Trisha rang me at home. "My family has a weekender by the beach. Quite remote. My parents are overseas so it will free on the holiday weekend. Are you interested in playing for a couple of days?" After our initial session we had met a few times for discrete dinners in suburbs where we were unlikely to be recognised. The nature of our relationship and our work in the same company, while not illegal, prompted a desire for absolute secrecy for both of us. We relished in the times together for this very reason. The only sex we had managed was after dinner one night, a quick make out session in the car. We kissed and I moved my hand to caress and finger Trisha, bringing her to a quick, sharp conclusion. She was caressing my cock through my jeans. She stopped as soon as she came, promising she would finish me off one day soon. She did whisper that I should go home and think about our first session while I brought myself off.
This weekend was a chance to play a bit longer. We would travel down on Friday evening and return on Monday night. Two full days for exploring each other. We drew up lists, packed supplies and briefly talked about ideas for what might happen. It was a couple of hours by car so we planned to eat when we arrived.
I stopped at Trisha's on the way. She pushed a black bag onto the back seat and we set off.
We pulled up at timber shack at the end of a dirt track. It didn't look much from the outside but Trisha assured me it would be great for what we wanted. It certainly was private. Trisha gave me the tour. Two comfortable bedrooms, one for her parents and one for Trisha. Her parent's door was closed but we went into Trisha's room. Quite big, queen bed, armchair in the corner with a coffee table, and glass doors leading to what I thought must be a deck. The house also had a modern kitchen and bathroom and a lounge with bookcases and an excellent stereo. No television, therefore no additional distractions for me, not that I would allow myself distractions in her presence.
I went to the kitchen and prepared dinner while Trisha unpacked. We enjoyed the quick pasta I whipped up with a glass of red, and then we went to the bedroom. On the coffee table there were some implements of fun and torture, ready for the weekend. Notable amongst the toys was a metal cock cage. This sleek implement was a step beyond the leather cock harness of our premier scene. Trisha told me to strip naked and fitted the chrome cage to me. She had selected one that was quite snug. It curved slightly, and had holes creating a web like appearance. The hole that allowed my to urinate was quite large. This was going to be a challenge for me, but I was fairly sure it would not be for too long. As she turned to go to the bathroom she told me that this was the first part of the weekends play.
While she was gone I lifted my encased cock gently, feeling the weight, getting used the imposition of it, wondering how I would manage. Faith, and desire, would ensure I managed just fine.
As she emerged from the bathroom wearing only a pair of black cotton undies my cock started to swell. "I promise you will come before we leave, but I also guarantee I will come more than you. When did you last come?"
"Tuesday night, thinking about this weekend."
"That's good. Don't worry, this will be fun. I won't be nasty all weekend" she smiled at me.
We turned the lights off and drifted to sleep cuddling while soft jazz played in the background.
Next morning I woke first. After admiring the near naked form of Trisha in the wan light of the early morning I wandered, naked but for chrome, to the kitchen to make coffee. Once the brew was on I explored a bit more. Outside I found a courtyard surrounded by shrubs and trees to ensure privacy, and outside our room, as I now thought of it, was a lap pool. I dare not venture further in case I disturbed any locals that might be about. I really had no idea of the lay of the land.
Back in the kitchen I laid out the granola for breakfast. As I poured the coffee Trisha wandered in, hair dishevelled, sleepy eyed and stunning in a careless sort of way.
"What's the plan?" I asked after we had finished most of breakfast.
"I thought that a quick drive around to show you the sights might be good. Lunch by the pool, then maybe a surf this afternoon. And tonight I think I might enslave you. Sound good?"
"Excellent."
"Don't expect to come though. You're mine for the day and the night." This was code for a session starting, though the cock cage last night was a big hint that Trisha had already taken charge in her own gentle fashion.
Trisha went off to shower, telling me that I could have a cold outdoor shower, which I did. I then cleaned the kitchen and dressed in the shorts, t- shirt and sandals left out for me. I was acutely aware of the metal harness swinging under my shorts.
With her hair still wet and wearing linen pants and top and sandals, Trisha announced it was time to go. We drove down the dirt drive and onto a road that took us to the town. It was a sleepy hamlet along the coast a bit from a larger town. As we drove though Trisha regaled me with a short and entertaining history of the town and an explanation of its current residents, including the first guy she fucked, who apparently now ran the local supermarket. I couldn't imagine Trisha living in a small town like this. She explained that "we were young, it was a post school, pre university romance. It wasn't really even a romance. Maybe a relationship that suited us both but we knew it wouldn't amount to more than it did. I couldn't wait to lose my virginity and he was happy to oblige. It didn't mean much then, and it doesn't now. He married a local girl who had big breasts and a sunny personality and I believe they are very happy. We see each other occasionally and it's all good."
We motored further along the coast and parked up. After a short walk we reached a lighthouse high on a point. The views along the coast and out to sea were amazing. I took some photographs. Trisha even let me take one of her looking glam and sultry all at once.
On the way back to the house we picked up a barbecue chicken for lunch, which I served with a simple Greek salad. While I cleaned up Trisha set herself up by the pool.
"Naked" was the instruction as I moved to join her. I stripped and set up a towel alongside her deck chair. She reclined gracefully, sunglasses shading the intentions her eyes might signal, and wearing a sleek high cut green bikini that suited her lithe dancers figure. After getting drinks for us I settled in to read. After a few minutes Trisha bade me sit while she said "I've been thinking about us, and I want to make it more permanent than it is now, if you agree. Work is still an issue for me because the company is so conservative, but beyond work I want you to be a solid part of my life. We can still play like this when we want, and I think that it might also be possible for you to initiate some scenes as we go. We can ease into that if you like. I also want to go out together more, within bounds set by the work thing. What do you think?"
