him cum.

"You're going to blow a big load for me aren't you slaveboy?" she said sweetly a minute later as she changed her technique and began to rub his cock with the ball of one foot while continuing to tease his balls with the other. He shook his head yes, moaning and breathing faster, knowing the moment of truth was coming all too soon and looking for a tell that would indicate how she would respond.

"You've got a lot of cum built up in these balls, I bet you can't wait to spray it all over my feet," she said with a giggle, clearly attempting to tease and stimulate him as much as humanly possible. He felt it coming, on the edge he signaled her one last time and she continued stroking his cock. 

"Cum for me slaveboy," she said, and he felt the muscles at the base of his cock twitch. At that exact moment she pulled her feet out of his lap. There was a short delay before thick streams of cum began to trickle out of his poor member, landing all over the chair and the floor. He pulled at the restraints, moaning and begging for her to touch him, to bring him anything but the denial and wasted tease that she had left him with. He had never had the willpower to ruin his own orgasm, to feel that level of frustration. He had always grabbed himself again at the last second and continued stroking, managing to always get some level of pleasure out of it. The full experience was an exquisite torture, a cruel pleasure that simultaneously made every essence of his being cry out for satisfaction but kept him still aroused, still needy, still wanting.

"That's just too bad isn't it?," she said with a sickly sweet tone and a smile. He had no response, his mind felt like it was melting with ravenous desire.

"Care to flip it again?" she asked. Without any hesitation he nodded yes and she flipped the coin with one hand and began to stroke him with the other. Like before he had no idea what the result was, but for his own sake he hoped it was heads. He wasn't sure he could handle another ruined orgasm.

His cock was still hard and his arousal hadn't resolved in the slightest. She added more lube to her hand and continued stroking him at a steady pace. Within no time at all he was again feeling the pleasure of orgasm draw near. It was new territory for him and he was surprised at how quickly he could recover, much faster than when he had a regular orgasm, not all that different from the man in the video.

Again he made the signal to let her know that he was on the edge and she sped up her hand, bringing him ever more pleasure and pushing him over the edge. She withdrew her hand at the last possible moment and his cock convulsed and began to leak out even more cum, not as much as the first time she had ruined him, but still a sizable load. Her hand was only an inch from him and he thrusted desperately trying to rub against her, but to no avail. He pulled at the restraints harder, determined to break free and reclaim his lost pleasure, but the ropes held strong. There was nothing he could do and her continued domination drove him mad with lust. 

"You know, you really should have tried harder yesterday to please me," she chastised him, wagging her finger back and forth in a mocking gesture. His response was stifled into a series of unintelligible moans. Something that she clearly enjoyed. "I wonder how many times I could do this before you lost your mind," she said devilishly. He groaned in displeasure and she just laughed, picking up the coin and tossing it once more while teasing the ridge of his still hard cock with the finger she had waved at him mere moments before. 

Still desperately aroused, he responded quickly like before. He couldn't help but contemplate how long this could possibly go on. It wasn't like he had a whole lot of choice, but so far she had defied the odds in denying him his much needed orgasm. She was like a cat playing with a mouse before moving in for the kill.

"How much more cum do you have in there for me slaveboy?" she said as she fondled his balls with one hand and began stroking him in earnest with the other, twisting her wrist and working over the head of his cock with every motion. It only took another minute and he could feel the cum building in him once more. 

"Do you think this is your chance?" she asked him as she stopped stroking him once more and began playing with the most sensitive spot on the underside of his cock. He moaned in response, hoping and praying that it was. "What if I just keep teasing your sad pathetic little cock all day?" she added.

Briefly he contemplated the possibility that she might make that a reality while she continued tickling that spot ever so gently. He wondered if there was a world record for ruined orgasms in one session, or if maybe he would go numb to her touch and it would end her fun.

Suddenly she began stroking him hard and fast and he began to cum. He felt every muscle in his body tense and contract, pulling harder than ever at the restraints as unimaginable pleasure washed over him like a thunderous roar. He could feel his face flush. There was even less cum than before, but it shot out in forceful jets all over her hand and the floor. She continued to work his member, milking out every last drop of his cum as he felt a bit lightheaded and high from the intensity of the sensation. He was somewhere up amongst the stars, lost in the splendor of his release.

When he finally began to come back down to reality he realized that she was still stroking him slowly and his cock was beginning to become too sensitive. He waved his hand to try and get her to stop but she just kept on stroking.

"What's the matter slaveboy? I thought you were going to prove to me how much willpower you had?" she said, refusing to let him relax. He began grunting and writhing, wanting nothing more than to get away from her. The feeling was too much, and it was so sensitive it hurt, yet her domination was still so sexy.

"If I stop, you're just admitting that you're just a weak willed little slaveboy, is that what you are?" she asked him. He tried to hold out a few more seconds and she switched her technique and began rubbing her palm over just the head of his cock. It was unbearably sensitive, he wanted to scream. He shook his head yes, agreeing with her. He would have done anything to make her stop.

When he finally caught his breath he realized that her beautiful brown eyes were staring at him as she wiped the cum off of her hand. His cock had quickly gone soft after everything it had been through and he felt completely drained.

"I think you owe me big slaveboy," she commented with a softer tone, as she began to untie him.

*****

The rest of the day had played out much more like a traditional romantic getaway. She had informed him that they had reserved the hotel room for one more night and that they planned to enjoy it together. For the first time since they arrived he could truly take in the beauty of their surroundings as well, and perhaps enjoy a good night's rest. They had gone out to dinner together and had some drinks before retiring to the hot tub once more, to enjoy the stars and the massage jets one last time as well as the cool, quiet autumn air.

"I don't know why they dress like that," he said spontaneously, reflecting on her question about the dominatrix from earlier, "I think it's just the male fantasy and the image of power."

"Well, sorry, I couldn't justify spending any more money on sex stuff," she said apologetically. 

"Oh no, you...you were fantastic just the way you were." 

"Yeah?"

"Most definitely, what did you think of it all, too weird or something you would do again?" he asked, a bit nervous and unsure of what she would say.

"I think I'd do it again, I mean, I was a bit nervous at first but it's not so bad after awhile," she said before adding, "...besides, you made me cum quite a few times this weekend, how can I complain?" They both laughed, and he sunk down into the hot tub so that the jets could work on loosening up the muscles in his neck.

"I've got to know, was it really tails the first two times?"

"Hell no, but I was in charge and I wanted to see a ruined orgasm first hand."

"So, what about your fantasies?" he asked nonchalantly, figuring that since she had discovered so much more about his desires that it was only fair that she open up some. When she didn't answer he looked over to see she had turned slightly pink.

"Well...maybe someday we could get into that," she said dodging his question.

"Uh huh," he said with a smile, "As you put it earlier, I think I do owe you something," he said, the wheels in his head turning and wondering what it was that she was hiding.

"Oh good, you're ready to have sex and pay me back then," she said playfully.

"Uh...no...I don't know if I could even get it up right now, I meant we should indulge those fantasies."

"Maybe," she said coyly, "...but if you aren't going to help me get off right now, then can you at least stop hogging that water jet so I can borrow it, it was pretty fucking amazing last night."

Clearly she had some sort of fantasy and wasn't ready to share it with him. As he moved over and she took his spot he couldn't help but reflect on what an awesome weekend it had been and wonder what he could ever do for his wife to repay her. He would have the whole ride home the next day to try and figure it out what secret fantasies she was hiding and perhaps cook up a surprise of his own.



The Weekend Getaway Ch. 04



The sun had already started to rise when the alarm clock went off. Brianna looked over at Ken as he started to stir from the noise. She reached over to him and stroked his chest gingerly, playing with the chest hair that she loved so much. She noticed the lump in his pants and started to reach for it, but then Ken sat up on his elbows and smiled at her, and she realized that they needed to be going soon. 

"Good morning, my precious. How are you this morning?", Brianna asked in her still somewhat sleepy voice.

"I feel wonderful. I am looking forward to our weekend so much. Last night was the perfect kickoff, but we need to get on the road soon so that we can make it there by evening."

Each one got up out of bed and started to stir about the room getting the last things together before they started on the trip. They both had a bowl of cereal and some juice for breakfast. Brianna was first to get a shower, and then Ken grabbed a quick shower while Brianna finished packing the last of her toiletries and personal things. Ken emerged from the shower, the sunlight gleaming on his body, and Brianna caught herself almost gasping as she let her eyes roam over his entire body as he got dressed. Yes, he wasn't the hunk that some women craved, but he was more man than any other man she had ever seen or met. She began to think that he had even surpassed her memories of Paul. Damn. There he was again. Somehow Paul always had to creep into her memories. "This has got to stop" she told herself. She had to find someway to push Paul back into the further recesses of her mind, and let her new memories with Ken take front row.

"Do you have your entire luggage ready?" Ken asked Brianna.

"Yes, it is set and ready to go. I don't mind helping carry some of it out."

"No, I can get it. You pack pretty light for a girl. Most women carry the whole dang house."

And so they went out to Ken's car and started the journey. Brianna put in the address of the cabin into her new GPS unit that she had bought after they last encounter. She figured that she was going to need it as it seemed they were going to be finding new adventures and locations to enjoy each others company. 

The drive would take several hours to get to their destination, so Ken put the top down on the convertible. Brianna laid back and reclined the passenger seat so that she could see out the windshield and still be able to look up at the heavens as they drove through the mountains. Most of the ride was on two lane roads, and the closer that they got to the mountains, the more the roads curved and twisted, sometimes making Ken slow down to an almost crawl as he negotiated the hairpin turns. There were places where there were rockslides with boulders that had come to rest on the shoulder of the road. And in other places there were sheer cliffs that stretched to the heavens, or so it seemed. The rock face would rise so high above the car that Brianna couldn't see the tops. Sometimes water would be trickling down the slopes making the rocks glisten in the sunlight as it was rising in the east. Brianna found herself mesmerized as she followed the scenery, and was jolted back to her senses as she felt the car pulling off to the side of the road.

Ken had turned into an overlook parking area that the national park service had made for visitors to look out at the adjoining mountain ranges and the valleys below. Ken found a parking spot and stopped the car. The he went around to the other side and let Brianna out of her side of the car and they walked hand in hand to the cemented area with the steel painted railing where the wonderful views were. There was a trail just to the left where visitors could walk down to another ledge that faced about thirty degrees to the west of where this overlook was. 

"Hey Bri, do you want to walk down the trail and see what it looks like from another angle?"

"I'm not sure Ken. I have never been very good at negotiating narrow spaces like that."

"Not to worry, I'll be right behind you keeping you steady on your feet."

"Ok, let's give it a shot then."

So Ken and Brianna started down the path with Ken right behind Brianna and close enough that he could reach out and grab her at any moment. The trail had some loose dirt in places, so caution had to be exercised at every moment. Brianna stepped carefully as she descended to the next overlook, but as she neared the overlook area she found herself slipping and Ken quickly reached out and grabbed her by the back of her arms and steadied her back to her feet. He kept his semi-hold on her until they were both safely on the rocky outcrop.

"That was a little bit scary back there. Thanks for coming to my rescue Ken."

"Yes, you gave me a bit of a scare. But this is even more beautiful than the scene from above, so I'm glad we tried it."

Brianna just smiled at him and then turned her attention to the scenery before them. The mountains seemed to go up and down in waves, with trees covering them almost completely. There were a couple of stone facings on the sides, and one on the top of a range to their west that closely resembled what Dolly Parton is so famous for. Ken chuckled to himself at the thought of that. Brianna's were nothing of that size, but like his grandfather had always told him, "What a man can't put in his mouth is wasted anyway." And Brianna's were perfectly sized, leaving very little "waste" when he devoured her breasts in their lovemaking.

"Love making." Yes, that is what it was. They were past the point of just having casual sex. He could feel the intensity of their feelings for each other being passed from one body to the next as they explored their sexual feelings together. He knew he was definitely falling in love with Brianna. 

"Ken, I think it's time that we started back up the slope and get on our way to the cabin. My feet are getting a little bit tired from standing, and after that slip coming down, I need to be on my game going back up the trail."

"Ok, let's be on our way then", Ken replied.

They both were very careful in their journey back to the top overlook, and doubly so when they came to the area where Brianna had slipped earlier. Ken took Brianna's hand as they reached the top and lead her back to the car, stopping to open and close the door for her as they reached the car. Then Ken started the car and pulled back onto the road again. It wasn't long before the sign said that they were at the city limits and Brianna looked up the directions to the cabin that Ken had reserved for them, and she led Ken right to the door.

"Hey, you make a really great co-pilot Brianna!"

"Well, you had written out the directions very plain, so it was easy for me to follow them", Brianna replied as she put the paper in the glove box in case they needed them again.

"Thanks for the compliment dear." And with that Ken got out of the car and came around and grabbed Brianna's hand as she got out of the car, and they walked side by side up to the office to check in and get the keys to the cabins that were situated to the rear. The office was an old log cabin that had been moved from its original location, and set on this property and restored. The owners then had a set of cabins built on the side of the mountain, with each one on a different level, and each one turned toward a different view of the mountains. Ken paid for the weekend and then they got their keys and started back out to the car to retrieve their luggage. Ken toted the heavier bags, and Brianna went on ahead and opened the screen door, and unlocked the main door and held it open for him. 

Ken set the luggage down at the closet and then suddenly felt two arms reaching around him. He turned and there was Brianna's beaming face peering up to his. Ken bent his head and kissed those lips that were being offered up to him. Brianna hungrily leaned into Ken and returned the kiss fervently, moving her arms from his waist to his neck and pulling him closer to her so that she could more easily have access to the lips that she wanted on hers. Ken reached his arms around Brianna and drew her close to him and they both explored each other's mouths with their tongues. As Brianna felt Kens tongue explore deeper into her mouth, she took her lips and begin to suck on Kens tongue, letting it slip slowly out of her mouth and bringing his lower lip to her lips with more of a sucking motion, yet lightly biting on it as she let it slip totally from her mouth.

Brianna then pulled back from Ken and stared at him for a moment. Ken wondered what was going through her mind, but decided to play along, as she had never failed to disappoint him yet in any of their sexual exploits. Ken could hear her breathing and realized she was breathing as heavily as he was.

"Ok, we need to unpack our luggage", Brianna said as she gazed up to his face. "If we don't, it may be awhile before it gets done, and I want to go see some sights around the town."

"Yes, there will be plenty of time to continue this later", Ken agreed.

They both pitched in and it was not long until every item of clothing had been put in its place. They looked around the cabin to see what amenities it included. The website had some pictures of the cabins inside and out, but warned that not all of the cabins were pictured and that some of the decorations and scenery would be different in each cabin. There was a living room area with a large stone fireplace in the middle of the wall, with the master bedroom door just to the left of the fireplace. The master bath was to the left of the bedroom, and a set of French doors looked out onto the wooden deck that faced toward the west. There was a settee that had been placed in the corner of the room, with a dresser and a chest of drawers on opposing walls. The bed was a king size sleigh bed with a quilted comforter atop of linen bed sheets and thick pillows.

Back in the living room area on the wall that faced the front door was a wooden staircase that led to a loft area that held two overstuffed chairs and a hide-a-bed sofa with scattered tables and lamps that overlooked the large triangular shaped windows that faced the mountain ranges. 

On the left side as you entered the front door was the large kitchen with an island kitchen that included a jenn-air range and a metal sink at opposing ends. All of the kitchen utensils and pots and pans were included in the rental, and Ken had already thought about cooking Brianna a dinner before their weekend was up. He didn't cook a lot anymore, as it was tough to cook for just one. He had mainly been living off of restaurant food and sometimes a frozen dinner from the supermarket. It would be nice to be back in the kitchen again.

"Ok, it looks like we have seen everything here in the cabin. How about we go explore the town while it is still light outside?" Ken asked as they came back into the living room area.

"Sounds wonderful to me, Ken" Brianna replied as she started for the front door. 

Ken quickly followed her out the door and down the path to the street below. Ken came up to Brianna's side and reached for her hand and together they started toward the main street area. There were shops of all types. Most of them were geared toward tourists, with souvenirs plastering the windows and shelves. They found an antique shop further down the street, and as they entered the shop they both noticed the smell of the shop. It was in an older building that had an almost musty smell, mixed with the cedar and oak aromas blending in, giving the shop a rustic charm with all of the older pieces scattered around in the store. There were shelving units in the middle of the shop that held the smaller pieces. Some antique frames and signs adorned the walls of the shop, and Ken recognized some of the brands that were no longer in business. He found an old metal Coca-Cola sign hanging that he liked. It had a little rust around the edges, but it was in otherwise good condition.

"That is a popular style of the Coca-Cola sign, and hard to find" he heard a voice from behind telling him. Ken turned and realized the shop keeper was talking to him.

"Yes, it brings back memories of when I was a child. During the winter when we would have a decent snowfall, we would take a sign just like this one to the big hill behind the house and set it down with the logo facing the ground and sit inside the rim area and go flying down the hill on the snow, leaning as we went to try to steer the sign in between the trees at the bottom of the hill. Sometimes we would miss and crash into a smaller pine. Everyone would burst out giggling, and then race down the hill to make sure that the "crasher" had survived the wreck. Then someone would grab the sign, and take off back to the top of the hill to try it all again."

"Ken, that sounds like it would have been a lot of fun." Brianna piped up. "Too bad we think we've outgrown things like that as we grow older. I always want to be able to enjoy a second childhood as I grow older."

"You know Brianna, you're right. It is time we start to relive our childhood again. We're not getting any older!" Ken replied.

With that the shopkeeper chimed, "Well, folks, how about I wrap that sign up and let you take it home and make some more memories. You know, winter isn't that far away."

"Sounds great, but I live in Central Florida now and snow is not on our list of weather phenomena during any year." Ken replied.

"Ken, we could leave it at my house. We don't get a lot of snow, but there is usually one storm a year that leaves a couple of inches of snow on the ground for a few days. There is a hill just to the north of the house at the end of the cul-de-sac that would be perfect for a little sledding. And when it is not in use, we'll find a place on a wall to hang it for a decoration."

"Oh sweetie, that would be fantastic." Ken replied. 

"Alright folks, let me get this rang up for you, and I'll wrap it in some protective wrap for you to keep it safe until you reach home."

So the shopkeeper took Kens credit card and finished the transaction by wrapping the sign in bubble wrap to keep it from getting scratched on the trip back home. The shopkeeper then offered to hold onto the sign until they had finished their shopping and were headed back to the cabin. Ken accepted the offer and thanked him and then he and Brianna went back out of the shop. 

"Ken I'm getting hungry. Let's see if we can find something nearby to eat."

"That sounds good to me. My bowl of cereal has definitely worn off"

There was a sandwich and ice cream shop just down the street. They went inside and ordered the lunch special which included a six inch sub, potato chips, and a medium drink.

As they sat down to enjoy their meal, Ken spoke. "Brianna, thanks for offering to let me keep the sign at your house. I will miss having it hanging on my wall to look at."

"Well, that will just give you another reason to come to the house more often now, won't it?" Brianna smiled as she spoke, letting the corner of her mouth turn up into a small grin.

"Quite honestly, to be with you is enough reason to be at your house as much as I can."

"I know how you feel" Brianna replied. "I have been thinking a lot about us, and how much I miss you and want you when you're back at your home."

"Well, it's not exactly a home without you being there. More like a house, just four walls and a roof over my headed to come home to each night from work."

"Wow, I hadn't thought of it in those terms. Now that I think about it, you're right. Mine feels the same way when I am not with you. And that is what I want to talk to you about. Ken, you have made me happier than I have been in a long time. But the driving distance that we now have between us is killing me. I want to be able to see you when I can. My boss owns a couple of businesses and he just lost the manager of one of the businesses that he had hired years ago. He died of a sudden heart attack. I took the liberty of telling him about you, and your skills. He wants to meet and interview you if you are interested in the job."

"Brianna, that sounds interesting. I too would love to be closer to you, and not have to depend on our weekends when we can get them. But I don't know if I'm ready to take that big of a step and move to another town so far away. I have my friends back in Florida that I would miss terribly. What about the years that I have been employed with my company? I have a lot of seniority that allows me a lot of privileges."

"Well, do you have a 401k plan for your retirement with the company?"

"Yes, I have quite a bit put back in my retirement savings."

"Alright, you can always transfer that over to another to another 401k plan at the new job. I have a wonderful plan with the company, and I'm sure he will probably offer you an even better deal with you being at management level."

"Well what about the house? The housing market is not in exactly the best shape right now. Although I do admit that it would do me good to get away from all the memories that were made in it. Some of them were wonderful, but there toward the end, a lot more bad than good."

"Ken, I'm not saying it has to be immediate. And yes, I do realize that there are a lot of things to consider. But I want you with me. I want to come home to you. To be able to hold you, smell you, feel you, touch you, make love to you when I want."

"Brianna, nothing would make me happier. I too want the same things. But can I have some time to think about it? This is not a decision that I am going to take lightly, nor am I going to rush into it. We've only been together a couple of months, and this is not something that can be rushed into without thinking everything through."

"That will be fine Ken. I want you to take the time and make sure that this is going to be what you want to do for the rest of life. Take the time to think it through, and when you're ready you can give me your answer. Just know that whether you say yes or no, I will still love you the same no matter what."

"Brianna, you're so wonderful. I promise you that I will make a timely decision and not keep you guessing. And no matter what I decide, I hope you will always remember that I am madly and deeply in love with you."

They finished their meal in silence, stealing glances at each other as they took their bites of food. Ken was the first one finished with his meal, and as he sat there watching Brianna finish her sandwich and chips, he pondered what had just taken place. Brianna had finally put her cards on the table and said what he had suspected earlier that she was thinking. He couldn't imagine being with any other woman, or being without her. He knew that he had to really give this some deep thought and then be able to live with that decision for the rest of his life.

Just then Brianna finished her meal and wiped her mouth with her napkin. Ken stood and reached for her hand, and they walked arm in arm out of the sandwich shop and back onto Main Street. The crowds had picked up a little bit and they started back toward the antique shop to retrieve the sign that the shopkeeper was holding for them. Ken thanked the shopkeeper once again, and they went back outside. Ken had the package tucked under his right arm and with his left hand he interlaced his fingers with Brianna's and they made their way back down the street, and eventually they were back at the cabin.

Brianna held the door open for Ken, while he set the package down to the side of the front door. With his arms now free, Ken reached out and drew Brianna close to him and kissed her with all of the love that he felt inside of himself. Brianna returned the kiss and what seemed like hours later they broke the embrace.

"Hey Bri, how about you let me cook supper for you tonight? You had a chance to cook for me, now I want my chance to do the same. I don't really get to cook at home since I'm by myself. And it would please me to fix your dinner for you."




The Weekend Getaway Ch. 04



"That would be wonderful Ken. But what are you planning to fix? We don't have any groceries here yet."

"Well, I was thinking we could ride into town and pick up some things from the store. I would love to have a steak, baked potato, some corn on the cob, and maybe a salad. How would that sound?"

"Sounds like a plan to me honey. Let me run to the bathroom and freshen up a minute. I'll be ready to go in just a second."

Ken waited for her to return and then they got into the car and headed back towards town to the grocery store that they had passed on Main Street while they were shopping earlier. Ken went to the meat counter and Brianna strode toward the produce section to get the corn and the salad fixin's. They walked around the store and bought a few more items to use over the weekend. Then they checked out, with Ken paying for the groceries. They returned to the car and made their way to the cabin. Brianna once again held the door while Ken carried in the bags of food.

"Ok, make yourself comfortable, and I will get the food started. I want you to rest like you had me do when we were at your house last night."

With that Ken started the preparations, beginning with the salad items, chopping, shredding and slicing as needed. He then put a pot of water on the stove to begin boiling.

"Hey Bri, how do you like your steaks cooked?"

"I like mine medium well. I don't mind a little pink in the middle; I just don't want blood running out from it everywhere."

"Yep, a little pink in the middle never hurt anyone", Ken replied, with a devilish little smile as he spoke. 

Brianna just laughed and reminded him how silly he could be at times. Ken went back to work, preheating the oven, wrapping the potatoes in tin foil, adding a little water inside before twisting the ends tightly and placing them on a baking sheet to go into the oven when it was warmed. Brianna made her way over to the couch in the living room that faced the kitchen area and watched as Ken went about his duties. He genuinely seemed at home in the kitchen. She was a little surprised, but then again, he seemed to hold many surprises in store for her. And now that she thought about it, she guessed she did too. Especially with what she had sprung on him back at the sandwich shop. She was so hoping he would say yes. But she was determined not to push either. She would let him make up his mind on his own. That way surely he would have no regrets at all.

Ken glanced at Brianna occasionally and wondered what she was so lost in thought about. She was so beautiful, sitting there on the sofa, the sunlight streaming through the windows and highlighting her silhouette. He felt a stirring down in his soul as she let his eyes follow her curves from her head to her toes. Those hands that brought so much pleasure to him, and those breasts that he dearly loved to hold and caress. "Ok, I've got to get my mind back onto the business at hand" Ken reminded himself. It would be too easy to cut a finger or worse if he wasn't mindful of what he was doing.

And just like that he felt a nick on his finger, and immediately put it up to his mouth to try to stop the blood that was starting to ooze from the cut.

"Are you ok Ken? What happened?" Brianna asked as she saw him jump back from the knife and cutting board.

"I'm fine; I just nicked my finger with the knife. I need to be more careful. Maybe I'm out of practice." Ken smiled as he said that, trying to reassure Brianna that everything was alright.

Brianna got up from her seat and came into the kitchen to check on his injury. She reached toward Ken and took his hand in hers and looked at the cut. Then she brought his hand to her lips, and gently kissed the cut, then she let the finger slip in between her lips and she licked and sucked the last of the blood drops away from his cut. The sensations that she was giving Ken brought about that longing in his loins again. Brianna could sense it, and she stepped closer and reached her face toward his for another kiss. Ken slipped his tongue into her mouth and Brianna hungrily licked and sucked it just like she had done to his finger. Her fingers at the same time were reaching around to his back to draw him closer to her, and be able to explore his back, caressing it gently as she felt her knees weaken from his kisses. 

Ken was able to break away from her advances and said, "Bri, if I don't stop now, supper is not going to be made. We have the whole weekend to enjoy, so let me get back to work."

"Well, if you must. But I can't wait to taste you.... uh.... taste your cooking." Brianna said with a devilish grin. 

Just then the oven preheat signal alarmed, so Ken resumed his cooking and Brianna went back over to the couch and sat back down. Ken put the corn in the water and the potatoes in the oven then went back to finishing preparing the salad. As the corn and potatoes were nearing completion Ken put the steaks on the jenn-air and it wasn't long before the aromas had permeated the entire cabin. Brianna arose from where she was sitting and retrieved the dishes and silverware and set the table for their meal. Then she got out the wine glasses and poured herself and Ken a glass of the now chilled wine that they had purchased at the store. 

Ken brought the food to the table when it was cooked and they both sat down at the table, with Ken helping Bri to sit in her chair. The sun now down to the horizon and it cast a glow over the whole room, almost creating a candlelight atmosphere. They both started eating their meal, making small talk as they progressed through the courses. At last they finished their meals, and they both worked to clean up and wash the dishes so that they could enjoy some time intimately. Brianna brought the dishes to the sink while Ken did the washing, and Brianna grabbed a cloth and quickly dried the pots and pans since the dishes, silverware and bowls had taken up most of the room in the drainer. Ken was almost through with the pots when he accidentally turned the spray head the wrong direction and squirted Brianna as she was drying the pan the potatoes had been baked in. Ken stopped what he was doing suddenly afraid of Brianna's reaction. Brianna just laughed and popped Ken on the butt and said "Ken, be careful where you squirt your hose next time."

Ken quickly returned the laugh. "You never know where or when I will aim my hose next time."

"Well, you can aim it at me anytime you get ready." Brianna smiled as she said this, realizing the thought was making her want the real hose squirting inside of her.

They finished the rest of the dishes, splashing water and picking on each other at times when the other one wasn't watching. Ken noticed Brianna's nipples getting hard, possibly because of the cool water on her shirt, but also because of the sexual innuendo's that had been passed between them while they continued the cleaning.

As Brianna finished the last of the dishes she grabbed Ken by the hand and led him over to the sofa where she had been sitting earlier. Brianna took the lead role and pushed Ken onto the couch and then climbed on top of him. She wanted him right then and there. And her eyes and ears told her that he did too, as his breathing was becoming more ragged and she could feel the bulge building underneath her.

Brianna put one foot on the floor and one over Ken on the couch and semi stood upright while she lifted her skirt and let her panties fall to the floor. Then she reached down and undid Ken's pants and zipper, removing his pants and underwear and tossing them to the side of the couch on the floor. She then leaned back onto the couch and let herself sink down so that her love nest was rubbing across the top of his penis. Brianna started a rocking motion, making sure not to let him slip inside of her just yet. Ken reached his hands up and raised her shirt up and unclasped the bra that held the breasts that he had enjoyed feasting his eyes on all day. He realized that her nipples were hardened and aching to be touched, so he reached both hands up and began to caress her breasts, rolling her nipples between the thumb and forefinger on both hands. Brianna continued to rock back and forth as she enjoyed the sensations that Ken was bringing to her. The feel of his cock rubbing across her mound, teasing her clitoris as it slid up and down across the folds of her vagina. Added to that was the feel of his warm hands on her breasts, and it wasn't long before she felt herself starting to climax. Brianna stopped what she was doing, as she didn't want to cum just yet. 

Brianna then slid up Ken's chest to where he could reach her folds with his mouth, and Ken quickly shifted his head so that he could taste her once again. He reached out his tongue and ran it up and down the insides of her thighs beside her vagina and traced the outline of her folds as he brought his tongue closer to the area that he knew she wanted him to pleasure. Ken eventually let his tongue sneak into the folds in front of him and then lightly took them between his lips and began a gentle sucking action. Brianna reached behind her and took hold of his cock in her hands and began stroking it as she started to move her hips in time with Kens sucking of her vaginal lips. Ken would alternate between sucking on her and then letting his tongue slide inside of her and lapping up the juices that were flowing freely from within. It wasn't long before she could tell that she and Ken were both ready to orgasm. Brianna stopped what she was doing and moved back down Ken's body and lowered herself onto his hard cock. She then started the rocking motion once again and soon she could feel his cock swelling up inside of her.

"Come on Ken, squirt that hose up inside of me now. I've got to have it. I want to feel it."

And with that Ken released all of the liquid that had been building in his balls and shot his load inside of her, filling her up completely, then feeling it running back out of her, and sliding over his balls as it made it's way to the couch. Brianna didn't stop rocking her hips until she was sure she had drained Ken of anything still left inside of him. Slowly she leaned down on his chest, bringing her lips to rest on his, gingerly kissing him until she felt herself collapse into his arms.

Ken felt her body relaxing as she laid her head to the side of his, and felt her warm breath on the side of his face. They laid in each others arms for quite awhile listening to each others breathing. It wasn't long until they both drifted off to sleep.

About an hour later Ken awoke and realized that Brianna had gotten up at some point and went into the bedroom and climbed into bed. He took the comforter and tucked it around her chin and then climbed in bed beside her, snuggling up to her body in a spooning position. It was only a matter of minutes before Ken drifted back off to sleep, and neither would awaken until the morning sun filtered in through the windows. 

(to be continued in one final chapter,unless you request more!)



The Weekend Getaway Ch. 05



Brianna awakened Saturday morning to find the sun streaming through the windows and onto the bed where she lay. She looked around and saw that Ken was not in the room. She listened closely to the sounds around her, trying to tell if he was in the master bath or not. She did not hear him, so she got up to try to find Ken and see what he was up to. Brianna found him standing on the deck that was just outside of the living room.

"Are you ok Ken?" Brianna asked as she neared where he was standing.

"Yes I am fine. I was just taking some time to contemplate your request that you made yesterday at the sandwich and ice cream shop. I have weighed the options in my mind and I cannot find a single reason why I would turn down a chance to be with you on a regular basis."

"So are you saying that you will move then?" Brianna asked excitedly.

"Yes, I will call your boss when I get back home and set up an appointment time for the interview."

"Oh Ken, I'm so happy." Brianna said, almost bouncing from decking board to decking board as she spoke. "And I have another idea also. My house contains so many memories of my past. Sometimes that makes it hard to stay focused on the future. Why don't I sell my house and let's find a house that we can both live in?"

"Well, I hadn't considered that possibility. Are you sure that selling your house is something that you won't regret?"

"Yes, I'm positive. I believe I will always have my memories of Paul no matter where I go. They are tucked back in the recesses of my mind, and I don't believe that they will go anywhere, although they may fade over time. And that is ok too. I want a life with you, Ken. And that is all that matters to me."

"Okay Bri, if you are sure of yourself that is what we will do. I can't wait until we're together all of the time too."

"Hey Ken, do you mind if we go to the outlet stores today and do some shopping? There is one that I particularly enjoy shopping at up here, and it has several specialty stores that I want to look in."

"That will be fine Brianna. I had not really thought about what to do today, and maybe I'll find some things to put in our new house while we're at it."

Ken and Brianna both went back inside and got dressed. They both ate a bowl of cereal for breakfast and soon they were headed out town in Ken's car to the outlet mall. The traffic was not real heavy that early in the morning, so the trip did not take long. Ken found a place near the food court and parked the car. Then he came around and opened the car for Brianna and they started toward the stores. Brianna saw a store that sold linens and draperies, and told Ken that she wanted to begin there.

"Some of the curtains in the house are rather drab, and I want the house to look fresh and ready for someone to move in. I'll probably repaint some of the rooms once I have picked out the curtains so that I will know what color schemes I want to use for the paints."

"Yes, I was thinking that I will probably want to do some of the same things. I want to be able to move as soon as possible, so I'll be sure that I do everything I can to make it sell quickly."

They continued to shop for draperies and soon they checked out at the cashiers. Neither one wanted to carry the bags to the other stores, so Ken took the bags and carried them out to the car and put them in the trunk. Brianna watched him as she walked towards the car. There was something sexy in his walk, and the way that he carried the packages. Those strong arms were so loving and kind when they were together. Ken noticed Brianna watching him as he made his way back to where she was standing. It made him a little self conscious, and he found himself wondering what was going through her mind at that moment. He decided that it didn't matter. He could tell from her expression how happy she was, and he knew that he felt the same way towards her. Sure, it was going to be scary to go through this transition. But he had the rest of his life to either live by himself, or he could be with the woman that he loved. He reminded himself that he had already chosen the latter option.

"I want to go into the kitchen and house wares store. Then it should be close to lunch time, and maybe we can grab a bite to eat somewhere." Brianna reached for Kens hand and they started into the store.

About an hour later they emerged with more packages, and Ken took them to the car and placed them with the other packages from their earlier purchases and returned to Brianna. They then made their way to the food court area and looked around to see what restaurants were available. There was a Chinese restaurant at the end closest to them, and they both agreed that some sweet and sour chicken with fried rice would be a good lunch. Ken ordered their meals and brought the food back to a table that Brianna had picked out and already was seated at. Ken handed Brianna her plate, then he sat down and prepared to start eating his meal. They both were hungry, as the cereal had worn off and the food smelled so good that they both began to devour the chicken.

Ken was in such a good mood that at point in the middle of the meal he held up a piece of food and said "This fried kitty is pretty good!" Brianna's eyelid shot up and she almost raised her voice to him, but stopped as she realized he was kidding with her. 

"It can't be kitty, I don't hear any meowing coming from the kitchen" Brianna replied in a light hearted tone.

"Well, that may be true, but I don't hear any clucking sounds either" Ken replied.

"Oh Ken, hush and eat your meal. This is getting disgusting" Brianna said with a smile.

So they both went back to their meals, and it wasn't long before both plates were empty. Ken took the tray and placed both of the plates on it and threw it away in the trash can that was nearby. He returned to the table and sat back down, as Brianna was still finishing her drink. Ken watched her drink through her straw, wishing that it was his cock that those lips were so intently wrapped around, sucking the last of the drink from the cup. When Brianna had finished they started back toward the shops again, and they finished the afternoon looking through some more stores, including one that had CD's for sale at a greatly reduced price. Ken found one that had what it called "Mood Music" on it, and purchased it, thinking that it could come in handy at some point and time.

They left the outlet mall shortly after that and started back to the cabin. They stopped at the grocery store again on their way back and picked up some items to eat for the rest of the weekend. Then they proceeded back to the cabin and brought the groceries in, but they left the packages from the other stores in the trunk of the car, except for the CD from the music store. Ken wanted to be prepared just in case he needed it for later on.

As the last of the items were put away in the kitchen, Brianna turned to Ken, "I would love to have a snack. It isn't time to eat supper, but I want something to munch on. And I have an idea for a treat that you might like."

"Oh really, you think I might like your idea. And just what idea have you cooked up this time, pardon the pun?"

"Well, go in the bedroom and get undressed and come back here in your robe. Then you will see exactly what I have in mind."

Ken liked the thought of what could be to come, and he hurriedly went into the bedroom and undressed, and threw on his robe, leaving the rope belt tied loosely around his waist.

Brianna met him at the kitchen and led him to the dining room. Ken noticed that most of the makings for a sundae were already sitting on the table. Brianna told him to open his robe and to be seated at the end of the table. Ken untied his robe and then as he started to sit down, Brianna grabbed him and guided him to sit on the table at the end, with his feet dangling off of the edge of the table.

"You are going to be my snack for this afternoon. Such a hot hunk as you needs to be cooled off, so I'm going to have a "ken sundae". Now, lean back across the table so that I can feast my eyes and myself on your body."

Ken did as he was told, and Brianna grabbed the can of whipped topping and held it up to his chest at his nipples and made swirling mounds of white cream. Brianna leaned over and began to lick the whipped cream off of his body. As she licked the cream off of one part of his body, she applied some more whipped cream, mostly in lines that made their way toward his waist line. As she reached his belly button, she put down the can of whipped cream and grabbed the container of ice cream and the ice cream scoop and placed at large dollop over the hole. Then she grabbed a spoon and began to eat the ice cream. 

Ken watched Brianna as she feasted on the items that she was placing on his body. The sensations were new to him, but it was very erotic to watch her doing these things to him, and as she ate Brianna would occasionally lick her lips in a sexy manner that made Kens cock begin to stiffen more and more. When the ice cream was gone, Brianna leaned back down and using her tongue, licked up all of the juices from the melting ice cream that had been left behind. 

Brianna then opened the bottle of chocolate syrup and began to pour it across the length of his shaft, making sure that there was plenty of chocolate dripping around his groin area and his balls as she went. Then she began to lick up the chocolate syrup, starting on and around his groin area, and slowly making her way closer and closer to his cock.

Just as Brianna neared the base of his cock, she reached her hand up to his cock and started to stroke it, stopping occasionally to lick the syrup off of her fingers. She could feel Ken beginning to swell and she knew that he was close to an orgasm. Brianna stopped what she was doing and removed her clothing. Then she climbed on top of the table and lowered herself onto Kens now rock hard shaft and began to rock back and forth, moving her pussy up and down. 

Ken tried to raise his hips to match her rhythm but Brianna was sitting on him so that he could hardly move. Brianna made a motion with her hands that told him to just lay still and enjoy the ride. Brianna continued her thrusting motion and leaned her head back in ecstasy.

She soon realized that she was about to have an orgasm also, and she knew that Ken would shoot his load soon, so she stopped what she was doing and climbed up his body, lowering her pussy down to his mouth.

Ken needed no instructions, and went to work sucking and licking like a man in a frenzied hurry. The chocolate syrup that had rubbed off onto her folds gave a different taste when mixed with her juices that were flowing out of her body. It was a little stickier than usual, but the taste of her pussy juices mixed with the chocolate tasted wonderful. Brianna let Ken eat her pussy for a few minutes, and feeling the waves about to build inside of her, she did a one eighty and sat back down on his face, but leaning forward so that she could finish what she had started earlier.

The taste of her juices that were mixed on his hard cock tasted wonderful, reminding her of old times when she would fix chocolate covered frozen banana's, and then enjoy licking, sucking and eating them until they were all gone. The feel of Brianna once again sucking and licking Kens cock sent him over the edge at the same time that Brianna started bucking her hips as wave of pleasure were spilling all over her body. Both Ken and Brianna continued their feeding until they were both spent and collapsed onto the table.

Some of the leftover fluids still oozed from Brianna from time to time, and Ken would lean his head up and lick them up, savoring the flavor that had been totally new to him, but was now one that he wanted to have again and again. Brianna always tasted delicious, but this was incredible.

Fifteen minutes later when they both had rested and caught their breath, Brianna sat up on her knees and climbed back off of the table, then helping Ken sit up and then climb off of the table also.

"I'm glad that is a thick and sturdy table. There would have been some splinters flying around if it hadn't" Ken said as they stood on the floor looking into each others eyes.

"Yes, I'm glad too. I hope you enjoyed that. I was thinking about it yesterday when we were in the sandwich and ice cream shop. I saw how you watched some of the women as they ate their ice creams, and I wanted to bring to the pleasure home to both of us."

"Bri, it was incredible. Each time that I think that the experience can't get any better, you beat it by 100 percent."

"Ken, I just want to make sure that you are happy, and that our sex life never gets boring or dull."

"Bri, I don't think that is humanly possible with you around. You are an incredible woman in so many ways." Ken went over to the stereo in the living room and put in the CD that he had purchased earlier at the outlet mall. As the music began to play, he returned to where Brianna was standing and they slow danced until the music was over.

"Ok, I need to rest a bit" Brianna said as she headed for the sofa in the living room. She sat on one end and sprawled her legs down the length of the couch.

"I think I'm going to go get a shower while you stretch out on the couch."

"Ok, I'm going to lie down here for awhile, and then when you're done I'll go get myself cleaned up as well. Then maybe we can go to a restaurant and get some supper."

"Sounds like a plan to me Brianna. Rest dear and I'll be out in just a little bit."

Ken went on into the bedroom and tossed the dirty robe onto the floor. It was good that he had worn it as it kept him from sticking to the table surface, and it cushioned his back a little bit, as the terry cloth material was nice and plush. He then got into the shower, taking his time to clean his body thoroughly and shampoo his hair. His cock was still semi rigid, and as he cleaned it with the wash rag, he felt himself start to harden again. Ken quickly turned his attention to the rest of his body, knowing that there would be more action for him to enjoy as the days went by.

Brianna saw Ken come out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, so she got up and made her way to the shower so that she could get cleaned up also. The thoughts of what had just happened were running through her mind as she washed herself, and several times she found herself touching her breasts and rubbing her clit, both of which were still aching for more release. She had to redirect her attention to the task at hand several times. Brianna couldn't believe that she could feel this way. She had never been so turned on before. She knew she would definitely repeat this episode many more times in their lovemaking over the years to come.

When Brianna was finished washing she dried herself off and made her way into the bedroom and proceeded to get dressed. Ken nodded in approval at the low cut blouse and tight slacks that accentuated her body so perfectly.

"Well, let's go get some supper. I think I would like to find a steak house and have a good juicy rib eye. Not that you weren't juicy enough Bri, but for now the steak will have to do."

Brianna smiled as she heard Ken's words. "That sounds like a good idea. With all of the sundae fixings I will probably just have a petite sirloin. That should hold me until breakfast time in the morning."

They found a small restaurant that said it served steaks, and went inside. The waiter escorted them to a table in the corner of the room. The room had recessed lighting, and each table had a candle in a hurricane lamp globe on a brass base. The light from the candle flickered and danced on their faces as they sat there making small talk while they waited for their meals. 

The waiter observed the couple as he approached the table. They both had a glow about them. He gathered that they had been in love forever, probably as school sweethearts, and he mentioned this to them as he set their plates before them.

Ken was the first to respond. "No, actually we've only known each other for a few months. It does feel like it's been forever at times, and I'm hoping that it will be forever from this moment on."

"I feel the same way" Brianna replied. "I have come to realize that this man is my soul mate, the one that I have wanted all of my life. I had a wonderful husband that passed away some time back, but as wonderful as he was, he didn't compare to this man in front of you."

"Well, I wish the both of you the best of luck. It is obvious that you two were meant to be together, and I hope you always will be. I'll leave you alone to eat now, but if you need anything please don't hesitate to ask."

"Thank you" Brianna and Ken both piped up at the same time then just looked at each other and laughed.

They both started to eat their meals, smiling, reflecting on their lovemaking and all of what had just been said. When they were finished, Ken paid the bill and they started back outside to the car. They looked around for the car, but it was nowhere to be found. Ken went back inside and asked the manager if he could use the phone to call the police. The manager agreed and Ken dialed 911 and explained that they were from out of town, and when they came out of the restaurant, the car was gone. The dispatcher told him she would send an officer out immediately, and took the car information so that an alert could be put out to the area police. Ken was hopeful that the thieves had not gotten too far, and that the police could catch them and return his car.

The officer arrived and took down all of the information again. As he was finishing his notes, the radio crackled that the car had been spotted headed east out of town, and that an officer was in pursuit of the subjects. The officer quickly radioed that he would join the chase as a backup unit, but any other units that were closer should also join the pursuit so that the subjects could be apprehended. And the officer got back into his patrol car and with lights and siren blaring; he raced off in the vicinity of where the chase was currently.

Ken and Brianna didn't know what else to do, so they went back inside of the restaurant and told the manager what had just happened, and the manager offered to let them have a booth to sit and wait. It wasn't long before 2 large pieces of chocolate cream pie appeared at their table, compliments of the restaurant. Ken and Brianna thanked the waiter and decided that they might as well go ahead and enjoy the treat. Ken couldn't help but think about the taste of the chocolate syrup and Brianna's juices as he ate the pie before him.

Thirty minutes later an officer came through the door and asked for Ken. The waiter came and told Ken that he was wanted at the entrance, and Ken went to the front. He could see that it was the officer from earlier that had taken the report.

"I have some good news and some bad news to tell you sir. We caught the 2 gentlemen that had your car, but in the process of the chase they lost control after we had to use a stop stick to bring the chase to a close. They are being transported to the nearest hospital for treatment of the wounds, but I don't think your car will be so lucky. It appears to be totaled."

The manager had been listening in to the conversation, and he stepped forward and spoke directly to Ken. "We are a little slow right now, so let me have one of my waiter's take you both back to where you need to go. That way the policeman can resume his duties and take care of the mountains of paperwork that I'm sure this has caused."

"That is really nice of you. I don't mean to be an inconvenience to you or anyone else though. Truthfully, I'm not sure that I have any other options at the moment, so I will gratefully accept your offer."

"Good, I'll get someone to take you as soon as you're done with your pie."




The Weekend Getaway Ch. 05



"We've finished our slices and thank you once again for your generosity."

"No problem, it is my pleasure to take care of my customers. I do hope you will return and dine with us again on your next visit to the area."

Ken walked back to the booth and explained what had happened to Brianna, and then led her back to the storefront where one of the waiters was waiting. They both recognized the waiter as being the one who had waited on them when they first arrived. He led them out to his car and they both climbed in and gave the waiter the directions back to the cabin. When they reached the drive, Ken tried to pay the waiter for his time and gas, but he wouldn't have any of it, and said that it was his pleasure to help them.

Ken and Brianna started walking back up the drive toward the cabin.

"Well, what am I going to do now? I have never had my car stolen. I sure hope my insurance covers this. I have full coverage so I think that I will be alright."

Ken took out his cell phone and sat down in one of the rockers on the front porch and called the number on his insurance card. The lady on the other end of the line was pleasant, and after taking the information, assured Ken that she would have a claims agent out to the cabin in the morning.

"Okay, I guess I've had enough excitement for one evening. Let's go rest for the evening. There is nothing more we can do for now, and I'm full from all of that food and especially since I've had dessert twice in a matter of hours" Brianna said and led Ken over to the bed in the master bedroom. She grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, found a movie that looked like it was interesting, and they snuggled on the bed and watched most of the movie until they both wound up falling asleep for the rest of the night.



The Weekend Getaway Ch. 06



Sunday morning came and Ken awoke to the smells of coffee brewing. He looked around and saw that Brianna was missing, so he got out of bed and went into the kitchen. No Brianna there either, but the coffee pot was three quarters full, so Ken reached for a mug and poured his coffee almost to the rim. He knew he was going to need plenty of it to get through this day. 

"Well, good morning sleepy head" Ken heard a voice behind him as he placed the pot back onto the burner.

"Good morning to you sweetie, how did you sleep?"

"I slept fairly well. I got up and decided a hot pot of coffee might do us both some good today. Something tells me it is going to be a long one." Brianna approached Ken where he was standing in the kitchen and put her arms around him. She reached up and gave him a kiss on the cheek, then stepped back and gave his body the once over.

"Do you see anything that you would like for breakfast?" Ken asked as he watched Brianna's eyes move up and down his body.

"Yes, but for now some bacon and eggs might be more satisfying to my hungry stomach" Brianna said as she smiled at the thought of his cock in her mouth.

"Okay, I will make you breakfast then" Ken replied. "How do you like your eggs?"

"Scrambled and firm, just the way I like my men!" Brianna answered, and then gave Ken a peck on the cheek. She then went and sat down in one of the arm chairs at the dining room table.

"I'm worried that after all of this is over, my brains might be scrambled for sure." Ken turned toward the refrigerator and started getting out the ingredients that he would need. The pots were located in a drawer underneath the stove, and as he bent down to retrieve a pan to fry the eggs in, Brianna couldn't help but find her self looking at his round ass. A guy with a nice firm ass was one thing that always did turn her on. She felt herself getting aroused at the thought.

Just then Ken's cell phone began to ring. Ken saw that it was a number that he didn't recognize, but he decided that it might be important, so he answered it anyway.

"Hello" Ken said as he pushed the talk button on his phone.

"Yes, is this Ken that I'm speaking with?" the voice on the other end of the line asked.

"Yes it is. May I help you with something?" Ken replied.

"Yes, my name is Michelle and I am a claims adjuster for your insurance company. I need to set up a time so that we can meet and get everything taken care of for you. When could we meet?"

"Well, the sooner the better. We are from out of town, and we both need to return home today if possible so that we can return to our jobs tomorrow."

"Yes sir, I understand your predicament. It's now nine o'clock. Would it be okay if I come around ten thirty or eleven this morning? I have a few other calls to make before I head out."

"Eleven o'clock would be fine. Do you need directions to the cabin where we are staying?"

"No, it is easy enough to find. I will meet you there at eleven then. Thank you for using our insurance company. I'm sorry that this had to happen to you, but do not worry, we will take good care of you."

"Thank you so much for your help. I will see you shortly then. Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Ken closed his phone back up and laid it on the kitchens island counter and resumed the task at hand. By now the burners had heated up, the butter had melted in the pan that he was going to use for the eggs, and the bacon was starting to crackle in the pan. Ken cracked open the eggs and stirred them in a bowl, added some salt and pepper, and poured them into the pan with the melted butter and began stirring them. He then put four slices of bread in the toaster and set it on medium, as he didn't like his toast blackened, just nice and brown.

Brianna got up from where she was seated, and grabbed the plates and silverware and began to set the table. There was a large set of windows on the front of the house, with the dining table in between the kitchen and the windows. Ken watched as Brianna set the dishes, forks and spoons on the table. She also did not have anything on, and the silhouette of her as she leaned over the table was almost more than he could bear. Her breasts were nice and firm, so they didn't fall down as she leaned forward, and that ass that he loved so much. The curves from that angle made him want to go up to her and run his hands up and down them, letting his fingers trail through the tight crack that ran in between them. Just the thought of this had made Ken start to stiffen so that he could feel his cock rubbing up and down the door on the stove as he cooked.

Brianna glanced towards Ken and saw the reaction that it was having on Ken. She knew that they really didn't have time for anything, since they still had to eat and then be ready for when the agent showed up.

Just then Ken started to bring the food to the table. As he did, he brushed against Brianna's side and his cock rubbed against her thigh. Shivers ran up and down her body as she felt the stiffness of his manhood on her. She turned and Ken was smiling from seeing her body's movements, knowing that it was turning her on. He wanted to take her body right then and there, but the food was nice and hot. And he hated to admit it, but he was getting really hungry now also.

They both finished what they were doing and then they were seated at their plates. Both of them started in on the food, and didn't speak a whole word while they were eating, as their mouths stayed full the whole time.

Brianna was the first one to break the silence. "We need to think about how we are getting back home. I wonder if my boss would be willing to come up and get us and take us back to my house. Then I can drive you home in my car. I'm sure they will have it set up for you to get a rental once you're back in town."

"That would work, but I hate to inconvenience your boss on the weekends."

"Well, I don't think he would mind when we discuss the situation that we are in. Plus it would give you and him some time to talk to each other. Maybe get to know each other a little bit better."

"Ok, well, if you think it will be alright. If you don't mind, I'll let you call him and arrange the details. We are supposed to meet this agent Michelle around eleven o'clock here, so I would think by noon we could be ready to go back towards home."

"Alright, I will give him a call then." Brianna went into the bedroom to retrieve her cell phone from her purse. She dialed her boss's phone number, and in a few seconds she heard her boss' voice on the line.

"Hello" the voice on the other end said.

"Hello, this is Brianna."

"Brianna, are you ok? I just got out of Sunday school. Preaching begins in a few minutes at 9:30, so you caught me in between."

"Craig, you know I told you about me and Ken going away for the three day weekend. Well, it's been really wonderful so far, except that while we were dining yesterday at a local restaurant, two guys stole Ken's car and the police caught them, but not before they had crashed the vehicle into a ditch. The police said that they think the car is totaled, and an agent is on their way from the insurance agency, but we are stranded up here without a vehicle to get home. I was hoping that you would come and get us and take us to my place. Then I'll drive Ken to his home, where hopefully the insurance company can have a rental car waiting. I will pay you for your time and trouble, not to mention the gas."

"No, don't you worry about that. You have done so many things for me over the years; it would be my pleasure to be able to help you in a time of need. We have plans to go out to lunch with a potential client for the business after church. I could either come up after that, or I could send my daughter Wendy after you, and you wouldn't have to wait so long for me to get there. She is attending college near the town you are in, and her next class isn't until Tuesday I think."

"Well, it would be great to get back as soon as possible. Oh, by the way, Ken wants to talk to you about the manager's position that opened up. I told him I had taken the first step and talked with you about it, and he said that was okay with him. He just needs to know when you want him to come and talk with you."

"Can he stay overnight at your place and then I will meet with him first thing tomorrow morning?" Craig asked.

"Let me find out." Brianna turned to Ken, "can you stay overnight at my house and do the interview in the morning? I will take you back home tomorrow night when I get off of work."

Brianna then heard Craig speaking on the phone, "Brianna, work has been slow enough that you can go ahead and leave when I am done talking to Ken. I'm sure he needs to get back home as soon as possible anyway."

"Thank you so much for all that you are doing Craig. I don't know how I will ever repay you for your kindness that you have shown us."

"It is no problem Brianna. Like I said earlier, I am just happy to help. Now let me call Wendy and get her started on her way, so that we can get you two back here soon. Oh, I need the address where you are at. Wendy has a GPS built in to her car, so I'm sure she will have no problems finding you."

Brianna gave Craig the address, and told him how to find the cabin where they were staying. Craig told her to stay put, and he would have Wendy on her way as soon as possible. While Brianna was on the phone, Ken had started cleaning up the dishes and scrubbing the appliances and counters from the mess that had been made during the weekend. Brianna joined him and soon the kitchen and living room area was just like Ken and Brianna had found it when they checked in on Friday.

Brianna went and started stripping the bed of all of the linens, and piled them in the corner of the bedroom per the instructions on the check in/out sheet. Ken had come into the room and started to dress, and Brianna grabbed her clothes for the day and started to get ready also. 

"I guess the agent will be here soon" Ken said as he finished buckling his belt. Brianna nodded her agreement and went back into the living room to stretch back out in the recliner and wait for her arrival.

As Ken was coming through the bedroom door, there was a knock on the front door.

"I'll get it while I'm up. It must be the agent."

Ken crossed the living room and opened the door. There stood a woman in a blouse and skirt, with a fur jacket on. She was about Ken's height, with blue eyes, lightly tanned skin, and legs that seemed to stretch forever down to the floor.

"Hi, you must be Ken. I'm Michelle, your claims agent while you are up here in this area. May I come in?"

Ken was caught off guard at first, but quickly recovered and invited her to come in.

"And this must be your lovely wife. Hi, I'm Michelle. It's nice to meet you."

Ken spoke up. "Well, she isn't my wife, yet." He put an emphasis on the word "yet". "Please be seated though."

"Thank you. My apologies for my misspeaking. I should know better than assume."

"That is alright Michelle. I would be proud to have him as my husband one day, if our relationship ever comes to that."

Ken was caught off guard by that statement, and leaned back in his chair. Brianna looked toward Ken to see what his reaction would be, but she couldn't tell. He had a smile on his face that told her she had not gone in the wrong direction with the comment.

"Well, if you ever do decide to do that, I wish you all the best. Okay, Ken. I have brought some forms that I am going to need for you to look over and sign." Michelle handed Ken the first form on her stack. "This gives us permission to inspect the damage on your car, and determine if it can be repaired or if we will need to settle the policy so that you can purchase another one." Michelle handed Ken another form. "This form tells you your rights that the government requires during this time, as far as what you can pursue legally should you ever become dissatisfied or disagree with anything that we are doing. And this form," Michelle handed Ken the last paper, "tells you what we can do immediately for you with the coverage that you had signed up for when you first applied for your policy."

Ken took the papers in his hand, and Michelle went back to her seat on the sofa. As she did, her skirt rode up her legs a little bit, giving Ken a small glimpse of black thong that she was wearing underneath. Ken held the papers up to read, while occasionally sneaking a glance towards Michelle. The tanned long legs were accentuated in the black skirt that she was wearing, and Ken couldn't help but look her way whenever he got the chance. Michelle's legs were crossed, but the left leg leaned over to the side a good bit, and that still allowed the skirt to part just enough to keep Ken's curiosity. The sofa seat tended to sink toward the back of the sofa, putting the skirt at an upward view for Ken to see. He secretly wished that he could climb up her skirt to get a better view of what the thong was covering. But then he got his mind back on what he was doing, and started reading the papers again. When he was satisfied with the first release form, he signed the top paper and got up from his chair and gave the paper back to Michelle. From this angle he could see the top half ridge of her breasts. Just like Brianna's breasts, Michelle's were firm and perky also, but a little bigger in size. Ken thought that Brianna's were probably a 34 or a 36C, and Michelle's had to have been a 40C. He was used to guessing the sizes as Kathy would drag him along on her excursions to the lingerie department, and he knew what size she wore. He would also watch the other women and see what sizes they chose for their bras while waiting on Kathy to decide on her purchases.

Brianna noticed the glances that Ken was taking, but said nothing. She knew that all he could do was to look, but she could have him any time that she wanted. She did admit to herself that Michelle was definitely cute, and if she were a guy, she would have been sneaking glances too. Michelle just sat on the sofa, and acted as though it never bothered her. Brianna had to admit that Michelle was very professional.

Just as Ken was looking over the last page, there was a knock on the front door. Brianna excused herself and went to see who it was. There was a young girl, maybe in her late teen's standing at the door when Brianna opened it.

"Hello, may I help you?" Brianna asked the young girl.

"Yes, I'm Wendy, Craig's daughter. Daddy called me and wanted me to come get you and take you home."

"Oh yes, of course. Thank you so much for agreeing to help us. We'll be glad to pay you for your time and trouble."

"No Ma'am. Daddy said that I would be in trouble if I took anything from you. Besides, he pays all of the bills anyway, so it's technically his money that I'm using."

"Well, at any rate, we are still very appreciative." Brianna replied, and motioned for Wendy to come into the room. "Please find a seat. Ken is finishing up with the insurance agent, and we'll be ready to start out shortly."

Wendy made her way over to the other end of the sofa and sat down. Ken glanced up from the papers and looked to where Wendy was sitting. She was blond; about five foot six, probably a hundred and ten pounds. She had an athletic build to her arms and legs, yet her face held a fullness that captured her lips and surrounded them perfectly. She was wearing a black hooded sweatshirt that bore the college logo where she was attending, and blue jeans that were not too tight, but tight enough to show the curves of her thighs and calves as she sat across from him. 

Michelle finished answering Ken's questions about his claim, and then told him that she would work with the agency that was closest to his home. They would be the ones who would handle the final portion of the claim, and they could also assist Ken in getting a rental car until either the repairs were done or the car was totaled and the claim was paid. Ken arose from his chair as Michelle got up from her place on the sofa. He escorted her to the front door, thanking her once again for all of her help. 

Brianna got up from her chair and started to the bedroom to gather the last of the things that still needed to be packed. She put the dirty clothes in a thick garbage bag that she had brought on the trip, and decided that she would wash both of their clothes when she got back so that Ken wouldn't have to worry about doing them later when he got home. Ken excused himself from the living room and started gathering the hanging clothes and putting them in the garment bags that they had originally brought them in. It wasn't long until Brianna had the clothes packed, and Ken grabbed two of the suitcases and started back into the living room.

"Wendy, if you will show me to your car, we'll go ahead and start loading our luggage."

"No problem. I parked as close as I could so you wouldn't have to walk too far."

Ken followed Wendy out to her car. He watched her from behind as he followed, noticing the swaying of her hips, and the firmness of the ass that was before him. The jeans did not fit her exactly, and just at the bottom of her ass cheeks there were some wrinkles in the fabric that ran along the bottom of her cheeks on each side. He secretly wished that those wrinkles could be replaced by his fingers firmly grasping her ass just one time so that he could feel the young taut skin that he knew was underneath. She reminded him a lot of what Kathy used to look like when they had first gotten married. The youthfulness of her figure had long ago diminished, but he had still loved the woman that was underneath the skin. Too bad the love was not returned in the end.

Wendy opened the trunk for Ken and moved to the side so that he could load the trunk with the luggage.

"I'll wait here for you to return with the rest of the luggage so that nobody messes with any of your things."

"Thank you, Wendy. I will be right back with the rest."

Ken went back into the house and found Brianna going through the house doing a once over to make sure that they had all of their belongings, and that everything that had to be done as specified in the check in/out paper was completed. Satisfied that it was, she grabbed up the dirty clothes bag and a few other items that were in the kitchen, and Ken carried the hanging clothes out to the car with Brianna in tow with her items.

Brianna spoke up, "I do hope our items that we bought at the stores this weekend will be fine. Remember, we left them in the trunk so that we wouldn't have to bring them inside the cabin, then haul them back out to the car when it was time to leave."

"Yes, I hope that they were not damaged either. I asked Michelle about that. She said the lot where the car was being stored was closed on the weekends for anything other than bringing the cars in, and she said that any belongings in the car could be shipped to wherever I wanted to if the car was totaled so that I will not have to make a return trip if I did not want to" Ken replied.

"I'm just glad that you two are safe" Wendy chimed in. "If you had been in the car at the time and they had carjacked you, things could have had a different ending."

"Yes, I guess you're right" Ken answered. "Well, why don't we start on our way back to Brianna's? I am sure that you probably want to get back up here to your dorm room as soon as you can."

"It's no hurry really. I haven't been home in awhile, so it will give me a chance to visit Mom and Dad for awhile before I return on Monday."

Wendy unlocked the car doors and Brianna got in the front passenger side of the car, and Ken climbed into the back seat. They all buckled up and started on the journey home. They stopped just long enough to eat at a fast food restaurant soon after they got on the main road, and were soon on their way again towards home.




The Weekend Getaway Ch. 06



It was nearly nightfall when Wendy pulled the car into Brianna's driveway. Ken realized that at some point he had fallen asleep on the drive home. He silently hoped he didn't snore too loudly. Brianna and Wendy had hit it off immediately, and they had talked and gossiped about people that they both knew all of the way home.

Ken was the first one to speak as they all got out of the car. "Wendy, thank you so much for your generosity. I can tell you come from a fine family, and it was my pleasure to meet you. I do wish you would let me pay you something for your time at least." 

"I'm really glad that I could help. I think I have found me a new friend in Brianna. I can now see what Daddy has been talking about all these years. He has said many times that he is blessed to have Brianna as his secretary, as she was not only beautiful, but also very smart and witty, and the clients just adored her."

Brianna smiled at the thought of her boss finding her attractive, but cleared her thoughts and concentrated on all of the tasks at hand.

Everyone pitched in, and in no time the car was unloaded and Wendy was ready to make her way toward her parents' home. Brianna gave Wendy a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and told her thank you once again. Ken shook Wendy's hand and gave her a hug, momentarily enjoying the feel of the young breasts against his chest. Then Wendy got into the car and started on her way over to her parent's home.

"Well, after having all of these women around you, I finally have you back to myself" Brianna said jokingly.

Ken replied, "Well, I will admit that I was surrounded by a lot of beauty today, but the only beauty that I want around me now is you."

Ken and Brianna started walking back towards the front door of Brianna's home. Ken slipped his arm around Brianna's waist, and let his hand slide down so that it rested on the top of her ass cheeks. Brianna smiled at the touch of his hand on her buttocks, and together they went inside the house.

They were both exhausted from the long day and agreed that sleep would be a wonderful thing for both of them.

"You need to get plenty of rest tonight. I want you bright eyed and bushy tailed in the morning so that you can get this job. I want you with me, near me all of the time, and I cannot stand the thought of you having to take any longer than necessary to move up here."

"Brianna, I want to be with you always too. I will do my best to get that job tomorrow."

They both got in bed and snuggled together, facing each other. Brianna listened to Ken's breathing getting slower until he started a small snoring sound, and it wasn't long before she was doing the same.



The Weekend Getaway Ch. 07



"Good morning sleepy head," Brianna purred into Ken's ear as she softly rubbed her hand on the sides of his face. "It's time to get up and get moving."

"What time is it?" Ken asked?

"It's almost seven o'clock. I let you sleep as late as I could. The coffee is made and I'm finishing up breakfast right now." Brianna got up from where she had bent over the bed and went back into the kitchen.

Ken sat up on the side of the bed, and rubbed his face and hair, trying to get the blood flowing to his head again so that he could think properly. He needed to figure out what he was going to wear to the interview. He had not brought any nice suits, as he had not planned on needing anything like that for the weekend. He did have a brown striped polo that he could wear with some khaki's and his black leather shoes. That would have to do. He got up from the bed and made his way to the kitchen where the smell of coffee mixed with bacon was making his stomach turn flips from the anticipation of eating. 

"Hey there. Just have a seat and I will have your meal before you in no time," Brianna said as Ken came through the kitchen door.

"It all smells wonderful honey. I can't thank you enough for all that you have done for me this weekend."

"That's okay," Brianna replied. "Go ahead and eat your breakfast so that you can get a shower and we can start for my workplace. Craig is going to expect you when the doors open at nine o'clock this morning."

They both ate the meal rather quickly, and as Brianna was getting the dishes cleaned up, Ken got his bath and got dressed. Brianna was sitting on the sofa when Ken came into the living room.

"Does this look alright for the interview? I didn't bring a suit this weekend because I didn't think we would go any place that would require one."

"Yes dear, you look great. Craig will understand the clothing situation. I think he just wants to get someone who is qualified in the shop and running things so that his time can be freed back up to run the company."

Ken crossed the room and gave her a quick kiss and then they both headed out the door to get into Brianna's car. Brianna gave Ken the keys as he held the passenger side door open for her, and then Ken got into the drivers side and started the car. It was a straight drive, and he had not driven one in a long time. It took him a few moments as he pulled out into the road to get the hang of shifting again, but it wasn't long before they were going down the street fairly smoothly. Brianna told Ken where to turn and soon they pulled up in front of the factory. It was a long cement block building that had been painted an eggshell white color. There was a door at the far end that was surrounded by 2 large windows on either side of it, and Brianna told Ken to park by the window at the end of the building. Her desk looked out onto the parking lot at that window, and she could keep an eye on the vehicle at all times. They went in to the building and a young lady greeted them at the front desk that was situated to the right of the front door.

"Good morning Cheryl. This is my boyfriend Ken," Brianna said as they walked into the lobby.

"Good morning to you both. The boss is already in his office, and he had told me to expect a visitor today. You'll need to wear this pass at all times so that you can have access to the plant."

Cheryl handed Ken a tag with a metal clip at the top and Ken hung it from the front left side of the fabric that opened up at the front of the neckline. Then Brianna and Ken went through the door that was directly behind Cheryl's desk and came into another office area. There was an L-shaped desk with a bunch of papers spread across it in stacks, and a monitor sitting on the far end of the desk.

"This is my office. It isn't much, but I don't need a lot of things to work with. The file cabinets and the computer are probably the most important things that I use on a day to day basis."

Just then Craig appeared at his door way. "Ken, welcome, come into my office please. Brianna, I need the logs from the weekend. Would you please step out to the plant and get them for me?"

"I would be glad to," Brianna replied. Then she headed towards the front office.

Ken followed Craig into the room behind Brianna's. It was a very spacious office. There were pictures on the walls of the plant in various stages of growth through the years. There were some other pictures on the desk that Ken guessed were family. He recognized Wendy in her teen years in one of the pictures. The desk was a solid oak desk, massive in size, but with an elegance in the carving and style that did not make it seem out of place. There were two chairs in front of the desk, and Craig motioned for Ken to be seated.

"Well, I will just get down to business, Ken. I need someone to run the shop that is comfortable dealing with employees and dealing with the public. The shop is basically an outlet that sells the parts that we make here at the plant wholesale to local companies in the area, as well as on the internet to other firms scattered throughout the country. You will have a secretary to help you keep up with the paperwork, and to keep the menial tasks off of you. Her name is Sarah, and she has worked for me for six years now. She knows her job well, and without her during this transition time, I would have been in desperate trouble. She will be glad to help you get settled in, and I've instructed her to be available to you at anytime and to help you with anything until you get the hang of the business. So tell me, how long have you been a supervisor where you're working now?"

"I have been a supervisor for a little over ten years now. I started with the company as a production line worker, and as the opportunities for advancement came along, I jumped right on them. I've been with the company for a total of seventeen years," Ken answered.

"Do you have to deal with the public on your job?" Craig asked.

"No sir, but I have no problems working with anyone, and I think that you will find my "people skills" are top notch and professional."

"Great. I do need to ask you one thing though. This concerns me a little bit. You don't have to answer if you don't want to, and I certainly can't make you. But it would ease my mind to know the answer. What happens if you should break up with Brianna? Would you be moving back to Florida? And if you stayed with my company after the breakup, could you work with her, as you'll be dealing with her when you call into the office with any reports or questions?"

"I don't mind answering that at all. For starters, I don't ever see myself even thinking about breaking up with her. I love that woman very much, and I look forward to hopefully spending the rest of my life with her. But no matter what, when it comes to business, I'm all business. My professional life will never be affected by my personal life, no matter what. Let me assure you that I am willing and capable of handling any situation that arises, either with Brianna or the public."

"That is what I wanted to hear. Brianna talks about you a lot, and I feel like I already know quite a bit about you. It's all good; you don't have to worry about that. When could you start to work here? I understand you will need some time to get your things in order back in Florida. And I expect you to give your notice at the place you are working now. It is only fair to them."

"Well, I can start here within the month. I will give them a two week notice, but I will tell them that I will be willing to stay as long as a month to give them time to find my replacement. The company has been really good to me, and I do not want to leave them in a bind," Ken replied.

"Okay, that sounds great to me." Craig pushed a button on the desk and Cheryl's voice came over the intercom. "Cheryl, I need you to bring me a new employee packet, with a manager's addendum attached."

"Yes sir, right away," Cheryl replied. In just a moment she came through the door, followed by Brianna close behind.

Craig handed the papers to Ken. "Take these papers home with you and fill them out as soon as you can. Then just mail them back to me and we will have everything ready when you arrive for your first day."

"So this means you've got the job?" Brianna asked Ken as Cheryl handed him the papers.

"Yes, I guess it does," Ken replied. 

"Oh Craig, thank you so much. I knew you would like him." Brianna was almost jumping for joy as she stood in the doorway.

"Well, from all that you have told me over the past several months, I knew that he was qualified. And after talking to him, I am definitely sure that he is the right person for this position. Okay girls, thank you, now leave us to ourselves for a moment. We need to talk about the money and other things in private."

Cheryl and Brianna went back to their respective desks and continued their work. Craig and Ken discussed salary and benefits and then they shook hands on the deal. As Craig arose from his chair, Ken did likewise and they walked back into Brianna's office. 

"Brianna, take Ken down to the store and show him around. Make sure you tell Sarah to get a set of keys made for Ken so that he will have them when he arrives to begin his new job."

"Yes sir I will," Brianna replied. She and Ken went back outside and got into the car and Brianna gave Ken the directions to get to the store. It was a decent size brick building with a large sign over the front door that bore the company logo.

"Here we are at your new place of employment. I am so glad that he hired you. I knew he would. You are so personable and likeable, that I couldn't see him not wanting to have you run this place," Brianna piped up as they pulled up to the entrance.

"I really like him. He is a little bit bold in his way of dealing with people, but that is what I am used to at my old job, so it will not be a problem."

"Okay, let's go in and I'll introduce you to everyone," Brianna said to Ken as he opened his door to exit the car.

Ken came around the back of the car and opened Brianna's door. Sarah was watching from her window near the front entrance, and she got up immediately and went to the front door and held it open for the two of them.

"You must be Sarah," Ken said as they approached the door.

"Yes I am. And you must be my new boss," Sarah replied as they both entered into the front office area.

"Yes, just call me Ken though. I don't need any formalities. If we're going to work together, we need to work together as a team. And for me that means working on a first name basis."

"Alright Ken, let me show you around then," Sarah replied as she took the lead and started across the office. There was a counter that was directly facing the door, with chairs and end tables scattered around the walls of the room. Some trade journals and magazines lined the tables, with a couple of national newspapers lying around also. They walked behind the counter and through the door immediately behind it into a warehouse area that was lined with shelving units. Cardboard boxes filled most of the shelves, with what appeared to be parts numbers written in a bold marker on the sides of each one. To the left of the entrance was an office, and Sarah led them into it.

"This will be your office. I have almost everything cleared out that belonged to your predecessor. I promise to have it ready for you to move in on your next visit here."

"Thank you so much Sarah. I look forward to working with you."

Ken took a moment and studied Sarah. She was about five foot eight, probably about one hundred and forty pounds. She had a little meat on her bones, but she wasn't obese, just big boned. Her hair was auburn colored, and her fair complexion set off her face. She had cute dimples on both cheeks, and a very pleasant smile that seemed to come natural to her. Sarah took Ken around the warehouse and introduced him to each of the employees. There were several that were running back and forth to the front office where the orders were taken in person. There was another desk in the back right corner that held a computer. Sarah saw Ken looking at the desk.

"That is where we check the online orders that we receive. There are several people that are trained to take care of that, and whoever isn't busy at the moment is the one who processes the orders when they come in."

Just then there was a loud beep that sounded twice from the speakers hooked up to the computer.

"That lets us know that there is an order waiting," Sarah responded when Ken turned his head toward the sound.

A young gentleman came over to the desk and began typing on the keyboard, then disappeared among the shelves.

"We'll leave them to their jobs for now. When you start your first day here as my manager, I'll go into a lot more detail with you about how each process is handled."

"That will be great, Sarah. I look forward to working with you and the entire crew here. We must really be going though as I need to get back home and take care of some things."

"I look forward to working with you too. I will have your office set up and everything will be ready for you when you begin your first day."

"Sarah," Brianna chimed in, "Craig wants you to make sure that Ken has copies of all of the keys to the facility by his start date."

"I will be glad to do that. I will send Billy over to the hardware store this week and get them made. Some of the keys that are on the old set are worn, so I will see that they are replaced."

Sarah led Brianna and Ken back out into the front area. Brianna and Ken then went out to the car. 

"I really need to get back home now and get this car business settled and start the process of selling the house. There is going to be a lot to get done over the next few weeks so that I will be ready to leave on time to move up here," Ken said as he pulled the car back out onto the road towards the direction of the plant.

They arrived back at the plant office and Craig let Brianna have the rest of the day off. He assured her that if he needed anything, Cheryl could play double duty and take care of it. Brianna and Ken then headed home and quickly loaded the car and started towards Florida. The drive took several hours, and when they arrived at Ken's house, they were both starving. There was a restaurant down the street from his house that had a buffet lunch, so they decided to eat there so that they wouldn't have to wait for their food to be prepared.

As they were seated at the table and eating their food, Ken saw a familiar face walk toward the table.

"Well, aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" Kathy said as she approached where they were sitting.

"Hey there, Kathy this is Brianna. Brianna, Kathy my ex-wife," Ken replied.

Kathy smiled at Brianna and turned back towards Ken. "How are things at the job going these days?"

"Pretty good I suppose. I am about to move to Georgia to take a new job, and be closer to Brianna," Ken said as he continued to eat his meal.

"Oh, so you're the new girlfriend in his life," Kathy said as she turned toward where Brianna was seated. "I wondered when he would ever start dating again. I figured he would be banging someone soon. Most men are not going to do without for too long."

Ken's face turned red with anger and Kathy spun around on her heels and was moving back across the room toward her table before he could get a word out of his mouth.

"Honey, I'm sorry about that. She can be such a bitch at times. As a matter of a fact, it is times like these that make me wonder why I ever married her," Ken spoke apologetically.

"Don't worry about a thing. Let her say what she wants. I know the real Ken, whether she ever did or not. Maybe she is just jealous because she realizes she lost a good thing."

"I don't know if she does or not, I just know that I am not concerned about her right now. I love you, and only you. I love you for who you are. Yes, the sex is great, and I enjoy it very much. But you're not just someone for me to "bang" when I want."

"Oh Ken, that is so sweet and wonderful to hear. I love you too and that is what matters the most."

They both went back to eating their meal and when they were finished, Ken paid the bill and they went outside to the car and returned to his home. Brianna helped Ken carry in his belongings. Ken's house was a wooden frame house that had been covered on the outside with vinyl siding. The windows were fairly new, and there was a new storm door in place at the front of the house. As she entered the house, the smell of fresh paint hit her nostrils.

Ken noticed her sniffing the air. "I had the house repainted after I got home from our weekend in Savannah. The place had become rather dreary and I knew it needed a refreshing so that it would be more cheery. When Kathy left, I had let the place become stale and stagnant and I didn't want to come home to that anymore."

"Well, it certainly does help the place. And now that you will be putting it on the market, it will help to sell the house a lot quicker," Brianna answered.

"Yep, I guess everything happens for a reason after all," Ken replied.

"That it does. I hate to be a party pooper, but I really need to get back home. I want to run by the office and make sure everything is ok so that I will know what has to be done tomorrow when I return to work."

Ken walked over to Brianna and held her close and leaned his head down and kissed her fully on the lips. Brianna opened her mouth enough for Ken's tongue to explore and she returned the kiss just as passionately. They stood there holding each other for a bit, even after the kiss, just enjoying the moment. Brianna finally broke away and started for the door.

"I will call you when I get home and let you know that I arrived safely."

Ken walked Brianna out to her car and held the door open. "Alright, I will wait on your call then. In the mean time I will get busy unpacking and putting my things away. I also still need to call the local agent so that I can have a car hopefully for tomorrow."

"Yep, you need to get busy then. I'll talk to you later."

Brianna got in the car and started back out on the road towards home. Ken went back inside and called the agent's phone number. He spoke to him briefly, and found out that Michelle had already called the agent and faxed him the information that he would need to assist Ken with his claim.

"All you have to do is to call the local car rental company and arrange for them to bring you a rental car. I've already sent over the paperwork that they will need to bill us, but I didn't know what time you would be getting home, so I didn't arrange for the car to be brought until I talked to you," the agent told Ken.

"That is quite alright," Ken replied. "I will call the company when we hang up and get them started. I really need the car for tomorrow as I have a lot of running around town that I need to get done, plus I have to return to my work as well. Thank you for all that you have done." 

Ken hit the "end" button on the phone and then looked up the phone number for the car rental agency. He dialed the number and spoke with the lady who answered the phone. She assured him that they would have the car out to his house within the hour to pick him up and bring him in to the office so that he could be on his way. Ken thanked her and hung the phone back up in the cradle. Thirty minutes later there was a knock on the door, and a young man was standing on the porch. He introduced himself, and Ken locked the house and the young man drove Ken to the rental company and there Ken completed the rest of the paperwork. He then returned in his rental car to his house.

Ken was exhausted from the day's activities, and decided to get a relaxing tub bath in his Jacuzzi that he had installed in the master bathroom when he and Kathy had first bought the house. The house had needed some modernizing, and a Jacuzzi was one thing that he had always wanted to have. Ken removed his clothing as the water was filling the tub, and got a towel and washcloth from the closet that was just outside of the bathroom. By then the tub had almost completed filling and he turned the water off and climbed in. Ken had run the water as hot as he could stand it, and he reached over to the wall behind him and flipped the switch to start the jets going. Soon the water was circulating and bubbling all around him. Ken reclined backward on the inside of the tub, stretching his legs out before him and he let his muscles relax. Ken thought of Brianna, and wished silently that she was in the tub with him. 




The Weekend Getaway Ch. 07



He closed his eyes and pictured her standing at the side of the tub. She was wearing only a white robe and as she let the front of the robe slip away to either side of her body, he watched as her breasts came into view. The nipples were nice and taut, standing at attention and wanting to be touched. The shaved mound of her pussy then was uncovered and he could see drops of moisture on the outer lips and knew that she was as excited to be with him as he was to be with her. She then stepped over the side of the tub with her left leg, exposing even more of her vaginal lips to his eyes. The scent of her vagina wafted onto his nose as she drew near. She moved her leg to the other side of where he had his two legs positioned, and brought her right leg over into the tub so that she was directly over him. She saw that Ken was getting aroused and lowered her self down to Ken's face so that he could taste the prize that he wanted to have. 

As Ken reached out his tongue to tickle her clitoris, his tongue touched something and he quickly opened his eyes and looked up. There standing above him was Kathy, fully nude and smiling down at him. Ken jumped up and quickly reached for a towel to cover himself. Kathy almost fell over backwards from the sudden movement, so she quickly stepped back out of the tub and onto the bathroom mat nearby, dripping water on the bathroom floor as she moved.

"What the fuck? Are you nuts? What are you doing in my house?," Ken hollered as he stood upright and quickly wrapped the towel around his waist.

"Well, I came by to see if you were going to sell the house since you said you were moving to Georgia. The front door was unlocked, and you didn't answer when I called out. I heard the water running in the bathroom and as I approached I saw that the door was open and you were lying there with your eyes closed. I figured you were probably fantasizing about her and I figured "what the hell, one last time won't hurt before you're gone from this town for good."

"Damn it, we've been divorced for over a year. You have no right to come in my own house and do this to me. And so what if I am going to sell the house. What the fuck kind of business is it to you what I do with this place? I got the house in the divorce, and you do not have a claim on it now no matter what happens!," Ken hollered at her.

"For your information, I wasn't going to ask for anything from the house. As a matter of a fact, I want to buy the house. I am not happy with where I've been renting, and I know the house and its condition. I figured this would be as safe a purchase as I could possibly make and not buy a lemon that needed too much work," Kathy retorted.

Ken lowered his voice a little. "Okay, I don't have a problem with you buying the house if that is what you really want. As a matter of a fact, I will knock some off of the price since I will not need a realtor. But before we go any further, get dressed, get out of my bathroom and let me get dressed. Then I will talk to you some more about everything."

Kathy gathered up her clothes that she had lay by the bathroom door and hurriedly got dressed. Ken watched her as she put her clothes back on. She still had a nice body, and if Brianna was not in the picture, he probably would have been willing to at least take advantage of the situation and get him at least one more piece from her. Their sex had been really great for many years, and it was only near the end when there was so much fighting that their sex life had become non-existent. But now he had Brianna, and he had no need for any other woman in his life or in his bed.

When Kathy was dressed, she left the bathroom and went back into the living room and sat down in the recliner and flipped the TV set on. Ken grabbed his bathrobe that was hanging on the back of the bathroom door and wrapped it around himself, making sure that the string was tied securely, and that nothing could be seen but his lower legs and his feet from the bottom of the robe. Ken went into the living room and faced where Kathy was seated.

"I'm sorry for intruding on you like that. I was wrong, and it was a spur of the moment decision, I assure you," Kathy said as she turned the volume down on the TV set and spun her face towards Ken.

"Apology accepted, I guess. But do not ever do that again."

"I promise that I won't. I was thinking about old times after we met today. We made some wonderful memories during our marriage, and our sex life was one of them. You were always a fantastic lover, and I really don't remember why the sex stopped."

Ken quickly interjected, "I remember. It was because of all the fighting that we were doing. We stayed mad at each other all of the time, and I guess "make up sex" was never a consideration between us."

"Yes, I guess you're right," Kathy replied. "But now all that is past and it is time that you moved on with your new life and your girlfriend."

"And I intend to Kathy. I hate to say it, but I am happier than I have been in a long time. And I believe that it is not a short lived happiness, but one that Brianna and I can share for many years to come."

"Ken, I wish you the best. I really do. Now, let's get on with discussing the sale of the house."

They sat for a few hours discussing the details of the sell. They settled on a price and when they would try to close on the house, so that Ken could go up north and Kathy could begin to move her belongings back in.

The phone rang near the end of the discussion. It was Brianna calling to say that she was back at her house, and that Craig had told her once again that he felt he had made the right decision in hiring Ken. They talked briefly, and then Ken hung up and spoke to Kathy once more. 

"I will call my lawyer and tell him to start drawing up the papers. Since this is a cash sale, I would not think that it will take too long to finish everything to make it legal," Ken said as he arose from where he was sitting and motioned toward the door.

Kathy got up from the recliner started toward the entranceway. "Thank you for being civil about that after my little escapade. I'm sorry that I did it and I apologize once again."

"No problem Kathy. Please do not ever do that again. Call me before you come over from now on and this won't happen anymore."

"Okay, it's a deal then. I will be headed to my home for now, and I will wait on you to call me to let me know when to bring the checkbook to the lawyers' office."

Ken walked Kathy to the door and locked it as she left. He turned and leaned against the door, breathing a sigh of relief that she was gone. He had to admit that he had definitely gotten turned on by seeing her naked again. The almost firm tummy, the long muscular legs that seemed to stretch to the heavens. The tan that she always had no matter the season, as she was a regular at the tanning salon. But hopefully that was the last time that it would happen with any woman other than Brianna. It was time to start a new chapter in his life and he felt ready to begin it.



The Weekend Getaway Ch. 08



Ken called Brianna the next day and told her that Kathy had come by last night and agreed to buy the house. He purposely did not tell her about the encounter that happened on her arrival. Ken couldn't see what good it would do for him to tell her about the incident, and it might only make things worse. And right now he needed things to go as smoothly as possible so that he could once again be with Brianna.

"Hey Bri, why don't you come down this weekend and let's go car shopping? I spoke with the agent this morning and they have decided to total the car. He said that the insurance company would pay for the rental car for the rest of the week. So I need to get me a car by Saturday. Since you will be riding in it too, I want to have your input on what I do pick out."

"Ken, I would love to come down there. I haven't been shopping for a car in a long time. The last one I bought was with Paul, and that was quite some time ago. I will drive down after work this Friday and then we can get up early on Saturday morning and start looking. Do you know what kind of car you are thinking about getting yet?"

"Well, since we like to take trips I was thinking about getting a new Lincoln Town Car. That way we can be comfortable on long trips, and have plenty of room for our belongings. I do not like SUV's, and the Lincoln will ride smoother than any SUV anyway."

"Sounds like a plan to me then. I'll see you Friday night. And Ken, don't forget, I love you, and I want you to be with me soon."

"Brianna, I love you too. I will see you Friday night."

They each hung up their phones and smiled at the thought of being together once again in each others arms.

Ken told his boss that he was giving a two week notice and the reason why. The boss thanked him for giving the notice, and told him that if it didn't work out, that Ken always had a job waiting for him at the company. Ken thanked him and went back to doing his job the rest of the week.

Brianna got up Friday morning and packed her suitcase before she left for work. She planned to leave from work and drive straight down to Ken's house. She loaded the suitcase in the car and drove to work. Time seemed to fly by as Craig had her doing a lot of typing and filing of reports that the IRS required of their company. Finally it was quitting time and Brianna got in her car and started on the trip. She realized that it would soon be Christmas and that she should start getting all of the decorations out. She would wait until Thanksgiving weekend to start decorating. By the time Ken would be living there, and they could also go and pick out a fresh tree. She had an artificial one that Paul had brought home one year, but she decided it was time to put that one away and start out with a new one. And nothing smelled better than a newly cut tree.

It wasn't long until she pulled into the driveway of Ken's house and parked the car. As she was walking up the sidewalk, she noticed a few large boxes sitting on the porch just to the right side of the door. Brianna wondered what Ken would have ordered, but figured that it wasn't any of her business. Ken wasn't home yet, so she sat down on the porch swing, knowing that he should be home soon.

Ken pulled into the driveway shortly thereafter and smiled when he saw Brianna's car in the driveway and her in the swing that was on the porch. Brianna saw the car pull in and ran out to greet Ken. She threw her arms around him and gave him a big kiss. Ken returned the kiss and then Brianna turned around and they started on their way up to the porch.

"Brianna, are those your boxes by the door?"

"No, they have your name on them. Why? Didn't you order something?" Brianna asked.

"No, I really need to get rid of some of this stuff before I start packing. I certainly do not want to add to the pile."

Ken looked at the boxes and realized they were from Michelle. He opened one of the boxes and there were several sacks inside containing the items from their shopping trip in the mountains.

"Oh wow, I almost had forgotten about these things. She said they would send them, and she was true to her word." Ken opened up the rest of the boxes and they realized that all of their items were in good condition. Even the Coca-Cola sign was intact, and unscratched.

"I guess the shopkeeper really did do a bang up job, pardon the pun, at wrapping the sign" Brianna commented.

"Yes, I guess he did. I was truthfully kind of jealous that it would be at your house instead of hanging on one of my walls here at the house."

"Well Ken, let's take it inside and it can hang until we get ready to move all of your belongings."

"Oh wow" Ken replied. "I guess there really was one good thing that came out of having the car stolen and wrecked."

Brianna chuckled. "Yes, I guess you could say that."

Ken and Brianna picked up the packages and took them inside the house and put them in the corner of the living room. Ken went and got a nail and claw hammer from the tool shed and found the spot where he wanted to hang the sign. He drove in the nail and hung up the sign, then stepped back to inspect his work.

"I think that will be a perfect spot. Right over the TV so you can watch your shows and still glance up at your sign."

"Thanks Bri for letting me do this for now. It will soon be at your house where it will stay permanently."

"Not my house Ken. Our house. It will be where we both live, so from now on it is "our house".

"That is okay with me then."

That evening Ken and Brianna went out to eat at Ken's favorite Italian restaurant. The food was delicious and a violinist serenaded them while they ate. Then they returned back to the house, and after watching TV for a short while, they both went to bed and quickly to sleep.

Saturday morning Ken and Brianna awoke to a bright and sunny day. Ken and Brianna ate a bowl of cereal for breakfast, and then they each got dressed and ready to embark on their shopping adventure.

Their first stop was at the local Ford Lincoln Mercury dealership. Ken liked several models that they carried, and as he pulled in to the dealership Ken saw a blue Lincoln that caught his attention. He pulled over to the car and they both got out and went to look at the car. It was Lincoln Town Car Signature Limited. It was full of options, and the invoice said that it was a dark blue pearl paint color.

"Brianna, I love blue, and I've always wanted a Town Car. I want to take this one for a test drive right now."

The salesman approached where Ken was standing. "Okay, I heard that. How about I go get the keys and let's do just that. This car is a dream to drive, and I believe both of you would look perfect in it." The salesman walked back towards the dealership office.

"Boy, he sounds like a true salesman, doesn't he?" Brianna said as she watched him walk away.

"That he does. It doesn't matter to me. I am the kind of man that knows what he wants. And no salesman is going to persuade me in any different way."

"Well honey, you do want me don't you?" Brianna gave her sexy little smile as she spoke.

"In more ways than one sweetie" Ken replied.

As they continued to look the car over and read the list of features, the salesman came back with the keys and handed them to Ken. Ken came around to the passenger side and let Brianna in, then the salesman got into the back seat and Ken got in the drivers side and started the car.

"How much gas does the fuel gauge read?" the salesman asked.

"It is almost on empty I believe" Ken replied as he pulled onto the highway.

"If you will pull into the gas station just up the road on your right, I will pump some gas for you so that you can take it for a nice ride."

Ken pulled up to the pumps and the salesman got out of the car and went around to the pumps and starting filling the car up. Ken and Brianna stayed in the car and Ken looked around at the displays and dials so that he could get better acquainted with them. Just then the salesman returned the nozzle to the pump, and said he was going to go inside to pay for the gas. Ken nodded in acknowledgement and watched as the salesman walked toward the store. All of a sudden an idea hit him, and as the salesman was inside paying for the gas, Ken put the car in "D" and pulled out into the highway.

"Ken, what are you doing?" Brianna asked.

"I can't stand it when salesmen ride in the car on a test drive. We'll come back and pick him up when I'm done" Ken replied.

"Whatever then. You're the driver."

Ken drove on down the street and turned onto a four lane highway where the speed limit was 55 mph. Ken accelerated and before long the car was doing 70. The ride was smooth and he couldn't even tell that he was driving at a higher rate of speed. A few miles further up a small country road turned to the left that was tar and gravel. Ken turned onto the road and accelerated back to 55 and checked to see if there were any vibrations and if he could feel the bumpiness in the handling. Ken couldn't detect any problems in the ride or handling. Satisfied with that, he turned into a dirt driveway that led up through a patch of woods and opened up to a fairly large pond that was surrounded on the outskirts by more trees. He cut the ignition off and turned around in his seat to look at Brianna, who was looking at Ken quizzically.

"Well Bri, when I said that I wanted you in more ways than one, I meant it. I want you in my life with me always, but right now I want you."

And with that he leaned over to where she was sitting. Brianna moved closer to Ken and they started to kiss. He reached once again to her, and gently began to give her kisses on the neck, trailing around to find those soft lips that he had enjoyed many times before. He felt more than heard a moan escape from her lips and he let his hand reach for her neck and he slowly let it ease down the front of her blouse until he could feel her breasts beneath the fabric of her bra. He cupped her right breast in his hand and fondled it for awhile. Then he let his hand slide further down the blouse until he got to the skirt that she was wearing. He found the bottom edge of the fabric and lifted it up so that he could feel the elastic band of her panties. He let his hand continue to slide over them and felt a moist, warm spot that told him she was feeling exactly what he was. She reached down and took his hand in hers, and whispered in his ear "I want and need you now."

Ken told her to climb out and get in the backseat. Brianna didn't have to ask why. She knew what he wanted. Brianna unbuttoned her blouse and unclasped her bra and removed them both and laid them on the front passenger seat before she shut the door. The warmth of the sun on her breasts made her nipples rise as though they were yeast exposed to heat. As Brianna and Ken got into the backseat, they met in the middle of the seat and began to kiss once again. He leaned over and began to lick and kiss her nipples, and she felt them harden up and ache to be taken in by his mouth. Ken took turns with one breast, then the other, sucking and clenching her nipples softly between his teeth. 

Brianna reached down and unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out from his underwear so that she could feel his warmth in her hands. As she did that, he also raised his hips and allowed her to slide both the pants and underwear down below his knees. Then she pushed him gently down on his back and she started kissing him so passionately while still stroking him tenderly. Then she found her way down to his manhood, and slowly, she licked him and ran her tongue around the tip before taking him in her mouth. She started an up and down motion slowly taking in a little more each time as she did. 

Wow, what sensations was all Ken could think of the whole time while enjoying everything that she was doing. It wasn't long before she was able to take him completely in her mouth, almost hitting the back of her throat as she did. Brianna stopped for just a second and relaxed her throat and let him slide the rest of the way in her mouth and partially down her throat. She let her tongue slide up and down as she gently sucked on him. She could feel him getting bigger and bigger as she went, but she wanted to save the best for later, so she backed off, gently tonguing him as she did. 

Ken sensed what Brianna was doing, and ever so gently he rolled her over on her back. Ken rolled her skirt up to her waistline, and pulled her panties down her legs and off of her feet, placing them on the floorboard. Then he started at her feet and gently let his tongue make a trail up to her hips and then he found her warm moist lips of her vagina, and he circled his tongue up and down them, letting his tongue fall deeper into the folds until he could feel that spot that he knew would soon bring her to a climax. He took her clitoris into his mouth between his teeth and sucked and lightly used his teeth to roll it around. It wasn't long until Brianna started to lift her hips for him, and she spread her legs wider to allow him easier access to her pleasure spot. Ken could feel her moving and hear her lightly moaning, reassuring him that he was on the right track. He kept it up, stopping only briefly sometimes to lick inside her folds to enjoy the juices which flowed like a fountain from the depths inside of her. 

The rhythm of her hips moving started to increase as he continued to suck and tease her clitoris until he felt her shiver and then saw the gushing of her climax. He stopped what he was doing and started to lick up her juices, which were flowing freely. 

When it seemed she was spent, he left her with a quick couple of licks, and brought himself up to her level to kiss her sweet lips. Her mouth hungered for him, and she savored his mouth, the warm inviting tongue, and the taste which she recognized as her own. Brianna wanted to feel Ken's cock in her pussy, so she grabbed Ken by his cock and guided it to where her pussy now ached. Ken began thrusting, letting his cock slip in and out of her at a gradually increasing pace. Brianna could feel Ken start to grow and knew that he was getting close to a climax when suddenly he let out a long moan as he shot his cum up inside of her. He continued the thrusting until he was sure he had emptied himself of all of his juices into her dripping pussy. Then he lay down in her arms and they kissed and nuzzled their faces against one another for a few moments.

"Well, I guess you could say we just christened this car didn't we?" Brianna asked.

"I guess you're right" Ken replied.

"Whatever gave you the idea? And how did you know about this place?" Brianna asked.

"Well, there were times in my life when I would come out here with some of my friends. We would bring a cooler of beer and sit around the edge of the pond and drink and tell stories and jokes. Sometimes when we arrived, there would be someone already parked here, and you could tell by the steamed up windows just what they were doing. Usually after they saw the vehicles pulling in, they would start their car and leave. I always wondered what it would be like to come up here with my girl and make out like they were doing. Now I know."

"Well, it was wonderful. I have never had sex in the backseat of a car, so it was a new experience to me. But it was a very wonderful one at that." Brianna said.

"I guess we should be headed back into town by now. The salesman is probably going nuts trying to figure out what to do next" Ken replied.

They both got out of the car and got dressed. As they got back into the car, Brianna leaned over to the driver's side and gave Ken a quick kiss on the cheek as he started up the car and began to back out onto the country road. They rode in silence, both of them smiling and grinning at each other. In just a few minutes Ken was pulling back into the gas station. Standing near the entrance to the store was the salesman. The facial expression that he wore told Ken and Brianna that he was not happy having been left there alone. But when the salesman saw the smiles on their faces, he relaxed a little bit and got into the back seat of the car.

"Sorry about that, but I can't stand having a third party along on a test drive" Ken told the salesman. "But you will be glad to know that if we can reach an agreement on the numbers, you have made what is probably your first sale today."

The salesman noticed a different odor when he got into the car. It was a kind of musty smell, one that he was sure he recognized, but couldn't place at the moment. "I'm glad to hear that. I was worried that you might be car thieves and that I was in a lot of trouble. But when I called back to the office, my sales manager said to give you a short while and see if you return. He thought that you had probably done as you said, and wanted some time alone. You should have told me first though, and I would have respected your wish."

"Yeah, well, I'm sorry about that" Ken replied as he pulled into the dealership. "Let's go inside and see what figures we can work up on this car then."

Everyone got out of the car and walked into the dealership. Within the hour Ken and Brianna walked back out to the Lincoln. Ken got into it, and Brianna got into the rental car and they both drove to the rental agency and returned the car. Then Brianna got into the Lincoln and she and Ken drove back to his house.

"Wow, what a morning that was. And this is such a beautiful car. I know that you will enjoy it Ken."

"No, we'll enjoy it Brianna. This started out as our car, with both of us in the back seat, and it will remain our car."

"Well, I look forward to having many more adventures in the car, and maybe some repeats of our first adventure too" Brianna said as they walked up the sidewalk and went into Ken's house.

"I am sure that there will be plenty of adventures that we both will enjoy" Ken replied as he turned to kiss her at the door.



The Weekend Getaway Ch. 09



The next day Brianna returned back home. She and Ken talked to each other in the evenings after work. Finally it was Thursday; Ken's last day at his old job before he moved to Brianna's and started the new job. The people who had worked under Ken's supervision threw him a good bye party near the close of the shift. A lot of hugs and handshakes were exchanged before Ken left for home. As Ken walked into the front door of his home, the phone was ringing.

"Hey there good looking. How was your last day at work?" Brianna asked.

"It was pretty good. They threw me a party. It was just a small celebration actually. My bosses came by and told me goodbye, and we all joked and laughed over events over the last few years. It was a lot of fun, but it was sad at the same time."

"Well, you will have a lot more things to talk about once you're on your new job hon."

"I know I will. I'm really looking forward to starting my new job and my new life with you. Are you still planning to come down tomorrow night so that we can finish packing and get moved? The movers will be here on Monday, so we are going to have our hands full trying to get this ready in time."

"Yes, I plan to leave as soon as I get off of work. I will have my suitcase already packed and in the car when I leave for work."

"I can't wait to see you again. It's been a long two weeks since you were here, and I've missed you so much."

"I have missed you too Ken. I can't wait until I am in your arms again."

"Okay then, just drive carefully and I'll see you tomorrow night."

They said their goodbyes and hung up the phone.

Friday afternoon Ken had to be at the lawyer's office to close on the house. Four o'clock rolled around and he found himself seated at a large table in a conference room. Kathy was sitting directly across from him at the table, and the lawyer was seated at the end of the table.

"Good afternoon folks", the lawyer said as he was handed the papers that were going to be signed by his secretary who had just entered the room.

"Good afternoon", Ken and Kathy replied.

"This will not take too long since the deal is not being financed. The places where you are to sign have been highlighted, so if you will just bear with me, we'll go through each page until we're finished."

The lawyer proceeded to show each of them where to sign on each paper, and within an hour, everything was completed and signed. Kathy had brought a bank check made payable to Ken, and when that was exchanged, the deal was completed. Not much small talk was made between Kathy and Ken, as they each just wanted the deal completed so that they could get to the moving stage.

Ken and Kathy left the lawyer's office and headed for their respective homes. Ken stopped by the packaging store and bought some extra boxes so that he and Brianna would have plenty of boxes to complete the packing.

Ken's cell phone rang as he was starting home in the car.

"Hey honey, I've just left work. Did the closing go okay?"

"Yes, it went fine. I am just now leaving the packaging store."

"I'm glad that that part is over. I will be there in a few hours. How about let's just order pizza tonight? I'm tired and I really don't feel like going out anywhere when I get there."

"Sounds good to me. Call me when you get to the city limits and I'll call the order in so that it can be delivered."

"Alright I will. Let me hang up then so that I can concentrate on my driving. I love you and can't wait to see you."

"I love you too Brianna. Be safe and I'll see you soon."

They both hung up and Ken drove the rest of the way home in silence. His thoughts seemed to flow at ninety miles an hour. There were so many things that were about to change in his life. And in Brianna's life too, whether she realized it or not. It's always different when you've gotten used to living by yourself, and then all of a sudden you find that you have someone else living in your house, sharing your belongings, working around their schedules, trying to intertwine each other into the others lives. Ken brought the boxes inside the house and stacked them while they were still flattened in the corner of the living room.

About an hour later Brianna called to say that she was nearing town. Ken then called the pizza place and ordered pizza to be delivered as quickly as possible. It wasn't too much longer that Ken heard a car in the driveway, and looked out the living room window. He saw Brianna getting out of the car, and he rushed out the front door to greet her and to help her with her luggage. They both greeted each other with kisses, and Ken grabbed Brianna's luggage from the car and they started into the house.

Brianna looked around the house as she entered the front door and saw that Ken had already began to pack some boxes up, and he had them stacked along the wall where the recliner had sat. The recliner had been squeezed into the space between the sofa and the window that looked out on one side of the house. Some of the other furniture had been shuffled around the rooms to make an empty space to stack boxes. Brianna was brought back to her senses when the doorbell rang. 

The pizza was delivered and paid for and Ken brought the pizza into the dining room and went to the refrigerator and got himself and beer and a diet drink for Brianna, along with a couple of paper plates to set the slices on. They quickly ate their meal, sneaking glances at each other from across the table.

As they finished the last slices of the pizza, Brianna was the first to speak up. "Hey sweetie, let's wait on the packing for tonight. I'm really tired and I don't think I can keep my mind on what I'm doing. I've got another thing on my mind that is more important than packing right now." Brianna flashed Ken a quick smile mixed with an evil grin that let Ken know exactly what she had on her mind. 

Ken got up from where he was sitting at the table and came around to where Brianna was sitting and reached down and stood her up so that they could be face to face. Ken bent his head down and started kissing Brianna's lips, lightly at first, as his hands reached around her back and started to caress the lines under her shoulders. The kisses became bolder with each passing moment and Ken moved his head to the side of Brianna's neck and started to nibble and suck at the fairly taut skin that flowed down the side of her neck.

Brianna felt her legs starting to go weak from the pleasure that he was sending through her body, and she let her head fall backwards so that Ken could have better access to her neck. She could feel her nipples as they began to harden and pucker with desire, longing to be licked by his mouth and held by his hands. She could imagine them rubbing against the silky material of her bra and her pussy was starting to moisten her panties. Brianna found herself chewing on her lower lip as she felt his hot breath on her skin. 

Ken let his mouth start to trail down Brianna's neck and down towards Brianna's breasts. Ken reached down and lifted Brianna's blouse over her head and let it fall to the floor. 

Brianna then felt Ken loosening the clasp on her bra and she lifted her arms once again so that he could remove it also. Ken then brought his hands around to the front side of her body and he brought them up to the supple skin on the underside of her breasts. The softness of her breasts felt wonderful to his hands, and he moved his fingers back and forth so that he could tease her breasts and then her nipples with his thumb and index finger. Brianna felt the goose bumps start to rise on her body from a flick of his tongue on her nipples and she moaned inaudibly in response. 

Ken brought his mouth down to her nipples, and then he let his tongue roll around the outside of the areola's, leaving a trail of his juices to shine on her breasts as he took turns with one breast, and then the other.

Brianna brought her fingers up to his hair as he licked and tongued the little buds that were now standing at attention. His strong fingers continued to palm the underside of her breasts. She marveled at how he was so tender with her in their lovemaking, and although his hands were rough with work over the years, she was always amazed at how they softly graced her skin.

Ken could feel his cock stiffen from the desire to plunge it into what had to now be her juicy pussy, and he hugged Brianna closer so that she could feel his rock hard dick begging to escape from its entrapment.

Brianna wasted no time in giving Ken what he wanted, what he needed this very moment. She pulled her breasts away from his mouth and kneeled before him, unzipping his pants, grasping his stiff cock, and then licking the pre-cum. She then let her mouth envelope his swollen purple head with her hot wet lips and let him slide down the length of her warm moist tongue. 

Ken then watched as Brianna's head bobbed up and down while he felt the pleasurable skill of her mouth on his rigid cock. He loved it when Brianna gave him blowjobs. He admired the talent that she had for making her mouth seem like a warm sweet pussy that devoured his cock in a vacuum that seemed to draw all of the fluids that his balls could hold to the tip of his rigid manhood.

When Brianna was finished teasing him with all of her oral skills, Ken picked her up, and placed her on the dining room table. He then slid her skirt up her hips, removed her panties with his hands, spread her legs wide and began to eat her ravenously like the pizza he had just finished. He wanted to part her sopping wet pussy lips, fuck her with his tongue and fingers until she was begging for his cock. But instead of using his fingers, he grabbed her right hand and led it to her clitoris and motioned for her to start rubbing herself while he flicked his tongue on her clit.

Brianna quickly obliged as her love button was aching to be touched and rubbed. She started in slow circles, and then gradually began to rub a little quicker and harder as her breaths began to quicken. Her juices were flowing freely from her pussy now and it was all that Ken to do to keep up with the licking and drinking of her juices. 

Ken kept it up until he could feel her lips start to tighten and he knew that she was getting close to an orgasm. Then he straightened up and reaching around Brianna's waist, he picked her up from the dining room floor and then carried her to the bedroom where he laid her on the bed. Ken then quickly removed her skirt and threw it on the floor near the corner of the bed. 

At this point they both wanted one thing; his cock in her pussy. And only then would he give her the satisfaction of a good hard fuck, and an orgasm that would release not only the sexual tension that had built up in Brianna, but the stars that would explode around her with the pounding and thrusting of his cock inside of her, again and again. The state of Ken's arousal had him feeling horny enough to screw her brains out all night long. He wanted to pump her cunt so many times, until they were both walking bowlegged the next day. 

Ken drove his cock into Brianna until it was buried completely and then pulled it out until just the very tip could be felt on her lips. He held it there for just a second, and then plunged it again into her pussy. Over and over he drove his manhood into her and then pulled out to the tip, each time driving Brianna to the edge, and then down again. 

Brianna cried out with desire, her pussy aching and quivering, begging for release. She would raise her hips up to try to bring Ken deeper into her folds, but he made sure that her wish was not granted until he felt he could stand it no more.

Ken felt the cum starting to build at the base of his cock and started to drive his cock repeatedly into Brianna as hard as he could, pounding her pussy until she thought she was going to pass out from the intense feelings. Finally they both exploded and Brianna began bucking so hard with the waves of orgasm that were wracking her body that Ken had to struggle to remain on top of her as she rode each wave until they started to recede. Ken felt the last of his cum empty from his cock and he let himself come to rest on top of Brianna, then quickly rolled her on top of him and he let her continue her rocking her cunt on top of his cock until she was spent and collapsed on top of him.

They both just lay there, sweating profusely and panting heavily, and neither spoke a word. Brianna just let her head rest on Ken's chest so that she could feel it rise and fall with each breath that he took.

Ken could feel the aftershocks and quivers of her pussy as it periodically tightened around his cock, which was still inside of her.

Brianna realized that he was still rock hard on her, and she began to slide up and down on Kens belly so that her still aching clitoris rubbed on his soaking wet cock. She had never felt so alive before in any of her lovemaking. She continued to move up and down, letting her pussy lips flow down the sides of his cock as her clitoris rubbed the upper side of his manhood. She could tell that he was starting to soften, and she knew that they were both spent of any more energy to continue. So she slowed her pace until she felt his cock become limp and slide out of her. Brianna stopped her movements and was once again just lying on top of Ken.

Ken looked at Brianna as she moved up and down him and enjoyed the sensations that it brought to him. As she began to slow her strokes, he felt himself going down and he let himself relax and just take in the moment. The sex had definitely been the most intense that they had experienced while together. He relished the moment, and just let himself feel her breasts now resting on his chest, and her moist pussy that was still slowly dripping on his dick as she emptied herself of both of their fluids that had built up and been emptied into her.

It wasn't long before they were both dozing, and they remained in this position until later in the night when they awoke and moved over in the bed so that they were both facing each other and wrapped in each others arms while laying on their sides.

They both worked all day on Saturday and Sunday to make up for the time that they had lost on Friday night, although they both agreed that it was worth every bit of the extra work that it now brought upon them.

On Monday morning the movers arrived at eight o'clock and began the task of loading all of Ken's belongings into the moving van. It was already December, and usually the temperatures in Florida would have started to fall some by now, but a heat wave that had gripped the nation during the entire summer still had a hold on the weather, and with the humidity added it was a warm and muggy December day. Ken had on a Harley Davidson™ T-shirt and a pair of Dockers™ shorts. Brianna had pulled on a white halter top and a pair of tight pink shorts. There were still a few things that had to be packed at the last minute, so Brianna set about the house gathering up what was left to be boxed. Ken kept busy showing the movers what was to be moved, and what was to stay. There were a few pieces of furniture that Kathy had said that she wanted, and Ken knew that he and Brianna would not need them for the house, so he had agreed to leave them behind for her to have. Once while he was in the dining room explaining which things stayed, and which were to be moved, he caught sight of Brianna bent over forwards packing a box with the last of the dishes that they had used for the weekend. While he was admiring the curves of her crack that accentuated her surrounding ass cheeks, and the pussy lips that appeared to be swollen and bulging from beneath the think material of her panties and shorts, Ken noticed the other two movers doing the same. Jealousy set in for a moment and he quickly directed their attention to what he was showing them, and then they were once again busy moving the items to the truck. 

Little did any of the guys who had just witnessed the little show realize that Brianna had purposely staged it. She was enjoying her newfound sexual freedom, and figured it would be a good way to be a little more flirty than usual, allowing Ken to know how horny he could make her, just by being around. The smell of his cologne mixing with his body scents emanating from his sweat glands made her pussy ache to have him inside of her.

As the movers were about to finish loading the last of the furniture, Ken hears another vehicle as it pulls up in front of the house. It was Kathy that he saw exit the car. With Brianna inside the house finishing the packing, he decided to head her off and meet Kathy in the yard and see what she wanted.

"I see that you're getting everything moved. Are you still going to be able to complete the move today?" Kathy asked.

"I don't see any reason why I won't be out of here today. The move has gone exceptionally well, and I think we're ahead of schedule", Ken replied.

Just as he was finishing his sentence, he felt an arm around his waist and Ken turned his head to see Brianna snuggling up close to him. Kathy glanced toward Brianna.

"I see you have some extra help today Ken."

"Yes, Brianna was kind enough to come down for the weekend and help me pack and then stay to help finish up the last minute things around here so that you can have the house to move into."

"Brianna, I'm truly glad you could help him. And I apologize for the way that I acted at the restaurant. I guess I was caught off guard seeing him with someone else for the first time, and I had no business saying what I did to you. Will you forgive me?"

"Don't worry Kathy, I forgive you. As a matter of a fact it was forgotten until you brought it up just now. I feel we all are starting new chapters in our life, and there is no use in holding grudges or hard feelings toward one another. I and Ken are ready to move on with our lives, and I hope that you are able to find a way to do just the same."

"Yes, well, I have already begun that journey myself. I met someone at the club this weekend and we went out last night on our first date. I think he could be someone worth pursuing. At any rate, he is willing to help me move into here when you all are out."

"Kathy, I'm glad you have found someone. And I hope he makes you as happy as Brianna has made me."

"Thank you Ken and I wish the same for you. Well, I must be going now, as I have to get all of my things ready and packed. I just wanted to stop by and make sure that you would be moved out of here in time."

"Yes, we will be out of here in just a little while and headed up to Brianna's. Here is an extra key to the house, and I'll leave mine on the kitchen counter when we leave, since the lock can be secured from the inside and then we just have to pull the door shut behind us."

Kathy thanked Ken, took the key and put it in her purse, and started back towards the car.

"Wow, she was a lot nicer to me than at the restaurant when we met for the first time. I wonder what got into her. Did you say anything to her, Ken?"

"No, I don't recall saying anything. Maybe she had a change of heart. Maybe having a new boyfriend is mellowing her out. Who knows? Women can be so fickle sometimes", Ken chuckled as he said the last remark.

Brianna just smiled and pinched Ken on the ass as she turned to start back inside the house to finish the last of what needed to be completed. Ken followed her inside the house and walked through each of the rooms, making sure that everything that was supposed to be loaded onto the truck was actually gone. When he was satisfied with everything, he went outside to talk with the movers and answer any last minute questions that they might have. Brianna soon appeared at the door and indicated that she was ready to lock up the house. Ken excused himself and the movers got into the van and drove away while Ken and Brianna locked the house and did the same.



The Weekend Getaway Ch. 10



The movers arrived at Brianna's home the next day and they delivered Kens belongings. Brianna had left for work that morning, with Ken's assurances that he would be alright with the movers by himself. Sure enough, everything was delivered unharmed and on time. Ken had paid the movers before they unloaded, so he thanked the movers for the good job, gave them a nice tip, then went back inside to start the unpacking. Brianna already had a lot of things in her house, so they had discussed putting most of the items in the garage for now and bringing the boxes in one by one to unpack, so that the house would not be too unnecessarily cluttered.

Brianna arrived home from work that evening, and Ken had already made reservations at a local restaurant that was her favorite. So she quickly freshened up and then they went out to eat. A few hours later they wound up back at home, watched some TV and then decided that the day had been long enough and went to bed.

It was Brianna that spoke first after they were laying in each others arms, glancing at each other, then at the ceiling sometimes.

"Ken, you know that I love you very much. I can't believe that we are living under the same roof now. It almost seems like a dream. This has made me so very happy. I do not ever want anyone else but you in my bedroom or living in my house for that matter."

"I don't want anyone else but you either. I feel very passionate about our love, and I could never love another woman the way I love you."

Brianna smiled and reached over and snuggled up close to Ken as they lay there in the bed. Kisses were stolen periodically until they both fell asleep.

Brianna made breakfast for both of them the next day, and Ken set about unpacking more boxes while Brianna was at work. It was mid afternoon when he heard the doorbell rang, and he almost decided to ignore it since he didn't know anyone around here, and he didn't have to begin work until the following week. But just in case it was something important, he decided to go and see who it was at the front door.

"Hey there Ken", Wendy greeted as he opened the front door.

"Well ... hello yourself. What brings you around these parts?" Ken replied.

"I'm home on Christmas break and decided to stop and see if I could help you unpack or do anything."

"Well, that sure is sweet of you to offer, but I'm sure you have better things to be doing than to be helping an old man like me move boxes and put away belongings."

"Okay, number one, you are not old. And no I don't have anything else to do. Most of my friends are either grown up and have their own lives, or they have gone somewhere to be with family for the holidays. Plus daddy said that I was to help you and Brianna in anyway needed."

Ken knew he shouldn't have another woman in the house, especially a younger woman that looked as good as Wendy, while Brianna wasn't home. But she seemed to be such a sweet and innocent girl that he didn't see the harm in an extra hand. He had wanted to dig through the boxes and find his Christmas decorations anyway, as he and Brianna had planned to decorate the house that coming weekend.

"Alright, come on in. I can use an extra hand moving some of this stuff around anyhow."

Ken led her to the garage and they started carrying in the boxes one by one and sorting through the items. He had some pots and pans that were almost brand new, but they were not the same size as the ones that Brianna already had in the kitchen. Since he would probably be the main one to use them, he decided to put them up on the top shelf in the kitchen cabinet. Ken brought a small step ladder in from the shed outside and set it by the cabinet. He started to climb up on the ladder and have Wendy hand him the items from the boxes that were sitting on the kitchen counter. Wendy stopped him as he started on the first step.

"Ken, why don't I get up on the steps? I don't mind heights, plus if I lost my balance, it would be easier for you to catch me, than if you lost your balance and I tried to stop you from falling."

"Alright then", Ken replied as he stepped back and gave Wendy enough room to step up to the top step. "I'll hand you the items and tell you where I want them put." Ken reached around to the counter and grabbed the first pan. When he swung back around, Wendy's lower back was right at his eye level. She had a on a loose fitting skirt with flowers embroidered on the edges. The skirt hid her curves very nicely and kept anyone from knowing that she was not wearing any panties like usual. She hated having the extra garment on her, so she never wore any unless she absolutely had to.

Wendy looked around and then down at Ken and caught him looking at her rear. She had to admit that she was a little bit turned on. Usually older men didn't do anything for her, but there was something about this man that made her start to feel a moistening of her vaginal lips at the thought of him desiring her. As Ken handed her the pan, she leaned forward, knowing that the skirt would lift up a bit and possibly reveal her dirty little secret to Ken. She had never given a "free show", but she had always wanted to do it when the time was right. She knew she would probably never sleep with him, but a little flirting for the holidays might be a good present to give him. Ken couldn't take his eyes off of her behind as she strained to reach the shelf. Wendy purposely took a moment to get her balance, and then she straightened up and bent her hand down to retrieve the next item from Ken. This went on for several more things before the shelf was full.

The next three boxes had items that would go in the bedroom, so Ken stacked one on top of another, and then he asked Wendy to get the third box and follow him to the bedroom. He already had some boxes stacked on the floor that he had brought in earlier, but had decided not to unpack them, but work in a different room instead.

As Wendy was carrying her box into the bedroom, she didn't see the box already sitting on the floor by the door and she stumbled over it and fell flat onto the floor. Ken was still carrying the two boxes in his hands, and he quickly sat them down by the bed and reached over to help Wendy get back up. During the commotion, neither one heard Brianna arrive home from work. Brianna walked into the living room, and noticing that the bedroom door was open and there was some noise was emanating from the room, she made her way in that direction. A small groan was heard coming from a female voice as she entered the room.

The first thing she saw was Wendy face down on the floor, her skirt flipped up showing her bare ass and the short blond hairs of her pussy bent up in the air, and her hands pushing on the carpet trying to get to a position on her knees. Ken was bent down reaching for her skirt when Brianna let out a shriek and a long list of words that were almost intangible.

"What the hell is going on here? You're not in my house twenty four hours until I catch you about to fuck a young girl doggie style in my bedroom! How DARE you! I cannot believe I could be so stupid." Brianna came at Wendy at with one swift jerk raised her up off of the floor and flung her toward the front door. "Get out of my house and don't you ever come back here you little tramp. And just wait until I tell your daddy what I caught you doing."

"But it wasn't what it looked like", Wendy stuttered as she ran for the front door, trying to straighten her skirt out as she went.

"I don't give a damn what you say. Just get out NOW", Brianna screamed, almost in a hissing voice as she then turned her attention toward Ken. Wendy went running from the house and climbed in her car, quickly leaving the residence.

"Brianna, before you go getting any more upset, I can explain this."

"There is no need to explain this. I know what I saw. And I can't believe you would do this to me. I LOVE YOU. I've loved you for a long time. And I thought that you loved me. But evidently I was the stupid one. My friends warned me about the kind of pervert that I would meet on the internet. But I was convinced that they were wrong, that you were the exception, and that I would prove it to them soon enough. Now I realize that I should have listened to them, and not to your words that were as smooth as honey, yet filled with unseen venom."

"Brianna, please, just give me a moment. Wendy had stopped by and offered to help me unpack the boxes. I swear I didn't know that she had no underwear on. And she was carrying a box for me into the bedroom when she fell over another one that I had sat on the floor over here by the door. It was my fault that she stumbled, and I was merely trying to help her get presentable again and be able to stand back up. Plus I was worried about her being okay or not."

"I'm sure you inspected her really well while she was spread eagle before your eyes to determine if she looked OKAY to you."

"No, it all happened so fast, that I didn't have time to "inspect anything" if I had wanted to", Ken snorted in reply.

"Well give me one good reason why I should believe what you are trying to tell me?" Brianna asked.

"Because you've never had any reason to doubt me before. I have always been true and faithful to you, and I always will. I admit that maybe I was wrong for having her in the house without you being here."

"MAYBE YOU WERE WRONG? Ken, there's no maybe about it. You were most certainly in the wrong. I would have thought that you would know better."

"Okay, you're right, I was definitely in the wrong. And I'm sorry for my actions. Plus I promise that I won't let it happen again. It was a stupid mistake and I won't repeat it."

Brianna went into the living room and sprawled on the sofa, deep in thought, with tears streaming down her face. She wanted to believe him. She felt in her heart that nothing had happened up to the point that she had walked in, but she was worried about whether he was telling the truth about what would have happened if she hadn't walked in. He had never given her a reason to doubt him, and to be fair, she should at least consider his side of the story. She decided to call Craig's house and ask to speak to Wendy. When she had her on the line, she apologized for her outburst and said that she wanted to hear Wendy's side of the story. If the two stories matched, then maybe she would give Ken a second chance.

After talking to Wendy for about thirty minutes, she was convinced that what Ken told her was the truth, and that thankfully what could have happened had been diverted. Ken was sitting on the bed silently crying when Brianna called him into the living room. She had noticed that Ken did have a semi hard-on when she walked in on him and Wendy, so she knew that there was something that wasn't being said, but since it appeared nothing sexual had happened between the two of them, she decided not to pursue it.

Ken walked into the living room to find Brianna standing in the middle of the room stripped naked. "Well, since you had a piece taken away from you, I decided that I might put that bulge in your pocket to good use and enjoy some make up sex. Now come here and kiss me."

Ken started towards Brianna, and began unbuckling his belt as he walked across the floor.

"No, you're not to do anything unless I tell you to. This is going to be your punishment for your dirty deed this afternoon."

Ken didn't argue, but instead decided to play along with Brianna in this sex game that suddenly sounded very appealing, making his cock grow even harder as he approached her. Brianna reached her hands out and grabbed him on the sides of his head and started to kiss him passionately, probing her tongue deep into his mouth, making him suck on it like he was sucking her clitoris. She took turns biting on his lip, and probing his mouth, while letting her hands wander down his body. She moved her hands down the sides of his ribs, and down to the cheeks of his ass, massaging and groping them. Ken started to move his hands to her breasts, but Brianna quickly moved her hands up to his and brought them back down to his side.

"I told you that you're not to do anything until I tell you to. Now don't move your hands again until I instruct you as to what to do with them."

Ken did as told, and then he felt Brianna move in even closer to him so that his cock was rubbing on the outer lips of her pussy. Brianna went back to massaging and groping his ass cheeks while lightly grinding her pussy lips onto the tip of his cock, being careful so that he never got the chance to enter her. She also resumed the kissing that she was doing earlier, and continued to do these things until she felt that her nipples were hardened and her clit was totally aroused.

Then she led Ken into the master bathroom and still making him keep his hands off of her and himself, she told him to start filling up the Jacuzzi tub with water, and then she got in and sat down with her back to the wall, facing Ken, with her pussy lined up with a lower level jet on the front side of the Jacuzzi. Then she instructed Ken to sit on the edge of the tub facing her with his feet and legs in the water. When the Jacuzzi was full, she told him to cut the water off and to start the jets running.

Once the jets were going full throttle, and the water was pulsing through the system, she tweaked her position until she was where the water from the jet was flowing directly onto her pussy lips, and she reached between her legs and spread her lips open wide so that the jets would now reach her clitoris. She watched Ken observing her with anticipation, and wondered how long she could hold out before she had to have him inside of her. But for now she was enjoying being the dominant one in this game.

Brianna then told Ken to take one of his big toes, and to start to rub her clit with it, but that he must hold his foot upright so that the water from the jets would also be massaging her at the same time. Ken did as ordered, keeping his eyes on the prize at hand that he wanted so badly. His cock was throbbing and aching as he longed to plunge it into her depths where he knew the water was freely flowing. Brianna let him do this for awhile, and then she reached up and grabbed his cock, and started to roll the tip around in her hands, teasing him as she did. Then she stopped and reached underneath him and grabbed his balls and started gently massaging and rolling them lightly in her hands. She could see his cock jumping in anticipation, wanting her hands to be on him again.

Then she took one hand and moved his foot back to the side of the tub and started to rub her clit herself, enjoying the sensations of her hand and the water from the jets spilling all around her vagina and causing her clitoris to harden as much as it possibly could. With the other hand she continued to stroke his balls, being careful not to touch any part of his cock. The glistening of his pre-cum could now be seen on the tip of his dick, and she bent forward and licked it off, then laid back and continued to play with herself. Ken was almost going crazy from not being able to touch her, but she was enjoying this too much to stop now. She knew that he would come any minute, so when she could no longer stand the anticipation of him pounding his cock into her aching pussy, she told him to lean backwards onto the commode lid which was already in the down position. 

Then Brianna stood up in the Jacuzzi and stepped over the side and straddled Ken. His cock was standing straight up at attention, so it was easy for her to lower herself onto him, reminding him that he could hold onto what ever fixtures he need to for balance, but he was in no form or fashion to touch her anywhere on her body, except for his cock in her pussy. And he was not to move his hips, not even to the rhythm of hers. He was to remain still and let her control the movements.

Brianna started an up and down movement, gliding her pussy up and down his shaft, sometimes stopping at the tip, just as he had done to her in another session of their lovemaking. She had told herself that she would move slowly, prolonging the orgasm as long as she could, but after a few strokes up and down, she could feel his cock begin to swell, and she felt her own self began to tighten around his member, and it wasn't long before they were both crying out as spasm after spasm hit them. Brianna thought she would never stop orgasming as she rode his cock over and over and over again. Ken had begun to buck his hips as the orgasm hit him, but she didn't mind, as it was all over then. They both continued to move, Ken pounding every bit of the sexual energy that had built up in him into her pussy that was so tightly wrapped around his cock.

Brianna was the first to slow down and then eventually she stood up and moved back into the tub, where she let Ken join her. Brianna turned the jets off, and then she bathed him, still not allowing him to touch her until she had completely scrubbed him down. She started with the washrag, lathering it up really good so that it would slide easily where ever she wanted. Then she reached up to his face and gently circled the edges, working the rag closer to the middle of his face, making sure she didn't get any soap in his eyes, before finally reaching the top of his nose. She then let the rag slide down around the sides of his mouth and down to his shoulder. Ken had muscular shoulders that stood straight out, and they were very firm to the touch, and tanned to a golden brown. Brianna let the rag continue out his arm to his hand, and then repeated the motion on the other shoulder, continuing in the same matter as the other side. As she brought the washrag up under his arms, she let it continue over to his chest and down to his stomach. He had a little bit of fat on his belly, but it was not enough to turn her off. She let her index finger work its way to the inside of his belly button, still covered by the washrag and then she brought the washrag down to his penis and began to lightly stroke his cock up and down, adding a semi twisting motion as she went. Seeing his cock starting to harden again, she quickly moved on down to his scrotum and gently wiped his balls before making him turn his back to her and get on his knees. 

She then got to her knees and started at the top of his back, working the rag down his back, scrubbing lightly, teasingly as she went. As her hand came down to his ass cheeks she reached under him, and once again stroked his cock for a few seconds before letting the rag rub across his balls, then up the center of his ass. She paused at his bung hole and lightly rubbed it the same way that she did when she was masturbating and rubbing her own clitoris. Brianna wondered if it would feel the same way to him that it felt on her clit, and just then she could feel Ken lean backwards a bit into her hand, and she had her answer immediately. She filed that away for future reference to explore further during another love making session. She then continued to wipe the rag down his legs and onto his feet. Once she had lathered him up completely, she used the rag to rinse his backside, taking a little longer than needed to let the water flow between his cheeks as she watched for his reaction. Once again he didn't seem to mind. Then she had him turn around and face her seated on the floor of the Jacuzzi so that she could rinse his front side. When she got to his cock she let the water stream from the tip to the base, and repeated this several times, saying that she wanted to make sure that there were not any suds left that could cause any discomfort later.

When she was finished rinsing him, she handed the washrag to Ken and told him to make sure that she was completely scrubbed, as she didn't want any of his cum to remain on any part of her. Ken did as told, taking his time. He especially enjoyed getting to touch her breasts and then her vaginal lips and he definitely took longer than was needed to insure that both parts were clean. When Ken had washed her front side completely, he had Brianna stand up and turn around with her back to him. Ken continued cleaning her, letting the rag fall between her ass cheeks and taking the time to rub his index finger on her hole as she had done to him. Then Brianna leaned over so that she would be on her knees in a doggie style position in the tub, and she told him to fuck her any way that he wanted.




The Weekend Getaway Ch. 10



Ken quickly agreed and moved up behind her, noticing how her pussy is up in the air, just like Wendy's was earlier in the day. With that image in his mind, he started to fuck her while fantasizing about the glimpse of Wendy's pussy that he had seen earlier. Brianna realizes what he is doing as he is more aggressive in his movements, even to the point of bending over her and reaching between his cock and her leg and stoking her pussy lips and clitoris while he slides his cock in and out of her at an ever increasing rate. It isn't long until they both climax and soon both have quit any movements because of exhaustion.

"Wow, I think I like make up sex as much as the regular sex that we have", Brianna said as Ken helped her up to her feet.

"I agree very much. That was different from anything that I had experienced", Ken replied as he handed her a towel, and reached for one to dry himself off also.

They both finished drying off and then got dressed and went out to eat, since Ken had not made anything for supper that night. They came back home a little while later and collapsed in bed, tired but contented from their lovemaking session earlier. It wasn't long before both of them were asleep, and they wouldn't wake up until the dawn.



The Weekend Getaway Ch. 11



It was Christmas Eve morning, and the plant was closed, so Brianna and Ken were home for the holiday. Brianna had not been feeling very well lately, and a gut feeling told her to go buy a pregnancy test. Ken was still in the bed asleep, and she did not want to disturb him, so Brianna quietly slipped out of the house and drove to the local pharmacy and bought a test kit. She came back home and went into the bathroom. She followed the instructions on the package and in a matter of minutes the "Pregnant" symbol came up.

"Oh shit", she thought to herself. "I'm almost forty years old, and I'm pregnant. What am I going to tell Ken?"

She heard Ken's voice in the next room, "Honey, are you ok in there?" he asked.

"I'm fine dear. There is coffee in the kitchen if you want some. I will be in there in just a minute."

Brianna hid the box under some items in the bathroom trash can, and put the tester in her pocket. She would have to figure out what to do with it later. Should she show it to Ken? Should she just tell him? How should she break the news? She had to figure it out.

As Brianna entered the kitchen she could smell the scent of bacon, eggs and toast in the air. Ken was at the stove fixing their breakfast so Brianna sat down at the table over in the breakfast nook. She observed Ken as he moved around the kitchen, preparing the meal. She wondered what their child would look like. She had seen pictures of Ken when he was a child, and he was the most handsome boy she had ever seen. She was sure he would want a son for his first born. "Oh shit, what if he doesn't want a child? What do I do then? I can't just have it aborted. I want to have his baby", she thought to herself.

Ken brought her plate over to the table. He had already served the food onto it, and he soon returned with his own plate, and they sat at the table to begin eating.

"You know Ken, I was thinking, tonight the world is going to celebrate the birth of a special child for many people. Why is it that you never had a child? You never told me. Paul was sterile unfortunately, and we decided not to adopt, so there was never a question as to whether to raise a kid or not."

"Well, Kathy did get pregnant one time, but she miscarried after about 6 weeks, and the doctor said that her baby organs were not in the best of shape, and he recommended that either she should have her tubes tied, or I should get a vasectomy. Kathy wanted to have a hysterectomy so that there would not ever be a chance for her to get pregnant and endanger her life again. So that is what we chose to do."

"I'm sorry about that. I know that you would have made a terrific daddy."

"I would have loved to have been a daddy. I tried to talk Kathy into considering adoption, but she was so distraught over losing the baby, and then having to have the hysterectomy, that she could not bring herself to want a child to raise that wasn't ours."

"I think I can understand where she was coming from. Do you think you would ever want a child to raise now, after all of these years?"

"Well, Bri, I honestly don't know. That is something that I have not considered in a long time. I guess it is something that we would have to discuss more in detail before I decided. Why do you ask?"

"I didn't have any particular reason. I guess I was just curious. We have talked about a lot of things over the past months, but that was one subject that we had never discussed."

They both continued to eat their breakfast, and Brianna cleared the dishes away and loaded up the dishwasher when they were done. Ken wanted to get an early start at the Christmas tree farm so that they could pick out a really nice tree. He particularly liked the Frazier Fir tree and there was a tree farm nearby that grew them.

They both quickly got dressed and went to the tree farm and started browsing through the rows of trees that were ready to be cut. After an hour's time, they settled on one that stood almost seven feet tall, and was nice and full with branches and needles. Ken paid the owner, while one of the helpers cut the tree down and wrapped the tree up in a webbed banding to make it easy to transport. Then Ken thanked the helper and carried the tree to the car and put it in the trunk. Ken used some twine that he had gotten from the helper and secured the trunk lid so that it didn't bounce and damage the tree or the car while they were driving.

When they arrived back at the house, Brianna unlocked the front door and Ken carried the tree in and set it in the stand that they had sitting in the corner of the living room. Ken cut the banding off of the tree, and Brianna set about the task of straightening the limbs while Ken went into the garage and brought in the boxes of Christmas decorations that he had found the day before and had set aside.

"Well, this is our first Christmas together Ken. I can't believe that we'll have so many memories to make in the coming years. I want to treasure each and every one of them."

"I will too, Brianna. I love you dearly, and I am looking forward to many Christmas's with you."

Brianna stopped what she was doing and came over and gave Ken a kiss on the cheek, then returned to the tree and Ken started unpacking the lights and the ornaments. Ken untwisted and untied the light sets and then he handed the lights to Brianna first, and let her string them around the tree. They were solid white light sets, and there were enough of them to have the tree glowing. Then Ken and Brianna both placed the ornaments on the tree. As Brianna was hanging the last ornament, Ken went back into the bedroom and came out with a package. Brianna saw him coming out of the bedroom with the package in hand and looked at him quizzically.

"Ken, I don't think we're quite ready to put the presents under the tree. I want to clear out these decoration boxes first and have them out of the way before we start dragging out our gifts."

"That is ok, Brianna, this is for you to unwrap now."

Brianna opened the box and there was a flat gold ornament with both of their names on it, and tomorrows date was inscribed below their names. At the top of the ornament were a man and woman with the logo "Our First Christmas" engraved above them.

"Oh Ken, this is so beautiful. When did you get this?"

"There is a guy back home who I work with that makes these every year in his spare time. He made this and gave it to me on my last day at work while we were having the party."

"I want to send him a thank you note. He did a wonderful job."

Together they picked a spot to hang it in the front of the tree that faced the fireplace, so that the glow from the fire would shine on it and make it sparkle. The rest of the day was filled with last minute decorating, and Ken brought in some firewood from the pile that was near the tool shed in the back of the house. Brianna worked in the kitchen during the afternoon baking some of her favorite Christmas goodies for them to enjoy over the holidays. She loved to bake, but rarely had the time, and with her being by herself the last few years, she didn't have the will to make anything since there was no one at home to share it with.

Later that night after they had finished supper, Ken laid a blanket down in the living room in between the tree and the fireplace so that they could stretch out on the floor and still be able to see both things very easily. Then he placed some of the firewood in the fireplace and using some kindling that Brianna had setting to the side of the fireplace, started a nice size fire that was soon blazing brightly. Brianna finished what she was doing in the kitchen and came in the living room and joined Ken on the blanket. Ken was already lying down on his right side, and she laid down beside him on her left side so that she would be facing him and put her head on his arm which he had outstretched towards her. She wrapped her right arm around his waist and pulled him close to her. Brianna told Ken to roll on to his stomach because she wanted to give him a massage. Brianna went into the bedroom and returned in just a moment, while Ken rolled over and she began massaging his shoulders, eventually taking some scented body oil that she had just retrieved and drizzling some down his back and rubbing it into his skin. She massaged his back all the way down to his buttocks. Brianna told Ken to roll back over, and then she lay down on top of him and they began kissing. Eventually she worked her head down his body by leaving a trail of little kisses and nibbles until she reached his hard, throbbing cock, and she took him in her mouth, this time all the way to the back of her throat, and she spent quite awhile bobbing her head up and down his shaft, licking the tip as she reached the top of his cock.

Then she made her way again back up his body, and told him to get on top of her, so he wrapped his arms around her and rolled her onto her back, and he begin kissing down her body, kissing her mouth, then her neck, then down to her chest, kissing on her breasts, sucking her nipples into his mouth and teasingly biting them, making her gasp at the sensations that it brought to her body. Ken kissed all the way down to her belly button, and licked little circles around it. He could hear Brianna's breathing getting heavier.

His hand slid between her legs and he began slowly finger fucking her pussy, sliding two fingers deep inside. Brianna moaned and began to move her hips to match his thrusts.

"Please, Ken, I want that hard cock inside me, please, let me feel that hard cock inside me." She begged for Ken to give her the release that she so desperately needed.

Ken slid himself between her legs and placed the head of his cock at her vaginal opening, and slowly entered her. Once he was all the way in, Ken give her a long, deep kiss, and slowly began fucking her.

After a few minutes of pounding his cock inside of her, he could see she was about to explode. Ken pulled his cock out of her pussy and brought his mouth to her pussy lips, sucking and nibbling her already swollen clit. Brianna loved the feeling of his hot breath as it swept across her lips and tickled the hairs that outlined her vagina. It didn't take very long until she exploded, squirting her love juices on his face, soaking him thoroughly.

Brianna sat up and took his cock in her hands and began to stroke him, her thumb rubbing across the foreskin of his penis.

"Please, Ken, cover me with your cum!" She exclaimed as she lay back down onto her back.

Ken straightened his back up so that his cock would be aimed at the middle of her body and as she stroked his penis over and over he could feel the fluid rushing up to the tip of his cock and then he watched as he shot his load all over her flat little stomach, with a few squirts making it all the way up to his breasts. When he had spent his entire load, Ken lay down and rolled over on his side beside where Brianna lay, and they both snuggled close together for a few minutes, feeling the glow of each other and the fireplace upon them, when Brianna broke the silence.

"Ken I want to give you one of your presents now."

Brianna got up from the blanket and retrieved a small box from the bedroom that was unwrapped, but had a bow on top of it. She lay back down on the blanket and then she handed the gift to Ken and let him open it. Inside was the test strip showing the pregnancy result that had come up "pregnant". Ken looked stunned for a moment, and then a smile came across his face, and he reached across to Brianna and hugged and kissed her.

"Oh baby, how long have you known?"

"I went to the pharmacy this morning while you were sleeping and bought the test kit, then came home and did the test in the bathroom. That is what I was doing when you woke up and heard me in there."

"Oh Brianna, this is the best gift that you could have ever given me."

"Wow, I'm so glad to hear that. I wasn't sure how you were going to take the news. I can't wait to have your child, and I hope that it is a boy so you can have your first born son."

Ken reached across to Brianna again and started to kiss her. Then he stood up and reached down for her hand. As she stood to her feet, he lifted her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom where he laid her down on the bed. They made love several more times during the evening, eventually falling asleep with smiles on their faces, and contentment in their hearts.



The Weekend Getaway Ch. 12



On January 2nd of the following year Ken received a notice in the mail saying that the trial of the two men who were suspected of stealing his car would be held the following week. He was not being called as a witness since he had not actually seen the theft, but that he was welcome to attend the trial to witness the outcome if he so desired. If the defendants were found guilty, he would be allowed to make a statement during the sentencing phase of the trial if he so desired.

"Brianna, I really want to go and see what happens to these guys. They caused you and me a lot of problems, and I hope they get the book thrown at them."

"Alright honey, I will go with you then. This is not something that you should attend by yourself."

"Boy, Craig is really going to be upset with both of us needing time off", Ken said. "I just hope that he will understand why I feel like I need to be there for the trial."

"I'm sure that he will understand. You will find that he is a wonderful boss, and a very caring person."

Brianna and Ken went into Craig's office the next day and explained the situation. Craig told them that he would not have it any other way. He told them that they were to take all of the time that was needed to get this behind them. They both thanked him, and went back to their respective duties.

On January 10th, Brianna and Ken started out on the trip to go to the trial. It was to be held the next day, and they wanted to drive up a day ahead of time so that they could get up and be fresh and alert the following morning for the whole event.

The following day found them at the courthouse, seated in the front row behind the prosecuting attorney. The trial finally started at one o'clock that afternoon after many delays from the trial that had immediately preceded theirs, and the prosecution presented its case. Ken recognized the policeman who had taken the report from him at the restaurant as the first witness in the case, who was then followed by the actual arresting officer. A video was also played that was recorded by the dash camera in the officer's car that showed the chase and the crash that soon followed. Testimony was given as to the identities of the two suspects, and that the car belonged to Ken and how it was reported stolen by Ken just moments before it was spotted and the chase ensued. By the time the prosecutor had finished presenting his evidence, Ken was sure that the defendants would not find a way to get out of the charges.

The defense attorney started to call his first witness, when one of the men pulled on his sleeve and whispered something in his ear. The attorney then asked to have a recess to discuss the case further with his clients. The judge granted a fifteen minute recess, and the defense attorney and the two suspects were busily talking to one another when Ken recognized another man walking towards the defense table. It was the waiter that had driven them back to the cabin. The waiter evidently did not see Ken at first, and he walked past him and up to one of the suspects and started talking to him quietly. While the waiter was speaking to the suspect, he caught a glimpse of Ken and his face took on a different look, a look of apology and hurt. When he had finished speaking to the suspect, he came over to where Ken and Brianna were sitting and spoke.

"I'm so sorry that we have to meet this way again. In case you were wondering, the man that I was speaking to is my brother. I had no idea at the time that it was he who had a part in stealing your car, and was later captured after the crash. Our parents are dead, and we only have each other, and I felt that he needed me here to be supportive of him. I do not condone what he did to you, and I have made that very clear to him. He realizes that what he did was wrong, and that he should not have been involved with the other man who was captured while driving the vehicle. He said that he simply wanted to go for a joy ride, and that he wasn't thinking about the consequences of his actions. This is the very first time that he has been in trouble with the law, and I am hoping that the judge will understand that when the sentencing phase comes."

Ken spoke up, "Well, they haven't been found guilty yet."

"That is why I went over to see what the commotion was all about. My brother wants to plead guilty and ask for leniency. He realizes now that there is no way of escaping what he has done, and he doesn't want the trial to continue."

Just then the bailiff called the court back into session and the waiter went back to his seat, and everyone else returned to theirs also.

The judge then spoke. "I have just been notified by the defense attorney that his clients wish to plead guilty to all charges." The judge looked at the two defendants and called each of them by name. "Are you both certain that this is what you want to do?"

Both men replied that it was and the judge accepted the plea being changed to guilty. The judge then asked if the defense attorney or prosecutor wanted to present any testimony before he passed sentences upon the defendants. The waiter stood and requested to be heard by the court on behalf of his brother. The judge allowed him to approach the witness stand, and after being sworn in, he was allowed to make a statement. The waiter told the judge the same thing that he had told Ken. He asked that His Honor please have mercy on his brother, and give him another chance to prove that he had learned his lesson. The judge excused the waiter when he was finished, and asked if there was anything else to be presented by either side.

The judge then pronounced sentences on both of the men. Since it was the older man who got the idea to steal the car and put the younger man up to it, he is sentenced to three years in jail. The waiters' brother is a first offender and because of the brothers' testimony on his behalf, he gets three years, suspended, with 100 hours of community service. The older man has to do his at least fifty one percent of his sentence before he can be paroled. 

As they left the courthouse and began the journey back home, Brianna decided to drive, as she realized that the trial had taken a toll on Ken. Ken in turn decided to do something that he never had done, to show his gratitude toward Brianna for all that she had done for him. He decides to do some heavy petting, at night, while she is driving, since they can't be seen. 

After Brianna and Ken were in the car, and Brianna had pulled out of the parking lot, Ken slid over in the seat until he was sitting next to Brianna. He then unzipped the front of Brianna's slacks, and slid his left hand underneath her panties and continued even further down until his fingers touched the warm folds of her pussy. The amount of wetness there took him by surprise. She was very slippery and wet. Once his fingers were there and very happy to be playing, he could feel Brianna let her inhibitions loose and she relaxed her thigh muscles and spread her legs further apart, allowing his hand to take over more freely. He plunged his middle finger deep into her pussy to draw out even more wetness so he could then smear it around and start playing with her aching clit. Brianna let out a soft moan, indicating how good it felt and knew it would not take her long to climax. Brianna could not see because of the darkness, but she could still feel his hand down her panties swirling around her clit which was now hard and so very swollen. As she continued driving, she could feel her body responding so strongly and knew that release was so close. She wanted it and needed it so badly that she was hoping to catch a red light before she turned onto the interstate so that she could stop driving for just a moment, let Ken drive her clit to orgasm quickly, and hopefully avoid an accident. But she didn't have any luck. She drove for about two miles with his hand down her pants, until they were on the ramp leading down to the interstate. His finger finally found that spot on her clit that she knew would take her to an orgasm very quickly. She could tell from his movements that he was seriously concentrating on making it happen now, swirling his fingers in slow motion, then increasing in speed, letting the feelings build up to that crest. 

Brianna was oblivious of the cars around her as she leaned back, letting her head rest against the back of the car seat. She started panting heavily as she envisioned what it would feel like to have Ken's head buried between her legs, his warm tongue on her clit and his fingers fucking her now steaming pussy. 

Ken continued stroking that spot and Brianna knew that she was only seconds away from that much needed orgasm. Ken couldn't see it, but her face started to flush with rushing blood, the lips on her face felt warm and swollen, her nipples grew achingly hard, her hands shook a bit making it hard to keep control of the steering wheel. And then the final thought of his hand stroking the g-spot just inside her pussy made her cum like a sparked explosion right there in the seat of her car. 

Brianna rode the pulsating waves of white hot orgasm out for few brief exhilarating seconds, feeling them rock her body so intensely that Brianna lost her hold on the steering wheel for just a moment. But it was a moment that was long enough for the car to drift to the edge of the road, then to have the tires grabbed up by a rut on the shoulder and pulled down the embankment and towards the tree line at the edge of the road. 

The front page of the local paper had a picture of a horrendous car crash with a story printed underneath. "What was barely left of a late model car was found this morning in the woods that line the interstate that bypasses our downtown area. Skid marks indicate that the driver lost control of the vehicle that was traveling at a high rate of speed and ran off the road sometime during the night time hours. The wreck was not visible from the road until daylight revealed the brush and grass that had been disturbed. Two bodies were located near the wreckage, and are believed to have been the occupants of the vehicle. Their identities are not being released at this time pending notification of the next of kin."



The Weekend Getaway Ch. 13



Chapter 13 "Alive"

Unbeknownst to Ken and Brianna, there was an older couple that was killed while following Ken and Brianna, when Brianna lost control of the car. The car that Brianna was driving had veered to the right side of the road, going off onto the shoulder, and the gentleman that was driving the car that had been behind Ken and Brianna hit his brakes to try and avoid a collision. Then Brianna overcorrected by turning the steering wheel too sharply to the left and came back up the embankment and onto the road in front of the car that had been directly behind her. The older couple in the car behind her was then forced off of the road but the older gentleman was not able to stop the car safely and he and his wife were thrown from the vehicle and killed on impact. 

Brianna never saw the other car go off the road because she was trying to get control of Ken's car. Since neither she nor Ken lived in the area where the wreck occurred, they were unaware of the news that was printed the next day. 

Unfortunately for Brianna and Ken, another driver saw what happened and was able to catch up to Ken's car and get the tag number. That driver notified local authorities, who then showed up at Ken's old house first. 

Kathy was looking out the living room window when she saw two police officers pull up in a patrol car and then they proceeded to get out of the car and walk up the walkway to the front of her house. Puzzled as to why any policeman would be coming to her house, Kathy got up and met them as they approached the front door.

"Hello, officers, is there something that I can do for you?"

The older officer spoke up. "Yes ma'am, we need to speak to Ken. Is he here?"

"No, he doesn't live here anymore. He sold the house to me, I'm his ex-wife, and he has moved to Georgia."

The younger officer pulled out his notebook and asked, "Would you happen to know what his new address is now?"

"Yes, I think I have it here somewhere. Can I ask what this is about?" Kathy questioned.

The older officer spoke up, "I'm sorry, but this is official business, and we cannot discuss anything with anyone other than Ken."

Kathy found the piece of paper where Ken had wrote down his new address. The younger officer copied down the address in his notebook, and then the officers got in the car and drove away.

Kathy immediately went inside and called Ken and told him about the cops showing up at her door. Ken didn't mention the events from the night before, he just thanked Kathy for giving him the advance notice, and then he called Brianna into the room where he was standing.

"Brianna I think we have a problem", Ken said when she came into the room. "Two cops just showed up at Kathy's door and wanted to speak to me. Do you think this has anything to do with what happened last night on the way back home?"

"I don't know honey. I can't think of anything else it would be about. Maybe they just want to check and make sure that we are alright."

"Well I hope that you are right."

Just as Ken spoke those words there was a knock at the front door. Brianna went to the door and opened it. There were two state patrolmen standing at the door, asking to speak to Ken. Ken heard his name and came into the living room and walked up to where Brianna was standing.

"I am Ken, may I help you gentlemen?" Ken asked the officers.

The officer nearest the door said, "I'm sorry to bother you sir, but we need you to come down to the station to answer some questions."

Brianna piped in, "Let me go get my coat and I will come down to the station with you."

The officer spoke up once again, "Ma'am we need to talk to him by his self. When we are done he can call you then."

A tear came to Brianna's eyes, but Ken reached over and brushed it away and assured her that everything would be alright. Ken followed the cops back out to their cruiser and got in the back seat, and the officers drove to the police station in town.

Ken was seated in a room towards the back of the station. The room had a table, a camera mounted on the wall in the corner of the room that faced the table, and hardback chairs that were scattered around the table. Ken waited for about a half hour, and then someone he hadn't met before came into the room and introduced his self as a detective with the local police force.

"Good afternoon sir, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, but I wanted to gather all of my documents and have them in front of me before I came and spoke to you. Did the officers explain to you why you were brought here today?"

"They mentioned something about a wreck that took place last night that claimed two people's lives, but they didn't tell me any more than that."

"A call to 911 from someone on a cell phone reported that a car bearing your license tag number (the detective read the license tag information aloud) was seen driving away from the scene of an accident."

"To tell you the truth, I guess you could call it an accident, but I didn't know anyone was hurt. I have just recently bought a car and we were driving back home when the car drifted to the side of the road and it went out of control for a moment. We ran off of the side of the road, but we got the car back under control and we drove the rest of the way home."

The detective showed Ken the newspaper clipping. (See chapter 12). Ken read the article and a look of shock and surprise came upon his face as he finished the last sentence.

"I am so sorry. We had no idea that anything like this had happened", Ken said as he handed the article back to the detective.

"Who exactly is the "we" that was driving the car last night when this occurred?" the detective asked.

Ken thought to himself, if this gets ugly, it would be better for me to take the rap than for Brianna to have to go to jail if it comes to that. The baby would be born behind bars and that was something that Ken just couldn't let happen.

"I was with my girlfriend", Ken answered.

"But who was driving the vehicle at the time of the accident?" the detective asked.

"I think it is time for me to ask for my lawyer now", Ken replied.

The detective spoke up, "Well I'm sorry but I am going to have to place you under arrest for two counts of vehicular homicide." The detective told him that he would be appointed an attorney if he could not afford one, and that he would be arraigned on the charges in the morning. He also told Ken that he could make a phone call to Brianna to let her know what was going on.

Ken dialed Brianna's house number and she answered.

"Brianna, last night there were some people following behind us when we ran off of the road, and they lost control of their vehicle and were killed in the crash. I am being charged with two counts of vehicular homicide since I was the one driving, and I've already asked for a lawyer."

Ken heard Brianna let out a moan and then she cried into the phone, "You can't be charged. You weren't the one driving."

"As far as they are concerned I was. I do not want my baby to be anywhere near a cell if this goes wrong. I can do the time, and then I will get out and come home to both of my babies."

Brianna knew it would do no good to argue with Ken, at least not for the time being. And he did have a valid point when it came to their child. She didn't want their baby to be born behind bars either.

"I know a good lawyer, and I'll call him on the phone when we hang up. Don't worry about anything; this will be all right in the end."

"I love you Brianna", Ken's voice cracked as he spoke.

"I love you too my dear. I will be up there to see you soon. Let me work on getting you some legal help first."

They said their goodbyes and Brianna immediately called an old classmate of hers who had moved to the town where they were holding Ken. He had gone to law school while she was in business school, so she hoped he had passed the bar and could help.

"Law offices of Dunn and Dunn how make I help you?" the secretary said as she answered the phone.

"Yes, is Jeff anywhere that I can speak to him? This is Brianna, an old classmate of his, and I really need his help."

"Please hold on one minute while I check to see if he is busy", the secretary replied.

Brianna held onto the phone so tight that her hand was turning red. Her mind was reeling from the news and she wasn't sure that she could even call in a favor from an old friend.

"Brianna it's so good to talk to you", Jeff said as he picked up his desk phone. "It's been so long, what can I do for you today?"

"It's about my boyfriend Ken. He is being held at the jail there in your town and he needs someone who will be a good lawyer."

"Well, I don't normally do criminal law. I specialize in business law, but I think I still remember some of what they taught us school. So tell me what went on Brianna and I'll see if I can help."

Brianna went over the story of what had happened the night before and what had just transpired with Ken at the police station. Jeff agreed to look into the case and to go visit Ken first thing in the morning, so that he could represent him starting at the arraignment. Brianna thanked Jeff and hung up the phone, her sobs starting to come in waves as she realized that her world could very well come crashing down around her. She went to her bedroom and lay down across her bed, continuing to cry, until she fell asleep some time later. She dozed off and on for the rest of the night, tossing and turning as she replayed all of the possible scenario's that were running through her mind.

The next morning Jeff showed up at the jail and asked to speak to his client. The officer was about to lead him to Ken's cell when Ken appeared with handcuff's on while being escorted by another officer. Jeff fell in line with them as they walked to the courthouse, and when the bailiff read the charge and the judge asked Ken what his plea was, he plead not guilty. Bail was set at one million dollars, cash or bond, and Ken was escorted back to the jail. 

This time he was taken to a room that was similar to the one where the detective and he had sat in yesterday. Jeff pulled up and chair and motioned for Ken to do the same. Jeff asked Ken to give him his version of what had happened, and he took notes as Ken described the events that had actually took place, and then Ken told Jeff what he had told the detective before he was read his rights.

Jeff explained to Ken that he normally didn't take criminal cases, but that he would see what he could do. He said he understood why Ken was telling the police that he was the driver, and that it was mighty brave of him to be willing to do that for Brianna. He assured Ken that he would try to get him found not guilty, and that if by some chance Ken was found guilty, he would try to get a lesser sentence for him since he was a first offender.

Jeff knocked on the door for the guard to come and take Ken back to his cell, and then Jeff went straight to the district attorney's office to see how damning the case really seemed.

"Well, if it isn't the big business lawyer himself. What were you doing in the courtroom today defending that loser?" the district attorney asked.

"For your information that man is not a loser", Jeff interjected.

"Just wait until you see the evidence I have against your client", the D.A. answered. "Then you'll agree that he is gonna lose this one."

"Alright then, give me what you have so I can start to prepare his defense."

"Why don't I save me and you some time Jeff and let's work out a plea agreement?" the D.A. asked.

"I haven't even had time to look over what you plan to present to the jury and you're already trying to cut a deal. Sounds to me like what you have is a rocky case at best."

"No, I have a solid case. But homicide trials are very costly and I am just trying to save the state a lot of money that could be used for something else."

"Alright then, just in case I decide to entertain your idea, what is your offer?" Jeff asked.

"Your client pleads guilty to two charges of vehicular homicide in the second degree, and he serves two ten year sentences consecutively."

"Consecutively? Hell no, that will never fly. This was truly an accident. I would only be interested in it if he serves them concurrently. And don't you think that ten years is a bit much for an accident?"

"Well, I would be willing to deal with the number of years if he hadn't left the scene."

"My client wasn't even aware of the wreck until he was informed of it by the police."

"In any case, the years are not up for debate. You can have your concurrent sentence if you like, but that is all I'm going to bend for this suspect."

"Alright, I will go look this over and talk with my client and get back to you."

Jeff left the D.A.'s office and returned to his office where he spent the rest of the afternoon going over the papers and witness statements that the prosecution would be using against his client. He didn't really see a way around any of the evidence, except that none of the witnesses had been able to identify the driver. But Ken did not have an alibi for the time frame in question, and Jeff felt that the district attorney would make it all fall apart if he even tried to use that for a defense.

The next day Jeff went to visit Ken in the jail and he told Ken what had transpired the day before at the district attorney's office. Ken told Jeff that he did not want to see the situation get worse, but he didn't think he could plead guilty when no one could identify him as the driver. He wanted to take the chance of a trial and not take the guilty plea agreement. Jeff talked with Ken a bit further to make sure that he understood what all was entailed, and Ken said that he did.. Jeff told him that he would get a court date as soon as possible.

Several months later, Ken appeared in court and the trial began. The prosecution put the first witness to the accident on the stand who testified that they saw a car matching the description of Ken's car leave the scene of the accident. The defense attorney cross examined the witness, asking them if they could identify the driver, and they said they couldn't because it was too dark. Then they put the officer in charge that identified the car by the license tag number that was given. The detective who had interviewed Ken was the next one on the stand. The defense attorney then asked the detective if he had any evidence to support the theory that Ken was the driver. The detective replied that he didn't. The prosecution rested their case, and the defense attorney rested theirs, as he felt that the burden proof of Ken's driving was not given by the prosecution.

Ken was found guilty however and was sentenced to twenty years for each count, and that he was to serve them consecutively in the state penitentiary. Ken was devastated by the thought of having to serve 40 years, but he knew it was better than having his child born in prison, and maybe then being forced into a foster care system.

Ken was transferred to the state prison the following week, and Brianna started her paperwork to be able to visit him while he was incarcerated. 

Brianna also requested a conjugal visit with him, as she was dying to make love to him soon. Her pussy ached so badly from not having him inside of her on a regular basis.

Two weeks later she received a letter from the warden saying that her prison visit had been granted, and that she could have a conjugal visit at the same time if she wanted to. She called the number that was given, and arranged to have one set up for the following weekend.

Brianna wore her tight pink shorts that Ken always loved, and a white halter top with no bra underneath. Just a pink crotch less thong underneath the shorts was the only underwear that she had on. The directions to get to the prison were easy to follow, and it wasn't long before she pulled up into the parking lot facing the prison.

She could see a lot of buildings in front of her; all of them surrounded by fences, except for a small hut by the main gate, and the guard towers that were located periodically along the fence. 

There were a dozen small cottages on the east side of the prison. It was fenced off from the rest of the compound. Prisoners who had earned enough points were occasionally rewarded with a conjugal visit from their wife or girlfriend in this area.

A narrow alley between the six rows of cottages had been placed between purposefully thin walls, allowing a discerning guard to hear all but whispers from inside. The guard was to position himself between the cottages, listening for any disturbances, fighting, domestic abuse, and that sort of thing. If a situation developed, the guard would immediately remove the prisoner and thus insure the program was never placed in jeopardy. Such eavesdropping had prevented any serious incidents from occurring so far at the prison. 

Walking through the gate, Brianna headed toward the sign that was marked Entrance C. There was a lot of paperwork to be done first, and then after Brianna had finished signing some of the documents, she was shown to an examination room where she was to be searched. After about ten minutes had passed a female guard came in to conduct the frisking. Brianna could not bring herself to make eye contact with the guard, as she was still embarrassed by having to be visiting her boyfriend at a prison.

The guard started the conversation off by saying, "Not married I see, you must be one of the liberal types. And you're probably a sucker for these animals that we have in here."

Brianna murmured, "I bet that a lot of these men are not animals in their behavior, especially not my boyfriend, and that they can be civilized. I'm sure that they all have the same needs. It's just that some react differently than others." 

The guard just laughed and said, "All men are animals, but especially these guys that are incarcerated in here. They are definitely animals. Now stand up, open your blouse. Let's get started."

Brianna did as she was instructed. The female guard started with her hair, feeling for foreign objects that might be tucked in the layers. She then looked in Brianna's ears, and then felt behind them. She put her arms inside of Brianna's top and ran her hands up and down her back, her sides, stomach, then under her arms. She felt around the front of her breasts and then the guard slid her hand under them. Then she looked at the bottom of her shorts. The guard said, "You know I have to check inside?"

Brianna nodded apprehensively. Then the guard whispered something very surprising to Brianna. She said, "We are supposed to wear latex gloves, but the convicts hate that because it smells like latex afterwards. Do you want me to check you without gloves?" 

"Okay I guess", Brianna said nervously, not wanting to upset anyone.

The guard had Brianna lower her shorts down to her knees, and then gently the guard put her finger up through the opening in the panties, and she continued to slide her finger until it was inside of Brianna's pussy. The next thing she did was to rotate her hand palm up, slide a second finger in, and make an exploratory sweep. It was very obvious that the guard was in no hurry, because her thumb was resting on Brianna's clitoris. This action only reinforced Brianna's now growing suspicions that there was no doubt that the female guard liked a lesbian. Brianna closed her eyes and wondered if her boyfriend knew how they treated the conjugal visitors. The guard must have thought that by Brianna closing her eyes, that Brianna was enjoying herself, because she started a gentle circular sweeping of her thumb on Brianna's clit that continued for a few moments.

Then the guard stopped what she was doing and went to her clipboard, wrote something, tore off the note and handed it to Brianna saying, "If you decide they are animals, give me a call. That's my cell number." She inserted the two fingers that had been inside of Brianna's pussy into her mouth, then turned and walked away saying, "Pull your garments up and follow me."




The Weekend Getaway Ch. 13



The female guard led Brianna to another room where another guard was standing and said, "Quincy, this is Brianna. She is ready for her boyfriend Ken."

The female guard turned to Brianna and said, "Remember what I told you honey."

For the first time Brianna made full eye-to-eye contact with the female guard.

"I will", Brianna said in a somewhat shaky voice.

Quincy led Brianna over to the unit where she was about to have sex with her boyfriend.

At the entrance he said, "You will be okay. Go for it honey," he winked, opened the door, and stood aside.

Brianna went in and looked around the room. It wasn't fancy, but at least it did look clean. She could not imagine how much sex had occurred in this room. Brianna sat down on the small sofa in the back corner of the room and waited.

A few minutes later Ken entered the room and the door was shut behind him.

As Brianna got up to go towards Ken, he moved across the room to where she was standing. He then unzipped his pants, pulled out his penis, and pulled her down on her knees so that he could slide his cock into her mouth. Before he was completely hard, and before she could enjoy the full taste of his manhood, loads of cum were shooting out of him. When he had completed squirting his semen into her mouth, Brianna swallowed.

Ken did not soften but instead he stayed hard. He pulled his cock out of her mouth, and then he went over to the bed and laid down on it. His rigid dick stood straight up. "Take your clothes off." It was clear that Ken wanted to be in full control. 

Brianna got up from the floor where she had just sucked him off and started to undress. His eyes followed every movement of her hands as they lifted up her halter top and brought it over her head. Brianna then reached around to the front of her chest and let her hands slowly slide over her breasts, taking a moment to tease her nipples that were already starting to harden with anticipation.

Then she reached down to the waistband of her shorts and while undoing the zipper she started sliding the tight pink shorts that she was wearing down her legs, being careful not to pull the crotch less panties that she was wearing down with the shorts. As she bent down to push the shorts below her knees, she looked at Ken to see what his reaction was. Brianna was enjoying the strip tease and she could tell by the glistening of the pre-cum on Ken's hard-on that he was too. Brianna stepped out of the shorts and let them fall to the floor also.

Then Brianna turned her back towards Ken and grabbed the waistband of her panties and started to remove them slowly, working her hand around the waistband to keep it even as she removed it from her body. As she reached behind her to grasp the waistband, Brianna bent over and then she let her fingers grab her panties while her thumb trailed along the crevice between her ass cheeks. Then she spun around and did the same with her other hand, letting her thumb slide between the folds of her vagina, stopping to momentarily tease her clitoris. Then she moved her legs and allowed her panties to fall to the floor where the other garments lay.

Brianna then crawled onto the bed and Ken spoke again. "Come up here and put your pussy in front of my face. Let me see your cunt." She straddled his head on her knees, her pussy just inches above his eyes. 

"Open up your pussy. Show me the pink lips and your cunt." Brianna pulled her vaginal lips open, exposing her depths. She could feel his breath floating across her vaginal lips. "Turn around, lean forward and pull those cheeks apart. I want to see your ass." She did as he instructed. 

Ken reached up and let his hands slide over her ass, massaging her cheeks as he ran his hands over and up and down her ass. Then in a move so sudden that it caught her off guard, Ken got up behind Brianna's back and thrust his cock the full length into her in one swift movement. At first it took her breath away for a few minutes and she did not feel like she could breathe. Ken was pumping himself into her, humping her like a young bull that had just taken his first cow. His cock felt so much larger and so huge that it seemed her vagina was being stretched to new limits. Before Brianna could breathe freely she felt her pussy start to spasm from a massive orgasm. Her cries of pleasure seemed to fill the entire room from the intense orgasm the she was experiencing. Brianna was arching her back and slamming her hips backwards against Ken as she rode wave after wave that was rocking her entire body.

The next thing Brianna knew, Quincy was in the room and Ken was talking to him. Brianna was still on her knees, legs spread apart to allow Ken easy access to her vagina, and she could feel the liquid semen leaking out of her. Ken made no effort to cover neither Brianna nor him self.

"No big deal man, she just came really hard. I guess that she can sometimes be a screamer." Ken grinned as he said, "She is going to do a lot of screaming for the next few hours."

"Are you alright Ma'am?" Quincy asked. "I heard you crying out and I was worried for your safety." Quincy was looking alternately at her ass and the bottom of her pussy that was still up in the air and her face that was bent around towards him. He showed both lust and concern.

"Yes", She replied weakly, blushing from the thought of a black man seeing her naked for the first time.

"Do you want to leave now?" Quincy asked her, secretly longing for a piece of the ass that was tantalizingly in front of him.

"No", she said, a little more strongly. "I am okay. I just want, I just", Brianna was still struggling to catch her breath, "I just want to be with Ken for a little while longer."

Quincy nodded and slowly backed out of the door, closing it with a click as it shut.

"That little queer," Ken said nonchalantly, "He was staring at my dick. I'll bet he would have sucked it if I had told him too."

Brianna didn't really have time to think about the possibility of seeing another man touching Ken's cock or having a black man take her with that large bulge that she saw straining at the front of Quincy's pants. Her thoughts were interrupted by Ken reaching underneath Brianna and fondling her still swollen clitoris. It seemed that he always knew how to touch her in ways that made her feel like a woman.

"I guess you haven't had anyone since our last rendezvous before I was locked up", Ken said.

"No", Brianna answered, "And I have never had an orgasm like that before."

Ken laughed as he spoke, "I guess it really has been awhile for both us then."

With that Brianna laid down on her back and then Ken crawled up on top of Brianna, slid his cock deep inside of her pussy, and gently pushed the hair back that had fallen onto the front of her face. Ken then lowered his face to hers, covering her mouth with his lips. Brianna thought to herself that it felt so wonderful to be having this man, this real man, taking her. It dawned on her that in some ways she was now what most of his cellmates would probably call his bitch. He totally owned her and could do whatever he wanted to with her. This was one bad boy who could not only fuck her brains out, but could touch the deepest parts of her soul.

The feelings that were coursing through her entire body were wonderful. As Ken rhythmically slid his cock in and out of her, he formed an air lock with their lips as he continued his deep kissing and tonguing. Deeper and deeper Ken plunged his cock went into her, followed by each breath as he kept his lips tight against her smaller mouth. Brianna felt that she was becoming light headed from the lack of oxygen. His dick seemed to plunge so deep into her vagina that she was sure it had to be close to her womb. Black spots began to appear in front of her. Now it seemed as though Ken's cock was entering the deepest part of Brianna's womb. The black spots started to merge with each other. Ken continued to pump his cock into Brianna as hard as he could. His cock found the perfect spot far up inside her vagina. It was a spot that had never been touched before. Brianna thought to herself that Ken's seed would have no swimming upstream to do this time when he shot his load. If she had not already been pregnant, they would have landed everywhere inside her womb and on impact they would have immediately found themselves surrounding her eggs.

At that moment, with Brianna feeling like she was lacking any oxygen, bright sparklers started flashing in her head. Her cunt was going crazy with the electricity that was being dispersed all the way from her vaginal lips to the deepest depths of her pussy and she felt her vaginal muscles starting to spasm, and then another intense orgasm struck her. This one was even stronger than the first. Wave after wave of intense pleasure seemed to run up her legs, across the lips of her pussy, and then they continued all the way up to her breasts, making her nipples quiver from the reaction of the shockwaves. She felt her vagina quiver as it shuddered, tightening around Ken's cock, trying to hold on to the feelings that were being brought forth. Then Brianna felt Ken's body starting to quake, then he was arching his back and slinging all of his seed inside of her, as he quickened the thrusting of his cock inside of her vagina. Brianna's pussy juices were flowing like a raging mountain stream, running up and down the length of his cock and then across her vaginal lips and onto the bed below them.

Ken collapsed on top of Brianna when he had completely emptied himself into her, and they just lay there on the bed for a long time.

Brianna eventually rolled over on her side, causing Ken to slide off of her and land on his side facing her. Then she reached up to him and gently caressed his cheeks, still feeling the quivers in her pussy that had ached for so long to have him inside of her.

Just then Quincy knocked on the door and told them that it was time for the visit to be over. Brianna and Ken quickly exchanged kisses, then they got out of the bed and put their clothes back on, but not before each of them stole one more kiss as Quincy came back inside the room. After Quincy put the handcuffs back onto Ken's wrists, Ken was lead back towards the main prison area.

As Brianna went back through the visitor's entrance, the female guard smiled at her and reminded her once again to give her a call sometime. Brianna hurried through the rest of the prison grounds and got in her car quickly and drove away.

When Brianna left the prison and returned home, she started to question whether or not she could continue to live this way, only seeing Ken periodically on weekends. She had just started to get into the bed that evening when she felt cramps starting build in her abdomen, and pains began to shoot across her belly, making her bend over sharply. Then Brianna felt something wet between her legs, and wondered if it was just some left over semen that was just now flowing back out of her body. Then a severe cramp hit her in the abdomen again, and it caused her to bend over more sharply in pain. When the pain had subsided, she bent down to remove her panties that were now soaking wet. Brianna quickly phoned her gynecologist and he told her to get to the hospital immediately.

When Brianna got to the hospital, she entered the ER waiting room and gave her name at the desk. She was put in a wheelchair and taken straight to the maternity floor, just as the doctor had ordered by phone before Brianna arrived.

Just as Brianna was wheeled to her room and placed in the bed, she felt more spasms and the cramps started coming in waves this time. Brianna's gynecologist arrived shortly thereafter and after examination, he confirmed that Brianna and the baby were indeed in trouble and that Brianna could possibly lose the baby. He ordered an IV and bed rest for Brianna, and she was held at the hospital for monitoring. By the next day the cramps had subsided, and the doctor held her a few more days just to be sure that the baby and she would be okay. He ordered Brianna to be on bed rest through the rest of her pregnancy, as it would probably be touch and go from this point on until the point where she delivered.

When Brianna finally got home she called Craig and gave him the bad news.

"Hey Craig, it's me, Brianna", she spoke into the phone.

"Brianna, how are you doing? I've been so worried about you. I came by the hospital one time but you were sleeping and I didn't dare wake you up. Everyone here has been saying a prayer that you were going to be ok."

"I am going to be fine. I have to be for the babies' sake. This could be our only chance to have a child, and I don't want to be the one to mess this up. And that is what I was calling you about. The doctor has ordered me on bed rest until the baby is born. I need the job and the income really badly, but I also want this baby."

"Brianna, let me stop you right there. You stay home and do what the doctor says. And don't worry about your pay. You have served my company well over many years, and I am not going to lose the best secretary I have had over this. When the baby is born and you can return to work, your desk will be waiting on you. I will hire someone from the temp agency to fill in until you are back on your feet."

"Oh Craig, I do not know how I will ever make it up to you", Brianna cried softly as she spoke into the phone.

"Do not worry about anything Bri, just do what the doctor says and get well", Craig assured her.

Brianna thanked him and they hung up. She thought about the possibility of calling the prison and getting word to Ken about what had happened. She didn't want to add any extra worry to his load of burdens right now. But she also knew he would wonder why she couldn't come see him for anymore visits until the baby was born. She decided to write him a letter instead.

"Dear Ken, I hope everything is going ok there. I am doing pretty well right now. I had a bout of false labor it seems. They thought my water had broken, but the cramps were so bad that I had pee'd on myself from the pain. I had to stay in the hospital a few days, and now the doctor wants me on bed rest until the baby is born. I couldn't help but think about what I would do if you weren't there for the birth. But then it dawned on me that with you in prison, you probably won't be able to be there anyway. I talked to Craig and he is going to keep my job for me, and my pay will continue until I can return to work. See, I told you, he really is a caring and understanding boss. Well, I love you and I must go lay down now. I can't wait until I can see you again. All my love, Bri"

The next week she received a letter from Ken.

"Dear Bri, my love, my darling, I think I have good news. The court has agreed to hear my appeal on the grounds that it was never proven that it was actually me behind the wheel. Since it can not be proven that I was behind the wheel, the sentence may be overturned and I will be released. I will let you know how it is going as I learn something. Just take care of my baby. I love you dearly and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. Love forever, Ken"

The next few months went by without anymore happening, and then the cramps started again. Brianna called the doctor and he said to go to the hospital again immediately, and that he would meet her there. Brianna called a cab and went straight to the hospital. When she walked into the ER, the doctor was standing there with two nurses at his side. One of the nurses grabbed a wheelchair and immediately went over to where Brianna was standing and put her in it, and then the other nurse and the doctor joined them as they started down the hallway.

Once Brianna was in a room upstairs on the maternity ward, one of the nurses gave her a shot. The doctor explained that it would help to calm the contractions and hopefully delay the birth of the baby. Brianna was in her eighth month of pregnancy, but the doctor wanted her to carry the baby as long as possible to prevent any complications from premature birth. The doctor wanted to do an ultrasound to make sure that he didn't see any problems. The baby didn't seem to be in distress right now and the doctor assured Brianna that she and the baby would be alright; she just had to continue her bed rest and not let herself get upset.

Brianna assured the doctor that she would lay there in the bed and rest. A few hours later the technician came in and started the ultrasound procedure. The gel that was applied to her belly was cold and sticky, and it seemed to Brianna that even the baby tried to move away from the feeling, even though she assured herself that she was just being silly.

"Your baby seems to be quite a squirming young man", the technician said as she tried to get a clear picture onto the monitor for the doctor to review.

"Young man? Did you say "young man"?" Brianna asked in surprise.

"Why yes, didn't you know you are having a boy?" the technician asked.

"No, I've been on bed rest and the doctor has had me come into his office as few times as possible."

"Well, congratulations are in order I guess", the technician replied.

Brianna just lay quietly and contemplatively in the bed as the technician finished doing the ultrasound and then cleaned most of the gel from her belly. After the technician left the room, a nurse came in to Brianna's room shortly after and handed her a bucket of warm water and a washcloth and soap so that she could finish washing the rest of the gooey feeling off of her.

When Brianna finished cleaning herself up, she called Craig to let him know the good news.

"Hey Craig, it's me, Brianna", she spoke in an excited voice.

"Hey Brianna, the caller id says that you are calling from the hospital. Are you okay?" Craig asked in a worried tone.

"Yes, I'm fine. I had another round of pains, so the doctor had me come back to the hospital to be checked. And just in case anything might be wrong, they admitted me again."

"Well, I was just on my way to see you and I'm glad you called. I was headed out to the house, but now I will turn around and head towards the hospital then. And I have a surprise for you too when I get there."

"A surprise? What kind of surprise?" Brianna asked.

Just then another wave of spasms started again as the contractions seemed to be solid this time. Brianna dropped the phone and it hung up as it bounced on the floor before Craig could answer. A nurse passing in the hall heard Brianna cry out and stuck her head in the room to see if everything was ok. She realized that it wasn't, and the nurse pressed the call button and summoned help.

Upon a vaginal examination by the nurse, it was determined that Brianna's cervix was starting to quickly dilate, and a call was made to the doctor to prepare for birth. Several more nurses were summoned to the room to help, as the contractions were coming stronger and at a faster interval. The doctor arrived shortly thereafter and took his place at the end of the bed. The doctor decided that the birth was happening too quickly to try to move her to the labor and delivery room. Brianna tried to do as the doctor and nurses instructed her to do. Her breaths were coming in short gasps now as the pain was really getting strong. The baby's head started to crown and just at that moment there was a commotion at the door as two gentlemen who had just appeared could be heard arguing with a nurse. 

One of the men spoke up and said, "That is my baby, and I am going to be in there no matter what."

Brianna recognized Ken's voice immediately and cried out his name. Ken pushed past the nurses and ran over to the bed where Brianna grabbed his hand and gave one more big push and then it was over. The doctor handed the baby to the nurses to be suctioned out and the baby immediately began to cry. When Brianna and Ken heard the baby's cry, they both let out a cry themselves, and the nurse handed the baby to another nurse for the initial measurements, then that nurse came and laid the baby in Brianna's waiting arms.




The Weekend Getaway Ch. 13



"We have a boy", Brianna exclaimed.

"And I barely made it to be here for the birth", Ken replied.

"How did you manage to be here for this? I didn't even know that you were getting out anytime soon", Brianna said.

By this time Craig had pushed his way into the room near where Ken was standing by the bed. "Ken called me this morning and told me that he had been released, and asked if I would come get him and bring him home since you are not supposed to drive."

"I won the appeal Brianna. Yesterday the court said that I had been found guilty without any real proof that I had indeed committed the crime, and today I won my release and I wanted to be with my girl. There is a chance that I can be retried, but Jeff talked to the D. A. and she told him that she felt that she didn't have anything new to bring to trial and she would not bring it to court again unless new evidence ever turned up."

"Brianna, I owe you and Craig so much for sticking by me like you have the last few months. I want to name our son Brian Craig, after both of you if that is okay with you Brianna."

"Oh Ken, that is so sweet. It is fine with me if it is okay with Craig", Brianna replied.

The doctor and nurses gathered up their instruments and excused themselves so that they could have some privacy.

"It sounds wonderful to me. Well, I need to head back to the plant now. Brianna, you can have the usual 6 weeks maternity leave, and Ken you make sure you take care of her while she is recovering. Then I expect you both back at your desks where I hired you to be." Craig responded then made his way to the door of the hospital room.

He looked back one more time as he walked out the door to see Brianna holding Brian in her arms, as Ken stood at the bedside looking down at both of them with love in his eyes. He thought to himself as he walked down the hall, "They say that life is a circle, but he thought of it more as a journey. And in Brianna and Ken's case, it was a journey of love."



Author's Note:

I have thoroughly enjoyed writing this series. I had only intended to make a one chapter story, but because of feedback from my readers and my fiance', I continued it. I would love for each one of you that read this to vote and also leave me feedback on how you liked the whole series. I originally wrote a different "tragedy" ending, but after thinking about it, I decided that you would like this one better. Thank you, and I hope you continue to read my stories for many years to come!