Lessons for Laura (2 page)

I turned back to her quickly. “What? Where are you going?”

“Don’t question me, Laura.” She placed the cuffs down the
waist band of her jeans and walked back to the chair to pick up her boots.

“Did I do something wrong? Please don’t leave me like this!
I want… ” I followed her, and she turned back to me with a soft curl to her
lips.

“It isn’t about what you want.”

I was even more confused.

She kissed me on the cheek then whispered softly as she
tapped my hungry pussy like a good little pet. “I’ll finish that later.”

She backed away and sternly said, “Do
not
finish it
yourself.” She turned and walked out the door, boots in hand. I just stood
there naked and speechless, waiting for her bad joke to end. And then I heard
the brass bell and the familiar rattle of the glass in the old front door
downstairs as it slammed.

What kind of lesson was that?

Finding myself several moments later standing there naked
and frustrated, I tried to believe it was all a dream; however, the proof
between my legs and the burn on my ass affirmed the reality. My frustration
turned to anger.

I will fucking finish what she started, in a hot bath. How’s
she going to know?

My willfulness to finish in spite of her warning teetered on
the edge of my sanity. I was left unsatisfied, yet sure she could not possibly
discover my forbidden
indiscretion—and not sure if I cared. I looked
around my empty bathroom, listening to the silence of my apartment reassuring
my privacy.

The bath soothed my frustrated body; but only one thing
could sooth my restless desire. I slid down in the tub and spread my knees,
resting them on either side of the cold porcelain. I slowly moved my hand down
to the ache I wanted—no, needed—to relieve. I slipped my fingers between the
soft lips to the silky moisture I had offered her…
in vain
.

I curled my fingers just inside the opening and then snuck
them back up to the very heart of my desire. Slowly at first I rubbed; then
fast and furious. I was unable to think further than the release just moments
away. It only took a few strokes to make me moan openly. With my eyes closed, I
could imagine it was her touching me. The moans grew louder as I approached the
final peak.

The inside door to my apartment slammed shut. The gasp of my
release turned to one of sudden panic. I stood quickly and grabbed a towel. Dripping
water along my path, I stumbled to the door. From the top of the stairs I heard
the exterior door slam. I felt rather than heard her motorcycle rumble away and
squeal around the corner. I had been caught.

~~~2~~~

Restless sleep and worry left me anxious the next
morning. My stomach was in knots as I showered and then dressed. My feelings
were conflicted and my head tried to convince my heart to
just walk away
.
This was a strange yet seductive relationship, and the craving in my body
seemed to be winning the battle over all my sensibilities. What was so wrong
with what I did, anyway?

It is my body after all,
and if I choose to please myself I have that right. No matter what she thinks.

That morning was unusually
busy. Calls started early, asking for example if I had a particular copy of a particular
first edition hardback. Grandfather had collected and hand-catalogued such
volumes for years.

“Good morning, Harrington
Books.”

Her low exact voice read out
an address and asked—or rather, told—me where to be at 7:00 that evening.
Before I could respond she hung up. I held the phone to my ear listening to the
dial tone.

What is drawing me to this woman? What has she got I seem
to crave?

Lesson Two

Tall and striking, she stood casually against the far wall
talking to the pretty blonde in the smoky dim bar. Their eyes and smiles
flashed signals of attraction. Watching them through the large mirror behind
the bar almost excited me. At the same time, I wanted to walk over there and
take back what was mine.

Mine? Was she mine? Was I falling too fast and allowing her
to take more of me than I was ready to give? My legs crossed tightly, holding
the moisture that built. The short dress was my only barrier between the public
bar stool and my steaming desire for her touch.

I should be angry and jealous. I shouldn’t let her play
with me like this.

Her attention suddenly diverted from her companion to me.
Pride swelled inside and I puffed with new confidence as I turned on the stool to
acknowledge her gaze. When she had my full undivided attention, she turned back
to the eager slut she was using to torment me. I flashed a confident smile at
them and took another sip of my drink.

Her voice blew into my ear from behind. “Right on time.”

I tried to turn toward her, but she held me so that I faced
only her reflection in the mirror. The firm hand slid under my dress and forced
my legs open under the concealment of the bar countertop. Fingers pressed into
the warm depths of my surrender. She pushed deeper inside me. A flush covered
my face as the bartender smiled a knowing glance my way.

“Oh, yeah, you don’t need me for this. You seem to be
perfectly capable of doing it yourself.”

She stared deep into my eyes in the mirror while her wet
hand slid down the inside of my thigh and squeezed.

“Wait here while I finish my game with the young lady.” She
walked back over to the blonde still waiting for her at the pool table.

I turned to watch her “game.” Knowing the woman didn’t stand
a chance of leaving with her was not a suitable comfort for the jealous twinges
I felt watching them touch and laugh and flirt. At the same time I worried I
may have made a big mistake by allowing myself to be drawn into her game.

What is keeping my ass on this stool?

She glanced at me from time to time, I think to make sure I
was still watching. The full gamut of emotions drove me a bit crazy. The last
straw was when she smacked the tight little ass with her open hand, causing the
blonde to squeal in delight. A vast difference from my tears and betrayal of the
previous evening. This finally drove me to my instinctive escape plan.

Just as I finished paying the bartender, she was behind me
again. “Let’s go.”

Flames inside me grew as she took me by the waist and led me
out the door, past the poor little loser of her cruel game played for my
benefit, not hers.

The night air was dense and heady. It was a long city block
to the parking lot where my car sat at the far end, while her Harley was one of
the first parked in the row. She climbed on and held it upright for me.

“Get on. Well pick up your car tomorrow.”

“I can’t ride in this dress.”

“Sure you can.” She waited.

Standing there trying to decide if I was going to challenge
her or just get on the bike drew the look that encouraged my decision to
challenge. I turned and walked toward my car.

She started the loud roaring engine and pulled past me. She
pulled across my car, blocking the driver’s side door, and waited again. Once I
arrived she held her hand out to me.

“Get on, Laura. Please don’t make me ask you again.”

I scanned the parking lot for onlookers. I would be exposing
more than a little leg when I mounted the large leather seat behind her. I
placed my hand in hers, pulled my skirt up to the top of my right thigh, and
stepped up onto the peg. She reached back to pull my hips in to her. Sliding
her right hand up my dress, she squeezed my ass, causing my thighs to tighten around
her hips. She returned her hand to the throttle, and we pulled out onto the
dark downtown street.

I had no idea where this bike—or this night—would take me. Free
and safe, leaning against her strong back with my arms and legs around her were
the only feelings left. The city lights soon faded behind us, and we were
chasing the ocean to our left while the moonlight above guided us.

The air from the ocean was cool on my skin, and the
freshness from the salt water penetrated my senses. Her left hand rested on my
upper thigh as we cruised up the coast line. My long dark hair whipped behind
us like a flag.

We turned off the road to an empty lookout. With the
kickstand down and the bike leaning, I released my grip on her and sat up to
readjust my balance. She got off the bike and then climbed right back on in the
same spot, this time facing me. Both of her hands gripped my ass, and she pulled
me toward her, separating the moist bond between my bare ass and the hot
leather seat. I looked into her eyes as I allowed her to place me where she
wanted me.

She caressed my legs as she lifted and placed them over
hers, drawing me in even closer, my eager pussy almost touching her. Wrapping
my arms around her shoulders, I pulled her in for a long-awaited kiss. My lips
parted and my eyes closed. Her hot breath washed my face as she teased and
summoned my lips to chase her delicious mouth. I craved her taste.

When she had me fully engulfed in the succulent grip on my
swollen tongue, she slid her fingers between the wet leather seat and my
remaining sanity. As her fingers reached the opening of my tormented desire, I
moaned slightly, which stopped both her advance and the kiss cold.

“That wasn’t a very impressive moan. I heard better than
that last night. Am I not doing it right?”

Her fingers plunged deep inside me. I reached for her
forearm and pulled to stop her. The resistance that held her inside me only
turned me on more. She leaned in and whispered, “Go ahead, do it yourself.” Then
she pulled out.

Leaning back on the handlebars in front of me she crossed
her arms and watched. The pitch of the bike made me feel unsteady without her
holding me. My legs were atop hers and my crotch was exposed to her stare.

“Go ahead, Laura; show me how you like it.”

I sat there embarrassed not so much for what I had done as
for being caught at it.

“What were you doing there anyway?” I asked her, while I stubbornly
tried to pull myself together on the bike.

She gripped the tops of my legs to hold me in place. “No, I
want you to stay right here and show me how to get one of those long throaty
moans you worked up last night.”

“Stop teasing me. It was your fault. I… ”

Before I could finish, she grabbed my hips and pulled me
forward then pressed her fingers to my breast bone, pushing me back across the
seat with my head resting on the back fender. My legs spread wide and hung down
on either side of her. My balance was challenged again. She placed both of my
hands in my crotch and pressed them there firmly. I could no longer see her
face from my position. My remaining concealment was lifted with my dress. My
position was awkward and uncomfortable.

“You did exactly what I told you not to do, and it’s
my
fault?”

The surf and her words pounded in my head along with
confusion. My hands lay frozen in spite of the heat beneath them, unsure of her
actual desire. Her body shifted back and I no longer felt her touch.

Is she testing me?

It had been her fault! She tormented me and just left me
there to suffer. I don’t like to suffer.

“What are you waiting for, Laura?”

Suddenly I felt a firm smack on the high part of my inner
thigh.

“I’m not sure what you want.” The words flowed out of me
involuntarily and my hands instinctively moved to cover the sting on my tender
skin.

Roughly she placed my hands back on my pussy then slapped
the same tender spot again.

“Don’t play, Laura. You’re a smart girl.”

The bike shifted as she drew her hand back for a third slap.
My fingers quickly found the opening of my pussy. I circled it, and then held
the lips apart to allow my other hand clear access. My heat collided with the cool
air. I pushed two of my fingers in and out, coating them with my own silky
lubricant to allow a smooth glide over my clit.

Knowing she was watching me was more exciting than I
imagined. I took the small knot between my fingers and rubbed it until my body
began to rise and fall with the rhythm of my own urging. Arching upward to
moans grew more pronounced as I reacted to the shudders in my belly.

She pushed my hand away with hers just before my final
strokes, causing me to stiffen and resist her hold. She pushed her own fingers
into me easily. The heat was so extreme I felt it rush up through my entire
body. Deeper and deeper she pushed; then out slowly, pulling my body to her. My
moans filled the air, deep-from-the-soul kind of moans. And then just as I gave
into my own craving, she pulled out.

Strong hands lifted me to onto her lap. My legs were still
spread on either side of her and the motorcycle. My open pulsing pussy rested
on the bulge in the front of her well-worn jeans. I realized quickly there was
more there than just her.

She placed her hands on my hips and pushed me down against it.
I stroked her thick short wavy hair and kissed her face, searching for her
mouth, my consciousness lost in her arms and the desire to have her inside me.
I pushed my want into her and allowed the feeling to take me as I reached down
between us and unbuckled the wide leather belt. I flipped open the buttons
easily and ran my hand in to feel the erect cock. I slid my hips back and
eagerly pulled it from her pants, trying desperately to place it inside me as
she held me just out of reach.

She twisted my hair into her hand and pulled my head back to
look at my desperation.

“Suck my dick, Laura.” Her eyes waited for my reaction.

At that moment I wanted to do anything she asked. I wanted
to make up for my mistake and make her forget. I wanted her to fuck me.

Quickly I pushed myself from her lap then as far back as I
could on the seat and placed my feet firmly on the back pegs. Leaning forward,
I rubbed the head of the smooth latex cock with my lips. It was warm to the
touch and tasted like her. A heady sensuous aroma filled me as I begin to kiss
the long firm shaft, exploring down close to her heat and then running my lips
and tongue back to the perfectly formed head. My mouth watered as I stretched
my lips around its girth. She raised her hips to meet my sucking. A reluctant
moan escaped her, causing me to gasp and take more of her into my mouth.