Authors Note:
"A Weekend With Renata-Saturday"
is the 2nd part of the trilogy sequel to my story
"Renata Gets A Ride"
.
The number of people that read,
"Renata Gets A Ride"
has really floored me and the voting on it has made it my highest scoring story to date. I had intended for
"Renata Gets A Ride"
to be a stand alone story, but because of the number of readers it accumulated I've decided to do sequels because "hey I never know when to leave a good thing alone..." [chuckle] [chuckle]
"A Weekend With Renata"
will be a trilogy of stories, "Friday", "Saturday" and "Sunday". Only now it appears that "Saturday" will be broken into 2 parts because of how long it was getting. I've split the "Saturday" story into "Saturday Morning" and "Saturday Afternoon" to keep the length of them short enough to read quickly.
I won't be spending much if any time referring back to the first Renata story, so if you haven't read
"Renata Gets A Ride"
you might want to do so now, just to help maintain continuity while reading the Weekend Trilogy. And if your reading this second story of the "Weekend trilogy" then I assume you've read the first.
~~Thanks, Lestat2k02
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Saturday Morning
A Middle of the Night Bedtime Story
My eyes opened, but very little changed it was very dark, the embers glowing in the fireplace provided very little light in the unfamiliar room where I was spending the night. As the clouds of sleep cleared my head I recognized an unfamiliar weight on my body. Renata and I had fallen asleep last night in the big recliner in front of the fireplace. Renata was my daughter's best friend and she was reclined on top of me, sleeping soundly and the soft warmth of her young body against mine was the most pleasant thing I had awoken to in a long time. The thin pink Barbie Princess nightgown she was wearing left nothing to the imagination, the girl in my arms might well have been naked considering how thin the fabric of her garment was. Renata's head rested on my bare chest that she had exposed by opening my robe, I could feel her breath tickling my skin every time my pretty young companion exhaled. Not wanting anything to change I remained as still as possible so as not to disturb my sleeping beauty.
I thought about the games we had played the previous night. There wasn't a doubt in my mind that Renata was the sexiest woman I had ever known. Sexier than I ever thought a woman could be. Huh, woman I thought to myself. Certainly Renata's little girl act was the sexiest thing about her. She uses her petite underdeveloped body to fuel the illusion of youth. She entices me with this illusion of youth; well to be honest it should really be described as forbidden youth. Renata's pigtails and school uniform had forced her to produce ID proving she was over 18 at check in last night before the owner of the Inn would give them their cottage. If I were to be honest with myself I would have to admit that in her school uniform with her hair in pigtails and five foot nothing of height Renata looks young, too young, criminally young. Continuing to be honest though I have to say that Renata's illusion of youth is a huge turn on, and as I said, she is the sexiest person I've ever known.
Then there was the Barbie Princess nightgown. Jeeeez... The schoolgirl act had successfully projected Renata's illusion of youth, but that was nothing compared to the Barbie Princess nightie. Like I said, my daughter had one of these when she was 10, Renata couldn't pass herself off as a 10 year old, but she blew away the schoolgirl "illusion of youth" with a just plain old lecherous little girl fantasy. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness, which wasn't that dark because the clouds had cleared away from the full moon, which was now reflecting off the drifts of snow to shine brightly through the shear curtains of the cottage. I could clearly see the little girl dressed in pink curled up in my arms. My one arm was innocently around her shoulders, but the other was resting lasciviously on a firm round cheek of Renata's pretty young ass. Having held Renata's tight fanny in my bare hand before I knew how thin the material of her Barbie nightgown was because this feeling through the stretched pink fabric was almost indistinguishable from the feeling of bare skin in my hand.
I have to say that having this alluring young woman in my arms (and her ass in my hand) was more pleasant then you could possibly imagine, certainly more pleasant than I can describe, especially after two years of doing without. That afternoon in October, in the hotel room with Renata had been the first sexual contact I had had with a woman in over two years, not counting self-gratification. It was the most incredible sexual experience of my life, but it will end up being only a sneak preview of what this weekend will be. While I was thinking about all these things my hand involuntarily gave the cheek of Renata's fanny a gentle squeeze. I probably wouldn't even have known I did it except for the break in the unchanging rhythm of her breathing.
The abrupt change in Renata's breathing brought me back from my mental wanderings and I found myself staring at my hand, the one that held the cheek of my beautiful companion's fanny. Renata was no longer curled up on top of me, while she slept she had stretched out full length on top of me and the ass cheek I had in my hand was near the end of my reach. I pulled my hand up bringing the hem of the Barbie Princess nightie with it until I had exposed Renata's magnificent young ass. I just gazed at Renata's ass in the moonlight for minutes on end, not believing how lucky I was to have such a glorious thing in my reach. I put my hand back on her cheek. Renata's skin was soft, but her fanny was firm and this time the gentle compressions of my fingers were purposeful. Renata's breath skipped, but then regained its cadence again as her unconscious mind, registered the touch of something on her bare behind. I increased the pressure of my fingers until Renata's head jerked up with a start, her eyes were open but she was still sleeping and she was struggling to speak.
Huh... Er... What... Oh, Mr. Mason... What... Uh... Her head was clearing and she noticed the grip my fingers had on her rear end and she said in a sleep husky voice, "I was sleeping Mr. Mason, do you have to be naughty even when I'm sleeping?" In spite of what she said she repositioned herself so her ass was an easier reach for me than it had been. With her thinking more lucid and her voice more sparkling than sleepy she said "you like grabbing me there don't you Mr. Mason... You like playing with your little Barbie girl..." however instead of pressing her point she continued with "That's okay Mr. Mason, I like being grabbed there. Your little Barbie girl likes you to play with her any way you want." Her head bent down giving me a quick kiss on the chest and she rolled over the side of the recliner and onto the floor. I watched as she stirred the red-hot coals in the fireplace and put a new stack of wood on top of them. When she climbed back into the recliner and onto my lap she said "not as warm in here since the fire died down, huh Mr. Mason". Rather than lying back down she kind of positioned herself across me, leaning on one side of the recliner and letting her feet hang over the other side.
I looked at the cute young girl in my lap for a few moments and then spoke. This was the first time that I actually instigated a conversation instead of just replying. I'm not at all sure where the thought came from, but I asked her why, with a boyfriend and all she was spending time with me. The answer was a lot longer than the question. To start with Renata told me that she had dumped her boyfriend the Monday after she got home from visiting my daughter Ange, which would also be the Monday after our Friday afternoon adventure. When I asked why I got a rambling recount of the sexual frustration that her relationship with her boyfriend had been. According to Renata his idea of satisfying a woman was shooting a good load of cum into them, the idea that the girl would like to cum also never entered his mind.