by Mia Moore
As the dining hall once more was flooded in bright lighting, The Major re-appeared. He thanked the volunteers and invited guests to once again visit the salon, where the cast and equipment would be available.
“If you’ll excuse us, I think we're going to head over and play. See you there?” Kevin stood up and reached for Annik’s hand leading her to the door.
“Whenever you’re ready. And if you’d like to go home, that’s fine too. I’ve had a great time.” Craig said.
“Just give me five minutes to catch my breath. I’d like to see the after dinner play. This is one theatre I WON’T be reviewing for work.” She took a gulp of wine.
Craig smiled “Why not? I’d like to read what you’d write about it. I’m sure it would increase the magazine sales. You may even get a raise.”
They looked around at the people leaving their dining tables and going to the salon. A few older couples left by another door. They must be calling it a night. She titled her head and peered at an elderly lady, holding a chain attached to the collar of a young buff stud. She was leading him to the door. She looks familiar. I know I’ve seen her before. The light bulb of recognition flared in Jessica’s brain.
Mrs. Vaughn? Can’t be. I swear I’m seeing her pop up everywhere. Must be my imagination. She continued peering at the woman. The sexy senior wore a black bustier with a striped ‘saloon girl’ type skirt, uplifted at her tush by a bustle.
Craig glanced where Jessica was looking. “Yeah, that’s Evelyn Vaughn. Small world isn’t it?” He laughed.
Jessica openly gawked at the white haired woman and her young paramour as they strode to the door and left. She turned, jaw agape, to see Craig laughing. She shook her head and was soon laughing as well.
Their laughter subsided and Craig asked “Ready?”
“After seeing Mrs. Vaughn here, I’m ready for anything.” She giggled, getting to her feet.
He held her hand and escorted her to the salon. The medical table, St. Andrew’s cross and spanking bench had been cleaned and moved into the salon and were already being used. Clusters of people quietly observing, stood near each of these play stations.
Craig directed Jessica to the spanking bench. The round red bottom of a slightly chubby brunette greeted Jessica’s eyes. The Dom was alternately using his hand and a leather riding crop to spank her. The submissive rolled and moaned, whether from pain, pleasure or both, it was hard to tell. He whipped her back and thighs, alternating between beating and running his hands softly over her red bottom. She moaned and arched toward him as he slid his fingers between her legs, teasing. Once more he brought the whip down onto her buttocks and removed his hand. The woman gave a sigh, relaxing as the Dom unstrapped her from the bench and supporting her with an arm around her waist helped her walk to the sofa across the room. He wrapped her in a blanket and sat next to her holding her and kissing the top of her head.
She whispered to Craig that she would like to join the crowd at the St. Andrew’s cross. Lidia, wearing only a blindfold, was strung up arms akimbo, facing outward on the cross. Alexis softly whipped Lidia’s breasts, arms and thighs using a riding crop and flogger causing Lidia to flinch each time the whip touched her. She placed the end of the riding crop against Lidia’s crotch continuing to hold it there until Lidia writhed with pleasure. Alexis untied Lidia’s feet and arms from the cross, untied the blindfold and led her away from the cross.
Craig tapped Jessica’s arm and pointed in the direction of the medical table. The blond sub, Hannah, from the theatre group was fastened to it. The black Dom was pinching the skin of her breasts starting at the outer left and applying a clothespin to each pinched spot. The pins were looped on a cord about an inch apart; the end result was an odd looking line of pins.
“It’s called the zipper.” Craig squeezed Jessica’s hand knowing what would follow.
The black Dom yanked the end of the rope of pins, ripping them off her body and causing her to scream in agony. Her body had accustomed itself to the sharp little pain of each pin but their sudden release, the blood flowing back to these areas was excruciating. Eyes wide, Hannah panted quickly. The black Dom took a cool wet cloth and bathed her breasts to ease the pain.
“That was intense.” Jessica whispered to Craig.
“Yes, and she loved it.” He smiled.
She scanned the room trying to find Kevin and Annik. Her eyes grew wide as she saw Annik suspended in a sort of harness by two wide leather straps under her butt and supporting her lower back. Her feet were resting in two stirrups placed at 45 degree angles to the seat.
Annik noticed her, smiled and gestured with her finger for Jessica to approach.
Jessica touched Craig's arm and pointed with her eyes to Annik and Kevin. They walked to a spot close to them.
Kevin flicked a tasseled riding crop across Annik's thighs and buttocks and then grasping the leather strap of the swing turned her and flicked her bare breasts. Annik arched her body stretching her legs out straight as she watched Jessica.
Jessica returned her gaze. Oh my God' I’m standing a few feet away from a couple I just had dinner with. She’s swinging in the breeze, nude, being beaten and aroused. And if I’m not mistaken, she wouldn’t mind if I joined them. I am NOT ready for that. Thanks anyway.
Kevin continued to use the whip on Annik, beating her softly. Jessica watched as Kevin stepped forward spreading Annik’s legs further. She bent her leg, and wrapped it around Kevin’s waist. The swing arched and she wrapped her other leg around him, clutching him between her thighs.
Are they going to DO it? Right here in front of everyone? She glanced at Annik’s face, mildly surprised to see that Annik was still watching her.
Craig put his arm around her, holding her close as they continued watching the scene on the swing.
When Jessica saw Kevin reach for his belt buckle to undo it and heard the low snick of his zipper being lowered, she felt as if her eyeballs were sitting on her cheeks. Oh my God they are! She saw a flash of flesh before Kevin thrust forward into Annik. Her eyes darted once more to Annik’s face.
Annik turned her head slightly to look at Jessica, a slight smile on her face and winked at her.
Craig leaned over to whisper in Jessica’s ear. “You okay?”
Jessica turned her head and whispered. “This is incredible. But I think I’d like to leave.”
“Sure. Let’s go.” Craig took her hand and they weaved through the crowd of people watching Annik and Kevin at the swing. They made their way to the front entrance and got their coats.
The Major was passing by, on his way to another wing of the building and stopped to see them out. “I hope you enjoyed yourselves tonight. Drive safely.”
Craig held her hand as they walked to where he had parked the car. Once they were inside, he turned to her. “Was that too much? Talk to me Jessica.”
She sat quietly for a few moments, smiling while she tried to order her thoughts and impressions. “No. Not too much, but it was a lot to take in for a first time. I’m almost speechless and that’s a first. The scene on the swing with Kevin and Annik. I just couldn’t watch anymore. It was too arousing!”
Oh God! Did I just admit that?
He started the car and pulled away, driving a little fast.
He looked as anxious to get to her place as she felt.. The erotic night had an effect on him as well.
“Whew. I thought for a minute, when you said you wanted to leave, that you were angry. I really thought I had pushed things too far.” Craig glanced at her quickly and turned back to look at the road.
“Not angry. Horny. Can you drive any faster?” She squirmed in her seat.
“I don’t want to get pulled over. I only had a couple of drinks, but I don’t need the hassle. Again, patience my dear.” He reached over to run his hand along her thigh.
“Is it always like that? I can’t believe there are places like that around. It wasn’t like anything I expected.”
“You thought it would be a
grope-fest.”
“Yeah. Maybe. People were friendly and open about their sexuality. Men and WOMEN were checking me out.” .
“Believe it or not there are strict rules of etiquette there. No one touches another without their permission. They show respect. I’ve never seen any guy break those rules but if they did, the Major would bounce them.” He said as he pulled up to a stop sign.
“That’s good to know. And in that milieu, I can see why rules are important. In some ways the pick-up bars seem sleazier.”
“Oh, do you hang out with Brenda at meet markets?” He teased.
“No I prefer art galleries with sexy paintings.”
Craig found a parking spot close to her building and they got out. She strained her eyes upward at her building.
“What are you looking at?” He threw his arm over her shoulder pulling her close.
“I’m trying to see if Mrs. Vaughn’s light is still on. Do you suppose she’s in there ravishing that poor guy?” She tried unsuccessfully to stifle a giggle.
“More likely, he’s ravishing her. She’s a pretty hot GILF.”
“GILF? What the heck is that? Reminds me of the Hobbit. Gangilf the wizard.”
“Grandmothers I Lust For, is the cleaned up term.” He grinned as he opened the front door she had unlocked.
“I’ll be keeping an eye on you and Mrs. Vaughn.” She said walking up the stairs.
“It’s not your eye I’m after!” Craig reached under her coat, his hand like a lobster claw, pinching at her ass. She squealed and rushed forward to avoid his tickling grasps.
At her door she felt his arms encircle her waist and his lips on her neck as she stood putting the key into the lock.
Chapter 13
They walked into her apartment blissfully unaware of the pain that would befall them. Neither had any idea how dismally this evening would end. Neither had a clue how much heartache would follow.
Once inside her apartment, she turned to him. She put her arms around his neck and drew his mouth to her own. He returned her kiss, his mouth pressing hard against hers, his tongue deep inside. Paradox’s had whetted both of their sexual appetites and their hands desperately wandered over each other. He undid the buttons of her coat and pushed it off her shoulders. She let go of him only long enough to shrug her arms free of it.
Grasping her shoulders, he gazed into her eyes. “It's time for me to stop waiting,” he said evenly. He had no hope of suppressing his desires any longer. He wanted her beyond reason. He craved her beyond hope.
“I'm glad we waited, too, Craig.” She stood still as a stone. “And I'm gladder the waiting is over… Master…” In her entire life, not a single lover had ever brought her to this state of desire.
He reached behind her knees and scooped her up. She clutched his neck, still kissing him as he carried her down the hall to her bedroom. Crossing the floor, he gently laid her on the soft coverlet of her bed. With lips still locked to his, she eased herself to the centre, making room for him next to her.
Craig lay on the bed and pulled her body close. He kissed her chin and moved lower to her neck and shoulders. He pushed the cup of her bra lower, exposing her breast, rubbing her nipple with his thumb before taking it into his mouth. She moaned with pleasure and ran her hand down his side and over to his belt buckle. He continued kissing her breast and then moved to the other, pushing her slightly away to give him access. She rolled over onto her back, enjoying his hands and mouth on her breasts.
She could feel his arousal pressing against her thigh, and then his hand as he continued undoing his belt buckle and zipper. He eased backwards to free his straining shaft. His knee grazed the inside of her thigh as he rolled over between her legs and onto her chest. She raised her legs, resting the heels of her shoes against the back of his thighs. His fingers pushed the fabric of her panties aside. Then the tip of his erection was against her, dampened with her own flowing passion.
“Craig.. please…”
“Jessicalll….” he growled as he slowly, relentlessly joined to her. The sensation took his breath away and he gasped as he bathed himself in her slick sweetness. He rocked his hips gently, pushing deeper and deeper within.
Completion. The fullness. The just right fit. No pain or discomfort as she felt herself take him within. Deeper and deeper he entered, until their hip bones met. As he rocked backwards, drawing away to return, she felt him establish a rhythm in harmony to her own. The luscious, slow pace of his thrusts welled within her.
Gasping and grasping, they each sighed the other's name.
The arousal and physical desire were but a small part of their union. It was a melding of two halves of the same whole.
Every moment in their lives played out in this joining. Every lover, every sorrow, every pain, every joy from all their yesterdays brought them to this.
To this.
They were two stars, bathing the other with joy, inexorably drawing into each other. Slowly at first. Then as they drew ever closer and closer, exploding.
His face was buried in her neck, his mouth saying her name over and over.
She, staring into her bedroom ceiling, seeing nothing, felt the wave approaching as Craig's thrusts altered, creating his own crescendo.
She grasped at his head, and lifted it, his eyes closed in this exquisite pleasure.
“Craig! Oh Craig! Look at meeee…!” She cradled his face in her hands, needing him to be with her when it happened.
His eyes opened and locked with hers. Together, as one, they thundered into light. Dazzling, sublime light, losing themselves in each other.
“Jessica!” he cried, “Oh Jessica! I love you! I love you, I love you!” Over and over again, he repeated a mantra of joy.
Craig fell.
Jessica fell.
And they caught each other. Twisting and writhing, they saved each other in this joyous dance. The pleasure lasted but moments, the ecstasy eternal.
She watched Craig's face as he came back. They both silently communed in wonder, their bodies trembling in the afterglow.
“Oh wow…” they breathed to each other, nodding in reply, “oh wow…”
Feeling his passion subside, her heart swelled. She stroked his face gently.
***
It was the first time in more than thirty-two years that anyone had stroked his face. With her tender touch, his sorrowful yesterdays, all of the pain and loss, rocketed him back from transcendence to the present. A bolt of fear and impending loss impaled him.
His face grew dark. In an instant, joy was replaced by stone. He looked at her. This was not good. He had to get the hell out of here. Right. The. Hell. Now! He took a breath and eased himself off, rolling to the side of the bed.
“That was so good. I couldn’t wait for this to happen. I knew it would be good, but I didn't have a clue it would be like that! Wow!” She breathed. Her hands toyed with the buttons on his shirt. “Let’s get this off you shall we?” It had happened so fast that he hadn’t even undressed.
His hand grasped hers, holding it still.
“No.”
Her eyes opened wide. She looked up from his shirt to Craig's face and tugged on his hand. “What?”
He let go and took a deep breath. He had to get his head together so he could get the hell out of there causing as little damage as possible.
It wasn't her fault. Yes it was. No it wasn't. YES IT DAMN WELL WAS. He took another deep breath, feeling it catch in his chest. He sucked air a third time.
“Are you okay, Craig? What's the matter?”
He tried to catch his breath- his chest was so tight. He looked away for a moment and steadied himself. Looking back to her, he saw her concern. Oh damn- did I just scare her?
“I can't take off my clothes, Jessica; I can't stay, that's all.” He flipped onto his back, yanked up his pants and fastened them.
“What? You're not staying?”
“No.” Damn right no. He had to get out of there while he could.
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sp; “I thought you'd spend the night.” She now sat up next to him, watching him zip his fly and fasten his belt. “Don't you want to spend the night, Craig? After this wonderful… after this?”
She watched him stand up and tuck in his shirt. He hadn't even taken off his shoes…
Looking everywhere but in her eyes, he replied, “No… I mean, I can't. I have to polish up two chapters of my book tomorrow. Bob and I are flying to New York on Monday to meet with Doubleday, and I'm not close to ready. On top of that, I'm meeting with the Times while I'm in New York, and I have a lot to do for that meeting too.”
He finished adjusting and tucking- where the hell was his sports coat? Oh yeah, I shrugged mine off when Jessica dropped hers to the floor.
“So, no, I gotta get outta here. Sorry.” At least that last part was true- he had to get out of here. Right. Now. He headed for the bedroom door.
Hopping out of bed after him, she said “How about you stay and I’ll get you up early in the morning? Then you can go home and write.”
She followed him from the bedroom to the apartment door.
He bent over picking up both coats. He handed Jessica hers, and slipped his jacket on.
“No can do. When I'm on a deadline, I need the routine more than ever.” That was pretty good. That sounded reasonable.
Looking at Jessica, he saw bewilderment in her face, and then a shadow of annoyance. “Look- you know how tough deadlines can be, don't you? And I got two staring at me.” The annoyance left her face, leaving just confusion.
“Did I do something wrong? Was it something I said? This feels wrong, Craig.”
With his hand on the doorknob, he turned. Nothing you said, Jessica- what you did, maybe, but not what you said. What I said. And I won't have that. I will not have that. No way, no how.
He stepped over to her- he'd be out of here in a minute.
“No, no, not at all, Jessica- you were perfect! It was fabulous! I just have to get back to my garret and burn some midnight oil, and get this work finished by tomorrow night is all!”
He took her in his arms and kissed her forehead.
“Will we see each other before you go?” She looked up at him.
