The ringing phone awoke me from my slumber. “Figures.” I thought, as I rolled over and reached for the handset. “The one weekend every couple of months I get to sleep in without the wife and kids messing with me and the phone has to ring!” I groused.
“Hello there Alan.” The voice on the other end purred. “Do you know what day this is?”
“No, what day is it?” I lied. I had just realized that today was the day I was supposed to meet my Mistress for our monthly session. I was hoping she would forgive my mental lapse if I feigned innocence. I was wrong.
“You know very well what day this is Alan,” the purring voice continued “AND YOU ARE LATE!” snapped Mistress Monica. Monica’s voice softened somewhat, “And for that I have planned a very special treat, of course you must be here to receive it.” Monica continued. “So, you will shower, shave, and be here at 9:00 sharp!”
“Yes Mistress.” I replied jumping out of bed and heading for the shower. “Shit! That was only 23 minutes away!” I thought as I was doing the mental calculations to get me to the motel room. “I’ll never make it!” I decided. Almost unconsciously, my cock started to harden.
After showering and shaving I raced for the motel. It was just up the highway and off of a little used county road making it fairly secluded. At one time, probably back in the 1960’s, this motel had been a pretty popular place. But then the interstate had come thru depriving it of most of its business. Now it was mostly used as a country get-away for folks wanting to get out of the city for a while and enjoy a relaxed setting near some trees and a lake. It also suited my purposes exactly. Finding the correct room, I jumped out of my car and headed for the door. I knocked but got no response. Glancing at my watch I saw that I was almost 10 minutes late. I turned the handle and the door swung silently open. Stepping inside I surveyed the contents of the room: a bottle of wine was chilling in a bucket, there was incense bur... Læs hele novellen
