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.
"OH MY GOD!!! The pool table" Renata exclaimed in a rather loud but still sparkling voice. "One of his favorite things to do when we were alone at his house would be to pull my pants down and bend me over the edge of the pool table. I'd hear his zipper and his pants going down, next thing I know I feel him poking around with it between my legs until he found where it went, then a couple of shoves and I was having the pleasure of getting nailed from behind. Six grunts and pumps, eight of them tops and he was done, he'd pull it out of me and I'd be left with cum running down my leg."
She was talking really fast now and with hardly a break for air continued with, "Twice while we were going out we made love naked. Only twice, every other time it was some version of a quickie. Twice we did it in his bed and he let me be on top, I got to set the pace, it didn't make any difference though, he still shot off pretty quick, but at least I got to keep riding him. I played with my own clit to make myself cum while I was on him. That's the only orgasms I ever had with him. I mean I could have gotten the same thing from a dildo, but at least he was there for them. He's not a bad guy, he just didn't get it."
With only a quick breath she continued, "At the prom he rented a room with a few other guys and when it was our turn we left the ballroom and went up to the hotel room. I sat on the end of the bed and before I knew it his pants were down and he had grabbed my ankles and was pushing me back onto the bed, he folded me in half, then he spread my ankles a mile wide and pinned them on the bed. He was considerate enough to say that I looked so hot he couldn't wait for us to do it". Winking at me Renata said, "By the way you were right, I didn't have any panties on", she paused to flash me one of her gorgeous smiles before continuing, "he was in me and done with me before I knew he even started" she said with a laugh.
I was quickly back again to not saying much, she dumped her boyfriend cause I had felt her up and eaten her out in a hotel room one afternoon. Even though according to her all she was getting from him was some quick dick, she had to realize that she wasn't going to be getting any dick from me. It didn't matter to me what else I had ever done with a woman, back when it still working, in the end I wanted to fuck, stopping at any point before that was torture. Don't get me wrong, I'd play for as long as she wanted to, but the finale was always doing it. For that reason I was having a hard time understanding why Renata would settle for cumming on my hand and giving up getting the high hard one. Oh well I though to myself, she wouldn't have any trouble getting some over in her new school in France. But sheeesh what was I thinking, what did I care why she wanted to spend the weekend with me as long as she did, and she was. Talk about being a moron, shut up (I said mentally to myself) and just enjoy yourself"
There was still no sign of sunrise and there wasn't a clock in sight so we decided to try to go back to sleep for a while. All the dirty talking must have made Renata a little horny because after she had curled back up in my arms she said in her little girl voice, "Tell me a bedtime story Mr. Mason, tell me a bedtime story to help me go back to sleep. Tell me about the limo again only tell it like a bedtime story Mr. Mason". All the dirty talk had made me mentally horny so the idea of telling my pretty young companion a dirty bedtime story was more than appealing. Before starting the story it crossed my mind that my fantasy of taking Renata in the back seat of the limo was frightening close to being just another quickie like she got from her boyfriend. I guess the fact that Renata had an orgasm while I was telling the story made up for the fact that I had fantasized about quickie with her. Oh well what does it matter here's the story.
Once upon a time there was a beautiful young lady who got a ride from an old guy. She was dressed like a little whore and the old guy couldn't keep his hands off her. The old guy was groping the beautiful young ladies body as he kissed her, copping feel after feel as they tried to suck each others tongues out of their mouths.
Renata's hand had moved down to between her legs.
The beautiful young lady was driving the old guy crazy. He wanted to fuck her brains out and that was okay because the beautiful young lady who was dressed like a whore wanted to be fucked.
