Unspoken Need

Unspoken Need

****** Son Plaisir ******

I had that feeling – that “trapped in a cage” feeling – that “need to escape” feeling. When I get that way, I drive. So I got in my car and took off down the road. I wasn’t headed anywhere in particular, it’s just the driving that helps. Absentmindedly I crossed into Jersey got on the I-95 going south. I kept saying to myself, “At the next overpass I’ll turn around and head home.”

It was about 9:15pm when I pulled into the parking lot of Denise’s favorite bar. I walked in and found that it wasn’t crowded, but she was nowhere to be seen. “Oh well,” I told myself. I sat down and ordered a drink. I got a few strange looks from the locals. I ignored them. Instead, I stared at the gold liquid in the glass in front of me. Jack tastes better when you let it breathe.

I’d had 2 by the time Denise strolled in. Since she wasn’t expecting me, it took her a minute to see me then realize who I was and come over. As Denise hugged me she asked, “Why didn’t you call me? What are you doing here?” I replied, “I was just going for a drive and I wound up here.” Denise said, “Oh honey, that’s a helluva drive, you all right?” At that point Denise’s husband Adam walked in the place. “Oh my goodness girl, what’re you doin’ here?” Adam is a big guy. He just reached around, snatched me off the barstool and hugged the stuffing out of me. We all got to laughing. Adam looked around and said, “Where’s Richard at?” I replied, “I have no idea.” Adam figured I was joking and asked Denise, “Hey hon, where’s Richard?” Denise’s reply was, “Yeah, where is Richard?” I shrugged my shoulders, had another shot. Denise stopped asking and wandered off.

An hour later and few miles away, Richard’s phone buzzed. The text message said, “Come have a drink, D.” Nothing better to do, he headed down to the bar. The place was crowded. He maneuvered his way inside and to the end of the bar. That was when he saw me, playing darts. After the fifth or sixth shot Jack tells you that you can play darts.

Richard walked towards me, the woman playing darts, with a smile and a look of confusion. He knew who he was looking at. He knows every inch, every curve of me. But I wasn’t supposed to be here. I’m supposed to be in New York. His mind racing – “Why is she here? Why hadn’t she told me she was coming?” And then it clicked! He’d heard it in my voice yesterday, but our call got cut short and we never talked about it.

Richard walked up behind me and put his hands on my waist and turned me to face him. The minute I saw him my eyes welled up with tears. He pulled me towards him and hugged me, saying, “It’s bad isn’t it?” I just nodded my head. Releasing me from the hug, he asked, “Why didn’t you tell me?” and without waiting for an answer, “When were you going to tell me you were here?” In the pause I replied, “I wasn’t going to tell you, I was just going to leave in the morning.” After a silent stare he asked, “Why would you come all the way down here and then do that?” I shrugged my shoulders and said, “I felt stupid once I got here.” That sent him on a tirade of “No you are not stupid,” “I should have realized how much time has gone by,” and “This long-distance thing is kicking our asses.”

“C’mon let’s get out of here. Did you get a hotel room?” He wasn’t slowing down and I didn’t want to speak, so I just shook my head. “No? Let’s go get you a room, then we’ll go say ‘hello’ to my sister and I’ll get my stuff, OK? Can you handle the relatives tonight?” Again, all I could do was nod.

We left my car at the bar and drove to the hotel I usually stay at when I visit. “Can you stay a couple of nights?” I held up three fingers. He checked me in. We drove over to his sister’s place, said hello, hung around for a bit, and then he gathered up his stuff and we headed back to the hotel.

The first thing I did at the hotel was shower. After the drive and the bar I felt grimy. Standing there with the water raining down on me, I just started to cry. He must have heard me because he came in, dragged me out of the shower and just held me. I noticed that he had set up his massage table lined with sheets and plenty of towels. I looked up at him. He said, “Lay down, face up.”

****** Richard ******

I told Son Plaisir lay on her back on the table and close her eyes. I looked her up and down, watching her twitch. I shook my head – She’s not normally twitchy. I decided to start with her feet. I oiled my hands and, one foot at a time, began to massage and work her muscles. I made my way up her calves to her thighs, over her hips, up her waist and across her belly, working my fingers and hands massaging and kneading up her rib cage, her hands, her arms, her face, her scalp. “Son Plaisir, I am going to turn you onto your belly now, are you ready? OK.” Face down now, I started with her neck, then her right shoulder, then her left. I shook my head at the condition her left shoulder was in. “Hang on baby, change of plans, I’ll be right back.” I went for two buckets of ice, folded the ice securely in hand towels and placed them on and around her left shoulder. “I’ll come back and work on that after the ice has done its thing.” I worked my way down her body section by section, working out that twitchiness. When I got to her thighs I couldn’t help but smile, I knew she’d be wet. I made my way down to the soles of her feet, and then went back to that left shoulder worked on it for a while. I didn’t want it hurting her for the rest of the night.

I turned Son Plaisir back over so she was laying on her back again, kissed her, drew her arms up above her head and tied them to the table, splayed her legs open and tied her ankles apart to the table legs. Then I placed the blindfold over her eyes. I saw her lip quiver – the blindfold was new to her. I leaned down and whispered, “Do you trust me?” “Yes,” she replied. “Then give it to me, ALL of it – Scream, curse, yell, call me names, just let it go and then breathe and enjoy.” She nodded her head and said, “OK, but what are you going to do?” As I laughed I said, “That’s for me to take care of. What are you going to do?” Not missing my intent she smiled and said, “Let it go and enjoy.” She couldn’t see my eyes or my smile, so I said, “Good girl!”

I kissed her again and lit the candle. I waited for the wax to melt and pool, lifted it over her, and carefully dripped a pretty design in hot, stinging wax up and down her body as she screamed and cursed me. When I was done with the wax and had given her some time to settle, I picked up the crop and worked it up and down the front of her body making her breasts, nipples and skin pink, especially between her thighs, without touching her sex. I let her catch her breath, then untied her and turned her onto her belly and tied her back down.

I lit another candle, repeating the process. When she lets go and screams it is music to my ears. She was finally starting to let go. I made my pretty little design with the hot melted wax, and after giving her another few minutes to settle again, I picked up the crop. Ignoring her asscheeks, I worked her body, lashing harder than the other side.

When her screams reached that perfect pitch I stopped. I untied her and half walked/half carried her to the bed. I sat down in the middle of it and pulled her across my lap. The smacks to her asscheeks started out slow but picked up speed and intensity as I went along. She started to sob. I said, “Let it go” and continued back and forth, covering her asscheeks with nice red handprints. She continued to sob and I felt her body tense and lightly tremble. I felt her juices wet my lap. I continued to spank through her orgasm, I knew she was not done. Smack after smack my hand landed again and again until finally she howled, her body bucked and convulsed, and my jeans were soaked with her juices. I stopped when her panting, gasping and sobbing subsided. I sat with her splayed across me until she was ready to move. She slid off me and to one side of the bed. I moved down alongside her and pulled her to me and held her. Almost instantly she was in a deep sleep. At some point I must have dozed off as well. I woke with my cock in her mouth and the sun rising, and as she worked me over, I came. I remember thinking “This is going to be a good day!”