A Weekend With Renata-Friday

Eventually her arms reached around my neck and she pulled herself fully up onto my lap and draped her legs over the arm of my chair and laid her head against my chest. Renata's breathing was still labored when she finally spoke, "Oh my God Mr. Mason, you're not naughty, you're wicked."

"Ya, you school girls get pretty darn excited just because a guy puts his hand on your pussy".

"It's not me Mr. Mason", said Renata, trying to sound as innocent as she could, "It's you... The things you do to me are sinful, things a good girl would never let anybody do".

"Well Renata maybe you're just not a good girl", I said in a playful tone.

"Mr. Mason!!!" Renata exclaimed as she lifted her head to look at me, "that's an awful thing to say".

"Well I don't know Renata, there's this old song I know that says something like 'I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints', but in your case its more like cum with the sinners than cry with the saints" I said with a chuckle.

"I am a good girl Mr. Mason, it's just you that makes me do these bad things, you and your mischief makes me do these crazy things. I was a good girl until you corrupted me Mr. Mason".

I put a hand on the back of Renata's head and gently guided her forehead to my lips; kissing her softly I said in a whisper, "whatever you think my sweet little imp" and with that she rested her head back on my chest.

Eventually Renata stirred, reaching out to finish pulling off her pretty pastel green panties. She held them up to me and said "here you go Mr. Mason, you wicked old man, here's another little present for you". She left them draped over my shoulder as she stood up. "I'm going to start a fire Mr. Mason why don't we get changed for bed and cuddle up in that recliner in front of the fire".

When I came out of the bathroom from changing and the bedroom door was closed and I assumed that Renata was in there changing so I rolled myself over to the recliner. Renata had pushed the recliner closer to the nice big fire she had going in the fireplace. The warmth coming from the fire was in stark contrast to the howling wind and swirling snow outside the cottage. I examined the recliner and wondered if I got in it would I ever be able to get out of it, but then I noticed it was a powered chair that lifted the person to a standing position to assist them in getting out of the chair. I transferred from my wheel chair to the recliner and waited for the lovely young Renata to join me.

I heard the bedroom door open and I turned to watch my sweet young thing enter the room. My jaw dropped, Renata was wearing a pink Barbie Princess nightgown. My daughter had one of those, when she was 10! It must have come in larger sizes than the one my daughter had, combine that with the fact that Renata was a small girl, 5'1" tops and the result was that it fit her perfectly. She was still sporting her pigtails and when she skipped across the room to me and she looked every bit the cute little girl of my perverted fantasy. If anybody who didn't know Renata saw me with this "young lady" I would be arrested for molesting a child in a second.

"Well Mr. Mason, how do I look?" Renata said as she stood next to the recliner. I probably had a big stupid smile on my face so Renata assumed that I thought she looked great. Renata turned off every light in the place and hopped into the recliner with me. There was plenty of light from the fire and I could see Renata clearly by the firelight. The pink Barbie Princess nightie fit her but it was stretched enticingly over her provocatively young body in all the right places. When she curled up in my lap the front of the nightie was stretched over her hard little erect nipples and there was noticeably no panty line showing through the fabric where if clung to her hip. I continued my inspection down her legs to the bright pink socks she was wearing that she had rolled down to the height of shoe tops. God, she was cute. Dangerously cute; seductively, innocently cute; provocatively cute in her sweet little girl way.

"So Mr. Mason, do I look young enough for you?"

I maintained my silent type personality and just nodded.

"You like me to dress up like a little girl don't you Mr. Mason?"

Again I just nodded and Renata continued, "see Mr. Mason, you are such a bad man", her hands snaked inside the front of my bathrobe and she massaged my hairy chest as she said, "I'm a good girl Mr. Mason and you are a very naughty man". She had opened the front of my robe with her hands and she rested her head on my bare chest. We talked, well mostly Renata talked for a long time in the fire light, but when she finally fell silent I wrapped my arms around her and she pulled herself into a ball and cuddled up snugly against me and within minute I was enjoying the sound of the howling of the frozen winds, the crackling of the warm fire and the rhythmic breathing of my sleeping Barbie Princess.

To be continued in....

A Weekend With Renata - Saturday