A Lesson Learned (Closed to Luna_Wolf72)

[Luna_Wolf72]

Her blush, her soft words? They focused my attention in a way that simple silence would have never done. She wanted this, deep inside, she wanted to give me this. So I would accept it, thankfully. But first. I leaned in, my mouth hovering just over the shell of her ear. I whispered.

"I would like you to be very quiet. No noise until you come for me."

She nodded and I smiled. How to begin? The position she was in made proper penetration impossible but I did not want to kneel before her. 'What to do, what to do??' Finally, a thought. I re-positioned her legs~putting the right one up, on the back of the couch. The left one? I pushed to the floor, leaving her aching wetness open and waiting. Then with a low sigh, I moved to the spot between her thighs and lay down, upon my belly. It was a close fit...but do-able.

Two fingers. They slid into her warm depths and it felt like coming home. I crooked them slightly, so that each thrust would hit the top of the slick tightness, right where her g-spot would be...if she had one. My other hand? It spread her nether lips slightly so that my mouth could find the barely concealed bundle of nerves that comprised her clitoris. Contact. Suckling, licking, swirling. The movements slow, controlled, in tandem. I felt her hips buck against me.

 

[Sasha25]

I nearly screamed. I nearly died forcing myself not to scream. Suddenly I was a hand puppet, my body flailing as though Lorena's fingers were able to make my limbs move jerkily in every direction that she could. I wasn't feeling her fingers, because each movement she made went like electric current though me.

The only will I could muster went to no making a sound. I squirmed and writhed on the couch, nearly falling off before I felt myself righted as Lorena's lips and fingers brought me higher and deeper then I ever had been. The cliches: lights flashing, the screaming, heart pounding, none of it happened. I looked down and saw her, eyes one when my body allowed a direct line. My mouth was locked open for a moment, then biting down on my lip another moment. Suddenly a metallic taste mixed with the taste of saliva, and I knew, vaguely that I had bitten my lip too hard.

I had knelt, denied myself, felt the crop, and now I had bled for Lorena. That thought became sharp in my mind as she continues her steady ministrations and I felt the tension build. I made some guttural noises, I couldn't help, and a slight bit of fear crept in. I began fall away from the edge, trying again not to make a sound. I got up on my elbows, watching, though she never stopped. I felt so needy I was frantic, yet, I want to give this to Lorena, as she wanted it.

Our eyes locked again, and mine begged her for what to do next.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

'Poor girl.' My brain gibbered at me as I struggled to control her movements and my own building excitement. Being quiet was so hard when your body was riding a fine edge toward orgasm. I knew it and I wanted her to know it as well. I wanted her to understand that each gasp, each moan...was a gift...from me. She hadn't earned it, I was giving it, because I wanted her to have it.

So when she struggled upward, holding herself on shaking arms to look at me with pleading eyes, I gave in. She had tried so hard and I was tired of waiting. Releasing her clitoris from soft lips, I raised my head and smiled. Soft words filled the air between us as I gave her permission.

"Let go and come for me, baby girl."

Then my mouth~teeth, tongue, lips~returned to that little bundle of nerves and began to attack it with renewed zeal. Fingers slipped in and out, not hard, barely there. Waiting for her to do as I had said...and release for me.

 

[Sasha25]

It wasn't the spoken permission that allowed me to fall into the pit of pleasure. Somehow it was the pet name "baby girl". The words and how she said it and I felt my eyes close. I screamed. I yelled. I roared. Even those words weren't enough to described the noises I was making. I kept thrashing until the peak hit and my body and mind were lost. My fist beating the back of couch, while my nails dug into the palm of my other hand.

For all I knew, Lorena could have left in the middle of it, because all I understood was the pleasure of my own body. Then it began to ebb, my heart pounding, but my arms and legs no longer flailing. I could feel Lorena's fingers again, moving just barely. I lift my head, which took a great deal of effort, and looked down into her face.

Her smile and deepness of her eyes almost made me peak again. I opened my mouth to speak, but only a grunt came out. I felt sticky, and sweaty and so fucking gorgeous. How had she done that? My brain had started working again as I processed my orgasm. I relaxed back, panting, staring up at the ceiling. I wondered briefly what was next. I knew I would have to leave at someone, perhaps soon. This is was club, not a hotel, but part of me wanted just to sink into unconsciousness for an hour, hopefully with Lorena's arms around me.

I sighed quietly, knowing that it wasn't the time for that, so I started to rise. I want to say how amazing it was, how close she had gotten me to blacking out, and how much I wanted to do more. All I could manage was:

"Thank you, Lorena. Thank you." I hoped the look made up for my lack of words. Lorena's continued to smile at me, and I held that look as long as I could. I didn't know what kind of bond was forming between us, but I understand that something was growing.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

She gave every bit of herself up as the orgasm washed over her. I couldn't help but give a low giggle, even as I kept tormenting, kept stroking, teasing and playing until the abyss beneath her, closed up and went away. My own release had come and gone while I focused on her and I was glad that I never had to wait for my submissive to take care of me. I had been blessed with the ability to take care of it myself, without a single solitary touch.

I stopped and sat up, allowing her to move, once she was capable of doing so. There is something there. A bit of an attachment that gets deeper each time I work with her, work ON her and it is sweet. I know that she isn't mine to keep. Another will come along one day and sweep her off of her feet....but in the back of my head, I try to ignore the knowledge. I don't want to dwell on that, not at all.

Her husky words, the eyes that are still glazed, the skin that is still flushed and covered in sweat? They let me know that I have accomplished EVERYTHING I wanted. She would be ready to go home, bathe, sleep, just as soon as I have paid the bill for the room rental and our lunch. But first, I need to answer her heart felt sentiment.

"It was MY pleasure. You had tried so hard and I was very proud of you for it. Use the bowl of water and wipe the sweat away. Get dressed again. I want you to get ready to go home. At least for a while. There are things you need to do."

I waited until I saw her head for the bowl and then spoke again before slipping out of the room.

"I want you to write this out~your impressions, especially concerning the punishment, and your feelings. Then bathe and take a nap. No more than two hours or you will be groggy. You will be spending time with me at my apartment this evening. Come no earlier than 6 pm. I am gonna order out...probably pizza. Dress comfortably. We won't play this evening....we will just spend time together. Without the edge of sexual need between us."

Then I turned and strolled out, heading for the main room. A few moments later, I had found the Rental girl and paid for our use of the room, as well as adding a bit for the servant who cleaned up. I wanted to give Amanda some time alone, to focus and get herself together.

I looked for one of our servers from earlier and requested the luncheon bill. The girl ran off quickly, and returned just as quickly, her eyes gleaming. I paid her, told her to keep the change and split it with the other one, and then turned away. Amanda should be almost ready and I wanted to hug her, maybe kiss her pretty mouth before sending her away.

A few moments later, I had returned to the room and watched as Amanda slipped into her dress. Once again, she looked prim and proper, except for the heightened color of her cheeks and the droop in her eyelids. Poor baby. I moved toward her and wrapped her in a long, thorough hug before pressing a kiss to her chin.

"Everything is paid for and you do not have to worry about cleaning up. I want you to go home and do as I have asked, ok? C'mon, let me walk you out, baby girl."

 

[Sasha25]

I managed to get to my feet after Lorena withdrew, but I had to grasp the end of the couch to steady myself. I went to the bowl of oiled water, which was lukewarm, but washed slowly, feeling slightly refreshed. The scent of sweat and sex faded somewhat, then I turned to quickly dress. I brushed my hair with my fingers, then remember I had a small comb in my clutch. I combed my hair so it was slightly better, and touched up my makeup. I looked like I had been rushing around in the heat, which, based on the orgasm I had, was slightly true. Lorena made me hot. I laughed at myself. What a silly thing to think. Silly but true.

I hadn't noticed that Lorena had returned and was watching me dress and primp. I put my comb and compact away and faced her. As she embrace me, I felt the strength leave my leg and I melted into her arms.

"Everything is paid for and you do not have to worry about cleaning up. I want you to go home and do as I have asked, ok? C'mon, let me walk you out, baby girl."

Keeping in mind everything she had asked me to do, I walked out with her, kissing her cheek, meeting her eyes, then retreating to my car. We didn't speak much, but I liked that actually, at least for the time being. I had a feeling that we would talk a lot after I returned to her place. She said so much with her actions and her eyes, that there was little mistaking her intentions.

I drove home, and after getting a large glass of water, I sat at my desk and started to write.

~I'm still shaking. It's more inside than out right now, but it's there. Never have I had an experience like this before. I have been impulsive, which is why I called in sick for the afternoon, but it taught me a very important things about Lorena, and the world that I'm stepping into. I can't be too impulsive, or perhaps impulsive at all. I was punished and rightly so, for what I did.

However, I have to say that I enjoyed the sting and burning of the crop. Today, any more than what I got would have been too much, I think. I can't deny that my body responded to it. I was so wet. I would have demanded pleasure right there if the situation had been different, if a lover had been spanking me.~

I shifted on my seat, noting that there was still a slight throbbing in my bottom from the crop. I whimpered and felt a little excitement return.

~The punishment was nothing compared to the treatment that Lorena gave me after. Soothing my body. Washing me completely. Then, pure pleasure. She knows exactly what to do, more than anyone I have ever met. I don't think I could have expected this from someone I loved and had been with for years.

This is going to be very hard, not to fall for this woman. I have to keep telling myself that I'm a student, learning how to be a good, beautiful submissive woman, and that Lorena doesn't wanted to have me long term.

I can only hope that there is someone out there who is like her, who has the same understanding, guidance, and soulful eyes.~

I set my pen down. I felt suddenly drained, and I went back to bed, quickly setting an alarm for two hours later. In my dress, I helf curled up, kicked off my shoes and fell immediately to sleep.

The sound of Katy Perry woke me, and I rubbed my eyes. I did feel a little groggy, and on a weekend afternoon, I would have gone right back to sleep. I thought back to what Lorena had asked of me. Bathe then sleep. I gasped to myself, hoping she wouldn't care that I did those things out of order. I turned on the shower, a little hot, and took off my dress and bra. Before stepping in the shower, I faced the mirror, then turned my hips and back away, trying to see my bottom. I could tell, just barely as the steam filled the room, that there were slight pink marks still there. I reach back, running a finger over them, but felt an immediate rush to my sex, and forced myself to stop.

I showered quickly, brush my teeth, and chose a light blue tee, light and fitted, and my favorite pair of jeans. I only realized after that again, I had chosen not to wear underwear. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail, and chose only a bit of lip gloss. I added a citrus and floral body splash, and decided I was ready.

It was a little early to go, so I sat back down at my writing table, and finished my entry.

~As much as I enjoyed our session this afternoon, I'm really looking forwards to just relaxing with Lorena tonight. I'm not sure what we'll talk about, most likely more about submission. It doesn't matter though. I'd be glad to talk about anything with her, or just sit in silence and eat. She's amazing.~

I stopped, staring at my words, then completely rereading the entry. I didn't usually do that with my journal, but I felt it important. I could tell from my words that everything that had happened in the last few days was... right.

I grabbed my purse again and slipped into comfortable sandals. Climbing in the car, I drove slowly to her apartment, and arrived at 6:05. I went right to her door and knocked.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Home. The place you go when everything is past perfect and all you want to do is relax and remember. That's all I wanted to do, after leaving Amanda. I just wanted to go home, shower away the wetness and the sweat and ruminate on all of her responses. I wanted to think on the way her body responded to my touch, the way her eyes lit up at my words. I wanted to think on her. So, I went home and did so.

Eventually, I fell asleep and dreamed of her, of us. Of her wearing my collar and little else. Of her being mine, just mine, only mine. I woke with a start and glanced at the clock. Still a few hours before she would arrive. So maybe I should clean up, get the house tight and get my mind off of her softness, her scent, her taste, her responses.

Cleaning is a good, all purpose mind emptier, at least for me it is. I can't think when I am trying to get the least little traces of dust off of my shelves. I can't think when the stove needs scrubbed or the tub needs bleached. It works, like meditation. By the time five thirty rolled around, my house smelled lovely and i was an utterly sweaty mess. I took a moment, ordered the pizza~veggie and then hustled to the bathroom to shower. I damn sure didn't want Amanda catching me smelling of comet or bleach!

I had just slipped into a loose pair of sweats and a white wife beater when I heard the knock on the door. Running fingers through my hair, I hustled over and opened it, surprised beyond words to see Amanda there, all ready. Six o clock had just been a guide line. I wondered then if she were just as confused about our coming together as I was.

"Hello, baby girl. Come on in. Pizza should be on it's way."

It was both the easiest, and hardest, thing ever to reach out and grab her hand, but I did it. And once I did so? Once, I tugged her inside, I wondered why it felt so much like coming home.

 

[Sasha25]

How did she make looking calm and beautiful so easy?

"Hello, baby girl. Come on in. Pizza should be on it's way."

And why did it make me melt completely inside when she called me "baby girl"? I gripped her hand as she led me in, and sat on the couch beside as she did. I could have stayed a few feet away on the couch to face her, or even a few inches away, but since I didn't want to let go of her hand, we were thigh to thigh, and I had to turn my head a little to gaze at her.

Her features, her scent, the feel of her hand came into sharp focus, and our scene in the afternoon seemed far away. I felt the cliche heart and stomach fluttering that I did on my first date with a girl, years before. I didn't let go; I didn't want to. I opened and closed my mouth a few times before I manage to find any useful words.

"I... I wrote in my journal. Twice, actually. Once before my nap and once after. I know you said that I should nap first, but I knew I'd forget some of my thoughts if I went right to sleep. And I would have slept all evening and night, if I hadn't set my alarm." I blushed, then stopped. "I'll bring that journal over if you want to look at it."

Lorena just gazed at me, saying nothing, searching me. Was she trying to understand me? Just listening?

"This afternoon was the most intense sexual experience of my life. I didn't think I could ever orgasm that hard. And yet, I feel like, it's only the beginning. Isn't it?"

I could hold back a huge note of hope in my voice. Then I blush scarlet and broke the contact of her eyes. It was like looking into a warm lamplight.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I listened to her, as she spoke on writing in the journal, and wanted to cuddle her. She was trying so hard and learning so much, all the time. Attempting to integrate all of the learning was a process, one she was navigating on instinct. It showed her amazingly facile nature to advantage and she didn't even know it.

The heat of her body, pressed close to mine, relaxed me. I hadn't realized how scared I was of her running, pulling away, until she had shown up, at my door. There was a part, very small and shrinking fast, that was terrified I would push her before she was ready and she would go, never to return.

So her lithe, limber frame, her delicate hands, her heat...reassured me in ways that no bottom would ever understand and any Top could plainly see, if there were any here to look, besides myself. I shrugged that thought off but kept my eyes trained on her, marveling at her beauty and her blushes.

And then her question hit me and I pondered for a moment, adding up what we had done and what I wanted to teach her. There was so much more for us to discover, about one another. I couldn't begin to express just how much more there was. Yet, she only needed a simple answer.

"Oh, yes, baby girl. This IS only the beginning. We have much more journeying to do."

Just then, the door bell rang. I jumped up, my hand moving automatically to her hair and tangling in it's length. I tugged once and leaned down to capture her mouth with my own in a soft kiss.

"Pizza. Meet me in the kitchen."

Another tug and then I moved off to get our food and to calm my galloping heart. We had time...lots of time and I wanted to make the most of it. I would make the most of it.

 

[Sasha25]

I didn't move right away after the command, the tug and the soft, sweet kiss. I was washing in a wave of joy. I didn't even know why it was so strong. How did such a kiss make me so weak?

"We have much more journeying to do."

I thought that if I rose at the moment, I might be dizzy, so I sat for a moment to breathe, though my eye locked on Lorena's back. Did she know what she was doing to me? Of course not. Maybe I should tell her. Maybe I should tell her that suddenly I felt like I was on a roller coaster, speeding on the down slope, unable to stop and Lorena herself was at the bottom.

I stood slowly and was glad that I wasn't dizzy and I didn't wobble. I moved slowly towards the kitchen, where Lorena was returning with the pizza, I quickly went to set the table, very flushed, but smiling. I set the table, remembering where everything was in the kitchen, from the last meal we share.

Then I sat quietly, looking eager, as I was very, very hungry. We had done so much together with so few words, I had a hard time wanting to break that silence and start speaking my mind. I wanted to say, "I like you. A lot," but that sounded so childish. I wanted to go right back to the couch and kiss her madly. I wanted to take her back to my apartment and cuddle up in my own space. I felt so vulnerable around her, but yet, I was protected by her too.

My chest was rising and falling hard with all these thought as I got a whiff of the pizza, and hunger took over my mind. I was grateful for it. I wanted to be so perfect that I had a sudden crisis on whether to use a knife and fork, or use my hands. I think the moment of panic showed on my face, and I turned away as the box of pizza opened.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

We ate in silence, after I motioned for Amanda to dig in. She had looked a bit like a deer caught in the head lights, almost as if her brain over loaded and she couldn't remember how one ate a slice of pizza. I had smiled at her, put two slices on my plate and picked one up. She soon followed suit.

Words were not needed, nor were they welcome, not while food was being eaten. I relished the quiet, broken only by the occasional noise of drinking or (even more sensual, because it was so rare) Amanda's quiet moans of appreciation. Finally, when the last little bit had been stuffed into the odd corners of our respective bellies, I stood up from the table and grabbed both of our plates.

Amanda moved as well, refilling our glasses without being told, sliding our half empty pizza box into the bottom of the fridge and waiting until I had placed the plates in the dishwasher and wiped everything off~ table, counter tops, what have you. Eventually, I was finished and so was she. With no thought, I reached for my glass with one hand and reached for her hand with the other one.

"Now, we can relax...."

I debated the next step but finally I decided~I tugged her after me, through the living room, and my den, up the stairs, and into my bedroom. My bedroom was almost disgustingly feminine~pale peach and white satin sheets and comforter, tons of pillows, the woods all light colored and natural. Windows were covered with pale gauze curtains and every where, there were mirrors.

I dropped her hand and turned away, my eyes focusing on the stereo that sat in the small alcove beside my bed. Quick fingers found a good mellow jazz station and adjusted the volume so that the music would ease conversation, not hinder it. Finally, I turned to her and grinned~wide, slightly wicked, very welcoming.

"Step into my parlor, said the spider to the fly....though I promise I will release you should you but ask. This is my personal, very private space. Make yourself comfortable. We could talk if you want to but...honestly? I just want to hold you...and maybe sleep. What would you like?"

 

[Sasha25]

I stared around the space. I didn't seem to fit what I knew of Lorena, and that just made me understand that I didn't know much yet. Our playing has been at almost an arm's length, through the guise of teacher and student, but now that had fallen away.

Complex. The word for Lorena that fit best, and that made her even more impossibly attractive. That she invited me into her most private space and was offering so much more than hours in a private room in a public space.

As the music washed over me, I crossed the small space between and took not one, but both of her hands and squeezed. That smile, so full of her complexity, made me lean in and kiss her cheek. What I wanted? There was too much to utter, and not enough words to be adequate. I choose what I did say very carefully, since I had learned already that simple was best, and silence spoke more than speech.

"I just want to be near you, Lorena. If I rested her, in your bed, in your arms, held tightly, in beautiful silence, I might never sleep, or I might dream years away." I didn't know where this poetry was coming from, and if she would think it silly, but I couldn't stop it. "I want to be in your space, and I want to show you mine, one day, hopefully soon."

I leaned in again and kissed her lips, softly, parted just a fraction. Something I wanted to do all day, the first I initiated with her. I wanted her to lift me up and carry me, drop me into the bed that was inches away. I was falling, and I knew I couldn't stop. Something had to catch me.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I blushed. Can you believe it? The pretty girl had reduced me to blushing. Was it her words? The sweet little kiss? Hell, I don't know. I have yet to figure it out. All I knew then, all I know now, was that I blushed.

I led Amanda to the bed, and knelt to remove her footwear, before kicking off my own. I wanted nothing more than to lay down with her, listen to music and sleep for a while. Just to see if she was as good at snuggling as I was. When her shoes had been set aside, I stood up and stripped down to a sports bra and boy cut panties in plain black cotton.

"Get comfy, baby girl."

I wasn't aiming for romance. Things were already so intensely surreal that anything additional would smack of seduction. Romance wasn't in the cards, at least not yet. Yet, while she made herself comfortable, I lit my two favorite candles and an incense cone. All three wafted the slightly sweet smell of vanilla all around my space and went perfectly with the mellow saxophone playing on the radio. Eventually, I turned the lights off...and we were enveloped in flickering, sweet smelling twilight. It looked romantic. Hell it felt romantic. Didn't matter.

I slipped into the bed and lay on my side, waiting for her to join me. Once she did, I aligned us, her back to my front, my smaller lusher body folding around hers in a protective hold. One arm lay beneath her neck, the other curved round her flat belly. I inhaled her scent, deeply and sighed. This...this is what I wanted. My eyes...closed.

"Try to rest for a while, little love. You feel...good."

 

[Sasha25]

As Lorena stripped down to her sports bra and boyshorts, my mind went blank, blissfully blank. There wasn't anything to thing about. Lorena was leading the way and she seemed to be uncanny at anticipating at what I needed, if it wasn't exactly what I wanted. I pulled off my t-shirt and slipped off my jeans.

I slid onto the bed and back up against her naked, the soft vanilla scent relaxing the last vestige of tension from my mind. With her arms under and around me, I placed one arm against me, hand under my head and against her arm. The other moved over her arm, grasping the hand that rested near my belly.

"Try to rest for a while, little love. You feel...good."

I made some kind of soft murmur that wasn't words. It was just pure happiness and pleasure. I took another moment to snuggle back into Lorena, until I felt perfect, then closed my eyes. I fell almost immediately into a doze, and knew nothing more except that I felt perfectly safe.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I awakened near midnight, Amanda still snuggled close. My body felt fully charged, fully refreshed and I was....happy? I took stock for a moment, debating the truth of that thought. I was calm, centered, and at peace. Yes. I was happy. A smile and then I began the process of disentangling our limbs so that I could slip from our little cocoon.

Amanda sighed, just once and rolled over, facing toward me. My eyes fastened on her pale flesh~ the slight frown line that marred her pretty forehead, the quirk of her mouth, She looked...beautiful and so very relaxed. I didn't want to wake her. I knew I should. She had work tomorrow. So did I.

"Amanda? It's midnight. You are welcome to stay but I figured I should attempt to wake you. Amanda?"

My hand reached out and touched her mouth, her face, smoothing away the slight imperfections. She looked so very content. Finally, I decided. I would let her sleep. This first night, with nothing expected. It was a relief. Standing up, I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. Going to sleep with pizza breath almost guaranteed nasty mouth upon awaking. Not good.

When I returned to the bedroom, I set the alarm clock for 5 am and turned the alarm on. That way, we would have time to get ready for the gym before she went home. Last but not least, I slipped out of my under clothing. Finally, I rerurned to the bed and set about making us comfortable.

Sleep returned quickly and I went under.

~~~~~~​

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

"Rise and shine, baby girl. We meed to hit the gym before work."

 

[Sasha25]

A buzz? That wasn't my normal alarm. Oh, for Goddness sakes, I need a few hits of the snooze. I reach out groping for it, but it wasn't in it's right spot. I turned to my side and was face to face with a beautiful woman.

"Holy shit!" I squeal and sat up, suddenly aware that I was naked, and that she was naked.

"Lorena? I... fell asleep. I..." I put my hand over my mouth. "I've got morning breath!" I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, seeing mouthwash I did a quick swish and spat it out into the sink. I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was mussed, eyes full of sleep, but I was smiling. Unconsciously, softly smiling.

I turned and went back to the bedroom, seeing Lorena staring at me, laying on her side, smiling, a Goddess in bed. I leaned against the door frame.

"I don't have anything to wear to work out in. I just have my tshirt and jeans. I don't even have underwear. Could I borrow a pair of shorts and sneakers at least?" I didn't say the three dozen other things I wanted to say. That I thought she was the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen. That I wanted to spend the day in bed with her. That I wanted her to bend me over and fucking me with a dildo big enough to stretch me and make me scream. I could feel my nipples hardening and force myself to think about working out.

It didn't help at all.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I had to force the laughter away. Poor girl. So mussed, so needy, so unsure of herself. I watched, nevertheless, my eyes gleaming delightedly, loving the way her limber frame bounced and jiggled as she tried to figure out what she was doing and how to do it.

"Baby girl? Breathe. I set the alarm so early so you would have time to go home and get your things. You can come back here after you shower and slip into work out clothing...by then I will be ready and we can go to the gym, together. I usually jog. You can run with me. We will work out, you can come back here, pick up your car and ske-daddle home to get ready for work. OK?"

I slid from the bed then and strode to her side. Going up on tip toe, my fingers latched onto her hair and I tugged her mouth down to mine, kissing her once, deeply. Tongue tip darted out, tasting her full bottom lip and my right hand slid from her hair and down...to cup her ass. I released her all at once, and stepped back.

"Now throw your clothes on and go get ready. I will be waiting for you...no later than 5:45...so drive safely and quickly...bathe, change, grab a banana. a yogurt, some milk or water...and get back here."

With a wide grin, I turned around and went to my dresser, gathering my work out sweats. She was gone by the time I turned around again. I love a woman who doesn't hesitate....

 

[Sasha25]

"Now throw your clothes on and go get ready. I will be waiting for you...no later than 5:45...so drive safely and quickly...bathe, change, grab a banana. a yogurt, some milk or water...and get back here."

The things Lorena said were the last things I wanted to do. I wanted to bend over, keep her hands on my ass, be taken, spanked, made to scream dirty things. Her kiss and touch did that, every time. However, there was a time and place, and Lorena knew that best. I threw on my clothes, and not risking another kiss, I threw her the most radiant look I could at 5 am, then dash and drove home.

I threw on workout clothes, ate a banana and drank some water, and set out clothes for after working out. A blue skirt, a cream top, underwear and stockings, low heels. Something gentle and feminine, with the hint of seduction. I stared at it, then grabbed the lot and put it in the car with me, with a small travel toiletry bag. I didn't bother with a shower, thinking I would take a longer one later. Perhaps with...

Driving back, I saw Lorena ready, and I joined her ready to run. We jogged to the gym, she went her way, I went mine. I was exhilarated and sweaty and found that in my third class, I was better able to handle the intensity. I wasn't as out of breath when I returned to Lorena outside, ready to jog home.

We found ourselves in front of my car. I paused. I didn't want to push, but it would save time. I could try that tack.

"I brought all my work things here, Lorena. I could shower here. It would actually save me some time. I can go home too. It's up to you. I though we could share a shower..."

I wasn't trying to force things forwards, just take the chance that something would happen. Damn it, I just wanted to be near her, even if we showered separately. She looked at me, those deep, dark eyes. She had a plan, I guess, and I might be disturbing it. I didn't care. I wasn't just going to follow, I wanted some say. I wanted to kiss her, to touch her, to see her in her glory.

My breathing was fast, though I wasn't running. I knew my desire and excitement was obvious. It was for her to choose yes or no.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The gym run, the work out, the return. All had went as I had planned and then? Amanda threw me for a loop. She asked to stay, to shower with me, spend just a bit more time, have a bit more closeness. I had told her what I wanted her to do but...and this was a big BUT...she needed just a bit more. Did I have it with in me to give it?

I took stock of the situation, of my inner thoughts, of her~my head tilted slightly to the left. One hand rose to touch her chin...and so I allowed it, focusing the strength of my gaze upon her. Keeping her trapped for long moments as I debated, internally. Finally, I spoke.

"I had wanted you to go home because sharing my personal space is something I don't do very often or very well. So, we will shower together. You will wash yourself and then me. You will make yourself presentable for work. We will not talk because this time was meant for me...but I know that you need more closeness before reality claims you. I will give you what I can...but words will not be a part of it. Understood?"

I waited, my eyes trained upon her face, a slight frown that I couldn't erase marring my forehead. It was too soon for the amount of closeness I was giving to someone who would eventually leave me behind...but I couldn't say NO...not that and mean it. This compromise was the best I could do. I hope she would see it that way.Another statement of what she wanted would make me very irate. And THAT wouldn't be good for her...or myself, not at all.

 

[Sasha25]

The forcefulness of the statement brought me back to earth, hard. No speaking. The frown on Lorena's face spoke more than that. I again had pushed against the ideas that Lorena's had moving forwards.

Something else clicked in my brain, more important than submission, control, or anything else like that. Lorena's was letting me into her personal space. Something she didn't do very much with anyone, let alone a near stranger.

"Thank you, Lorena, I won't say a word. It means a lot that you are sharing this with me."

I didn't want to say more to risk what she was offering. I couldn't say that what she was offering wasn't close to what I had pushed for, yet, it was more, far more than I could have hoped. She hadn't refused me, and she had every right to.

I quickly gathered my clothes and personal items and followed her in. I left my clothes hanging on the knob of the front door, and walked behind Lorena silently. She turned on the water, the steam started to rise and I peeled out of my clothes. Now that this was on her terms, in her space, I was hesitating. I made every movement carefully, tentatively, and stepped into the shower only after she did. I let her rinse of the sweat, before she allowed me to do the same. I too my puff and added gel, and washed quickly, letting her back under the spray. I hurried, trying to hold at bay any thoughts of admiration of her body, the needs of my own, or anything else.

I washed my face, then my hair, then waited for her approval to start. I didn't know how she liked to wash, so I thought it best to wait for instructions.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

We went inside and I led her through my home with nary a word. What would have been the point of that, after telling her that we would remain silent? I listened as she put her things up and then stripped down before starting the shower. Heat, I needed heat.

I stepped in and she followed a few hesitant moments later, her pale body partially hidden by the steam my shower produced. She washed herself thoroughly but quickly, taking just a bit longer with her hair. The mass required serious scrubbing but soon enough, she was done and blinking down at me, owlishly. She was waiting for instructions?

I washed my own face, using my favorite face cloth for the task and then handed her a loofah with my signature scented soap~cinnamon, sandalwood and a hint of vanilla. My voice was just loud enough to be heard over the pounding of the spray.

"Start at my neck and work your way down. When you reach the tops of my feet, I will turn away. Repeat the process~neck down to my heels. I will lift my feet then. Afterward, you may get out and start drying off. I will join you in my room when I am finished."

Amanda went to work, washing me diligently. I moved when I was supposed to, making her task easier, rinsing my front as she scrubbed my back. Once my feet were cleansed, she stepped from the shower and wrapped a towel around herself. I sighed, once, deeply...and then proceeded to wash my hair. I needed this time...I needed the bliss of no words.

When I finished, I turned off the shower and wrapped myself in a large, fluffy towel. I entered the bedroom and watched her as she attempted to quietly, and quickly, pull herself together. A few steps brought me to her side. One hand went to her hair, touching the damp strands, the other curled around her waist and pulled her close. My head raised and so did I, up on tip toe to kiss her, just once, softly. Then I released her and moved away, toward my closet.

"Once you are finished dressing, go to the kitchen and find yourself something to eat. If you would, please make two pieces of whole wheat toast and pull the strawberry preserves from my fridge along with the butter. Pour me a glass of OJ as well. We will eat together."

I didn't wait to see if she would speak. She wouldn't. She had what she wanted, to a point...and so did I. Not a bad compromise, when all was said and done. I smiled to myself and looked for something to wear.

 

[Sasha25]

I was full of an unpleasant tension as I carefully ashed Lorena, which was only release after I was half dressed and she kissed me softly. I felt like I wanted to collapse onto the bed with the release of it, but I simply nodded and pulled on my stockings. I gathered all my dirty clothes, as Lorena searched for clothes, and placed everything by the front door, before heading into the kitchen.

Everything necessary for breakfast was easy to find, and I decided to have what Lorena requested. As the bread toasted, I poured two glasses of OJ and placed the preserves and butter on the table, with plates and knives.

There was something soothing about simple tasks. That had always been true for me. Dishes, laundry, cooking. I could lose my stressful thoughts in simple things, but this morning, it wasn't working. I sat waiting for Lorena, wondering if I had pushed to far again. No, she had allowed me in, within her own limits, and has seemed happy after the shower.

I had to take things carefully and not be demanding, not to push Lorena when she was the one to be pushing me. I lowered my face into my hands. Confusion was starting to set in, about what I wanted, what I needed, and where Lorena and I were going. I heard footsteps and quickly lifted my head, attempting to pass over my posture as tiredness and rubbing my eyes.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I dressed. Fitted linen slacks in navy, a dark red men's button down, navy silk tie, dark red leather heels. I applied my eyeliner with a light hand and added just a bit of mascara and then went to the kitchen. Amanda sat in a chair, her eyes closed, hands rubbing them, a slight frown marring the imperfect perfection of her face.

The table had been set, toast and orange juice in place, all the needed pots and silverware placed squarely between the two place settings. I smiled slightly and sank into a chair, reaching for the knife to spread butter onto my toast.

"Thank you, baby girl. Stop stressing. I can see that you are and there is no need. The last time I required quiet was after our scene. You will get used to my ways soon enough. We are both learning, about one another and ourselves. No need to worry or freak out. Now, eat."

Silence descended as we both applied ourselves to the tasks at hand. Soon enough, the food was gone, the table empty and the kitchen spotless. I rose then and held out a hand for her.

"Now, I require a kiss that is not taken, but given, and then I want you to head out. I need to get ready to go, myself. An early arrival means I get leave early, as well. I have some plans to finalize today...so I will call you around 7 this evening. Yes?"

 

[Sasha25]

"Now, I require a kiss that is not taken, but given, and then I want you to head out. I need to get ready to go, myself. An early arrival means I get leave early, as well. I have some plans to finalize today...so I will call you around 7 this evening. Yes?"

I reached out and took her hand and squeezed. I still felt tense, despite her reassurances, but her request for a kiss touched me. I reached up with my free hand, to touch her jaw, tracing it with a finger. Leaning in, I brushed her lips at first, and then kissed her passionately, pouring my tension out into her mouth. The grip of her hand on mine became stronger as I whimpered.

I didn't want to build it too much, to lose control, so I calm, back to brushing lips, then stepped away.

"Have a lovely day, Lorena. 7 tonight? I'll be waiting." I gave an almost shy smile, then grabbed my dirty clothes from the entrance and went quickly to my car. Feeling incredibly rested and happy, I went to work, and again worked so efficiently that I was done with to-do things just after lunch, so I decided to tackle a new project that none in the office really wanted to touch. Something very complicated, involving a lot of phone calls and organizing. My superior was shocked, as I had never show such initiative before, and paid me quite a few compliments, which only increased my positive feeling.

Feeling ravenous by the time my work day was over, I decided on getting a salad from the local market, adding all my favorites, and went home to devour it. For our last several meetings, Lorena has asked me to dress comfortably, so after finishing dinner, I changed out of my work attire, and put on a comfy tee and yoga pants, and brushed out my hair. I opened one of the windows so that there was a cool, soft breeze blowing in.

After I had gotten out all the tangle, I got a glass of water and looked out onto the evening. Despite the tension, the stress, the confusion I had felt this morning, I felt a growing sense of peace. It wasn't until I thought about how I felt before I had gone to that house party, that I realized I had been carrying a small knot in my stomach for months, even years. It was if I knew, subconsciously I was on the wrong track.

So what was the right track? Was it Lorena? Was it submission? I would have to talk to her about it. And just as that thought had registered, my cell phone rang.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The day was crazy busy. So busy that I didn't leave work as early as I would have liked. It also meant that I didn't have time to accomplish all that needed to be done at the club before going home. In other words, I bounced from place to place and and rushed my butt off, all while feeling as if I was accomplishing absolutely NOTHING. Of course, the plans were coming along perfectly for Amanda's coming out party. I didn't really need to stress it, but I wanted perfection for her. I needed it, for myself.

By the time I made it home, I was dragging ass. It was already after five, and I still had not eaten, nor showered. I ordered something for pick up from a near by Thai place before heading to the shower. Clothes were tossed willy-nilly as I stripped down. After all, I didn't plan on having any company this evening.

Soon enough, I was clean and dressed in comfortable sweats and a tee shirt, my short hair finger combed into a semblance of normalcy. I picked up my clothing, tossed it all into the bedroom, grabbed my car keys and headed out to pick up dinner. Upon my return, I glanced at the clock. A half hour to go before I needed to call Amanda and then maybe I could rest.

I ate quickly, cleaned up my mess, tossed empty containers and rinsed my plate and silverware. Finally, I could stop moving and vegetate. My eyes went back to the wall clock. Seven, exactly. Fingers plucked my cell phone up and dialed her number. I knew she would answer within a few rings and she did not disappoint.

"I had planned on spending some time with you this evening, at least by phone, but I find myself far too tired to do so. I took the day off tomorrow as I am feeling kinda run down or emotional..**** drop, I suppose. Anyway, I did NOT want to break my promise to you but I am worn out. So instead of being a grump and forcing a conversation that I am too tired to enjoy, I will call this one an early night and call you tomorrow. OK?"

I heard her soft answer and said good bye. The phone dropped from nerveless fingers. That was it. I was done for. I never even made it to my bedroom. Instead, the pressure, the headache, the tiredness? Dropped me into slumber, without a by your leave. Thank goodness, I had bought a comfortable couch.