Our last night at the lodge! Our last night alone together, our last night in this little sealed-off world that had become so dear to me, a sad occasion, really, even though we still had hours to go before tomorrow's departure. Maybe it was the loss of my silver chain that kept reminding me of it. Earlier in the day Zoe had unlocked the bracelets and freed my wrists with a nice touch of ceremony, -after a mock alarm over the "missing" key!, so that I might give the place a thorough cleaning. I had put in a good afternoon's work and the job was done now, everything shipshape for the next lucky vacationer, but she didn't seem interested in locking me up again; alas, my freedom had apparently become permanent. For that matter, she had even insisted on helping me with the chores, stepping down from her pedestal despite my protest, just an intimate friend now, a goddess no longer.
Worse yet, she appeared strangely preoccupied at the moment, her mood pensive, almost remote. Clad in panties and a negligee, she lay sprawled on the bed languidly, one leg dangling over the edge, the other knee drawn up. Immersed in her own thoughts evidently, indifferent to my presence. Not exactly what I had hoped for on this last night of ours; where were the hot embraces, the crazy stunts, the wild demands and wilder fulfillments?
I winced inwardly, disappointed but also conscious of a pang of contrition. What right had I to criticize? If anything, I still owed this woman a debt of gratitude for making my holiday so marvelous. My expectations for tonight only stemmed from the joyous perfection of the past week; let me be thankful for that much without sulking like a spoiled child when the goodies run out.
Hmm. And let me be gracious enough to acknowledge my indebtedness? And perhaps kill two birds with one stone? Oh sure, any advance on my part might meet with a petulant brush-off or even a burst of wrath, but what of it? Even that would be better than just sitting around and doing nothing. Anyway, it should certainly put an end to all this suspenseful silence…
Moving unobtrusively, I dropped to my knees and crept across the floor to the side of the bed. I pressed my lips to the dangling foot lightly, tentatively, waiting and listening for some faint mutter of annoyance. Or maybe even a snarl. Hearing none, I kissed her again, savoring the smoothly stretched skin of the contoured instep, tawny and elegant to the eye, spicy and a trifle tart to the taste. Ordinarily I might lingered there awhile and paid more leisurely homage, in other circumstances I might have begged to do it!, but tonight of all nights a sense of urgency prevailed and my lips moved up the tempting length of her leg almost automatically, intent only on a heightening of the intimacy.
"Ummm? Hey!"
I feigned temporary deafness. A wealth of soft thigh-flesh was sliding under my mouth, too exciting to forgo. I went on licking, her with my tongue, curbing my undue haste a bit but still sustaining the glide upward, ever upward, acutely aware now of the turbulence in my loins, a roiling of untapped desire; oh, if I could just nuzzle my way up into that demurely concealed crotch, close enough to nip and nibble at the little hairs poking through her panties, all those tiny little silver-blonde whiskers…
"Not now, kid."
"Hmm?"
“I've got some heavy thinking to do."
“So think. Who's stopping you?"
"Well… "
The note of indecision gave me confidence. Impetuously, I did a serpentine wriggle toward my goal, finding added courage in the seductively blended scent that eddied out from the downy cunt-lips hidden behind the fabric. They must have been pretty ripe, those cunt-lips, the musky odor hit me with a wallop!, ripe and ready for come-what-may, too ripe to be playing coquettish hide-and-seek games, certainly. Not too ripe for me, though, oh shit, the riper the better for this sexy little slut!, and I practically chewed a hole in her panties to get at the toothsome delicacy. If ever a cunt was edible…
"Now you've gone too far. Dana!"
"Mmm?"
"Cut that out! Don't be so goddam horny."
She seemed genuinely angry. And I was horny, all right; the turbulent bubbles in my gut had finally erupted and blown sky-high; I felt like a seething geyser just short of its peak. Much too horny for apologies and explanations. Besides, what could I say? Nothing came to mind but that original impulse of mine, the urge to thank her once again for this lovely vacation. An urge I had set aside momentarily halfway up her dangling leg and then forgotten entirely in the sweet distraction between her thighs.
Still, it was only a "thank you" speech and I managed to utter a few words to that effect, hoping to placate her. Phony words at that point, a little blurt, a little stammer, a little mumble, dubious at best. Words I couldn't remember five minutes afterward. But I didn't have to, luckily; there was no need for any such strain on my memory. Zoe listened halfheartedly and then interrupted, peaceful now but out of her pensive doldrums, thank heaven.
"Okay, okay. But I've still got something on my mind, something I'd like to kick around awhile. Tell you what, kid, go fix a nice hot bath for me, huh? I always think better soaking in the tub anyway. No bubbles, just dump in a shot of that oil."
I nodded and trotted off dutifully, glad to be of even this small service. Soon the water was gushing merrily, nice and hot and redolent of her brand of bath oil. Only it didn't get very deep before she entered; I was still testing the temperature and making a few microscopic faucet adjustments. I spotted her out of the corner of my eye and swung around. She was nude now.
The sensation that came over me was pretty weird. I had been bending over the tub and still hadn't quite straightened up during the turn; now I could only stand there like that, slightly hunched over and peering up at her. Hit with a whallop again, only this time it was my sense of vision that bore the brunt. No ripe odor, at least not enough to be noticeable, just the oily bath fragrance. But she sure as hell looked ripe. The negligee and panties had been discarded and it was as though I had never seen her naked before. Not like that, posed arrogantly just inside the doorway, naked and earthy, naked and voluptuous, naked and bursting with a fleshy erotic ripeness-rail woman. What a woman!
My paralysis was fading. But I still hadn't bothered to straighten up, it just didn't seem like the thing to do. Wasn't there something else she had in mind, some little something I could do for her? Whatever it was, I wished she would hurry up and tell me. I couldn't just stand here like this, I felt so naked without that chain on my wrists. Naked and nameless and numb with distress over my bereavement. Give me back my identity!
My knees got limp and I just let them bend. As long as I was all hunched over and droopy anyway. And as long as that ripe cunt had quit acting shy and come out of hiding. But no, I was already passing that level and those darn fool knees of mine were still bending. Bending and bending and making everything even droopier. Until there was nowhere left to droop…
It felt kind of nice, though, crouching way down low on the floor like that. I licked her feet. Pretty feet. Pretty toes. So nice to suck on! Somehow I didn't miss my silver chain quite so much; I was nice and naked now. Nice and naked. Uh-huh. Nice and hot, too, and getting hotter by the minute. Nice and hot and horny. Hmm.
Pretty feet. Pretty, pretty. They deserved my attention now, more than I had given them out there in the bedroom. • Slowly, that was the way, and then on up to her cunt. If she would let me. But we were here in the bathroom and the tub was running and I'd better not count on it; wasn't it generous of her to allow me even this much?
Then, abruptly, I had nothing again as the tall body moved away from me, only not in the direction of the tub, oh no, all of a sudden she didn't seem so tall and towering anymore. But no less arrogant, though. Maybe even more so, sitting there in the vulgarly immodest position, about to perform a vulgarly immodest act…
"Honey? How about it? You did say something about thanking me, didn't you? Well, here's your chance."
"Oh. You, you want me to… uh… "
"Come here, Dana."
Uh-huh. We were in the bathroom, sure enough. And what the hell was I waiting for? I had to obey. In ail the world, nothing mattered but the satisfaction of my beloved goddess. Even if the goddess, in moments like this, chose to be more coarse and bawdy than any ordinary mortal.
On my hands and knees, I covered the distance. Once there, I remained in a crouch, unable to turn my gaze up to meet hers. And again I touched my mouth to her feet, temporizing but only too well aware of the futility of my gesture.
"Kid… "
"Hmm?"
"Look at me. No! Up here at my face."
I raised my bowed head. Her dark eyes blazed, sending a shudder through my humbled body. Fearful now, fearful arid yet undeniably fascinated, I stared up at her like some small timid animal trapped and frozen into immobility by the glaring headlights of a metallic monster looming swiftly out of the night.
"You do want to, huh? Okay." She leaned backward just a bit, pushing the curve of her underbelly into prominence. "Go ahead then, go ahead and thank me."
There was an instant of hesitation as my palsied muscles refused to function. But only an instant. And then I slid my cheek up the length of one thigh and buried my lips in the curved bulge, the ripe-fleshed mound that split itself down the middle to receive me with a kind of squirming familiarity. I heard the bathtub roaring and wondered somewhat irrelevantly if it wouldn't run over and flood the place. But that didn't affect my kiss of gratitude at all, one flood at a time, I figured, and I went on kissing and lapping and opening my mouth wider and just naturally making myself useful in whatever way that might become necessary. I hated it, of course, the degradation, the bleak despair of submitting my once-proud self to such ignominious torment. But I could only swallow my pride along with my abhorrence and carry on to the bitter end, all but choking as the explosive thrill at last wracked my body and turned hatred and disgust into a lovely lust…
Oh shit, talk about Old Faithful!