Ann: A Love Story Ch. 48

"I need to warm up for a minute," she said as we sat on a couch near the roaring fire. But the fire didn't warm me up as much as when she kissed me again. As Ann's tongue searched my mouth, I felt a flush of heat run through me as I realized we were necking on the couch in this public room. I wasn't embarrassed...I was turned on, and ready to head to the room.

I thought Ann felt the same way as she stood up and held out her hands, taking mine in her palms. I stood up and took her into my arms, kissing her one more time. I was close to just lifting her, and carrying her off, but she broke off the kiss. We headed silently towards the stairs, and I couldn't take my eyes off of her. And hers never left mine. I'm amazed we actually made it to the door of our room without walking into something.

Once inside the door, Ann let go of my hand, and she walked over to her overnight bag. She picked it up...along with the big brown paper bag she's brought in with us. I still hadn't questioned her about what she'd bought at the drug store...but it was a bigger bag than I had first thought. She'd done an amazing job concealing it, not only when she put it in the car, but carrying it to the room. I probably didn't notice the size because I didn't really care at the time. I'd been so focused on Ann, she could have been carrying just about anything and I wouldn't have noticed.

I closed the door to the room, and turned back to Ann, who was standing at the doorway to the bathroom. "I'm going to need a little time to get ready for you, baby. I hope you don't mind."

"Really?" I said in a whiny, teasing voice, pretending to be upset. I figured she was going to prep herself, and maybe even give herself an enema. With the thought of getting the chance to fuck her amazing, tight ass, I wasn't going to argue about having to wait a few extra minutes, or whatever it took. But I also wanted Ann to know I wanted her. I didn't need to fuck her ass...I just needed to fuck her, period.

"Yes, lover. It shouldn't take more than an hour and a half."

I was puzzled by the expression on Ann's face, because it wasn't what I expected. It was sweet, and innocent. It was her normal, angelic, loving smile. "You're being serious, aren't you?"

"Uh huh...is that okay?"

"Ninety minutes? Ann, it's after nine now...and we've got a long day tomorrow...and the rest of the week! I don't want to rush tonight, babe. I wanted to take my time."

Ann walked over to me, and patted my face with her hand before kissing me. "Sweetheart, I need a little time. And we're not going to rush...we're going to take our time tonight, and enjoy each other as much as we want. I'm going to make sure we're both relaxed tonight, and then we'll get a great night's sleep. Besides, we've got 5 days to get to Indiana...so we don't have to be in any hurry."

I kind of panicked for a moment. I didn't know what Tina and Nancy had been able to work out for the week, if anything. But I did have reservations for the first night...and that meant we had a long drive ahead of us the next day. Yet, the last thing I wanted to do was blurt out that I had plans for the rest of the week, and in the process, spoil the ones Ann had for our night. The worst thing I could do was say something and change whatever Ann had in mind for our evening together, only to find out later that there was nothing to look forward to the rest of the week.

Ann felt my tension, and she kissed me again, tenderly. "Don't worry, baby. That's what this is all about tonight. I don't want to be keyed up in the car for the rest of the week. I want us to start out in the right frame of mine. I promise you, I'm going to make the wait tonight worth your while, and you'll still be rested in the morning. And remember, we're both going to drive, so we can sleep some on the way when we need to."

I was at another one of those little crossroads in our relationship where I needed to shut up and trust. If I was going to ask Ann to do the same thing the rest of our trip home, and let me be the 'entertainment director' for the next five days, then I needed to relax and turn over the reigns of our evening to her...fully.

"Okay babe. Take as much time as you need."

Ann got excited. She got up on her toes and kissed my forehead. "I love you, Neil. You are so amazing!"

I didn't really get why she said I was amazing, but I was in 'shut up' mode, so I didn't bother to ask. She was happy I'd agreed to be patient, and that was all that mattered to me. As she turned, I patted her on her hard ass, and she skipped a little, giggling as she walked into the bathroom.

I thought she was going to close the door, but she left it open. I shook my head, and started to walk over to the big antique rocker that was in the far corner of the room, and read the complimentary newspaper that was on the end table next to it. I could hear the unmistakable sound of the paper bag filled with whatever Ann had bought at the drug store being opened. I smiled behind my paper as I thought of Ann once again going to great lengths in order to surprise me. Greater, it turns out, than I ever dreamed.

"Baby...which one do you think you'd like more? Red or blond?" Ann called out to me from the bathroom.

"What?" I asked, the question she'd asked not registering all that well.

She poked her head around the corner and said, "Which do you like better, redheads or blonds?"

I peered over the top of my paper and laughed. "Is that some kind of trick question?"

"No, baby. Seriously, which do you like better?"

Now, my normal reaction would have been blond, if for no other reason than while it was true that I had become more attracted to redheads since I'd been intimate with Denise and Nancy, it still wasn't my 'favorite' hair color on a woman. But something told me that this wasn't just some generic question that had popped into Ann's head. I'm sure my face contorted a little as I mulled about how to answer her, but in the end, I continued to question the reason for the question.

"What in the world are you asking me that for?"

Ann stepped out of from behind the wall, into the open doorway, and my eyes naturally shifted to her bronze tits. She was standing topless, and she said, "Because I don't know which one of these I should use, silly."

Taking my eyes off her chest, I saw that Ann was holding two boxes of Clairol Nice'n Easy hair coloring; a blond coloring kit in her left hand, and a deep red coloring kit in her right. "Ann, you can't be serious...really?"

She flashed a wicked grin and said, "I told you earlier, I was going to do something tonight to make me look even hotter. Now, which do you like better, red...or blond?"

I dropped my paper as my eyes snapped wide open, along with my mouth. "ANN! What are you thinking? I already told you...you can't GET any hotter."

"Sure I can."

"No...you can't...not to me! You're already the hottest woman on the planet to me. I love your hair just the way it is. It's perfect, just like the rest of you."

Ann's wide smile warmed my heart, and she said, "You are so sweet, Neil. But sometimes change can be really exciting...just like my tan. I know you liked the tan lines, but I can tell you like this too."

"Okay...point taken. But that doesn't make mean it's hotter. They're both just as hot."

"So, then is shouldn't matter if I color my hair then, should it. So, which is it? Red, or blond?"

I put my hands over my face, rubbing my forehead, trying to get my brain around what she wanted to do. Would I stop loving her if she were a blond for a while, or a redhead? Of course not. And I didn't control Ann...and I didn't want to. Why should it matter to me if she changed her hair color?

I finally sighed and said, "I don't know Ann. I love you. No matter what you do to your hair, that isn't going to change."

She smiled again and said, "Okay...but I'm still giving you a choice." My brain was telling me to scream out blond, but my heart was telling me it didn't matter. Ann WOULD be hot, not matter what. As I sat silently, trying to think over my options, Ann said "Boy, I thought women had trouble making decisions. You know, I have another off brand one that I bought. It's purple...would you like that instead?"

"Purple?" I said, wondering if she was serious.

Ann moved back into the bathroom and came back with a third box...that was indeed purple. "Uh...I don't think so," I said with a laugh.

"Good...you at least decided that. So, what'll it be?"

I sighed again and said, "I'm really okay with either one, Ann. You told me were going to surprise me tonight. I'm sure you meant this amazing place we're staying at, but we might as well make a night of it...surprise me."

Ann shrugged her shoulder and said, "Okay...no complaining if I pick the one you really didn't like."

"You have my word, babe," I said as she closed the door.

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Now my patience WAS being tested. I'd already read all of the parts of the newspaper that had interested me, and several more that hadn't. Yet, I still ended up with time to kill. I had no interest in turning on the television, because I didn't want to get engrossed in anything other than Ann. I was up, pacing around the room, and decided that I'd done that enough as well.

Knocking on the door to the bathroom, I said, "Babe, I'm going down to the lobby for a while. Just call down when you're ready."

Ann laughed and said, "Okay, lover. It shouldn't be that much longer."

I looked at my watch as I walked down the stairs. It had already been over an hour. I wondered how much longer it would be, and if I would still be in the mood once she was finished. I chuckled at that thought. I was, after all, a man. If the countdown to launch had to be suspended for some reason, it was ridiculous to think that I'd just scrub the mission altogether. Once I got the go ahead from Ann at mission control to resume the launch sequence, I knew it would only be a second or two to refuel the rocket inside my shorts for liftoff.

I stepped out on the front porch for a couple of minutes to get some fresh air and clear my mind a little. Just being outdoors in the cool night air seemed to get me back to being relaxed. The smell of the fire burning in the fireplace rolled through the air along with the smoke from the chimney, and I breathed deep to catch the aroma, and embrace it. I could feel myself grinning as I closed my eyes.

Starting to feel the chill, I went back inside and had a seat on the couch next to the fire. As I watched the embers glowing underneath the charring wood, I heard the popping and crackling caused by the flames. It made me think of the noises I'd heard from behind the wall in our room. I had heard all kinds of odd little sounds emanating from the bathroom. I could only imagine what Ann was doing in there besides coloring her hair. Although I was pretty certain she had indeed given herself one, if not several enemas.

I closed my eyes again as I thought about Ann, taking her time, primping herself for her lover. A pang of guilt ran through me for just a moment, thinking about how I had pretended to whine about having to wait on her. "I shouldn't have done that," I said to myself, regretting the moment.

Ann wanted some alone time, on the pretense of getting herself ready for me...for us. But even if she just wanted some alone time for herself, was that such a bad thing? I though about what lie ahead for the two of us. If the loosely formulated plan I'd hatched with Nancy and Tina would come to fruition, we were looking at a four day road trip, traveling over two thousand miles in a tiny, cramped car. We would be driving an average of about 500 miles each day, some more, some less. But we'd be doing it together, which meant that while we loved each other, we were going to be trapped, with no chance to get some breathing room for ourselves.

As that thought sank into my head, I realized that Ann was enjoying what was probably going to be the last significant alone time she'd get for the next several days. And so was I. I really loved Ann. And I couldn't wait to be married. But I knew that this trip would be a real test for us. A test of whether we really were meant to be. We'd dated for less than a week. We'd spent the last four days getting to know each other all over again. In between, we'd been separated for over three months. In all honesty, we were still getting to know each other, even though we were engaged.

I wasn't doubting the plans to get married, or that we loved each other. I wasn't doubting anything, really. But I was smart enough to know that two people, no matter how much they love each other, will eventually get on each other's nerves on a long cross country trip, especially when the start getting overly tired and cranky. I could envision tension kicking in somewhere over the course of the trip. My prediction was Iowa, because I pictured it being flat and boring to drive through, and we'd be at least three days into the trip, which would engage the 'tired and cranky' factor.

That was, unless Tina had been able to come through. If she had been able to work with Nancy, and work out something...anything, along the lines of what I had in mind, the trip would go from being potentially filled with frayed nerves and edginess, to one filled with sexual adventure and anticipation.

Yet as I was sitting there next to the fire with my eyes closes, I had a revelation. My lids opened, the glow of the flames flashing around the dimly lit room. I became inspired, and a little voice went off inside my head, giving myself a little pep talk. I encouraged myself, saying "You don't need any help making this trip a sexual adventure, Thomas! You can do it all by yourself if you have to!"

All kinds of erotic visions started flashing into my brain, rapid and random like the flickering flashes coming from the fireplace. They played together like grainy images of film dancing on a movie screen; bits and pieces of scenes that we could play out on our trip. All of them were singular ideas and themes that seemed to weave together to create a common thread throughout. The more I sat there, the more I was convinced that I could find ways to fight off any boredom or tension might arise on the trip, with or without any help from my accomplices back home in Indiana.

I'd been alone in the living room of the romantic Bed and Breakfast we were staying at for about a half hour since I'd come back in from the chilly front porch. Sitting in virtual silence, the only noise that of the burning logs in the fireplace. Noticing some movement to my left, I turned my head slightly to see Ann walking gracefully into the room.

She was wearing a short little Kimono, different from the multi-colored one I'd seen her in before. This one was a silky, shiny black one, with a golden butterfly above her left breast. She wore that along with a pair of 5 inch yellow stilettos. The top of the little robe was tied tightly, keeping her totally covered. As she moved toward me, my eyes bugged out as I looked at her. I couldn't believe my eyes.

She stood in front of me, our eyes connecting. She glanced down at my legs, and I could tell from her body language that she wanted me to uncross them. When I did, she straddled my thighs, sitting on them as she faced me. It was only then that she offered an impish little smile.

"I...I thought you were going to color your hair?" I said, looking at the brown soft curls of her long, permed locks.

Ann put her finger to my lips, and said, "Shhhhh. We can talk about that later, baby. I've made you wait long enough. I've got everything ready. Why don't we go upstairs and make up for lost time."

"But I thought you were going to..."

Ann leaned forward and pressed her lips against my, her tongue gently parting my mouth and flicking at my teeth. It was a wet, sexy kiss. As she searched for my tongue with hers, I could feel one of her hands moving between us. When she pulled away from me, I knew that she had untied the sash holding her robe closed. Ann moved her hands towards the edges of the material and grasped it. She got a naughty twinkle her her deep brown eyes, and she slowly opened the Kimono for me, showing me her amazing bronze tits.

Standing up, Ann posed for me, and my eyes were drawn to the bright yellow thong she was wearing, and how it contrasted against her deep tan. Looking back up at her eyes, Ann winked at me as she fondled her tits, her thumbs playing with her nipples.

"Now that I have the full attention you and your cock, shall we go upstairs?"

I nodded, and Ann tied the front of the robe, covering herself back up. Taking my hand, she pulled me off of the couch and we headed back to our room, Ann sort of leading me along, walking a little in front of me. When we got to the door, I pulled out the room key and unlocked it. Opening it for her, Ann stepped through and quickly took off the robe, throwing it at the foot of the bed. I watched her bare ass, her cheeks bouncing slightly as she walked. The floss thin yellow string appeared like magic from between those her tight tanned buns, morphing into the little band that ran around her waist to hold the thong up.

Ann stopped at the door of the bathroom, her feet inches apart as she stood with her hands on her hips. Looking over her shoulder, she winked and nodded. I turned to realize I hadn't bothered to close the door. Standing there in silence in the hallway, was an extremely handsome silver haired gentleman in what appeared to be a very expensive tailored suit standing in the hallway, looking past my shoulder. My guess was in was in his mid 50's, and he was very tan, and appeared to be very fit. He was staring at my fiancee's nearly naked backside, and he seemed frozen in place, unable to move. It was hard to blame him, since I'd done the same thing.

I moved farther inside the room, and in doing so, I gave the gentleman admirer an unobstructed view. Grasping the edge of the door to close it, I smiled at him.

"Neil, wait a second," Ann said from behind me.

I turned to look at Ann, and I could see in her eyes even from across the room that they were filled with excitement. She was turned on by the thought of an older gentleman ogling her body. Instead of hiding herself, and slowly turned around, showing us both her perfect upturned breasts and her hard abdomen. I heard a soft sigh behind me, and I'm pretty sure I mimicked it.

Ann giggled as she completed her slow pirouette. When she was back in her original position, she looked over her shoulder again to make sure we were both still watching. The older man behind me had moved a half step closer to get a better look, but he stopped there, not wanting to frighten Ann and make her stop. She moved her hands from her hips, sliding them slightly lower along her skin, until her thumbs hooked inside the elastic band of her thong.

As she stretched that string wide, and slowly lowered it down her thighs, she bent at the waist. The man behind me gasped quietly and whispered, "Oh sweet heaven," loud enough for me to hear it, but I was sure it was too quiet for Ann to make out. That didn't seem to matter to Ann. She knew she had a captive audience, and she put on a delicious show. Lowering the bright garment all the way to the floor, she grabbed her ankles and flexed her ass, exposing her wet slit to us. As we both groaned, Ann giggled again. She stood upright, and spread her legs apart, lifting her feet very deliberately and planting them firmly onto the hardwood floor.

Even though I knew what was coming, I still felt an electric jolt of excitement run through my body. Ann was about to give me what I'd often dreamed of; she was going to strike my favorite pose. But before she did, she glanced over her shoulder and said, "Baby, I'm thinking you should get the camera."