2 comments/ 106048 views/ 4 favorites A Weekend With Renata-Friday By: Lestat2k02 Authors Note: This is the sequel to my story "Renata Gets A Ride". The number of people that read it has really floored me and the voting on it has made it my highest scoring story. I had intended for "Renata Gets A Ride" to be a stand alone story, but because of the number of readers it accumulated I've decided to do a sequel because "hey I never know when to leave a good thing alone..." [chuckle] [chuckle] "A Weekend With Renata" will consist of three separate stories, "Friday", "Saturday" and "Sunday". I won't be spending much if any time referring back to the original Renata story, so if you haven't read it you should do so now, just to help maintain continuity while reading the Weekend Trilogy. ~~Thanks, Lestat2k02 Epilog / Prolog I usually know when I'm going to be receiving a package so on Saturday when the priority mail box appeared at my door my curiosity was peeked because I hadn't ordered anything recently. The handwriting on the box definitely feminine, but no one's that I recognized and there was no return address. I sliced the tape seal and opened the box and pulled out the entire contents of the box. I pealed off a surrounding layer of pink tissue paper and was left holding one of those gift bags by the handle; there was a small white card sitting on top of the pink tissue paper that filled the bag and the paper was giving off a faint scent of perfume which emanated from the contents of the bag, and it hung in the air around me. I didn't need to read the card, it had only been two days ago and I would remember that scent till the day I die. and the recognition of it caused image's of that afternoon to come flooding back. I lost myself in the most pleasant day dreams of that afternoon events, I'm not sure how long, I was in a trance as I relived that afternoon, but eventually I returned to the present, setting the bag down and removing the card. The scent of the perfume became stronger as I held the card closer and sliced open the flap with a letter opener. I pulled out the card, flipped up the cover and read the short message.... Mr. Mason, Thank you for the wonderfully naughty afternoon. No one has ever made me do such naughty things. I know I shouldn't think about them, but I can't help myself, no one has ever made me feel as good as you made me feel earlier today. I've sent you something to remind you of our afternoon. Hope you enjoy them. Maybe we can get together again before I leave. Renata GOD! I thought to myself, she must have put this together in Ange's dorm room after I dropped her off. And then they had to have it mailed that night for it to be here now; I hope Ange didn't notice Renata was mailing me a package, especially if she knew what was in the package. Reading the card distracted me from these worries and as I read the words I could hear her voice and before I finished reading the note I was once again in a trance. When the note was finished I closed my eyes; the perfumes aroma hanging in the air about me allowed my imagination to hear Renata's sweet melodic voice, to picture her beautifully petite young body and to almost feel her satiny smooth skin. Eventually I sent the card down and dug through the tissue paper in the gift bag until I found them. My fingers recognized the feeling of the fabric and I pulled the gift free of the jumble of tissue paper in the bag. I held my gift from Renata draped over my hand, a pair of panties, Renata's panties, and I assumed they were the panties she was wearing the afternoon we had spent together two days before. When the flowery scent of the perfume was joined by a savory musky scent I knew it had been the correct assumption. I moved the panties closer to my face and the aroma was unmistakable. I remembered the scent, the same scent had been heavy on my fingers after I finished fingering Renata's sweet little pussy and they had been covered with the juices of her arousal. As the memories rushed through my head the flames of my own arousal were being fanned to a roaring blaze, mentally. Physically though, as always, there was no reaction. I wished that I were alone in the house; I wanted "use" Renata's panties. I had to keep wishing for the same thing all week; it was until Thursday afternoon before I finally got the house to myself. Because I sleep alone though I was able to pull the panties from under my pillow every night drag them across my face before I went to sleep. Every night as I fell asleep I enjoyed the fragrance that had originated in the crotch of the sweet young Renata. As I said it was Thursday afternoon before I was alone in the house. I put together a slide show of Renata using the pictures I had taken of her by the pool the previous summer. The ones that featured her firm little breasts were duplicated many times, but there were a number of bikini shots in the mix and even some pictures of her in her prom dress. I can't even begin to tell you how sexy she had looked in that prom dress. I locked the wheels of my chair and stood just long enough to push my boxers down to my knees. I sat and let them fall to my ankles, I slid down a little in my chair and stretched my legs out in front of me, I picked up Renata's panties from my desk and clearly spoke the word 'play' and the software on my Powerbook began displaying the slide show. I watched the images go by as I held Renata's aromatic underwear near my face. My other hand was fingering my flaccid johnson as the pictures of my sweet young obsession flashed by. I was trying to fix my mind on a specific fantasy as I watched image after image pass by on the big flat screen monitor I had hooked to my Powerbook. I thought about Renata in her little blue string bikini. Then I thought about Renata's hands under the top of her little blue string bikini. The top of Renata's little blue string bikini falling away to reveal her small mounds of flesh and stiff pink little nipples. No all that was too obvious. My mind drifted to the hotel room and the afternoon Renata had spent with me. That wasn't it either; there would be no wheelchair in my fantasy. In my fantasy my johnson would work just fine and would end up in the tight young pussy of the engaging young lady I was fixated on. I spoke the word 'pause' and the slide show halted on the picture currently being displayed. It was a picture of Renata in her prom dress. Well, dress might be a bit of an overstatement in describing this garment. I'm sure it wasn't, but I thought that it was most likely purchased in a lingerie department. If I had seen the garment on a hanger in my daughter's room I would have thought it was a slip and not a dress. It looked great on Renata though, held up by the thinnest of spaghetti straps that went over her shoulders, it clung to her in all the right places. Her nipples were just barely noticeable in the front and the cling of the fabric to her skin also allowed the curve of her hip and cheek of her ass to also be clearly visible. The absence of a panty line meant she was most likely panty less as well as braless. She was stunning. Her hair was up, but ringlets hanging down bracketed her lovely face. She was so sweet, innocent and above all sexy, just indescribably stunning. I covered my flimsy dick with Renata's panties and started fingering it with both hands. We were in the back of the limo, it was after dark and the lights of the city lit the interior of the vehicle and the privacy glass was up between the driver and us. I turned in the seat and took Renata in my arms; our mouths came together in a desperate, passionate kiss. As our tongues swirled and roiled in each other throats my hands roamed over the body of the young girl in my arms. Through the sheer fabric of her dress my hands felt her nipples, stiff with excitement just like the fabric wasn't there. My hand slid down Renata's body and her legs spread as her stomach passed beneath my touch. I was right, she was panty less as well as bra less, and I could feel the mound of her downy soft curls through the transparent fabric of Renata's prom dress. A dress like the one Renata was wearing and what she wasn't wearing underneath it was meant to do only one thing to a man; it was meant to harden his desire and fan the fire of his lust, and mine was hard and flaming. I laid Renata down on the back seat of the limo and then ran a hand down her shapely stocking covered leg. Grasping her ankle I lifter her petite foot and suggestive high heel shoe. I draped her leg over the top of the seat; with her other foot still on the floor of the limo it put Renata in a position that spread her legs wide before me. Renata pulled the front of her dress up revealing herself to me, silently inviting me to take her, to use her body as a repository for my lust. I could see the drops of her own arousal glistening on the silky gold curls between her legs. Renata's firm teenage fanny was squirming with impatience on the soft leather seat, her wide spread crotch moving provocatively as it did. I kneeled on the seat between my young beauties legs, I undid my pants and pushed them down far enough to free my throbbing woody. Renata reached out, wrapped her fingers around my thumping hard-on and pulled it and me to her as her soft voice said, "take me Mr. Mason, I'm ready for you". She guided the head of my pulsing member to the moist lips of her lovely flower. I leaned forward pressing my throbbing hardness into her tight wet object of my desire. Renata's virginity was long since sacrificed to her boyfriend, but she was still so very tight and warm. The walls of her vagina were wet and smooth as satin and they gripped my pulsating woody with the vibrant strength of her fresh youthful body. Renata's hips rose to meet my thrust and I was fully sheathed in the hot tight body of the sweet young thing that lay spread wide under me. I held myself over the delicate body that reclined on the seat beneath me with one hand on the car door and the other on the top of the back seat. Renata cooed with satisfaction as I stroked myself in and out of her. My long slow strokes were matched with the purposeful thrusting of Renata's trim hips. Raising and falling I slid my lust hardened piece in and out of my willing young partner. The rear of the limo was filled with the soft grunts and groans of a woman giving herself to a man and the earthier grunts and groans of a man satisfying himself with a woman's body. Renata knew I wasn't going to last long enough for her to finish. The position in the back seat of the limo wasn't conducive to her reaching the peak of arousal and the magnitude of my lecherous craving wasn't going to allow me to last mach longer. Because of this Renata's hand drifted over her firm flat gyrating tummy and to 'the spot' between her open legs. Her finger's easily found and contacted her quivering, blood-engorged nub. The firm little nub was rolled between her fingers for only a few seconds before Renata's scream signaled that the pinnacle of her desire had been reached. A few seconds of listening to Renata's vocal orgasm and a few more strokes into the soft wet recesses of her tight young body and my own desire was about to boil over. I pressed down hard on Renata, burying myself as deep as I could into her body and pressing it into the soft leather seat of the limo. I held myself there, deep in Renata's willing body as my engorged woody shot a glut of milky white seed into her, filling her young womb to overflowing. My legs were jerking and spasming with each pulse of my orgasm. I was sliding lower in the seat of my wheel chair with each spasm and I fired stream after stream of warm sticky liquid into Renata's panties. Even though the old johnson never stood up it didn't seem to effect the amount of cum I could manufacture and the intensity of the fantasy I was currently enjoying only increased the volume I shot into the pretty white panties. This or a similar fantasy was repeated a number of times in the weeks to come. It wasn't long before there wasn't a spot on Renata's panties that wasn't stained and crusted from being soaked with cum. The Email On the Friday after Thanksgiving pretty much out of the blue I got the following email. Subject: A Weekend Together? Date: Friday, November 29, 2002 9:29 AM From: Sweet Young Renata To: Mister Mason Hi Mr. Mason remember me... Renata :-) Did you like the little present I sent you. I hope you did and I hope you had lots of fun with them. I was wondering if you would like to spend a weekend with me before I left. I think we would have a lot of fun [wink] [wink] [big innocent smile] I thought Fri sat sun Dec 27,8,9. In case you say yes I've found us a place to stay. Do you know how hard it is to find a bed & breakfast that is wheel chair accessible. Blizzard Valley Inn & Cabins (555) 555-1212 If you want to get together call and make reservations for us. Let me know Renata Well this was unexpected. A pleasant surprise, but definitely unexpected. The next question that went through my head was 'I wonder what we'll do for a whole weekend'. DOH!!! Could I be more stupid I thought to myself. The afternoon with Renata had been an intense experience, could I take a whole weekend with the sexy young siren. Oh well, if I cant I'll die trying I thought chuckling to myself. I called and made our reservations for one of the two wheel chair accessible cabins at "The Blizzard Valley Inn & Cabins" and sent a response to Renata telling her we were on for the weekend she suggested. We exchanged a few more notes arranging a meeting place and other such details, and then I had to take care of the hard part. How was I going to explain my absence for an entire weekend? Despite the fact that my wife still lived in the same house that I did the marriage was long over (refer to my many statements about not having been with a woman for more than two years). Still the truth didn't seem to be a viable option. I couldn't see myself telling her and every one that I was spending the weekend with my oldest daughter's best friend. It would be especially hard explaining to my daughter Ange that I was having sex (such as it was) with one of her best friends. I had a friend in the town where my daughter went to college. I could use the excuse of visiting him. I'd never spent more than one night in town visiting, but at least it was some place that I sometimes go for an over night, it would have to do. A few notes exchange with my friend and my cover was in place, not a real good cover, but like I said it would have to do. To spend a weekend with the desirable young Renata was more than worth the risk. It was odd though that as I was leaving the house early on that Friday afternoon Ange was complaining that she had nothing to do this weekend because both Renata and Charmaine were out of town and that she couldn't believe that on her last weekend before leaving for France Renata would be out of town. I made a few placating statements about that being too bad and then I left to spend the weekend with the "out of town" Renata. The Meeting & Drive We had agreed to meet at the toll station. Picking her up at her house wasn't an option; I don't think that Renata's parents would understand her going away for the weekend with the father of her best friend. Neither was Renata meeting me at my house a workable option for a number of reasons that should be obvious. I arrived first, but shortly after that a white Volkswagen Golf parked in the row of cars across from me. The door opened and a pretty young girl in an ankle length black leather coat sprang from the car. She retrieved a suitcase on wheels and a shoulder bag from the trunk of the car and started across the parking lot to my Caravan. Grabbing the extended handle she rolled the one suit case, had the shoulder bag over one shoulder, her purse over the other and because even though it was well below freezing it hadn't started snowing yet so she was carrying instead of wearing her winter boots. Renata's breath clouded around her as she walked and her pig tails, yes pigtails bounced off her shoulders as her bouncing walk carried her across the parking lot. "Pigtails?" I thought to myself. What a foxy little troublemaker she was. The young looking Renata looked even younger with the pigtails; to be honest she didn't appear to be old enough to drive the car she had just gotten out of even though she had been 18 for more than five months now. The passenger side sliding door flew open and she tossed her stuff on to the back seat of the van, "Hi Mr. Mason, good to see you again". "It's great to see you Renata", I replied trying to sound calm and nonchalant. "I like your hair", I said with a smile, "it makes you look younger". She was still giggling as she got in the front seat and leaned over to kiss me on the cheek, "ya but we both know you like the younger look Mr. Mason" she said as her sly smile brightened her face. After a quick pause she continued, "and you look just the same Mr. Mason, you're a comfortable old cuddly bear" she said as her smile faded from sly to just plain sweet. God but she was beautiful, I thought to myself. So sweet, so young and so beautiful; elegantly beautiful in her long black leather coat, innocently beautiful with her intoxicating smile and pretty sweet face, she was so young and full of life, I still was having a hard time believing it, but I again just thanked God mentally that she wanted to spend the weekend with me. It was a nice drive to the Inn, the scenery (inside the van) was outstanding. I wasn't counting on my iPod filled with music to kill the time of this trip, but neither had I become a brilliant conversationalist since our last trip either. Fortunately I got to take advantage of Renata's chattiness to mask my inability to make small talk. I just drove along and enjoyed the view inside the van and the sound of her sweet voice. As she chatted she untied the belt of her coat and opened the front of it. It was toasty warm in the van as we drove through the sharp cold of late December weather. Renata could have easily done without the coat, but it probably was too difficult to remove while sitting in the front seat of the van. The scenery inside the van improved as the expensive black leather coat opened I got to see what my companion was wearing. I had seen the shiny black leather shoes and white stockings as she crossed the parking lot; at least I thought that's what I had seen. It wasn't shiny black leather shoes and white stockings though; it was shiny black leather shoes and white knee socks. Holy Cow I thought as my eyes moved up past the knee socks and across those cute bare knees, she's playing the young girl to the hilt today. And then my vision continued to move up those lovely young legs until I saw the wool skirt, a mostly white/gray/green plaid with wide box pleats. Man I thought again, knee shocks and a pleated skirt, but there was more. Yup, there it was, a matching vest of the same plaid material and same color. Then to top things off, under the vest was a sharply pressed white cotton blouse a dark green almost black neck tie. Jesus she looked sexy and young, so deliciously naughty and young, she was a beautiful young sexy girl. I thought to my self that it was going to be a very enjoyable weekend. I did manage to hold up my end of the conversation for the most part as we drove along, but only because mine was the very short end of the conversation. It was a lot easier to take in the scenery inside the van than to make conversation and cruising down an almost empty interstate gave me plenty of opportunity to glance over at my passenger. Renata had slid the front seat all the way back and reclined it a notch or two. Her legs were crossed and stretched, the shoes, knee socks and exposed skin of those shapely young legs drew my gaze with their seductive innocence and my gaze followed them until they disappeared up under that unbelievable plaid wool skirt. Up from the legs and skirt Renata's chest was flattened under her blouse and vest. The lack of cleavage was accentuated by the fact that she had an arm stretched up over the back of the seat and the lack of cleavage added more than everything to the illusion that Renata appeared much younger than she actually was. A Weekend With Renata-Friday Renata looked fantastic in her outfit and I couldn't wait to get to the Inn to explore this schoolgirl fantasy. I think Renata figured out what I was thinking because she went out of her way to explain that it was the uniform from the school that she would be attending in France, the Stuart Academy. She said that the school is named after a guy who thought he was the King of Scotland, that why it's all plaid. She laughed and said that she couldn't figure out what the King of Scotland was doing in France. I told that I could explain it to her but when I asked her if she cared about the story and she said no. Her voice was sparkling as she said "No Thanks Mr. Mason I only wore my uniform to tease you and... You know, make you want me even more, dive you crazy, make you want to make me be naughty and all that kind of stuff" she winked as he finished her statement. I asked, "Do you really think you needed the uniform to make me want you?" She smiled and replied "I said 'want me more', I think you really want me anyway, but I know you like me as a little girl and I figured this made me a bit more like a young girl". After saying that Renata ran a hand seductively over her chest and changing the subject added, "speaking of wanting me Mr. Mason what did you do with the panties I sent you?" When she finished talking she lifter her leg farthest from me and put her foot up on the dashboard, this exposed a lot more of her delicious leg and gave me a clear view of the inside of her smooth white thigh. I didn't say anything right off and I'm sure I blushed and that just encouraged Renata. "Mr. Maaa-sonnnnn...", she said drawing out my name like it was two words, making her voice sound all the more like a little girl, "I was nice enough to give them to you... Won't you tell me what you did with them..." Getting no response from me after another short pause she continued, "did they smell like me Mr. Mason?" her voice became a little devious as she asked this last question I still didn't speak, but I did nod my head yes and as I did I noticed that she was running her hand up and down her newly exposed leg, from her cute bare knee to the inside of her seductively firm thigh. Each time she brought her delicate hand up the inside of her leg she pushed the hem of her skirt a little higher and she would turn her hand to reveal her very pink fingernails. It was a pretty bright pink, a color a young girl would wear even though it glittered and twinkled with the luster of a pearl. Renata then asked, "how did you find out they smelled like me Mr. Mason", after another short pause she pressed the question, "tell me how you knew they smelled like me Mr. Mason or I won't give you any more". I was still tongue tied so Renata continued her interrogation style questioning, "you held them to your nose, right", a short pause was followed with, "didn't you Mr. Mason, you held my dirty panties to your nose", another quick pause, "didn't you Mr. Mason", Renata repeated. Renata's finger passed over her lips as she spoke. "you held the crotch of my dirty panties to your nose. Right Mr. Mason", with every phrase her voice became more severe with mock sternness. My head was nodding up and down as I said, "ya I did". Smiling Renata continued, but with a softer tone, "and then what did you do Mr. Mason?" No reply brought another comment from Renata as she ran her fingers up and down the beautiful leg that was exposed by placing her foot on the dashboard and by her pushing up the hem of her skirt. "What did you do after you held the crotch of my panties to your nose Mr. Mason?" "I... I... Used them to play with myself" I stuttered in reply. "Mr. Mason... You're so naughty, using my pretty white panties to play with yourself... And then what happened?" Again there was a pause so Renata continued, "What happened Mr. Mason, when you used a sweet young girls panties to play with yourself?" "I... I made myself cum", I forced myself to say. "Did you cum on my panties?" "Ya... Ya... Yes Renata" "What were you thinking about me when you made yourself cum Mr. Mason?" "Oh... You na na Know" "No Mr. Mason, I don't know... Tell me what could have made you cum all over my pretty white panties". "You... Ou... Ou... Renata, I was thinking about you when I made myself cum" I said, the embarrassment clearly present in my voice and I'm sure on my face. "Mmmmmm... Tell me Mr. Mason. Tell me everything you about it". As she spoke I noticed that her hand had disappeared up under her skirt and I figured that her moan had as much to do with her touching her self as it did with me admitting I thought about her while I masturbated. I could see Renata's hand moving under her skirt as she said, "tell me what you were thinking about, please Mr. Mason. Tell me what you thought about me in your fantasy, tell me about it, tell me all about it and help me cum right now Mr. Mason". Out of the corner of my eye I watched as Renata put her other foot up on the dashboard, way over by the far side. She slide down a little in the seat, he could see the fingers of one hand squeezing her leg as the other was doing something up under her skirt. I knew what she was doing under her skirt and when she let out a soft moan and sucked in on her lower lip I was sure that she had just pushed a finger into her tight wet pussy. I related my entire fantasy about her to her and she used the monologue to masturbate herself to the cutest little orgasm. The words of my story were interspersed with little grunts and gasps; the quickness of Renata's breathing told me it was time to end my story. Renata's body went through a series of spasmodic jumps and twitches just as I finished telling her how I had gotten off and shot a huge wad of cum into her panties. Renata's huffing, puffing and panting slowed and after she caught her breath she told me that I could have these panties in a little while because they were going to be dirty enough. And with that she turned in her seat to face me and put a foot on the arm of my seat, the other foot on the dashboard and lifted her skirt enough so I could see the crotch of her panties. Renata's panties were pastel green and cotton this time instead of the shiny white synthetic fabric she wore at our first meeting. "This is gonna be a short weekend if you keep this up" I said as I gazed into the crotch of the sweet young Renata, the pastel green cotton covering her crotch was darker where Renata's pussy had leaked it's sweet juices of arousal. "Well don't stare at it Mr. Mason, just peak" Renata said with a giggle. As we continued our drive down the highway Renata's fingers pressed on her panties and the dark spot grew larger. "I can't believe I did this Mr. Mason. I don't know what it is that makes me do these things, it has to be you Mr. Mason, and you really are naughty making me act like this". I didn't reply I just smiled, drove and glanced over occasionally to watch my passenger finger her panties. In between glances I listened to her chat and before I knew it we were exiting the highway. The woman in the toll booth saw the way Renata was sitting and gave me a hell of a dirty look in return for my ticket and toll money. I blushed strongly and Renata just laughed at the reaction of the woman in the tollbooth as we drove away. For the most part Renata's motivation for wanting to spend time with me were still a bit of a mystery to me, but one thing was certain, she enjoyed making me uncomfortable. Check In and Friday Night We arrived at the "Blizzard Valley Inn & Cottages" and I unloaded my wheelchair and rolled into the office followed by Renata. A woman who introduced herself as Mrs. Hanson and that she and her husband were the owners and proprietors of the Inn greeted me. I introduced Renata and myself and explained that I had a reservation for one of the cottages. Well that was when the trouble started. Well it was trouble for me; Renata enjoyed herself thoroughly because after all she was making me uncomfortable again. It all started when Mrs. Hanson said, "I'm sorry Mr. Mason but when you made your reservation for two we didn't know the second person was your daughter and we gave you a cottage with only one bed". Obviously the illusion of Renata's youth made an impression on Mrs. Hanson. Before I could protest that Renata wasn't my daughter Renata broke into the conversation by declaring that I wasn't her father I was her "fuck buddy". It was apparent that Mrs. Hanson was caught off guard by Renata's proclamation; I was dumbfounded and glowing beat red with embarrassment and more tongue tied than usual. Renata continued by saying that we weren't really "fuck buddies" because I couldn't do that any more, but that she was really looking forward to feeling my beard tickle the inside of her thighs. In spite of the situation I thought to myself that that answered the question as to if I got a hard-on that afternoon Renata and I spent together, apparently I didn't. Renata finished by giving me a big smile and a wink. Mrs. Hanson recovered her poise before I did and she said to me that she didn't run that kind of place and that she wouldn't let me spend the weekend with an underage girl. Yup I thought to myself, Renata's young girl act was working all too well on Mrs. Hanson. Renata answered the woman by saying that she was over 18 and that she was looking forward to Mr. Mason making her cum all weekend and that if she wouldn't let us stay there they would just go to some other hotel for the weekend. Mrs. Hanson asked to see Renata's ID and just to antagonize her further Renata produced her High School ID instead of her driver's license. It took Mrs. Hanson a few seconds to do the math, but the ID did verify that Renata was almost 18 and a half years old. The fact that Renata was old enough to spend the weekend with me did nothing to diminish the disgust she plainly held me in for spending the weekend with a teenage girl. Renata and I left the office with the key to our cottage though and after the short trip up the drive we were settling in to it. It was a nice romantic cottage even if it was wheel chair accessible. A huge granite fireplace dominated the main room; the furnishings were fewer than normal and widely spaced for easy access. One end of the great room was kitchen and dining and the other led to a deck via a sliding glass door. On the wall opposite the fireplace was a wide entranceway into the bath and bedroom and off the bedroom was an atrium style room with a hot tub. In one of her emails Renata had told me to bring my photography equipment so I could update my picture collection of her before she left so to start the weekend off we ended up taking some pictures of Renata in her school uniform on the sofa. I also brought my digital video camera, which I set up on a tri-pod and ran the entire time I was shooting the stills. After I said I was done shooting the stills Renata said she had a surprise for me, she reached down between the cushions and pulled out a small beige vibrator. I thought I had seen her reach down between the cushions before we started, but I couldn't be sure. It looks like I had been right; she must have planted the vibrator then. The digital video camera was still running and Renata positioned herself so when she lifted the front of her skirt she was exposing her crotch to the camera. Renata proceeded to play with herself for the camera and for me. She started by running her finger up and down the crotch of her panties causing a new wet spot to appear inside the area where the first wet spot was still visible but mostly dry. Renata's head lay back on the sofa and she moaned and cooed as she stroked her crotch with her fingers. In between Renata's vocal expressions of pleasure she was talking to me. "Mr. Mason you make me do such naughty things. I can't help myself when I'm around you Mr. Mason, I just want to touch myself." Renata stopped talking when she slipped her hand under the front of her panties, I watched as her panties stretched over her hand and her fingers pumped in and out of her pussy. Renata was moaning and panting, but she tried to talk and managed to say that she was thinking of me touching her while she was touching herself. While Renata pulled her one hand out of her panties she pressed the tip of the vibrator against her crotch with the other. I could see the tip of the vibrator pushing the lips of her pussy apart through the wet fabric of her panties. Renata moaned, her head rolled slowly from side to side as it rested on the back of the sofa. In a groaning voice she said "Oh Mr. Mason this feels so good, I want you to do this to me later, will you Mr. Mason, will you, ahhhhhhh". Renata twisted the end of the vibrator and I heard it start humming as it turn on. Renata loudly inhaled a gasping breath and she sucked in her lower lip over her teeth as she moaned through her closed mouth. "Mmmmmm... GOD!!! AH AH UH this feels good". I could see the tip of the vibrator pressing the fabric of her wet panties between the lips of her pussy. Renata stopped moving the vibrator and pressed the tip of it against her clit, less than a second after that she burst into a shaking, quivering, flailing orgasm. She panted and gasped as her body spasmed and jerked, powerfully at first, lessening in time until she was just laying on the sofa with her chest heaving as she caught her breath. Renata lifted her head and smiled into the camera, "enjoy watching this while I'm gone Mr. Mason". Minutes later after I had turned off the camera Renata was standing next to me with her hand on my shoulder she bent down and whispered in my ear, "put your hand on the back of my leg Mr. Mason", I could feel her warm breath lips brushing against my ear as she spoke. My hand moved to the back of her lower leg and I could feel the firm muscle of her calf through the fabric of her knee socks. Renata's lips were still touching my ear and I could feel her say "higher Mr. Mason". My fingers were still caressing her calf when she repeated her request, "higher Mr. Mason, please". My hand moved up past the top of her sock and the back of her knee and it must have tickled because Renata giggled and her leg buckled a little. My hand glided up the back of her leg, up under her skirt, but stopped before reaching supple cheek of her firm young ass. My fingers tensed and relaxed, kneading the soft skin of the back of Renata's leg. Renata rested her forehead just above my ear and whispered "mmmm... feels good Mr. Mason, I love it when you touch me". The other joined the hand that was already on my shoulder as they wrapped around my neck. Her arms squeezed tighter around my neck and she kissed my ear before whispering "I know you want to move your hand higher Mr. Mason. I know you do because touching my panties would be naughty and I know you want to be naughty with me." Renata's head rested against mine again as my hand moved up farther. Renata was again wearing a pair of conservative briefs and my hand passed over the soft cotton of her panties, which completely covered the cheek of her cute little fanny. "Hmmmm... That's nice Mr. Mason" Renata said in a low voice as her head was still leaning against mine and my hand was moving in a circle enjoying the feeling of her panties stretched over her fanny. "Put your hand under my panties Mr. Mason". Without hesitating my hand dropped back to Renata's leg and then back up under the elastic of the leg opening and moving over the baby soft skin of her fanny cheek. "Mr. Mason you naughty man you, I didn't have to ask twice did I", Renata's soft voice twinkled with a laugh as she spoke. As my hand caressed the most beautiful ass I had ever touched Renata kissed my ear and then rubbed her nose lightly over its curves and whispered "pull my panties down Mr. Mason", as she spoke she shifted her stance so the crotch of her panties wasn't squeezed between her legs. "Go ahead Mr. Mason pull them down. Pull them down Mr. Mason, we need to get them out of the way", Renata's voice took on a sly quality as she spoke. Renata's arms squeezed tighter around my neck, she kissed me on the forehead and then looked me square in the eye. "Pull my panties down Mr. Mason, then you can be really naughty and put your fingers you know where". Just like that afternoon in the motel, Renata's voice was seductive in that little girl way and her innocent soft mouse gray eyes never blinked as she spoke. Her lips flirted with a kiss on the tip of my nose and she said, "you know you want to Mr. Mason, go ahead you naughty man, pull down my panties". As I lost myself in her pretty young eyes I pulled my hand from under her panties and then tugged them down by the waistband. When I got them down to almost her knee's I let my hand drift back up the outside of her thigh, hip and then back over both firm cheeks of her youthful ass. Renata's pert little nose rubbed up and down the side of mine as her siren voice breathed the words "put your hand between my legs Mr. Mason". She rubbed her cheek against my beard the way a cat would rub its head against a person's hand and purred "touch me Mr. Mason, put your hand between my legs and your fingers you know where". She pulled her face back from mine and reached around and put her hand on mine and guided it around to the front of her body. She left my hand on her thigh assuming I could find my own way to the final destination we had been talking about without actually naming. Her arms went back around my neck and instead of whispering in my ear closest to her she reached across me and whispered seductively into my other ear "you know the way Mr. Mason, go ahead Mr. Mason touch me, I know you want to, you know I want you to, so go ahead and do it". My hand moved to the inside of her thigh, gripping it softly and moving up toward her wet, ready and waiting pussy. I got to the top of her leg and turned my hand palm up and pressed against Renata's crotch. I felt the puffy pillows of her pussy lips compress against the palm of my hand, from this angle my thumb tenderly stroked Renata's baby fat mound and it was then that I notices she was bald. I tried to imagine what the pretty young Renata would look like with a bald pussy. Her soft golden bush was the only thing that made her look at all mature, without it her naked body would look even more childlike than it already did. I was fantasizing about the appearance of Renata's alluring, nubile body when her enchanting voice brought me back to the reality of the presence. "Mr. Mason, Oh God Mr. Mason that feels so good", she tried to continue speaking but her words degenerated in a long, deep guttural moan of pure enjoyment. Renata put a hand on each shoulder, she stood up straighter, pressing down hard on my shoulders and squeezing her fingers into my flesh. I was sure my shirt is the only thing that kept my excited young companion from drawing blood with her fingernails. Renata started gyrating her hips and pressed down, grinding her sex into the palm of my hand. The pressure of my hand and the movement of her crotch caused the milk of Renata's arousal to ooze out from between her luscious lips. Renata's arms stiffened, so did her legs and the rest of her body as well, the smooth rotating of her hips became violent, random, involuntary thrusts of her crotch against my hand. Her breathing quickened and she panted and gasped in an effort to swallow enough air. "Yes! Yes!! Yes!!! OH GOD YES!!!" Renata yowled over and over. My hand was soaked as her sexual excitement bled through the compressed lips of her young pussy. "OH OH OOOH GOD... UH UNH NA AHHHHHH", swelled with lust Renata's control finally burst and I literally felt her reach the peak of her desire and explode in my hand. Renata's body jerked involuntarily a few time as her legs squeezed shut on my hand like a vice, then overcome by the euphoria of her sated desire she collapsed into my lap, Renata was shaking, heaving, huffing and puffing as she fell into my lap. I had to wrap my free arm around her to keep her from sliding down to the floor. A Weekend With Renata-Friday Eventually her arms reached around my neck and she pulled herself fully up onto my lap and draped her legs over the arm of my chair and laid her head against my chest. Renata's breathing was still labored when she finally spoke, "Oh my God Mr. Mason, you're not naughty, you're wicked." "Ya, you school girls get pretty darn excited just because a guy puts his hand on your pussy". "It's not me Mr. Mason", said Renata, trying to sound as innocent as she could, "It's you... The things you do to me are sinful, things a good girl would never let anybody do". "Well Renata maybe you're just not a good girl", I said in a playful tone. "Mr. Mason!!!" Renata exclaimed as she lifted her head to look at me, "that's an awful thing to say". "Well I don't know Renata, there's this old song I know that says something like 'I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints', but in your case its more like cum with the sinners than cry with the saints" I said with a chuckle. "I am a good girl Mr. Mason, it's just you that makes me do these bad things, you and your mischief makes me do these crazy things. I was a good girl until you corrupted me Mr. Mason". I put a hand on the back of Renata's head and gently guided her forehead to my lips; kissing her softly I said in a whisper, "whatever you think my sweet little imp" and with that she rested her head back on my chest. Eventually Renata stirred, reaching out to finish pulling off her pretty pastel green panties. She held them up to me and said "here you go Mr. Mason, you wicked old man, here's another little present for you". She left them draped over my shoulder as she stood up. "I'm going to start a fire Mr. Mason why don't we get changed for bed and cuddle up in that recliner in front of the fire". When I came out of the bathroom from changing and the bedroom door was closed and I assumed that Renata was in there changing so I rolled myself over to the recliner. Renata had pushed the recliner closer to the nice big fire she had going in the fireplace. The warmth coming from the fire was in stark contrast to the howling wind and swirling snow outside the cottage. I examined the recliner and wondered if I got in it would I ever be able to get out of it, but then I noticed it was a powered chair that lifted the person to a standing position to assist them in getting out of the chair. I transferred from my wheel chair to the recliner and waited for the lovely young Renata to join me. I heard the bedroom door open and I turned to watch my sweet young thing enter the room. My jaw dropped, Renata was wearing a pink Barbie Princess nightgown. My daughter had one of those, when she was 10! It must have come in larger sizes than the one my daughter had, combine that with the fact that Renata was a small girl, 5'1" tops and the result was that it fit her perfectly. She was still sporting her pigtails and when she skipped across the room to me and she looked every bit the cute little girl of my perverted fantasy. If anybody who didn't know Renata saw me with this "young lady" I would be arrested for molesting a child in a second. "Well Mr. Mason, how do I look?" Renata said as she stood next to the recliner. I probably had a big stupid smile on my face so Renata assumed that I thought she looked great. Renata turned off every light in the place and hopped into the recliner with me. There was plenty of light from the fire and I could see Renata clearly by the firelight. The pink Barbie Princess nightie fit her but it was stretched enticingly over her provocatively young body in all the right places. When she curled up in my lap the front of the nightie was stretched over her hard little erect nipples and there was noticeably no panty line showing through the fabric where if clung to her hip. I continued my inspection down her legs to the bright pink socks she was wearing that she had rolled down to the height of shoe tops. God, she was cute. Dangerously cute; seductively, innocently cute; provocatively cute in her sweet little girl way. "So Mr. Mason, do I look young enough for you?" I maintained my silent type personality and just nodded. "You like me to dress up like a little girl don't you Mr. Mason?" Again I just nodded and Renata continued, "see Mr. Mason, you are such a bad man", her hands snaked inside the front of my bathrobe and she massaged my hairy chest as she said, "I'm a good girl Mr. Mason and you are a very naughty man". She had opened the front of my robe with her hands and she rested her head on my bare chest. We talked, well mostly Renata talked for a long time in the fire light, but when she finally fell silent I wrapped my arms around her and she pulled herself into a ball and cuddled up snugly against me and within minute I was enjoying the sound of the howling of the frozen winds, the crackling of the warm fire and the rhythmic breathing of my sleeping Barbie Princess. To be continued in.... A Weekend With Renata - Saturday