She laughed and said, “Oh that! I forgot about that. Yeah, you did that. I guess since it was done, I forgot you had to do that for me. I was talking about your promise to take me out into the desert and pull down my shorts and fuck me in the sand, up against the rocks.”
I said, “Did I promise to do that?”
She grinned and said, “I think so. I think there’s an implicit promise for you to fulfill all of the erotic dreams that I have for us, isn’t there?”
I said, “I suppose that there is.”
She hugged herself against me and said, “I’ll make a list for you.”
I said, “OK. Sounds good. I want to do that one in the shower with all of your girlfriends, I mean, if that’s what you want. Um, it isn’t what I necessarily want, but I’ll do it for you, you know, if you want me to.”
Courtney said, “I’m not even going to count that as a lie. If I know you are just telling a story, then it isn’t a lie. But you think you’d like that, huh? Taking a shower with me and a bunch of girls at my gym?”
I said, “Well, maybe not at the gym, but it’s kind of a nice fantasy.”
She said, “It’s more than a fantasy. Remember? If I have to take a shower with a bunch of other women, you have to come with me. It starts to sound like a certainty.”
I said, “Yeah, as if.”
Courtney gave me a funny look and raised an eyebrow and said, “No, I think that just might happen. Yep, I think it just might. So when it does, you better remember you promised to do it. But yeah, out in the desert with my pants down around my ankles and you fucking me in hundred-degree heat.”
She relaxed back onto my chest and slid her hand down to my crotch and started to stroke me softly.
She said, “Babe, it was perfect. A few minutes ago. You fucked the hell out of me. It’s gone and I feel good.”
I said, “I’m glad. Courtney, I love you.”
She said, “I’m finding out what that means.”
I said, “Hey, do you want to get that application done and go get a marriage license? And we could do some shopping. I need to get you a ring.”
She said, “Two rings. We’ll have to find a tattoo place that does piercings.”
I said, “What about three rings? I had this idea for another thing I think would be cute.”
I added quickly, “Not a piercing! Just a piece of jewelry!”
Courtney smiled and said, “I’m intrigued. Let’s get going.”
The online application was easy. Courtney had to give some information about the place and date of her divorce, but no documentation was required. We had to click boxes that said that we weren’t married to anyone else and that we weren’t close relatives. At the end, we copied down a reference number and I put it in my pocket. I took a photo of the final screen with my phone as well.
When we started to get dressed, we remembered that Courtney had been wearing the same dress for two days. She had a second bra that she could wear and a pair of clean undies, but the only clean outfit was a small T-shirt and a miniskirt. Here in Vegas, her miniskirt might make people assume that she was a hooker or a stripper. Neither of us wanted that. I was glad that Courtney was now thinking of herself as separated from the lifestyle.
We could shop at a store in the casino, but she’d still have to wear the dress until we could buy her a new one. So, that’s what we did. Courtney put on her dress and clean panties and her “sleep bra”, and we headed down to the shops via the elevator.
Chapter 12 - Provisioning
There were several nice clothing stores in the casino. The place was basically an indoor mall. We found one that had fashions for younger women, many of them catering to seniors, and Courtney looked through the racks. I suggested that she get at least two or three outfits if she saw things that she liked. She didn’t want to spend the money, preferring to shop somewhere less expensive than the hotel. She did buy one dress and a pair of panties that we both liked.
When I brought up the matter of what she would wear tomorrow, for our wedding, she laughed and said that she hadn’t even thought about it.
I said, “Court, if you want, the chapel rents wedding gowns. We could do that and get nice pictures taken and everything. I could rent a tuxedo.”
Courtney beamed at the idea and told me that she was all for it and really excited. She thought it would make her mom very happy to see pictures of her in a wedding dress.
I pulled out a credit card and paid for the clothes and Courtney went to change into her new duds. And she froze in her tracks as soon as her back was to me. Instead of changing at the little store, we rushed back up to our room and she quickly put on her new dress and we ran back down to the lobby and out into the street. The wedding registrar we needed to go to was three blocks away.
It was about eight PM now and the place wasn’t busy at all. We were in an out in 15 minutes. We were both getting hungry, and maybe a little horny from the excitement of the new clothes, the new places to see, and the idea that we were getting married. Courtney suggested that we go back and get room service, but I reminded her about the jewelry that we wanted. She grinned and told me to use my phone and find a classy looking tattoo and piercing parlor, but that we needed to grab a bite somewhere before we went. I searched my phone for a place for the piercing. It was impossible to know if they were any good from the descriptions, but one had better reviews than the others in the area and we headed there on foot, eating a hot dog from a food cart on the way.
The place was nice. From the outside, it looked more like a jewelry store than a tattoo place. It was well lit and had big glass windows in front. The website showed pictures of an extensive jewelry section.
The girl who greeted us was nice.
I said, “Hi, we’re looking for a few things. Mostly jewelry.”
Courtney said, “And a navel piercing.”
The girl smiled and said, “We can do that.”
I had her show us what she had with sapphire stones. I asked to see one of the rings and she brought it out of the case for us.
She said, “Are you getting married? You look like you are. Or should.”
Courtney assured her that we were and tried on the ring that I had suggested. She loved it.
She said, “Now, I want something just like it for my belly button.”
The girl asked if Courtney had other piercings and when Courtney told her no, she said, “Then I suggest a ball and stud with a stone at the front. Look. Here’s one in blue.”
I interrupted, “Is the stone real?”
The girl smiled and went to a different tray and picked something that cost a bit more.
Showing it to Courtney, she said, “See, this bar is small and goes through a little hole we make right at the top of your navel. The little ball sits in your belly button and keeps it from coming out. The stone sits just above your navel. It will be really pretty on you. I bet it will look really sexy.”
Courtney said excitedly, “I love it! It’s perfect! Just what I was hoping for. Dave, isn’t it beautiful. Hey, um, how is it for um, activities though? Does it get in the way or pinch you or anything?”
The girl smiled and said, “That’s why I suggested this style in particular. I suppose that by activities, you mean romantic encounters?”
Courtney grinned and leaned over the counter and said, “To be frank, what I mean is, is it going to hurt or get in the way when my husband is fucking my lights out from now on?”
The girl grinned and said, “Nope. Not in the least. Whatever stud is poking you during your various activities, it won’t be this one, I promise.”
Courtney squealed, “Great! I want it.”
I said, “Um, Court, just a sec. Remember I said that maybe I wanted to ask you about one more thing?”
She cocked her head and said, “Yeah. I remember.”
I said, “What about that? Would you like one of those?” and I pointed at something else in the case.
Courtney said, “The bracelet? It�
�s pretty, but.”
The girl smiled and said, “Ma’am, this is actually an anklet,” and she reached into the case and pulled it out and held it in her palm so that Courtney could take a look.
Courtney said, “For my foot? Let me try it on. This might be really nice!”
I took the anklet and knelt down and fastened the clasp around Courtney’s left ankle.
Courtney said, “Where’s a mirror?”
The girl pointed to a full-length mirror and Courtney stood and looked at the chain with blue stones adorning the lowest part of her leg. She didn’t seem satisfied with the view until she pulled her skirt up to the tops of her thighs and looked again.
She was smiling as she said, “So, a wedding ring, a sapphire in my navel, and this on my leg? I like it. Sweetie, you do have an eye for what makes me look good. OK, but on one, no two, conditions.”
I said, “If you want it.”
From her first reaction, I wasn’t sure that she did.
She said, “Oh, I want it. But I want it modified. I assume that the store can make some adjustments for me?”
The girl said, “To a point. We’ll certainly try. The jeweler is still here this evening. He can probably accommodate you. Or we can look at a different one. Or special order one.”
Courtney said, “Oh, I don’t think this will be hard. First, I want a bell. A little bell. I want it to tinkle as I walk. Not much, but a little.
The girl smiled and said, “I assume you want a nice silver one? I have a small bell. Here, listen.”
She shook a tiny bell from a case and shook it and it made a small, but very nice sound.
Courtney held out her ankle and gave me a nod and I took the anklet off her foot.
She handed it back to the girl and said, “That’s perfect. It isn’t too expensive, is it Dave?’
I said, “Not at all.”
Courtney said, “Great. I love it. I love that you thought of it. Did you think of anything else? Some other part of your plan for it?”
I said, “No, I don’t think so. I just thought that it would look really nice. You know, with the ring and the belly stud.”
Courtney said, “Were you picturing me naked?”
I said bashfully, “Well, yeah.”
Courtney said, “I’m glad. So my other condition is this. I’ll let you get it for me and we’ll put the bell on it, but I want it fastened permanently on my foot. No clasp. Permanent. That’s what I want. It never comes off. Not to sleep, not to swim, not to bathe. Can you do that?”
The girl said, “Yes, we can do that. That’s easy. Here’s what we do. We can remove the clasp and put the bell on the chain. Then we use pliers and a new link and squeeze it together so that it won’t come off. Then we use a tiny bit of silver solder to fill the joint in the link and make it smooth.”
Courtney said, “That’s what I want.”
The girl said, “If you have it permanently attached, you won’t be able to wear pantyhose or long stockings. No garters and hose. You will be able to wear socks. I suppose that you probably could wear hose if you don’t mind a little bulge at the ankle, though.”
Courtney said, “I want it so much that I don’t care. If I wear hose, I’ll put them on over the top.”
The girl said, “OK. Who wears pantyhose anyway? It will only take a few minutes. But, if you ever have some kind of medical procedure where you can’t have any metal on your body, like an MRI or something, you will have to cut the link. You can use any pair of wire cutters. But, be aware that you might get delayed at airport security. The metal detectors might let you right through, but sometimes they might not. You have the right to have your piercing and anklet visually inspected by a woman officer if they insist. You don’t have to take it off. It’s the law. You won’t be kept off the plane, but it might slow down your security check. You might want to go through the process of getting a fast check-in security clearance for both of you.”
Courtney looked at me and I said, “Sounds good to me.”
Courtney smiled and said, “Then let’s do it! This is so cool. Dave, this is going to make me more naked than if I didn’t have anything at all. Oh, did you already think of that? You did, didn’t you? That’s perfect. Come on, let’s do it. I feel like I’m getting married right now.”
The girl gathered up the pieces we were buying and handed us forms of consent, and said, “Do you have your license? I am certified to marry you if you want me to.”
Courtney exclaimed, “Shut up! Really? So like you could pronounce us husband and wife while I’m getting the anklet and piercing? Could my husband put it in or something like that? But I want to wait for something special he’s got planned for tomorrow too, but it would be so meaningful if we did it like this, right here!”
The girl said, “Tell you what. How about this? I can do the piercing and the anklet and do a ceremony, you guys recite some vows, and it will be pretty much all done, except that I won’t sign the papers. Then if you want, you can come back later and I’ll sign everything. But you can also take them with you tomorrow and have someone else sign them. That way, if you want to, you will be married tonight, but you won’t have papers until tomorrow. I won’t charge you anything for the ceremony. I’ve never done one like this, but it feels like it will be fun. We’ll have to make some of it up as we go along. I like you guys. We can do it if you want to.”
Courtney turned to me and said, “Can we do that? I still want to do the thing tomorrow, but I want this too. Please?”
I said, “Of course. It sounds great.”
The girl said, “OK, credit card please.”
I paid for the jewelry and the cost of the piercing and having the anklet soldered in place and the girl led us into a private curtained room to do the installation.
She said, “OK, have a seat.”
Courtney climbed into a chair that leaned back like at a dentists office.
She said, “Dave, I want the ring first.”
I smiled and took the ring and put it on her finger and said, “Courtney, I promise to be your husband, friend, protector and provider, and to care for you as long as I live. Thank you for consenting to marry me today.”
Courtney started to cry and said, “I don’t have a ring for you!”
The girl, who had been preparing some things said, “I could put one on him. Maybe a little blue star or flower or some other symbol on his finger where a wedding ring would go?”
Courtney looked surprised and excited.
I said, “OK. That sounds good. Sweetie, if that’s what you want to do, I’d love it.”
The girl didn’t even look up as she said, “My name’s actually Rochelle, but that’s OK. You can call me Sweetie if you want to. It isn’t really up to me, though. I do think you’d look good that way. Naked wearing nothing but a little tattoo.”
Courtney laughed and said “No, I saw him first. He’s mine. We can be friends, but I’m the one marrying him.”
Rochelle said, “I’m the one he called Sweetie. Oh, wait, did you mean her? Oops, my bad. OK, we’re going to do your navel first. Are you into pain?”
Courtney looked worried and said, “No…”
Rochelle said, “Then we’ll make this as painless as possible. Some people like it. I don’t, but I always ask if that’s what someone wants. Here…I need to get to your navel. Do you want a surgical gown?”
Courtney nervously pulled her dress up to below her breasts and lay back with her lower half exposed, wearing just her tiny polka dot G-string.
Rochelle started swabbing area around and inside Courtney’s navel and then added a topical anesthetic to numb the flesh a bit. She gave it a second and explained that since this was a wedding, she wanted it to be as painless as possible and that she was going to give Courtney a tiny bit of a shot to deaden her navel just a bit more than she might in other circumstances. Courtney didn’t think that the shot hurt at all. Rochelle wiped my hands with antiseptic and had me put on sterile gloves. Apparently, she rea
lly was going to have me take part in this.
I won’t go into the details, but as I helped insert the stud in my bride’s belly button, Courtney said, “Dave, I love you. I will adore you with my mind and body as long as I’m alive. Thank you for taking me into your heart and your home and making me part of your own body. This stud is a symbol of how I belong with you and to you, the same way that you belong with me and to me, inseparable in love, forever.”
Rochelle said quietly, “Amen.”
We went through the same kind of thing with the ankle bracelet, but as I held her foot for the procedure, it seemed like Courtney was getting increasingly aroused. Rochelle noticed it too.
The girl said, “Um, don’t get pierced down there, but do you want me to put a little tattoo, a heart or something? In the bikini area, as it were?”
Courtney said, “If my husband wants one.”
I said, “No. Let’s leave that blank.”
Rochelle said, “I can laser you if you want. You wouldn’t have to shave as much.”
I said quickly, “OK!”
Courtney said, “No, I’m already laser smooth all over.”
I said, “I meant me. Well, not my body, but what about my beard?”
Rochelle said, “Actually, a full beard treatment takes several sessions. I don’t recommend it for either of you right now. If you lived here and had more time, we could schedule it, but if you are passing through, wait until you get past your honeymoon. I was suggesting a little cleanup for the lady, not a big treatment. OK, I think that’s it. Ankle’s done. You can get up now.”
Rochelle pushed a button with her foot and the chair started to sit up. Courtney pulled down her dress and got out of the chair and she faced a full-length mirror and pulled her dress up again and admired her new adornments. She twisted her ankle this way and that and gazed at her navel, and then at the ring on her hand.
Rochelle smiled and said, “You want to see what it really looks like, I can tell. Hey, go ahead. I don’t care. I see girls naked all the time. I can leave if you want.”
Courtney smiled and unzipped her dress and dropped it around her feet. Then she reached back and undid her bra and held it at her side in her right hand. Finally, she slipped down her thong and stood there as naked as she was ever going to be from now on.
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