Proclivities Part 10: There's More to the Man
Author's note: My thanks to those that have stuck with this series and my apologies for the delay in adding the next part. I wasn't sure if the next adventure was appropriate, but it kept drawing me there. I hope you like it, but for those looking for a quick one, I can only say, this probably isn't for you. For the rest, be patient and tell me what you think. Part 11 should follow shortly. It's already rattling around the attic.
I wasn't surprised that it was nearly ten when I woke up Saturday morning. Yawning, I stretched my arms and legs. No doubt about it, the previous night had been strenuous, reminiscent of waking up in this same bed just a week ago. However, the panic I'd felt that morning had been replaced by contented joy. Sure, last night's bondage session was a new departure for me, but, upon reflection, it was a destination. Any evidence of it had been cleared away, as I remembered tiptoeing through the minefield of cuffs, rope, straps, collar and leash that littered the floor before stumbling back to bed last night. George had also put my blouse and jacket on a hanger, leaving them on a hook on the closet door, my heels resting atop my skirt on the floor beneath them.
He'd already risen. No surprise there, but I noticed he'd left a note on the nightstand advising he was out at his dock and to give him a holler once I was awake. Right, today would be my sailing lesson and maiden voyage. 'At least something was still maiden' proved an amusing thought.
After last night's intense activities, rising to me knees to peer out the window proved a challenge. Nonetheless, it was a glorious day, as I spied the sun glinting on the wind stirred river. Okay, there's the dock and his boat, but where is he?
Presently, he emerged from the cabin, dressed in a white tee shirt and those fabulously tight black swimming trunks that I admired while we had lounged on the patio last Sunday. Lounged? "Ha!" I smirked, recalling my first photo session. I watched him circuit the deck, pausing occasionally, handling one thing or another. I deduced he was running through a checklist, which I found reassuring, as my anticipation for a day on the water grew.
Alright then, get your ass out of bed. Still naked, I made a quick stop in the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth. My reflection in the vanity mirror revealed I shouldn't have gone to sleep with damp hair, so I brushed it out as best as I could.
I wasn't about to go outside naked in broad daylight, so I grabbed my 'Naughty' robe from the closet and slipped it on. Oh! My nipples were a bit tender, expectable I suppose, but not regrettable either. Hmm, what about the rest of me? I moved my blouse and jacket to the closet to uncover the full-length mirror on the door. Dropping my robe confirmed my nipples were more deeply colored than normal. My pussy showed no ill effects, just smooth, and if I kept touching it, I might not stop. Turning around, nothing different about my ass, at least visibly, but I could still tell that my "therapist" had put it to good use. Nothing painful, just that distinct, lingering feeling. Beyond the physical, however, I felt...what? Fulfilled? Empowered? I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I knew something had changed. George had conjured my deepest yearning, liberating my spirit to embrace my true nature. Who'd have thought that something so physically demanding would be so emotionally uplifting? Smiling at the revelation, I put the robe back on and headed downstairs.
Of course, George had made coffee. I poured a cup from the carafe on the counter, quickly stirred in some sugar and went out to the patio. Some humidity had crept in overnight. It would be a steamy day and being out on the water would be the perfect foil. After a couple of sips, I set the mug on the patio wall and, for a moment, just ogled George coiling some rope.
Cupping my hands around my mouth, I yelled, "Good morning, captain!"
Slightly startled, he looked my way, a broad smile beneath his sunglasses. "Good morning, first mate Huggins!" he shouted back. "I'll be up in a minute."
I didn't reply, just took a quick look around and opened my robe, holding the panels straight out so that only he would see. At least I hoped so. I quickly covered up and tied the sash. George gave an enthusiastic thumbs up, quickly finished with the rope, grabbed his coffee mug from a piling, and jogged towards the house.
Joining me on the patio, he embraced and kissed me deeply, his hands squeezing my ass.
"That was some greeting," he said.
"So was that, but what's the plan for the day?" I asked as I ground my pussy against his thigh.
"As much as I hate to say it, if we're going make it out on the water, we'll have to put our libidos in park, at least for a while."
"If you say so. I just hope 'a while' isn't too long."
"I suppose we can figure something out. The boat could use a proper christening," he replied with an evil grin.
"That's more like it!"
"Okay, I see you already got some coffee, so why don't you relax for a bit and grab an English muffin or something. I'm going to run out for a bit and grab some sandwiches for later. What would you like?"
"Turkey and provolone would be good."
"Lettuce? Tomatoes?"
"Yes, please."
"But no mayo, right?"
"Correct."
"Cool. I should be back in fifteen or twenty minutes," he replied as he released my ass. Putting on a pair of cargo shorts that were laying on one the tables, he added, "Don't want to give the folks at the deli a heart attack."
"More like some lady might jump your bones," I teased. "Bye"
"Bye. Love you."
"Love you too," I replied as he gave me a quick kiss.
Once he'd driven away, I picked up my coffee and went back inside in search of breakfast, having no trouble finding what I needed. As I waited for the toaster, I noticed my purse on the counter. Honestly, I can't remember bringing it in last night. I may have, but I'd been completely enthralled with 'doctor' George.
To kill some time, I decided to check my phone and see if I'd missed anything. I gave a quick snort as my underwear greeted me upon opening my purse. I just tossed it on the counter. Uh-oh, a missed call from my mom earlier this morning. Plus a text message, which raised my concern further. She only sent those unless it was something urgent, usually preferring verbal communication:
"I tried calling you, but I just wanted to say I'm sorry for overreacting. You're an adult now and I should let you live your life as you see fit. Love, mom."
Wow! That was the last thing I expected, but then I read a message from Judy:
"Your mother called me. We need to talk ASAP."
Oh shit. No mystery to my mom's message now.
The muffins popped out of the toaster, giving me a temporary reprieve, and I took my time applying butter and jam. Setting their plate on the counter, I remained standing, took a bite, and dialed Judy.
"Hey, stranger," Judy said mockingly as she answered.
"And good morning to you, too," I replied and cut to the chase. "I got your text. What's so important?"
"Out of the blue, your mom called me this morning. At first, I thought there was some kind of emergency, but she just wanted to know about you and George. And speaking of him, how's that going?"
"It's wonderful and I'll have to catch you up on things. But that will have to wait for another time. Right now, I need to know about your call with my mom."
"It was awkward to say the least. She kept asking questions and I was trying to be as vague as I could be without lying."
"I'm sorry about that. I had no idea she'd call you and it pisses me off that she'd put you on the spot."
"Thanks, but she is your mom after all."
"It still wasn't right. So, what did she want to know specifically? "I demanded.
"First, she wanted to know if I'd met George and what I thought about him. So I told her I'd only met him once and that he was handsome and a nice guy who really likes you."
"That's not so bad, I guess."
"Yeah, but then it got weird. She wanted to know how much of him you'd been seeing."
"What did you tell her?"
"I just said that as far as I know, you'd been out with him every night."
"You didn't tell her I moved in with him, did you?"
"Hell no!" Judy exclaimed. "I'd never do that. Then she wanted to know how late you'd been out. I told her I didn't know. Between work and my dating Bob, I hadn't seen much of you."
"Thanks for that, but it was awfully nervy of her to ask."
"I hope I didn't say the wrong thing, but I didn't know what to say."
"You did the best you could. You're not the problem. She just wants to know how much I'm fucking George and I suppose I'm to blame for that."
"Really?"
"Yeah, she called me earlier this week while I was driving home from work and told her I was headed to George's to watch a movie. She then made a remark that if I can't be good, be careful. I didn't categorically deny we were having sex. As a matter of fact, I teased her about it. Not a smart move on my part."
"Definitely not," agreed Judy.
"Still, she shouldn't have called you about it. Anyway, I've got to go. I really need to speak to her. She sent me a text saying she was sorry for overreacting, and now I know why. But I promise I'll call you tomorrow so we can catch up."
"Promise?"
