Author's note:
My many thanks, again, to D-Lo (DCL) for her inspiration to me for this story. This second inspiration is drawn and taken from her ideas about a vacation trip.
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Another envelope arrives in the post some seven months after that night in the hotel suite. Again delivered during the week, you did not notice it arriving. You did not notice the envelope when you collected the mail each day when returning home from work. You placed each day's mail in the basket to be delt with on week's end.
Now you are sorting the week's mail. All the know junk mail goes in the trash bin, unopened. All the expected bills go in a pile on the desk next to the checkbook. The rest of the envelopes to be weeded out, one at a time.
The envelope is also different. Made of the same fine paper stock, just like the last one you received. The address is printed on the envelope, again an engraved printed style. Black printing on an almond colored stock. Your address is printed twice, once on the front of the envelope and once on the flap on the rear side. The front side printing is much larger than the printing on the flap.
You open the envelope and you see a card inside. Printed as the envelope, the card contains the following message in the center of the card, just 2 lines: "Stony Fork Cabin, George Washington National Park on May 22. You are to pick up an envelope, with your name on it, waiting at the ranger station for you at check in." You stop, but not dead cold this time. Millions of questions float through your mind. "Him again?" you ask yourself. "Why seven months since that night does this arrive?" you wonder. Just like the last time, you throw the card and envelop down on the end table.
You tend to the bills, making all the necessary payments. You tend to the other items that require your attention. Later on, you check the web to find out where the park is located. You also find out the nearest airports to the park. Then you check the nearest airport to your home and find out that the four airlines at the airport only fly to Atlanta, Charlotte, Chicago, Dallas-Fort Worth, Detroit, Memphis, or Philadelphia. There are no direct flights to Roanoke from your hometown. You have already decided that you are going on this adventure. And thus, you will drive to the cabin in the park, a distance of about 425 miles and 8 hours travel according to the online map services.
You take your evening shower. Your now distant friend, Mr. Shower Massage, still does not help you, especially tonight. He has not been able to get you to cum since that night seven months ago in the hotel suite. You are frustrated as you go to bed, again without sexual release. Seven long months without a release. You sleep, but again not restfully, waking a few times that you recall. For the rest of the weekend you are tilted yet again, a bit off center. You do the usual things that you do for the weekend. Laundry, cleaning, shopping, exercises, and so on. All the normal tasks and jobs are completed, but you cannot shake the feeling. This feeling of excitement that you have this time. You feel like a child with a new toy. And in fact, you have many new toys that you have wished and wanted to use regularly.
In the morning at work, you remember that the last card you received had printing on the back. At the end of the day, you rush home to look at the new card again. You look at the back of the card and you see very small print messages. You need that magnifier lens again to read the print. The first paragraph reads, "The presentence of your toy bag is required. Bring all toys, new and old, with you." The next paragraph says, "You will bring two days clothing only. You will wear a skirt and blouse combination or a dress only each day. No Bra or Panties are to be worn. High heels, to be between three inches and five inches high only are to be worn. Jet-black pantyhose are to be worn. No other clothing is to be worn or brought to the cabin. The pantyhose will be completely sheer from waist to toes. The pantyhose will be the type that massages the legs while being worn. The pantyhose will be crotch-less, either you will remove the center panel, or you will use a seam ripper to open the crotch section of the pantyhose. You will wear the vibrating egg and the small anal plug when you leave home." Now you know for sure that you have to drive to this adventure. No way can you get the toys past security or baggage screening packed in your suitcase. "What if security wanted to inspect/search your suitcase with all the toys in the bag?" you think to yourself.
You are dripping wet after reading the just discovered messages on the back of the card. Your juice is running out and down the insides of your legs. Your nipples are hard, like pencil erasers. You feel your pulse in your clit and in your nipples.
You look at the envelope and card many times over the next 2 months sitting on the end table. Each time you look, you get the same reaction. You become sexually excited, close to the edge of an orgasm. But, no matter how hard you try, you just cannot get over that edge. The desire to orgasm within you is great. Just that you cannot get there. You see both sides of the card in your mind at work, at the park when exercising, even when shopping at the grocery store. You get the same reaction each time you think about the card. Instant horniness.
You relive that night in the hotel suite in Florence as well. The night that you never expected to happen. The huge suite all paid for in advance. "In cash" they had said. That impressed you. That he was there watching you and you did not know it for how long still remains in your mind. "When did he enter the suite?" you wondered many times. Many questions, so few answers yet again.
You are to bring the toys that drove you nuts. The leather collar. The leather cuffs. The vibrating egg. (You never did find the controller for the egg.) The ball gag. The ear plugs. The ear muffs. And the anal plug. The small anal plug you have worn a few times at home. Always on a weekend when you knew that you were not going to go anywhere. No more than a few hours each time. However, you have worn it enough to be fully comfortable with it now. "If he only knew." you think.
A month later, you sent him a text message, again asking if he sent you the card. The next day you receive a short text message reply that reads "Huh? Do I know you?" "OK so much for that idea." You think.
You look up the park on the web. You look at the information on cabin rentals. You look at the map of the area and try to get that to the online map service to give you the details on how to get there.
Again, you have the car checked out about a month before you are to go. Your mechanic says again that the car is still in very good shape and he would still trust it to go to California and back. You do the research on the online map services to plot your course. Just like before, you line up pit stops and rest stops to eat along the way. You get the address of the Ranger station to check in. You calculate out the cost of food and fuel to get there and back. About the same cost as the previous adventure to Florence.
With just two days to go you, call the ranger station. You got the number from the web site. You want to check on the reservation. The person who answered your call tells you that your reservation is waiting on your arrival. The person then states that the cabin is paid fully in advance and thanks you. You reply politely. You are not shocked this time to hear that the cabin is paid in full already. You get details on travel to the park from the interstate highway on where/how to pick the keys for the cabin; you thank them, and hang up. You merge their instructions into the map service instructions and save everything together. You print it all out.
You figure that you will need to depart no later than 6:00 in the morning to be there by 4PM. You do some last minute shopping for some items you think he would like. And also to comply with the instructions on the card as to what to wear there and on the return trip home.
You have a light breakfast before leaving. You leave on time and the drive is very nice. After an hour into the trip, you notice your nipples are hard and your cunt is wet. You clit and nipples are throbbing as well. There are no problems with traffic at all. There are no problems with road construction. Your stop for lunch goes very well. There are no problems with the weather, in fact it is bright and sunny all the way. No sun in your eyes for the whole trip. Warm yes, but the air-conditioning is not needed on this trip. The fresh air smells good with the windows open, as well. All the pit stops go well also.
As you pull into the ranger station parking lot, you feel tightness in your stomach. One part of your inner self wants in, and another part is concerned and wants to turn around and go home. You exit and lock the car. Just then, the egg in your cunt begins to vibrate slowly. Your knees buckle, but you catch yourself by leaning on the car. Once you recover, you walk over to the ranger station.
You meet with Ranger Johnson. He is an elderly gentleman, in uniform, early 60's you guess. He is well spoken, no accent that you notice. He reviews the rules and regulations with you and you sign the paperwork. He offers to guide you over to the cabin and you accept. He remembers that they have an envelope for you. He explains that the envelope was left by the currier that also made the reservation and paid in full for the rental with a money order.