It was an hour before her date, and boy was she ready for it. Sarah looked in the mirror in an elegant, yet short skirt. As she looked in the mirror adjust her hair into many positions she thought to herself. "Hmmm, do I wear it up with just a few strands hanging delicately over the ears? Or maybe into a ponytail to show my neck a little bit but also the long length of my dark brown hair? Hmmm or maybe just wear it down?" Sarah finally settled on putting it up with just a few strands coming down. And enjoyed the way she looked in her outfit, her blouse gave some cleavage but hid the best parts.
Sarah was getting very excited, she had gone out with Travis for a few months with only a kiss on the cheek. Travis was a bit on the shy, geeky side. Though when he warms up he is witty and down to earth, and Sarah has always wanted to know how his lips would feel on her. She thought after the last date he would kiss her goodnight, she yearned for it, begging for it with her eyes at her front door. Though to her disappointment he did not go for the kiss and left her with a warm hug. Tonight Sarah was prepared to make the move if he did not. "I'm going to kiss that man tonight, and if he's lucky he may get a lil more!" Sarah thought.
It was storming outside the drum of the rain and the wind mimicked her heart pounding. Sarah almost wished she didn't have a date to go anywhere but to just stay home and cuddle on the couch in his arms. It was now five minutes past 7pm, 5 minutes late... Sarah just chalked that up to the weather as Travis was punctual and organized almost to a fault. Five minutes turn to twenty minutes, Sarah starting to get a little worried as she has not heard anything from Travis and this is unlike him. She kept checking her cell phone for any word from the man she was beginning to love. "Where could he be? What's keeping him? I hope everything is alright?" She wondered if she should text him, but decided not to as he keeps his cell phone off or on vibrate when driving.
Sarah was getting beyond worrying now, it was an hour and a half past their scheduled date, with no word or text. Sarah went up to her room and started to change into some comfortable clothes as it seems like the date would not happen, and if it did, it wouldn't be at the restaurant they were planning on going. She first went into the bathroom and took off her makeup and took her hair down and just pulled it into a quick ponytail. She then removed her blouse and sexy decorative bra, replaced by just a nice cotton sleepshirt with no bra. Off comes the skirt, and panties (a nice purple bikini hi-cut with lace top), to replace it became some nice cotton pajama pants.
Sarah couldn't understand what happened tonight, excitement turned to disappointment, to confusion, to sadness. She decided to make a fire in the fireplace and curl up on the couch reading. She was reading Club Shadowlands by Cherise Sinclare. It was a wonderful book mixing love, adventure with some naughty BDSM style kink that Sarah has only read about and masturbated to.
Travis was having the worst day of his life, or so he kept saying to himself. There was a tree blocking a small road that he took to Sarah's house to avoid the city rush hour traffic. To his dismay, when he attempted to go around the tree on the side of the road, his car got stuck in mud. Travis not much of a grease monkey had no idea how to get it out. He looked to his watch 6:30 he was about five miles away. "Damn" he said, 10 minutes if it wasn't for this rain. He turned the car off and took a minute to think of what to do. He decided to pull out his cell phone and give Sarah a call to tell her the situation, but being the worst day of his life of course it was dead. "That's what I get for never really using this thing, when I need it it's not working,"
He decided he would walk, as he was not going to sit idly by as the night was unfolding out of control. He did not have an umbrella or anything as he was expecting valet service at the restaurant. He walked what seemed like forever and it was dark, rainy and completely miserable out. When he finally got to Sarah's house he checked his watch, 10:15. "Really, fuckin 10:15, Sarah is probably pissed off, maybe I should go and give her a call in the morning about what happened? Well I'm here, I might as well see if she is still up." Travis noticed there was a faint light coming from the living room, so he knocked on the door.
After knocking three times with no answer, he stepped back from the door and tried to see into the window to make sure there was nothing wrong. The windows were fogged up with the rain and his assumed fire going on inside it wasn't too shocking. He tried one more time and knocked on the door a little louder this time. Travis waited a few moments then in a defeated move he tried the handle, expecting it locked and Sarah in bed. To his amazement the door was unlocked, this put Travis in an awkward situation, wanting to talk to Sarah and try to salvage this day and the creepiness of going in uninvited.
Travis decided to go in. Upon entering he knew at once what a mistake he had made. He could hear coming from the living room a loud banging sound followed by a loud scream of "Oh Christian, Oh God, Yessss!" Travis quickly scans his mind for any clue if Sarah was very religious and he quickly registers that if she is, he didn't know it.
As Travis slowly walks towards the light and the constant sounds and screams, he then hears another voice and a slapping sound. The other voice mutters in a gruff, aggressive voice, yet also appealing though not by the words, but in the manner in which they are used. "Ohh you little slut you, You just love getting fucked from behind over the table, don't you?" Travis shocked beyond belief starts to slide down the wall to a sitting position.
His mind races as how to go about what he has discovered. "Should I leave as if I didn't come in, and call her tomorrow and tell her about the car and ask what she did? Should I walk in and confront the two right on the spot, did he have the balls to do that, being as I wasn't invited in and just walked in the door? Should I just sit and wait for them to finish their "activities" and just wait and see how things go?" All these options thundered through his head each one seeming logical and viable and slightly repulsive for different reasons.
"That's it, I'm going to walk in and see how they react!!" Travis thought as he stood and proceeded towards the room. As he got to the entry way he heard more conversing and that rhythmic thumping and interspersed moaning and screaming.
"Ohhh fuck me, Ohh Christian Ohhhhh, Godddd just like that!!"
"You enjoy this don't you, tell me what a slut you are!" which is followed by soft mumbling to be replied with what Travis assumes is Christian saying "Tell me bitch" as he then smacks Sarah on the ass. Travis watches the scene continue to unfold from the entry way. He can neither leave, talk or move, stunned by the pure sexuality held within the room, and seeing Sarah in utter ecstasy.
