J. McKenna - Wanted - Kept Woman

“What-what kind of outfit would you prefer?”

He gave her a half-grin. “Oh, maybe a skirt? And a blouse that buttons down the front?”

Suzanne nearly slapped her forehead. She should’ve known. He wanted to start right off, making her pliable, keeping her horny during the ride north. She grabbed her suitcase, saying, “I’ll be right back,” and disappeared into the room.

Suzanne opened the case and picked out a simple blue skirt and white blouse. She quickly stripped off her clothes and started to put the jeans inside her suitcase, then stopped. She tossed them on the bed, along with the T-shirt. He won’t want those , she told herself. In fact, looking through her outfits, she realized there were a few other items she could get rid off—the pantyhose, the slacks, the sweatshirt… In seconds, she had reduced the contents of the bag by one-third.

She stopped for a moment, struck by a twinge of Women’s Lib guilt. Am I being disloyal to women everywhere by catering to this man? It was a legitimate question. Then again , she thought, he’s pretty terrific. And I like the way he makes me feel. So there.

Her conscience assuaged, she started to slip into her new outfit but paused again. I know what he’d really like , the naughty side of her spoke up. Nodding to herself, she stood there a moment longer, contemplating. She always had been a good girl, but right now, she wanted to be bad, very bad. Wendy bad. Before she could change her mind, she stripped off her bra and slipped off her panties, and donned the blouse and skirt.

She felt like a different woman, open and free, and unbelievably wicked. The air teased her naked slit. She adjusted her skirt, noting that it fell to just above her knees, so at least she didn’t feel too slutty. But her breasts underneath her blouse jiggled obscenely, she thought. She experimented in front of the mirror, moving around while she watched the nipples gyrate against the cotton material. Fortunately, the blouse wasn’t entirely see-through. Still, Brian—and anybody else, for that matter—could instantly tell she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Am I going too far? She stared at her reflection in the mirror. She realized, for perhaps the first time in her life that she had been the good girl for too long. Yes, this was what Brian wanted, but this was what she wanted as well.

She fluffed her hair, then closed her suitcase and returned to the living room.

“Here, let me take that,” he said automatically then stopped, as if he’d been poleaxed. He stared at her breasts unabashedly. A slow smile formed on his face and broadened into a toothy grin.

“You look…wonderful,” he said.

Suzanne blushed. She felt pleased.

“What about…” Brian wiggled his fingers at her skirt.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” she retorted, smiling. She wondered if he could smell the slight scent of her sex. Unconsciously, she moved her legs apart to allow more air to circulate.

God , she thought. I’m like those animals on National Geographic. When the females want to mate, they let the males know in no uncertain terms. Could I be any more obvious?

He reached for her suddenly, causing her to gasp as he drew her into his arms. His mouth was on hers. Like before, his kiss was gentle but insistent. She responded, wishing he’d just jump her now and get it over with. Instead, his hand dropped down to lift her skirt so his could slide his hand up along the outside of her leg to her naked ass. She sighed, knowing that he was simply going to tease her.

How long will this go on before I explode?

He broke away, that wry grin on his face. “Naughty girl,” he said, patting her smooth flesh before letting his hand slip away. “Come on, let’s hit the road.”

He carried her suitcase out to the car, a new, black SUV with tinted windows and all the extras. He put her gear in next to his small overnight bag and opened the passenger door for her. He gave her a half bow and held up one hand to give her support as she climbed up into the cab.

Suzanne luxuriated in the plush interior, adjusting her skirt to cover her nudity. Again, she felt the passions stirring within her. Here she was, about to embark on an adventure with a handsome, charismatic, rich man, but more important than all those qualities—and they were important—was her trust in Brian. He made her feel safe, like she could allow her true self to emerge.

The question remained, who was her true self? She’d been quietly repressing herself for so long, she hardly knew what she wanted anymore. She felt like someone who had been on a diet for the last twenty years, suddenly seated in front of an enormous meal and told to help herself.

Could I help myself to Brian and all he offers? Or is it all too good to be true?

Brian steered the car away from her apartment building and headed for the northbound onramp of Highway 101. Once on the freeway, Suzanne put her questions away and just enjoyed the ride.

They chatted for a while about innocuous things, their conversation flowing like they were old friends. The sun was low on the horizon, beginning to slide into the sea as they headed north, washing the sky with colors. To Suzanne, it was as if they were entering a new world, one far away from the day-to-day drudgery her life had become. She had been a caterpillar and now she wanted to see how the butterflies lived.

“Hike your skirt up a little,” Brian’s voice cut through her daydreaming.

“Huh?”

“I said, hike up your skirt a little. I’d like to see a little more skin.”

Automatically, she moved to obey. “I wouldn’t want you to have a wreck,” she teased. She brought her skirt right up to the top of her thighs, hinting at the treasure above.

Brian nodded. “That’s good. Just enough to tease me. I’ll try to keep us on the road.”

Suzanne let her eyes slide over his pants, but couldn’t see if his body was responding to her. She decided to up the ante. She reached up and unbuttoned the top two buttons, allowing more of her cleavage to show.

She leaned forward and turned slightly toward him, showing off. She had never felt so wicked!

Brian grinned at her and winked. She glanced down at his slacks and thought she saw a stirring there. It gave her hope that Wendy had been wrong.

Sam followed well behind, listening to a country-western station and smoking cigarettes. Occasionally, he glanced down at the electronic device on the passenger seat that beeped regularly, indicating Armstrong’s position.

It had been so easy to sneak up and attach the tracker to his bumper while Brian had been inside. Now he just had to drive along and follow the signal.

Just like 007 , he thought. License to kill.

A goofy grin lit up his face at his own dark humor. He couldn’t wait to see Suzanne’s expression when he showed up on Armstrong’s island. God, that would be rich!

In the trunk, he carried everything he’d need to make this weekend special.

Suzanne, tired from a long week at work, dozed off as the car glided smoothly into the fading light. She felt completely relaxed, though she knew passing truckers could see her skirt hiked up and her half-opened blouse. It didn’t matter.

Did it?

She awoke as the car bumped down a gravel road. The headlights, on full beam, showed them to be in the middle of a forest.

“Where are we?” She sat up groggily and automatically adjusted her skirt down.

“Almost there. You were conked out for most of the time.”

“Sorry. I hope you weren’t too bored.”

“No, no. It’s not a long trip.” Brian turned the wheel and the SUV bounced down a narrow trail, ending at an old wooden dock by the quiet lake.