(This is a re-post of Quarters and Quarters 2, it's also a test of posting directly from Google Docs)
Quarters - Parts 1&2
It had been a long day at the office. Another major storm front had wrapped the freeways in snow and ice and was extending her 15-minute commute to almost an hour and a half. Though they had been long and difficult, coming home was no relief. Things had been as cold inside as they were outside, and another quiet dinner across a silent table offered her no solace.
Turning off the freeway, she felt her phone ringing in her coat pocket. She reached in and pulled it out and a smile broke across her face for the first time since a particularly tasty hamburger at lunch. In the instant before she answered the phone, she thought that it was quite pathetic that the highlight of her day was 1/4 pound of dead cow. Laughing at the thought, she answered the phone.
"I am so glad it's you." She said
As she listened her smile got bigger, and then vanished. "I would love to, but they already know I'm on the way home."
"Trust me, that has been taken care of. Keep your phone on and follow my instructions."
True to his word, her phone rang again moments later. This time she reacted with a frown.
"No," she said as the smile returned to her lips, "I totally understand, I can get dinner on my own, traffic is a bitch anyway; I might not be home for a while."
She hoped that he wasn't looking out their window as she drove past home, deceptively inviting, covered in snow, and looking like a Michael Kinkaid painting. As she got to the end of her block, she turned left and drove to his house.
His driveway had been freshly shoveled in anticipation of her arrival, and the envelope on top of the stack of firewood held a single key that fit effortlessly into the lock.
The fire in the fireplace had been burning long enough that a perfect bed of coals glowed deep red underneath the dancing flames of the freshly placed cherry wood. The pops and crackles of escaping gases and expanding wood give a percussive soundtrack that matched the beating of her heart.
On the couch, three blankets awaited her, folded neatly as she liked. Next to the couch sat a large bowl of hot clam chowder, a fresh roll, and a small plate of butter. She was supposed to be on a diet, but he knew her too well. He knew that after the long drive, the freezing wind, and the stress of the day, that the rest of the evening would go better if her belly were full and her energy up.
She knew that he would not be available for over an hour, so she ate dinner with gusto and then settled in for a short nap. The alarm on her phone roused her out of her sleep 15 minutes later, and she opened the second envelope as instructed.
Inside was a single piece of paper with two words, and two quarters.
"Dress appropriately" was all it said.
She stood up and stretched slowly as she reached toward the ceiling, shaking off the lingering effects of her nap. She glanced back at the note and jingled the two new coins in the palm of her left hand. She took a moment to fold the blankets as neatly as they were before, but this time she placed them in front of the fireplace so they would stay warm in case they were needed later. She picked up her dinner tray and placed it quietly on the kitchen counter in the next room. It displeased him when she did the dishes, so she left it, knowing that he would clean up after her as he liked to do. She was there for only one reason, she knew that, and he had told her that on previous occasions; she had learned the rules.
Glancing at the clock on the stove, she noticed that he had set the timer again and that she had 15 minutes to prepare herself. As she stared at the red numbers, watching it click down from 15:00 to 14:59, and then 14:58, she realized that she was smiling, knowing that their time together would begin quickly.
She stepped down the hallway and into the room that he had prepared for her on their first meeting. It was at the end of the hallway, an office that had been converted into a dressing room of sorts, a closet for his supplies, and a place for her to keep her clothes and toys. The door had no lock, but his wife had strict instructions to stay out, and she, as an obedient, had followed the instructions. Only he and she knew what was behind the door, it was a gateway for him and especially for her.
She placed the two quarters quietly on top of the dresser and opened the top drawer. Inside was a selection of lingerie sets, each one color-coordinated, though few ever matched exactly. He did not like her to match, he said that it reminded him too much of an old girlfriend and that he liked her to be different. It somehow aroused her to hear him talk about his past conquests. She liked to know that he had been with other women, had tasted other skin, and knew exactly what he wanted from her.
She selected a high-cut turquoise bottom and a deep green bra that matched close enough to look right together, without appearing to be a set. She undressed completely in front of the dresser, enjoying the few moments of simple nudity before she dressed for him. She did not know what brought out the side of her, this willingness to please, the acceptance of instructions. Perhaps it was an antidote to her situation at home where she had to be on top of her game all of the time, where she had to make all of the decisions to move things along, to make anything happen. Sometimes, she thought, it was nice to be told what to do.
As she stood there, uncovered, she could feel her body preparing for him. She felt her nipples harden and her lips swell. Her body sensitized itself in preparation for his touch. He had given her permission to touch herself during these moments, but today she was enjoying the anticipation, and except for a light touch to remind herself of her recent Brazilian, she left herself alone.
She slipped her panties on over her feet and pulled them up over her thighs and around her body, lifting them up over the point of her hips to accentuate the plunging curve that went between her buttocks. She had not liked thongs before she met him, now she wore nothing else. She slipped on the strapless bra and took the two quarters from on top of the dresser and opened the door.
She walked up the stairs, remembering to skip the fifth step as it creaked quite unpleasantly until she was at the top of the landing. She loved this part of the house, the 270° panorama always took her breath away as she gazed out over the valley. Today the snow glistened and the sparkled and blinded her as her eyes adjusted to the light. She heard him stand as the door closed behind her.
"You look beautiful," he said, "I'm glad you could make it."
He stepped across the room until he was directly in front of her, just inches away, and he kissed her gently on the lips. They stood there kissing, inches away from each other, but not touching. She looks down at his bare chest and felt a surge of desire course through her. Wearing only silk shorts, his arousal, "His cock" she thought in her mind, was evident. She wanted him so badly that she could feel the blue panties wrapped around her body dampen the thought of him fucking her.
She was never sure why she wanted to talk so dirty around him, to use the words that she was never allowed to say at home, even when in bed.
Fuck
Cunt
Cum
These are the words that filled her head every time she thought of her lover's body. Here, she was allowed to be free, to make noise, to state her needs and her wants and her desires openly.
Their kisses extended for what seemed like forever, though she knew it was her mind playing tricks on her. "Touch me." She whispered, and he obliged, running his finger from the back of her neck across her breast bone down the center line of her belly until he slipped his finger brazenly inside her panties and inside her swollen lips. In one motion he expressed the tenderness and desire and hunger that she felt.
"Finger me." His hand slips deeper inside her as she felt his fingers penetrate and explore the wetness between her legs. First it was the single finger in the traced the line down her body but now it was joined by two, and she gasped, three. His thumb found her clit and began to aggressively circle her as they stood not inches from the doorway where she entered. The bright sun of a snowy afternoon blaze through the windows, drenching the room in a white light that worked its way through her closed eyelids and into her mind. She could feel her first orgasm coming. She could feel him penetrating her as she stood motionless on the hardwood floor of his room. This was his room, his sanctuary, this is where he took his pleasure, this is where he fucked her.
Without skipping a beat, he whispered in her ear saying, "Hand them to me."
She held out the quarters in the palm of her hand and he took them and balanced them on the points of her shoulders. "They are not to fall, do you understand?"
“Yes, I understand”
His free hand traced its way up the bare skin of the small of her back until he reached the clasp on the bra. With a practiced hand he unclasped it in one motion and the top fell away, exposing the bright pinkness of her nipples and her readiness. She took in a deep breath and felt the quarter on her left shoulder shift at a fraction and held herself still, a well-controlled panic settled over her and she forced her body to quiet itself. Her breathing, now back under control, increased its pace as he felt his hands roam over her bare breasts.
She knew he would not cheat, he would be gentle enough, practiced enough, that it would not be his touch that dislodges the shiny coins, only her lack of control. He continued pleasuring her between her thighs, bringing her body closer and closer to its long sought after orgasm. She thought to herself how much she loved hearing that word, "orgasm." To her it meant a release, relief, acceptance, pure pleasure.
She knew she was at the point of no return, as his three fingers went deep inside her body. His pinky reached between her cheeks and tickled her ass, making her giggle and want to come. His thumb continued to circle her now swollen lips and she slowly moved her feet across the hardwood floor, ever wider, to allow him free access to her flesh.
When his tongue, full, wet, and beautifully rough, touched her left nipple, she came. She felt her body pump fluid into her lips and into her stuffed cunt. She felt her stomach muscles ripple and jump and twitch and she felt her thighs spasm as they fought against every instinct to move. She felt her toes curl and seek purchase on the smooth, hard floor, sliding together, trapping his hand, holding her still.
When her climax hit, his fingers stopped moving, and held their place. He held her open, he held her clit, he stopped to allow her to continue. He felt the muscles of her vagina squeeze and hold and release and hold and squeeze again as the waves of pleasure coursed through her body. He held perfectly still and enjoy each wave.
Covered in sweat and breathing deeply she sent out feelers through the skin of her upper back to find the quarters that she hoped would still be there. When she felt the cold metal on her bare skin she opened her eyes and smiled. She smiled at this man who taught her restraint without ropes, bondage without cuffs, discipline without a whip. He returned her smile, open and happy, a smile that seemed to gain energy from the sun that spilled through the windows. His hands cradled her face gently and he brought her to him and kissed her deeply.
As they embraced, two quarters fell.
