Ms Laura Ch 01

It was midnight and the airport was dead quiet. A knot was forming in my stomach. I had never done anything even remotely like this. Eighteen, I had never even had a date.

The board above the baggage caracal suddenly changed. The 11:50 flight from Dallas changed from "delayed" to "arrived". I immediately stood up in nervous anticipation. It would be a few more minutes before the off-loading was done, and the passengers would begin to trickle out, but I wasn't going to be caught off guard.

I began to check myself over. I straightened out my shirt and checked my reflection in a nearby window.

I was stopped by the sound of talking down the hall and quickly I straightened up again. As the throng of people rounded the corner into the baggage claim, I scanned the crowd for her. I had only seen a few photos, but I thought I knew what I was looking for. Her name was Ms. Laura. She was a fifty two year old divorcee and retired dominatrix.

The crowd walked passed and then disbursed to the corners of the room. Before I knew it no one was left. I looked around thinking I had missed her, but she wasn't there. Terrible thoughts started to pass through my head and I felt embarrassed. She didn't show.

I was about to go up to the counter to see if she had even boarded the aircraft when I heard a voice behind me, "John?"

I turned around to find an older looking woman looking at me from behind the brim Cowboys' baseball cap. She was a half a foot shorter than me, wore no makeup, and had on a pair of black dress pants, a conservative black blouse, and dinner jacket. She was just an ordinary old woman, not a dominatrix.

"Yes?" I responded not quiet knowing who I was talking to.

She smiled and pulled out a pair of glasses to have a closer look at me, "I'm Ms. Laura."

I must have unknowingly given her a look of surprise because her smiled got even bigger, "you expected leather boots and dark makeup didn't you."

I nodded.

"Well it's not something I travel in," she put away her glasses, "you are a lot cuter in person. I think I'm going to really enjoy this weekend. My bags will be here shortly dear. There's a gray roller bag and brown suitcase. Both should have my name on the tag."

There was an awkward pause as I continued to look at her somewhat disappointed.

It took me a second, but it registered that I was supposed to get them, "yes Ma'am."

I then walked over the caracal to wait. As I stood there watching the luggage slowly trickle on to the conveyor belt I started to think about what I got myself into. Maybe it was hormones or just a desperate boy trying to lose is virginity by any means. Somehow I was going to be this elderly woman's sex slave.

I began to think about my means of escape without hurting her. We had met online two years. It was a lonely night. I was searching some of the darker corners of the internet to fulfill some of my more taboo fantasies. Ever since then we had chatted from time to time and become good friends. Maybe it was the fact I couldn't see her in person or because she already knew my deepest secrets, but I could tell her anything. I couldn't just tell her to go home or run away.

I saw the two bags come out and I grabbed them. She was waiting for me on a bench by the door when I returned.

"Ok, that's them," she made no attempt to grab them from me instead turned to the door, "I know you don't have a car so I'll get us a taxi."

I nodded and groaned carrying the bags. They were heavy for their size. I found Ms. Laura outside chatting with a cabby. My heart sunk. I couldn't hear what she was saying. I thought she might be telling someone why she was here. I hide my face.

"John over here," she yelled to me the turned back to the cabby, "that's my nephew. He's got my bags."

My pounding heart settled and carried the bags over to the taxi. The cabby helped me load them in the trunk as Ms. Laura climbed into the back seat. A few minutes later I joined her. She padded the seat next to her and urged me close.

The cabby wasn't in the taxi yet when she spoke to me, "you liked the nephew thing. I figured you didn't want people looking at you funny. It's not every day an older woman like me gets to be with a young handsome man like you."

I forced a smile, "that's right."

"Don't be shy love. We've been friends for a while we won't do anything you're uncomfortable with," she rubbed my chest, "just relax and enjoy this opportunity."

The cabby climbed in, "all buckled up? Where we headed?"

"My nephew got me accommodations at this hotel," she reached into her purse and pulled out a slip of paper handing it to him.

I couldn't help but look inside. I could clearly see a pair of handcuffs and she saw me looking at them. She gave me a wink.

The cabby unfolded the paper, "wow! he got you a nice hotel. I know where that is and I usually only take rich folk there."

She remained looking at me, "I know he's real sweet to his aunty."

I blushed.

The cabby turned around gave Ms. Laura a keen look, "hey bud, if she was my aunt I'd be real sweet too."

Ms. Laura smiled and giggled like a school girl as the cabby started the engine. I took the time to look at Ms. Laura closer. She might have been older and dressed like a nun, but she was still pretty attractive. She was slim with a modest bust and wide hips. Her lips and skin were lightly wrinkled, but had a bright appearance. Ms. Laura had auburn hair which hung down cut at the shoulder. In her prime she would have been a model and aged she still looked good. As I looked at her the taxi started driving and I felt a hand creep on to my lap I jumped a little bit.

"It should be about fifteen minutes," the cabby said before turning on the radio.

Ms. Laura chuckled then whispered, "little jumpy?"

"So Laura how long are you going to be here," the Cabby asked.

"Couple of days," she put her purse in my lap and used it to cover her hand and it crept closer to my crotch, "I needed a vacation and my nephew decided to help me out."

"Why was that? Problems at home?" the cabby continued to question.

"Yes unfortunately, I got a divorced a few years back and my ex can't stay away. I finally said I need a break and flew out from Dallas," Ms. Laura wasn't lying she steered the conversation skillfully, "now a few days away from him and with my dear nephew is all I need."

"There's nothing like family," the cabby laughed then turned up the radio.

Her hand finally reached my crotch and her fingers wrapped around my cock. I wanted to say something, but with the cabby right there and all the blood leaving my brain. I was frozen.

She spoke very softly so it couldn't be heard over the radio, "mmm, this will do nicely."

Ms. Laura remained silent the rest of the trip only teasing me in the back seat. Finally we pulled up in the hotel foyer. The cabby got out first and opened the door for us, then popped the trunk. I grabbed the bags and set them on the curb.

"You two have fun," the cabby got in the cab, "ask for Eric if you need a cab. I give a discount for repeat business."

Before he drove off he winked at Ms. Laura. She smiled and waved.

"Don't get jealous now he's got nothing on you," Ms. Laura helped me pick up the bags, but once again left it to me to carry them inside, "dear, did you bring anything?"

I nodded, "it's in the room already. I checked in this afternoon to get everything ready, because I knew you would have a late flight."

She smiled, "good boy."

"Fourth floor, room 429," I made an attempt to reach my pockets with the bags, but failed, "I have the key card in my front pocket. I'll get it later."

Without asking Ms. Laura stuck her hand in and grabbed it, "let's go."

I felt a little violated with her just reaching into my pocket and from the cab ride. I need to get out of here. My head was fighting my dick. I had never been that close to getting laid before, but this was so taboo. What kind of by loose his virginity to a fifty two year old. I finally settled that I had things in the room that I needed to retrieve before I could just leave.

I walked with her upstairs planning my Houdini acted. I could step out while she was sleeping or fake a phone call with urgent family business. She could be comfortable in the room for the next four days and I could still be friends with her after she left.

Finally we came to 429 and Ms. Laura opened the door. I had been here earlier and seen it before, but it still impressed me.

Immediately to the right was the bathroom with a large shower and wall mirror. Several of the kinds of soaps she asked for were laid out on the sink. From there the room opened up into a small kitchen living room with mini fridge microwave and coffee table. Everything was already stocked with food and drinks.

Then behind a divider was the bedroom. To one wall was a large flat-screen TV, and to the other a queen sized bed. There was also a recliner in one corner with a lamp next to it.

The best feature was last though. Just beyond the bed in the corner was a small hot tub. It had been the made feature that I paid for in the room and the one I tried to surprise Ms. Laura with.

Ms. Laura's face lit up, "you really out did yourself Johnny. Wow how much did... I don't want to know."

Ms. Laura kissed me on the cheek then directed me to put her bags on the bed, "we'll sort those out later. Its late and I'm going to take a shower before bed. It will be a little bit so make yourself comfortable. Are you hungry I am?"

I nodded not sure what to say.

"Good, why don't you order a pizza? It should be here by the time I'm done," Ms. Laura walked over to her bags and began digging through them for clean clothes, "I'm thinking a little lace and leather might make you a little comfortable."

She held the clothes against her body to hide them from my eyes. Once in the bathroom I heard the shower turn on and I immediately began to think about how I was going to play this. I pulled out my phone and began going through numbers getting into an acting mindset.

As I came across the pizza joint's number I began to think about what I was doing. I was running away. This might be a fucked up situation, but she was still a human being, more specifically she was a close friend. I had to explain it to her and tell the truth.

I then made the order and sat down on the bed thinking about what I was going to do. Beside me one of Ms. Laura's bags was open. While waiting my wandering eyes couldn't help but look. It was the brown suit case and it was filled with clothes and hygiene products. It's seemed to be everything she would need for four days, but that still left the roller bag. What could be in there?

Curious I listened and still heard the shower running. I could sneak a peek. I walked over to the bag and carefully opened it listening for the water to stop. As the bag opened I realized why it was so heavy. The bag was filled to the brim with leather corsets, ropes, duct tape, a pair thigh high boots, even a few chains.

"Johnny," Ms. Laura called from the shower.

I franticly closed the bag and zipped it up, "yes ma'am."

"Johnny did you order yet?" she asked.

My heart settled, "yes ma'am."

"Good boy stay out of my bags," Ms. Laura then continued with her shower.

I looked around for a mirror or something that gave away what I was doing, but couldn't find anything. I settle for she was psychic and I sat down on the bed. Closing my eyes I tried to imagine myself somewhere else. About fifteen minutes passed and there was a knock at the door.

I investigated and found it was the pizza. Ms. Laura was in the bathroom still but the shower was off. I quickly made the transaction and tipped well just so he would leave before she came out. Just as the door shut I heard the bathroom door open.

"Is he gone," Ms. Laura asked poking her head out.

"Yes," I said as I set the pizza on the coffee table.

Ms. Laura walked out behind me, "how do I look? A little more like a dominatrix there chico."

I turned around and my jaw instantly hit the floor. She was clade in a leather corset and guarder pulling her panties hose up to her thighs. She also had on a lacy set of black panties and bra boarders with wisps of red.

The wrinkles in her face and crow's feet were either covered by make up or merely invisible under the steamy mass of woman before me. My heart was pounding and I had forgotten everything I had wanted to say before.

Ms. Laura walked over and dragged her finger across my chest, "why don't you get more comfortable and we can talk about how this weekend of play over some food."

I nodded then froze not knowing to do next.

"Take those clothes off," Ms. Laura undid my belt, "then have a seat."

I took everything off and she watched carefully critiquing every inch of my body as it was revealed. I stopped again as I came to my boxers.

"You can stop there," she gestured to the couch by the coffee table, "I don't want pre-cum everywhere while we eat."

I sat down far to one side of the couch. Ms. Laura sat in the middle.

"My, you're nervous," she padded me over and opened the pizza box, "just eat, relax, and talk to me like you do online."

I scooted closer to her, "ah I'm really not sure what to say, ma'am."

"Well complete sentences are a good start," she put her hand on mine, "I know you're a virgin Johnny. How does it feel when I touch you?"

"Ah, strange ma'am," I stuttered, "I mean I've never had anyone touch me down there."

"Where's that?" she picked up my hand and placed it on my crotch then made me feel my own cock.

"Right there ma'am," a tingle shot up my gut and my kidneys seemed to curl up.

"Really, what's right there?" she stroked my cock up and down.

"My cock," the words were alien to me in such a setting.

"Mmm what is it for?" she let my hand go and dragged her nails softly up the center line of my stomach.

As her hand moved my insides turned over and even more alien word came out of my mouth, "for pleasing you Ma'am."

My breathing got heavy and a seemed to lose myself for a moment. Before I knew it her hand was back on mine and she was moving it closer her body. She placed it on her breast and made me feel them.

"You've never felt one of these before, have you?" she said softly.

I shook my head no. she smiled then took my hand and slid it down to her guarder. I instinctively reached for her pussy, but was stopped.

"Not so hasty little one," she dragged my hand to her clips holding her pantyhose to her guarder "unclip them and take off my pantyhose."

I quickly nodded and sank to the floor. From there I undid the metal clasps and roll the nylon stocking down her smooth leg and off her feet.

Ms. Laura looked down on me with an approving grin the pointed to her purse on the floor by the table, "there is a small bottle of lotion inside get it and give my tired feet a good rub."

Without hesitation I crawled over to the bag and found the lotion. I returned to find Ms. Laura eating a slice of pizza and holding one leg out. I crawled back over and supported it with my knee. Then I put a little drop in my hand the started to rub her foot.

Ms. Laura moaned her mouth full and leaned back in the couch to enjoy the massage. As I sat there rubbing her feet I realized how she had with one touch brought me to my knees. This woman who I had, only a few minutes ago, tried to run from was now in complete control.

"Keep it up boy," she closed the box, "you're doing a great job. If you keep it up you might get a reward."

I kept rubbing. As I did she closed her eyes and began to slowly tease my cock with her other foot. The massage continued for about another fifteen minutes before Ms. Laura ended it. I was still on my knees when she stood up.

"The next few days I'm going to lay down some rules for when we are in private," she walked over to the bed, "rule one you will call me Mistress or Ma'am. You've been good about it so far and I'm pleased. Rule two you will be on your knees in my presents unless I say otherwise."

I realized that I was already observing the second rule without even knowing it.

She smiled, "next rule is you will not take off or put on any clothes unless I say otherwise and when we go to bed you will be naked. In fact you will be naked most of the time. Now I'm exhausted clear these bags then join me here for a good night sleep."

I hastily crawled over and took the bags off the bed, setting them on the floor. Ms. Laura undid her corset and set it on top of the roller bag. She then opened the covers and slid inside. I crawled up and was about to follow her inside when she stopped me.

"What's rule three," she pointed at my boxers, "drop 'em."

I quickly took my boxers off to reveal my shaven genitals. Ms. Laura stuck out her hand and cupped my balls. Her cold hands caused them to retreat up into my body. She them gently stroked up and felt my now rigid cock.

"Mmm there's nothing I love more than young cock," she grabbed a hold firmly then yanked till I almost fell on top of her, "now get in here boy."

After we settled Ms. Laura scooted close to me opening her legs and grabbing my still hard cock with her thighs. Then she took my hand and placed my arm over her till it came to rest on her breasts. Lastly she hit the lights and snuggled close.

I laid there awake in the dark for another twenty minutes, not daring to move or disturb her. Motionless I stared into space thinking about how I came to this situation till I was carried off to sleep.