Date: Fri, 26 Aug 2011 11:13:46 +1000
From: siobhants@hotmail.com
Subject: The Builder Part 3

It's our anniversary. Not our wedding anniversary, not even from when we
first met, but when we finally made love for the first time.

As I'm getting ready for Brett to come home from a busy day at work, I hope
he likes how I look, He has particular tastes. He definitely likes his
women feminine, and I have no problem with that at all.

Many women out there may be horrified, but I just love being his girl. It
hasn't always been like that. I mean, I definitely wanted to be a girl, but
I saw myself as the strong successful, emancipated type. Now I'm his girl,
and I do what I can to please him. It is just delicious to be able to sink
into his embrace as he puts his arms around me, and kisses me deeply. All
my troubles go away, as his tongue darts into my mouth and my tongue meets
his. Feeling his slightly scratchy face on mine. Don't get me wrong, it's
not a sub/dom relationship at all. It's just the natural order of things
when you have a masculine man, and a woman who.... well, loves being a
woman loved and desired by a masculine man.

It started a few years ago. In chapter 1, I reminisced about how it
started, in chapter 2, we are about to start our first date.

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I cuddled up next to Brett. This was fantastic. I looked up at him.

"How can you afford this?" I asked "No problem," he said, "plenty of
opportunity in building to do cash in hand jobs... as you well know!"
Whilst smiling at me. He was right, I had been paying cash in hand for his
building work. Always get a good discount.

I raise dmy head a little, and he got the hint, leaning down, he took me in
his arms and kissed me deeply. Thank god I had thought to put on
long-lasting lipstick, especially if this was going to carry on. His arms
went around me again, and my right arm was around his waist with my left
caressing his chest. His right hand started to wander a little, first of
all over my leg. I knew what he was checking for... and I was right when he
stopped, briefly, when he found the tell tale bump of a suspender, and then
his hand carrie don up my body and cupped one of my small breasts... I was
really wishing these were bigger. That i had full sized breasts. Still,
better than nothing!

My left hand moved down his chest and stomach towards his groin, and then
his cock. He was hard again. Hmmm, good to know I was still having that
effect on him. I squeezed it. Feeling the thickness, as well as feeling it
get a little harder. He moved my hand away.

"Later, darling," he said. Did he just call me darling?  "But why?" I
pouted "We'll be there soon, and I don't want it to be too uncomfortable
getting out of the car...."  "Why would it be uncomfortable?... oh!" I
giggled. "OK, as long as you promise I can have it later" "Easiest promise
I've ever had to make" he said, "Now just relax."

As we drove through the city, we started going through the more up market
parts. I was looking out the window, watching the city go by, just
luxuriating in the feel of cuddling Brett, with his arms around me.

One area we went through was where all the expensive shops were. I LOVE
shopping. I mean L-O-V-E shopping! Hmm, maybe we were stopping here? Check
in to the hotel, picnic next to the water, a bit of shopping. Maybe he
could help me pick out some lingerie, back to the hotel. I'd model the
lingerie for him... hmmm.... But, no, the car kept going. Then I realised
where we might be going. My heart skipped. Surely not?

We pulled up at the seaplane terminal. I just looked at him and said,
"Really?"  he just smiled and said, "I've always wanted to do this with
someone, and I couldn't think of anyone better than you."

How does he always know how to say the right thing?

I gave him a passionate kiss, which would've been longer except the
chauffeur opened the door. It's not so easy getting in and out of a car in
a tight dress.. well not elegantly. I managed it. Sit up straight. Knees
and Ankles together. Swing the legs out and, this bit I loved, the chaufeur
offered his hand so I got a little extra support to stand up.

I walked around to the back of the car, followed by the chauffeur, and
Brett came around the opposite way. They both looked at me quizickly.

"What are you doing?" said Brett.  "Getting my bag." I said.  "Ah, not
necessary m'am," said the chauffeur, "I'll take it to the plane for you."
"Really?" I said smiling happily. I mean a girl loves to be spoilt, but he
called me m'am. Didn't seem to be any hesitation either. Gave me a warm
glow inside. I'm always conscious of my voice. I practice, but it's still a
bit deep and, if anything, it's that that'll give me away.  "Now, go down
to the plane, and we'll be along in a minute." Said Brett, and lightly
smacked me on the arse to push me in the right direction.

"Hmm," I thought. Definitely taking some control. It wasn't hard, and I
kind of liked it, the way he was taking control, but it had better not get
harder than that!

I walked down the Jetty to the seaplane, and waited for Brett. He was
obviously sorting something out with the driver and then they both came
down, with the chauffeur bringing our bags, which he handed over to the
seaplane staff.

Now here was a quandary. If you think getting in and out of a car,
elegantly, in a tight dress and heels is difficult, you should try a
seaplane! I had to climb up some steps built into a strut. I could feel
Brett looking at me from behind. When I got to the top, I turned my head to
see the pilot look away, and Brett looking straight at my arse. "Nice view,
isn't it?" I said, smiling at him. "yep," he said unabashed, but I'm sure I
saw the pilot blush a little. At the top, I had to duck in. Site on a seat
and swing my legs around... but the scoot over the bench seat.

Finally, Brett and I were in, next to each other. His hand went on my leg
and just rested there. I put mine on top of his, and our fingers
intertwined. "thank you," I said, "it's already the best date". As much as
I just wanted to sink into him, I was excited. I wanted to watch the
takeoff and then the flight. I fly a lot in my job, but always very high
altitude. This'll be really quite low level flying over the city. Still, I
didn't know where we were going.

The plane started it's run. it was a bit choppy as it started across the
harbour, but in just a few moments it was in the air, and climbing. We had
a circuit of the city, and it's sights and then went North. Now I knew what
area we were going too. There's a great river north of the city, where
there are some wonderful spots. Still, I didn't know which one.

I really enjoyed the flight. The scenery, being with Brett. The
excitement. It was short though. In no time at all, we were coming down to
land on the river and then taxied in to a hotel. Now I had to get out of
the seaplane. Always harder to get out than in. Still I managed it whilst
retaining my dignity and the bags were waiting for us.

I turned around and looked at the spot where we were, as the pilot got back
into the plane, and shouted that he'd be back for us early tomorrow
afternoon. We were right at the front of a hotel/restaurant right on the
water. Fantastic! We walked up to reception, this time Brett carried my bag
for me - what a gentleman.

At check-in, we had to wait a few moments for the receptionist. When she
arrived, she smiled, welcomed us and apologised for not being there. With
them being such a small hotel, people had multiple jobs and she had just
been attending to another guest. She asked for our reservation, and Brett
gave his name. And the room keys were passed over. We got the spiel on the
hotel. It was a boutique hotel, only accessible by water and footpaths, no
road access. The only way to shops was via water taxi. However, the whole
place was self-contained and they would have everything we needed. She then
took us to our room. We went up 2 flights of stairs and were shown into a
room, overlooking the river, with huge windows to maximise the view. The
room wasn't massive, but it was a fair size, with an ensuite. It had a
little seating area in front of the window, with a table, and a picnic
basket.

The receptionist asked if we had everything we needed, and I quickly
interjected that I had everything I needed thanks, gently squeezing Brett's
arm. She left with a little knowing smile on her face. Guess it's not that
uncommon for a couple to go there for a romantic weekend.

As the receptionist shut the door, Brett turned, pulled me towards him, and
kissed me deeply. I really couldn't get too much of this. It was a full on
passionate kiss. Our mouths open, tongues intertwining. My heart was
beating faster.

"What shall we do now?" I said coyly.  "Go for a picnic," he said.  "No,
really. What do you think we should do now?" Hinting heavily.  "Seriously?
Go for a picnic!"

I must have looked surprised. I knew he was as horny as me. easy to tell
when a guys is horny, especially when you are pulled right up next to him,
and something is sticking into your tummy. I can tell you my knickers were
definitely wet from excitement and anticipation. I wanted him.... NOW!

He laughed at me. "Don't worry," he said. "I can't keep my hands off you
for much longer. This whole area is private, and this is a small hotel, so
there aren't many guests. You actually book picnic areas, so we won't be
disturbed." And winked.

Now I felt better. Suddenly, I became very keen for a picnic.

"c'mon, let's go! Times-a-wasting!" I said, and grabbed his hand and pulled
him towards the door.  "Hang on," he said, "let me get the basket and
blanket!"

We walked downstairs, out the door, and turned to the right along a path
next to the river's edge. He carried the basket, and I carried the
blanket. Arms around each other. It was blissful. Just the sound of the
river, the birds, and ...us? Not saying anything. Just enjoying
it. Eventually, we got to a fork in the path, and had some steps to climb
that went up the bank and into the bush. When we'd got about 50ft up from
the water's edge, there was a gap to the left, which we went through to a
small clearing which was on a slight slope towards the river.

"Here we are." Said Brett.  "Nice." I said, and then looked around a
bit. Secluded. You couldn't see the path, or be seen from it. You were able
to see the river through the bush, not were mostly screened from the
river. "Very nice!" I said, "I love it!"

Brett had already been busy laying out the blanket and had opened the
picnic basket. I kicked off my heels to feel a little more relaxed and I
sat down next to him. Knees slightly bent to steady myself. He started to
pass the contents over. Pate, cheese, crackers and then the sparkling wine
came out, which he promptly opened, and poured me a glass.

"You don't have to get me drunk, you know?" I said.  "I hoped not," he
said, "but I thought this may help to relax us. Expectations, etc. Can
build up a little stress" "Well, if you insist." I said, and took my first
sip. Nice. Dry. It wasn't cheap, but it wasn't pretentiously
expensive. Another tick for him. Spends money where it makes a real impact,
not on window dressing.  "Do you mind if I lie down with my head in your
lap?" I said.  "Sure, no problem"

It was nice. Just relaxing there for a few moments. Absorbing the spot. I
mean I seriously wanted him to take me, but it was a good idea. It had been
a full on morning full of excitement and surprises and to take a breath,
and just relax was a superb idea. Why the hell was this man single? Why
hadn't anyone snapped him up before?

I opened my eyes and looked up at him. Smiled. His hands were on my
shoulders caressing them, gently. I relaxed into it. Letting his hands go
further and further down my chest, until they slipped into the top of my
dress and he was caressing my nipples. I squirmed a little, to make it
easier for him, and sighed. Letting him know he could carry on. I certainly
wasn't going to stop him. Now I really was getting horny, as they are so
sensitive. I had to lift my knees again, slightly, to hide the bulge that
was undoubtedly starting to appear in the front of my dress as my cliity
started to get hard. The straps of my dress were slipped over my shoulders,
and I let him help me take my arms out. He pulled the front of my dress
down a little, and my small breasts were completely exposed. He cupped
them, tightly flicking each nipple with a finger, and gently tweaking
them. Oh god! This was soooo good! I couldn't take much more, and I sat up
a little, sat in his lap, and entwined myself around him. We kissed
passionately, deeply. My hands running through his hair, into his shirt and
across his chest.  One of his arms was supporting us, and the other was
cupping my breast and playing with my nipple. He started to kiss my neck,
which when combined with playing with my nipples is almost as good as it
gets. I let out an involuntary moan, especially as his mouth moved down
over my shoulders, down my chest and onto my breast and started sucking my
nipple flicking it with his tongue and little bighting it. This had freed
up one of his hands, which had already worked its way up my leg, pushed the
bottom of my dress up and was now stroking my knickers... right where I was
wetest. I couldn't help but to open my legs further... to give me more
access, and I could feel he was rock hard. My god he was good!

His supporting arm, came round, and unzipped my dress at the back, enabling
it to completely fall away from my upper body, giving him even better
access to me. Still, it was tight around my arse and was preventing me from
opening my legs even further.

"lie down," I said. And I straddled him. I then pulled my dress up over the
top. There I was in open air. Sat astride this hunk of a man, in nothing
but a suspender belt, stockings and my very wet g-string. Bret went to pull
me down again, but it was my turn. I pushed him back, gently, and started
to unbutton his shirt... which was damn hard to do as I couldn't
concentrate with him continuing to play with my breasts and the feel of his
rock hard cock right under neath me. Indeed, I must admit I was rocking
backwards and forwards on top of him, thoroughly enjoying the effect I was
having on him, and feeling that cock right near where it was meant to be. I
finally got his shirt undone, and leant forwards, running my hands through
the hair on his chest. Leaning further forward to kiss and lightly bight
his nipples, I stopped straddling him, and lay down beside him, and started
to unbutton his belt and undo his fly, so I could get at that cock of
his. Finally my hand was inside his Bonds, and wrapped around his hot,
throbbing cock.

"Careful," he said, "you have a loaded weapon there, and it's cocked and
ready to go off!"  "Oh, I'll be careful," I said, "I'll make sure it's a
controlled explosion!"

He sat up, took his shirt off, and looked deep into my eyes." What about
you?"  "Oh, I'm sure you'll take care of me... won't you?"  "Oh yes," he
said, " I want to do that"

H cupped my small breast again, and gently pulled me up towards him to kiss
me. I wasn't going to let go of that cock though. I'd wanted it for days,
and I was determined I was going to get it! I carried only gently stroking
it as he kissed me, and played with my nipples. God I was so wet!

"let me help you,' he said, and pulled off his pants and Bonds. There we
was. My man, My adonis, completely naked with an absolutely rock hard
cock. I couldn't resist it any longer. My lips went to the head of his
cock, and I kissed it. then licked the head. Hmm, I could taste the
precum. I looked up at him, along the length of his body. He was propped up
on his hands looking back down at me with a huge smile on his face.

I briefly took my lips off his cock, and said "You like the view?"  "Don't
stop there," he said, "I know what you want to do!"

it was almost like an order, or permission, or both combined. I opened my
mouth and slid his cock in as far as I could take it. Slowly, sliding my
lips over the head and down the shaft, making sure it ran over my tongue,
and then when it all in, a started to bob up and down on it.

He groaned. Hmm, obviously my technique was just fine. I guess one of the
advantages of a girl like me is we know what a cock likes. I mean, everyone
is different, but there are some basics that work for everyone... or so I'm
told.

"Stop. Stop. Stop!" He said, "I'm going to cum!"  "Hmmmmm", came my reply
"No, I mean it. I want this to last a bit longer," he said.

I looked at him, he certainly seemed to mean it.

I stopped and said, "Were you not enjoying it? Is there something else you
want? What can I do?"

He laughed a little. "I told you I was about to cum," he said." So
obviously I was enjoying it. I want to suck you!".

Well, there are fewer words that are magic to a girls ears, in this sort of
situation. he pulled me up again, and gently rolled me over. Then pulled my
g-string aside and finally let my clitty out. His lips slid over it over
the head. And he sucked my clitty until it was rock hard. I was writhing in
the ground, caressing my breasts. I wanted him. I wanted his cock. I wanted
him to bury it in me right up to the hilt. Its all I kept thinking
about. "I'm going to cum," I said... and he stopped! The bastard stopped!

"What....?" I said, "Why did you stop?"  "Want to do 69?" he said.  "Oh
yeah!"  I was still on my back, my head tilted slightly back, and we
switched around. My mouth eagerly accepted his cock sliding in. Slowly at
first as he fucked my face and as he sucked my clitty. He was starting to
twitch, I could feel it, so was I.

"Hmmm,hmmm," I said, trying to let him know I was going to cum. I couldn't
hold it any longer as I exploded into his mouth and as he started to
swallow it, he exploded into mine. There was loads of it again. Nice and
warm and salty as I tasted it slide down over my tongue, and he kept
pumping more of his load into my mouth and down my throat. I really thought
it was gong to spill out of my mouth as I was finding it difficult to
swallow it at the rate it was coming out. Finally, though he stopped... we
stopped. He switched around. We kissed passionately. Didn't matter. We had
each others cum in our mouths. I felt satiated. relaxed.

We cuddled for a while. Me lying in his arms. Fingers running in his chest
hair. He, lightly caressing my exposed breast. My leg, thrown over
his. Eventually the warm glow of sex started to wear off, and we got
dressed again, and finished the picnic. then walked back to the hotel, arms
around each other. Stopping every now and then to kiss. Sometimes lightly,
sometimes passionately.

When we got back, we went up to the room, and lay on the bed. me in his
arms, and we dozed off looking out of the window at the spectacular view.
Nothing better than apres-sex sleep!