What Do You Really Want?

I have given great thought to the punishment I deserve. I am a firm believer that punishment should have a purpose and therefore it should relate to the mistake made. First I really had to think about my transgression and why it was wrong in so many ways, then I could think of ways to make amends for my behavior.

I feel my first mistake was to presume to determine when and how we should meet. I also intruded upon your real life world and risked causing a problem for you. I put my own self at risk because I took off without telling anyone where I was going and went into the woods alone where anything could have happened. Even though it was your decision to go ahead and make this encounter a truly fabulous adventure, I did cause you to be gone for a very long time, and this could have again placed you at risk for discovery.

I sit at my desk and try to come up with something, but it is Friday, and I just can't wait for the day to be over. After lunch work practically stops and everyone is becoming relaxed and ready for the long weekend. My daughter is scheduled to go home from school with her friend because they are going away for the weekend with her family. Of course that means I have to stay until 4. So difficult on Friday! Finally it's 3:45 and I can't take it anymore. “GO home” I announce and the rush is on. It takes no time for me to join in and get moving, even though I really have no reason to rush.

I drive home singing loud to a favorite cd. As I pull in the driveway, I see there is a strange car. Who would be here? My step-daughter? She doesn't have a key. Maybe he told her where the spare was. Not what I was in the mood for on a Friday afternoon. I try the doorknob and it is locked, so I use my key. I walk in saying “Hellloooo?” As my eyes adjust to the dimness of the living room I see you sitting on the couch sipping a drink, looking completely at home. With that quiet voice you say “Hello, Lauri”. I gasp. You can't be here. This is my home. Anyone could stop by, how would I explain you? “Please, you have to go!” I say urgently. “No,” you reply simply. I become a bit frantic, I hear my dogs going insane wanting to be let out. I use that excuse to leave the room and let them outside. Before returning I try to calm myself, thinking, the only way to get this over is to cooperate, then beg if necessary.

“What do you want Paul?” I use your real name because I want you to know this is no longer a game to me.

“You said anything. Actually you repeated that several times. I'm just here to collect.” I think to myself, damn, my big mouth getting me in trouble again. My phone rings, I know who it is, I don't have to look. You look at me questioningly but say nothing. It stops and a few seconds later it beeps to indicate a message. “Who was that, Lauri?” Your voice is all command and I can tell you will not put up with games today.

“My husband”, I answer. “He always calls this time of day to say when he will be home.”

“Listen to the message so you know how much time we have. You will then call him back and tell him that your sister has called and wants you to come up for a few days. Just you. Girl time together.”

“But..” I start to say.

“Do as I say,” your voice scares me just a bit and I can feel the wetness beginning to form between my legs. I make the call without hesitation. I am ashamed by how quickly I am manipulated and by how much it is turning me on. As I hang up, I know he doesn't believe me, but he won't question me.

“Now let's go look through your things and see if you have anything suitable for a trip.” I walk with you to the bedroom. My bedroom that I share with my husband. It feels so wrong to have you here. You begin to look through the closet, taking out a few things, but mostly tsk-tsking. My style is beach casual comfortable or very dressy. It seems you only take some of the classier clothes, sheer blouses, suits, a dress or two. You begin pulling out drawers, I am bright red as you find my husbands clothes first. It is bad enough you are invading my world, but you should not touch his. “Shoes?” you ask, and I point to a hall closet. You pick out several styles and tell me to put them in the bag. “And your hidden toys? Show me Lauri.” I feel so exposed to share this with anyone. It is a nice little collection and in the bag it goes.

Just then my phone rings again, I glance and it is my daughter, I must answer it. “Hey mom, I forgot something, are you home?” “Yes” “We're going to stop by in a few minutes can you get my charger and bring it out” “Sure, honey.” As I slam the phone closed I say “You have to leave!”

“Oh I do, do I?” you say with a smirk. “Please, my daughter will be here any minute, and her friend's family. The mom is one of my best friends, I'll never be able to explain this.” Tears begin to form in my eyes and I beg “Please”. You let me twist for a few more seconds which feels like hours to me. “I will go.” You say, “But after I do, you will pack whatever you will need for two days and meet me at the airport.” “Yes, yes, anything,” I say while pushing you through the door. You stop on the porch and reach in lifting my skirt and grabbing my pussy. I look around, my neighbors are close and I am panicked. Catching my eye you say “Do not disappoint me, I'd hate to have to come back here to get you. Who knows when that might be” Then you turn and walk away.

I turn around and try to get my head together. OMG I can't believe this. I feel so violated. Then I realize I am supposed to. You have invaded my world as I invaded yours. You have taken away any choice in meeting with you. You have taken a chance at having me get caught or having to explain something there is no explanation for (what would be a good reason for letting a strange man lift your dress and touch you so intimately where anyone could see?) And soon I will go to meet you, not knowing what is to become of me, but knowing I must place my trust completely in you.