laughter.
As
if a burden had been lifted from the three of them, the laughter continued as
they made their way back through the maze of streets comprising the Faire.
Instead of rushing her to the car, Susannah was surprised at the relaxed pace
they set, stopping at various vendors whenever one caught somebody's eye.
Tyler
was lured by the boot shop, spending at least ten minutes drooling over some
magnificent hand-tooled leather creations, and then finally deciding they weren't
practical enough for the amount of money involved.
Logan,
for his part, disappeared into a gentlemen's clothier, emerging a few moments
later in a coat that could have graced the shoulders of any aristocrat in the
late Victorian period.
Susannah
knew this because it was a dead ringer for the one she'd seen in illustrations
of the case of Jack the Ripper. Black, belted and caped, it was a really lovely
coat, but again it was decided that practicality should dictate such a
purchase. This, sighed Logan with a final lingering caress, just wasn't
practical.
She
refused to be lured by anything anyone was selling. It wasn't that she didn't
love looking at pretty things--she did. It was more a case of she didn't have
anywhere to put things in her small apartment. She loved the carefully carved
wood, everything from small end tables to complete dining rooms. They were the
kinds of things that begged to be smoothed and would develop the patina that
spoke of many years of such caresses.
She
caught both men watching her hand as she let it drift over the polished arm of
a chair. And her breath hitched at the naked lust she saw in their eyes.
It
was time.
She
finally accepted that she shared their want. She wanted, as much as they wanted,
and what they wanted. She wanted to be nude with them, to have their bodies
touch and slide and thrust against each other. She wanted to learn their tastes
and experience the newness of two mouths arousing her.
She
wanted to lie between them and let everyone's hands go wherever they wished. To
have two fine cocks to play with even as four arms encircled her and two
tongues found places to suck, lick and tease.
She
was hungry for the newness of it, the difference to anything she'd imagined
before. And she refused to look beyond, since that raised questions she knew
she could not answer.
This
would be a moment out of time. A one-of. Something to remember when she was old
and gray, and raising cats.
"You're
smiling." Logan was at her side.
"Just
a passing thought." She turned to him. "I'm ready."
Tyler
joined them. "So are we."
They
quickly made their way to the parking lot, and Susannah sighed a little as they
passed beneath the portal to the Faire. She was heading back into the
twenty-first century and would miss the unique excitement contained within the
small slice of history.
But
she was heading for a different kind of excitement, one that had already
dampened her panties and made her breasts swell beneath the corset. Her heart
was pounding much faster than normal as she led the two men to her car and
agreed they'd come with her, since they could walk back later to retrieve their
own vehicle.
Her
palms were damp not long after, as she pulled in to the parking lot of a neat
and charming little mansion tucked away in the Maryland countryside, less than
a mile as the proverbial crow flew from the Renaissance Faire.
Her
pulse throbbed furiously when Logan and Tyler took her hands and led her
through the deserted house and up two flights of stairs.
Finally
they stopped in front of a set of double doors. Tyler fiddled with a key and
then threw one wide, stepping back to allow her to enter.
"Welcome,
my dear. Thank you for agreeing to be here. Come inside--and let's play."
If I'm ever going to faint, it'll be
right here, right now.
*~*~*~*
Logan
wondered if she was going to faint.
The
pulse at the base of her throat was fluttering and her face had paled in the
twilight. It was autumn and sunset was