Fire and Ice

I remember, as a child, when my mother explained to me that the best way to pick a gift for someone was to think of what you yourself would want to receive. A nice sentiment - and a good lesson, and a helpful one for the best friend's 10th birthday - but one which some people take a bit too literally. My boyfriend, for example. His Christmas gift to me was a long ski weekend with him and some of his buddies. We would be leaving the following day.

Not that I didn't appreciate the thought - a break from the usual rush of urban life sounded nice. Oh, but there was the fact that I'd never skied before. That he and his buddies were all avid skiers. That I'd feel like a third, or fourth, or fifth wheel - the awkward girlfriend who couldn't ski - on what should have been a romantic getaway. But I smiled nonetheless, gave him a hug and a peck on the cheek, and told him I'd start packing right away.

I really can't complain. Jacob's a great boyfriend. He's successful, funny, charming, and never stingy when it comes to buying me nice things or taking us out for a great night on the town. He's my first serious relationship, really. We'd been together for almost three years, ever since we met as seniors in college. But there were these moments of insensitivity that did make me wonder. If he were truly 'the one', wouldn't he think twice before assuming that what was fun for him and the guys would automatically be romantic for me? That a skiing weekend would be the appropriate Christmas gift for his non-skiing girlfriend of three years?

The next day, we had a wonderful long drive into the mountains, leaving behind the rain of the city and arriving just before dark in the snowy wonderland that would be our home for the next few days. Any bitterness I had quickly melted away when I saw the lodge. It was spectacular and cozy all at once. The huge living room was completely wood-filled, with the exception of the stunning stone fireplace which reached from floor to vaulted ceiling. One wall was entirely windows, showcasing the beautiful mountain vista. Each of the four bedrooms was just big enough for the king-size bed that filled it, and the kitchen was completely appointed with everything we'd need for the long weekend.

We arrived before any of Jacob's buddies, and he responded to the solitude just as I'd expected him to, glancing my direction as soon as we'd dropped our luggage on the floor, and then saying, "I'll race ya!"

We ran to the nearest bedroom, jumped onto the bed, and he quickly tore at my clothes. I reached down to find him already hard, as he roughly fondled my firm breasts and kissed my neck. After just a few more moments, we had extricated ourselves from enough of our clothes to do the deed, and his lips found mine as he quickly fingered me, taking just enough time to ensure I was wet enough to fuck.

I love Jacob, and it never has taken me long to get turned on, but I couldn't help thinking, as I often do, whether he couldn't sometimes take a bit more time, take the time to pleasure me the way I happily respond to his requests to take his cock into my mouth, licking and sucking for minutes on end if that is his desire. But I didn't dwell on this for long. Before I knew it, he was deep inside of me, plunging in and out for a few moments before rolling us over on the comfy, quilted bed so that I could ride him until we both came. Our moans echoed through the empty lodge as we quickened our pace, and before much longer, I collapsed to the bed next to him, my pussy filled with his cum.

"Thanks again for the present, Jacob. I'm sure this will be a great trip."

"You bet, Chelsie. I know you'll have a great time. And hey, it's about time you learned to ski!"

Just a few minutes later, after we'd tidied up the bedroom and begun unpacking, Jacob's friends pulled up outside and piled in to the lodge, laying claim on each of the remaining bedrooms and taking in the view, while Jacob and I started on dinner. Not much later, after the sun had set and the glorious vistas had been replaced with darkness punctuated by stars and the glow of the moonlight on the snow, we were gathered around the fire, telling old stories, drinking wine, and enjoying the company of friends.

It wasn't until the next morning that I had to face that we'd be parting ways - Jacob and his buddies were headed off to challenge the toughest slopes, while I plodded through the snow in my uncomfortably new boots in search of an instructor. It would have been easier if Jacob didn't feel the need to patronize me just to get a few laughs from his buddies.

"Don't worry, honey, you'll be fine. Once you learn to stop, skiing's really not that hard. I'm sure you can find an instructor who's not too bored teaching you the basics. And hey, if you chicken out, you can always come back to the lodge early and have dinner ready for us when we get back!"

Ha, ha, ha. I gave him a playful punch in the shoulder and headed out the door. As I trudged off through the snow in my cute new snowsuit - OK, so clothes and gear had been part of Jacob's generous gift - I suppressed my fear of plummeting down steep slopes to my death, doing my best to replace it with my competitive desire to show the guys that I could in fact learn to ski, and even join them on the tough slopes by the end of the weekend.

I did like the way I looked in the fitted pink snowsuit with snow-white faux fur. My long blonde hair blew in the cold mountain breeze, and I could feel my nose and cheeks growing rosy as I could see more of my breath with each step. It was with the most confident swagger I could muster that I stood in line with the tweens half my age and waited to grab the rope that would pull me up the bunny slope. The ultimate in forced humility.

It wasn't until my second or third trip that I felt his eyes on me - the tall, slender guy standing at the top of the hill. He smiled broadly when our eyes met, and as I clearly couldn't maneuver well enough on skis to go over to him, he easily skied down to meet me instead. As he approached, I immediately noticed that he was unusually attractive.

"Hello there. Couldn't help but notice such a beautiful young woman." It was obviously a line, but delivered with such simple confidence that it didn't occur to me to bristle. "You must be a beginner?"

"Yup, that's me."

"Well, you've caught the eye of the right person - I'm an instructor here, currently without a student. If you'd like to get away from the pre-teen crowd, I'd be happy to work with you!"

"Really? Um, sure, that sounds great!"

"Alright, follow me. My name's Jim, by the way."

I reached out a mittened hand to shake his, and looked up into his deep blue eyes. He was significantly taller than I - probably 6'1" to my 5'4" - and in fabulous shape.

"I'm Chelsie, nice to meet you!"

He led me to the chair lift and we began chatting, Jim sharing what had brought him to this resort as an instructor. I quickly learned that he was 42 and already retired from a successful first career, which gave him the freedom to work here, just for fun. He then asked what had led me to learn to ski as an adult.

"Well, I'm here with my boyfriend and his buddies - the trip was his Christmas gift to me, although he's much more of a skier."

"Ah, so you're on your own to learn while they go for the tough stuff?"

"That's about right."

"Well, don't worry, there's really just a few basics to learn - mainly, how not to kill yourself - and then it's just a matter of practice so you feel comfortable up there."

I looked at him once again, studying the features of his chiseled face, and then guiltily averted my glance, thinking of Jacob. I was attached, after all. Shouldn't be so easily distracted by a sexy ski instructor. What was wrong with me - maybe the altitude? I chuckled at the silliness of my thoughts. Altitude, indeed.

"Hmm, what's funny?"

"Oh, nothing!" I made the mistake of looking down, then eloquently expressed myself, "Yikes!"

"Yeah, best not to look down. People will do all kinds of things on this long, slow ride to the top to keep from thinking about the height." He looked at me with a twinkle in his eye.

As my mind wandered once again, he continued matter-of-factly, "So, we're almost there, let's start concentrating on getting out of the chair. Remember, everything keeps moving, and will take you right with it, so you need to jump out with some confidence. I'll give you a hand this first time so you can see what it feels like."

His left hand clutched mine and his right arm cradled my back, and he gave me a gentle push as we reached the top, our skis meeting the snow as we lifted ourselves out of the chair.

"Now, are you confident about how to slow down and stop?" I caught him looking at my chest, before his eyes quickly darted upward to meet mine. Ah, so the attraction was mutual. Interesting.

"Yes, I think so."

"Alright, so let's head down. I'll stay with you, and don't worry, as long as you're not going too fast, you really can't hurt yourself when you fall. This powder is fairly soft, and you're wearing lots of layers. Just a bruised ego, I promise."

I smiled, and timidly started down the hill. It couldn't have been more than 20 feet before I fell for the first time. Not because of reckless speed, mind you. More because I was going so slowly that gravity was more powerful than my momentum. Jim helped me up. Another 50 feet or so, another fall. Jim helped me up once again, faster skiers now buzzing by on either side of us. Finally, I started to feel a bit more confident, and made it nearly to the bottom of the slope before falling again, this time one of my skis becoming lodged in a mound of snow.

Jim fell down - well, a controlled fall - next to me, with many words of moral support. "You're doing great. Better already. You'll be a pro in no time."

In my struggle to free myself from the snow, I simply made my situation worse, covering myself with more snow and burying my ski even deeper. Jim laughed, and put his hand on my shoulder in an effort to calm me down. My eyes met his, longingly, and he leaned in to kiss me. Before our lips met, he stopped himself.

"I'm sorry, Chelsie. I don't know what I was thinking. You have a boyfriend. I shouldn't..."

Before he could finish his sentence, I lifted up my head and kissed him passionately. His hand moved from my shoulder to my chest, squeezing one of my breasts through the downy fabric of my snow suit. I dropped my ski pole and caressed his face, other skiers still racing past us as we embraced. My own actions shocked me - I had never done anything so impulsive in my life, certainly not in full public view - but I made no attempt to stop. I had a pure animal attraction for this man that I'd never experienced before.

"Wow, Chelsie," he said breathily as I finally let him up for air, "there's a little naughtiness hidden behind that innocent persona of yours!"

"I think I'm just discovering that myself!"

"Well, what do you say we finish up today's lesson, get you home for some rest, and then pick up tomorrow where we left off?"

"Sounds good to me!"

**********

I could think of nothing that night but Jim. As the guys and I made dinner, and I listened to exaggerated stories of their skiing glory, it was all I could do to keep from touching myself, still feeling his hands and lips on my body, imagining what tomorrow would bring.

Was it the beauty of the mountains, unfamiliar to a city girl like me, that brought such feelings to the surface? Was it being so far out of my comfort zone, suddenly being faced with learning to do something I never thought I'd do? Was it that I assumed I'd never see Jim again after the next few days - what happened on the slopes stayed on the slopes? Was I just that unsatisfied with my boyfriend?

That last thought aside, that night, I couldn't keep my hands off of Jacob. He was tired, he said. But my touch soon convinced him that there was no way he was THAT tired. Thinking of Jim the entire time, I set out to give Jacob the best blow job of his life. I started with just my hands, rubbing and stroking his shaft and balls for a few minutes, before taking his entire length into my mouth and holding him there as I sucked, moving my head back and forth to change the sensations for him.

I pulled away for just long enough to get some air, and then began moving up and down on him, slow strokes from his tip down to his base, my nose tickled by his pubic hair each time I reached the bottom of my motion. As he approached orgasm, I pulled back, straddling him and fingering myself as he watched, his hard cock glistening as he waited for me to lower myself onto him.

I didn't care that his friends could hear me moan as I fingered my clit. Didn't care that I was making him wait longer than I would have in the past. His wide eyes told me he didn't mind, that he enjoyed watching me. And I didn't care that while looking at him, while lowering myself onto him, I was thinking of another man, a man I'd just barely met but who had awakened passion I never knew I had.

Neither of us lasted very long once I began bouncing up and down on him, and after just a few short moments, I collapsed to the bed next to him, giving him a peck on the cheek before promptly falling asleep. My dreams were filled with fantasies of Jim. I slept soundly, my desire quenched for the time being, but couldn't wait to see what tomorrow would bring my way.

**********

After breakfast, the boys and I once again parted ways, and I jogged as fast as my ski boots would let me to meet Jim at the bottom of the chair lift. We would pick up where we left off, he had said. My heart pounded when I saw him. "Good morning, Jim," I said, looking up into his eyes with a sultry smile.

"Well, good morning, Chelsie. Ready for your next lesson?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm ready for whatever you'd like to teach me."

"Well, let's get at it, then. Ready for the lift again?"

"Lead the way."

We walked the few steps over to the lift, and I noticed that he let a few chairs pass by empty before helping me climb into ours. As soon as we were settled, he took my hand in his and put it on his thigh, and spoke once my eyes met his. "I haven't been able to get you out of my mind since yesterday, Chelsie."

"Me too," I said, allowing my hand to slowly travel towards his crotch, where I discovered a bulge already developing. "So, you mentioned yesterday that people will try almost anything to avoid looking down. Anything specific you'd suggest?" I began to stroke his cock in a regular, firm rhythm.

I think you're already on to something. Here, let me assist." He unzipped the pants of his snow suit and fished his cock out of his boxers.

Even though I knew what he had in mind - hell, I'd been fantasizing about it all morning - I still found myself a little nervous as I actually leaned over and took him into my mouth. There was nobody in the chair immediately in front of or behind us, but still, if anyone was watching, it would be more than obvious what we were doing. As soon as that thought formed in my mind, though, I found myself more excited than nervous. Here I was, never before the adventurous type, giving a blow job on a ski lift to a man I'd just met the day before.

Knowing that my time was limited, I approached my task with great enthusiasm, feeling him grow longer and harder as I bobbed up and down, taking his full length into my mouth with each stroke. I held on to the chair with one hand - his gentle advice when I let go for a moment - and stroked his balls with the other. He moaned in pleasure, encouraging me, suggesting when I could move faster, slower, before finally warning me that we were close to the top and would need to stop.

With a whimper, I reluctantly pulled away from him, disappointed that I couldn't bring him to orgasm, but also sure that he had something else in mind to bring us both some satisfaction. He managed to squeeze his still-hard cock back into his boxers and zip his pants just in time for us to get off the chair, zipping his jacket to hide his obvious erection. With more people now within earshot, he put on his professional ski instructor voice once again, picking up where we'd left off on THAT activity the day before.

"OK, so let's try this same slope again, see if you can get a little more distance and speed than yesterday."

"Yes, sir," I said with a smile, and took off a little faster than my day-old skiing skills were really prepared for, inspired by our naughtiness on the lift. After just a few seconds, though, I realized I was in over my head, and screamed for his help as I tried to remember how to stop myself.

"I'm right behind you, Chelsie, don't worry."

Comforting as his voice was, I was still a bit panicked, and although I didn't hurt myself, I did fall rather dramatically, landing a bit off the beaten path in a pile of snow. What was it he had said yesterday? Oh, that's right: bruised ego. A few seconds later, he pulled up next to me in a controlled stop, disconnected my skis from my boots, freed himself from his own skis, and pulled me to my feet, took my hand, guiding me behind a snow drift.

We were now just out of sight of the skiers sailing down the slopes, but could still hear them, and I was very aware of still being outside, in public. Jim slipped my coat off my shoulders, and it fell to the ground below me. He then pulled me into a passionate embrace, pressing my body into his and kissing me deeply. Cold as the air might have been, I melted helplessly into him.

Now he guided me to the ground, my jacket giving me a bit of a cushion against the snow as I sat down, before he knelt before me. "It's time for me to return your favor, Chelsie."

"Really?"

He answered wordlessly, unzipping my snow pants and sliding them down my thighs just far enough to give him access, without exposing too much of my skin to the frigid air. He massaged me through my panties for a few moments before finally pushing the fabric aside, crouching closer to me, and kissing my pussy lips for the first time.

I'd been with several guys, first in college, then with Jacob, but never anyone who had taken the time to truly pleasure me orally, and I couldn’t help but moan aloud as he began to kiss, to lick, to stroke me with his tongue. Once again, I didn’t care who could hear, whose curiosity might cause them to peer over the snow bank and find me, exposed to the elements. I was completely in the moment, and Jim had me completely under his spell.

After just a few minutes, he brought me to a powerful orgasm, during which I had to cover my mouth with my hand, biting into my flesh to avoid screaming out. Moans were one thing – screams were likely to bring completely unwanted attention to us. The last thing I wanted at this point was an interruption – I wanted nothing more than to have him deep inside of me.

Fortunately, my desires were soon reality. Giving me just a few moments to recover from my climax, Jim freed his cock from his snow pants, positioned himself over me, and began rubbing against my dripping wet pussy lips. It wasn’t long before I couldn’t bear the wait, and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him deep inside of me in one smooth stroke.

Once again I couldn’t help but moan in pleasure, but this time he stopped my vocalizations with a long, passionate kiss. After a few moments in this relatively traditional position, he pulled out of me momentarily, shifted me to my side, and spooned me from behind, lifting my leg just enough to enter me once more. He had expertly positioned us so that my jacket shielded our bare skin from direct contact with the snow, and began the slow strokes which would bring us both to a powerful climax.

We remained there, resting on the snow, for what seemed like minutes, before the cold eventually forced us to move from our cozy embrace. He whispered in my ear that he was sorry, but he had a class to teach, so he would have to leave me for the rest of the day. I in turn assured him that we could continue once again the next day, my last of this remarkable trip to the slopes.

**********

It wasn't until that final morning that I learned of the plans Jacob had made with his friends. They were going to take his buddy Jake’s SUV and make the short trip to the resort which was about 20 miles down the road. They were leaving fairly early, and wouldn’t be back until late afternoon, when we’d need to head home.

Jacob broke this news as if he assumed I’d have the typical girlfriend tantrum – but what about me, how come you never pay attention to me, etc. – but fortunately for him, I intended to make the most of his absence, so didn’t give him any trouble whatsoever.

"No problem, Jacob. I’ve actually found a ski instructor who I’ve really enjoyed working with, and he has time to work with me again today. So I won’t be lonely or bored, promise!"

"That's great, Chelsie. I'm so glad. I told you that you'd enjoy skiing!"

I saw them off, waited a while to be sure they wouldn’t come back for a forgotten ski mask or pole, and then ventured out to meet Jim. Not knowing that I'd have the lodge to myself that day, I’d planned to meet Jim at the base of the ski lift, as we had the day prior. But as soon as I shared the new plan with him, he eagerly followed me back to the warmth of the lodge. Sure, it was possible that the guys would come back early because of bad weather, but we were more than willing to take the risk. We couldn’t keep our hands – or any other part of our bodies, for that matter – off each other.

As soon as we were inside and the door was closed, Jim tore at my clothes, and I reciprocated, pure lust frustrated only by the many snaps, buckles and zippers of our state-of-the-art ski gear. Our clothes now strewn around the living room, Jim took my hand and walked us over to the floor-to-ceiling windows.

I took in the beautiful view for just a moment before he spun me around, pushed me against the glass, spread my legs, and plowed into me from behind. As sudden as it may have been, I was already so wet from the anticipation of our encounter that he easily began sliding in and out, our loud moans quickly filling the open space, free from the censure of our previous, outdoor encounters.

I steadied myself against the glass with my hands, and Jim grabbed my breasts, squeezing them firmly as he continued to push in and out of me, faster with each stroke. Just when I thought I wouldn’t be able to last much longer, he slowed his pace, eventually pulled out of me, and carried me over towards the fire, setting me gently down on the plush bear rug which lay just in front of the stone hearth.

My pussy was still pulsing, his cock still visibly throbbing, from the intensity of our last encounter, but he seemed to possess remarkable calm as he lay down next to me, tracing the length of my torso with the tip of his finger. I let my head fall back to the rug, relaxing beneath his wonderful touch.

Just as I let my eyes close, I felt Jim get up and walk away. Whimpering as his fingers left my body, I watched as he walked to the door, opened it, and stepped out, naked as the day he was born. I was truly curious now, no idea what he might have in mind. I watched through the windows as he looked up towards the eaves of the porch, settled on one particular point, and stood for a moment, pondering. Then, with one quick motion, he reached up, grabbed hold of an icicle, broke it free from its icy hold, and ran back inside, slamming the door on the cold behind him.

Once back inside, he slowed his pace again, walking towards me with the icicle in his hand like a dagger. Kneeling on the rug next to me, he lowered the ice to my skin, and I jumped as it first touched me, just above my left nipple. Almost as soon as he began tracing it over my skin, the icicle began to melt, I imagined more from the raging heat of my body than from the fire itself. He took his time, tracing every inch of my breasts with the cold wetness, before moving towards my waiting pussy.

He bent down and kissed me as the point of the icicle reached my clit, causing me to jump beneath him. He left it there for a moment, the ice melting even faster as I pressed against it, eager for more. He responded by plunging it deep into my pussy, and I gasped, arching my back at the combination of a familiar pleasure and a completely new sensation. Just as fast as he had thrust it into me, he pulled it out, bringing it first to my mouth and then to his, so we could both taste my juices.

"More, please."

He responded without hesitation, returning once more to press the ever-smaller ice into me, fucking me faster and faster with it, as I squealed in delight beneath him. I can’t be sure of the moment that his fingers, and then his cock, replaced the ice, as by that point, I was already writhing in pleasure. I came twice with him inside of me, before he finally made one final thrust, shooting his load all over my belly as he pulled out just before his climax.

We rested there for minutes, hours, I can’t be sure. When he decided it was time to leave, so as not to risk a confrontation with Jacob or his buddies, we agreed that our few days together were a magical experience which neither of us would ever regret. Oh, and that if I happened to visit this particular resort again, we could fuck the weekend away one more time.

**********

And that was that. He was gone. I tidied up the lodge, picking up my clothes, wiping my lusty fingerprints from the glass, and re-stoking the fire, before starting to pack in preparation for heading home that evening. When the guys finally arrived, they shared lots of stories from their great day on the slopes just on the other side of the ridge, and we finally parted ways a few hours later, heading home, sleepy, cold, but fulfilled.

Jacob and I talked very little on the drive home, splitting the driving so neither of us would be tempted to fall asleep at the wheel. I can’t tell you what he was thinking about, but I was replaying the events of the weekend in my head, shocked, now that there was a little distance between me and that place, that I had behaved so wantonly for the first time in my life.

And as we pulled into our driveway at home, I had an epiphany. What was it, you ask? That the Christmas gift that had originally struck me as insensitive and selfish had actually been the best present anyone had ever given me: the chance for a sexual awakening, and someone I loved to share it with.

About 20 minutes later, Jacob would know all he needed to about that epiphany. I spared him the details, but shared, wordlessly, that he was worthy of reaping the benefits of the new me. The horny, adventurous, wild woman that I now knew I could be. It wasn’t until I met Jim that I knew what I’d been missing all these years.

Learning from the Master (Chapter 3)

He left the message on my cell while I was in a meeting on Tuesday morning. "Hi Ashley, it's Jake. I'm at the airport, about to get on a plane - unexpected trip out of town for business this week. I won't be back until Saturday, but I'm looking forward to our next project. Check your mailbox when you get home this evening, I left you a note."

It was great to hear from him, but a disappointment to learn that we wouldn't get to spend any time together that week. After all, he had promised to take me to Victoria's Secret and help me pick out something new to replace the sexy bra and panties he had sliced from my skin with his work knife the weekend before. The rest of the workday dragged on, and traffic was horrible, as I could hardly wait to read the note he'd left for me. Maybe he'd left me information about where he'd be and when I could call; maybe some naughty thoughts to keep me company until we met again.

I practically ran up my front steps after parking my car, and fished through the junk mail and bills in my mailbox to find his note. It was a small envelope, sealed, with just my name handwritten on the outside. Wow, I thought to myself, how rare is a hand-written letter these days! Much as I wanted to rip it open and read it right there on my front porch, his gesture really deserved more thoughtful attention than that. I let myself in, set down my purse and pile of uninteresting mail, hung up my jacket, kicked off my shoes, and went into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of wine. As I came back into the living room, I paused for a moment to admire the newly-painted space, before sitting down on the sofa, taking a deep breath, and opening his letter.

"Dear Ashley,

So sorry that I had to go out of town this week, and break our date. I'm looking forward to helping you paint your bathroom on Saturday, and have some instructions which I hope you won't find too difficult to follow, to prepare for my arrival. If you do as I ask, I'm confident we can both enjoy a productive day."

I paused, smiled, and took a sip of wine. I loved this little game he had created for us - the line he was so confidently able to walk between master painter and, well, master. It was all so new to me, but also such an incredible turn-on, that I was happy to keep going down this road, exploring this newly-discovered side of my sexuality. I set down the glass of wine, and with that hand free, began to massage one of my breasts through the fabric of my suit as I went back to reading.

"I know you were looking forward to that visit to Victoria's Secret. Please do take care of that, and if possible, replace exactly what you were wearing the last time I saw you - the powder blue looks fabulous against your skin. But I want you to pick up something else as well.

When I arrive on Saturday - which will be at 11am sharp - you will be in the bathroom waiting for me. You will be wearing a sheer babydoll - I'll let you choose the color - with matching panties. Whatever color you choose, you will also get a silk tie to match. You won't forget to put your hair up in pigtails, like you know I like it. And you will have left the front door unlocked, so that I can easily get in.

You will have all the necessary tools ready with you in the bathroom: paint, of course, brushes and rollers, tape and stir sticks. Everything else that might get in the way should be out of the room, and out of my sight.

Most importantly, It's become very clear to me that you need to learn both patience and discipline. Therefore, I must ask you to refrain from pleasuring yourself between now and Saturday. I would recommend that you focus entirely on following my instructions, and making sure that all is as I've requested. I assure you, if you meet my expectations on Saturday, you will experience the utmost heights of pleasure, and the wait will have been worth it.

I certainly hope you don't have any questions, as I'm far too busy on my business trip to take time with that. Looking forward to seeing you on Saturday,

Jake"

My hands fell to my sides and I sat silently, taking it in. He had earned my trust in our previous two encounters, so there was never any doubt that I would follow his instructions, and be ready for his return that Saturday. But somehow there was a little nervousness mixed in with the excitement that I'd felt in reading his words. The instructions weren't complicated, but seeing them in writing really hammered home the fact that I'd need to be sure to follow them to a 'T'. And then there was the time between now and Saturday morning - what would I do to keep myself busy, to keep my mind occupied, as I waited patiently for his return?

I mapped it out as I relaxed on the sofa and finished my first, and then a second, glass of wine. Work would be busy the rest of the week, so at least those hours would go quickly, with plenty of distractions to keep my mind off of Jake. Tomorrow evening I'd go by the mall and take care of the necessary purchases at Victoria's secret. Thursday I'd go out with friends for dinner and drinks after work and pour myself into bed late, with no energy to disobey Jake's request that I keep my hands off myself. Friday evening, I'd clean the house and prepare the bathroom just as he'd asked. And Saturday morning, I'd get up early and go for a long run, hoping to lose at least a little of my excess energy and nerves.

That first night proved to be the most difficult. My mind raced, as I imagined phrases from his letter as they'd sound in his voice, imagined his hands moving over my body, his big cock inside me once again, the punishment he would issue if I didn't follow each and every instruction. It was all I could do to keep from touching myself, held back only by the awareness that I wouldn't be able to cover up my weakness - if I gave in and pleasured myself, he'd be able to read it on my face.

**********

I arrived at Victoria's Secret the next evening just after 5, having snuck out of work a few minutes early. Being a Wednesday evening, there weren't many shoppers in the mall, and I had the full attention of Jessica, a hot young blonde who was happy to help me try on as many things as my heart desired. After debating with myself for a few minutes, I decided it would be exciting to share just enough information about my situation that Jessica could help me to her full ability.

"So, Jessica, let me tell you what I need. I have a date on Saturday, and the man in question has given me some very specific instructions for my attire. Let's just say that there could be some interesting consequences if I don't meet his demands."

"Ah, I see. So you want to follow his instructions carefully," she said with a wink, "but you won't necessarily mind if he decides a little discipline is in order?"

"I think you have an excellent understanding of the situation," I said with a giggle. "My name's Ashley, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Ashley. OK, then, what exactly are you looking for?"

I explained that I needed to replace my adorable powder blue ensemble that was, um, harmed in my last encounter with Jake. After we'd picked out the perfect replacement, I explained his current request, for the sheer babydoll and matching panties. She smiled when I mentioned that he'd let me pick out the color, and we made several trips to the dressing room, trying on first red, then black, then white, and finally settling on a lovely pale green that, according to Jessica, really brought out my eyes.

"Not everyone can pull off that color, Ashley, but with your gorgeous tan and green eyes, it's really a good look for you."

"Thanks, Jessica! I really appreciate your help. I'd better get going - a few more stops to make here at the mall before I head home."

"OK, I'll let you go, as long as you promise to come back next week and tell me how things went! I'm here every weekday evening. Oh, and assuming things go well, I'll be happy to help you with your next lingerie assignment!"

I giggled and assured her I'd keep that promise.

It was almost 7 by the time I left the shop. I made one more quick stop, at my favorite department store, to find the rest of what Jake had asked me to have ready. Luckily, I was able to find a beautiful silk tie in exactly the same shade of pale green as the babydoll I'd picked out. I began to imagine what he had in mind with this request, but quickly stopped myself, so I wouldn't get too excited. My last stop was in women's accessories, where I found some beaded hair ties that were also an excellent match, for holding my hair up in the pigtails he liked so much.

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Thursday dragged on at work, but my dinner with friends proved a wonderful distraction, and before I knew it, it was Friday. As I promised myself, I cleaned the house, wanting no distractions for Jake's discerning eye. My sleep was restless that night, but when I woke up to a glorious sunrise on Saturday morning, I eagerly set out for a run. My usual route was about 3 miles, circling around the neighborhood of well-kept bungalows, and this particular morning, I'm sure I set a personal best, nervous and eager as I was to get home in plenty of time to be ready.

Still in my workout clothes, I made a couple of trips to the basement, bringing all of the painting supplies into the bathroom, and setting them in an orderly pile in one corner. I then peeled off my sweaty clothes, tossed them in the hamper, and jumped in the shower. Once again, I had to fight the urge to touch myself, so excited was I at this point for what was coming in just under an hour. But once again, all it took to find my willpower was a reminder to myself that he'd be able to see the guilty pleasure on my face.

Once out of the shower, I dried myself off, and then used the towel to wipe off the mirror and dry the floor, before getting out the blow-dryer to work on my hair. A few minutes later, the bathroom gleaming, the wet towels in the hamper, and my hair dry and full of body, I was in my bedroom, pulling on the babydoll and matching panties, and then twisting my hair up into pigtails. It really was quite a sexy look, I thought to myself as I glanced in the mirror - I understood now why he'd requested the babydoll. I glanced at the clock, realized he'd be arriving any moment, and quickly returned to the bathroom, where I set down the silk tie and proceeded to wait.

**********

With no watch on my wrist and no clock in the bathroom, the few minutes of waiting before his arrival felt like an eternity. Who knows, maybe it would have been worse to watch a second hand tick away. Fortunately, I had complete trust that he would be on time, so just waited for the sound of the front door and his footsteps in the hall. I did have to realize that - while unlikely - it was possible anyone could have walked in that front door, finding me scantily clad, eagerly waiting in the bathroom. This thought only served to heighten my anticipation, and my heart was pounding by the time his footsteps approached.

I relaxed a bit when I recognized his voice, "Are you ready, Ashley?"

"Absolutely, please come in."

I smiled when he came around the corner into the room. He was looking cool and confident as always in his polo shirt and jeans. His eyes met mine only for a moment, before he proceeded to look me up and down, taking in the full view. I posed for him, twirling around, the lace of the babydoll brushing against my uppermost thigh, before facing him once more and asking, "So, up to your expectations?"

"Oh, yes, Ashley. And I must say, nice choice on the color. Really brings out your eyes. So, shall we get to work?"

"I'm ready if you are," I replied as suggestively as possible.

"Turn around, please."

I turned so that my back was facing him.

"Give me your hands."

I reached both hands behind my back. As I did so, he picked up the green silk tie, and quickly used it to secure my hands. The fabric was cool and comfortable against my skin, but his knot was firm, and there was no way I'd be able to get my hands free without his permission.

"Now, you've done a very nice job of preparing all of the supplies, but I notice something is missing."

My eyes quickly searched the neatly stacked materials, unable to think of what he was referring to. "Um, I think everything is here?"

"Are you arguing?"

"No, but..."

"I don't see my drill here, with the attachment for stirring the paint."

"Oh, but..."

"I suppose you're going to give me an excuse?"

His eyes twinkled, and I knew that he knew full well there was no way I could have gotten his drill out of his locked house while he was out of town. I decided to play along.

"No excuses. You're right, something is missing."

"That's right. And the problem is, that means I'll have to use the stir stick to stir the paint. Which would make it unavailable for other purposes. Is that what you want?"

"Um, no."

"Good girl. May I see your beautiful tits?"

"Yes."

He pulled my breasts out of the lacy babydoll, and then bent down, picked up the stir stick, and held it above my exposed flesh, ready to strike. "Is this what you want?"

"Yes, please."

"Good girl. Because of your good behavior, you'll receive only a few gentle swats." After my days of anticipation, pleasure washed through my body as the wood hit my skin, grazing first one nipple and then the other. I whimpered when he stopped, and he promptly responded by striking my flesh harder, hard enough this time that my breasts were soon rosy from all the attention. "Haven't you had enough yet? I really need to get to work on painting this wall."

"Yes, sir."

"Let's put these away for now," he said as he gently pulled the fabric back over each of my breasts, massaging them a bit as he did so. "So," he said, pointing to one of the cans of paint, "this color for the wall?"

"Yes. And the other is for the trim."

"This shouldn't take me very long," he said as he opened the can, stirred the paint, and then poured some into a roller pan. "I don't suppose you could take care of my needs while I'm doing this?"

"Absolutely. What would you like?"

"I'd like you to get down on your knees and crawl over here. I'd like you to pleasure me with your mouth as I paint. And since you don't have the use of your hands, you'll need to be resourceful. Just remember the first rule I taught you - never spill a drop."

"Yes, sir," I said, smiling as I dropped to my knees. My first task was to move a few of the painting supplies, as they were taking up space where I would need to position myself if I hoped to pleasure him while he painted. There was a paint brush, a few rollers, and a quart of paint, each of which I took in my mouth, clutched in my teeth as I crawled across the room, and dropped as gently as possible against the other wall. My knees already ached a bit from moving over the cold tile floor by the time I was finished and making my way back to where he was standing.

Jake had put the roller tray on the counter next to the sink and begun to paint, and there was just enough room for me to kneel between him and the wall he was working on. I was now faced with the challenge of freeing his cock from his jeans without the use of my hands, and the added challenge of receiving a slight tug on one of my pigtails anytime I bumped into his foot with my knee or brushed against his leg with my shoulder in an effort to get myself into position.

"Careful down there, a little precision, please!"

I debated for a moment whether to try to remove his belt, or just unzip his fly, and decided on the latter. Tilting my head slightly to avoid his belt buckle, I used my tongue to pry up the pull tab on his zipper, until I finally had it positioned between my teeth. The fact that his cock was already bulging and now growing even larger didn't make my job any easier, and it took all of my concentration to pull the zipper down safely. Once that was done, I grabbed an edge of his boxers between my teeth and pulled back until his hard cock sprang free, hitting me in the cheek as it did so.

"Not bad, Ashley. A little slow, but not bad. Now, get to work!"

As Jake continued to work above me, I licked up and down on his cock, moistening the full length and girth before taking it into my mouth. I started with just a few inches, building a slow, steady rhythm before taking in a bit more of the length with each stroke. After a few minutes of this gentle stroking, he rested the roller in its pan, wiped his hands on a washcloth, and wrapped his hands around my pigtails, using them to push his entire length deep into my throat.

"I want you to keep it there, Ashley, while I finish my work here. You can suck, you can use your tongue, but don't you dare let it out of your mouth."

"Ummmm," I groaned in reply as much as possible with my mouth stuffed with cock.

"You're not trying to talk with your mouth full again, are you?"

I nodded from right to left to acknowledge that I understood, and after clutching my hair for a moment longer, he let me go and went back to his work. I concentrated on breathing through my nose and ignoring the pain in my kneecaps, focusing instead on the feeling of his long, hard cock in my mouth and pressing into my throat. As much as I could in my compromised position, I worked to pleasure him, using my tongue and moving my head back and forth to change his sensations inside my mouth.

"That's it, Ashley, keep it up just a little longer!"

Encouraged by his feedback, I closed my eyes, focused even harder on breathing through my nose, and pulled even more of his length into my mouth, so that my nose was pressed against his jeans and his tip was firmly in my throat. Once again, he set down his roller, this time using his free hands to clutch my tits, squeezing my nipples and causing me to gasp in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Yes, Ashley, my god, that's wonderful. Just hold it there a few seconds longer, then I want you to start moving on it again. You're going to make me cum!"

Relieved to finally be moving again, I began bobbing up and down on him with abandon, and it was just a few moments more before he began to approach his orgasm. "Remember, not a drop!"

I never slowed my motions, even as he began to jerk and spasm in my mouth, and I was rewarded with a huge load of cum, my mouth soon full of warm, sticky goo. I eagerly swallowed it all, except for one drop which escaped my lips, dripped down my chin, and because I couldn't stop it with a finger, dropped to the floor, splattering just in front of my knee. At first, I thought he might not notice, as he was still recovering from his powerful orgasm, but as he looked down into my eyes, smiling, he was just in time to see the drop splat against the tiles below.

He shook his head in silent disappointment, and reached down to help me to my feet. My knees were weak, and it took a moment for the blood to reach my feet again, so I leaned against him for support as he untied my hands. As soon as he had done so, he promptly turned the tie into a blindfold, covering my eyes and then spinning me around so that he could tie it against the back of my head. "Now, listen carefully."

I listened, expecting him to give me directions, but first all I heard were sounds - his belt being ripped free from his jeans, the rest of his clothes coming off, the moving of painting supplies which were obviously in the way for what he had in mind next. "Are you ready for your punishment, Ashley?"

"Um, yes?"

"Was that a question?"

"I'm ready."

"Good girl."

The sound of the belt as it struck firmly against my ass reached my ears almost before I felt the stinging sensation. Had he continued, it would have been too much, but apparently it was to be a single strike.

"Very good, Ashley. I'm glad you've learned to control your whining. Now we can get back to something more pleasurable."

His hand was soft against the back of my head as he released the knot of the blindfold and the tie cascaded to the floor. As soon as my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see that he was indeed naked, and I smiled at the sight of his gorgeous body. He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me in one smooth motion up onto the bathroom counter, the cold marble just what my still-tingling ass needed. He put his hands on my hips, and, wrapping his fingers around the fabric of my panties, quickly pulled them off as I stretched out my legs to make the job easier. I then spread my legs for him as his fingers worked to spread my lips apart, exposing my dripping wet pussy to his full view. As he began rubbing my clit, he used his other hand to turn on the hot water faucet, then, as steam began rising, reached down and picked up one of the unused paintbrushes, and held the plastic handle end under the faucet.

My mind raced as I imagined what he had in mind, and I looked at him with pure lust as he plunged the full length of the handle into my pussy. The handle wasn't large, perhaps four inches long and no more than an inch around, but the overwhelming naughtiness of his actions amazed me. I began moaning in pleasure as he moved the brush handle in and out, in and out, faster with each stroke, and then bent down to replace his finger with his tongue on my clit. After just a few moments more, I couldn't control myself any longer and began screaming out as my orgasm hit, fast and hard.

"God, yes, Jake, that's incredible. Faster, fast...."

He interrupted me by pulling the brush handle out of my pussy and forcing it into my mouth, so that I was tasting my own juices as I continued to cum. In place of the brush handle, he pushed four fingers inside of me, simply leaving them there as my pussy clenched around them, and I rode out the waves of pleasure.

"Ready for one more?" He pulled the brush handle out of my mouth just in time for an answer.

"Oh, yeah, Jake. Anything."

"Alright, turn around, spread your legs, and put your hands on the counter."

The warm water was still running in the sink, filling the room with steam and giving the slight sensation of a sauna. Before putting both hands on the counter, I reached up with one and wiped the mirror clean, so that I could see Jake behind me. As soon as I was ready, he pressed his body against mine, his hard cock slipping between my legs and rubbing against my open pussy lips. He reached around and began working to remove the babydoll, which was now wet against my skin from a combination of sweat and steam. I watched in the mirror as he removed it, tossed it to the floor, and began fondling my breasts.

I can't remember the exact moment when he pressed into me, it was such a natural escalation of his motions behind me. My eyes never left his in the mirror as he began fucking me, first with long, slow strokes, then gradually faster, and it wasn't long before we were both overwhelmed with pleasure. I had never experienced such sensory overload as he pounded into me from behind - the ability to watch in the mirror, all of the sounds of sex amplified by the small, tiled bathroom, and then his hand reaching down to my clit - I finally lost control and cried out over and over in ecstasy. Somewhere in the middle of my orgasm, I felt him cum deep inside of me as well, before finally collapsing against me, his head resting momentarily on my back, before he finally pulled out of me and began cleaning himself up.

"God, that was incredible."

"You can just call me Jake, really."

"Very funny," I said, and pretended to slug him in the shoulder.

"Just one complaint..."

"Oh really, what's that?"

"I was kind of hoping you would have painted the bathroom before I got here. Then we could have moved on to more interesting activities even sooner..."