This is my first attempt at a longer story, one that seems to be coming out in instalments.
In this one, Mr. Illanovitch's work with Annie continues, now inside the cabin. It also includes some backstory to the first in this series, Annie's Training Begins.
Both stories involve a college-aged woman and an older man, include light bondage, are set in a rural area, and depict a developing erotic relationship.
All characters depicted are consenting adults.
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Annie slowly came to her senses as Mr. Illanovitch held her. She felt light-headed still, her heart pounding and her breathing just starting to slow. She couldn't believe he'd provoked such feelings in her and brought her to such a peak, like nothing she'd ever experienced before. How could she have submitted herself to him so completely, so willingly and with such abandon? How was that possible?
She'd only just started college. She had imagined that if she sex at all, it would be more like what she'd had in high school: fumbling awkwardness and tentative uncertainty; then a rushed fucking that put a stupid grin on the boy's face but only left her feeling unsatisfied and sore. And while she had been happy to help satisfy two different boyfriends this way a few times, she had thought at college she would find someone who was two or three years older, someone with more experience, someone who could also satisfy her. She had hoped for something more romantic, maybe something that lasted for a year or two, something that actually involved love. Maybe not permanent, the guy probably wouldn't be the one, but it would involve something deeper than she'd encountered so far. She would learn about herself and her sexuality and if her desires would fit with another's likes and needs. It would be a real relationship, sexually and in other ways too. Having an experience like that was part of being in college.
But what happened just now wasn't like anything she'd anticipated.
As these thoughts passed through her mind, she felt Mr. Illanovitch slowly ease himself away. She wanted to hold on to him. But she couldn't. She suddenly felt cold and uncomfortable. The rope binding her to the porch was starting to hurt her arms. A gust lifted the hem of her sundress and reminded her of what he'd done with her panties.
She squirmed a little. "Ummmm ...?" she tentatively said, glancing up at him.
She saw him understand her discomfort immediately. He moved behind her, and with the same expert ease he bound her, he now set her free. Annie watched him retrieve her tights and wet panties from the ground.
"Come inside," he said, taking her hand and helping her up the porch stairs of the cabin. "I'll light a fire."
He settled her into the big rocking chair and brought a blanket. Annie pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around them, cocooning under the warm cover. He turned to the old black wood stove and soon had a fire crackling in the firebox. She watched him fill the kettle with water from a jug on the counter, and set it back on the cast iron top of the stove. He pulled a couple of mugs down from a shelf and opened a tin container that was on the counter.
He looked at her with a smile. "Some tea?" he asked. "Earl Grey, OK?"
Annie nodded. "My favorite." While he made the tea, her mind replayed how she had ended up here with him.
A week ago, her two roommates, Pen and Norah, had convinced her to get away with them for the Easter break. Being poor starving students, they planned a cheap and simple trip to the rural area where Billy and his best friend, Tom, had grown up together and where both of their families still lived. She felt like a fifth wheel for much of the time so far. Billy obviously had the hots for Pen, Norah and Tom were already an item. Their in-jokes and teasing left her feeling kind of alone, like she was looking in from the outside.
Billy's parents hosted a party while they were there. They and Tom's parents were both really nice and welcoming. And Annie was happy to meet and chat with some of the other guests. Everyone was having a good time and a little loose from the drinks they were enjoying. The party atmosphere was encouraged by the beautiful modern open concept house.
When she first saw Mr. Illanovitch, she had found him attractive but not drop-your-panties gorgeous. He didn't notice her at first. She had tagged along when her four friends went into the study. Mr. Illanovitch was tending the bar there. Billy introduced him as a long-time friend of his family's. The older man's gentle brown eyes and comfortable poise caught Annie's interest. He was trim and fit, almost athletic. She wondered if he was a runner. When they were introduced and his eyes met hers she looked away immediately. But she felt something. What was it that made her curious and put a surprising little flutter of butterflies in her tummy? When the others announced they were going to go for a swim in the pool, she decided to stay in the library.
She'd ended up spending the rest of the party with him. Soon she was helping as if she was an apprentice mixologist. He had an astounding memory for making a wide variety of drinks that used many of the unfamiliar bottles on the shelves behind the bar. It was all new to her. Annie's folks were not party people and hardly drank any alcohol.
Mr. Illanovitch was a good teacher, clear with his directions, and never annoyed when she was slow or uncertain. He treated her like she was a real help, even though she probably got in his way sometimes. She found it easy to follow his lead, to take his instruction and to try her best to do what he asked. She'd liked being beside him, aware of his body's movements, learning when to stay out his way or when it was OK to move closer, to reach across his arm for a lemon slice while he stirred a new concoction.
The evening passed quickly. Between serving drink requests, she learned a little more about him and he of her. She was flattered by his attention and although he was much older - he could easily have been her father - he treated her like an equal. And it was like he was really interested in her and he did really want to hear the answers she gave to his questions. His gentle probing encouraged her to open up. She had found herself becoming more and more talkative and at ease with him.
Annie learned that Mark, Mr. Illanovitch's first name, had recently retired from a career as an investment broker. He had known the party's hosts, Billy's parents, since their college days. Annie had described the boyfriend and girlfriend connections among Billy and Pen, Tom and Norah, and her own relationship status, unattached. He had told her a bit about his past. It turned out that he and Billy's mom, Sandra, were hot and heavy for a couple of years back in their own college days. But Graham, Billy's dad, who had been Mr. Illanovitch's best friend from high school, wooed Sandra away when Mark was gone for a semester abroad in Ireland. Mr. Illanovitch had just shrugged when Annie asked how it was that they all could still be close after his own best friend had stolen his girlfriend away. "It happens," was all he had said with a laugh. "And time heals many things."
When he asked about her background, she told him that she'd come from Montana to go to college. She had grown up on her family's ranch there. She had two older brothers who both worked with their father running the place. They had over 10,000 acres and about 1,000 head of cattle. She had grown up outdoors, always running after her brothers and needing them to rescue her when she couldn't do everything they did. She wasn't a tomboy though and, being their little sister and the only girl in the family, they doted on her and tried their best to keep her out of trouble. Her mother had passed away from cancer when she was quite young. Her father was stern and not especially affectionate. When he gave an order, you had to jump to do his bidding. Between her brothers and father, Annie had grown up eager to do whatever pleased them and to try anything they were willing to let her do.
He had asked about what she was studying and Annie told him that horses were her passion. She was seriously thinking of going into veterinary medicine, if she could just get through organic chemistry. She loved to ride and was comfortable both with western saddles and working the cattle as well as with formal English riding, dressage, and jumping. She had practically learned to ride before she learned to walk. They had a deep conversation about the relative merits of different breeds, stories about relationships they'd had with various horses, and the skills one needed to be able to develop the bond one could have with them.
Mr. Illanovitch had told her that he kept a small stable on his hobby farm. When he described it and talked about the horses he kept, her heart had leapt thinking of the possibility she might be able to spend some time with them. Maybe she unconsciously communicated that she wanted him to ask her to go for a ride.
When the party was over he offered to drive her to Tom's parent's place where she was staying. Her friends had disappeared sometime during the evening and she was secretly pleased. She was happy to have been with Mr. Illanovitch. She felt completely comfortable with him and was happy to accept the ride.
Annie recalled that after they had said their goodbyes to the party hosts, it felt good when Mr. Illanovitch had walked beside her. He had taken her arm when she wobbled at the bottom of the steps. They had both laughed and he had put his hand on Annie's back, guiding her with gentle direction to the line of cars and SUVs parked on the lawn beside the house. She remembered how she had found his warm hand pleasant and how secure she felt as she allowed herself to be guided.
When he had steered her toward a small green boxy convertible, she remembered giggling, "It's so cute!" Mr. Illanovitch had led her to the left side of the car, which, in North American cars, was where the driver sat. "What? You want me to drive?" she had asked.
