Ann: A Love Story Ch. 58

Ann's hand touched the indentations the binding left on her skin, her fingers running through the little ridges it made. She was looking at it longingly, her tongue actually licking at her lips a little. "Seeing this and feeling it...it feels so naughty to me. I can't explain it."

Elaine smiled and said, "I like to think of them as merit badges that I earned, kind of a temporary reminder of what I did. And it does feel kind of sexy...at least I think it does."

"Really, you don't think it looks bad?" Ann said, genuinely looking for an opinion.

Flashing a naughty grin of her own, Elaine reached down and grabbed a pant leg of her black polyester waitress uniform, and lifted it up just a little. Ann and I glanced down at her ankle, just above her white sneakers and low cut socks. There, on her alabaster skin, was a series of red marks in a neat row, undoubtedly created by a thick, somewhat abrasive rope.

"Not if you don't think mine do," she said with a wink

Ann's mouth hit the floor, while I just let out a little chuckle. "You did that last night?" Ann asked in shock.

"I told you yesterday that you got me in the mood. So I called my husband, Harvey. He was ready for me when I got home." Ann looked at Elaine's wrist, and Elaine said, "We have a set of handcuffs that are covered with fur. Harvey used those instead. But looking at you, I kind of wish he hadn't!" she laughed.

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I was working on part of my second breakfast, chewing on some bacon while I looked across the booth at Ann. Well, it wasn't really my second one...more like one and a half. Ann and I were so hungry, we'd both ordered a breakfast of our own, and then we decided to share a big stack of blueberry pancakes. I was surprised she begged off on the coffee that Elaine had left on our table. I poured myself a second cup, but Ann was content with her orange juice as we talked over our night.

"So...did you sleep good?" I asked.

"Actually, other than waking up alone, I think I slept pretty well. But I'm still tired."

I held up the thermal coffeepot again, but Ann smiled and politely waved me off. Shrugging my shoulders, I said, "Well, last night had to be a little strenuous."

"Yeah, I'm still really sore...like I said, my legs, mostly. How about you? How did you sleep?"

"Okay. It's been a long time since I had to sleep on the wet spot," I said with a laugh. "Especially one that wet!"

"What are you talking about?"

"On the couch...you came so much last night I felt like I was sleeping on a lake!"

"You slept on the cushions like that?" Ann said with a little sneer.

"Well, yeah. I told you I didn't want to wake you up. You needed to sleep more than I did. What else was I supposed to do?"

"I don't know...maybe turn the cushions over?"

My eyes opened wide, and I slapped my hand against my forehead. "Wow...do I feel dumb now."

Ann laughed and said, "Well, I wouldn't be too hard on yourself. I'm the one that woke up thinking I was still tied to the bed. I must have laid there for thirty minutes before I moved and realized you'd untied the ropes."

"So you slept like that all night?"

"Yes...that's why my legs are so sore. I had my legs spread for you for hours yesterday, baby. That should prove what a slut I am for you," she snickered.

"You were. You're not one now."

"But I will be again someday," Ann winked.

"And I'll treat you exactly like you want to be treated when it happens," I winked back. "And just for the record, I DID untie you. I wanted you to be able to move if you rolled over. I can't help that you didn't know it."

"I'm not upset with you. I was just letting you know that you weren't the only one that could have gotten a better night's sleep. That's all."

"What, by letting YOU sleep on the wet spot?" I laughed.

"I'll gladly sleep on the wet spot, as long as you sleep next to me next time. Don't ever worry about waking me up when you come to bed, Neil. I'd rather wake up because you're coming to bed WITH me than wake up to find you're not there."

Ann and I talked about that comment for a little while. It weighed on her mind, because she knew that at some point, after we were married, I'd be switching shifts as part of my job. In fact, I'd be rotating every 4 weeks. So, there would be times...actually, stretches of time, where I would be climbing into bed when she was already asleep. And there would also be stretches of time when she'd be waking up alone.

While that in and of itself didn't bother Ann, the thought that I might not join her in bed whenever I had the opportunity, just for the sake of not wanting to wake her up...did. I knew that Ann would be able handle those times when we didn't get to sleep together as much as we wanted. Not sex, mind you. I had no doubt that we'd find wonderful and inventive ways to have sex no matter what shift I happened to be working. What we'd be missing if I didn't come to bed with Ann was the beautiful connection you get from just sleeping next to the one you love.

Ann was a strong, independent woman; one of the most secure, self-confident people I'd ever met. Being able to handle me working the odd shift structure my job was something we'd talked about at length, and I had no doubts that Ann would be able to deal with it. Probably better than I was going to adjust to it myself. But she was right. Not lying next to her whenever I had the opportunity would be a needless sacrifice...for both of us.

"Okay, Ann. I promise I'll always come to bed with you when I come home late. But you have to promise to always lie on the wet spot," I kidded.

"If you make me cum like you did last night on the couch, we'll BOTH be lying on it!"

"Well then, I guess we both will, because I'm going to make sure that happens again, babe," I said, smiling confidently. Ann let out a little sigh. It was almost wistful in the way she expressed herself, and I could see the longing in her sparkling brown eyes. "What are you thinking about, sweetie?"

"About you...and me."

"What about you and me?"

"There was a time, when I was in High School, that I dreamed of the day you'd make me cum for real, Neil. You'd make me feel like a woman, and you'd give me so much pleasure...pleasure that I couldn't give myself."

"I had the same dream about you, Ann. We've talked about this."

"I know...just listen, okay. In those dreams I would only cum once. And that was because whenever I'd fantasize about you, I'd make myself cum, and then I'd fall asleep. Or, I'd get dressed...or, whatever. The bottom line was I'd make myself cum...but just once."

"Well, that's probably natural when you're masturbating, Ann."

"I suppose. But then, I moved to California. And in the course of blossoming from a teenager into a woman..."

"Blossoming," I said a smirk.

Ann reached across the table and smacked me on the forearm. "Fine...have it your way. When I started to FUCK...it was the same. I only came once. Or course, unless I was with one of those selfish bastards that came first and left me literally high and dry. Anyway, I only came once, because I didn't think I could cum more than that. I never dreamed I'd have multiple orgasms."

I smiled when Ann said that, thinking about how maybe I HAD helped her blossom in my own way.

Ann moved her hand down to mine, grasping it...squeezing it tenderly. "Then I went back to Indiana, and I met you again. And you brought me back to that place in my mind where I was a teenager. You took me back to my past in a way, and gave me that pleasure I'd dreamed about, times a million. You showed me what I was missing all those years in California."

I shook my head a little and said, "Ann, what are you getting at?"

"Well, I thought that was how my life was going to be with you, at least when it came to sex. But last night...last night was ridiculous, Neil. When you put that vibrator inside me and turned in on...I don't think I really STOPPED cumming once I started. I can't even describe to you how intense that was. My clit actually hurt from cumming so hard and so much...and yet I loved that it hurt. I wanted more. I don't know what to call it, but that was more than a multiple orgasm...it was WAY beyond that. And I don't know how many times I came last night all together...I just know it seemed like more than all the ones I ever had in California combined."

"You're exaggerating."

Smiling, Ann nodded and said, "Maybe a little...but I hope you weren't. I hope you were serious."

"About what?"

"About making sure you make me cum so much that we both have to sleep on the wet spot."

I grinned and said, "I don't think that's really going to happen."

Ann looked at me, a little disappointed. "Really?"

"Nope! The next time I make you cum that much, I'll remember to flip over the cushions, or the mattress."

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I was listening to my Def Leppard 'Hysteria' tape for the third time around, too lazy to bother to switch the stereo over to the radio, or to get out a different cassette to listen to. It didn't really matter to me. I loved the tape, and it was great driving music to keep me going. And Ann didn't seem to mind, since she was asleep.

In fact, Ann had been asleep most of the trip. She was awake at first, for about the first half hour after we left Loveland. But she lowered her seat as much as she could, took off her heels, and curled up in the passenger seat.

She woke up long enough for me to take a few nude pictures next to the road sign welcoming us to Nebraska, but when we finished, she had said she was still pretty tired and sore, and she asked if I minded if I drove another hour so she could catnap just a little longer. Of course I didn't mind. The reason she was tired to begin with was because of what I'd put her through. She deserved to sleep for giving so much of herself, and for giving me so much pleasure in the process.

So, I drove, my hand tapping on the steering wheel in time with the bass beat of 'Animal' as we neared Omaha. The windows were up, since it was later in the evening. I kept glancing at the clock on the dashboard, and checking every mileage sign that I passed. We'd crossed over from Mountain to Central time, so I'd lost an hour, and I was trying to do the math to figure out when we'd get there, wanting to make sure we wouldn't be late for Tina's plans for our evening. She had a reservation for us at 8:00 local time, and I figured we'd need at least a little time to freshen up, get ready, and then find the place.

I'd passed another mileage road sign, and I was redoing the math, because it didn't seem to make since. "We can't be getting there that early," I said in my head as I looked at the clock.

When I passed the next sign, I calculated our arrival time again, and I grinned ear to ear. In the words I'd heard my father say on practically every trip we ever took as a family, we were 'making good time.' I looked at the speedometer to see how fast I was going, and I was about 8 miles above the speed limit, which was where I tended to cruise. But we seemed to be going faster. And a big part of that was the wind.

Ann and I had been fortunate so far on our trip. We'd had picture perfect weather every day we drove. And really, it was still great. The skies were clear, and the temperature was mild, in the middle 70's. But somewhere near North Platte, Nebraska, we'd picked up a tail wind, and it had gotten stronger as we drove east. Now, we were having gusts, and I could tell by the way the tiny car was being moved around, they were strong ones. My guess was they were in the 30 to 40 MPH range, but it was hard to tell while I was driving.

The only time it caused a real problem was when the interstate turned a little north or south, and we'd get a sudden crosswind. With the car weighted down somewhat by being packed so full, it wasn't too hard to control, but there were a couple of big bursts of wind that had me gripping the wheel a little tighter than normal. And I was dealing with that more and more, as we'd turned northeast once we'd passed Lincoln, heading toward Omaha.

Still, as much as that was a pain in the ass, I was still pressing down on the gas. At the rate we were going, it really looked like we were going to make it to the hotel we'd be staying at by 6:30. What I thought was going to take us eleven hours to drive was going to take us a little less than ten.

And just the thought of that got me excited. "I wonder what we can do with that spare time?" I said to myself as I looked over at Ann, still sleeping peacefully in her seat.