The Weekend Getaway Ch. 02 - Saturday

It was then that he looked ahead and saw that Allison had stopped walking and was waiting for him to catch up. Once he did he immediately saw why. This had to have been the clearing that they were discussing earlier. It was surrounded by beautiful autumn colors and on one side you could see all the way down into the valley where the river wound through the hills, all of which were dotted with explosions of color. It truly was spectacular and worth the trip.

"That is pretty amazing," he said, still taking in all of his surroundings.

"Yes it is," she agreed as she walked around the clearing a bit off the path and stopping near a nice patch of grass that wasn't too destroyed from the cool autumn nights. "Come on over slaveboy, you can unpack our lunch here."

He did as he was told, kneeling down and glad to relieve himself of the hefty pack. Upon opening it he found a large blanket which he immediately spread out on the ground. As soon as he did she sat on top of it. Continuing to unpack he found a wide assortment of Italian meats and cheeses, a baguette, a container full of diced watermelon and fresh strawberries, along with a large jug of iced tea. At the very bottom of the pack were three large rocks that had been weighing everything down. He looked up at her incredulously.

"What? I needed to make it interesting...," she said meeting his stare with a smile that went all the way up to her beautiful brown eyes. He couldn't help but smile back at her. "I'll have the salami, capicola and provolone," she said with a mock tone of authority.

"You got it," he said as he opened a bag of supplies and pulled out a knife to cut the baguette. As he continued to prepare her sandwich he heard the sound of voices and saw that she had turned to look further along the trail. A few seconds later the source of all the noise popped into view, it was a middle aged man traveling with four or five children. They were being loud and obnoxiously clamored their way towards where they sat. He looked closer and saw that they were all wearing uniforms of some sort, they must have been boy scouts or something and this was the unluckiest man on earth escorting them.

Allison waved at the man and he tipped his hat to her as he led the raucous brood to the trail on the other side of the clearing. Brian finished making her sandwich and poured them each a glass of tea before making his own sandwich.

They ate their sandwiches with little fanfare, both having worked up quite an appetite from their excursion. There wasn't a sound in the clearing now except for the rustling of the leaves and the call of a few birds who flew between the trees. It was one of the most peaceful scenes that he had ever experienced and the view was breathtaking.

She reached over and opened the tub of fruit and picked out a piece of watermelon. She raised it to her lips and took a bite, its juice running down her hand. He offered her a napkin from the bag but she declined it. Instead she took the rest of the watermelon chunk and dripped its juices along her collarbone.

"Get over here slaveboy and clean me up," she said as she gestured to him.

He crawled on his hands and knees across the picnic blanket and began kissing and sucking ever so gently as his lips made their way across her collarbone. His tongue wiping away the sweet taste as he went. He could tell by the smile it elicited that she had enjoyed it. Almost immediately she repeated the procedure on the other side and his eager mouth made its way over to lap up the juice. For several minutes they repeated this game and he wondered whether the slight redness on her chest was from the watermelon or her aroused, flushed skin.

"Feed me," she said as reached down and picked up one of the strawberries and placed it at the top of her breasts. He took his time trailing his kisses over to the sweet red fruit and picked it up with his teeth before artfully bringing his mouth to hers. She took the fruit and ate it hastily before locking his lips in an embrace. Her mouth tasted of the fruit and of desire. He could feel his cock straining in his shorts once more and every so often she would run her fingers up and down his bulge. They continued kissing and playing until she eventually broke the silence.

"I think that was a satisfying lunch," she said with a smile.

"Yes it was," he added as he stared deep into her eyes.

"I'm going to go get a better look at the valley, why don't you clean things up and join me?"

"Yes Mistress," he replied as he began to pick up their things.

"Don't keep me waiting," she said seductively as she got up off of the blanket and began to walk across the clearing and closer to the steep edge. When she had her back turned and was walking away he took the opportunity to dump the heavy rocks out of the bag and hastily put things away. Lastly he folded the blanket as best as he could and stuffed it back into the backpack and began walking after her, carefully making his way along the hillside over to her.

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She was leaning against a large boulder outside of the clearing and looking down the steep descent that the river had carved into the valley below. It looked like it was quite a ways down and it seemed like every inch of the hillside was covered with trees. The breeze blowing through the valley had picked up and he could see a canoe with a couple of people in it about to turn the river bend and drift out of sight.

"Come here slaveboy," she said as she motioned for him to stand in front of her facing her. She began kissing him once more in earnest and he felt her hands reach down towards his shorts. This time instead of stroking him she slowly unzipped his pants and began to carefully pull his cock out. He broke away from her quickly and apprehensively, tucking himself back into his shorts.

"Allison...what if someone sees us or we get caught?!" he gasped, his heart beating rapidly in trepidation.

"We're not going to get caught," she assured him. He took a quick glance and with the slight change in elevation and the large boulder they wouldn't be visible from the clearing or the trail, but what if somebody with binoculars was looking from the other side of the valley or from the river itself, then what? Would they be hidden in the trees or would people be able to see. The possibilities raced through his mind.

"I want you to fuck me," she demanded holding her phone up threateningly and interrupting his cascade of negative thoughts. He hesitated a bit longer and felt a painful jolt deep inside him that brought him back to the moment. "I wasn't asking slaveboy," she said, zapping him once more.

"Y-Yes Mistress," he said, the adrenaline causing his voice to waver. He looked up again quickly to make sure there was nobody in their immediate vicinity and pulled his cock out into the fresh autumn air once more. It was harder than ever, driven on by her punishment and demands as well as the excitement of doing something so taboo. In the meantime she had reclined back on the boulder and lifted her sundress up to the point that he could get a proper view. Her panties were now sopping with anticipation and he slid them to the side to expose her moist pink lips.

It took no effort at all to slide into her and her wet warmth swallowed up all seven inches of him immediately. He began to thrust in and out of her, using his legs to adjust the angle of penetration so that the head of his cock rubbed against her G-spot with every stroke, something they both loved. The feeling of being inside her after having been teased for so long was amazing. Her moans let him know that she was enjoying things every bit as much as he was.

"Fuck me harder," she moaned and he was happy to oblige. He began pounding his full length into her faster. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him into her even deeper. He could feel her tensing up and her moans had begun to turn to rapid, quick breaths as he accelerated the pace yet again. She began to squeeze and massage her breasts through her dress, moaning and gasping in pleasure. All of it combined was an incredible rush that left him gasping for air, with sweat beginning to bead up on his forehead. A minute later he felt himself perilously close to the edge.

"I'm going to cum if I don't stop," he said out of breath and halting his thrusting.

"I thought you would do anything to please me?"

"I...well..." he gasped, trying to regain his focus and stymie his arousal.

"I was so close to cumming," she said as she looked at him with her pouty lips. After a few seconds rest he began to slowly fuck her again, focusing on not blowing his load and squatting a bit to put added pressure on her most sensitive regions. He could tell that she was enjoying herself and he could feel the walls of her pussy clenching his cock harder. When he looked up at her she had a devilish grin on her face.

"Fuck..." he groaned as he stood still, too close to continue. She began to slowly fuck him, clenching her pelvic muscles tightly as she slowly rocked back and forth, working his sensitive cock as he teetered on the edge.

"You like it when I milk your pathetic little cock with my pussy?" she asked, giving him a slight break in the action.

"Oh Mistress...yes...," he moaned as she continued again, his eyes closed in concentration.

"Don't you dare cum or I'm making you lick my pussy clean it," she threatened.

"Oh God..." he groaned. She continued to fuck him like that for a few minutes more, several times he had to take a deep breath and focus on his breathing in order to keep from spilling his load. At one point when he was on the edge he had to lean forward and grab the boulder to brace himself. He was a split second from exploding inside her and it took everything he had to resist.

"Put your unworthy dick away," she commanded him and he opened his eyes to meet hers. She smiled back at him as he pulled out carefully and proceeded to tuck his raging hard on back in his shorts with much difficulty, "You disappointed me."

"I'm sorry Mistress,"

"I know you are, but I will still have to punish you later,"

"Yes Mistress," he said, his senses slowly coming back to him with each passing moment. For a minute he had forgotten they were even out in the wilderness, he had lost awareness of anything except his pleasure and trying to hold it together. He looked out at the clearing again and was glad to see that they were still alone.

"You can start to make it up to me by finishing the job," she said, still leaning back on the rock. He reached his hand down into her panties and slid one of his fingers deep inside her and began to massage her G-spot. She began to grind her hips eagerly and so he slid another finger inside her and increased the pressure on that rough, engorged patch of pleasurable tissue. He continued to work his fingers at the speed of her hips which had become frenzied enough that she had to redouble her grip on the rock to keep from sliding off.

In what seemed like no time at all a loud moan escaped her lips in between breaths and she threw her head back towards the sky drawing for air. He could feel her tight walls clench around his fingers in pleasure as her hips bucked frantically. Her orgasm seemed to linger for some time and he never let up from the stimulation, quite pleased at the result. When she caught her breath again she stood up and pulled her dress back down, checking to make sure that there wasn't anybody around before adjusting her panties. He looked down at his fingers, they were coated in her white, creamy nectar.

"Lick them clean, slaveboy," she commanded him. He did as he was told, licking and sucking the pungent taste of her sex off of his fingers. Her taste drove him wild and he wished that he was still inside her.

"So what is the plan now Mistress?" he asked her playfully as they made their way through the small bit of brush that separated them from the clearing. As he was climbing over a downed tree branch he realized he must have worked his legs harder than he thought because they almost gave out on him. Adrenaline is a hell of a thing he thought to himself.

"Now we head back to the hotel and get cleaned up," she stated as she took the lead back onto the trail towards the car. He followed along unencumbered by the weight of the rocks that slowed him earlier and better able to keep up with her. As they made their way back to the car he was free to think of exactly what punishments might await him for his lack of stamina. Between that and the exquisite view he had of her ass, he remained hard for most of the trip back.

*****

Once they had returned to the bed and breakfast where they were staying it was already mid-afternoon. Allison had given him permission to take a nap for awhile, in part because he had begged her. He was tired from the hike and the lack of sleep from the night before and he had the worst case of blue balls he had ever experienced in his life. His entire pelvic region was achy from all the stimulation. He suggested that she allow him to cum and relieve the pressure and she had only scoffed and laughed at him. This was her compromise and he was grateful for it.

While he slept peacefully without having to be restrained, she continued to finalize their plans for the evening before spending some time out on their private balcony enjoying the waves and the beautiful weather. A couple of hours later she decided that he had had enough sleep and woke him up.

"I was having a really nice dream too," he said through a yawn.

"I bet you were, but it's time for reality again," she mused as she went to the closet and took down a hanger with her clothes for the evening on it and took them to the bathroom. He joined her and found a freshly pressed pair of dress slack with a nice shirt and tie for himself.

"So what's the plan?"

"The plan is that we are going to get cleaned up, and then you are going to take me out for dinner" she quipped as she stripped out of the sundress and stepped into the shower. He joined her and for the second time that day they got cleaned up together, he was required to clean her like before, but this time she spent no time playing with him. Apparently she still wasn't entirely over his performance inadequacies from earlier. Before they got dressed she made him don the electrified toy once more, sliding his flaccid member into the cock ring and the freshly lubed plug up his ass again.

In traditional fashion he was dressed and ready to go well before she was, but when she finally emerged from the bathroom she was quite a sight to behold. She wore a dark purple

top with short lacy sleeves. It matched his dress shirt and had a low neckline that showed off her boosted cleavage quite nicely. She also had on a black knee length skirt that had a slit in it and matching black stockings. The outfit was finished off with a pair of leather black stiletto pumps that had at least 3 inch heels on them. Her makeup was minimal, but perfect, smoky eye shadow and a subtle red lipstick. He took in her appearance from head to toe for several seconds and it still didn't register that it was his wife. She never dressed like this.

"So?" she asked, turning to give him a better view.

"Fucking marvelous," he uttered as he stared at her.

"Glad you like it," she said as she walked over to the closet, the heels making her hips sway a bit and catching his attention. She pulled down a nice jacket to wear over top to keep her from getting too cold in the crisp evening air. He got up and joined her as they made their way to the car, making sure to open every door on the way lest he be penalized.

Following her directions it was close to a twenty minute drive inland to the restaurant and the sun was beginning to set by the time they parked their car. He made his way over to her side and helped her out of the car. It was an Italian restaurant judging by the sign and the building itself was beautifully fashioned out of brick and stone. The food must be decent he thought to himself as he noted that the parking lot was completely packed.

They made their way to the entrance and walked into the dimly lit restaurant. The inside was even more magnificent than the outside. From the hostess' stand it extended into two separate dining rooms, the one to the left ended with a fireplace and had several tables in addition to a full bar. The hostess led them to the dining room on the right which had small candles lit at every table and had several antique looking wine racks full of fine wines. The edge of the room was lined with several very comfortable looking large booths with tables in the middle for larger parties. They passed several other groups until they were all the way in the back corner where they were shown to a booth. They promptly sat down opposite each other and menus were placed in front of them on the fabric tablecloth.

"This place seems pretty nice," he said aloud once the hostess had left them. He took a few moments to admire the room and take in the smell of fresh baked bread. There were several other groups sitting at tables nearby dining on delicious looking entrees and he couldn't help but take a glance.

"I was hoping so," she said as she picked up one of the menus and he did the same. He opened the menu and was a bit astonished at the complex variety of dishes offered and their corresponding high prices. They made small talk as they perused the menu. After a few minutes their waitress walked up and introduced herself to them and Allison ordered a bottle of wine.

"We're going to play a little game slaveboy,"

"Hmm?" he said looking up at her from his menu in surprise.

"I'm going to make you edge right here in the restaurant, and every time you do you have to finish your drink," she explained before engaging her phone. He felt the low steady vibration begin against his prostate and at the base of his cock, which he had happily forgotten about since they left the hotel. Almost immediately it began to spring to life.

"Uh...I don't know if that's such a good idea...besides I don't even know if this toy-" he sputtered and felt the pointy toe of one of her shoes begin to make contact with his quickly growing hard on. She heard him inhale sharply and knew she was in the right spot. His heart began racing inside his chest.

"It's ok, that's for me to worry about," she said as she continued working her shoe back and forth. The waitress returned a short while later and poured each of them a glass of wine and Allison didn't stop teasing him the entire time she was standing there. He was hoping and praying that she couldn't see anything and remained blissfully unaware of his wife's little game.

Allison put in an appetizer order and the waitress left them alone once again, at which point she turned the vibration up a level. Between the intense stimulation of the toy and the fact that she was indulging him in his foot fetish, he felt his arousal climbing. His desperate need for release was quickly reignited and the fact that they were in the middle of a restaurant where anybody could see them only made things that much worse. He looked around anxiously to see if anyone had noticed anything suspicious but they were all oblivious, engaged in their conversations and their food.

"I'm close," he said after another minute.

"Drink up,"

He picked up his wine glass and took a large drink of the crisp white wine. It was refreshing and slightly sweet. Allison joined him in taking a sip of her own wine. When he made to set his glass down she nodded at her phone and he got the message at once. He raised the glass to his lips once more and finished it.

"Nice work," she said as she refilled it.

"It's pretty decent stuff," he replied.

"Indeed it is," she agreed taking another sip and swilling the glass before looking around the restaurant a bit. The din of conversations all blending together ensured that nobody was eavesdropping. "Why don't you take your cock out so I can play with it proper?" she asked.