J. McKenna - Wanted - Kept Woman

She paused, and leaned back against the stone railing. Brian watched her run her hand along the expanse of block. She spread her legs slightly and hiked one thigh up on the stone surface. He wondered what she was thinking.

“What then? More miniature golf?” She teased him and he liked it. His mind remained centered on her dress, pulled tight along her thighs. He fought to keep from staring at the straining buttons. God how he wanted her!

“No, I have something really special planned.”

“Oh, I bet you say that to all your girls.” She was fishing now, he could tell.

“No, if you agree to this, you’ll be the first. Maybe the only one.”

She looked up. Brian could see the intensity in her eyes. She didn’t speak. She just waited for him to continue. For a moment, he lost his voice.

“You see, I—” He stopped, and plunged ahead. “I was wondering if you’d like to spend the weekend with me at my island. You know, the one we talked about earlier.”

Will you make love to me there?

Suzanne almost said it aloud. Almost. She knew he would, eventually. Lots of lovemaking. She longed to feel this man’s chest against hers, feel his arms around her, protecting her, holding her close, his hard cock entering her. She liked the sensation she received from leaning against the railing, her thighs slightly spread, the air blowing across her naked loins.

She realized Brian was staring at her, waiting for a response. Funny, she thought she’d given it. “Oh, yes, I remember. That sounds nice,” she said lamely. “Off the coast?”

“Actually, no. It’s on a lake. Clear Lake. Just north of here.”

Suzanne wasn’t sure it sounded private enough for what she had in mind—lots of naked romping. “Really? I didn’t know there were too many lake islands. How big is it?”

“About fifty acres. It’s very private.” He must’ve read my mind , she thought.

“Sounds, um, very nice .” Tell me about the fucking.

“I have a vacation home on it, fully equipped. Lots of trees and trails. It’s like a little Eden, not very far from civilization.”

“Um. Do people rent it when you’re not there?”

Brian shook his head. “No. It’s just for me. And my guests.”

“What about Baba—or other, um, servants?”

“Nope. Just you and me. Does that scare you? Do you trust me?”

Trust you to do what? Make me walk on the ceiling? “Sure, I trust you.”

“I’m glad to hear it. I don’t ask every woman I meet to see it.”

So, I stand out from the crowd , she thought at once. Suzanne couldn’t help but smile. This seems to be going very well. Mister, you’d better be as good in real life as you are in my imagination!

He moved in close, putting his arms around her. Suzanne cursed her dress, realizing it was too tight across her thighs. She wanted to welcome him between her legs. She was both shocked by her behavior and relished it. It’s about time!

He kissed her. She rose up to meet him like a baby bird, eager to partake in his warmth, his lust. Again, he kissed like a man who had had a lot of practice—not hard enough to bruise. Not like Sam. She cursed her memory for bringing that up now. Suzanne closed her eyes and tried to lose herself into this wonderful man.

His hands roamed over her body. She wished she was naked, open to his touch. No, not here. Somewhere private. The island would do very nicely. She felt his hand brush her left breast. Her nipple extended to its full length, poking into the dress. She pressed against his fingers, encouraging him. His thumb rubbed over her turgid nipple.

Brian reached down, touching her thigh, just above her knee, where the dress strained. She was lost in his embrace now. Without thinking, she eased off the wall, giving him total access to her. Just as he did the other night, Brian let his right hand pull up her dress a few inches. She was acutely embarrassed, but didn’t make any attempt to stop him. If he wanted to show off her nakedness in the park, she was ready.

Suddenly, he let the dress fall back into place and pulled away, holding her at arm’s length. Perhaps it had only been another test. Yet the look in his eyes told her different.

“Come on, I’ll take you home.” His voice was slightly hoarse. He licked his lips.

Inside the limo once again, Suzanne noticed that Brian left the privacy screen up behind the driver. She sat across from him, waiting to see what he’d do. She sat with her legs slightly askew—just enough to hint at the pleasures within. Her pussy ached with frustration. Part of her longed to hike up her skirt again, lie down on the seat and rut with him. But that still seemed more like Wendy talking. Instinctively, she knew to let Brian control the pace of their relationship.

“That last button on your dress looks like it’s about to come off.” His words startled her. She looked down. “Why don’t you unbutton it, take the pressure off? I’d hate to have you lose it.”

Suzanne dutifully unhooked it, knowing that it showed a little more of her legs. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet , she thought. “Is that better?”

“Yes,” he said. He gestured. “Here, give me one of your feet. I’ll bet you’d like a foot rub.”

She smiled coyly. Are you trying to peek at my private parts? She almost let it slip. She had a feeling one day she could say such things and it would be all right. She lifted her right leg toward him, letting the dress part, revealing tanned thighs. She shifted slightly to retain her modesty, though she knew soon, very soon, she’d be showing him everything. So would he. She longed to see his cock, feel it.

He took her foot into his strong hands and began rubbing the ball, just below her toes, right where it ached the most. It was as if he read her body. Of course, he’d have to be blind not to notice that.

Brian gently stroked her foot moving up through the arch to the heel then back again. The sensation made her weak with release, gratitude and, yes, lust. Always lust. It remained thick in the air of the limo. These are the best times in any relationship, she thought, the days and hours before sex, when all your sensations hinge on the anticipation of the event.

He moved her foot to the left, as if he wanted to rub the inside of her arch, below the anklebone. Suzanne noticed at once that it caused her legs to come apart a little more, exposing more thigh. She pretended not to notice. Then Brian reached out and unfastened the second button from the bottom. Her dress opened more. She could feel cooler air on her wispy hair down there.

Her pussy throbbed. Suzanne closed her eyes. She could use a little rubdown there as well, she mused, and smiled.

“Does that feel good?”

“Oh, yeah. Great .” It’s not very often that your date is not only handsome, rich and kind, but that he gives killer foot rubs as well!

“Okay. Now the other one.”

She took back her foot reluctantly and handed over the other one. This time, her dress rose up even higher, the V of the cloth barely covering her nakedness. She could smell the sweet scent of her own sex, drawing him in.

She opened her eyes and caught him looking at her face. She had expected his eyes to be elsewhere. She blushed then shot him a grateful smile. Brian turned her foot to the outside, and by now Suzanne was sure she was giving him a little show there in the darkened limo. She almost said something, and knew it would be both coy and teasing, maybe a bit sarcastic. She worried it wouldn’t come across right and could kill the mood, so she said nothing.

She watched his face and he watched hers. It was as if she was daring him to let his eyes drop down to her legs. Come on, here I am, take a peek!