Chapter 19

Monday evening, October 11, 2021, Okimoto’s studio, immediately after the exhibition.

Both Sakura and Katie worked on my makeup, spending a good share of their time giggling. When they announced, ‘Finished’, I looked at myself in the mirror, and it will never cease to amaze me the transformation from just a few months ago, the steamy woman looking back at me; smoky eyeshadow, my skin, blemish-free, a pinkish tinge on my cheeks, lips a vivid red and polished to perfection. My stomach flat and hard from the combination of Katie and my gym work, taking my diet seriously, and my skin had that glowing look from my Sunshine Gold skin lotion.

I wore jewelry, a small rose-gold heart in my nose, and short rose-gold chains with faux rubies in my navel piercings, a matching bracelet on my left wrist, and a gold and ruby butterfly necklace with a cubic zirconia ‘diamond’ in its center. My Tampa ‘bank account’ wasn’t quite big enough for real stones, maybe after I get home.

I was wearing an outfit I’d bought during a shopping trip with Katie, a short wrap-skirt riding low on my hips, pink with red flowery designs to match the flowers of my tattoos, an enticing inverted ‘V’ in front, and a matching, loose-fitting sleeveless crop-top highlighting my butterflies. It was held together in front by about a three-inch ring, kind of like an oversized shower curtain ring, that perfectly framed the butterfly between my tits, and a pair of strappy four-inch heels. Katie found it and when I saw it, I fell in love, thinking that it just screamed sexy, especially how it matched my flower and butterfly tattoos.

It’s such a soft, flowing material. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and oh my, how the top showcased my tits, their shape, every little bounce, the butterfly between my tits trying to fly away.

I won’t even begin to pretend that I didn’t love the look of the girl in the mirror!

My pussy was already almost unbearably enflamed with what had happened and what I knew was yet to come. It was only the beginning of what I knew would become a very, very long night ... and there’s going to be no relief. Tonight is forty-one days, forty-one days since my last orgasm ... and each day the desire and need has grown exponentially.

I walked out to meet Brandon, and he kissed me, not a brief peck like minutes earlier, but a deep, soul-searing kiss, igniting the ever-present torch inside me, his hardness pressing into my bare stomach, a simple reminder of what I would NOT be feeling tonight.

“Give me just a minute, I brought an overnight bag, forgot it, have to run and get it,” I told him.

“Girl, I saw that kiss, you’re going to have a night!” Katie told me when I was getting the bag, “and you’re going to tell me everything!”

I felt my face blushing, thinking what ‘everything’ might entail, except that I knew it would NOT entail what she thought.

A couple minutes later, Brandon had opened the passenger door of a lustrous gold Corvette convertible. “I bought this, it’s going to be shipped home in a few days,” he told me.

I slid in, feeling the softness of the leather, leaving my skirt as it was after it slid up, exposing much more of my legs.

Brandon stowed my bag in the trunk, then sat behind the wheel and looked over at me, “You’re even more stunning than I remembered,” and he leaned across the console and kissed me. “Later, we’ll get a proper kiss later,” he said.

Married, fifty-year-old women don’t swoon, even if they do look thirty. I swooned, my pussy in hyper-drive.

The car was beautiful to ride in, the wind blowing wildly through my hair, and I couldn’t take my eyes away from the man driving, still unbelieving ... Brandon Lucas!

“We lost the game tonight,” he said, “still up two-one, two games to win one, Leo’s pitching tomorrow night, he’ll win it,” he smiled, “if it goes to five, I’ll pitch. On the bright side though, we’ll have the room tomorrow night too.”

I shuddered, two nights of heaven, if only...

The brief thought of Katie rolled through my mind.

“I’m dancing tomorrow night, it’ll be late, we close at one.”

He squeezed my hand, “I’ll be eagerly waiting,” he said.

He took the route to his hotel past the waterfront along the Hillsborough River. I’d always thought the Columbia was beautiful in Kennewick at night, but it’s nothing like the Hillsborough, so many colored lights reflecting, the boats, the palms...

We finally arrived and I let Brandon open my door. I’ll admit, I like it when a gentleman opens my door, not that it’s a big thing, but it says a lot about his personality, his respect for women, and I like to be pampered, it puts me in the mood for ... when he’s not being a gentleman.

“Good evening, Mister Lucas,” the host at the front counter of the restaurant did a little bow, “Krista will be right with you, if you’d like to be seated,” and he motioned toward the chairs in the small waiting area.

We sat and about two minutes later, this vivacious brunette walked toward us with a big smile on her face. “Welcome to Embassy Suites,” she said, “if you’d like to follow me, please.” I would guess her at about Tara’s age, late twenties – early thirties, very pretty. Her uniform was attractive, not sexy, a black skirt just above her knees, a red satin blouse with her name, Krista, embroidered over her left breast, and the Embassy Suites logo over her other.

We followed her around the perimeter of the dining area to a door that had ‘Private’ printed over the door. She opened it and we followed her inside to about a fifteen-by-fifteen room with a large picture window along the full exterior wall overlooking the river. A small table for two was set in front of it, white tablecloth, flickering candles, and a bouquet of red and pink roses in the center, with the fragrance of roses wafting through the room.

A portion of the floor had a hardwood surface, spread liberally with a dancing wax.

There also was a very comfy-looking leather loveseat. Presumably, exactly for that purpose, looking out over the Hillsborough River.

She showed us how to operate the power blinds, which, she explained, blocked vision from outside but maintained the view from inside, the controls for the sound system that was softly playing in the background, and her call button.

“I will be your server, exclusively this evening. I’ll only interrupt when bringing your initial meal and drinks, and even then, you’ll have a short warning before I enter. After, just press the call and I’ll be here within a few seconds.”

I looked over at Brandon, I’ve never had this kind of service before. He just smiled back at me.

“And may I add, Tara, that you look beautiful tonight, I hope you both enjoy your dinner,” she smiled, “and whatever may come after.”

“Oh, I’m sure we will,” Brandon told her.

Just the mention of ‘after’ had me on the verge of orgasm.

“Before I leave, would you like an appetizer, perhaps...” and she smiled, “our chef prepares oysters so they are divine. Perhaps a Sparkling Barbera from Italy to go with them?”

I knew why she was suggesting the oysters. Robert and I had always heard that they were a strong aphrodisiac but we’ve never tried them. I’ve always been a little (i.e. a LOT) nervous about raw oysters, and I didn’t think I needed an aphrodisiac with the lusty frame of mind I was in. Need I elaborate? Forty-one days since ... and the bridal suite with my (or any girl’s) dream-lover?

“I think that would be wonderful,” Brandon told our waitress.

She left two menus, and as soon as she was gone, Brandon asked me, “How long, the thing inside you?”

I knew he’d ask, it wasn’t something I wanted to talk about, but... “Three weeks tomorrow, plus another three for the piercings to heal, six weeks total.” I didn’t tell him about the other little accessory inside me.

“And you can’t take it out?”

I shook my head, taking a drink of the ice water Krista left to help calm my nerves, “It has a time-release locking mechanism,” and I was close to bursting into tears at the frustration, at my stupidity, “three more weeks,” I told him.

He sat, staring, studying me, like he was undressing me in his mind ... and I liked it. “May I ask why?” he asked, “and you don’t have to answer if you don’t want.”

I shook my head, “No, it’s okay, it’s just ... a little hard to explain, I don’t even understand it myself. I guess the closest answer is that I like the feeling of being horny and not able to do anything about it, but that seems...”

“Like tonight, you mean?”

I shook my head, “No, tonight’s too much, if I’d known you were coming just a few hours earlier, I wouldn’t have...” There was no way that I could explain those few seconds when it released, and I’d reset it.

The little light above the door began blinking, and a few seconds later, Krista appeared, pushing a little cart containing our goodies.

She set the oysters on our table along with several dips, then poured a small dab of wine for Brandon to taste like she’d probably done it a few thousand times. After, she very carefully poured a glass for me, then one for Brandon. “Have you decided on your meals yet?” she asked when she’d finished with the wine.

“No, we haven’t even looked yet, we were discussing ... things,” he answered her.

“Be sure and try the house dip with the oysters, our chef has won many awards with it,” pointing to one of the dips. “Ring me when you’re ready to order or if you need more oysters, I’ll be right in.”

When she left, Brandon picked up one of the oysters, dipping it as she’d suggested, and popped it in his mouth, taking a couple chews, “Mmm, she’s right, it is good, try it.”

I scrunched my face, cut off a tiny slice, dipped it, looked at it a moment, closed my eyes, and took the plunge.

I wouldn’t have used the term ‘good’, but it wasn’t as bad as I expected either. I started to slice off another when Brandon chuckled and took my knife away, poking my fork in the poor, dead animal. “It wasn’t nearly as bad as you expected, was it? All at once this time,” dipping my oyster into the red sauce, and holding it to my lips. “It’ll make you horny later, promise. Besides, it really is good when you get used to it. Be sure and chew a couple times to get the full flavor,” he told me.

I didn’t think I wanted the ‘full flavor’, but...

And it wasn’t bad, I even tried another, not that I needed it for the ‘horny’ part. Besides, I was guessing that was a myth that oyster fishermen (is that what they’re called?) dreamed up to sell more oysters.

After just a few minutes, both our small plate of oysters and glasses of wine had disappeared, and I was actually liking them. But was I more aroused than the fifteen out of ten that I had been before? No, but give me a little while and I will be, oysters or no.

“I believe we should order, you?”

“I agree, much as I hate to say it but the oysters only stoked my hunger,” I told him, “that little exhibition tonight made me hungry.”

“That ... what was it called ... shibari? That was something, I can’t even imagine how that must have felt ... Oh, and by the way, I love your tattoos ... and the piercings, they’re very ... sexy.”