A Small Town Girl

Hello, another Monday and I'm not sure where the last week has gone.  The icks are dragging on and on and although I feel better, I have absolutely no energy and I'm lazing around.  I guess while you're working you force yourself to 'buckle up' but once retired it's "I guess I'll laze around today." I've done very little in the way of anything.  It's coming to a halt though, we're hosting a Mardi Gras party Tuesday night and I best get my you know what in gear.

I had full intentions of writing a story for this week.  I was actually at the computer and somehow the next thing I knew I was staring at a list of my Sunny's Girls Tales and this story popped up.  I enjoyed reading it and decided that maybe you would like another walk down memory lane - so here is "A Small Town Girl."


SMALL TOWN GIRL

Kyle Michaels driving home after a long shift as a Camp Counselor at CampCahuega, thinking he hated that summer was almost over but excited about the following week. Off to college next week on a basketball scholarship, his whole life was about to change. For now though, it was one of those perfect summer evenings, and as he drove along in his brother’s hand me down Plymouth convertible, the wind ruffling through his hair and his favorite station playing on the radio, for him life was as good as it gets.

Suddenly, out of the darkness, someone jumped out in front of the car. He slammed on the brakes and swerved to the left, barely missing the person.  He was cursing about the stupidity of the action when he saw it was a young girl.

“Help, please, help.” she yelled at him.  He steered the car to the side of the rode and hopped out as she ran to him.

“I need help, come quick,” as she grabbed his hand and pulled him into the wooded glen.As they raced along the pine covered trail, he noticed the girl was soaking wet and barefoot but it didn’t slow her down at all.  When they reached the river, he saw the predicament.  Someone else was clinging to a tree limb overhanging the riverbank.

“Hang on, Sarah, we’re coming.”

The swollen river, fueled by a couple of days of heavy rain, was flowing rapidly.  Kyle immediately dove in.  A strong swimmer, it only took him seconds to reach the stranded girl and pull her to shore.

“What the hell are you two doing out here in the dark.  Don’t you know it’s dangerous even in the daytime.  Didn’t you see the warning sign about dangerous currents?”  Kyle practically screamed at them.

He knew he was spitting out one question after another but this whole dangerous situation made him angry. He could have killed that girl that jumped in front of his car and then the recklessness of swimming alone in a deserted area in the dark of night had caused his temper to boil over.  He noticed the girls shaking and as he calmed down, he too felt the chill of the breeze on his wet skin.  He herded them toward his car where he had a blanket and a jacket to offer.

“Get in the car,” he directed them.  They hesitated.

“Now you’re worried about getting into the car with a stranger after the stunt you just pulled.  The two of you deserve a good hard spanking.”

The girls looked at each other and jumped into the back seat.  Kyle got in, put up the top and cranked on the heater. Turning around to face them huddled together under the blanket he finally asked them their names and where they lived.

“I’m Brenda Davis,” said the one who jumped in front of the car, “and this is Sarah Miller.  We’re cousins and are visiting our grandparents who live over on Old Mill Road.”

“Why that has to be over a mile from here, how did you get here?”

“We were tubing.”

“In the river, in the dark without life jackets, do you have any brains at all?” he asked incredulously.

“Listen, Buster.  We’ve just had a harrowing experience and don’t need to be scolded, so  just take us home,” Brenda told him.

Kyle couldn’t believe what he just heard.  Before he did something he was going to be truly sorry for, he turned the car around and headed toward Old Mill Road.  Turning left on Old Mill road, Brenda directed him to their grandparent’s house. At one time, it belonged to Otis Anderson, but it had been sold after his death, and although he didn’t know the new owner, maybe his parents did.

He stopped the car and stepped around to open the passenger door.  He started to walk them to the door and Brenda snippily told him that wouldn’t be necessary.

“I don’t know how they do things where you’re from, but here a gentleman always escorts a lady, and I’m using that term loosely, to the door and sees her safely inside.”  He heard Sarah snicker and the loud hmpf from Brenda. 

Brenda walked in first, with Sarah following.  She handed him his blanket, said thank you for coming to their rescue, then slowly closed the door, leaving him standing there.  Shaking his head, he walked to the car and drove the rest of the way home.

FAST FORWARD TEN YEARS

Kyle Michaels came back to Haven Port to spend Labor Day with his folks at their annual end of summer party. After college, he took a job in the city but managed to get back to Haven Port every couple of months. He was always on the lookout for any job within fifty miles of Haven Port and if something came up, he would move back in a heartbeat. 

His folks, always happy to have him home, took him to dinner the night of his arrival.

“Mom, I eat out all the time.  I was looking forward to some home-cooked meals,” he told her.

“Sorry, about that, but what with getting ready for the party tomorrow, I didn’t have the time or the space to worry about dinner tonight.  You’ll just have to come home more often or find yourself a wife.”

“Let’s not start that, please.”  He laughed at his mother’s frown.

They went to Jack’s Son’s Hole in the Wall.  It was an institution in HavenPort and practically the town center.  If you needed or wanted to hear or catch up on the latest news, you were bound to learn about it at the Hole as the locals called the place. They stopped and said hello to everyone along the way to their table. She handed them menus and said their server would be right with them.

“Mom, do you know our hostess’ name.  She looks familiar.”

“Honey, that’s Brenda Davis.  Her grandparents live over on Old Mill Road, and she moved here shortly after Millicent Davis suffered a stroke.  I think you were in college at the time.  Anyway, she lives here now.”

“I thought she looked familiar.”

“Honey, I don’t think you know her; she didn’t move here until after you left.”

“Oh, no. The summer I left for college she was here visiting her grandparents.  She and a cousin decided to go river tubing at night and ended up in trouble.  Luckily, I happened along, helped them out and drove them home.  She was a snippy little brat.”

“Well, she’s grown up now.”

“She sure is.” As she walked away, he noticed the sway of her long ponytail swishing back and forth across a cute little ass.  He remembered wanting to spank that ass because she was such a brat. 

On the way out of the restaurant, Brenda Davis still armed the Hostess Desk. Kyle couldn’t resist.

“Have you done any more nighttime river tubing?” he asked.

“Excuse me, do I know you.”

“I’m not sure knowing me is the exact term, but my name is Kyle Michaels and I was the one who rescued your cousin the night of your teenage tubing adventure.”

“OMG.  I never even thanked you.    I was so scared I just wanted to get home and feel safe. The next day, I realized I didn’t know your name, or where you lived. Let me buy you dinner to thank you for that evening, I feel it’s only right having behaved so badly.”

“You definitely were a brat.  I’ll tell you what, my folks are having an end of summer party tomorrow, why don’t you stop by.  We can talk about dinner then.”

“I’ll be sure to stop by.   The Michaels place over on Heritage Drive, correct.”

“I do love small towns, yes that’s the place.  I’ll see you tomorrow,” Kyle told her.   

People had been coming and going to the Michaels party all day.  Kyle had kept an eye out for Brenda but hadn’t seen her make an appearance.  He kept busy though, an eligible bachelor who was tall, tanned and charming, wasn’t at a loss for female company.  A steady stream of ladies sought him out, some old friends among them but mostly newbies, at least to him.  Since he only visited Haven Point, he had no intention of getting involved with any of them.  He dated often, but hadn’t yet found anyone to hold his interest beyond a few months.  Apparently, his dating pool wasn’t wide enough, and he should cast a larger net because he kept meeting the same woman with different names.

He was standing in the corner talking to an old high-school chum when he saw her enter the deck.  She must have come from work because she wasn’t dressed as casually as the other party-goers.  He excused himself and walked over to her.

“Hello, Brenda.  Glad you could make it.”

“Thank you Kyle.  It would have been rude of me not to, especially after the last time.”

“I think we can chalk that up to teenage angst, don’t you?”

“I’d like that, then we can start fresh.  I haven’t seen you since that evening, not that I’m sure I would have recognized you except for your memory jog, but I assume you no longer live in Haven Port.”

“No, I left for college right after our initial encounter and after college took a job in the city.  I love it here though and wouldn’t mind living here.  It was a good place to grow up and judging by my parents, a good place to grow old.”

“I agree with you about a good place to live.  I came temporarily and ended up permanent.  It’s not the best place for an unattached female however.  I think all the good men leave and then come back with a city girl.”

Kyle laughed at her comment.  “I haven’t found that city girl, so I guess I can’t come back to stay yet,” he joked.

They continued to banter back and forth, and Kyle enjoyed her company. He learned she was in her sophomore year of college when she came back to care for her grandmother. She had a degree in Art History and when she wasn’t working at the restaurant, used her time to pursue her passion of painting. The library had some of her work on display, and she was the featured artist in the courthouse this month. She told him she sold her work at local shows and hoped that one of these days she’d be discovered by some visiting gallery owner and would no longer be a starving artist.

“I’m really not starving. The restaurant job pays the bills and gives me the days to work on my art and that is what soothes my soul.”

 “I would love to see some of your work.”

“See my etchings, huh.  That line is even too old for you,” she laughed.

“Too old, huh.  What do you think I am, ancient?”

She rolled her eyes at him.  “Would I say that to such a chivalrous gentleman?”

“I’m not too senile to know when I’m being pricked.  Watch out, because I spank spunky  girls.”

“So you said once before.  So far, all you’ve done is threaten.”

“Girl, you don’t want to go down that road.”

“Maybe, I do,” She took a sip of her drink.

Taken aback, Kyle just looked at her.  “Left you speechless, did I?” she asked.

“Yes, you did.  I think this conversation should be continued over dinner.  Are you ready to leave now?”

“It’s your party.”  He found his dad and said he was leaving and didn’t know when he would be back.  He had no idea where this evening would end, but he was going to enjoy the explorations.

He drove to River’s Edge a quaint restaurant, not far out of town.  He asked for a quiet table outside.

“Shall we order a bottle of wine?” he asked.

“Do you need alcohol to continue our earlier conversation?”

“I don’t, do you?” He smiled back.  He had never had a conversation like this before.

“No, I don’t.  You probably think I’m forward, but I know what I want and life is too short to play games.  I’m pretty choosy with whom I share my ‘kink’. I live in a small town, but I think you are a gentleman and aren’t into kiss and tell; I hope I’m not wrong.

“You’re not wrong.  I’ll say one thing, you are different than any girl I’ve ever met.  Girls are usually not quite as upfront with what they want.  Right now though, I want dinner, I’m starving.  How about you?”

“Dinner is fine, and then I’ll tell you what I want for dessert.”

Kyle had a feeling he knew exactly what she wanted for dessert, and he would be only to happy to deliver. He chuckled to himself. Brandy surprised him again by ordering a steak, baked potato and asparagus and ate every bite. Such an interesting girl. Most girls ordered a full dinner and then played around with it the whole time.  He hated that.

When the server came to clear the plates and handed her the dessert menu, her answer surprised him.

“I know what I’m having for dessert, and it isn’t on the menu, but thank you anyway.”

She turned to Kyle and asked him if he was ready for dessert.

“Quite ready.”

“Since I’m staying at my parents, do you have a place of your own or should I be looking for a hotel room somewhere?”

“Out on Old Mill Road, you remember right. I have my own garage apartment, not to worry. We won’t disturb or be disturbed.”

Arriving at the house, she directed him to the back. She ran up the stairs to the apartment. At the top, she crooked her finger toward him, turned around and stuck out her bum. His pants tightened.

“You really are something, Ms. Davis.  I’m going to enjoy spanking that pert little bottom.”

“Talk is cheap.”

“That’s it.”  She watched him roll up his sleeves and felt the tingling in her tummy while her bottom clenched in anticipation of what was to come.  “Do you need a lecture or a reason for me to spank you or do we just get to it.”

“If you’re the kind of man I think you are, you’re in charge so whether this is the first or last time, either by my choice or yours, it is up to you.”

He slowly pulled her sundress over her head, grazing her breast on the way.  His hands snaked down her body, rolling her panties off her hips and down her thighs, calves, and ankles.  He smacked her legs.

“Step out.” He ordered.  She hesitated for just a moment, and he smacked her ass hard and she sucked in her breath.

“Go stand in that corner, nose to the wall, while I decide what I am going to do with you,” he ordered.  Her body twitched. He moved a kitchen chair to the middle of the floor, making sure to make enough noise to see if she would react. If she sneaked a look he would smack her again. She didn’t.   After a few moments, he called her to him and made her stand between his legs.  Naked and vulnerable, she didn’t look as sure of herself as she had earlier.

He lifted her chin to look at him, but she kept her eyes downcast.  “Look at me! I’ve decided I’m going to give you the spanking you deserved the night we first met. You certainly had it coming for your reckless behavior as well as being an absolute brat. What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Nothing, sir.”  He liked that response; it made him feel dominant, and he needed that because this was a totally new experience for him. Other spankings had always been in the heat of the moment, not like this.

He pulled her over his knee and waited as she adjusted herself, hands on the rungs of the chair and toes touching the floor. He placed his hand on her creamy white globes and slowly began rubbing his hands up and down her back, her buttocks and her thighs.  He heard her sigh and that’s when he rained down the first smack.  The noise rang out in the quiet of the night.  He smacked her again and heard her sigh again.  The next ten smacks came one right after another, in the same spot in the middle of her ass.  As her ass started to pink, his pants started getting tighter.  He raised his knee, giving him some relief but not Brandy.  Now he had full access to the crease and laid another volley of hard spanks on her bottom.

He stopped spanking.  “How are you doing Brandy?”

“Fine, Sir.”

“Do you need me to continue?”

“By all means, Sir.”

He needed no further encouragement.  He spanked her hard, first on one cheek, then the other.  He could feel the heat in her bottom and switched to her thighs. When a particularly hard smack landed on her crease and caught part of her pussy, he felt her body go rigid and she cried out. He spanked the same area until she stopped shuddering and went back to spanking her bottom with his now wet hand. When his hand was about to fall off, he stopped.

“There, now tell me you’re sorry and you won’t be doing anything that reckless again.”

“I’m sorry, sir, and I won’t do anything that reckless again.”

“Get up and go stand back in the corner, with your hands on your head, until I tell you to turn around.”

Brandy walked to the corner.  There were red blotches all over her bottom, it had to be throbbing, and he yearned to rub away some of the sting, but he didn’t dare.  Five minutes later, he released her from the corner, not sure what to expect.

She came toward him.  “Thank you. I needed that.  I can see what you need, and I can help, if you’d like.”  Without waiting for an answer, she kneeled down, grabbed at his crotch, unzipped the zipper as his rock-hard penis sprang loose.  It didn’t take long for her to bring him over the edge. 

She stood up, went to the bathroom sink and brought him a wet cloth, and went back to the bathroom.  By the time she returned she wore a short robe and he could still see remnants of the spanking. He put himself back together and the chair back in place.  Not sure what to say or do, he didn’t have to worry.

“Thank you, Kyle.  I needed that and I think you needed the closure.  The next time you are back in Haven Port, we can do this again, if you like.”  She reached over, kissed him on the cheek and opened the door to the outside.

“Drive carefully.” He heard as the door closed behind him.  Definitely, the most interesting girl I’ve met so far. Who needs a city girl.

Hope you enjoyed.  I hardly ever read a story once it's finished, so sometimes they are new to me.  Funny, huh.  Anyway, see you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

The Treasure Box

Hi all.  Time got away from me this week and I have no story to post, so I'm going into the archives.

Sorry.

The Treasure Box

When I was a little girl I loved going to my Aunt Esther’s house.  She lived in a large old Victorian that she and her husband had inherited from her husband’s grandmother.  Of course, I didn’t know that at the time nor did I care.  I just loved the house, Aunt Esther, and Uncle Pete.  They were a childless couple and because I was the firstborn and their godchild,  they spoiled me rotten.  When I visited Aunt Esther’s I could run wild, stay up late, do whatever I wanted.  Needless to say,  I never wanted to leave Aunt Esther’s house.

One day when I was up in the attic I came across an old trunk.  The trunk was filled with what I considered costumes, some books filled with pictures of naked people in all different positions which didn’t interest me at the time, and all kinds of wooden and leather items, things that looked like small tops, long cylindrical things, along with what looked like a long stick with  strips on the end.  Because I was only ten at the time, I was most enchanted with the costumes.  I would dress up and parade around the attic until one day Uncle Pete happened to come into the attic and see me attired in what I thought was a very glamorous outfit along with the stick like wand.   He yelled for Aunt Esther to come up and when she saw me she began laughing much to Uncle Pete’s chagrin. I could tell he was embarrassed but Aunt Esther just very casually asked me to please take off the costume and put it back where I found it.  Later she explained to me that was the one item that was off limits to me.

The next time I went up into the attic, the trunk had a lock on it.  Needless to say, now I was more intrigued than before but although the trunk moved occasionally it was never unlocked again and I soon forgot it existed.

Aunt Esther and Uncle Pete died the year I was 18.  They died in a motorboat accident on the lake in front of their house.  The boat just exploded as Uncle Pete turned the key.  Lucky for me I wasn’t at Aunt Esther’s that weekend or I am sure to have been in the boat with them. 

That was the year I fell in love with Sam Thompson.  Sam usually worked with his dad on Saturday mornings but that particular weekend he and I had plans to go to the city for a concert that evening and decided to make a day of it.  I didn’t learn of the accident until we returned that night.   I was devastated.  My family tried consoling me by telling me they died as they had lived. Carefree and happy.  There wasn’t much left after the explosion except for the big floppy hat my aunt always wore to protect her from the sun.  For some strange reason, that hat was floating next to the dock completely unscathed. 

When the will was read, to nobody’s surprise but mine, the house and all of its contents were left to me. The attorney who handled the estate told me there was enough money left in trust for me to pay the taxes that would be due and the upkeep for a couple of years. Although I so loved the house I realized I would not be able to keep it but I couldn’t bear the thought of selling it either.  My parents stepped in and told me they would maintain the house until I made a decision and there was no rush. 

Four years later, I had graduated from college and Sam and I were married.  We decided we would live in the Old Victorian house and restore it to its former glory by doing a lot of the work ourselves.  We were both teachers, and although there wasn’t a lot of extra money, there were summer vacations and lots of time during the year for renovation.  Many of our friends would come over and join us so most of the time it was more like a party than work.  Sometime during this period Sam and I decided we would make the house into a Bed & Breakfast.  It was a perfect location and without much extra work on our part, it would pay for a lot of the upkeep on the old place. 

The plan for the house was to leave the living quarters on the first and second floor in tact, with the exception of adding a bathroom to each of the two bedrooms.  The rooms were large enough to accommodate a small bath in each.  The other two bedrooms would share a Jack n’ Jill bath and the lower floor would leave the dining room, living room, kitchen and small bath alone.  The entry hall accommodated the registration desk.  This left the basement for storage and the attic converted to our living space.  Any furniture that wasn’t going to be used got moved to the attic or basement.  Luckily for us, there was more than enough and the only household items we had to purchase were new linens for each of the bedrooms.  Once the commercial part of the house was completed and ready for guests, that took the better part of two years, we started work on our own quarters.  Up until then having a place to shower and a bed to sleep in (actually fall into) was our only priority. An outside stairway to the upper porch was extended to the attic.  When we broke through the outside wall there among all the other stuff that had been carted up for storage was the trunk I had found when I was a little girl. 

I dragged it out to the middle of the floor and saw that the lock was still in place.  I found a screwdriver and jimmied it open and all of my memories of that day came flooding back.  I saw Uncle Pete’s embarrassment and Aunt Esther’s amusement.  Now I knew why.  The trunk was filled with adult playthings.  Sexy costumes, corsets, fishnet stockings, garter belts, boots, sexy lingerie, spanking implements, books, pictures, etc..  To say they were adventurous would be an understatement.They must have tried to keep their playthings out of the way of little eyes and put them up in the attic for safekeeping never thinking my curiosity would let me find and explore their treasure chest.  I remember my outfit that day consisted of a see-through chemise, a feather boa and a pair of high-heeled, boots and I was using the flogger as a magic wand.  I sat there and wept tears of sadness and joy and was still there when Sam found me a long time later.

“Honey, are you alright?  I was calling for you and couldn’t find you.  Why are you crying? He asked tenderly.

“I’m crying for my Aunt and Uncle.  I am feeling sad and joyful.  Look what I found”

As he opened the trunk his eyes opened wider.  I told him about finding this trunk years ago and exploring its contents and what transpired after that.  I told him I had forgotten about it and just now discovering it brought back the joyous memories of my youth and also brought to mind what a great life Aunt Esther and Uncle Pete must have had.  They had always been so joyful and full of life.  This trunk was what they were always all about.  Enjoying their sexuality at a time when it wasn’t as open as it is now.  I went on and on how I could see them playing and delighting in each other, all the little nuances that had escaped me back then because of my youth.  I told him how I remember him always giving her swats on her backside when he thought no one was around.  I remember how she always reacted to those swats and then he would whisper in her ear and they would go upstairs for a while. If that was possible, they always came back down happier than when they went up. Now she knew why.

Both she and Sam had the idea at the same time.  They sorted through the treasure box and picked out several items. When dressed in her outfit of long ago, the chemise was just waist high, the feather boa around her neck covered her nipples and the rest of her was bare with the exception of the high heeled boots.  Sam sucked in his breath when we saw her and wiggled his finger at her to come to him. She sashayed toward him and then handed him the item that completed her costume of long ago.  The leather flogger.  He turned her around and plied the flogger to her naked backside, very gently at first and then increasing the strength and velocity as they continued to play.  She moaned in delight.  The flogger moved up her back, down her backside, thighs, and finally her calves as he slid the boots down and removed them.  He turned her toward him and the flogger now found its way to her nipples, her tummy, her inner thighs and at last to her pussy. She was begging him to stop tormenting her and give her release.

“Not yet, he said.  “This is too much fun”

Oooooh, she moaned just as his fingers once again teased her bringing her almost to the edge and then backing off.  She grabbed the flogger from him and began her own assault on his back, and backside.  Now he too was moaning and she could feel his erection.  He was rock hard and she slid down and took him in her mouth. She continued to ply the flogger on his back as she made love to his manhood.  It wasn’t long before he pulled away and laid her down on the floor and entered her in one strong thrust.  It was enough to bring them both to nirvana.  They lay there for quite a while.  When they had recovered she lifted herself up on one elbow and said to Sam

“I hope Aunt Esther and Uncle Pete were watching.  I know they would have approved.  Prudes they were not”.

Sam said “I am quite sure they would be pleased to know we were using their things and teaching us some things as well. This whole box is a treasure trove that I plan on keeping close."

With that, he rolled her over and gave her a sharp slap on her fanny.  

“Ooooh”, she moaned.  “that is such a turn on.  Shall we try something else?”

He grinned and they selected a couple of new items from their treasure box.

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When they came to work in the attic the next day, Aunt Esther’s floppy hat was sitting on top of the trunk.

For some reason I seem to remember that this story was inspired by our own Minelle and something to do with car trips.  I could be wrong, I've taken a lot of drugs this week.  Anyway, see your later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Thanks

Good Morning All

I am back to the land of the living.  I loved reading all of your comments about last Monday's story, the Valentine wishes and of course, the dam incident.  Thank you for that.

On the last day of our trip, I woke with the start of a cold. It continued to progress and by the time the plane landed in Phoenix I was in full blown misery. I've spent the last three days sleeping in between coughing jags.  Poor Ray, he's trying to be so solicitous and all I want to do is be left alone.

Anyway, I wanted you to know that I wasn't ignoring you, just not well.  Better today, still coughing and spewing but not with the same intensity and I feel like the fever is broken.  I'm going to try a day without drugs - I'm kind of spacey.

We'll see how it goes.  In the meantime, here's a picture of the three of us.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

LaLaLand

The dam broke and I’m not talking about the Oroville Dam in California.  As you know, three of us were recently together.  While we spent time with each other, we sometimes broke off to do our own thing, and that’s what happened one night.

Our hotel had a movie theatre – the same one we went to see 50 Shades Darker on Friday.  Well, Sunday night, PK and I decided to see the movie La La Land.  Ella chose wisely.  Seriously, it wasn’t that it wasn’t good; I only think it was not what we thought it would be.  The acting was great, the story so so.

Anyway, I digress.  Let me preface the rest by saying that some people’s bladders are stronger than others.  I don’t visit too many restrooms whilst my companions are compiling a list and visit every bathroom they see. 

Sunday, as PK and I left the movie we both agreed that a visit to the restroom was needed but we could make it to our room.  We pushed the elevator button, the doors open, we step in.  The elevator doors close and we’re chatting away in our own little world.  When the doors opened again, we step out and look around. A moment of utter confusion set in as we realized we were still at the starting point. 

PK and I were laughing so damn hard that I started to pee my pants.  I hunched over to try to stem the tide to no avail.  We push the elevator button again, still hysterically laughing.  I could no longer hold back and the dam broke.  Yup, I peed my pants.  My pants got a thorough golden shower, complete with puddle on the floor. 

By the time we reached the room, we were still laughing so hard, Ella didn’t know what to make of it.  She was concerned for PK who was still laughing so hard, she couldn’t catch her breath.  I, of course, was in the bathroom shedding articles of clothing.

Needless to say, we were still laughing well into the night and the next day.  This has to be the defining story of this adventure.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Happy Valentine's Day

We're on the last day of our girlie get together and heading home this morning so we get to spend the rest of the day with our valentine's.  Hope you get to spend time with yours and I wish each of you a special day filled with love and all those goodies that don't count as calories today.

For those of you who read yesterday's story, I know you're dying to know the answer to why her husband told her to be prepared and no he wasn't a Boy Scout.  He bought her a present, one she never would have expected from him. It was the cutest little pussycat.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

Sweet n Sexy

 Morning All - I'm with PK and Ella this morning and we are having a wonderful time.  The weather is even cooperating.  I'm sure one of us will tell you all about it.  Ella does well with reviews so maybe we'll leave it up to her.  Anyway, here is a story for Valentine's Day.  Hope you enjoy.

She woke up to the sun streaming in the window.  Rolling over to give Blair a morning kiss, she discovered she was alone.  ‘Darn, I wanted to be up first this morning and bring him his coffee in bed.’

She plodded to the bathroom and turned on the shower.  After letting the water sluice down her body until there was no hot water left, she opened the shower door to a steamy room.  She loved doing that and only had the opportunity if she showered after Blair.  The hot water and steam gave her skin a vibrant feel and look, but Blair complained she wasted too much water and of course, there wasn’t much left for him.  Many a morning, her tush was reddened by other than the hot water.  When it happened, those stinging swats on a wet bottom were a definite eye opener and gave her a rosy feeling all day.

She dressed for the day and went downstairs.  No Blair, but there was a note propped up by the coffeemaker.

Happy Valentine’s Day, Sweetie

Sorry I couldn’t be here to give you that first kiss of the day but I had an early meeting.  It gives you a chance to take one of those long hot showers you love.  I’ll be home early and be ready.

                                                              Love you lots,

Be ready, what did that mean?  Ready for what?  They hadn’t made any plans for the evening.  Neither of them liked going out for dinner on this day because it was so overblown.  Terrible food, terrible service and a ton of money.  No they usually had dinner at home, as they would tonight.  She had purchased a couple of lobster tails and filets at the market yesterday, that and a baked potato and salad would do them nicely.

It would be a busy day in the shop today and she wanted to be early to get everything ready.  She was the manager of Sweet n’ Sexy, a lingerie shop in the mall.  Valentine’s Day was the day men came in at the last minute to buy a gift for their wife, girlfriend, or maybe both.  Tomorrow was the day the wife, or girlfriend or maybe both returned the gifts.  Most men were so unrealistic about size, which was a good thing, she supposed.  Nonetheless, it would be a busy couple of days.

Sexy underwear is not always comfortable or practical and considering she was a manager of a well-known shop, she was hardly a walking advertisement.  Blair always purchased her sexiest underwear, otherwise, she would have granny pants and plain bras.    In honor of Valentine’s Day, she chose one of Blair’s gifts today.  He’d bought her a pair of red see-through panties and a red lace bra to match for Christmas and she decided to wear them today.  They fit perfectly and she had to admit she did feel sexier in them.

That day she seemed to smile more and be all more around helpful, so much so that a couple of her employees teased that she must have been the recipient of some fine loving that morning. She blushed and thought to herself ‘it must be the undergarments.”

Undergarments, where did that come from, she hadn’t called them undergarments in years.  In was a phrase that one of her high school teachers used and she always thought it sounded so old-fashioned.  At any rate, she decided she would wear more of her finer lingerie more often.

She arrived home later than usual and Blair was already home.  Sweet fellow that he was, he’d already made the salad and prepared the potatoes for baking. 

“HI Sweetheart, how was your day?” she asked.

Blair was a little surprised, usually, when she came in later than usual, she wasn’t in the happiest of moods.

“It was good.  How about yours, I know how much you hate this holiday.”

“Actually, it wasn’t that bad.”

“Glad to hear that.”

“So what should I be prepared for?”

“Huh, oh that can wait until after dinner.  Do you want to go change?”

“Actually, why don’t you come help me.”

Blair was flabbergasted at her response.  “Sure, honey.”  He followed her into the bedroom.

“What can I help with.”  She smiled at him and began a slow strip tease of her outer clothing. Blair got his first peek of the red lacy bra.  She brought her hands back to unsnap, making her breast more prevalent in the process.  “Here, babe, I can’t seem to get this undone."  She came closer to him and made sure to brush those breasts against his shoulder as she leaned forward.

She heard his intake of breath.  He released the bra snap and she whipped it off.  “It always feels so good to get that off,” she told him as she fondled her breasts to massage the parts where the bra had felt most restrictive.  His eyes practically bugged out of his head. 

Next came the skirt.  She slowly slid it down and stepped out of it to reveal her garter belt and stockings.  She always wore pantyhose if she wore any kind of hose at all.  This too was a gift from Blair.  She sidled over to him and whispered close to his ear.  “Could you unsnap the side snaps, please. “ Her hot breath in his ear caused an increased rise in his pants and he adjusted his position.

When he undid the garter, she placed her leg on the bed next to him and slowly unrolled the stocking down her leg.  She would almost swear he was panting.  She did the same with the other leg and “accidently” dropped the hose onto his lap.   

Once she removed the garter belt, she was left standing there in the lacy red panties.  It wasn’t quite a thong, but pretty darn close.  Swiveling her hips she walked to the closet to retrieve a hanger for her skirt.  Before she reached her destination, Blair was all over her like white on rice.

“You’re a little tease.  I’ll teach you what happens to naughty girls who tease.”  Although the words sounded threatening, the grin on his face belied his intention.  He pulled her over his knee and swatted her backside several times.

“Stop, I was only trying to change clothes.”

He swatted her several more times.  “That’s for fibbing, you knew damn well what you were doing, you little twit.”  More spanks rained down on her bottom, still clad in those red panties.

He was fidgeting around with her panties.  She tried to take them off.  He swatted her hand.

“I’m in charge and I want these on.”  He wedged them into her butt crack and spanked away.“I’m going to try to match the color.” He said and she could feel his grin even if she couldn’t see it.

She guessed he finally achieved his goal because the spanking stopped and she was thrown onto the bed.  She watched as he quickly removed his clothes and practically jumped on top of her. 

He could see the cream glistening on her thighs. “That’s what I thought. You’re ready,” he said as he plunged his throbbing member into her waiting folds.  It didn’t take long before they both reached nirvana.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Blair.  Thank you for my Christmas gift.”  He had a perplexed look on his face.  “I’ll explain it to you some other time, right now I’m starved. How about you?”

See  you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

A Fun Meme

I'm taking this meme from Lilli Claremont - told her I would.

1.  Who's oldest:  Ray by 15 months and I never let him forget there's two years difference until my birthday comes around.

2. Who was interested first:  When we first met, neither of us.  As a matter of fact, we didn't like each other.  A year later, different story.  Since he called me to ask for a date, I have to say him.

3. Same High School:  Not even the same state.

4. Most sensitive:  I think it's a toss up, depending on the issue.  I do notice an uptake as he's gotten older.

5. Worst temper:  He's more likely to have a temper tantrum than me, so I guess him.

6. More social:  Definitely him

7. More stubborn:  It's a toss up.

8. Wakes up first:  Usually me

9. Blogger Family:  He doesn't blog.

10. Flowers: He's always brought me flowers for special occasions and not special occasions.

11.Cooks the most:  Me. Ray grills, doesn 't cook

12. Cries more:  Me

13. Better singer:  Definitely him.  I scare birds.

14. Said I love you first:  You know, I don't remember.  It was a long time ago.  I think I came to realize I loved him sooner, so probably me.

15.Better driver:  Me, of course.  Although we both make each other nervous and are both back seat drivers. Since I never drove the motor home, I would read to avoid watching the road, it's how we survived.

16.Hogs the remote:   What's a remote?

17. Better cook:  He doesn't cook, only grill, so me.

18. Clothes and Shoe Hoarder:  Not saying I'm a hoarder but Ray throws away anything that might gather dust.  I'm surprised I'm still around sometimes.  Although he says I get tired of things easily and he's surprised he's still around.  Guess it's love.

This was cute.  Thanks Lilli

I'm off with friends of ours.  See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.

A New Day - Part Three

We're still here.  Everyday I thank the Lord we have survived another day in LaLaLand. Each new day brings a new surprise.

How are things with you?  Thursday is meeting day and I'm excited.  Also another good thing is that a friend of mine from years back lives where we're going and I'm going to have brunch with her on Sunday.  That will be fun too.

I'm going to try and get a story up so that there's one here on Monday.  Well, I'm off to finish the laundry - how two people manage to have so much laundry is beyond me.  

Good week all.

Read Part Two here

Troy was dead tired by the time his shift was over – he hadn’t slept in twenty-four hours but when he received a call from Marcy inviting him to dinner at her place – he immediately perked up.  Dinner and a quick shower and he was good to go – at least for a bit.

Marcy wasn’t the best cook in the world.  Growing up she’d never learned how to cook and during school there was always cafeteria food.  Once she interned, there was no time to cook, the only time she really spent at home was in bed sleeping.  She had learned a couple of quick dishes and she figured she would fall back on one of her few “go to’s” which was Beef Stroganoff.  It was hard to ruin this dish. 

During a patient lull, she ran to the grocery to buy the needed ingredients.  She was able to get back home and get some of the stuff ready before her 2:00 appointment.  Her last appointment of the day was 4:30 and she figured she’d have enough time to get a shower and get everything else ready by the time that Troy arrived.

Best laid plans didn’t work out for Marcy that afternoon.  About 3:30 Melinda Thompson came in carrying her son, Billy, who decided he could fly.  Luckily, he didn’t break anything but had a knot on his head the size of a baseball and a sprained wrist.  Everyone else’s appointment got pushed back so that Marcy wasn’t finished until 6:00.  She walked into her kitchen the same time that Troy rang her doorbell.

“Damn” she said as she answered the door.

You’d never know that Troy hadn’t been to bed in twenty-four hours.  He looked as good as ever, apparently she didn’t.

“Rough day?” he asked.

“Not that it was so rough, it just didn’t go as planned.  Would you mind terribly coming into the kitchen with me as I get the rest of the stuff prepared for dinner.”

“Why don’t we just go out?”

“No, I invited you for a home cooked dinner and that’s what we’re going to have.  I have some of the stuff started, it won’t take that long.”

“Are you sure?”  She rolled her eyes at him and he laughed.

Troy helped by making the salad as Marcy took care of the rest.  She turned the heat down on the stroganoff and put on a pot of water to boil.

“Mind if I take a quick shower. I won’t be long, I promise.  In the meantime, keep an eye on things in the kitchen, please.”

“Some date you are, you invite me to dinner and not only isn’t it ready, but I have to help and then watch over it too.”  He laughed to let her knew he was only joking.

“Yeah, well that’s what you get when you date a doctor.  I’m sure I’ll be getting the same thing too if we continue to date.”

“What do you mean if?  Girl, you’re the best thing that could have happened to me.”

Marcy went up stairs with a grin on her face.  ‘He likes me, he likes me,’  she kept saying to herself.  She’d found a man that not only liked her but didn’t play games – the definitive word there was that she’d met a ‘man,’ not some immature boy in a man’s body.

She showered as quickly as she could but not fast enough for Troy.  She was about to step out of the shower when he walked into the bathroom.  He picked up the towel and asked if she needed help drying off.

“I don’t need it but it doesn’t mean I don’t want it.”  He grinned from ear to ear.  He toweled her off, taking particular care of her lady parts.  She reached over to the counter and picked up the body lotion.  “I could use some more help,” she told him.

He directed her to the bed and began applying the moisturizer to her upper body.  It wasn’t long before the lotion was taking a backseat to his kisses and loving hands.  “You keep this up and I’m going to need another shower,” she told him.

“Hmmmm,” was what she heard as he kept moving lower and lower on her body.  His tongue was a lethal weapon as it licked and slurped up her juices and teased her to distraction.  She was writhing around on the bed when the smoke alarm sounded.  They both jumped and quickly ran downstairs to a kitchen filled with smoke.

“I forgot I was supposed to keep an eye on things,” he said sheepishly as Marcy looked at her scorched beef stroganoff.  “I had my mind on other things”

“I noticed,” Marcy said.  “So what do you want to do about dinner, there’s noodles and salad, or we could call out for a pizza.”

“Or we could continue what we were doing when we were so rudely interrupted,” Troy said.

“Men, one track minds,” Marcy said as she started up the stairs.  She looked at him over her shoulder.  “Well, are you coming or not?” she asked. He caught up to her and smacked her nude bottom. 

“I love smacking that bottom.  I’m going to see what I can do about setting off the smoke alarm again.” 

The smoke alarm didn’t go off again but he did set a fire in her bottom.  She loved every minute of it. She couldn’t believe a spanking would turn her on so, but it did.  After the stinging spanking, came some might fine lovemaking. 

It wasn’t until almost eight o’clock they sat down to a dinner of salad and noodles.  Shortly thereafter, Troy called it a night.

“Are you sure you’re awake enough to drive?  You’re welcome to stay here.”

“Babe, you’ve worn an old man out.  If I stay here, sleep is not a guarantee and I need sleep. You’re going to have to take pity on me.”

“Raincheck, then.”

“Definitely,”  He kissed her goodnight and she watched him pull away.  ‘Now there’s a man I could spend my life with’ she thought out loud.

Have a good week everyone and I'll see you later for more Aimless Ramblings.