Himura BattousaiChapter 55 the Request of Okubo Toshimichi
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Part One
“How was your drive?” he asked me as he opened the door to let me into his apartment. I had never seen it before, not since he moved out of state a few months ago.
“Fine,” I said, shrugging as he took my bags out of my hands. Two personal bags, and one grocery bag. He set them on the table as I glanced around briefly. Of course, he didn’t give me very long to see much more than the basic layout, which was probably basically the same as any other one bedroom apartment you could find downtown – foyer opening into a living room, small kitchen off to one side with a bar and open window between the two. On the opposite side were two mostly closed doors which I assumed went into his bedroom and bathroom. In the main area was a couch, coffee table, and television currently tuned to whatever college bowl game was on at the moment.
Before I could determine the teams and score, he had me pressed against the wall next to the front door. At 6’4” he was quite a bit taller than I, even with the nearly 4 inch heels I had worn out of vanity. I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes. Once I did, there was no hope of me looking anywhere else. One of his hands reached behind me, cupping my ass through my blue jean skirt, and the other caught me along the side of my neck to hold me in place as he bent down to kiss me.
The feel of his lips on mine ignited a burning fire that was impossible to ignore. The force of his kiss separated my lips as his tongue dove into my mouth. His whole body pressed mine against the wall. I could feel his erection press into my crotch as he almost lifted me off of my feet.
After a moment, he moved from my lips to my neck then up to my ear. He caught my earlobe between his teeth before he asked, “Did you miss me? Did you miss my cock in your pussy?” I moaned my affirmative, closing my eyes and leaning back against the wall, ready to let him take me right then and there.
“Good,” he said, let go and moving to take the six pack of beer I brought with me into the kitchen. I bit my lip out of frustration – damn it, how had he gotten me going so quickly – as I quietly followed him into the kitchen. I admired the view as he bent over to put the beer on the lower shelf of the fridge. He pulled two cold ones out and offered me one with a slight smirk on his face.
“Thanks,” I said, attempting to swallow my irritation with his abrupt discontinuation of our make out session. I popped a top and took a healthy swig. Beer wasn’t my favorite type of alcohol in the world, but it was alcohol, and… “did you know you can’t buy wine in a convenience store in this state?” I asked him. “The clerk said…”
“—you have to go to a liquor store for wine, yeah,” he finished for me.
“I wish I had known that,” I grumbled before taking another large gulp of light beer. Yuck, but at least it was alcohol. “I would have stopped before I got to the state line.”
“Yeah, but that wouldn’t have been as much fun,” he reminded me.
Oh, yeah. Fun. Hah. He thought he was sooo funny, didn’t he.
I was already feeling completely unbalanced and out of control. Between my sexual frustration, distaste for my drink, and, well… that other thing….
I needed a minute to catch my breath and center myself.
He crossed in front on me on his way to the couch. He picked up the remote and turned the volume up as one of the teams scored a touchdown.
“Look, can I, um, use your bathroom?” I asked, feeling flustered.
“Sure,” he said, pointing the way. As I walked past him towards the door he indicated, he reached up and swatted my ass, making me hop and stumble.
“Just don’t mess with that plug while you’re in there,” he called after me as I shut the door.
I glanced at my face in the mirror. To look at me, you’d never know the turmoil of feelings raging behind my overall unreadable expression, except for the fairly intense blush that was staining my cheeks. Had been, ever since…
… It was almost a four hour drive from home to his apartment. I had stopped at the rest area just over the state line to stretch my legs and use the facilities. I texted him before I got out of the car to let him know I was less than an hour away. As I washed my hands, a familiar text tone sang out, making me smile.
-- Get your medium plug out of your bag and put it in – it said. -- Leave it there for the rest of the trip here.
I stared at the instructions. I read it three times before I put my phone back in my pocket. Maybe I should just pretend I hadn’t seen it… after all, I didn’t like to text and drive. I had a legitimate excuse for not reading my text. I could just say I was already back on the road and hadn’t heard the text tone.
As I walked out to my car again, I heard another ding from my phone.
-- By the way. You have “read receipts” turned on, so I know you got my message. You better do what I told you to.
Fuck.
So. Ignore the instructions and risk him punishing me when I got there, or face the discomfort of an anal plug for a fairly long car trip.
Fairly easy decision, after all.
I opened my trunk and found my bag. I pulled out the plug he specified and some lubricant and put them in my purse. I shut the trunk and headed back towards the bathroom. The rest area attendant was an older lady. She glanced up at me as I came back in, this time carrying my purse, and smiled knowingly. She probably just thought I had gone back out to get some feminine products. If she only knew.
Back in the bathroom stall, I hung my purse up on the hook on the door and pulled out the lube and plug. The plug was a black silicone type, 5 inches long and 1.25 inches at its greatest diameter. I pulled my panties down to my knees, squatting and bending forward just a little so that I could ease the plug in past my sphincter muscles. It took a little bit more effort than I expected it to, probably because I was a little tense in such an unfamiliar environment. But I got it settled in and pulled my panties back up, smoothing my skirt down. Before leaving the restroom I looked at my silhouette in the mirror. I couldn’t see any changes in the contour of my skirt.
I carefully walked back out to my car. I eased carefully into my seat, noting an obvious but not painful or even uncomfortable fullness as I shifted my weight to press the clutch and start the engine. I noticed something else, too – a familiar tingling and dampness between my legs, causing my underwear to cling to me in a not at all unpleasant way. I pulled my phone out and tapped out a quick note before I put the car in reverse to pull out of the parking space.
-- Done.
Fifty long minutes later, after speeding quite a bit more than I should have, I was pulling off the interstate. My phone, sitting in my lap, let out a ding. Since I was waiting on the traffic light to change, I checked the message.
-- Do me a favor and stop for a six-pack of beer before you get here.
Okay….
His place wasn’t too far off the interstate according to the GPS system. Maybe another five minutes. So I stopped at the first gas station I came to and parked near the door. As I swung my legs out of the car, my body reminded me of the violation he had insisted upon. “Oh,” I exclaimed involuntarily, causing a couple of other people to glance in my direction. I felt myself begin to blush furiously.
I grabbed my wallet, determined to make this happen as quickly as possible. I walked into the store, my ass throbbing enticingly with every step. I pulled a six pack of Natty Light off the shelf and walked to the front of the store. After I paid, I carried the beer to the car and put it in my trunk next to my bags. I shut the lid as I heard my damn phone ding again.
I almost ignored it, nervous about what he might want me to do now. But no… I glanced at the message.
-- Looks like you’re still at the gas station. Wanted to let you know that I drink Corona these days.
Motherfucker. He must have been tracking me with the FindMyFriends app that is on both our phones. I rued the day that I had agreed to let him know where I was at all times. That was a damn mistake, one that I would rectify…. After this trip, maybe.
-- Okay. Extra or Light? I typed back, trying my best to please him.
-- Light. Thanks.
I walked back into the store. By now I was certain that everyone in the store could tell something was going on. I was sure that I was walking funny, and the amount of color in my face was not at all consistent with the fairly mild, almost fall-like weather we were having. Walking back to the beer section, my heart sank as I saw that the Corona Light was on the very bottom shelf. I carefully bent down at the knees, tightening my ass for fear of losing the plug. Thank God I had on bikinis today instead of a thong. I grabbed the six pack he requested, paid for it, and went back out to my car and heading out to his place.
“How was your drive?” he asked me as he opened the door to let me into his apartment. I had never seen it before, not since he moved out of state a few months ago.
“Fine,” I said, shrugging as he took my bags out of my hands. Two personal bags, and one grocery bag. He set them on the table as I glanced around briefly. Of course, he didn’t give me very long to see much more than the basic layout, which was probably basically the same as any other one bedroom apartment you could find downtown – foyer opening into a living room, small kitchen off to one side with a bar and open window between the two. On the opposite side were two mostly closed doors which I assumed went into his bedroom and bathroom. In the main area was a couch, coffee table, and television currently tuned to whatever college bowl game was on at the moment.
Before I could determine the teams and score, he had me pressed against the wall next to the front door. At 6’4” he was quite a bit taller than I, even with the nearly 4 inch heels I had worn out of vanity. I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes. Once I did, there was no hope of me looking anywhere else. One of his hands reached behind me, cupping my ass through my blue jean skirt, and the other caught me along the side of my neck to hold me in place as he bent down to kiss me.
The feel of his lips on mine ignited a burning fire that was impossible to ignore. The force of his kiss separated my lips as his tongue dove into my mouth. His whole body pressed mine against the wall. I could feel his erection press into my crotch as he almost lifted me off of my feet.
After a moment, he moved from my lips to my neck then up to my ear. He caught my earlobe between his teeth before he asked, “Did you miss me? Did you miss my cock in your pussy?” I moaned my affirmative, closing my eyes and leaning back against the wall, ready to let him take me right then and there.
“Good,” he said, let go and moving to take the six pack of beer I brought with me into the kitchen. I bit my lip out of frustration – damn it, how had he gotten me going so quickly – as I quietly followed him into the kitchen. I admired the view as he bent over to put the beer on the lower shelf of the fridge. He pulled two cold ones out and offered me one with a slight smirk on his face.
“Thanks,” I said, attempting to swallow my irritation with his abrupt discontinuation of our make out session. I popped a top and took a healthy swig. Beer wasn’t my favorite type of alcohol in the world, but it was alcohol, and… “did you know you can’t buy wine in a convenience store in this state?” I asked him. “The clerk said…”
“—you have to go to a liquor store for wine, yeah,” he finished for me.
“I wish I had known that,” I grumbled before taking another large gulp of light beer. Yuck, but at least it was alcohol. “I would have stopped before I got to the state line.”
“Yeah, but that wouldn’t have been as much fun,” he reminded me.
Oh, yeah. Fun. Hah. He thought he was sooo funny, didn’t he.
I was already feeling completely unbalanced and out of control. Between my sexual frustration, distaste for my drink, and, well… that other thing….
I needed a minute to catch my breath and center myself.
He crossed in front on me on his way to the couch. He picked up the remote and turned the volume up as one of the teams scored a touchdown.
“Look, can I, um, use your bathroom?” I asked, feeling flustered.
“Sure,” he said, pointing the way. As I walked past him towards the door he indicated, he reached up and swatted my ass, making me hop and stumble.
“Just don’t mess with that plug while you’re in there,” he called after me as I shut the door.
I glanced at my face in the mirror. To look at me, you’d never know the turmoil of feelings raging behind my overall unreadable expression, except for the fairly intense blush that was staining my cheeks. Had been, ever since…
… It was almost a four hour drive from home to his apartment. I had stopped at the rest area just over the state line to stretch my legs and use the facilities. I texted him before I got out of the car to let him know I was less than an hour away. As I washed my hands, a familiar text tone sang out, making me smile.
-- Get your medium plug out of your bag and put it in – it said. -- Leave it there for the rest of the trip here.
I stared at the instructions. I read it three times before I put my phone back in my pocket. Maybe I should just pretend I hadn’t seen it… after all, I didn’t like to text and drive. I had a legitimate excuse for not reading my text. I could just say I was already back on the road and hadn’t heard the text tone.
As I walked out to my car again, I heard another ding from my phone.
-- By the way. You have “read receipts” turned on, so I know you got my message. You better do what I told you to.
Fuck.
So. Ignore the instructions and risk him punishing me when I got there, or face the discomfort of an anal plug for a fairly long car trip.
Fairly easy decision, after all.
I opened my trunk and found my bag. I pulled out the plug he specified and some lubricant and put them in my purse. I shut the trunk and headed back towards the bathroom. The rest area attendant was an older lady. She glanced up at me as I came back in, this time carrying my purse, and smiled knowingly. She probably just thought I had gone back out to get some feminine products. If she only knew.
Back in the bathroom stall, I hung my purse up on the hook on the door and pulled out the lube and plug. The plug was a black silicone type, 5 inches long and 1.25 inches at its greatest diameter. I pulled my panties down to my knees, squatting and bending forward just a little so that I could ease the plug in past my sphincter muscles. It took a little bit more effort than I expected it to, probably because I was a little tense in such an unfamiliar environment. But I got it settled in and pulled my panties back up, smoothing my skirt down. Before leaving the restroom I looked at my silhouette in the mirror. I couldn’t see any changes in the contour of my skirt.
I carefully walked back out to my car. I eased carefully into my seat, noting an obvious but not painful or even uncomfortable fullness as I shifted my weight to press the clutch and start the engine. I noticed something else, too – a familiar tingling and dampness between my legs, causing my underwear to cling to me in a not at all unpleasant way. I pulled my phone out and tapped out a quick note before I put the car in reverse to pull out of the parking space.
-- Done.
Fifty long minutes later, after speeding quite a bit more than I should have, I was pulling off the interstate. My phone, sitting in my lap, let out a ding. Since I was waiting on the traffic light to change, I checked the message.
-- Do me a favor and stop for a six-pack of beer before you get here.
Okay….
His place wasn’t too far off the interstate according to the GPS system. Maybe another five minutes. So I stopped at the first gas station I came to and parked near the door. As I swung my legs out of the car, my body reminded me of the violation he had insisted upon. “Oh,” I exclaimed involuntarily, causing a couple of other people to glance in my direction. I felt myself begin to blush furiously.
I grabbed my wallet, determined to make this happen as quickly as possible. I walked into the store, my ass throbbing enticingly with every step. I pulled a six pack of Natty Light off the shelf and walked to the front of the store. After I paid, I carried the beer to the car and put it in my trunk next to my bags. I shut the lid as I heard my damn phone ding again.
I almost ignored it, nervous about what he might want me to do now. But no… I glanced at the message.
-- Looks like you’re still at the gas station. Wanted to let you know that I drink Corona these days.
Motherfucker. He must have been tracking me with the FindMyFriends app that is on both our phones. I rued the day that I had agreed to let him know where I was at all times. That was a damn mistake, one that I would rectify…. After this trip, maybe.
-- Okay. Extra or Light? I typed back, trying my best to please him.
-- Light. Thanks.
I walked back into the store. By now I was certain that everyone in the store could tell something was going on. I was sure that I was walking funny, and the amount of color in my face was not at all consistent with the fairly mild, almost fall-like weather we were having. Walking back to the beer section, my heart sank as I saw that the Corona Light was on the very bottom shelf. I carefully bent down at the knees, tightening my ass for fear of losing the plug. Thank God I had on bikinis today instead of a thong. I grabbed the six pack he requested, paid for it, and went back out to my car and heading out to his place.
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