0 comments/ 19599 views/ 0 favorites A Few Stolen Days Ch. 07 By: gr8_4play A Few Stolen Days Chapter 7: The Game Travis reached over and playfully swatted Brandi's naked butt. It popped louder than he had intended and drew an immediate look from Brandi. He had intended to prompt her to get up and shower while he fixed them a light breakfast, but now he wondered if he had been too bold. He caught a quick glance at the pale redness where he had caught the full flesh of her butt cheek. His hand had hit her with more of the flat of his hand than he had intended. Before he could begin to mouth the words of an apology, he noticed that she had a grin on her face. "Is that pay back for leading you around this morning?" she said. She stirred and made a rotating motion with her hips and she stuck her butt up even higher now. "You like that huh?" she continued. Travis knew that Brandi loved to play her games. He too had an idea of a game that had crossed his mind during the previous evening and this morning. He couldn't tell her about it because he didn't yet know exactly all that it was going to be nor what if any rules were going to be applied. He knew only that Brandi enjoyed the power of playing games, both in having the power and surrendering the power. He decided to test his theory, gently to be sure, and with none of the harshness that he had heard of in some S&M stories. He wondered how she would respond to a light playful dominance. Travis reached over and rubbed his hand on her cheek where he had swatted her before. It was a light grazing touch, an almost apologetic touch. He felt her move beneath his hand and he saw a strange twinkle in her eye. "That wasn't nice of me to grab you and lead you like I did this morning, was it?" Brandi said with a thickness in her voice. Playing her game, Travis replied, "No, it wasn't! You were a bad girl... And you KNOW what happens to bad girls." He felt a tension in her at those words. He realized that she had flexed the cheeks of her butt and drawn them taught and it hit him with an almost tangible force... She was preparing this time for him to spank her, or at least swat her butt again. He began a broad movement of his hand on her butt that encircled both her cheeks and he varied the pressure for very light to heavy knowing that she then could not decide just where he might swat her. He had been with her enough in the last couple of days to know the signs of her sexual tension. The shifting sounds of her breathing, the thickening of her voice, and the tense stiffness of her body. As he circled his hands he could almost have sworn that when his hand passed the oval passage between her legs at the top of her thighs he could feel the heat of her womanhood which was been flooded and engorged with her hot blood. Had he not so recently satisfied his own desires, he knew he would have lingered and played this game to its conclusion, but he had the seeds of an idea that he wanted to linger until he was ready to sprout it into full enjoyment. Travis leaned over and kissed Brandi's cheek and with his movement swatted her ripe butt again with a loud "pop". He found and covered her mouth with his own preventing her from responding to anything but his lips and his tongue as he asserted himself. "Now... Go take a shower. I have breakfast to fix for you and shopping to do, wench!" and before she could respond he moved and found her hands and rolled her over and pulled her to her feet. He turned her shoulders toward the bathroom, the only other confined room in the cabin. She turned her head and looked petulantly at him with a pronounced pouty lower lip. "Don't make me spank you again." Brandi took forever to finish in the bathroom. He knew she had finished her shower and knew also that her makeup bag was already in the bathroom. He finished the light breakfast and set a place for her, and ate his own listening to her puttering around in the bathroom. He heard the door open and he grabbed his own bag. They met in the doorway of the bathroom. She exited with her hair and face primped and a towel tucked around under her arms. She looked delicious. "Your breakfast awaits... The bread is still warm." Travis slipped past her with little more than a peck of their lips as he readied himself for the day. The shower was little more than just cold water and Travis knew she had enjoyed every last drop of the hot. It was good for him, he needed the cooling effects of the cold spray. When he came out dressed in his polo shirt and slacks, Brandi was waiting for him. She was dressed in a yellow sundress that accented her figure and flattered her. She was all similes and ready for the day. They had determined to take the middle part of the day and enjoy being out together. It was more of an opportunity to just enjoy being out and together in public than anything they had planned earlier. However, Travis now had an idea of a "shopping list" in his head. They drove into the tourist center of Pigeon Forge and began a leisurely walking tour of the little shops which marked every main and side street. They spent a couple of hours just enjoying the interesting items and smells of the shops. With a couple of shops that Travis decided to find an opportunity to revisit without Brandi. They walked past a shop which featured manicures and pedicures. Travis stopped and asked, "How long has it been since you feel really pampered?" Brandi not realizing what Travis had in mind responded, "Hmmm... Not since this morning!" Travis took her hand and led her in and found they could accommodate Brandi. She protested at the extravagance, but complied when he was insistent and told her he would be fine for the hour that it would take to take care of her. He left her under the watchful care of the pretty young girl who was already lost in her conversation with Brandi as her hands and feet were being prepared for attention. Travis made his was back along the shops and stopped in a brightly colored one that specialized in colorful windsocks and kites. He had noticed that some of the fabric had the almost delicate texture of silk and the colors were bright and splattered with color. He bought two of the type of windsocks which were comprised of a solid ring of fabric held in a round opening and extended with multiple fluttering "tails" which were at least a yard long. He had also spotted an interesting little shop which he thought a bit out of place in this "down home" atmosphere... Which tantalized the public with what could be described from a significant distance as red negligee. He was suspicious that he might find interesting things in such a place named "Christy's Toy Box." He entered the shop, knowing that he was blushing, but steeled by his determination to see his "game" through. He found the items he had in mind and knew he was blushing as the pretty young woman at the counter rang up his purchase. He stowed his prizes in the trunk of the car and made his way back to the shop where he had left Brandi in the care of the attendants. He passed by, not wanting to just go in and sit, but after a while, he braced himself to join the women waiting for their appointments were seated and smiled politely. It was obvious that the girls who worked in the shop had taken an interest in his elaborate concern for Brandi. As she was ushered to the waiting area, Brandi was surrounded by the girls and announced with a "ta-da" vocal fanfare. The had obviously given careful attention to Brandi because not only where her nails brightly painted, but her make-up was freshly applied and he smiled at the thought that she could have gone on the cover of a magazine. He offered his vocal approval and hugged Brandi, sweeping her off her feet and swirling her around to the applause of the shop. Brandi was all smiles and was delighted with the exuberant reception to the care that she had been given. He made sure that he was lavish not only in his compliments of her, but to those who had worked hard in seeing that she looked outstanding. He also made sure that his praise was matched with a generous tip and it pleased him that Brandi was pleased by that gesture too. They walked down the sidewalk and she was in a joyful mood. "Soooo, what can I do to return the kindness, dear sir?" she said. "Hmmm" he mused with obviously fake distraction. "I know!" he smiled at last. "I want to feed you so you are as happy inside as out. And then I want to take you back to the cabin and make you feel glorious!" "Oh my!" Brandi feigned surprise. "What ever do you mean by that, sir?" Travis had spotted a nice restaurant not far from where they had parked this morning and he guided her toward it. It was an "upscale" restaurant for such a family Mecca as Pigeon Ford. The atmosphere was subdued with lighting at the tables. Rich dark maroon carpeting and round tables with draping white table clothes. The hostess met them at the door and when she offered them a table, Travis asked about the small intimate half round booths. There might have been room for four but with just the two of them they were able to get lost at the back side of the booth. The table was slid out to make room for them and then pushed back to make the spot very sheltered. The draping white table cloth was the perfect setting since even though they sat facing the main restaurant floor, not even their shoes could be scene. The snuggled in and held hands with their arms touching from shoulder to fingertip. Their hands rested on their thighs, but with the back of his hand on her thigh and hers on his. It was quiet, and soft music played so that their quiet conversation whispered in the privateness of their table seemed to have no escape. The waitress brought the wine list and menu. Travis consulted Brandi and ordered an Apricot brandy. He knew his resolve would need to be steeled by the drink, and hoped that hers might soften. They finally ordered but from the appetizers. The sexual tension was beginning to build and neither wanted to be full. Travis summoned his courage and breached the subject at hand. "Brandi, I need to ask you a serious question?" he said slowly and deliberately. Brandi's face turned white with the tone. He knew she was unsure what this serious tone implicated, and he tried to forge on through his emotions to his question. "Do you trust me?" he asked. He realized that he hadn't helped lift the gravity of the situation. "Do you believe that I would never hurt you?" he continued. Travis could tell that Brandi was getting more panicked with each question, and she could only nod her head and he was afraid he was going to make her ill with the tension, he was creating. "I would like to play a game with you, Brandi. I hope it will be a fun game and that you will enjoy it and find it pleasurable, but I need to know the answers to my questions." "I need to know if you trust me enough to let me take control and just let me try to make you feel very, very good." Brandi's apprehension drained from her face. He didn't want to know right then the things that might of crossed her mind, but she relaxed and smiled and said, "Yes, I trust you." "You know I would never hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable, but I would like to experiment a little with your pleasure." Her eyebrows went up in an immediate look of surprise and he waited silently until they softened back down until her eyes narrowed in concentration. "Just what do you have in mind, kind sir?" "Do you believe I would never hurt you?" he asked again. "Yes. I know you wouldn't hurt me" she softened. "I want to play a game with you, but you must trust me and trust that I would' never hurt or embarrass you, or it won't work!" He whispered. His own pulse was pounding with even just verbalizing. She looked at him nervously. "You are going to ask me to do things, aren't you?" she asked with almost a little girl tone in her voice. "Yes" "And I'm not supposed to ask "Why", right?" "Yep" "I'll try" she finally said after a moment of obvious indecision. Travis smiled and in his best Star Wars Yoda accent, "There is no try or not try, only do or not do, master Luke!" She laughed and the tension was dissolved. Her playfulness was recaptured and she kissed him lightly on the cheek and said, "May the force be with us!" as she hugged his arm. He had ordered a large shrimp cocktail. He knew that she had entered into the spirit of the moment when Brandi dipped one of the very large shrimp into the cocktail sauce and then carefully inserted it into her mouth and sucked the sauce off, pulling the whole shrimp out slowly and then biting the shrimp off in small pieces so that she slowly pushed it into her mouth in one fluid action. He laughed because the twinkle in her eyes told him the shrimp was her excuse to send him a strong sexual message. He had gotten the message and felt his groin fill. He knew he was going to have to take control back from her quickly. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Take your panties off and put them in your purse!" He tried hard to sound authoritative. Her head snapped toward him and if it weren't for the red blush that flooded her face and flowed down across her exposed shoulders and chest, he might have though she didn't understand him. She looked at him with her mouth full of shrimp with a blank, disbelieving stare. "You heard me!" he chided her. "You're kidding!" she whispered into his ear so that it was not obvious that she was talking with food in her mouth. "No... I'm not kidding. Take your panties off and put them in your purse!" She looked at him with a wide eyed stare and he knew they had come to a moment of truth. If she crossed this bridge, the rest of the day would go smoothly. If she refused, he would have to work hard to regain her willingness. At last, weakly came her response, "Now?" "Now! Here!" he spoke firmly but knew that his voice could waver at any second. "No one can see because of the table cloth" he added for reassurance. She paused and with her eyes pleading for a reprieve, he could see that she was debating the strategy to do as he asked. She first lifted herself and pulled the skirt she was sitting on up and back until the back side was bunched behind her. She then slipped her hands down over each hip and with a slight bouncing motion, he knew she was pulling her panties down over her butt. She watched to see if anyone was looking their direction and when her panties were at thigh height she slid them down and reached to take them off her foot. But she didn't put them into her purse. She put them on his lap, making purposeful contact with his growing erection and whispered, "There's no room in my purse, You figure out what to do with them." He laughed, there was not going to be a master/slave role in this game. She would fight him at every point to gain control. He slipped her panties into the center of his cloth napkin on his lap and as he watched her watch him, he held the napkin with both hands to wipe him mouth. To the restaurant, he was holding a plain white napkin and innocently simply being polite. He had made sure that Brandi knew that at the center of the napkin he her panties and while others saw him pat his mouth, he made sure she heard him audibly inhale. She blushed again and he smiled. What he really wanted to do was to say, "Gott'ca!" but that would have been gloating. Besides, there would be time for that later. He picked up one of the shrimp... A large gulf shrimp and held it for a moment until she noticed his interest. He looked at her while he held the shrimp and looked at her. He made sure he had her eye contact and whispered, "Spread you legs!" She blushed again... He was enjoying this! At least until he felt her leg drape over his and he knew that she was now sitting totally spread open to him and it was his turn to blush. She saw that too and smiled wickedly. Without being too obvious he lowered the shrimp and let his hand drop below the table. He felt along her thigh until he found the warm juncture of her cleft and with the side of his hand he parted her and found her wet against him. He slipped a finger into her to open her and to feel her wetness pool at the mouth of her opening. The shrimp which he held with his thumb and forefinger now was dipped and swirled in her center and he could feel her stiffen and jerk as the cold smooth shrimp was dipped into her hot center. He liked the feeling he was getting from her as he moved it over her. Her eyes closed as he drew it up over her clit and down again. She moved against his arm and laid her head against him should so that she would not have to face forward. He could see the biting of her lips as he glanced down behind his shoulder at her face. He slowly drew the shrimp up from the well of her center and careful not to attract attention from others he lifted it to his mouth. She watched him intently as he first licked lightly at the shrimp and them bit off the full fatness of the body which had just penetrated her. He knew he had succeeded when he felt her shiver. Her eyes filled with moisture and lust. "Aren't you hungry anymore?" he asked with a smile. "Get a to go box." she replied and without waiting for a response, she slipped out of the booth. He sat shocked and watched her head to the Ladies Room. The waitress came and inquired if the lady was OK. He asked for the food to be place in to go boxes. He took care of the food and the ticket quickly and as he reached the door, he found her waiting for him. "Are you OK?" he asked, not sure exactly what was happening. "I will be when I get you back to the cabin." she replied. "I need you, now!" He was pleased that she was so insistent. They reached the car and she moved against him. He kissed her and found her mouth open and hungry for him. As they kissed, she took his hand and moved it between her open legs and he found her flowing with moisture. "Play with me while you drive!" she whispered and she moved her hand to the shift lever. This was not the "triple A" recommended driving method, but while he shifted her erotically, she moved the gear lever into reverse and then into drive. And by the time they had reached the outskirts of town he had shifted her into sexual overdrive under her full skirt. She tilted her hips and slouched down in the seat to offer herself to him hand without obstruction. He played and caressed at both her openings and felt her giving to him with abandon. Out of sheer curiosity he found that he could fill both her openings with his fingers and caress her clit with his thumb and at least twice he had danced her close enough to the edge of orgasm that she had stiffened against him. But he had backed away from giving her the full release that she hungered for... At least for now. At the cabin, he stopped and told her to go into the cabin, undress and stand with her eyes closed. She was beyond blushing now and the only hesitance was her struggle to yield the pressure between her legs. He kissed her and drew her out of the car. As she went in, he opened the trunk and gathered his purchases. As he came in he saw her standing, naked in the middle of the floor. Her eyes were not closed, but it didn't surprise him. He opened one of the bags and drew out the windsock with it's bright streamers. He also drew out a large pocket knife and opened it and laid it on the table. "You trust me?" he asked again. "Yes" "You know I won't hurt you?" "Yes" she now whispered just audible. He picked up the knife and watched her eyes follow it. He picked up the windsock and stood in front of her letting the smoothness of it's streamers flow down her front and watched her nipples harden under its movement. He never touched her with the knife, but he held it close as he cut one of the streamers off in a quick cutting motion. A Few Stolen Days Ch. 07 He draped the windsock over her shoulder and moved behind her to use the freed streamer as a blindfold and as he tied it behind her head he whispered again, "You trust me?" Her voice trembled as she choked out the "Yes" that was more of a moan than a word. He cut the next streamer off with the knife close to her ear and her breathing was lifting her breasts in heaves. He pulled the cut streamer between her legs and used it to split her cleft and draw a shivering response from her with it's friction. "You know I won't hurt you." She could not form a response. Her mouth moved, but her voice was lost to her. She weakly nodded her head. He tied the streamer to her wrist. A second was cut from the windsock and tied to her other wrist. With them, he led her to the bed and put her down on her back. He was gentle with her and she knew what he wanted from her. As he secured the streamers to he headboard with very loose single knots, she had already moved her legs spread eagle for him. The streamers were cut and her ankles tied off too. He had been careful to give her tactile feedback with his hands and his mouth during the process. He wanted her to know his gentleness with his touch and with his mouth. But now that she was tied to the bed he stepped back and began to undress himself. He did it slowly making whatever noise he could manufacture to let her know what he was doing. Once naked himself, he wondered just where to begin. His game hadn't been so clearly defined in his mind as he though. He knew the climax he wanted, but he reflected on the best way to achieve his goals. He finally choose to begin his assent on her senses. He kissed her lips... A surprising kiss since she didn't know it was coming. It was a soft gentle kiss with full lips but not an assault. He licked her lips, but would not invade her, yet! His just let his lips and tongue follow his nose. He kissed her cheek and her eyes and her temple. He kissed the throbbing at her neck and her underarms. He licked at the underside of her breasts and swirled in her belly button. He lick long broad strokes with his tongue down the front of her thighs and kissed her knee caps. He tongued her calf and ankle and sucked each of her toes and bathed each with his tongue. He was careful not to let her know exactly what or where his next assault would come from. He used his own erection to draw his own moisture across the bottom of her foot and dragged his hardness across her soft belly. He let his bobbing hardness bounce on her breasts and hover over her face and the fullness of his balls rest on her mouth. She opened and sucked him in swirling each globe, but he had to pull away least she bring him over the edge. He moved until he was just inches from her pouting lower lips. He could smell the fragrance of her sex and see that she was pooling the wetness of her flowing lubrication. He moved closer until he could see the goose pimples on the flesh of her inner thighs from his breath. Close enough that he could have licked her, but cautiously maintaining that slight distance. He moved over her, hovering above her as he could tell that she was straining to make contact with him. Her hips moved toward him and he withdrew. She thrust herself toward him and he avoided contact. Her movement had caused her center cleft to blossom open and the pink center to be exposed like the inner bud of a rose coming into full blossom. He gently blew into her and instead of cooling the heat of her inner core, he fanned the flames and heard her groan with an agonizing wrenching cry. Her legs found leverage on the bed and she lifted her hips and thrust her butt off of the bed and pushed herself toward him. He relented his agony and kissed her inner lips which hung heavily with her fullness. It rekindled her determination and she grunted as she ground herself onto his face. He opened his mouth and found that he was being consumed by her inner velvet even as his tongue was consuming her. It was a frenzied feeling as he felt her outer and inner lips surround his own lips and her wetness was incredible. She thrust against him with each push lifting her butt off the bed, only to bounce down again. She was by every measure mating with his tongue and the measure of her excitement was the power with which she opened herself to him. He knew that she would be sore from the tight strain of the ligaments that stretched as she opened herself flat against his face. He then took charge. Using both hands he grasped the groove of her legs where it joined the torso of her body and pushed her down on the bed, keeping her legs outstretched to the maximum and without letting her gain the leverage of the bed, he licked and teased her. He sucked her clit until it hung in exaggerated hugeness from between her swollen outer lips and her inner lips were fiery red with the fresh blood being pulled into them. Brandi had long since lost the ability to generate intelligible speech and now was reduced to an incessant mixture of clenched groans and grunts. Her breath was raspy and ragged. Her eyes clenched and her face sowed a mixture of agony and anger that was the prelude to the sweet climax she wanted so badly now. Travis knew what he wanted now. Quickly he flipped her over on her stomach, not bothering with the ties since they pulled free. In face, the ties for her legs had long since been pulled free. He reached over her, letting his weight and skin touch her back to retie the bonds of her hands and letting his hips and his swollen manhood brush her butt. With little effort she drew herself up to her knees and he knew she was presenting herself to him to be taken from behind. He allowed himself to touch her, to let her feel his hardness brushing against the inner fire between her thighs. He let her feel him, but never let her satisfy herself on him... He was careful not to move in spite of the moving of her hips to impale herself on him. He moved off of her for a moment and whispered in her ear... "Do you still trust me?" She was incoherent in her speech and beyond wanting to respond. He knew that her bonds were a pure pretense and that she could end the charade at any moment. He retrieved his last two purchases and placed them at the foot of the bed and he remounted her from behind and allowed his erection which stood proud and tall to split the cheeks of her butt as he rubbed himself against her. She tried to move herself upward to trap him in her center, but he would not allow that. His first item was a tube of very slick lubricant. The tube said "Astroglide" but he suspected that the purpose had something more to do with the first two letters. He squeezed some, letting it fall into her crack, flowing down over her tight back entrance and at last allowing his own huge mushroom head to catch it before he dropped between her legs to the bed. With his own head coated he used his hand to aim himself between her lips and discovered that her own lubrication and that of the tube were sufficient to offer him no resistance at all to her. However he stopped short of entering her... Only splitting her lips with his head. She had stopped all movement waiting for him to impale her. When he withdrew she moved backward to for herself on him. He reached for his second item. A 10" soft rubber dildo which had an eerie skin like texture. He had chosen the texture, and the color carefully. He pulled himself back from her and using the head of the massive erection he moved it up her crack to coat it with the slick lubrication and then downward splitting her lips again. This time he did not withdraw. He began the age old movement of entrance with the see-sawing of the rubber erection entering her slightly further with each thrust. As he passed the head of the massive hardness into her there was almost a gurgling sound from deep in her throat. As he passed mid point with the hardness entering her there was almost a wail as he knew she was being filled and split beyond anything she had ever felt. Her hips moved slowly now enveloping the monster that was invading her. She showed no signs of hesitation to be stretched and filled, but he knew she was experiencing new sensations. And now she was about to be taken beyond her capacity. He used his other hand to point himself against her tight opening and as he rubbed her the lubrication worked to his full effect as quickly he had split her again. She jerked her head as though she could see through the blindfold and for a moment he thought she would pull her arms loose from the bonds and tear off her blindfold, but with more authority than he really felt he said firmly, "Do you trust me?" She froze for a moment and then turned her head back forward and offered herself to his onslaught. He tried not to enter her bottom too quickly, letting the large dildo take the shock of her awareness but inch by inch he possessed her until both instruments of pleasure were inserted into her to the maximum. He knew that she was on the edge. Whether the edge of pleasure or pain he could not judge, but it was his intend to move her beyond the edge and over the precipice. With the huge rubber skinned shaft splitting her, he reached to the center of the base to the dial that activated the buzzing vibrator built into the center of the soft erection. He could feel the thickness of the shaft running parallel to his own shaft buried in her depths and when the vibration began he felt his own hardness throb with the contractions of her muscles stretched tight around him. She had been still as he entered her with both erections, but as he activated the vibration, her hips came alive. He didn't need to thrust into her bowels because she seemed to dance on his hardness moving up and down on him. He left the dildo fully and firmly inserted into her and without his hand to anchor it, she could not thrust herself onto it, nor withdraw it from her. Only his own flesh could be drawn from her and reinserted and she seemed to hunger that pumping motion. He felt himself swelling deep in his groin and knew that like a volcano he was coming toward his eruption. He willed himself to wait for her, but he didn't wait long for he felt her spasm first against the head of his erection buried deep within her and then clenching around him the full length. She shuttered and he reached to hold her up by her hips knowing that she was trembling and her legs were collapsing under her as he allowed himself to fire his massive jets deep into her. With each white hot robe of his climax he heard a wail break her throat and with himself and the rubber erection still splitting her she collapsed in a sweating heaving heap on the bed. Because of the construction around him, he didn't go soft immediately. He did reach down between them and switch the vibrator off, but he left the monster firmly inserted in her. The blood which had pooled in his hardness slowly ebbed away and at last she could expel him from herself. But he knew that the life like penis buried in her would not soften, nor would she be able to expel it from its depths in her womb. She was still slumped over in the bed, exhausted. Her breathing was deep and gasping and she showed all the evidences of what she had just gone through with the sweating and the quivering. Travis' heart went out to her. He had played the game and she had taken it well and resounded as he had hoped, but he didn't like seeing her like this. He brushed aside the streamers around her ankles and pulled at the loose streamers that just barely held her wrists. She gave no movement during this motion of a second... Her feet remained mostly tucked up under her and her wrists were buried under her upper body as she had collapsed upon them. Travis moved onto the bed with her and pulled her backwards until she was sitting with her back against his chest in the bow of his knees with his big arms sheltering her like the limbs of a massive oak. He had drawn her down, close to the center of his being and with his most tender expressions he untied the blindfold and threw it away. Brandi rubbed her eye and it was then he realized that it was the residue of tears that she was wiping away in those broad flat swipes of her hands. He drew her deeper into himself to shelter over her with his naked shoulders... Guarding her during these moments. He realized that she was not crying with great sobbing heaves that he had come to expect with women's tears. It was as though they were the residual tears of the experience she had just gone through. "Did I hurt you?" he finally found the nerve to ask. "No, silly." Brandi said, "I happens when a woman gets excited, or stressed, or just too much of a good thing!" "I hope I didn't betray your trust in me!" he replied with a very apologetic tone in his voice. "No"" came the response in a very quiet whisper. ""But where in the world did you get this?" she asked. Settling into his body and the protection of it, she had reached down between her legs and tenderly began to extract the dildo, which was still firmly buried in her depths. She started with just two fingers, or at least her thumb and forefinger. She gently plucked at it and seemed genuinely surprised that she was making no real progress. Travis reached down over her hand and helped guide it down over the extended base and using his own hands cupped hers over around it in a firm grasp. She pulled and in spite of the vacuum created by the suction of the toy deep in their belly, it began to budge. He noticed her eyes which were tightly clenched as though it was a matter of concentrated will that would extract the dildo. At last the concentration must have worked because it pulled free and there was a sucking sound as the skin-like plastic was pulled from her wet tunnel, the lips of her inner tube clung to it as it pulled out. As she pulled it free, she relaxed and opened her eyes. They went wide with surprise. The dildo was a very life-like representation made from a soft skin-like rubber with the bulges and veins faithfully reproduced. The head of the false manhood was frozen in an eternal form of an erection, but what caught Brandi's attention wasn't the size, nor the realism of the design, but the color! It was the color of milk chocolate. For a nice Southern girl, there was something mesmerizing about the idea of actually seeing it, touching it... Making love to it? "Do you think it's true?" he asked? "What!" she spat back and he knew he had his answer. "That black men are that well endowed!" he whispered. "I don't know" she whispered back to him as her eyes were fixed on the black monster. "Haven't you ever thought about it?" he prompted her. "Thought about what?" she replied breathlessly. Again, Travis knew he had his answer. She turned it over and over and around and around. She felt of the head and the shaft and the switches that turned it into the vibrating monster she had not long ago experienced first hand... so to speak. "Haven't you thought about what a black monster would feel like in you? he pressed her on the subject. She didn't speak to Travis during her explorations, but she did lean back a little more against him until he was like a comfortable chair. Her legs spread out over his and with the little backward lean and the tilt of her hips, she was fully exposed now to the exploration of the black dildo. She rubbed it up and down her cleft. She turned it on and began to swirl it around and dipping into her opening. She was having fun with a new toy. Her first climax took a while after having been so finely "fucked" just moments ago. But she found a tempo with the soft texture and the size... and the color. After the first, Travis whispered, "Shall I help?" Their hands traded. Travis' hands grasped the dildo and Brandi's rode on top of them giving guidance with the gentleness of her fingers pushing his hand in the directions she wanted and now needed. A second and then at last a third spasming orgasm swept over her as they sat in the middle of the bed playing with the black toy. As last in a barely audible whisper she finally said, "Yes." He smiled. He knew she had been lost in the fantasy he had created for her in this moment and he choose not to cloud the experience with his questions any longer. She sat back against him. More truthfully, he slumped back as though she were drained and beyond strength. The black dildo lay on the bed between her legs and he knew that she was still looking at it. He slipped his arms around her and held her so that the weight of her breasts settled onto his arms. He enjoyed texture and feel of her skin and the movement of her breath slowly raising and lowering her upper belly. He felt at one with her. Connected even though he was not in her, nor actually even erect enough to attempt it. She was very receptive and accepting of his touch and his fingertips luxuriated in the feelings of touching her. He was lost in the sensations and his hands moved on their own. One hand moved upward to be filled with the weight of her breast and to move over her nipple. He let his fingertips explore the texture and she moved her hands over and on top of his. He thought she might have wished to signal that she wanted him to be still, but her hand held his finger tips against her nipples and her fingers riding on top of his guided him to touch her circling her nipple until it stood hard and erect. She moved his fingers to fan across the erection of nipple and felt her shiver with the touch. Her other hand had join his at her waist and she pushed him downward toward the juncture of her thighs. He needed no encouragement discover the sweetness of her entrance. He was only concerned about her tenderness. She had been opened and split so recently and he wondered if she was just a bit raw with the usage. He felt her very swollen lips and her hand pushed his finger down over the crest of her mound into the now cavernous opening. His fingers were lost in her and had he not been concerned with her, he would have plunged all four fingers into her to test and see if there was any tightness left in her entrance. He had enjoyed her so often with just his middle finger. He knew what she felt like with the tip of his finger opening her and drawing out her moisture. He knew the feel of her fat slips laying open and split by the fullness of his finger laying in the groove of her cleft. He knew the feel of her clit as he would draw his finger up and excite her with his touch. But today, his whole hand explored her and under the guidance of her hand and fingers, he just wallowed in her open wetness. He seemed insatiable in his desire to touch her, to fill her, to excite her and she ground her sex against his hand as her hips demanded a final release from his own fingers. Brandi's hips moved now with frenzy and the release was a gushing, moaning, spasming climax. He held her close as he felt the after shocks pass through her and her muscles go flaccid. He rolled her over onto their side, trying to maintain the skin to skin contact and almost instantly both of them drifted off to sleep. He wasn't sure just how long they had slept, but it was getting dusky outside the cabin. He needed to pee and roused her with his movement. "Come with me" he whispered to her, still groggy with sleep. He led her like a little girl to the bathroom and sat her on the toilet. She was still asleep enough that she wasn't cooperative. He knew he had to do something to relieve himself quickly and he smiled at himself... There was a surprise she probably hadn't had in her life. He knelt between her legs opened as she sat on the toilet and inserted himself between her legs so that he was laying up against the groove her her sex and in spite of the excitement, he found the control to relieve himself knowing that the head of his manhood was pressed to her and that the stream of his relief was washing over her and probably dripping off of her bottom. A Few Stolen Days Ch. 07 He was prepared to scold her, really to tease her about not being about her business. But a sudden warm wetness caught him off guard and he released that whether he had triggered her response, or if she was spiting him, she had found her release too. He was so close to her that the full force of her stream showered his penis with a wet golden stream and he could feel the droplets running off the head of his flesh. He looked at her and discovered a smile and a twinkle in her eyes. Not knowing what else to do, he kissed her and with a sweetness that was not particularly erotic they finished the task at hand. "You do know we're both a mess now!" she whispered. "Oh? Well then it's either a shower or the hot tub, M'Lady" he responded. "The hot tub sounds delicious, but do we need to "clean up?"" she asked sounding genuinely inquisitive. He reached in the bottom of the basin cabinet below the sink and found a washcloth. He turned on the sink and let the temperature warm to a pleasant feeling and he coaxed her into a semi standing position as he bathed her between her legs. She stood with her hand on his shoulders for support and balance. He washed himself and led her arm in arm back toward the deck. He stopped at his sack and retrieved the last item of his purchase from the day. A duplicate of the wind sock that he has used for her bondage earlier. He led her to the deck and they found a limb that would do and let it flutter in the breeze as he uncovered the hot tub. He realized that they had both come out onto the deck totally naked and neither had thought a second thought about it. It was a glorious moment watching her stand without embarrassment or hesitance in the full glory of her self. They eased themselves into the hot swirling water and just allowed the magic of the tub to do it's work. They sat close together but not intimately. Travis knew that in the morning, early, they would get back in the car and start the journey back to reality. Before the day was over he would walk back into his house half way across the country and greet his wife. He wondered if the same thoughts were going through Brandi's mind. "You know I can't take it home with me?" Brandi said in a very detached tone. In fact, Travis was not positive that she had in fact been talking to him, or just talking out loud to herself. "I know!" he responded. She started to say something else, but he could feel her body stop and knew that she had said all that she could. The evening was quiet with very little said, and what was said came in hushed tones. It was a restless night with little sleep finding either of them. They lay quietly close, but not touching. He knew they were both gong through the separations from each other that had formed in these last few days. It was a form of withdrawal. The alarm came early and they showered and dress, both of them in the more conservative clothes that they would finish the day in. The last thing in cleaning the cabin of their debris was dealing with the dildo. "What do you think we should do with this?" she asked, holding it now with two fingers as though it were now somehow an unclean object. "I don't think we want to just throw it in the trash?" she continued. "Hmmm, let's wrap it up and throw it away somewhere along the trip in a garbage can." he finally said. Somehow, he felt it was more than the toy that they were talking about. The day went well, but superficial. They talked, but of nothing significant, lest they be drawn into the questions of what next. They were both adults and both had responsibilities that would keep them from ever being together. They both knew that, but neither wanted to be the one to say that right now. The closer to the airport they came, the higher the tension of wanting to talk. But they were both afraid. As he pulled up behind her car in the parking lot, he turned toward her and he could see tears in her eyes. Travis didn't know what to say, or if he should. Finally he cleared his throat enough to speak, "It was a beautiful weekend. Thank You! I..." Brandi put her hand to his lips to quiet him. "Yes it was, and if we talk anymore we'll both be crying and saying things we don't and can't mean. Kiss me and go catch your plane." The kiss was tender and familiar but not lingering. It was a good bye kiss. Travis wondered if he understood all that the kiss entailed for both of them. He put her suitcase in her car and hugged her... "We'll talk!" he said thickly. "See you in the chat room." she responded. They talked in the days to come, but never quite grasping the meaning of it all. They teased about the funny moments, but there was a transition. They were good friends, but never quite the lovers they had been during those special few days.