Forest Gamble · Part 2 (2/2)
Previous
't planned to stay long enough to make it worth her bother.
So how are you doing?" she asked. "I understand you're still with Krista, how is that going?" I told her both were fine. She commented it was a pity Krista couldn't come up here and I agreed, managing to keep a straight face as I told Laura that Krista didn't want to make the trip all the way up here. Laura agreed it was a shame, it was so beautiful up here. She stretched out her arm to reach for her water bottle but stopped with an "ouch" and rubbed that shoulder with her other hand.
"It's such a shame," she confirmed. "You always gave such good massages. I could really use one of them right now…" she let it trail off.
I really should have just declined and left but my curiosity got the better of me. I wondered just what her agenda was. Was she making a play for me or just trying to slice into me, or maybe even everything was innocent and just as she said. I decided to let things go a little further to find out. I still had about fifteen minutes here before I had to get back to Krista within the hour she requested.
I made a "turn around" gesture with my finger and she coolly did just that as I stood up behind her and began to rub her shoulder blades. Yes, touching Laura was a mistake, especially with Krista helpless and waiting for me only a few miles away.
I rubbed her shoulders for a few minutes while she stood there quietly with an occasional soft muttering of thanks. But when I was about to finish she grabbed both of my hands with hers, holding them on her shoulders and pulling them a little forward onto her chest.
"I remember when we were married how you'd always want payment for the marvelous neck rubs you gave by massaging my breasts afterward." Her hands left mine just long enough to pull her tube top down to her waist. She was facing away from me but now she was topless. She grabbed my hands and started pulling them down toward her breasts like we always used to do. "My breasts are sore too, Maybe you could make them feel good like my shoulders."
She was pulling my hands down toward her breasts. I resisted but she had a firm grip. I could have fought her and broken away but wanted to see just how far she was willing to go. I kept my hands on her upper chest and let them go no lower.
"I've got someone and you know that,” I started. “Krista…"
"Isn't here right now. I'm not going to tell and you are not, so what does it matter? It's only a little massage, a favor for old times’ sake. Look, you want to, I want you to, just go ahead. No one will know."
I wondered, just how far she was wanting to go? Did she really just want the sort of human touch it looked like she had been without for a while up here? Was she just wanting a quick fling? Or was she trying to take me back like Krista suspected? Or maybe she just wanted to have sex with me so she could throw the event in Krista's face and ruin my relationship with her. There was only one way to find out. I stopped fighting and she pulled my hands over her bare breasts and I began to massage and squeeze them. We had done this so many times just like this in the past, she'd lean against me and close her eyes and almost purr while I reached over her or around her and massaged her breasts. It was easy to do. It wasn't something Krista and I had ever done; she had never shown that much of an interest in it. And yeah, I liked it. I always had.
She just leaned back into me and let me work, gently breathing with an occasional sigh or moan. Just like old times. After about three minutes of it, where she got steadily more expressive, her hands dropped to her waist and undid the one button of her skirt. A second later it was sailing across the RV to a chair. I looked down, she was naked now, I could see between her legs a trimmed brown bush
She spun around, took my hands, pulled me down for a kiss. "Carl, please fuck me. You know what this does to me, you've started a fire like always and I need you to put it out." She started pulling me toward a bed where we had done just that many times before.
I stopped, pulled back. "But Krista…" I started.
She looked like she got a little impatient or mad. "Oh, don't Krista me. She's not here. She'll never know. Just this once and I'll never ask again." She looked at me, tugged. I stood firm. Five miles away Krista was tied helpless and naked between two trees, waiting for me. Trusting me.
Laura switched to another tack. "You could spend the night here." She brushed off the objections I started to make. "Just call her and tell her you got a flat tire and you can't get it fixed until tomorrow morning. I have to be in the dining hall from 5 to 6 but after that we could go to the Harley Bar and have dinner. I could drink two, maybe three Long Island Iced Teas and you *know* what that'll do to me. You could bring me back here and pour me into bed and do anything you want to me all night long."
"Anything?"
"Anything." She reached over and dug into a drawer and to my great surprise drew out a pair of handcuffs. "You could use these on me or tie me spread-eagle to the bed and fuck me hard like you used to."
I was really over my head. Laura had put up with the bondage stuff when we were married but there was normally a price for doing that sort of thing. To have her offer it now was unreal.
"You could use them on me now if you wanted. Sort of a down payment on tonight. Cuff my hands behind my back, lean me over the bed and fuck me hard. You used to like doing that. You could do that right now if you wanted. We have time before five to have some fun…"
I thought about it. "But…"
Laura gently put her finger across my lips. "She'll be fine, don't worry. She'll find someone new. She's pretty; it shouldn't be that hard. I know you. I know what you want, know what you like, know how to please you. I want you back. However you want to do it, just fuck me now. The rest will be easy." She took the handcuffs behind her back with both hands and a second later I heard both ratcheting down on her wrists. She looked at the top shelf of the storage rack beside us where I saw two handcuff keys resting. “I can't get to those now. I'll do whatever I have to do to get you to give me the keys. But I want you! Fuck me now!"
She turned and bent over the bed. She had a nice bottom and her pussy looked red and engorged. She lay still, waiting for me to take her offer.
I thought about just walking out now, leaving her naked and with her hands cuffed behind her back. Someone else would have to find her that way and free her if that truly was her only keys. They generally only provided two; it was pretty reasonable that she would indeed be trapped if I did. I looked back to where she lay on the bed, saw her face with her eyes closed, waiting, hoping.
And I snapped. Just like Krista, who loved me and trusted me. Who had seen all this coming from miles away and let me come alone anyway. And who I had made no formal promises to but plenty of informal ones. And who trusted me not to cheat on her. Unlike Laura.
I reached up and grabbed the handcuff keys, unlocked one of her wrists and then pressed them into her hands as I spoke.
"No. I have made a promise to Krista. I didn't cheat on you no matter what you think and I'm not going to cheat on her. I'm sorry; I gotta go." I walked straight out of the RV and into my truck and was gone.
I made it back to Krista with five minutes to spare. She was really happy to see me, it looked like she might have been crying but that all went away when she saw me. I started untying her right away. "Wait!" she protested. "Aren't you going to… well…"
"No. You couldn't have been more right about Laura if you had a fucking crystal ball. And I just want to get away from here. Very far away from here. With you."
She rubbed her wrists as I untied her ankles. "You made it back within the hour, yes?" I looked up long enough to nod yes.
"OK, so I'm now your sex slave for the rest of the weekend. I promised, so I will."
I had finished with her ankles and was putting all the rope back in the backpack. "Is my t-shirt in there?” she asked. “Could I get it?"
"Yes, and no," I told her. "You are my sex slave and I want you naked for a while."
She looked at me and then giggled. She had a beautiful giggle. "Yes, master." And then she giggled some more, very happy.
We walked hand in hand back to the truck. She looked hardly bug-bit at all. She asked me, "Master, when can I expect to get my clothes back?" I told her if she was very good she might get them back before Monday. She shut up at that.
I told her on our way out what happened. She listened quietly, squeezing my free hand, then thanked me and said she knew she was right to trust me. And then she looked at me with her big brown eyes. "Master, your slave girl has a thought she'd like to share."
All this "Master" stuff was kind of strange. We played, sure, but had never done anything like this before. I asked her where it was all coming from.
She shyly admitted that she had read a few books in the past and thought that with the right guy it might be kinda fun, but she'd never actually had the chance or ever talked this way with anyone before. "Besides," she informed me with a roll of her head and a smile, "You know me. Try anything once, maybe more if it's good. So far so good. And I am your sex slave for the weekend, so it sorta fits. And it is kinda fun." She fixed me with a smile. "Besides, this will be all over Monday morning. Run with it while you have it!"
"So what's this thought of my slave girl has?"
She began slowly. "Master does not need to take his slave straight home if he does not wish. Maybe Master can find a hotel room for the night up here. Maybe Master would like to do with his slave what his former mistress wanted to do. Master could take his slave to the Biker Bar and she could drink several drinks like his old mistress wanted to. And then Master could take his slave girl to the hotel room and pour her into the bed and of course do anything he wanted to her all night." She paused for a second and then broke into more giggles for a moment.
I looked at her. "And if someone from camp is there, of course it might get back to her."
"Of course. It's possible that even the b… Master's old mistress could be there and watch Master… properly dominate his slave." A giggle and then a deep sigh from Krista. "Of course all a slave girl has is a t-shirt, Master might have to go to the store and get some skimpy sexy clothes for dinner that a good slave girl would have no choice but to wear." Krista was smirking now, enjoying herself and the game. Yup, she was really pissed at Laura. "And yes, it would be quite a shame if Master's old mistress was there or heard about what little a poor slave wore or how Master took advantage of his slave at dinner…" She stammered for a second. "Sorry, I can't do the slave talk any more for a moment." She got this big grin on her face. "You bet your ass, I'd love for Laura to learn that you did to me what she wanted you to do to her."
"Wouldn't you want to help pick out the outfit?" I asked.
She grimaced. "In just that t-shirt? With my pussy hanging out? I’d get arrested, and that would spoil the evening. Actually no, I'd hate to walk through Target in just that." She gave a theatrical loud sigh. "But the life of a slave girl is hard and she does what her Master wishes." And Krista giggled some more.
Krista tried to hide it but I could see her becoming more and more worried as she was still naked and we approached the road and my truck. Where she had been tied there were too many trees to see her naked body from the road but now we were curing that issue.
We were still a distance away from the road but could see my truck and a small part of the road ahead and for her the worst happened. We could hear an approaching car. There were still some trees around and it wasn't like we'd be standing by the truck when the car drove past in about 45 seconds, but if they were looking she would be clearly visible.
"Car… Master!" She squeaked. "May I have my t-shirt? I hear a car coming!"
I figured it was time to put her to the test. "No, slave. Stand still with your feet about two feet apart."
She looked at me wildly. "But…"
"I will protect you, now and always. But were you serious when you said you'd do anything I wanted?"
"Yes, but…" The sound of the car was getting closer.
"Clasp your hands behind your neck!" I snapped at her. She looked at me for a second, then did as I asked. "What do I do if they see me?" She moaned.
"Smile and wave at them."
"Are you serious?"
"Absolutely."
The sound of the car approaching continued to grow louder as I stepped away from her, pulled out my cell phone and started taking pictures of her. She was beautiful, beyond a doubt, the scenery was excellent and lush and green, her own brown hair was curled around her shoulders, breasts firm and high in the sunlight and a brown triangle of delight clearly visible between her legs. She was almost in a panic but holding position, her hands clasped behind her neck, everything showing. Damn I loved her so much! Tonight I was going to fuck her so hard she'd need crutches tomorrow.
She slayed in position. I wondered if she was going to break at the last minute and scream and run behind a tree but she had a resolute look on her face behind the smile for the camera and held still. The car sped by fifty yards away. I couldn't see it, my back to the road taking pictures I'd treasure forever but she did. She almost bolted but didn't. And she didn't break position to wave at the car. It roared past and off into the distance down the road. I put the camera away and walked back up to her, held out my hand for hers and we continued walking to the car.
"Anyone see you?" I asked.
"No. Single person, male, about thirty, never looked over here," she told me in relief. "I don't know what I’d’ve done if he had seen me."
"Wave?" I suggested.
She smiled. "Yes, Master, I would have smiled and waved as you said."
"It's actually not that bad." I gave her my opinion. "If someone had seen you, it might have been good. 'Heey Laura. I saw a truck parked on the road along the way that looked like Carl’s and off in the forest I saw a guy who looked like Carl taking pictures of this really beautiful brown-haired woman and she was *naked*!"
She looked at me a little funny, then she laughed. She smacked me on the shoulder and then said "Sorry, Master, my hand slipped." but she was still laughing. We made it to the truck and there were no sounds of anyone else approaching.
"Master?" she began tentatively. "We're going to be on the freeway with people passing us. Am I going to still be without clothing?"
I looked at her. "You look beautiful naked and I may just keep you that way until Monday." She groaned.
In fact I gave her the t-shirt back after being on the road for a few minutes. She was really unhappy and yes, the traffic was kind of heavy. I decided to take her up on the offer for the Harley Bar and the hotel. First was proper clothing for Krista. She really, really did not want to go into the department store in just that t-shirt. It was just too short, she never even planned to get out of the car for a soda once she tossed her shorts and bra out the window, and just no. I couldn’t argue that, having seen her in it as we walked to the trees. I went in alone, emerging a bit later with a pair of daisy dukes that fit her. She was satisfied with that.
We both went into the store this time. We wound up stuck between a strapless shorts set or a really short minidress, both which would look beautiful on her. She looked at both and asked me if there was any chance of getting a pair of panties if she chose the minidress. I nodded no, to which she just smiled. She still picked the minidress. She asked me to be understanding at dinner. If we met someone I knew she just might ‘accidentally’ do a Fatal Attraction on them just so they would tell Laura she was not only up here, but up here in a miniskirt commando. I told her of course I would not object or stop her but there might be later punishment for a slave girl who was that careless. She looked up at me with big green eyes and asked if that was a promise.
We did run into some people we knew at the biker bar. Laura wasn’t there, but two of them were her friends so she was sure to get a blistering report. Krista wasn’t wearing a bra in that dress and did manage to establish she wasn’t wearing panties either. Once we got back to the room she couldn’t stop kissing me and I don’t think it was the alcohol. And all the way down the hill to home, she was naked as the breeze. She never complained a bit.
Forest Gamble · Part 2 (2/2)
Previous
