A Long Week Ch 01

+++ Edit for Literotica: I pulled this from my back log of goodies, trying to find that spark to write again. More to come as time permits+++

This is a work of fiction, written out of a bored spell because I have nothing else to do, so forgive any basic errors. Constructive criticism is appreciated, feel free to leave any comment it doesn't mean I have to read it though.

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Susan adjusted her skirt for the hundredth time since she had exited her cab. This was a strange and new experience for her. At 46, she wasn't a young woman anymore and meeting someone from online was a young girl's sport in her opinion.

Susan looked around the packed bar once more as a waitress brought her another drink. She had been ordered to wear no underwear and one of her shortest cocktail dresses. It made her feel slutty and like everyone knew exactly how much she was enjoying it. She didn't fit in at all; her red dress and high heels were totally out of place in the biker filled bar. The fact that several men had made passes on her showed that though she was an older woman she had aged well. Even with as little make up as she was wearing, her sharp features and long build made her look younger. As she had aged, her tall 6 foot frame had put on weight so she no longer looked like the twig she had once been. A fact that several men had pointed out was a plus as she had to go out and buy new underwear to accommodate her changing body, which was for the first time in her life full of curves.

A group of men walked into the bar and Susan's eyes automatically moved toward them. She had blossomed late in life. She had had sex in high school and college but had never really developed a taste for it until late in her life, when she became braver as she felt that there was less and less time and risk left in her life. She assessed the men and though some looked at her hungrily, none of them came to speak to her or acknowledged her how she was told He would.

As a successful real estate agent she was well off and came into contact with dozens of people, it was through those connections that she had learned about the small social networking site for those that had different tastes in sex. She had logged on jokingly only to smile and marvel at the different lifestyle intending on staying on the outer edge, but she soon found herself immersed in it all. Six months later and she was here.

Meeting a man she had chatted with for a long time, but had never seen any pictures of or met or even talked to over the phone. The old her would've thought it stupid and would never even dared to think of it. The new her had asked around and been told from some of the others she knew to be trustworthy that she would be relatively safe. That's what they had told her about her man, "You'll be relatively safe". That had made her nostrils flare and her libido scream as she read it, and after her friends had refused to comment any further, Susan's imagination had run wild.

She was in town for a week, and just the thought of all the things he could do to her made her want to yank up her skirt and masturbate all the lust and energy that licked at her already burning pussy. She had only been given a first name for her mysterious man, Jonathon. He had been crude with her, but always patient. He never once had ever told her anything really and truly personal about himself but he had listened easily and given his two cents on any problem she may have been having at the time, though his two cents often amounted to a very pessimistic look on humanity in general with an underlying violent streak.

That's what she had enjoyed about him and thought was so fascinating and intoxicating. He was cold, feral and demanding, but at the same time he seemed to respect her and hold her in high standing. She could always say no to his orders, but he always phrased them so she wouldn't, asked them when she couldn't refuse him. He easily pushed her buttons and drove her further than she would want to for any other. It always made her smile when she thought about it. She sometimes thought that it was what love should be. That always made her snort and chuckle.

Another group entered the bar. She spotted him with ease and nearly gaped at him. He looked directly at her as he entered, knowing she would be there, his deep blue eyes were dark and brooding, not giving anything away about his inner thoughts. He was dressed in all black, obviously decked out in biker gear that hugged his body tightly. None of that surprised her as much as his handsome features full of youth. He couldn't be any older than 25 but she knew for a fact that he had knowledge and understanding far further than that. She didn't know why but she had always imagined him as an older man, and nowhere as big.

He stood in front of her and his eyes roamed her body in one slow and sure movement. Susan looked up at him and realized that even in her heals she was still an inch shorter than this man, a fantasy she had had since she had gone to prom in high school. Jonathon settled himself on a stool across from her at the table and she couldn't think of anything to say so she just watched, her eyes flitting back and forth trying to take all of him in. "Hello pet," he said in a low growl that sent shivers down her spine and a spike of lust that drove itself into her body with a roar of heat.

Susan dropped her eyes away from his and gulped as she blushed for the first time in ages. She was still marveling at him, like he was the first man she had ever seen, but she was still having trouble getting over how young he was. "Hello sir," she said meekly, a mixture of fear and desire making her voice come out as a low squeak. It was a greeting and response that had been agreed upon days ago and now that she was certain this really was the man that she had known for the past six months. All thoughts other than the ones centered on the burning in her body were fleeting, and she didn't know what to say.

Jonathon didn't seem to be having the same problem but somehow knew what state she was in. "Are you wet for me slut?" he asked nonchalantly, a faint darkening of his eyes telling her that he knew full well that she was and that he liked the thought. She fumbled and tripped on her words for a moment and then stopped, took a deep breath and closed her eyes, forcing herself back under control.

When she opened her eyes again Jonathon was waving away the waitress without looking away from Susan. Looking around to make sure no one was listening Susan spoke as evenly as she could, "Yes it's the first time I've gone without my pretty red lace between my thighs".

Jonathon's tone darkened almost instantly, "You've made two mistakes. First, you have forgotten to refer to me properly. Second". His hand was suddenly on her sex, his fingers delving between her slightly parted thighs making her stifle a moan before he continued in a quiet rumble, "You should know better than to tempt me bitch".

This was the Jonathon she had known so well, the one she enjoyed tempting only because his retaliation was always shocking and sweet. A small smile played on his lips as she bit her lip and breathlessly made a sound between begging for more and apologizing. His hand left her wanting more as its warmth left her. Jonathon stood and snapped his fingers, she didn't even think about it as she stood and followed him, pulling her dress down to hide her sopping pussy and now damp thighs.

He led her outside and to a small bike. Without saying anything he turned and pulled her toward him, kissing her so hard she was probably going to have bruised lips. Now she really did moan as her head was tipped back and the kiss got rougher. Then, as abruptly as it had started it ended. She whimpered as her hands tried to pull him in for another kiss, but he was stronger than her and pushed her away easily.

"I've been waiting for this for weeks I plan to enjoy every minute," he told her as he pulled out something from a riding bag he had with him. "Now you need to be punished," he smiled at her as he handed her a jacket and strapped a helmet onto her head. It was dazzling and scary at the same time the way it was both a happy grin and a promise of things that made her head spin to imagine.

He threw his leg over the bike and she gulped, walking over and considering how to best mount the bike when he lifted her up in his arms, depositing her on the seat, a large protrusion pushing between the lips of her sex and making her shudder and moan. Then he was at her ear, his hand guiding hers to the dildo that he had placed on the seat, "You are not allowed to cum, if you do it only gets worse for you later".

She didn't have time to respond because the bike suddenly purred to life and she clawed at his shoulders as the vibrations were sent from the seat to her exposed clit, and into her pussy through the dildo. "Fuck! Please... I'm so close sir" she nearly shouted through the helmet as he fastened his own.

He turned and looked at her, the visor on his helmet up and when she saw his eyes she got the cold chills and hot streaks. "You are not allowed to cum, or would you prefer to cum now, and not cum for the next week?" he asked. Her eyes widened but then he continued, "But don't think it will be that easy. I will enjoy using your body for the next week in the most... creative ways". She gasped and had the image of her tied to the bed for the next week, used and abused but left on edge each time. The thought both aroused and horrified her. "No sir," she barely wheezed, wrapping her arms around his waist as he revved the engine and then tore out of the parking lot of the bar.

The ride was both miserable and the best thing she had ever experienced in her life, every bump, every jostle drove the piece of plastic between her thighs deeper. The engine was vibrating the entire frame with each rev and each acceleration Jonathon took, Susan felt it on her sex. She was so wet and on edge that she didn't know how she managed not to cum all over his seat as he finally pulled into a small house in a sleepy neighborhood.

To be continued when I get a bit more time...