Conclusions…

days later

Lacey was still recovering from the fun of that evening. Bret never explained how he managed to beat her back to the hotel. He had time to stop sweating when she arrived. A small appetizing meal was nearly completed too.

As Lacey put together her things for the next day of business, she looked over her closet once more. There were several very sexy and very racy items that had not yet seen the light of day. They had been collected and saved for the right occasion. Bret was the right man for the right occasion.

There was a new red dress that had a full open back. Bret would be the first person to see her in this super fitted red dress. Lacey secretly hoped that Bret would take full advantage of the access the dress had to offer. But that was a topic for another time.

Her body was still enjoying the glow that came from the sensual massage he had delivered at the hotel. His hands had explored her and introduced her to feelings she had never known. The velvet covered handcuffs had been tested. Her skin had loved the touch of his leather-glove-covered hand which he contrasted with ice. Although she had hesitated, the hot wax treatment he had delivered had her yearning for him on yet another higher level.

Bret had won her heart. And true to his form, he had left her wanting. He had driven her through the challenging narrows to ensure she was going to safely make it home. He had no difficulties at all. The man was a complete pro. Once she was safely through, Bret wished her a good night and got out and walked back to the hotel. All she had left of him was his scent, his packaged food, and one short nylon rope he had used to softly caress her skin leaving goosebumps.

Bret had called to let her know he had gotten home safely. His voice sounded so heavenly. She had hung on his every word. The date was perfect. Nowhere did he mention a second date. Nowhere had he mentioned plans for their future.

On his side of town, Bret felt extremely lucky to have had this date with Lacey. The future was not yet certain. Anything could change and this perfect memory was all he would have. Part of him was glad he had resisted the urge to ask for a token memory of the date to keep. It would have been tacky and out of place to ask for her panties. Those juvenile ways were behind him.

His buddy teased him about his trip into the desert. The running joke was that he was so smitten with the sway of Lacey’s hips and heaving of her breasts that Bret needed to escape into the desert to find a spot that was hot enough to distract his desires. Little did his buddy know that the whole point of the trip was to sizzle some heat with Lacey.

As far as Bret was concerned, his secret would remain with Lacey. Whatever the future held, so long as it was on his terms and something she agreed with, then great. If not, the memories of the desert would never be taken from him.

The phone rang. Bret looked at the number, hoping it was Lacey. It was the mechanic who had helped him make this date possible. Taking the phone, the old man gave out some sage advice. One date did not make a relationship. Now that the process as starting, it was time to plan the next date. According to the mechanic, with a very high bar set, setting expectations while allowing nature to take it’s course was crucial.

Bret listened. The man sounded wise. In the time of their first encounter to the epic date in the desert, Bret had learned to respect the man’s point of view. To be with a woman so far out of his league would require out of this league strategy to maintain the new found trust and move things towards a relationship, if it could even be.

A new plan was taking shape, one that would allow for a better second date. Bret took in the idea of having his hand cupping Lacey’s breasts again and smiled.

Lacey, now suited up for work, looked at herself in the mirror. Her glow was well contained. No one would suspect she had fallen for a man. She wiggled her rear. She was grateful for the blessings her mom had given her. The next target client was a butt fan. Closing this deal was going to please her boss to no end. Lacey was very happy she didn’t have to go after Bret to take over his business. She wanted her relationship to have a chance.

On the way out, Lacey checked her mailbox. There was an envelope. The postage had a hand drawn handcuff beneath it. Her smile quickly led to a blush. If Bret had dug up where she lived, he was better than good. Little did Lacey know that the letter was not from Bret, but someone else who wished he could lay hands on her and have his way with her. A person not used to hearing no from anyone. Such a person hoped and prayed that Bret would never stand in-between his desires for Lacey, as Bret seemed the only person capable of preventing him of acquiring Lacey.

The End?

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