by Jamie Knight
“Candide Boucher?”
“Yes.”
“I’m Dr. Fraser,” she said, extending a gloved hand.
I wasn’t sure if I should shake or not, so I just nodded, hoping she would understand that I was being cautious, rather than just being a bitch. I kept as still as I could while she took the sample, doing my level best not to sneeze.
Soon enough, I was alone again, happily having tested negative for Covid. A load off my mind to be sure, not least because of the history of asthma in my family. I was just going to get my coat when my phone pinged.
“What’s up pussycat?”
Aofie had called me that since we were little, but I was never quite sure why. Not that I didn’t find it endearing.
“Not much, just about to go run an errand.”
“Go? You mean go out, like outside?”
“That’s the general idea, yeah.”
“Is that safe?”
“Should be, I have a mask and just got a rapid test that came out clear.”
“How did you swing that?”
“Ryan arranged for a house call.”
“As in Mayor Ryan Owens?”
“That’s the one. He wants me to go get some flowers for him.”
“How modern, it usually goes the other way.”
“I don’t think that’s what he meant. He needs flowers and wants me to get them. Apparently he’s interested in someone at the office. It must be serious, he planned the entire parade just to impress her.”
“Wait, isn’t that your thing?”
“Usually,” I sighed, “But he is the boss.”
“Yeah, that doesn’t mean you have to bend over for him, no matter how hot he is,” Aofie scolded, her Irish blood at full boil, “you have to be less of a pushover.”
“I know, I still want to do it though. It’s my job.”
“Right, and has nothing to do with your soft spot for the boss man,” Aofie, snarked.
“Nope, or the fact that I honestly hoped he might have some hard spots for me.”
Even Aofie couldn’t help but laugh, and I was relieved that she was letting up on the subject. She had a real sense of justice and wasn’t afraid to call things as she saw then, which was part of why I loved her.
“I just hope he doesn’t get used to ordering you about.”
“Not likely to happen. He doesn’t even order anyway. I’d asked if I could help with the parade, and he said he needed flowers, so flowers I will get. I’m not sure how the two are connected, but I’m sure he knows best.”
“Let’s hope so.
It felt funny to be outside again after so long locked inside. I hadn’t noticed much at the time, but there was also nothing like experiencing the sun after a long absence to make you miss it. I was sure the smells of spring had begun to express themselves, but I couldn’t smell them because of the mask. Still, it was enough to know they were there.
The flower carts, usually all over the place at that time of year, were few and far between on that excursion. In the end I had to go to a brick-and-mortar florist, the scent of nature so strong that even the two-ply mask couldn’t keep it from me. I didn’t know much from flowers, but I knew what I liked, picking out a nicely wrapped bouquet of orchids before going up to the counter. The price tag would have made me wince were I not using the government account, completely separate from my own bank.
Cradling the delicate flowers like a swaddled baby, I headed for the main office which was only a few blocks from the florist, itself only a few streets only from my apartment building. They definitely hadn’t been exaggerating about its convenient central location.
I had to sign in like usual, you never knew when an enraged citizen, pushed over the edge by the trash pickup policy might try and take a shot at the mayor. Not as regular as assassination attempts at the higher levels of government it had been known to happen. Never in our town but it was better not to take the risk.
It was like second nature. I’d been to his office so many times before the lockdown it felt like I had a map in my head, taking me directly there. Shifting the weight of the surprisingly heavy bouquet, I knocked upon my master’s door.
“Come in.”
The door opened to Ryan, looking gorgeous as always in his best tweeds, light blue Oxford cloth shirt open at the neck, standing at the large bay window of his office in the historic City Hall.
“Right on time, Candide, please put those on the desk. You can pick them up when you leave.”
“I’m sorry, sir? I mean, Mr. Owens.”
“Please, I must insist that you call me Ryan,” he said, giving a grin that nearly knocked me down.
“Ryan,” I said, trying it out.
“Come, sit,” he said, tapping the folding chair set up next to him.
I did as he requested, putting the flowers onto his desk and going to take up the seat by his side.
“I’m not sure I understand, Ryan.”
“The flowers were for you. You probably thought they were for the person I mentioned before, but I have a confession to make. It was you. It has always been you. Oh, here they come.”
I looked where he did and nearly cried when I realized what was happening. The St. Patrick’s Day parade. Rolling past city hall, following the same route it always had before, there for anyone who could see it, even if they were stuck in side. The participants all wearing masks and keeping six feet apart for safety.
“I know how much it means to you, and with all the work you were already doing I didn’t want you to have to worry about planning the parade too. The flowers were mostly a ruse to get you here to see it with me, as well as to make sure you were clear, which I am as well. I’m going to ask you something and hope it isn’t wildly inappropriate.”
I was so overcome with joy, I couldn’t give a damn if it was inappropriate, I would do anything he asked, I was just so happy to know he felt the same way I did.
“O-okay.”
“I want you to quarantine with me. I’m heading up to my vacation home after the parade. It has everything we could want but is also secluded, so there’s a lot of freedom too. You could go outside whenever you wanted with no risk. It’s next to a beautiful lake and lots of hiking trails if you’d like to do that.”
“Yes,” I blurted, not actually sure he was done, “I would love to quarantine with you.”
“Great, we can leave this afternoon.”
He put a hand on my shoulder, clearly not sure if it was okay. I put my hand on his to let him know it absolutely was. It felt great for him to touch me, even if it was just on my shoulder and through my clothes. I wasn’t about to complain, though.
When the parade drew to a close, the last of the procession disappearing around the corner, to delight people in other parts of the city, Ryan took my hand, guiding me up to my feet. I felt like a princess being asked to dance by the heir to the throne. Retrieving my flowers, which I was starting to like more and more, Ryan led the way out of his office.
In a building as old as city hall, there were bound to be a few secrets. One was a hidden elevator I doubted many knew about. How Ryan had discovered it, I wasn’t about to ask, despite the curiosity tugging at me like an impatient toddler.
It was a bit rickety, but I felt safe with Ryan holding my hand. With an audible whir, the ancient elevator took us down to the underground parking, where only the mayor and other such higher ups were allowed to park. On that occasion I didn’t much mind, as it avoided us coming into contact with anyone else on the way to his car which, by all appearances, he was planning on driving himself.
It would be a nice, worry free trip from his office to his secluded vacation home, where we would spend the next two weeks. Even more than the notion of being able to go out whenever I wanted, I liked the idea of being alone with him for two weeks. There would be no chance of us getting caught. If people even cared about such silly things anymore.
No one was forcing me, he’d asked, and I’d gone. Neither of us were marrie
d, or even already in a relationship as far as I knew, bringing the potential for scandal down to a bare minimum. Still, that could be enough with him running for re-election soon. I was touched he was willing to take such a risk, but if anything it showed how much he honestly cared for me.
“Shouldn’t I pack?”
“No need, the house has everything you’ll need, including a computer if you insist on doing work, as well as clothes.”
“You know my size?”
“Of course I do, I know everyone’s size, I apprenticed as a tailor on Savile Row. My folks might be rich, but they still insisted that I try to get a job.”
“So you chose to be a tailor?”
“Trained to be a tailor. Actually did it for a while before politics came calling. I made all my own tweeds and shirts. Shoes are a bit more difficult, so I commissioned those from a bespoke cobbler in town. Nice guy, great quality, mostly gets by on repeat business, no one makes a pair of brogues like him.”
“Did you make the clothes at the house?” I joked.
“Yes actually, in my free time. I’ve known for a while I was going to ask you to come and stay with me. It was just a matter of finding just the right time. At least in my own head.”
My heart did a little jig. I’d thought he’d been kidding, or at least exaggerating about knowing my size from sight but the clothes at the house, if there were any could be some pretty compelling evidence. I’d certainly known liars and braggarts before and Ryan never struck me as either.
“What about - ”
“Underwear?”
“Yeah,” I said blushing.
“Not so good there,” he admitted, “I was actually thinking you might do without. We’ll see how the clothes feel. If need be, we can order some online and to the no touch delivery thing.”
I’d never even considered going two whole weeks without wearing underwear, but the more I thought about it the more the idea excited me. Not least because it seemed like Ryan was saying he would like easier access to my most intimate parts without. My legs squeezed together automatically, trying to quell the heat that had gathered in my pussy. I’d have fucked him right then and there, were he not driving.
The landscape changed outside my window. Going from the urban sprawl characteristic of our fair metropolis, to an expanse of trees, going up toward rolling hills some might refer to as mountains.
A few miles along, the trees on the left side of the road dropped and rose, as we passed a chain of lakes, varying in size all of them beautiful.
“Is it one of these?” I asked.
“No, it’s a bit further up, I wanted somewhere a bit more isolated. There are no lakes or other cabin for at least a hundred miles in any direction.”
I had to admit it sounded nice. It wasn’t like I was a social butterfly usually, nearly hermetic, or at least as close as it was possible to be, even when working on site. If anything going remote had let me delve into it more. Possibly a bit too much but I would have Ryan with me out in the wilds to help me keep from getting too far gone.
“Here we are,” he said, turning off the highway onto to what could best be described as a wide path, closer to a logging road but without the ruts.
He must have been referring to the way in, because it was another good hour of driving, the woods becoming even thicker around us, before I saw the gates up ahead. Ryan pushed a button set into the sun visor, the gates parting like magic before us. Nestled among the trees deep in the upstate wood, stood a two-floor house, complete with painted shutters, right out of Norman Rockwell. It was a contradiction I found difficult to hold in my head but was doing my best.
Ryan pulled up right next to the door, getting out before coming around to open my door for me.
“Bit of a shock, huh?”
“Just a little,” I admitted.
“Wait until you see the inside,” he said with a wink.
Ryan wasn’t exaggerating. The inside of the house was even nicer than the outside, not seeming like a ‘cabin’ at all, or even a lake house, despite the picturesque surroundings. All of the comforts of home, even more if my apartment was the yardstick, were literal steps from the forest and lake.
“I’ll give you the tour if you like.”
“I think you’d better,” I said, delightfully overwhelmed.
As he showed me around the place, I wondered if he also worked as a tour guide earlier in his life, his skills at brief and interesting explanations near the top level. We had covered most of the first floor before a very important question came to me, as though by divine inspiration.
“Where’s the bedroom?”
Chapter Four
My pussy was on fire when he laid me out on the four post bed. I needed him so much. Fortunately, he seemed to know this, going for my panties first, not even bothering to take off my skirt. The fresh air was heaven on my aching pussy, but not nearly as much as when Ryan swept his tongue through my dripping folds, making me moan with pleasure and relief. The tension melted from every muscle.
Running my fingers through his hair, Ryan devoured my pussy until he brought me to sweet relief, switching from hard licks to gentle kisses until I was screaming his name.
Slowly, I settled back to reality after my trip to the gates of ecstasy.
“Okay?” he asked, stroking my inner thighs.
That was putting it very mildly. It was so far beyond ‘okay’ I could barely muster the words to say so. All I could manage was a breathy ‘uh-huh’, my cheeks aflame with unbridled passion.
The worst of the urgency attended to, Ryan took to the time to undress me the rest of the way, removing each layer of clothing like unwrapping a present. The sheer delight in his eyes made my heart flutter. I was usually pretty shy, not even liking other women to see me in the locker room.
But it was different with Ryan, not least because I’d known him so long, and because I’d lived this so many times in my imagination. Far from the nerves such a situation would usually bring, I wanted Ryan to see me naked, actually opening my legs as my skirt came off.
Apparently taking this as a request, Ryan slipped two fingers into my pussy, making sure to wet them first, and deftly worked my clit, as he kissed me. Short, soft, smooches, soon evolving into a full, passionate make-out session as he fingered me deep, his fingers working all the way up to the third knuckle. To my upraise as well as delight.
“Can I return the favor?” I asked demurely, recovering from my second massive orgasm.
“Of course, my darling.”
A thrill went through me at his words. Knowing he liked me that way was one thing, it was quite something else to hear him put it so explicitly. Straightening up, he started to remove his suit, bit by bit, hanging each garment on the back of the char where he had put my clothes while undressing me. I watched with great and increasing interest as his body was slowly revealed to me. He has more tattoos than I might have expected, of particular surprise was the phrase ‘Memento Mori’ rendered on his chest in black, Gothic lettering.
As his pants came down, I could see the outline of his cock, already pressing up against the inside of his silk boxer shorts, yearning to break free. It was even bigger than I imagined, yet I still couldn’t wait to get it in my mouth.
Pulling down his boxers, like revealing a work of art, Ryan stepped closer as I sat up to receive him. It was by far the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen. Not only fucking huge but perfectly shaped and gorgeously symmetrical.
I brought my palm flat under it, surprised and impressed by the considerable weight of it. He couldn’t have been very comfortable packing that in his tweed trousers until it was finally set free.
“How long?” I asked.
“Since we got in the car.”
“But were driving for hours.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“You poor thing…I’ll have to make it better.”
Without a moment’s hesitation I went right in and got to work on alleviating his tension. It was a while un
til I could work my way any significant distance along his generous girth, but I still sucked the bejeezus out of the head, going at it like it was the most delicious thing in the world to me, which to me, at that exact moment in time, it honestly was.
He made soft beautiful sounds as I pleasured him, gently stroking my hair, which only made me want to suck him even more. At my insistence he took hold of my ponytail, taking control of things as I started to move along his shaft, swallowing nearly half of it before I had to stop. I contented myself with gulping deep on it until he reached orgasm, filling my mouth with thick, warm cum, just like in my shower fantasy. The reality was even sweeter than I’d hoped.
“What position do you like?” he asked, when I came up for air.
His hand was lightly stroking my pussy, no doubt to warm me up before the next step. I somehow doubted he would need much encouragement to get back to full hardness, already well on his way there.
“Doggy is fun, but I also like it on my back, so we can look each other in the eye. Is that weird?”
“No, it’s not weird at all, it is lovely. I’m not sure if that will quite work for us, but I have another idea, but first, let’s try some doggy. Get us both warmed up.”
“Sure.”
I turned over all four and dipped down low, presenting my pussy and ass to him, for his full and unfettered use. His hands firmly squeezing the latter, he gamely licked the former, making me shriek like a banshee as he licked my pussy to orgasm. I knew oral sex could be good, great even, by Ryan elevated it to the level of an art form. I tried to keep still as he worked his magic, his hands helping a lot in that respect.
“Fuck!” I screamed, hitting the peak of a beautiful orgasm.
I’d sort of expected a joke about how that was the idea, but Ryan was too busy licking me clean and prolonging my pleasure for any such thing.
