4 comments/ 25598 views/ 2 favorites A Weekend With Renata: Sunday By: Lestat2k02 Authors Note: "A Weekend With Renata-Sunday" is the 3rd and final part of the trilogy sequel to my story " Renata Gets A Ride". 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 sequels because "hey I never know when to leave a good thing alone..." [chuckle] [chuckle] "A Weekend With Renata" is a trilogy of stories, "Friday", "Saturday" and "Sunday". Only because of its length the "Saturday" was presented in 2 parts. "Saturday Morning" and "Saturday Night" to keep the length of them short enough to read quickly. I won't be spending much if any time referring back to the first Renata story, so if you haven't read it you should do so now, just to help maintain continuity while reading the Weekend Trilogy. And if you're reading this "Sunday" story of the "Weekend trilogy" then I assume you've read the first few. ~~Thanks, Lestat2k02 Sunday, After Mid-Night The only sounds in the growing darkness was the popping and cracking from the glowing embers of the fireplace and the soft moaning of the winter wind as it moved through and around the nooks and crannies of the cottage's exterior. But from my position I was lucky because my head was pillowed on the tummy of the lovely young Renata, my cheek rested against skin as soft as a cloud and even though I tried to remain still I knew by the quivering of her body that my beard was tickling her skin. I could also hear the small sounds of her breathing. The room was peaceful now as the flames in the fireplace dwindled. The bright silver moonlight of the night before was gone, hidden behind the clouds that provided this winter nights blowing snow. In the quiet of the night I could hear the small sound of Renata's breathing, little whistles of air escaping from her pretty little nose. Just minutes before there had been no peace or quiet in the room, the hurricane that was the lovely young Renata's orgasm had been roaring through the room. The sounds of grunting, panting and gasping mixed with howls of "yes, oh my god yes" combined with the thrashing, quivering and jerking of her body all meant that once again I had pushed the body of my dazzling young belle past the point of containment and caused her pent up ecstasy to break it's reins and stampede through her body. The tumult caused by the explosion of ecstasy that had been rampaging through my petite beauty was gone now and if there was a third person in the room they would have seen Renata sprawled lewdly on the sofa, technically she was still wearing her thick white terry robe, but all it was still covering was her arms. One of Renata's silken smooth shapely legs dangled off the front of sofa, her other leg was draped comfortably over my shoulder. She had an arm behind her propping up her head while her other extended down to caress the top of my balding head. I had the pleasure of resting my head on flawless white skin of Renata's tummy, it just seemed like the best place to put it after I had finished using my tongue to toy with her cute little clit. The fire wasn't the only thing glowing in the room; Renata was idly lounging in the warm glow of sexual satisfaction. The cozy fragrance of burning wood filled the room, but from where I rested my head, just above the wide spread legs of the lovely Renata the sweet musky scent of a women's arousal hung heavily in the air. The object I used to satisfy my young beauties prurient appetite lay discarded on the sofa between her legs. Its surface glistened from being inside Renata, it was coated with a thick milky residue, the fluids that had flowed as a result of her fiery arousal. I had used the counterfeit male anatomy to quench Renata's burning thirst to be filled by a man when my own anatomy as usual failed to answer the call. Renata spoke with a far away sigh when she said, "that felt sooo good Mr. Mason, it was incred..., I mean really naughty". Renata slipped from her innocent little girl personae momentarily, but she recovered quickly continuing with "I've never done anything that naughty Mr. Mason, I cant believe you put that huge thing in me, you're wicked, just plain wicked Mr. Mason". From my current position of having my head pillowed on her tummy I was looking away from her and couldn't see her face so I wasn't sure if she was grinning or not. Renata couldn't see my face either so Renata was unaware that I was smiling hugely because of the "scolding" I was receiving from my pseudo reluctant sexpot. Except for the fact that I was resting on the nubile body of my pretty young companion I wasn't really in a very comfortable position so I struggled to gain a seated position at the opposite end of the sofa from Renata. When I got settled Renata crawled down to my end, she threw a leg over my lap and straddling me in a kneeling position. She wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned her forehead against mine. With my head tilting down like it was I was staring at the naked body of my sweet young Renata as her robe hung open in the front. I slipped my hands inside her robe settled them on her hips, my hands circled there momentarily and then glided up Renata's waist. While my hands moved over her body our lips were drawn together by some unseen power, our movement froze when our lips touched; we stopped and savored the thrill that sparked though our bodies. My view of Renata's body was now blocked, but I could see it in my mind as we kissed, I read each of Renata's subtle curve with my hands, they roamed around Renata's body, wandering up, down and all around the lovely soft skin of her back. Circling lower and lower my hands ended up cupping the taut young cheeks of Renata delicious ass. While my fingers tightened and released, kneading the tender flesh of her cheeks Renata's lip's parted from mine, she sighed saying, "naughty, naughty, naughty Mr. Mason, so, so naughty". Her voice had a wonderfully cute singsong quality that accentuated her carefully cultured illusion of youth. Renata kissed my cheek, then my ear, then said in a breath of a whisper, "don't take your hands off me Mr. Mason, you're right I love your naughty touch, I love what you do to me and what you can make my body do". "For a fleeting instant I thought she might possibly be going to say that she loved me, but she didn't and the flash of hope in an instant turned to disappointment. Renata's arms untangled from around my neck, her cheek grazed against mine as she moved to find my lips with hers. Holding my head in her hands she looked into my eyes and said in a faint voice, hoarse with desire, "touch me naughty Mr. Mason, make me naughty again Mr. Mason". Renata brushed her lips across mine; we rubbed noses and then again found each other's lips. The feeling of my beautiful Renata's soft, moist lips against mine was delightful; the taste of her lips was positively intoxicating. Our lips lingered against each others, moving slowly and tenderly, a brush, a caress and then a little more pressing and then the joined lips opened to let tongues pass through to tease the other. Long, languid and passionate; time lingered on and on as we kissed in the quiet darkness. The fire of our desire kept our passion simmering even as the fire in the hearth died away, leaving us wrapped in the total darkness of the moonless wither night. Renata's arms wrapped back around my neck pulling us closer and sealing our lips tighter. My hands left Renata's fanny and the exquisite feeling of her baby soft cheeks to meander over her back and eventually I enveloped my companion's delicately petite body in my arms, snuggling our bodies together as tightly as our lips. I was completely lost in the luxurious dream that our kiss had become. The extent of my world was the touch of my young beauties lips against mine and the feeling of her petite body in my arms; I had never been kissed like this in my life. If I used another thousand words here I couldn't begin to describe how amazing it felt. I thought to myself that a kiss like this had to have something behind it; nobody could kiss like this just for the physical gratification. That was my thinking anyway, and I wondered if it could possibly also be Renata's. My sense of time was lost, how long had we been embracing, caressing, stroking and nuzzling. I didn't know, it could have been a second or a lifetime, but the reality of the situation was that the room was quickly cooling without the benefit of a vigorous flame in our hearth and the shiver running through my pretty young Renata was as much, if not more from the chill as it was from our kiss. Wordlessly we rebuilt the warming fire and transferred to the oversized recliner that was positioned closer to the renewed crackling, flaming warmth. Renata lost her robe and pulled the comforters over us as she stretched her nubile lithe body out on top of me. Renata's hair, which earlier had been pinned up, had completely fallen by now and the uncombed flaxen hair fell in waves over her shoulders. We started kissing again but only briefly and I was surprised when Renata broke away and started crawling down the length of my body. The fall of her soft golden hair shielded my sight of what was happening, but when her lips brushed one of my nipples, that touch of her lips caused a tingling rush to course through me and I sighed at the sensation. I moaned loudly when her teeth squeezed down and her tongue lashed across my nipple that she had pinned between her teeth. Renata continued to slink down the length of my body, kissing and dragging her velvety wet tongue and silky hair down my hairy skin. In addition to its warmth the blaze was also giving off plenty of warm yellow light, but Renata was positioned directly in line with the fireplace limiting my sight of her to a silhouette framed in a warm glow. Renata's radiant blonde locks were made even more beautiful by the flames burning behind her creating a golden halo around her head. Even though I couldn't see much in the silhouette caused by Renata's body blocking the fire light I could tell by the outlined movements and the little feeling I had to know that Renata's fingers had deftly undid the buttons of my Joe Boxers and withdrew my flopping manhood. Briefly as Renata lifted her head I saw silhouetted against the fire light Renata's hand pulling my limp meat erect, then it immediately disappeared as Renata's head dropped to my lap. I knew I was in Renata's mouth, I could hear the tell tale sounds and could see the silhouetted movement of her head in the firelight. I laid my head back and closed my eyes; I listened intently to the provocative sounds of Renata's mouth working my meat while I tried to imagine how wonderful it must feel, because except for the weight of Renata's body pressing against mine I really couldn't feel anything. The ability to feel, my sensitivity to touch was mostly gone, lost when millions of my nerves had been slaughtered more than two years before. It was different than when I played with myself, when I did that my brain couldn't separate the touch of my fingers from being touched by my fingers, but without the sense of touch coming from my fingers there was no sense of being touched for my brain to be confused by and I was left with only feeling the weight of my petite beauty pressing against me. My eyes were closed and I was concentrating as hard as I could on imagining how fabulous Renata's soft warm mouth felt wrapped around my manhood, but I knew my imagination was failing, anything I could possibly conceive in my mind was most likely falling far short of what the reality would feel like. Time passed and I let myself become lost in the sounds of Renata's working on my flopping member. Suddenly it occurred to me that she wasn't just sucking on my soft meat, Renata was using a bobbing motion on me, could that mean that there was something there for Renata's head move up and down on? I propped my head to see what was going on and what I saw was the dark shape of my beautiful young Renata's head moving up and down. And when her head lifted from my lap what I saw was unmistakable. Standing there at least partially erect in the flickering light was my previously unmotivated member. With a definite tone of surprise in her voice I heard Renata say, "Mr. Mason... You naughty old man you, look at this... And just what do you think your going to do with this Mr. Mason." While Renata spoke she wrapped her around me, and I watched her hand move up and down my at least partially hard shaft. I felt a general pulling, but the titillating feeling of being touched by a beautiful woman was missing. As a matter of fact if I wasn't watching it happen I might not have even known it was happening. I wasn't sure, but it appeared that being pulled by Renata's hand had hardened me up a little more. I watched as Renata lowered her head to my lap and close her mouth over my standing meat. I couldn't take my eyes off the scene that I was watching. Renata's head moved slowly up and down and in the shadows I watched her cheeks expand and contract as she sucked on me and caught the occasional gleam in her eye as she looked at me. As incredible as the sight was I was sure the feeling would have been infinitely better, but that was bothering me less and les as I watched Renata give me a slow seductive blow job. When Renata let me fall from her mouth I saw that she had done an exceptional job of stiffening me up. Se left me standing pretty tall and pretty straight, almost at attention. She was looking at me and said "God that was so cool to feel you get hard in my mouth" and with that she started crawling back up the length of my body, once again like that first afternoon in the hotel room she moved with feline grace, like a huntress on the prowl. She stretched out on me, rubbing herself seductively against me as she moved up my body. When she stopped the only thing separating our lips was the breath we exhaled. I remembered that earlier in the even Renata had said that she wanted me. "I still do", Renata said as if she had read my mind. Her whispered voice was raspy and dripping with desire. Renata mashed her lips to mine and pulled on my shoulders to pin her lips even tighter to mine. She propelled her tongue into my mouth searching for and finding mine. Each of us were moaning from the aggressiveness displayed by the other, but the moans were futile and trapped in the others hungry mouth. One of Renata's arms snaked up around my neck so she could pull our mouths together with an even more crushing force. I felt her other hand slip down between us, I knew she was gripping my erection, and based on the way she was acting I'll bet she was squeezing it really hard, but I couldn't tell. I also assumed she was positioning me at the wet gates of her sweet young body. I guess I was right because our lips parted as Renata pushed against my shoulder and started leaning back, she backed slowly away from me and from the growling moan that was escaping from her I figured that my hard but numb member was being sheathed by her hot wet tightness. "awwww yaaaa Mr. Mason", Renata moaned as she sat back on me. I felt the pressure of Renata's body pressing against my body, but I was once again left to imagine what it must feel like to be wrapped in her tight young wet body. Moments ago I had been dreaming of what Renata's mouth must feel like on me, now that I was inside her I was sure there was no way I could ever presume to fathom the depths of the pleasure I was missing out on. "Ohhhh god you're so naughty" groaned Renata. I watched her hips move in short measured strokes up and down. Even on my best day I was only an average sized man, so there was no need the big up and down motion you could see in any porn video, that would accomplish nothing but my popping out of my petites beauties tight wet sleeve. With me laying flat on the bed like I was Renata was too short to ride me and reach my lips at the same time, but she was kissing my chest and moaning as she slid herself up and down my erection. "Uhhhhhh... Yasssssss...", Renata groaned lewdly, "your naughty thing is in me Mr. Maaaay sunnnnn". I laid my hands on the delicious curve of Renata's hips. I let them rest easily on her so they could follow the seductive movements of her lithe young body. I felt their rise and fall as my hands rode on Renata's flanks, I felt the touch of my hands against her smooth skin and that touch transmitted the subtle roll of her firm trim hips. It wasn't as good as knowing what it felt like to be inside Renata, but experiencing the flowing sexual movements of her body through the touch of my hands at least helped me imagine to a small amount the fantastic sensations that were happening even if I couldn't feel them. "Ohh gaaawd yesss Mr. Mason", Renata groaned breathlessly, "it's... Ohhhhh it fa... Ohhh yaaa, your naughty thing is finally in meeee" The thought passed briefly that I had assumed correctly, Renata's use of the word "finally" probably meant that I hadn't gotten a hard-on and I didn't put myself in Renata that day in the motel. The feeling was the same as that day though; it felt the same even though today I was inside Renata's tight young body. I was forced to count on my vision, hearing and the touch of my hands to experience my first love making as a handicapped person. Everything was moving in slow motion to me. Renata was riding me with slow measured thrusts anyway, but beyond that I was seeing my experience in what looked to be super slow motion. Even in the flickering light of the fire my vision was crystal clear, I was sure I was seeing every tiny movement Renata was making and I was feeling each of those tiny movements though the touch of my hands on her hips, also the pressure of Renata's small hands pressing on my chest was another conduit for me to feel the motion of my petit beauties body. "Ohhh yaaaaa essssss Mr. Mason... Make meeee beeee naughtieeeee", gasped my young beauty. Renata lowered herself on me, pressing the spread of her legs hard against my lap. She was leaning forward, hands on my chest and gyrated her hips against me pumping her hips forward and back instead of up and down. Renata's loose unkempt hair fell free between us covering my chest and tickling my skin, the light touch of her yellow gold locks contrasted with the sharp awareness of Renata's nailed fingers curling against my chest. "I'm soooo naughtieeeee... Letting youuuuu.... Uhhhhh.... Yaaaaaa... Ohhhh... Doooo thisssss", Renata gasped. My hands felt the motion of Renata's rolling hips, but I was watching as she riased herself a little taller over me and threw her head back. "You're soooo naughtieeeee... Doooing thissssss... Ughhhhh.... Ahhhhhaaa... To meeeee", Renata gasped. I smiled at the thought of how ungentlemanly it would be to point out that she was doing it to me. Renata ground her hips and thrust them back and forth. My hands riding on Renata's hips transmitted every carnal movement that her body made and helped my imagination fill in the blanks caused by my body's lack of feeling. Renata's slow sure movement was becoming more hurried as her level of arousal climbed. Even as Renata moved harder and faster I still saw each of her erotic gyrations under the illusion of slow motion. Renata voice rasped with desire as she called out, "Yessss Ohhhh Fuck Yesssss... Fuck me Mr. Mason... Ohhh Jesus God Fuck Meeeee" Renata ground her small body down on my erection with all her might, and her might became more considerable with each passing second, her adrenalin was flowing and in each of those passing seconds Renata's craving for satisfaction was growing. Renata's ever more wildly thrusting body was pressing on me so hard that my feeble attempts to pump my own hips up to push myself deeper inside her went almost completely unnoticed. A Weekend With Renata: Sunday There were no more words coming from Renata, just animal sounds, yearning, craving sounds communicating her hunger to be satisfied. Strangely enough there were no complimenting sounds coming from me, it must be that sound comes from feeling and I had none. Not that I wasn't enjoying myself, because I was, I was watching the most erotic thing I had ever seen in my life. It's just that my pleasure was coming mostly from sight and sound, my feelings were limited to the movement of my hands as they rode on the hips of the wild young thing that was now bucking violently against me. And of course there was the clawing of Renata's fingernails into my chest, a severe sensation to be sure, but just not enough to cause me to duplicate the animal grunts, groans and gasps of my partner. "Uuuuuhhhh, uuuuhhhh, uuuggghhh, ohhhhh, g-ahhhh-dddaaa, CUMMM MMING" she suddenly called out, the tempest of Renata's approaching release was brewing and would soon blow in like a hurricane. She was alternating between thrusting her pelvis forward and back, grinding hard down on me with all her strength, and then gyrating her hips in quick violent circles. In between her animalistic, grunting and gasping Renata called out, "CUMMIIIIIING... GOD IIIII'M CAH-MAAH-IIING". Renata rose to her full height over me as she continued to roll and pump her hips, I tried to pump myself into Renata's wildly thrashing body as much as I could, but I'm sure she didn't notice. As the fire of Renata's orgasm consumed her she cupped her breasts with her hands and squeezed them hard, my hands now had a tight grip on her bouncing ass and I was pounding it down into my lap to bury myself as deep into my wild young thing as I could. Even though I had seen many of them by now I was still astounded by the furious nature of Renata's orgasms. If possible this one seemed to be more ardent than any one I had yet seen. The intensive force of Renata's release was indescribable and it seemed that the duration of this orgasm surpassed her previous ones by orders of magnitude. Tempest gave way to hurricane, hurricane to tropical storm, to thunder storm and finally to a warm tropical breeze as Renata lowered herself to me and with a gasping whisper said, "Cum Mr. Maaason... I want it... Cum in meeee". She kept gasping and panting as her release subsided and she kept begging me to cum in her, over an over. Rising off my chest Renata once again began to grind the spread of her legs in a circular motion over my pelvis. Rolling, revolving and twirling Renata kept her captivating narrow hips grinding seductively against me. Through no ability that I could control my legs started jumping and spasming, a sign that usually meant I was cumming. My assumption was validated almost immediately because Renata howled, "YESSS... GOD YESSSS... IEEEE FEEEEL IT... CUM IN MEEE, I LOVVVVE IT". She pressed hard down on me as my legs jerked and jumped. Renata said she felt my cum in her and I just had to take her word for it as I pulled down on hard on her hips and drove my own hips up as much as I could trying to stay as far up inside Renata as I could. My orgasms don't last anywhere near as long as Renata's and very shortly my legs were calm and Renata was calm, she was looking down on me because she remained upright over me. I left my hands resting on her hips, luxuriating in the touch of her soft young skin. Looking at Renata I saw that she seemed distracted while was running her ringers through the hair on my stomach and chest. Not looking directly at me she said softly, "That was really good sex Mr. Mason, I'm really glad we did it, I love the feeling I get when a man cums in me." There wasn't any sign of the naughty game tone in Renata's voice at all. She was speaking to me as herself and not the innocent little girl she liked to play. "Really good sex" I thought, that was the phrase Renata had just used, I was a little disappointed that she hadn't used a phrase like making love. But then another phrase popped in to my mind, "You just can't please some people". Here I am, an out of shape, middle aged, balding guy in a wheel chair and I'm sure that any number of people would be stunned that I have the audacity to be disappointed that I'm spending the weekend having sex with a stunningly beautiful young lady. I guess it's the middle aged part of me that had the idea that if you spend a weekend having sex with a woman that there should be some feelings there. I guess that deep down I knew it was crazy to be thinking like this, in spite of the passion Renata showed maybe it really was just physical for her. Nothing she had done or said so far would lead me to believe that it was anything. I suppose I needed to stop thinking about things and just enjoy spending the rest of the weekend naked with Renata. Renata was still kneeling erect over me, her fingers were idly toying with my body hair and she was still avoiding eye contact as she said, "Mr. Mason where did... I mean how... Well you know..." I knew what Renata was asking about, it's just that after what happened in the hot tub she was a little uneasy about just blurting out her question. "How'd I get a hard-on? Is that what you want to know?", I laughed and continued, "it's all a matter of better living through chemicals Renata". Renata finally looked at me, she said nothing but I'm sure there was never a clearer example of a face being a question mark. "Little blue pills" I said. I watched as her head tilted ever so slightly, but the question mark expression remained unchanged. "Viagra", I said laughing even harder. "Oh, ya okay" Renata said as all my obtuse references suddenly became clear to her. She started leaning forward, sliding her hands up my stomach and chest until her hands stopped when her fingers closed around my nipples. Renata was toying with my nipples when she said, "Why didn't you take them Friday night". I hesitated before I answered, but finally I said, "Well I... ya know, I wasn't sure that's what you wanted. I thought maybe you just wanted me to play with you. Well until the hot tub that is". As I spoke I let my hands go roving up the sides of Renata's body, caressing her lovely skin, letting my hands slid under and through her beautiful soft hair and then eventually coming to rest on the soft skin of her back. While Renata's fingers continued to fondle my nipples she leaned closer, she brushed her soft lips against mine and whispered, "Are there any more?" Laughing out loud I said, "they're just chemicals, not magic Renata". While I was still laughing Renata gave me a playful slap across the chest saying, "What's that supposed to mean... What's so funny?" "There are more Renata", I said still chuckling, "but I wouldn't be surprised if my quota of erections was used up for a few hours. No matter how many pills are left." Renata's hands left my chest, she glided them over my skin until they were under my chin and her fingers were playing in my beard. After another light kiss she asked me, "are you sure we couldn't get them to work again tonight? Really it would be all right if we could do it again tonight. Like I said Mr. Mason that was really good sex." Was it deliberate I thought to myself, was Renata choosing her words purposely to avoid the love word? Whatever the case I decided to stop thinking and just concentrate on kissing my beautiful young companion. My hand moved through Renata's flowing hair until I cupped the back of her head and pulled her to me. Our passion reignited with the touch of our lips. Renata responded by slipping her arms back around my neck, pulling us tighter together like she had done before and by pressing her young body harder against mine. I responded by letting my hand touches evolve into a full, both arms hug of Renata's petite young body. I didn't need to hold Renata any tighter to me, she was taking care of that herself, I just wanted to envelop Renata with my arms, to hold her close as we shared another wondrous joining of our lips. Our bodies were touching and our lips were skimming over each other's. Our tongues searched and groped and after finally finding the other they swirled and darted as they danced together. In spite of the euphoria induced by the petting of our lips, tongues and bodies my mind was still focusing on that love word. I found it hard to believe that experiences that intense could be just physical. There had to be some emotion, that amount of passion could never be generated without emotion. Emotionless physical attraction could never create the ardor, the ecstasy and the rapture that we had experienced so far this weekend. But then I thought to myself that maybe those words, ardor, ecstasy and rapture were only being applied by myself. Maybe Renata thought words like lust, desire and craving were enough. I suppose that words like these could be used to produce the phrase "really good sex". I really can't be sure how long I dwelled on this, how long Renata's lips had danced with mine, but when our lips divided I said instantly "I love you Renata". Renata paused, silent; my old desperate eyes were locked with her youthful shining eyes. After what seemed like an eternity I broke the silence that had been frozen in time by saying it again, "I do Renata. I love you". Pulling back and raising over me again Renata looked down on me and said, "Oh Mr. Mason you're so sweet. So do you think I should love you?" "Think, well, no. Hope, yes", I replied. "Should we get married too Mr. Mason?" I had no immediate answer so Renata continued with, "I want to know what you'll say to my best friend Mr. Mason. What will you say to Ange?" After another period of silence she took up where she left off with, "What will you say to your daughter to explain to her that her new step mother is 6 months younger than she is." My mouth opened, but my voice wasn't working allowing Renata to carry on, "Well Mr. Mason. What would you say? Would you say - well Ange I've been fucking your best friend and now we're going to get married'." Giving me less time than usual to reply picked up with, "Think about that conversation Mr. Mason, think about telling your daughter that you're going to marry her best friend. Heck Mr. Mason, you can't even tell me, how are you going to tell her." I had to admit to myself that in the process of falling in love with Renata I hadn't given any thought to that particular consequence. To be honest the process of falling in love with Renata had blinded me to any and all of the consequences, Renata wasn't finished yet. "Do you really want to start all over again Mr. Mason? Do you really want to have more kids? I want to have children Mr. Mason and that's okay because I'm 25 years younger than you." Renata's barrage of questions had caught me off guard. Images were flashing through my head, images of me trying to explain to my daughter that I was having an affair with, that having sex with, that I was in love with her best friend, Renata. Images of my beautiful young Renata standing there, looking spectacular in her wedding dress, would my daughter be standing next to her as Maid of Honor or would she never speak to me again. Then there was the image of me attending a pregnancy class with Renata who was looking radiant carrying a child, everyone else in the class would be thinking how nice it was for the old guy to attend the class with his daughter. And finally there was the image of me holding Renata's hand as she was sweating and screaming with labor pain. This images parading through my head were interrupted by a sweet voice saying, "Tell me what you'll say to Ange Mr. Mason. Tell me what you'll say to your friends Mr. Mason. Tell me what you'll say to my parents Mr. Mason.". Renata paused for effect or to catch her breath, I'm not sure which, but she resumed by saying, "Tell me all these things Mr. Mason, tell me all that Mr. Mason". Dramatic pause. "You tell me all that Mr. Mason, and..." Another dramatic pause before saying with a long sigh, "I'll tell you that I love you Mr. Mason." Still silent I stared at the eye-popping beauty of the naked young lady that was straddling me. Was Renata waiting for me to say something, to say anything, did Renata want me to reply to them or had her litany of questions been meant to intimidate me. I felt she wanted me to answer, but I wasn't sure if the feeling I had real or was it just wishful thinking on my part. Renata's fingers parted and she pushed her hands up over my chest as she lowered herself to me. I felt Renata's aroused nipples press themselves into my chest and arms wrap around my neck. But the best of all her lips landed softly on mine, allowing me to once again lose myself in the kiss if this extraordinary lovely young lady. While we kissed my hands caressed silky soft skin of Renata of back, she held my head in her hands, mussing what little hair I had left. Mouths open, lips caressing and tongues waltzing we enjoyed the feeling of being in each other arms, reveled in the contact of each other touch and rekindled the fire of our desire for each other with the extravagant depth of passion in the kiss we shared. The kiss dissolved and our lips parted just enough for Renata to whisper, "tell me". The implication of those two delicately whispered words sent my head to spinning as Renata closed her lips over mine. It wasn't just wishful thinking on my part and the realization of that kept me completely distracted while we kissed. This time our lips didn't part enough and I felt Renata's lips brushing against mine as she whispered, "tell me Mr. Mason". Four words this time before our lips resumed their dance. We continued to kiss and my mind continued to race. The touch of Renata's lips to mine caused a blur of pleasure; the sound of Renata's words echoing in my head caused a blur of pandemonium. The longer our lips touched the longer I wanted it to last. First because of the feeling of infinite delight it provided, but also because the longer we kissed the longer I'd have to contemplate my answer, if I could give one, if I would give one. When our lips parted this time Renata laid her head down on my chest, I couldn't see her face, but I heard her whisper "please Mr. Mason... Please tell me." I never said a word and before long Renata fell asleep leaving me to lay awake knowing that I couldn't even find the courage to speak one word in response to my petite beauties whispered plea. It was light when my eyes opened, it wasn't very light though as the clouds and snow continued to swirl outside the cottage. I had to get up which meant I had to wake Renata, but she appeared to be sleeping again before I rolled through the doors to the bedroom/bathroom. As usual I spent quite some time in the bath and when I rolled back into the bedroom I found Renata curled up under the covers on the bed. In an incredibly sassy voice Renata said "Good morning Mr. Mason" as she provocatively lowered the covers to reveal the sexy bare skin of her desirable young body. "I was getting so lonely waiting for you Mr. Mason, I was just about to go get the toy you used on me last night. I'm glad I waited though cause I like the real thing better." As I transferred from the chair to the bed Renata continued in her new sassy voice, "did you take you little blue pills Mr. Mason?" From my previous experiments and the previous nights experience I knew it could take anywhere up to two hours or more for the blue pills to work and today was no different. Very few words were exchanged; neither of us mentioned the previous night. We spent the time kissing, caressing and snuggling and when the beautiful young Renata worked my chemically enhanced erection to a sufficient hardness she climbed on top of me and used a hand to guide the tip of my manhood between her moist lips and into her dripping carnal tunnel. What followed was angry sex, not slow and sensual like the night before. Renata rode me with a furious abandon, I assumed she was driven by the frustration of our previous nights conversation. Flailing wildly Renata humped my erect but numb meat until she drove herself over the precipice of control and into the mindless bliss of boiling orgasm, continuous detonations of rapture coursed through Renata's body. However the more her body convulsed with the power of her climax the angrier she seemed to get. By the time she finished Renata was heaving her small body up and slamming it down with hysterical force. She maintained her crazed assault until my legs began to quiver and jump wildly, an indication that I was pumping a warm stream into Renata's delicious young body. When I started cumming Renata ground herself into my lap in order to keep me deep inside her as the fluid results of my lust continued to drain into my petite beauties body. The remaining few hours of our stay in the cottage was spent right there in that bed, Renata's naked petite body sprawled over the top of mine. I cant be sure, but I don't believe a word was spoken, probably there wasn't, Renata had had her say the night before and I was still trying to summon up the capability to respond to my lovely young companion. There was also little or no kissing or other displays of affection, we just lay together in the bed, Renata awaiting my reply and me trying to form it, but it was a futile effort on my part. The ride home provided me with plenty of time to contemplate my lack of courage. It was so easy for me to bravely tell Renata that I loved her. By saying it though I had put Renata on the spot. I thought it would be so easy for her to say the same thing back to me, well actually I felt it was more likely that she didn't feel that same way about me. I may be 25 years older than Renata, but it seemed that my delightful young beauty was more mature than I. I had taken the easy road of proclaiming my love for her but then when she responded bravely, laying out the steps I needed to take to fulfill that love and have that love returned I lacked the courage to take that path. Renata had let me know in a fairly direct way that she loved me too, but she had the courage to tell me what her love would cost, she had the courage to challenge me to prove my love, but I didn't have the courage to meet the challenge. Renata was brave enough to tell me that she needed so that she could return my love, but I wasn't brave enough to prove my love for her. Saying our good-bye's I watched Renata pull her bag from my van and slide the door shut. She walked across to her white Volkswagen, stowed her bag, climbed into it and drove away. I watched the small white car until it disappeared completely from view. The echo of Renata's voice from the night before pleading with me to respond to her would stay with me for the rest of my life. …The End Thank You To everyone who has read all of the Renata stories. I appreciate the time you've put into it. Please feel free to email me with comments about them, I always answer the emails I get and i love to get email about my writing. SeeYa ~~SeeYa, Lestat2k02