Rendezvous

by Dusty Miller

  She was just turning off the water and pulling back the shower curtain, all squeaky clean now, when a light thud from the outer room caught her attention. Cool air swirled in through the door, which was not quite closed.

  Heather stepped out and started toweling off, ears tuned for further sounds.

  Keys or money hit the top of the long desk along the front wall.

  “Braden?”

  “Yeah, Baby!”

  Heather’s heart flooded with relief. It was going to be all right.

  “Hi, lover!” Heather’s face was lit up in the mirror by the worst blush, as she went naked to the bathroom door and stuck her head out.

  Braden might not be alone, and she was relieved to see her man sitting on the end of the bed pulling off his shiny black shoes. Braden looked good in a suit, but then Heather had kind of expected that. No one else in the room, and thank God.

  Braden looked around, giving a smile of recognition.

  “You’ve got the place all steamed up.”

  Heather smiled, stepping out and giving a habitual ruffle of her wet hair.

  “Yeah, eh. I must have been thinking of you.”

  Braden flung off his jacket and the two embraced, Heather in full hedonist nakedness, unashamed and looking forward to two whole days with Braden and the other still in pants and shirt but looking calm and relaxed.

  The two smooched, with Braden’s hands on her bottom and Heather swaying from side to side, setting the mood by living it at first hand.

  “Hello.” His eyes bored into hers.

  “Hi.”

  This was real. The week by the lake was real. Braden was real. Everything was real, including the bulge evident in Braden’s trousers, the swelling of her nipples, and the goose bumps and little shivers going all up and down her spine. Braden looked down into her eyes and said nothing at all, taking the time to enjoy the strong beat of Heather’s heart up against his own chest and the shared warmth of two bodies up close.

  #

  As promised, Braden had done a little shopping. Heather bit back tears and wondered how much all of this had cost.

  Braden’s eyes gleamed from the side of the other bed, more was the pity but the room had a pair of fairly wide singles rather than one big double bed.

  Braden would need to get some sleep sooner or later.

  “I’d love to see you model that for me.”

  Heather’s heartbeat elevated and she nodded. There was a hint of a sniffle in her breathing. It was the least she could do, and she was itching to see herself in those gorgeous red shoes. She was under better emotional control if she sort of kept busy.

  “What would you like to see first?”

  “A smile would be nice.”

  Heather bit her lip.

  “It’s all so lovely. You really shouldn’t have gone to all this trouble and expense.”

  “It’s a master’s duty to look after his slave…why, I even feed them and everything.” Braden rubbed his crotch ostentatiously.

  This elicited a faint smile from Heather, who gathered up a few items that seemed to go together well and bending low to kiss Braden on the forehead, headed for the bathroom with its big vanity mirror and its row of frosted lights along the top.

  With trembling fingers, Heather tore open the thin plastic film and tried on the lacy red stockings. Slender as her upper legs were, the movement of muscles under the skin and their own gossamer weight were enough to keep pulling them down so next she put on the thin black garter belt and fussed with the clips until she was sure she had it right.

  Wearing the friendship ring Braden had given her up north, and a pair of clip-on emerald-green crystal earrings as she simply didn’t have the nerve for piercing, Heather hesitated between two choices, but in the end a filmy, sheer black teddy with the minimum of adornment rounded out the outfit. Standing back and regarding herself in the mirror, she leaned in close and applied the thin pink lip gloss. She tousled her hair with her fingers. The sight was enough to make her straighten up and think a bit. She had no known friends or relatives up where Braden lived. She was a free person and could do what she liked. She could go where she liked.

  All it took was guts.

  Such thoughts were premature, as she snapped off the bathroom light and stepped out into the room, much dimmer now with nothing but the bright blue glow of the TV and the bedside lamp in between their beds was the only illumination. A late-night comic was interviewing someone Heather had never seen before. The sound was turned down.

  “Well.” Braden sat up in bed a bit.

  Without prompting, Heather bent and put the shoes on. Carefully, standing tall and a bit loosely like a supermodel, she walked across along the front wall of the unit, studying herself in the big mirror and not incidentally enjoying the look on Braden’s face as he stared at Heather’s behind. For some reason that part, the way everything came together in angles and planes and sinuous curves really set him off.

  Heather paused and looked back provocatively over her right shoulder, left hand on her hip, the clean line of her new haircut making her look cute and adorable in Braden’s eyes. At least that was the idea. Her eyes were big dark pools.

  Heather spun, a bit wobbly on her new heels, and stood, back arched, bum sticking out, with a hand on her inner thigh and the other arm hanging long and loose all dramatically off to one side.

  “Beautiful. Wonderful.” Braden feigned a sustained golf clap as Heather stole another quick glance at herself in the mirror.

  She really was a terrible narcissist but as long as Braden was having fun that was okay.

  Dropping his feet over the side of the bed, Braden came over and they held each other, swaying like the lovers they were as Heather buried herself in Braden’s neck. Braden nibbled at an ear.

  “Thank you. I feel so wonderful, Braden.”

  “Heh-heh, You know, I almost bought you a bondage hood. I saw one in black leather, all studs and panels, and then there was another one in red spandex…a real stretchy thing with a zipper for the mouth.” This was a good way to test the waters.

  Heather gasped.

  “I’d wear one of those!” Heather licked her lips, pulling back so she could look into Braden’s eyes. “You still haven’t fucked me in a car yet. You could tie me up and rape me in the park. We could sneak into a construction site at night…”

  She wanted to do it on a beach, too, as Braden recalled. Oh, and in a horse barn, up in the hayloft…on a sunny June afternoon.

  Heather had a horny mind, and wanted to try everything as soon as she thought of it. It wasn’t exactly spontaneity—she thought it all out well in advance. Heather had years of fantasy all stoked up inside of her.

  “It’s a bit chilly out lately.”

  Heather had talked about doing it on a beach under moonlight. Braden chuckled. There was plenty of food for thought there, but he had a surprise in store for Heather already, one which went beyond a few bucks worth of lingerie. He’d gone into the farm equipment dealership early on a Sunday morning and made it up himself.

  “Yeah, you’d love that, wouldn’t you? My little fuck buddy.”

  They smiled into each other’s eyes.

  They kissed, Heather with her eyes closed in trust, and Braden’s eyes open to look at the little bits and pieces he could see from that limited angle. Their arms were wrapped around one another. Heather was taller on the shoes, but the sight of lacy stockings, straps and that pale little ass down there, looking over the shoulder, was a reminder that they didn’t have all night and that Braden had to work in the morning. Heather stoked his penis through the cloth and began taking his pants down for him. Braden held the pants on with one hand.

  “Close your eyes.” Peeling her off, Braden rummaged quietly in one of his bags for a moment.

  Heather felt something cold and hard and unyielding encircling her neck and then Braden snapped the catch. There was a faint tinkling noise.

  “Okay, you can open them up now.”

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nbsp; He stood in front of Heather holding the end of a short length of golden chain. Collared with a wide brass ring, his beautiful bitch had a bit of white around the eyes, but she looked interested too. Heather glowed with a look of anticipation, prepared to fall to her knees at any moment.

  “It’s about time someone around here took charge of things.” Heather’s nipples were at full alert.

  Braden grinned.

  “Come here, my lovely little cock-monkey…” She giggled at that one.

  Putting Heather on her hands and knees on the bed, head towards the foot of it, Braden snap-fastened her to the leg, and then made her watch as he sat on a chair on the far side of the room, stripping off his damp-feeling socks and finally his trousers and underwear.

  The look on Heather’s face, and the things she said, as Braden sat there fondling his cock with a sardonic grin and a few remarks of his own, were like icing on the cake.

  He really should just sit there and whack off. Make her sweat.

  Finally, he got up and wandered over, and Heather in some inspiration wagged her ass like a dog, tongue hanging out and even involuntarily drooling a bit. Braden picked up Heather’s camera and snapped a flash-picture or two of her tucking into the welcome task of giving him a blow-job. He put the camera on video-record and kept going.

  For some reason, the thought of someone or something seeing them do it was an added thrill. It drove Heather that much wilder, as Braden watched in the viewfinder, Heather going back and forth, up and down, pinching Braden’s bum with her fingernails to drive him forward and murmuring sweet delight at the taste, the sounds, the visuals. The poor girl had been so starved of any kind of affection for so long. This fit in precisely with Braden’s plans, as he kind of had a thing for dominance, albeit not too strenuous or, or, rather degrading…some ideas were a definite turn-off. He liked Heather, maybe that was the thing. She was sexy as hell and didn’t even really realize it.

  “You’re such a horny bitch.”

  “I love your cock.”

  The words, they were so important to understanding her. Heather was a kind of sexual adrenalin junkie in her own way. Braden had put some thought into the weekend, trying to figure out how to pack as much fun as possible for the two of them into two nights and two days. There wasn’t much available time. He had to work much of the weekend, attending the display and at least a small dinner with one or two customers to sort of justify the expense of the trip. A sale or two would make all the difference in the world.

  Braden made the mistake of stopping his train of thought for a moment—it was like thinking about basketball, and right about then the picture of a very happy and horny Heather got to him. There was something about that wriggling pale body and sexy ass, all dressed up in her little costume, the gasps and moans from Heather. She clearly loved this.

  A sharp, sweet, burning sensation began to build and build in his cock, especially the tip.

  “Good bitch, good bitch…”

  Heather plunged up and down, gasping through her nose.

  “Ah—ah…ahhhhh…!”

  He came in Heather’s mouth, he came in Heather’s face, and he came all over Heather’s neck and shoulders, surprised a bit that she could do that to him, but relaxing and then just letting go, still wary of all those sharp teeth in there. She held on for dear life. Heather kept pulling him in closer with pursing lips, jabbing fingernails into his buttocks, mouth greedily seeking gratification and a kind of sexual vengeance. She needed the stimulus or something. That was it.

  On trembling knees, finally Braden managed to pull away.

  “Whoa.” He stumbled a bit.

  He unchained Heather, and the pair fell on the bed, the right-hand one, and Heather reached for the tissues as Braden held her and gazed into her eyes, eyes on the prize he thought, and stroking Heather’s tummy.

  “Gotcha.”

  Braden gave a cleaned-up Heather a long, thorough kiss.

  “Yeah…I guess you did.”

  Heather winked.

  “I guess you owe me one, huh?” She smiled in pure evil mischief.

  Heather had some power in the equation, and enjoyed using it now that she had some sexual confidence. She knew what she liked and was losing her shyness. A bond of trust was forming.

  As she had said all those weeks ago in chat, Heather had always wanted to know what it felt like to be a real woman, but it was all raw sex so far. To Braden, it was just another way of saying the same thing, although the notion of being anything other than what he was didn’t appeal to him for some reason. It wasn’t his thing, although he had been there a time or two. Everyone thinks their life might have been different. After years of self-denial, Heather was blossoming like a sexual debutante, a strange thought but fitting enough.

  Heather licked a finger tip and marked up another in the win column on some invisible chalkboard that hovered only in her imagination, but Braden got the picture and laughed in spite of his spent state.

  One way or another, things would work out.

  Scene Two

  As late as it was, Braden’s persistent erection was enough to prompt another move in their little love game. He made Heather put a condom on it and then turn around on the bed again. Braden lubricated his hand, and grasping Heather’s cunt, he fucked her slowly from behind, stroking her clitoris with a finger, whispering in her ear, and nibbling and kissing when not otherwise occupied.

  Heather writhed and panted and twisted and moaned, until such point that Braden stopped pinching her nipples and stroking her belly, to cover her mouth in an effort to keep the noise down. It was late and the walls were thin enough.

  “The walls have ears.” Braden shoved his tongue into Heather’s right ear and then nibbled the ear-lobe.

  Stroke, stroke, stroke…

  The thought of being caught, the fact that someone might figure it out worked on Heather…

  “People in the next room…” She started to gyrate.

  Heather went into a tail-spin of orgasm, and the moans of pleasure even through his hand, the wet jets of air coming out of the nostrils, it was enough to send Braden into an unexpected second orgasm. They shuddered together as one, Heather finally tearing away Braden’s hand and taking in big gulps of air. Braden sucked in air as well, clutching his forehead and just looking at her. He couldn’t get enough of her.

  “Oh, my word.” Heather wriggled contentedly, as this time Braden reached for the tissues, his penis still stiff and hard inside of Heather.

  On that thought, the erection began to subside.

  Leaving it in there for the moment, Braden lay back and watched while Heather cleaned up a little, her being all sweaty on the forehead and temple areas.

  “Give me a couple.”

  Heather handed a small handful over.

  “Thank you.”

  “No, lover, thank you.”

  Braden’s dick finally fell out and he got up to have a quick shower before going to bed.

  #

  Braden was up very early, but when Heather heard him in the shower, she rolled over and went back to sleep, exhausted from the emotional roller-coaster ride of the last twelve hours.

  When she woke again, the brilliant sun was streaming in through open screens and billowing curtains. The day was to be warm and windy, unseasonably so for early September.

  Heather had a luxuriant shower, and then cleaned up the place, making sure all the naughty bits of kit were hidden in either her bags or Braden’s for when housekeeping came in to do the room.

  She dressed in jeans with soft suede brown oxfords, a white blouse and Braden’s jean jacket. Heather went looking for coffee first, some breakfast a bit later and around noon or so she would look up the Morgan Tractors display which was in a large convention venue a few blocks away across the downtown core. Heather would blend in to the suburban landscape.

  With the help of her new smart-phone and some careful key word selection, she soon found a couple of shops she could look into to he
lp pass the time. The better ads had maps of the adjacent streets. Now that Heather was committed, and in a city a long ways from home, she could buy a few clothes and accessories on her own. Exactly where she might hide them was another story. She stepped out of the hotel and into the street, chin up in anticipation and simple good humour, looking at everything as if the world was brand new and she was its proud new owner.

  Such freedom was a heady thought, but Braden only had so many hours, and so much energy to devote to her. Clinging too tightly would only embarrass and ultimately irritate him. Heather wondered what life in another town would be like. At least she would know someone.

  She would fill up the hours somehow. People always did, didn’t they?

  If they managed to get together for a Slurpy and a couple of Seven-Eleven hotdogs for lunch, then that would just have to suffice for the time being.

  #

  “I see you’ve been doing some shopping.”

  It wasn’t hot dogs, but sidewalk-grilled cheeseburgers dripping with fried onions and a heaping paper plate of fries smothered in vinegar and ketchup. Tall, frosty mugs of Carlsberg Light were refreshingly welcome, and the pair munched in amiable silence for a while under the parasols of the round, black iron and glass tables scattered in a clump along this stretch.

  “Have I got a surprise for you.” Heather dare not say more as they were surrounded by other folks busy with a weekend brunch or just sipping coffee and reading the little ebooks that were all the rage these days.

  “Somehow that doesn’t surprise me.” Braden risked a quick pat on the back of Heather’s hand, knowing how shy she was and realizing that what Heather felt was of some importance to him.

  He hadn’t felt that way about anyone or anything for a long time and it came as a kind of pleasant surprise.