impatiently at her desk, drumming her fingers. "Doggone
Windows!" she thought to herself. It takes forever to boot
up first thing each day. "What a way to start the weekend,
finishing this darned analysis." She had been working long
hours on this project for over 3 weeks.
in an old tee shirt and faded blue jeans, her hair pulled back
in a ponytail, she had come in to get an early start, try to
finish before noon. This was her first solo project, and she
wanted to do a really good job with it; to make a good impression
with Mr. Jenkins, her new boss.
started the job with the Social Security Administration three
months ago, shortly after she had gotten her CPA. The job offered
great opportunities, but she'd had to relocate to Baltimore
from the Midwest, where she had lived her entire life. People
were soooo different here, not friendly and warm like she was
used to. She was not sure if she would be able to adjust. At
least she had her roommate, Ellen.
met Ellen through a "roommate wanted" ad. They had
hit it off immediately. Both were about 30 and seemed to be
much alike. Both tall, slender blondes, both reserved... almost
conservative in their lifestyles. They looked so much alike
that people often took them for sisters. During their 3 months
together, Ellen had had a number of guys to the apartment, but
none had even gone into her bedroom, let alone stayed the night.
Mary appreciated that.
had promised to help Mary learn the ropes of living here. In
fact, after LOTS of coaxing, Mary had agreed to go to the Halloween
Party tonight with Ellen. "It's just a bunch of friends
from Columbia and DC" Ellen had said with excitement. "It's
a 'masked party', so we can let our hair down a little bit.
Besides, Mary, you NEED to get out, have some fun. All you've
done since moving here is WORK! And that's no fun!"
thought Mary as her computer finally wound its way through the
security systems and brought up the spreadsheet. "That's
all I've done for the last seven years is WORK!" Every
since Brad had had that accident. They had been so close, shared
so much. But then they had just drifted apart. A series of jobs,
getting her degrees and completing the CPA, moving. How long
had it been... four years, five since she had even had a date!
There were always guys hitting on her. People told her she was
very attractive, but she didn't think so. She was lonely...
but... well... nobody really caught her interest.
finally opened and for the next three hours, Mary focused on
her project. She knew it was important. Mr. Jenkins needed the
information for some congressional review.
What a strange man he was. 50ish. Athletic build. But he was
all business, so formal! He had been a tremendous help to her
as she got started in her job, showing things to her as needed,
explaining with precision what sorts of results he needed...
but still giving her lots of leeway to do things her own way.
He demanded a great deal of work, and expected it to be done
to the highest standards. She had been very surprised and felt
really good when he had made this important project a solo for
her. Others had even commented about how unusual this was for
him to place that sort of confidence and responsibility in a
person who had not been there for several years! Mary sighed.
She had to make sure this was all PERFECT!
was nearly noon, and she STILL had a lot to do. So much for
morning Ms. Stevens. I hope you won't be spending your whole
weekend in here."
up with a start! She hadn't heard anyone else come into the
office. Her face turned red.
just about done, Mr. Jenkins. As promised, the report will be
in your e-mail first thing Monday morning."
you, Ms. Stevens. I hope you have some time to relax this weekend.
You've earned it." He almost seemed to smile as he turned
to go to his office.
embarrassed as she watched him go. Saturday morning and he looked
like the cover of GQ... the pressed suit, fashionable power
tie, perfectly shined wingtips and looking like he had just
had his hair styled! And here she was looking like she was ready
to clean the oven and scrub toilets. She knew he noticed. Heck...
the man noticed everything! But it didn't seem to make any difference
to him. Others in the department had said, and she was starting
to agree... all he cared about was his work! He was even handsome
in a rugged sort of way. The others said he was single and never
did anything remotely social. It wasn't that he was unfriendly,
just so focused and formal... remote!
For a moment,
Mary's thoughts drifted back to one of her grad school professors,
a man she had had a bit of a crush on years ago. "The man
can do anything with numbers" she'd overheard one of his
colleagues say once. "But smack him in the face with a
pair of tits and he would be totally lost." Mary had had
a fantasy about that... she flushed at the memory! Was Jenkins
like... "No" Mary thought. "Don't let your mind
go there." Brad was the only man she had ever been even
slightly intimate with, and they had dated for 2 years before
she'd allowed him to touch her breasts, nearly 4 before they'd
hours later, much longer than she had expected, Mary finally
finished reviewing her work, hitting the send button to forward
it to her boss. She saw the light on, door open to his office
as she was leaving, so tapped lightly on the door frame. He
had removed his suit jacket. It was hung, neatly, on a hanger
on the coat rack to the side of his desk in the windowed corner
office. There was not so much as a scrap or a paper clip cluttering
his desk or credenza. And nothing personal there or on the walls...
just business related stuff.
me, Sir. The report is on the shared drive, an executive summary
in your e-mail."
up from his computer. "Thank you, Ms. Stevens. I'll look
at it as soon as I can... probably this evening. Enjoy your
Halloween weekend." And with that he turned back to studying
What a strange
man, Mary thought again as she left the building and walked
to her car. Then she forgot about him and for the first time
in months, she forgot about work too. For the first time in
forever, it seemed, she had something else to look forward to...
not much perhaps, but something.
of the party was Children's Stories and Nursery Rhymes. Mary
and Ellen had talked for several days about what costumes they
might wear... Ellen deciding on Little Bo Peep and convincing
Mary to go as Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary. Ellen had said she
would take care of getting costumes together from things she
had in the apartment. It was already getting dark when Mary
parked her car and headed to the apartment.
the apartment empty. There was a note on the breakfast bar.
"Out for some errands, back in plenty of time. Candy in
a bowl for any Trick or Treaters."
It was almost
8 before Ellen returned, excited. Most of the candy was gone,
but no more kids had been around for a while. The party was
to start at 11, so they still had plenty of time.
gonna LOVE this" Ellen exclaimed as she pulled some things
from a bag. "I got all this stuff at the Re-Run Closet.
And Wal-Mart was having a close out! This is gonna be fun, fun,
Ellen into her room, anxious to see what she'd found.
daaa.." Ellen pulled a flimsy peasant blouse and extremely
short skirt from the Re-Run bag and then a pair of white cotton
panties with flowers from the blue Wal-Mart bag. And these are
our masks, waving a pair of black eye masks about. The masks
would cover most of their faces, just leaving their mouths and
the skirt up against her... "Kinda... ahhh... short isn't
don't be contrary!" Ellen giggled.
the clothing and went to her room to dress... returning just
a few minutes later. "Ellen... I don't know... this blouse
is... awfully sheer... and this skirt... is soooo short."
her over from head to toe. "Right" she finally said.
"That bra won't do at all!" And went to dig through
one of her drawers. "Here" she said... holding up
a very sheer underwire with a front clasp. "It's a push
up! Perfect for that blouse. I'm a little less blessed than
you are, Mary Mary so Contrary, but I think we can stuff you
hurry girl... It's too late to change your mind now!"
Mary took the bra and went to change, returning a few moments
later, gasping when she saw what Ellen was wearing!
altered things slightly to Little Bo Peek" Ellen giggled,
spinning around. Her blue blouse was quite sheer, and there
was nothing under it. And the cheeks of her bottom flashed by
as her short skirt flared up... giving a glimpse of her matching
We can't go out like this! I think you've changed to Little
Peek a Boo."
giggled again and came over to adjust Mary's blouse, unbuttoning
the top buttons and baring a good deal of cleavage and the upper
edges of the sheer bra. "Right.... ummmm... MUCH better!
Yep... need to give Peter Piper a place to pack his pecker."
at the very thought, Mary laughed. "That's pepper, Ellen....
pickled peppers. Remember."
change on All Hallow's Eve, naughty Mary."
not sure I can do this, Ellen. I don't show this much when I
take a shower."
Ellen ignored that comment. "Come on... let me fix your
hour later, they were ready to go. "I look like something
from an X-rated Mary Englebright drawing" Mary quipped.
Ellen had fixed her normally long flowing blonde hair into tight
curls. "We look like a couple of cheap, pedophilic streetwalkers!"
for us!" Ellen replied with a firm nod. "We each need
something different, a little excitement. Nobody there will
know you, or recognize me either for that matter in our masks!"
her keys and a gym bag in one hand, Mary's wrist in the other
and headed out the door. "Packed some spare clothes for
us just in case" Ellen said as she tossed the bag in the
back seat and climbed in to start the car. Mary noticed a flowered
white watering can for her and a shepherd's crook for Bo Peek
in the back seat.
case of WHAT?" Mary thought as she got in the car and buckled
up her seat belt, wondering what she had gotten herself into.
Moments later, they were on the beltway, then headed south on
I-95 toward DC.
off of the interstate at the Columbia exit, then took a side
road. They were driving into the little bit of open country
that still existed between Baltimore and DC. "Ahhh, there
it is!" she said as she pulled into the parking lot. "Just
right for this party, don't ya think?" The building looked
like an old castle. The sign on the roadway read Kiddie Keep.
There were 7 or 8 cars already in the lot.
about getting out of the car. "Come on, come on" Ellen
urged. "It's too far to walk back from here!" Reluctantly,
uncertain, Mary got the watering can and shepherd's hook and
followed Ellen into the building.
playroom was noisy with others talking, laughing. There was
Old King Cole, Snow White, a Prince Charming, of course, Rapunzel
with her long, long hair and a short guy dressed as Dopey. Cinderella,
Jack be Nimble and even Peter Piper were there too. Recalling
Ellen's earlier comment, Mary blushed when she saw he was carrying
a small basket of long peppers. Each of their costumes had been
altered from the storybook versions, each a bit risqué.
came waddling over to them. "Good, good, good" she
squawked. "You girls are finally here... only one more
to go. Get some cider, mix, mix, mix!"
next hour, Mary and Ellen found their way around the room, laughing
and enjoying themselves. Mary soon realized that she was the
least adventuresome there in terms of her costume... and forgot
about it. She had to admit she was having fun. It felt good
to relax and laugh.
midnight, the room dimmed to near dark, and grew quiet. In the
double doorway, a shape appeared. A large man, broad shouldered...
muscular. And on his shoulders, where his head belonged... a
jack-o-lantern with blazing eyes.
squawked Mother Goose, "He's here, he's here! Now the real
next hour or so, the group, numbering twenty, equally men and
women, played a series of games. Most Mary remembered from her
childhood and she had to hold her sides she was laughing so
hard. Thank heavens Ellen had not let her back out of this party.
She was having a ball.
totally shocked when Mother Goose announced the next game. "Pin
the tail in the donkey." One of the men had come as Eeyore.
He was placed on his hands and knees on a low kiddie table in
the middle of the room where his pants were lowered, leaving
his bottom bare and private parts exposed!
what is that?" Mary whispered to Ellen.
and whispered back. "You HAVE led a sheltered life, Mary,
Mary so contrary. That tail is attached to what is called a
to go hide in the lil girl's room... but was simply too intrigued
to leave now. Only the women were given opportunity to "pin
the tail", and most came close, but not close enough. But
most also took the opportunity to do a lot of exploring, groping
as they tried to find the right spot for the tail. Eeyore's
manhood grew and grew like Pinochio's nose!
no closer than his thigh when her turn came, but she was shocked
to see Ellen spend several moments stroking Eeyore's shaft,
bringing him to the very brink of splattering his costume before
A bit later
Mother Goose finished the job, pinning the tail in place...
a number of times, rapidly until Eeyore finally lost his control,
splattering his ejaculate on his costume and the table to the
jeers and cheers of the others around the table.
just stand and stare, open-mouthed. She had never even imagined
seeing, let alone participating in anything like this!
was brought to the middle of the room... only she was not Rapunzel
but Lady Godiva! Old King Cole became her evil, greedy husband,
and they re-enacted their discussion and her agreement to ride
through the city nude. Several of the men, feigning covering
their eyes, stripped her naked. And although she tried to cover
herself with her long hair, she didn't try very hard. The group
cheered when Godiva mounted a spring-loaded rocking horse on
a wheeled cart. Mary's mouth dropped open again when she saw
that a phallus had been attached to the saddle. The horse rocked
and bounced as it was pushed and pulled by some of the men around
the room until Godiva could take no more. It seemed to Mary
that she must have orgasmed at least a dozen times... to everyone
else's delight! Mary wasn't sure what to think!
Tell Overture blared from the boombox and Mother Goose squawked
"OK girls, girls. Who's volunteering to be the target?"
blown away when Ellen stepped forward. In only moments, she
was stripped bare except for her mask... and bound, spread eagle
style, against the chalk board that filled one of the walls.
Little Boy Blue took a long wooden pointer and poked, several
times at her breasts, using it to play with the swollen nipples.
"Right here" he said as he flicked the pointer back
and forth over her left nipple, "5 points. Same here"
he said as he poked the other nipple deep into her breast. Gotta
be a bull's eye shot to count," he said as he circled the
nipple with the pointer. "3 points for the belly button,"
circling her navel with the pointer. "But that is uninteresting.
And HERE," he said as he dropped the pointer to the slit
between her legs, sliding the tip along her swollen clit, "15
points for a direct hit. And an INSTANT WINNER if you can get
one to stick!!! Winner has her for the rest of the night, gentlemen.
Ready, aim, cum!"
For 20 minutes,
Mary watched in awe as the guys took their turns firing rubber
tipped darts from a toy gun at her roommate and friend. She
was shocked... she was aroused! Jack be Nimble won... and soon
disappeared with Ellen into one of the side rooms after cutting
Horseman stepped toward the middle of the room and nodded to
Mother Goose. All evening, he had not spoken a word, and Mary
realized that he had not participated in any of the games either.
But there was an obvious respect for him in the room. Everyone
quieted and turned to him.
oooooo," squawked Mother Goose. "Musical chairs, musical
chairs. Girls, girls... center of the room!" With Ellen
and Godiva gone, there were seven women who gathered in the
middle of the room. Mary joined them very, very hesitantly given
what she had seen. But she didn't have to be pulled into the
group. She was extremely intrigued to see what would happen
6 chairs arranged in a wide circle. "Ok, girls, you have
to walk the circle of numbers and letters in the floor. If you
are left standing, the gentleman I select will escort you from
the room for... well... more games! Ready!" And the music
started... stopped when Mary was right beside a chair. She sat...
fast! Cinderella blushed as Mother Goose pointed to Dopey...
and they left!
to last two more rounds before she found herself without a chair
when the music stopped! Oh God... what now! Mother Goose pointed
to the Headless Horseman. Mary felt a panic when he did not
come to her, but simply held out his hand, beckoning her to
him with a crooked finger. Everyone was staring at her... wondering
what she would do. Slowly, flushed with embarrassment, hands
folded in front of her and staring at the floor, Mary shuffled
to stand before the Horseman, biting her lower lip.
rumbled from deep in his chest. "Mary, Mary so contrary."
He extended his arm out to her, opened his hand. "Come."
and uncertain, Mary gave a little curtsey and took his hand.
She had not only heard, but actually felt the power in his voice.
He turned and led her from the room. She heard the music start
again as he led her outside, to the playground. She felt some
comfort in the strength of his hand, his confident manner.
In the middle
of the playground, he stopped, dropped her hand... turned to
face her, an arm's length way. She folded her hands together
in front of her again, staring at the ground. She couldn't look
into those blazing jack-o-lantern eyes.
Mary... you have been contrary. What shall we do with you?"
His voice was soft, but she again felt the power of him. She
said nothing but simply shifted from one foot to another, waiting,
biting her lower lip.
and stroked her cheek... his fingers warm, soft... strong. He
lifted her chin so that she was looking into his pumpkin face.
"You have been naughty, Mary. What shall we do with you?"
She could not see his eyes; the mask distorted his voice. She
lowered her eyes again.
His hand dropped to very lightly caress the tops of her breasts,
his fingers tracing down into her cleavage. Then it dropped
to the top of the two buttons that held the blouse closed and
adeptly tore the button away. Instinctively, Mary pulled her
arms up across her chest. She was not scared now... but... this
was too much!
Mary... this is not the time to be contrary." His voice
was soft, but he was firm as he took her wrists and moved her
arms back to her sides. She stood still as he tore the other
button away and the front of the blouse fell open.
has grown up," he said as his right hand cupped her left
breast, his thumb passing over the hardened nipple through the
flimsy bra. Mary winced as his fingers dug into her breast.
"Mary is truly a woman."
herself growing wet. She couldn't help herself.
hand sought her right breast, kneading it. Then his fingers
gathered at the nipples, rolling around them, finally pinching
and pulling them through the sheer fabric of the bra. Mary did
not move... could not move. She could hardly breathe as he caressed
her, toyed with her. With his right hand, he deftly undid the
clasp of the bra... and ever so slowly, he pushed the cups aside,
replacing them with his large hands, kneading gently.
as he flicked the left nipple by snapping his forefinger off
of his thumb. It didn't hurt so much as just startle her. The
sensation went directly from her breast to between her legs.
Brad had never... NEVER done anything like this to her. She
heard the chuckle from deep in his chest as he pushed the blouse
and bra back, over her shoulders, down her arms, pulling them
off of her wrists and letting them drop to the sand in the playground.
Mary... what shall we do with you naughty Mary?" His hands
returned to her breasts, lifting and caressing as his pumpkin
face tilted down to peer at them. It was a cool evening, but
it was not the weather that sent a chill down her spine! She
shuddered at his touch. God, it had been so long since she had
felt a man's touch... so long. And this was no ordinary man!
"Bend over Mary. Put your hands on your knees and bend
is not the time to be contrary, Mary." His voice had a
more commanding edge. She felt her breasts sway out as she did
as he instructed, supporting herself on her knees, bending until
her back was parallel with the ground. He slowly walked around
her once, then halfway again, reaching to gently stroke a swaying
breast as he walked along her side.
He was directly
behind her, she could sense him. She caught her breath as she
felt him lift the hem of her short skirt up over her waist,
his hand continuing up to caress her back. He pressed his hips
against her bottom as he did so. Mary caught her breath and
had to steady herself as he caressed her.
hand sought her buttocks, kneading them through the cotton panties.
Then down, to the back of her bare thighs. His fingers moved
to explore the strip of thin cotton that covered the space between
her legs. Mary felt herself flush... she was so wet. He couldn't
help but feel her arousal. She bit her lower lip, fighting to
not stand and run from him.
moved to the sides of that thin strip of cotton, barely scraping
the flower of her womanhood as they closed together inside her
panties... and with a jerk, pulled down... ripping open the
crotch. Somehow, she stayed still, feeling his steadying hand
resting, controllingly, on her back.
the sides of the tattered panties up over her hips, joining
the skirt lying on the small of her back... exposing her completely
to him. Oh, God... OH God... she felt the fire in her womanhood.
She wanted him to touch her, to play with the flower of her,
to push those strong fingers into her.
traced down the sides of her hips, her outer thighs as his crotch
pressed against her bare bottom. She could feel him through
the fabric of his trousers. He was engorged, he felt huge. She
could feel the throbbing of his shaft against the crease of
"Mary, Mary. So contrary. What shall we do with you, sweet
Mary?" His hands traced back up her outer thighs, across
her hips, along her sides to cup her dangling breasts as he
pressed against her.
me, God fuck me!" Mary wanted to scream; she bit her lower
lip instead. She felt his hands leave her breasts... felt him
step away. She started to stand back up, but a hand on her back
steadied her as she had been.
Mary, stay as you are. Do not dare move unless I tell you to."
His voice was so calm, so firm. Mary's heart was racing; she
wanted to explode!
hand landed a stinging blow to her left buttock. Mary yelped,
started to stand until the hand on her back steadied her.
naughty Mary... what shall we do with you!" SLAP to the
fingers found her flower. So gently at first, caressing. They
gathered inside her nether lips, rolling the essence of her
womanhood... stretching it, pulling, and pinching it. Mary let
out her breath, her knees began to buckle. And the hand went
away. "Stay Mary. Stay as I have put you."
Sir" she managed to say, barely audible. She closed her
eyes tightly and bit her lower lip as she waited whatever was
Fingers entering her, pressing deep into her... fingers gone.
SLAP, SLAP. Mary yelped, she whimpered. She had to fight to
maintain her balance on her shaking legs. God, she was so close...
so close... but he seemed to sense... to stop at exactly the
again... rolling her clit, entering her... gone as quickly as
they had entered. SLAP. SLAP! Her ass, her upper thighs were
burning from the spanking... she was fighting for breath, mouth
open, gasping as he assaulted her bottom and her womanhood.
"Mary, Mary... what shall we do with you?"
to her side, helped her to stand upright on unsteady legs. The
skirt fell back into place. As he held her up with one hand,
the fingers of his other hand slipped under the waistband of
the skirt and tattered panties. With a sudden move of his wrist,
they were torn away, tossed aside.
her up in his arms, carried her across the playground to the
jungle gym, where he returned her to her feet. She had not seen
the ropes on the ladder above her head until a noose was slipped
around her left wrist, then the right. Mary found herself bound
to the children's playground equipment, arms stretched upward
and out... the ankles soon followed. Mary found herself spread
open, vulnerable. Except for the mask, she was completely nude...
naked... as Ellen had been earlier.
He was standing
in front of her, seeming to just be visually examining her from
behind his jack-o-lantern mask in the dim moonlight and a large
mercury lamp in the far corner of the playground. Mary turned
her head, saw the flickering lights, heard a car speed by just
beyond the hedge a few yards away. Her eyes returned to him...
and again she gasped. She had seen the riding crop hanging from
his belt... he was a Horseman, after all. But now he was snapping
it into the palm of his left hand... hard!
no!" screamed Mary.
Mary. You have been very, very naughty. This is not the time
to be contrary!" The edge was back in his mask-distorted
out with the crop, brushing it lightly across her left breast.
She recoiled, pulling herself as far away from him as her bindings
would allow. He chuckled... a deep, dark, sinister chuckle.
The crop began flicking rapidly back and forth across the nipple.
She yelped! God... it hurt... it hurt so good! She felt a flood
between her legs as each flick went directly from her nipple
to her clit!
In a move
so fast she did not really see it, his hand dropped and came
back up, the crop landing squarely on the flower of her womanhood.
It was not that hard, but it stung... God, it was so good...
how could this feel so good?
hit the side of her right breast... again, a sharp, stinging
blow. She squealed... she could feel the fire of a welt rising
on her breast. The crop found her again and again... her nipples,
the sides of her hips, in the fleshy places, her clit, and the
sides of her breasts. Each blow brought her to a higher level
of pleasure... her body, suspended and spread tight as it was
to the jungle gym finally gave in. Mary's muscles convulsed
and jerked as she orgasmed, she screamed out, gasped for her
breath... then was taken to a level still higher as the handle
of the crop entered her... plunging in and out in short, hard
strokes. The orgasm was continuous, with ever-greater intensity
until she lost complete awareness of everything, lost herself
in the exquisite pleasures of her body!
regained her awareness, Mary was cuddled in his lap. He had
taken her down and carried her to where he sat on a playground
merry-go-round. He was turning the equipment slowly around with
his feet as he caressed her hip with one hand, a breast with
the other. She reached up and gently caressed his pumpkin cheek,
smiling up at him. Mary had never felt so completely a woman,
so alive, so content as she did now. She shivered both at the
realization... and at the chill of the late night, fall air.
Mary... what shall we do with you?" His voice was soft;
he sounded amused.
love to me," she whispered.
inside the pumpkin she heard a laugh. "I thought you'd
her over to the playground swing set, lowered her gently to
the ground. Then he undid the large silver buckle of his belt,
unzipped his pants and stepped out of them. His manhood swung
free. He was flaccid, but Mary could see that he was a well
endowed man. He sat on a swing, his hands holding onto the chains
that stretched to the bar far above.
"Mary, Mary... prepare me, prepare to ride the Horseman."
with wicked delight as she knelt in the sand between his legs...
and reached to take him in her hands, stroking him, cupping
and caressing the sac that stretched below. As he began to swell,
she impulsively bent her head and took him in her mouth... teasing
him at first, then taking him deep into her throat. She felt
herself growing wet again as she attended to him. She had never
done this with Brad... it had seemed so... dirty!
felt his breathing change, grow deeper... saw him adjust the
grip on the chains so he could lean back a bit, give her more
freedom to attend to him.
suddenly straightened up, his stomach pushing her off of his
shaft. He scooted up a bit on the swing seat, leaned back again.
"Mount me, Mary. Take me deep inside of you."
Mary stood and straddled his legs, reaching behind and between
her legs to direct the head of his manhood into her... and smiled
seductively at him... with his pumpkin face... as she took him
inside of her... deeper, deeper. Her feet left the ground and
she had to grip the chains to keep from slipping off as she
settled against his pubis, feeling his coarse hair against her
the swing begin to move as he stretched his legs... felt him
moving deep inside her as he leaned back to make the swing go
higher, faster, the pull back out as he straightened up, as
millions of kids have done for eons when swinging. Her breasts
swayed in the chill of the pre-dawn air as they made love on
the swing... faster, higher... their passion soaring with it.
Until his body stiffened, almost throwing them off of the swing,
but driving himself deeper still inside of her... and she felt
his eruption inside of her... so deep, so hot...
his erupting passion in every other part of his body as well
as she swung with him, rode him in the open air.
body reacted with his... wracked with pleasure from her head
to her toes... centering in the essence of her womanhood. She
was saved from falling when she lost her grip as one of his
arms reached to encircle her.
they calmed as the swing slowed, came to rest. He withered and
slipped from her, even as she tried to keep him there. Reluctantly,
she slipped from his lap, took his hand and kissed it softly,
whispering "thank you, thank you."
appeared at the doorway. "Time, time" she squawked.
"Playtime is over kiddies!"
Mary didn't care that she was standing nude in the middle of
a playground having made love with a man she did not know...
being summoned by a goose! What a totally unexpected night this
"I have to get my clothes on," Mary giggled. "I
can't go back in there like this!" She spread her arms
and laughed, her breasts rising with the arms, bouncing delightfully
with the deep laugh... her first pure joy in many years.
He had already
pulled his pants back on, buckled the belt. He laughed and smacked
her bottom, pinched a nipple. "First timer. I suppose not,
Mary, Mary." He slipped his coat off, placing it on her
shoulders. He was wearing a jersey below the coat, with the
sleeves cut off at the elbow.
the remnants of her clothing, and he led her back into the Kiddie
Keep. Others were gathering in the large playroom. Few were
still wearing what they had before except for the masks... everyone
was still masked!
in a pair of jeans and a work shirt handed the gym bag to Mary,
along with giving her a bright smile and wink! Modestly, Mary
turned to face a wall. Under the jacket, Mary quickly donned
her own jeans and a sweater, then slipped the jacket off of
her shoulders, handing it back to the Headless Horseman. Once
again, he had become silent. He simply bowed slightly at the
waist as he reached out for it with his right hand.
It was then,
in the light of the room, that Mary noticed the tattoo on his
right forearm... something odd... just a knotted rope.
another word, he turned and left... Mary watched after him,
wondering who he was, if she would ever see him again.
talked very little as they drove back to their apartment as
dawn broke. Each was absorbed in their own thoughts of the events
of the night... and neither felt like intruding on the privacy
of the other.
went into the apartment and before they went to their rooms...
to think, to feel, and eventually to sleep. Ellen quietly, reflectively
said "Well, girlfriend... we each got a life last night."
smiled and kissed her on the cheek.
still sore from the spankings and the crop when she awoke Monday
morning, very early. She spent a long time in the shower...
caressing the bruises, recalling the lingering sensations of
where he had touched her. It was a good thing Ellen went to
work later, Mary thought as the steamy water turned suddenly
great care as she selected her clothing, fixed her makeup and
hair. She didn't know why, but she wanted to look good today...
especially good. Professional, but... well... sexy! She felt
system was just working through the torturous security processes
when her phone rang.
morning, this is Mary" she almost sang.
morning Ms. Stevens. You sound chipper this morning. I hope
you had a relaxing weekend." He didn't allow for a response.
"I've reviewed your work. Very good, Ms. Stevens. Please
join me in my office as soon as you can. I have a few questions."
Sir, Mr. Jenkins. Give me 5 minutes and I will be there."
Praise from her boss on top of her weekend! Yes she felt good!
But she thought as she hung up the phone... what a strange man!
So formal, distant.
later, Mary knocked softly at his open door. He was standing
with his hands clasped behind his back, looking out of the window.
He turned to her and pointed to the worktable in the corner
of his office, giving her one of his impersonal business smiles.
"Close the door, please, Ms. Stevens. I don't want to be
the door behind her and crossed to the table, feeling really
good. He indicated for her to sit beside him, to his right,
so they could look at the papers on his desk together.
Ms. Stevens, shall we roll up our sleeves and get to work on
this?" he asked as he unbuttoned his left cuff, rolling
the sleeve to the middle of the forearm.
hope everything was what you wanted with the analysis, Mr. Jenkins."
great, just what I asked for. Thank you." He was rolling
up the cuff of his right sleeve as he had the left.
dropped as he reached for the papers in the middle of the table,
she looked up at him in utter surprise. There, on his arm...
was a tattoo... THE tattoo! The knotted ropes!
at him, open mouthed... a flood of emotions surging through
back from the table, leaning back in his chair and let out a
true laugh, his eyes shining, a genuine, happy smile lighting
Mary... so contrary. What SHALL we do with you?"
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