Weeend in Savannah

She had been on the road for what seemed like an eternity. She was well overdue for a break. She arranged with dispatcher for some downtime. She was craving the ocean breeze and the warm sun. And she knew just the place to get all she needed and then some. SAVANNAH!

She loves spending time there, the old homes, the Spanish moss-covered trees, the riverfront, and the food were just what she needed!

She got on one of the travel sites she likes when she visits down there to plan a few days of R&R. She loves taking the riverboat for the lunch time trip, the food is amazing. It's a great price for entertainment and food combos. So, she clicks that on the agenda planner. Another favorite for the same reason is the haunted trolley ride through the city. It also ends with an amazing dinner. She adds that too the agenda. Now to pick the perfect room with a view and jacuzzi tub. Once all the dates and times are set, payment is processed, and it is now a done deal.

She makes a salon appointment there as well, time for some well overdue pampering as well. From head to toe, she needs it all! "The perfect outfits can wait." She says to herself.

The last thing she needs to do is send a formal invitation to someone she'd love to have join her for the weekend. She's hoping he can get away and meet her for the weekend with a little over a week's notice.

She finds the template for the invitation online, saves it to her laptop and let's her fingers fill in the blanks.

"Sir you are cordially invited to join me for a weekend in Savannah. Here is the agenda and dates. Please RSVD as soon as possible if you will be able to join me, so that I can purchase your tickets for the two activities I've planned."

The room I have chosen is at a B&B downtown overlooking the town square. It has a private balcony as well as jacuzzi tub and private bar. Check in is at 12pm Friday. Late lunch about 1;30 pm and a nice stroll down the riverfront. Maybe a drink or two before dinner time at the B&B.

I have booked the haunted trolley ride that ends at the Pirate's house restaurant. Legend says the rum cellar is haunted by pirates. I have chosen that for Saturday evening at 7pm

Sunday afternoon I have booked the riverboat luncheon. 1pm is the time.

I will be arriving in Savannah early morning Friday; I have some other things to do before check-in time at the B&B.

I'd be honored if you can join me, but I will understand completely if you are unable to get away, Sir!

As Always.

Lisa

She saved the invite to her laptop and prepared an email to send it to him. Once the email was sent, she closed her laptop and set out to get this week's deliveries moving.

Her mind was racing, her heart was beating hard against her chest bone and her body was turned on. She could feel her flushed skin as warm as the late summer breeze coming through the van window. She can't explain how a man that's never touched her body except once in a friendly hug could possess such power over her body. The longing she craved to give herself away to this man was intense. There was something about him and the way he spoke, rather over the phone or in email exchanges, it was something deeper, something that feeds her mind. And in exchange her body comes alive with every word spoken.

She knows a lot of it comes from their love for writing as well as reading erotica. They have exchanged many stories over time, and she's even finished a piece for him once. So, there isn't any doubt he can get inside her head using words he has picked up on through those exchanges that trigger certain things within her.

She turns on the radio and sets her playlist. Music will keep her thoughts in check for now, so she can focus on driving and not this burning desire to serve this man in her head.

Miles later the day comes to an end and begins the search for a place to shut down for the night. Typically, she parks in a rest area, but she hasn't seen one in hours out here in the Midwest as she crosses these country highways. So, she'll have to settle for a gas station or shopping center parking lot if she can find one or the other. Her cell signal isn't strong enough to search for anything, so she'll have to rely on the GPS to get her to something. She pulls off the edge of the road to search for some place. And is lucky enough to find a truck stop about 30 miles away. She hits the ok for directions and off she goes.

Once parked, she's able to connect to the WIFI at the truck stop and check for any updates from the office. An email alert popped up as well. IT WAS HIM!!! Her heart felt like it stopped, and her hands were shaky as she opened the email. She skimmed across the words quickly searching for a response to her invitation and her heart dropped when she found what she was looking for.

"Lisa, as lovely as that sounds I unfortunately won't be available that weekend. I wish I had known before making other plans, I would have loved getting you alone in a jacuzzi tub, on a balcony, on a riverboat and down in a haunted rum cellar.

Can I get a raincheck for another time? And please take lots of pictures and enjoy your downtime. Again, I apologize for not being able to accept your invitation. Maybe on your way out of Savannah Sunday afternoon/evening we can catch coffee again. You know the place."

Disappointed,

Sir

Disappointed wasn't the word she would have imagined him using to close out an email, but she was glad that they shared the disappointment. She was still going through with her plans all the same, but it would have been more spectacular to have shared the time with him. And with the way he said he'd loved to get her alone in specific locations has stirred those lustful feelings again. The same way she was flushed and warmed with the thoughts of him earlier have now gained even more heat. She felt her panties get wet and her pussy was beyond the point of return, she knew she needed to orgasm, or she'd not get any sleep. She reached for her toy bag, fumbled around inside of it and found the velvet bag Mr. Glass was tucked away in. She entered the sleeping area of her van, got undressed and slid Mr. Glass into her wet folds. Within minutes she was cumming hard and moaning loud. "I don't know what it is about you, Sir but I thank you for it." She said out loud as she turned to her side, leaving Mr. Glass inserted partially. Drifting off to sleep had not been that easy in a long time.

Waking the next morning, she realized she lost Mr. Glass in the bed, and she'd need to find it so she could take it inside and wash it when she showered. Throwing on a pair of shorts and T-shirt, she got up from the bed. She retrieved her toy, shower bag and clothes. She walked inside the truck stop, told the lady behind the counter that she was redeeming a shower credit and headed back the long hallway. Once inside the shower room, she pulled Mr. Glass from the front pocket of her shower bag and washed it first. Then she sat out the things she'd need for her shower on the little stool next to the shower stall. She laid down the floor mat and turned the water on, undressed and used the restroom.

Stepping under the hot water felt like heaven as her muscles began to loosen up and relax. She let the water trinkle down her body as she wet her hair to wash it. When she put the conditioner on her hair, she washed her body down and shaved. She pulled the handle down to rinse off, but when the spray hit her pussy, she realized she was still very much in need of something more than Mr. Glass could provide. And soon!

She finished her shower, dried, dressed, cleaned up her belongings and headed out of the shower room. She stopped to grab a coffee, a large cup of ice and a couple cups of fruit. Back on the road.

Checking with dispatch for load information, she programmed her GPS and filled out her logbook, did her vehicle inspect to make sure all was good under the hood and off she went. Her morning would start with making a drop, driving 120 miles to her next pickup and heading towards Oregon. She had until Tuesday to make the drop; she knew she would be there by Monday evening. That meant she'd drop early Tuesday morning and be able to head back towards the east coast with something. And would be able to drop her van off in South Carolina early Friday morning and grabbing her rental car she arranged to meet her. She wanted to be in Savannah by 9am so she wouldn't be late for her salon appointment.

Her mind kept jumping back to this man in her head and how she wanted so desperately wanted to submit to him. She craved his touch, his hands, his power to subdue her without restraints and his body. She couldn't explain this need, but she knew he was exactly what her body was on fire so intensely for and only he'd be able to put out this burning flame deep within her. Knowing they'd meet next Sunday for coffee wasn't going to make this any easier. She had to have him!

In the meantime, he was online booking the activities she had planned for her trip. He told her that he couldn't get away for the weekend because when he received her invitation, he knew immediately that the element of surprise would be the greatest mind fuck he could create for her. Her thinking she would be alone, thinking he couldn't make it and not knowing he'd be there would put her right where he wanted her. Vulnerable and searching for a connection with someone, anyone for companionship. He'll sit outside the B&B waiting for the right moment. She'll check in and most likely nap.

He sees her pull into the parking lot and enter the building. He left a note with the caretaker and a small box.

The note said:

"Hello girl, I just wanted to let you know I was thinking of you this weekend. I've sent you a gift. Wear it on your adventures and think of me. Can't wait to hear all about it next week and looking forward to the pictures. Talk to you soon. As always, Sir!"

Inside the box she found an insertable toy. It had a power button, but she didn't find any remote and it didn't seem to vibrate or any other movement. But she thought to herself "What the hell, maybe just feeling something inside of me will keep my mind on him anyways. Not that that was an issue anyways."

She unpacked her bags and put her toiletries in the bathroom. She hung up her outfits for her outings. And checked the room service menu to see what was on the list for dinner. She decided to skip the nap and just head downtown. With a little wiggling, she placed the new toy left for her by Sir. It felt great having something inside. She needed him inside of her, this was like having that in a way since it came from him. She shot him a text "Thank you, Sir for the note and the gift. It doesn't seem to work though, but I have inserted it anyways. And I am heading downtown to go sight seeing now. Wish you were here, Sir! See you Sunday for coffee. 5pm ok?"

He read her text and sent a reply "Ah I think it works when you walk if I read the description correctly when I placed the order. I am glad you chose to try it out anyways even if it doesn't work. Imagine it being two of my fingers inside of you and enjoy the feeling. Cum as often as you can for me while you feel it inside of you while you are enjoying your weekend. I want all the juicy details when I see you on Sunday at the coffee shop. 5pm is perfect!"

He gave it a few seconds and then he hit the button to power up the remote. And watches her walk outside of the B&B towards the sidewalk. As she hits the sidewalk, he turns the toy on the lowest setting. She stops and looks around; he backs off the power. She starts walking again as he hits it again. He leaves it on the lowest setting as he drives slowly behind her, walking her wiggle and shift her hips. He knows she's got to be getting close to the first orgasm by the time she makes it to the riverfront. As he parks his car, he takes it up a notch and watches her cum while trying to walk. Her skin is turning red and she's having a hard time maintaining her composure. He couldn't help but chuckle as he watched her walk into a little café. He turned the level back down to the lowest again, wanting to give her time to order her lunch before he pulled the next orgasm from her body. Unfortunately, he won't be able to watch her give into those orgasms while she is inside the café. As much as he'd love to watch them all, he wants to toy with her body and mind for quite awhile before making his presence known.

After 45 minutes or so she exits the café, she is way flushed and wobbly on her feet. She can't walk around like this; she's already had multiple orgasms and knows that if she has many more she's likely to faint. So instead of having drinks, she heads back to the B&B for a break from her new toy and rest before dinner.

He can't stop himself, just as she gets on the steps of the B&B, he shoots it up on medium high and watches her tremble from a very intense orgasm. Deciding to wait until she's had time to get up to her room and come down from her afternoon of panty soakings, he took off to grab a bite to eat. He went back to the same café she ate in, ordered a cup of coffee and small salad.

She'll need to rest for sure. And he's decided to get a room alone tonight, but he'll have another delivery come in the morning. This one she'll enjoy immensely, because the delivery will be him. He sends a quick text after he checks into his room.

"Just wanted to say good night. Hope your afternoon was a pleasant one."

Reading the text from him makes her wonder if he had anything to do with the operations of that toy. She's heard of ones that work via a cell phone and can't help thinking this one may be one of them. But how would he know when to turn it up and down? Nah, he couldn't have known when to change settings. It must work some other way.

"My afternoon was a pleasant one indeed. With my toy activated by walking as you said, I had many orgasms on my outing today. Thank you, Sir for such a thoughtful and fun gift. Good night, Sir!"

He chuckles as he lays down and falls asleep with visions of her dancing in his head. She showers and crawls in bed naked. What will morning bring? Only he can answer that question...