Sara tried not to laugh at the way he asked and she found it adorable how an obviously well-grounded man could sound so cute and yet humble. She smiled and felt special at the thought of her being the girl of the host of the party. In some way it made her almost feel elevated to belong to this new group of people who she didn’t know yet.
She looked at Alex as he patiently waited for her response. She sensed he was holding his breath as he waited for her answer.
“Yes, Alex, I think that would be very nice.” Sara responded, as she saw a huge grin of satisfaction mixed with relief appear on his face. He pushed himself off the tree and out of her space. She felt both relieved and saddened that he wasn’t as close.
He motioned for them to head back up the path towards the cabin, reaching out his hand for hers. She placed her hand in his warm and electrifying grip as they walked back up the path.
“So do you live here alone?” Sara asked, hoping she wasn’t being too forward.
“At the moment I do. It is quite nice to have a place all to yourself sometimes. But I will admit, there are days and nights when it gets quite lonely. Most of the time, I work such late hours that I don’t really think much about it because I come home and just shower, eat and fall into bed.”
Sara smiled to herself, glad to know he was living alone and not with a roommate or boarder.
“How about you? Do you live alone?” Alex asked.
She was actually surprised at the question. For some reason it never occurred to her that he may be interested in her living situation. Suddenly she became uncomfortable, because she really didn’t know this guy. What if he was some kind of weirdo. All kinds of awful thoughts passed through her brain in an instant. But she knew how to answer.
“Actually, I live with three others.” She replied. “I have a wonderful German Shepherd who is my guardian, and two little furballs that are my babies.” She figured if he at least knew she had a dog, he may be leery of doing anything weird if that was his intention.
Sara shook her head at herself. Why was she being so paranoid? This guy is fine. There is nothing fishy going on here. She chatted to herself in her mind, reassuring herself that she was being overly self-protective.
“I love animals. All animals. I know that may sound a little crazy considering I work on a cattle ranch, but one of the reasons I love it here is because we treat our animals humanely. Even when we send them to slaughter, we use the most humane ways to do it. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Alex said with conviction.
Wow!
She thought. She was impressed by his attitude and position on the humane treatment of animals. Sara believed that if people treat animals in a humane way, then they are good people deep down.
“Actually,” he continued, “most of the guys that work with me are the same way. Even Bud, the chicken guy, treats his chickens the same way. Makes for the best chicken anywhere.”
Sara smiled as they made their way back up to the rest of the group. As they reached the front of the yard, she asked where the restroom was. Alex led the way into the cabin. Sara was amazed at how big the place was from the inside. It was quite rustic, with a huge stone fireplace. A big comfy couch was across from the fireplace area along with a couple of chairs on each side. As they walked through the house, she could see the kitchen with a bar that divided the kitchen and living area. Down the hall the bathroom was at the back of the hallway. It was spotlessly clean and quite large for a cabin.
“I will go ahead and meet you back outside, Miss Sara.” Alex said as he walked back through the hall and disappeared as he turned the corner to head out front.
Sara closed the door and leaned up against is. She took a deep breath and sighed and started to giggle. Looking around, she did a quick happy dance to let out some of the contained excitement that had been building. Could this actually be happening? She felt like she had to pinch herself because this didn’t feel like it was real. Was she dreaming? Here she was in her middle age and feeling like a teenager. She figured it must never go away…those feelings of butterflies when you are falling for someone. And she was glad to know that she could feel this way again. It felt good to be paid attention to.
After taking care of business, and making sure her face was presentable, she hurried back outside to join the rest of the group. Alex was sitting on the front porch bench, but immediately rose when she stepped outside. How much she adored good manners.
They both walked down to where everyone was gathered around a long wooden table, filling up their plates with delicious home grown food. She made sure to try a little of everything.
“I wish I would have brought something.” She whispered to Alex, feeling a little like a moocher.
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head over something like that. I will always have both of us covered.”
His response was strong and confident, as if he assumed he would be taking care of her. It made her feel special and cared for. That was a feeling she had not felt in a very long time, if ever. In fact, most of the guys in the city wanted to make sure she could pay her own way! What a different world it was out here. She wondered if all the country boys were like this.
She smiled and dug in, devouring everything on her plate. The food was so satisfying and she complimented everyone on how great it was during her conversation with the rest of the gang.
The next several hours were spent socializing and grazing as the sun began to set. The guys all got up and pulled out lighters to light the wood over in the fire pit as the girls cleaned off the table, covering any remaining food with foil. As they stoked the fire, she could feel the coolness in the air. Even though it was spring, the night air still had a slight feeling of winter leftover that needed to be chased away. A bonfire would do the trick.
Everyone moved their chairs over around the fire as each couple got closer together. The conversation flowed, but so did moments of nothing but the night quite and the sound of the crackling fire. It was cool to be able to sit around a fire where everyone didn’t feel like they had to talk all the time. There was no need to fill the air with mindless conversation. She could hear the bullfrogs and the crickets singing their hearts out as the night settled in.
Sara looked around the circle of chairs at each of the couples and then eventually made eye contact with Alex sitting next to her, who happened to be looking right at her.
“I must say, Miss Sara, that the firelight on your face is quite sexy.” Alex said softly, as he leaned over to reach up and brush a strand of hair away from her face. His hand lingered as he stroked her hair, bringing his hand underneath the back of her hair and massaging her neck.
Her heart jumped as his touch electrified her, making her want to jump him right there by the fire. She smiled and blushed and lowered her eyes, feeling the butterflies as Alex began to pull her softly towards him as he leaned his face just inches away from hers, head tilted as if to prepare himself to kiss her.
He stopped himself short and whispered softly to her, “I’m going to kiss you Miss Sara.” He didn’t ask her this time. He just stated his intentions. As he gently ran his fingers through her hair, he pulled her into his kiss, pressing gently but firmly his lips against hers. The hair on her body stood at attention as the power of his soft lips made her weak and short of breath. After a few seconds he pulled away and looked at her face. Then returned with a second kiss that sent lightning bolts through Sara’s body.
As his tongue slowly and softly pushed its way into her mouth, she could feel the emotions welling up inside her as she held her breath. Tasting his mouth on hers, she was transported into space, her eyes closed as she saw the fireworks in her head.
As he pulled away, he leaned back in his chair and took her hand in his. He leaned back his head and closed his eyes with a satisfied grin on his face, as if he was lucky he didn’t get slapped.
Sara sat there stunned. She wasn’t prepared for him to kiss her.
Sara slowly leaned back in her chair and leaned her head back, looking up at the stars through the leaves in the trees. Her body was all tingly and his hand felt warm. She smiled as she kept feeling his lips on hers, and wondered where he had been all her life. There had been so many times in the past where she never really liked the man who kissed her because they didn’t know how she liked to be kissed. For some reason, he knew EXACTLY how to do it, and didn’t have to be taught!
Satisfied, she knew this was going to be the start of something magical. She was falling for Alex already and this was just their first date.
Over the next several months, there were many more barbeques and many more dates. Each one of them becoming more and more intense as they fell head over heels for each other.
In the beginning, Sara made it quite clear that she was not looking for a short term relationship, or a live-in boyfriend. She also made sure he understood that even though they may get frisky while dating, that he could not plan on having intercourse with her. She was saving that for her husband, whoever that may be.
Alex respected her wishes and never tried to push her into intercourse, although there had been times when Sara herself wanted to throw her own values out the window due to wanting Alex to take her and fuck her brains out. But she knew that if she did that now, she may actually lose him because he wouldn’t respect her anymore.
She never once mentioned marriage. In her past relationships, she always made sure that the guy knew up front that she wanted to be married. She figured men would appreciate her honesty and respect her for it. That never turned out to be the case. So this time she did it differently. She allowed him to take the lead. And did he ever.
Taking Chances
Sara kept staring at the ring she had placed on her left hand. She knew she loved Alex and now wanted to learn more about what exactly it was that he wanted, and how their life would be together.
Could she live the rest of her life with a man who liked to spank her? The thought of it made her excited, but the reality of it gave her pause. She spent the next several days doing all the research she could on Domestic Discipline, trying to understand her own feelings about this.
During the week, they spoke a few times on the phone. He had asked her if she had made her decision yet. She told him that she wouldn’t know for sure until she saw him on Friday. She also didn’t mind making him squirm a little while waiting for her decision.
Friday finally arrived and she had to make a choice. Could she do it? Could she stay with him for a month to see if they could love each other in this kind of relationship? Only doing it would give her the answer. And she wanted to know. But being that she had never been spanked before, she wasn’t even sure if she could commit to the month. She decided to change the plan a little.
Sara said that she would meet him up at his cabin at 6 p.m. to give him her decision. Sara sat in her bedroom, looking at herself in the mirror and making sure everything was in place. Her long red hair was in a soft French braid, makeup done just right. She wasn’t dressed fancy, just her perfect butt fitting jeans and a nice top that hides the places that were still lumpy. And of course, her push-up bra. She wasn’t huge breasted like some larger women so she needed as much help as she could get plus being over 40, certain areas started to go south.
Sara hopped into her truck and looked at the ring on her left hand. This was it. This was a life-changing decision she was about to make. She felt confident in her decision.
But as she was slowly driving down towards his place, she really didn’t know if she was ready to do a whole thirty day stint. What if she couldn’t handle it? What if it just made her want to run away? What if he wanted to spank her more than she could handle? She didn’t want to commit to a man unless she was sure. She had not ever really been spanked hard before. What if she loved to fantasize about it, but in the real world it was awful?
As she drove into his cabin driveway, he was sitting on the tailgate of his truck. Normally, he would have jumped up and opened the door for her. This time, he stayed put and allowed her to approach him instead. Sara could tell by his face that the poor boy had been in knots since he left her the letter. As confident as he normally was, even she could tell he was antsy.
She got out of her truck and deliberately held her hands behind her back so he would not be able to see them until she was ready.
She strolled up to him and leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his neck, she planted a wonderful wet kiss on his lips with lots of tongue, letting it linger as she felt his body responding with a bulge in his jeans. He responded with passion as his tongue explored the depths of her mouth. She loved the way he kissed her. She had been with bad kissers before. He knew exactly how she liked to be kissed and her body reacted accordingly. She could feel the heat between them build as the tension was as thick as mud.