Authors Note:
"A Weekend With Renata-Saturday"
is the 2nd part of the trilogy sequel to my story
"Renata Gets A Ride"
.
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 because of it's length I the "Saturday" as 2 parts. I've split the "Saturday" story into "Saturday Morning" and "Saturday Nite" 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 it you should do so now, just to help maintain continuity while reading the Weekend Trilogy. And if you're reading this third story of the "Weekend trilogy" then I assume you've read the first couple.
~~Thanks, Lestat2k02
Saturday Afternoon
Rolling through the main room of the cottage I was trying to decide between transferring to the recliner or the sofa, so far the entire weekend had been spent in the recliner so I chose the sofa. I picked one of the ends to sit at and settled in and waited for Renata to emerge from the bedroom. Renata and I hadn't napped that long before she suggested that I get cleaned up and wait for her in the other room. So here I was, waiting for lovely young Renata to appear and wondering what she had in mind for us. Her school uniform and the little girl in the Barbie Princess nightie had both been really sexy and quite enjoyable. It didn't make any difference I could have wondered for days and never thought of what I was about to see, I suppose that just knowing Renata was going to appear was the important thing, that might be wearing just about anything or totally nothing or anything in between was just a bonus.
Knowing that Renata might be wearing anything still didn't prepare me for what happened next. I heard the door to the bedroom open then I heard the skipping steps of my lovely young companion's shoes hitting the floor. I turned to look and see what I was in for and knew immediately that I was right earlier when I thought that I wouldn't be prepared for what I saw. Green socks almost up to the knee, a green skirt, a green vest, a white shirt, shiny black shoes from her school uniform, flopping pigtails and a green beret. In my mind I could hear myself screaming, 'a Girl Scout uniform, holy freak'in cow, a Girl Scout uniform...' Renata certainly knew how to put together a fantasy weekend and I was glad to be only half way through my weekend of fantasies. Renata was 18 and a half, but she had so far spent the weekend trying to look younger, actually dangerously younger and this was the best yet. This was better than her school uniform and maybe even better than the Barbie Princess nightie, god almighty I thought to myself, a Girl Scout. Renata was a small girl, that's for sure, but where did she get things like a Girl Scout uniform, but then he remembered that there was a girl in his youngest daughters class that had been 5' 7" when she 10 years old so at five foot zero Renata probably just had to look around to find a uniform that would fit her. Without a doubt Renata had surpassed all her previous efforts at looking young with this outfit, dressed like a Girl Scout she looked seductively childlike, this was going to be a fun game, that's for freak'in sure.
Renata skipped over to the end of the sofa where I was seated. She leaned on and over the arm at the end of the sofa, her sunshine smiling face was just inches from me.
"Hi Mr. Mason, would you like to buy some Girl Scout cookies." Renata had a huge smile on her face and I could tell that she was really pleased with herself and with the effect her outfit was having on me.
"Ange says you really like the thin mints." Renata turned and sat on the arm of the sofa, she was looking down at me grinning and waiting for my answer.
"Well Mr. Mason, is that your favorite flavor of Girl Scout", there was a notable pause before she continued, "cookie?"
Renata spun around, she was still sitting up on the arm of the sofa, but she stretched her legs out past me so her feet were on the cushion next to me. "Well Mr. Mason would you like my cookies? To buy my cookies I mean." she said, her voice taking on just a hint of seductiveness and her face still sporting her brilliant smile.
I laid my hand on Renata's leg, way down by her ankle and started massaging her through the fabric of her green Girl Scout knee socks.
"Mr. Mason, our scout leader says we should never let grown ups touch us. So you should move your hand" Renata said.
"Really", I said while I continued to massage her ankle with my hand, "I'll by cookies if you let me touch you".
"It's wrong for grown ups to touch young girls Mr. Mason, you know that. It's naughty, you're being naughty and your trying to get me to be naughty; good girls, especially Girl Scouts aren't naughty"
"Well what if I don't buy any cookies unless you let me touch you?" As she and I were talking I noticed that Renata's troop number or group number or whatever was "69". Boy she sure had a knack for details, how long had she been planning this weekend I thought to myself.
"Well Mr. Mason, that wouldn't be very nice, actually your being really naughty you know that", there was a pause before she continued, "but, if you promise to buy my cookies then you can touch me just like you are, but no place else." The longer Renata talked the more coy her voice became and she finished with, "Just where your hand is now, okay. No further up than that Mr. Mason"
"Oh, so I couldn't so this", I said as I wrapped my hand around the back of Renata's leg and massaged her calf almost up to the top of her pretty green Girl Scout knee sock.
"MR. MASON!!!, now stop that, you stop being naughty, grown ups shouldn't touch good little Girl Scouts like that. You shouldn't be touching me at all Mr. Mason, so just stop it, stop being so naughty." Renata's voice was filled with mock seriousness.
"I'll buy more cookies", I said as I moved my hand to the front of Renata's leg and started moving it in small circles on her bare knee.
"Just because I let you touch my knee Mr. Mason? You would buy my cookies just for that Mr. Mason", Renata's voice was dripping with mock innocence and shyness.
"Well maybe some other places too Renata. I mean I like to touch your knee Renata, I really do, your skin is so nice and soft, but you have other things that are a lot more fun to touch", I said as I let my hand wander higher up Renata's leg. I was enjoying the feeling of my hand touching the soft smooth skin of her leg when Renata's hands clamped down on to the hem of her skirt and held it tight against her legs so my hand couldn't slip under it.
Holding her legs tight together also Renata said, "Not up there Mr. Mason". She was still trying to sound innocent, but more and more Renata's voice took on a teasing quality. "Our scout leader said especially not between the legs Mr. Mason. She said never, ever let a grown up touch you between the legs. Yup that's what she said Mr. Mason, so you just keep your naughty hands away from there."
"But that's where I want to touch you the most Renata", I said, "I've never touched a little Girl Scout between her legs and I really want to". Renata was playing the Girl Scout different than her other games. She wasn't trying to be as in control with this character as she had been all the other times. She was letting me set the course of events, but she was playing hard to get, the innocent reluctant little Girl Scout, not the confident seductress she usually portrayed.
"I don't know Mr. Mason", Renata said, her shy act running hot and heavy now. "I get all funny when I get touched there".
I lifted my hand from the top of Renata's leg and moved it to the front of her dazzling white shirt and ran my hand lightly over her chest. "Wait a minute", I said as my fingers grazed over the front of Renata's shirt and realized that my cute little Girl Scout was braless. "How do you know that Renata, how do you know you get all funny down there? Who's been touching you between your legs Renata?" I asked as my fingers grazed over Renata's unprotected and stiffening nipples.
The sensation of having her nipples touched, even through her clothes caused Renata to whimper a little as she said, "That's naughty too Mr. Mason, my scout leader says I'm not supposed to let grown ups touch my chest either, that makes me feel funny between my legs too, but not as funny as when I actually get touched between my legs."
Renata hadn't answered my question about who had touched her between her legs, but she involuntarily admitted again that she had been touched there. I gently pressed one of Renata's nipples between my fingers and her clothes as I said, "And touching your chest makes you feel funny between your legs?"
"Mmmm..." Renata moaned demurely, "Not as funny I said, but still funny and that's why it's naughty. Grown ups aren't supposed to make good little Girl Scouts feel naughty Mr. Mason. And you're naughty to make me feel naughty".
"Are you feeling naughty now Renata?" I asked as I continued to play with her nipple through her shirt.
Renata's eyes were closed as she quietly said, "Mmmm... uh huh Mr. Mason I feel naughty." Renata seemed to suddenly realize that she was letting herself go and said in a louder and clearer tone, "Stop it Mr. Mason, you're making me be naughty."
I pressed harder with the palm of my hand all over her chest and felt Renata's small but firm breast roll under my touch and her nipple harden even more and poke against my palm. Then I pressed harder verbally by saying, "I think you like being naughty Renata and that you like it when I touch you".