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Authors name: SafeWord (anonymous)
Story title : O-2000 - Part 13
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O-2000 -- Part 13 (Fdomf, Rom, oral)
By "SafeWord"
No one's! Old enough to read this...make your own
decision.
Dedicated to: Deirdre, Who could say more in fewer
words than I'll ever manage:
to: Lenny Bruce for his courage
to: "O"
O-2000 : Love Fest : Episode X : Smooth (ver by S)
: Too Much Heaven (ver by BG)
"Whoever lov'd , that lov'd not at first sight?"
"Hero and Leander" i .
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Mistress was still looking down, smiling at me when I
opened my glassy eyes.
"Don't expect that, all the time, roll over!"
I rolled over and she untied my arms , giving me a
solid playful smack on my backside.
"Ok, up lets get you dressed , sit here", and she
indicated a spot close to her on the car's seat. I
sat beside her while she opened a control panel built
into her armrest. The seat on the side, where I had
been sitting , moved forward into the passenger
section, revealing a mini wardrobe. Half a dozen
outfits hung behind the seat along with little racks
for shoes and small drawers for delicates.
She lifted out and looked over a couple of dresses
before selecting a short dress in a mini skirt style .
"This should fit you , and here, try these on." She
dug into one of the drawers and pulled out a soft bra
and matching powder blue bikini panties. I put them on
and they fit me perfectly. "I thought that you and I
were about the same size."
The dress formed fitted onto me, a size too small but
that adding to it's sexy effect as she helped me get it
on, her hands smoothed it down over me. The material
was not just one color, but a series of different
shades of blue running down its length. The fabric was
made of some synthetic silky cashmere.
"Oh, it looks better on you than on me! You should be
modeling for Randolph! Now , Shoes! Let's see? She
selected a pair of sandals and helped me put them on.
The shoes had two-inch lifts and a thin toe tong but
were so delicate that it looked like my feet were bare.
Mistress was just a half shoe size larger than me but
the sandals fit me fine.
"All right lets get that hair straightened up." More
fiddling with the controls and the hidden closet
noiselessly disappeared. A tiny vanity appeared built
into the back of the drivers seat. The little drawer's
of the portable vanity contained brushes combs,
cosmetics . A complete traveling boudoir .
She saw my amused grin and looked at me quizzically "
What's so funny?"
I smiled at her "I'm waiting for the bathroom to
appear!"
She pondered, "No. . . .I didn't have that, installed!
Well, maybe, in my next one." We laughed, but I noted
that the possibility was not dismissed as ridiculous,
just deferred for future consideration! Money could
open up worlds of possibilities, even in something as
mundane as a car.
She helped me with my hair and selected a color-matched
range of cosmetics for me. I was turned towards her and
she proceeded to apply, eyeliner, mascara, blush,
lipstick , giving me complete make over , with the
efficiency of a professional beautician.
She faced me to the vanity mirror, "there! Is that ok?"
My image in the mirror had gained five years and I
looked so cool!
I realized that I had been transformed into a chic
looking young , Women!
I said to her "You're a wonder worker"
She smiled at the complement "My friends and I made up
each other with my Mother's cosmetics all the time. At
the salon, I never seem to get the same girl and I
travel so much, I don't have really have much time to
go to one, so I took a little course to learn how to
do it properly."
"I'd say you learned to perfection, Thank You." and I
gave her a kiss. Then pulled away quickly thinking I
might get lipstick on her.
"No don't worry it, doesn't smear" and she leaned into
me and gave me a much longer , deeper kiss.
A little chime broke us reluctantly apart and I
realized the limo was no longer in motion. She touched
her controls again and the windows changed from opaque
to clear and for the first time I could see out. The
chauffer was waiting on the curb beside the limo ready
to open the door. J released the locks and he opened
the door for us.
So we went to dinner, two well-dressed young women,
chauffer driven to an expensive Italian restaurant for
a quiet supper. Wine and dining, enjoying a pleasant
evening out on the town. Cool! Money didn't mean
anything to me, but I wasn't an idiot about enjoying
the benefits of it either.
I was bubbling with happiness, screw DicDonald's
hambunglers , bring on the 'Veal Scallopini alla
Romano'.
The restaurant's owner was waiting with his maitre 'de
by the door. Pleasantries were exchanged in Italian. J
and the owner chatting as we were ushered to a quiet
isolated table. The atmosphere and fine appointments of
the restaurant's interior dazed me. Being dressed up ,
being taken out to dine in a place of opulence made me
feel like I was on my first date. Then I realized! I
was, on my first date! Looking down at the table I
counted Three forks, three knives and three spoons at
my place setting , thinking to myself 'Oh boy, here we
go! Emily Post don't fail me now!"
Candles were lit, wine was selected ,tested, approved,
poured , the house specialties of the day were offered
to us in Italian and English , for which I was happily
grateful, and we were politely left alone while our
choices were prepared. We quietly sat sipping our white
Chianti.
J asked me what my plans were for the summer and I told
her how Tracy and I were going home to be with our
parents for a month. Then how Tracy would be working
full time with her boss who had a lot of projects lined
up. I said that I would probably put in more hours at
my drudgework also. We discussed Tracy's work and mine
and what my hometown was like. The conversation drifted
and we talked about Cindy a bit. She asked me to tell
her some details about why Tracy was so ticked at Cindy
so I told her all about the party in detail. She face
sort off slowly flushed as I went on and I thought she
was embarrassed but she said that we'd better go into
that some more another time or we would end up back in
her car with no supper as my story was starting to
turn on her imagination and other things. We were
having a private giggle session as the waiters brought
our meal.
We enjoyed our dinner, as she talked about her work
and parents. She told me how she was just finishing off
a specialized course in a subject called Keynesian
Economics at the University, where she had met my
sister. The waiters took away our plates and as we both
did not want desert. We were left to our selves with a
fresh bottle of another sweeter more sparkling wine
that I thought was champagne but J told me was a
sparking Spumoni. We chatted away for hours only
stopping when J handed me her cell phone so I could
phone home and leave a message for Tracy.
We got to know each other as the evening wore on. She
learned how I loved computers and reading. I learned
that she dabbled in painting and had a passion for
skiing.
We both learned that we liked each other a lot. She had
a fast wit and a sharp mind and used it to describe
one of the waiters, who really did, look like Harpo Max
with his big wide eyes that, he kept on us. His
admiration was veering on staring , until the maitre
'd noticed the poor guy's infatuation and hustled him
into the kitchen with some quiet Italian swearing ,
which broke J up in laughter.
J then turned to me and asked "Would you care to live
with me?"
"As your?"
"Yes... If you wish... Or as just a companion, if you
prefer. I like you and would , love to have you live
with me, even as a friend... that is , If you do not
want to be my... special attendant."
We both smiled and laughed. I knew what of hers I'd be
attending to!
The car beckoned again in my imagination.
"Yes , I would like that , and not just as your friend
, as... whatever... however... you! really! Want me
... and always as friends, also. But Tracy? my
parents? Do you have a place here in Boston?"
"I have an apartment, loft downtown, still finishing it
, I think you'd like it, as to your folks, you're
eighteen in August?"
My "Yes" to her clandestine obtained knowledge.
"We can wait until you're of age and hopefully get your
parents approval , although it wouldn't really be
necessary, I'd leave that and Tracy, for you to handle.
You could still go to the same school if you prefer and
next year I hope Boston U. will be your choice but we
could move, if you prefer to go to a different
University and want to remain with me."
J was offering me commitment on her part, serious long
term , major commitment.
I told her that , That decision could wait , as I still
had two years before University, I was just going into
grade twelve, but she looked kind of sheepish and
said... "Sorry, I really shouldn't have snooped into
those records... Dear... Four of your teachers
recommended you to skip twelve and go directly into
thirteen with a small makeup program on some grade
twelve subjects. It was approved. I think they want,
need, to discuss it with your parents, first."
Thinking to myself 'that's news , maybe I'd better do
some snooping in those records, myself' !
So we sat and finished the bottle of wine and then
switched to coffee as we made plans. The restaurant
staff waited with infinite patience and until we
finally had all the details ironed out and our
itinerary completed. We tipsied out to the waiting
limo, the wine finally having effect on us both. I
noticed on leaving that we were now the only patrons
and that the restaurant had remained open at our
leisure well past their normal closing time. They
didn't even give J a check to pay as we left, such
minor details, handled by others.
The ride home started innocently enough once the
chauffeur had been given his destination. We pulled
away from the curb gabbing away until we ran out of
steam. J asked me to continue with the details from the
party and I leaned back and described as best I could
my impressions of the night at Cindy's . The motion of
the car making me sleepy, the interior just dimly lit
by some hidden indirect lighting. As I told the story
of my journey from room to room , person to person. I
felt her hand slip between the car seat and the back
of my head.
I stopped talking and went to sit up , thinking she
wanted to kiss me but, she said, "No, just relax, keep
talking."
I continued with my story as her other hand touched my
feet and slid off my sandals. Then she placed an arm
under my knees and lifted my legs while gently pulling
my head towards her. She turned my body and lowered me
down onto my back. Placing my bare feet unto the car
seat. I was now flat on my back , my hair brushing her
hip, , my arms above my head, my hands close to my
face, my legs bend at the knee.
Again I paused and she whispered "keep talking."
I kept on but I was losing my train of thought. My
hair moved as she raised herself off the seat and I
heard the sound of sliding clothing. She moved above me
in the dim light, the weight of her legs settled on my
arms pinning them down, I could detect the perfumed
heat of her desire as her hips moved close above my
upturned face. She shifted herself forward over me
until her toes were resting in the palms of each of my
hands, her heels touched me on both sides of my face.
She lowered her body down towards my face spreading
herself open with her fingers.
"Keep your mouth moving, don't stop."
She guided her spread pussy down until her flesh just
touched on my moving lips. My mouth and lips moved
,brushing on her tiny erect clit. My breath puffed into
her , my voice was muffled by her descending hips.
Her voice softly above me. " Use your tongue now...Yes
there!... Move it... there!"
A while later...
My story ended with a climatic finish.
As a little chime announced we had arrived at my home.
Continued in part 14...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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