Chapter 42: Third Date Night: Dessert Under the Stars

“Right here…” Claire’s voice in Sophia’s ears made her shiver. With the blindfold wrapped around her face she couldn’t see anything, and the inherent vulnerability of her vision being stolen away had her so sensitive to sound, to touch—to everything. “Just let me do one little thing… and then we can settle down, mommy…”

Sophia quivered, nodding shakily.

Ohhh I’m not sure if it’s the emphasis she gives that word, how naughty it is, how taboo it is to be dating a younger woman and having her call me mommy or… Sophia’s eyes fluttered behind the mask. She could still only see darkness, and her eyes were hidden away, but she still couldn’t help herself. Ohh I just know that I love when she does it. “Y-yes… yes Mistress…”

It was hard to tell if she felt Claire shudder behind her or not, but it wasn’t hard to feel the hand squeezing her hip in the perfect place to make Sophia shudder.

“Don’t… go anywhere…!”

Claire giggled as she pulled back, and the only thing that Sophia could feel was a gentle breeze moving across her skin.

Now that things with Claire were growing more serious—serious enough that Sophia was letting Claire take her out into the middle of nowhere with a dark blindfold keeping her from seeing anything at all, there was no point in pulling back any of the stops. Her dress had been the sexiest thing that she could find to tempt her Mistress into staring, leering, and ripping it off of her.

It was a dress she loved, but her thoughts when she’d wriggled into it were all about how little she would mind if it ended up a little messy, or a little torn.

Giving herself to Claire, and enjoying the time they spent together? That felt like a much more important goal to accomplish. That felt like a reason to do her makeup, and to put on the flimsiest underwear she could find.

The halter top moved down in a way that revealed the sides of her collarbone, and so much of the sides of her breasts. Her back was left bare, and only a wide-belt’s worth of fabric wrapped just above her hips. Almost the entirety of her legs were made visible even if the dress made it all the way down to the floor, emphasizing her strappy heels. She’d even worn her curly brown hair up so that it wouldn’t obscure quite as much of her bare back.

I wish I had this dress in a pattern that looked like a sweater. I have a feeling that Mistress would like that a lot. As it is, it is almost like wearing an apron.

No room for a bra, and I know she likes that.

A gust of wind blew across Sophia’s bare arms. She shivered, but didn’t raise her arms. I don’t want there to be less for my Mistress to see. I want to bare… everything for her…

She knows what I need in ways no one else ever has.

It feels like someone else did, once, but I… Sophia squirmed. Her tongue wet her lips. Her thighs rubbed together. Knots tugged tight inside of her, and she quietly purred. Don’t remember them, so they must not be important…

Not as important as Mistress… Claire…

Such a perfect name…

“And… here we are…” Claire grasped ahold of the blindfold, tugging it gently. “I hope you like what I have planned…”

“I’m sure I… o-ohh…!” Sophia quietly mewled as the opaque sash fell away, and for the first time she could see where they were.

Above them was a beautiful starry night, so dark and enchanting with so many sparkling points of light and a large, brightly-illuminating moon giving them just enough light to truly enjoy the sight. Surrounding them were trees, not so close, but not too far. The clearing they were in was just small enough to feel cozy, while just wide enough to feel open for any possibility they might desire.

At the very center of the clearing was a large blanket covering up the bare ground. A picnic basket sat at the center of it all, open enough on either side for the scent of cheese and chocolate to fill the air.

She… brought me here, prepared all of this, for me…

Sophia held a hand to her chest. Her head spun. Claire had already shared her bedroom, brought her to the most exclusive, romantic restaurant in the state. Somehow, this clearing felt like the next, most natural thing.

We’ve been… sexual… kinky… Sophia squirmed, her heart beating harder, faster, her excitement mounting. Even tender together. She confessed how she felt, what she wanted, but now… This feels… I don’t know, somehow it feels like she’s letting her guard down—like this isn’t just what I want.

Maybe this is her anticipating what we want together…

“So…” Claire moved around in front of her, squeezing both of Sophia’s hands as she smiled up at her. Her own outfit was less dramatic. A short red skirt fell just over her knees, and she wore a red jacket open over a small black top so small that its only purpose seemed to be to hold her breasts up rather than to hide them away. She might not have been quite as curvaceous as her date, but that top still worked wonders. “What do you think…”

Sophia stared down into her date’s eyes, her eyes dipping down to her cleavage once, and then twice. As they did, she noticed Claire’s own eyes moving along the exposed sides of her breasts and idly shifted into the attention.

I think that we both know what we want.

And that’s this.

Her smile was already so warm, but the temperature rose by another several degrees as Sophia squeezed Claire’s hands. “I think it’s perfect… Thank you, Cla—Mistress…” Sophia blushed, bowing her head. “Sorry, Mistress. I love calling you that, but being here like this with you… I feel so…”

Claire released one of Sophia’s hands and leaned up. A finger silenced Sophia’s attempts to speak. When Claire spoke it was low, quiet, and full of the perfect combination of desire, and adoration. “I feel that way, too, Sophia. I love calling you mommy… you know I do, but…

“Maybe tonight, we can just be Claire and Sophia.”

Sophia looked up, her green eyes sparkling in the light of the moon. Her lips kissed Claire’s finger, and the finger pressed firmer in response before drawing back. Their gazes still locked, both women breathed in, and exhaled as a happy sigh at the same moment.

It feels like I’ve known her for so long… Not all of my life, for obvious reasons, but maybe all of hers? Sophia sighed, simply drinking in the sight of her Mistress, of her lover, of the woman right from her dreams who lavished her with such focused, tender affections. She knows me just as well. This feels comfortable and right in a way that I didn’t think anything ever could.

It almost feels… Incestuous…?

Sophia quivered. Her brow twitched, as though she might frown, but then her thighs merely drew together tighter.

But…

Not…

Not in a bad way…

With a quiet sigh, Sophia slowly nodded. “I’d like that, too. I’ll still be your mommy… I’ll still belong to you, but…” She glanced around, gesturing at the trees to one side, the stars above, and then finally to the woman in front of her. “Tonight feels like something besides just another sex game. Tonight feels like it’s something more.”

Claire nodded and slowly drew back to pat beside herself on the blanket. “Join me...? Traditional picnic food didn’t quite feel appropriate, so… Inside are some slices of pizza, and… dessert.”

Sophia quivered. She has maids, such a huge home, but she cooked that for me. This isn’t even the first time… is it…? I feel like she… cooked for me recently, or… Maybe I’m just a little dizzy.

“A little unusual!” Sophia giggled. “But I like unusual. I like you.”

“I like you, too, Sophia.” Claire reached into the basket, and pulled out a bottle of sparkling apple cider with a shy blush on her cheeks. “And technically I’m not old enough to drink yet, so… While you could technically count for making sure I have adult supervision… This felt more appropriate, anyway.”

Claire set down a pair of glasses, slowly filling one, then the other before holding one out to Sophia. Before Sophia could take a sip, Claire held up her glass, and hooded her eyes. “To not being afraid to take what we want…”

“To you not being afraid to take what you want…” Sophia winked, and then quietly giggled.

Claire smiled wider, her eyes hooding lower.

Their glasses clinked together, the sound resonating as they both slowly sipped their drinks while meeting each other’s gaze, and then allowing their eyes to sweetly wander across each other’s bodies.

Alone, in the middle of a forest clearing, the only company they had were the distant sounds of wildlife that was happy to keep its distance. I enjoyed Mistress showing me off to so many people, taking me for all of them to watch, bringing me home for… even more… Sophia quivered, taking another sip from her glass. I think I’m sincerely just as happy to be here with her in a more intimate environment.

Sophia glanced right into Claire’s deep brown eyes, and her heart fluttered in her chest.

Maybe…

Maybe I’m even happier like this.

It was hard to be certain when she was so incredibly happy either way.

“Thank you for bringing me here. Every moment we spend together feels so enchanting, but this is… this is an entirely new level for us.” Sophia set down her glass for a moment and sighed. “No one’s ever done anything quite like this for me, with me… and I’m not sure what would make it better.”

“You mean…” Claire smiled, a mischievous twinkle too loud in her eye for anyone to possibly miss it. “You aren’t sure if you just want to enjoy the time we have to spend together, or if you want me to pin you down and fuck your brains out?”

Sophia’s cheeks flushed.

“Yes… Mistress…”

Claire giggled, moving closer. Her free hand roamed along her date’s hip, feeling along that thin strip of fabric that hid away any of the skin of either of her sides. “You didn’t even need to say that, mommy. You did that because you wanted to…” Claire took another sip of her drink, and squirmed closer. “I told myself tonight was just going to be about showing you how close I want us to be, but now that we’re here…”

Sophia laughed quietly, her eyes turning glassy, her breath quickening, her nipples standing at attention with nothing but the fabric of her dress to hide them away. “I know what you mean, Mistress! I want to just bare my soul to you, but instead…”

“What if I want to bare more of you, right now…?” Claire’s voice took on a wolfish quality as she moved to straddle Sophia. Her brown eyes stared possessively, and her fingers teased higher until they faintly stroked along the exposed side of her chest. “What if I want to see just how little this dress stops me from doing whatever I want to you…? If that’s what we want… if we both feel that this isn’t just sex, or that it’s sex that means so much more…

“There’s no reason to hold back…” Claire’s nose rubbed right along Sophia’s as her fingers grazed just alongside her nipple. The older woman gasped and arched, her eyes rolling back as her breathing became quicker and sharper. She yielded herself to every touch the younger woman offered, and her supple body was just as free with its surrender. “Right…?”

Sophia tried to speak, but only found herself capable of moaning as Claire’s nails danced around her nipple. The fabric could do nothing to restrain her body from expressing its arousal, and Sophia could do nothing to resist the pleasure Claire offered her.

She groaned, her eyes barely open as her glass shook in her hand.

“I think I’ll take that as an agreement, but here…” Claire set down her glass. “Let me help you with your dress… I don’t think you’re in any shape to do it yourself right now.”

Sophia shook her head, arching as both sets of Claire’s fingers teased along the sides of her breasts and then teased their way under the fabric. Sophia’s eyes widened as Claire’s fingers grasped at the dress, and her breasts fell free as suddenly her dress was pulled between them.

Ohhh I love when she’s like this!

Claire shivered, and grasped back up her glass. “The way you shiver makes me feel so…” Her eyes hooded, and she held her glass up to Sophia’s breast until the edge grazed Sophia’s nipple. “So like… I’d do anything to claim you… to… make you mine…”

Her glass tipped up, and sparkling cider poured over Sophia’s breast.

Sophia gasped at the wet, cool, tingling feeling and arched her chest up as much as she could. “Y-you don’t need to do anything to claim me… I am yours…”

Claire leaned down towards her breast, and then hesitated at the last moment before her lips connected. Sophia whimpered, unable to arch herself up to close that gap. So close, and yet so far, Sophia’s back strained and Claire’s lips shook.

That look in her eyes, it’s like she’s thinking something that’s making her sad, but I don’t know what to say to make it better. Sophia squirmed, panting as she let out a desperate whine. I want to use my body, my words, anything to make her feel better. She’s my Mistress, I’m her mommy, and that means I need to make her feel better, need to show her all of my love… I can’t leave her worrying like this…

“No… I’ve been borrowing you…” Claire breathed hotly over Sophia’s bare nipple, and Sophia groaned at how the sensation rippled through the wetness that soaked into her breast. “I don’t need to do that. I shouldn’t have been doing that from the start, at least not once I committed to being with you, to keeping you in my life like this…”

Sophia mewled in confusion, looking to the strange expression on Claire’s face that she couldn’t quite read. It wasn’t melancholy, it wasn’t arousal, but it was incredibly intense.

I could ask, but I don’t… I almost feel like this is more about something she needs to understand, so if I asked… Sophia quivered, and nodded. She reached to her own chest, cupping her breast and lifting it towards Claire’s lips. She didn’t say a word, but she did stare longingly with her needy, shining green eyes.

Hopefully that’s enough.

“I love you, Sophia…” Claire’s words flowed hot across Sophia’s breast, warm in a way they hadn’t felt before. There was something about them that almost felt as though they flickered, or shined… It wasn’t a feeling that Sophia could understand. “And sometime we’ll manage to spend a night together without it turning into sex, but right now, with the way things are between us… I think this is what we both need.

“But I am going to claim you for myself this time.” Claire smiled. “Sorry I didn’t do it sooner. Feels a little lazy of me… so I hope you forgive me…!”

Sophia blushed.

She isn’t making any sense, but the way she’s saying it, her words… they all feel very intense…? Sophia squirmed, squeezing her own breast in her hand. I know she’ll take good care of me.

Claire’s tongue flicked at Sophia’s nipple, and she groaned at the way the feeling was unlike any other tongue she’d ever felt before.

It was wet, warm, and hot, burning into her breast as it lapped up the taste of apple, but it was the rest of the feeling that was so intense, and so much more than what she’d been expecting. Though only one tongue touched her skin, and in only one place, Sophia felt so much more.

She felt her heart flutter, and all of her skin pulse as though it were glowing from the inside. Like bright light, or a flame pressed against the right place, all of Sophia’s body was alight in pleasure. Her hand fell away from her chest, and fingers found their way into Claire’s curls to pull her tighter, closer. It feels… feels like I… Ohhhh like she’s licking… inside of me… like she’s…

“Oohhhh…!” Sophia groaned as Claire’s lips formed a tight seal around her nipple. There was nothing gentle about it, nothing soft or slow. Hard, quick sucking drew Sophia’s eyes together, and she could feel the bright, pulsing light of Claire’s passion shining deep inside of her.

The many threads inside of her, vibrated with the sensation. Some knots loosened, and others tightened. Her arm that held her up gave out from under her, and Sophia felt herself falling back into a soft downy pile of feathers that teased down her back and between her thighs. It was impossible to feel when Claire had pinned her down, hands on Sophia’s shoulders, grappling her down against the blanket underneath them, just as Sophia couldn’t remember when their lips met.

All she knew as that their bodies were grinding together as one, and the bright, warm feeling that burned between them, in inside of them, felt so euphoric.

Want… to be with her… forever… feels so… safe… so… loving… so…!

Sophia felt hands move from her shoulders, pressing her breasts against the fabric squished between them as Claire nuzzled in, kissing and sucking at her bare skin as her thigh pressed between Sophia’s legs.

There were theoretically moments that weren’t just their bodies melting together, rubbing together in ways that made them both pant and gasp and groan, but Sophia only felt aware of the times their bodies met. Every moment was the most intense moments of their lovemaking again and again, bodies helplessly shaking and clutching and rolling together like two candle flames pressed together.

Love her… so much…

Want her… so much…

Never want to wake up from this dream… want to be her dinner… her dessert… her mommy… her lover… her everything…!

“S-Sophia…!” Claire screamed as her thighs clenched around Sophia’s thigh.

“Claaaaire…!” Sophia groaned with her, so limp, so helpless, so trapped underneath her lover’s body and against the thigh that pressed so tightly between her own.

Please don’t make me wake up from this… Something inside of Sophia whimpered, her eyes fluttering as she grasped helplessly at the blanket underneath her. Don’t want to wake up again and have it all be a dream… Want to wake up in her arms… want her to wake up in mine…

Don’t let it be a dream again…!

Claire shuddered. Her lips pressing slowly, and tenderly into Sophia’s. The kiss lasted for what felt like forever, but something about the way that Claire’s fingers stroked at Sophia’s bared breasts, something about the way they were so warm, making her whole body feel so hot, so soothed, so weak, made it feel even more urgent that she express herself.

Need to tell her…

Need her to know how I fee-ee-ee…l…

But then Claire’s thumbs found her nipples, flicking, twisting, and a wave of soporific weight rolled over Sophia’s body and mind. She could no longer writhe, only fall back helplessly against the blanket with her eyes staring dreamily up at the stars above.

Need her to know… how much I love her…

How much she’s what I want…

What I…

Need…

Nnn…

Sophia’s face twitched for a moment. Her thighs clenched. Her hands squeezed at the blanket. Then, all at once, those struggles ceased. Her body loosened. Her expression lost the faintest hints of discomfort, or anything more complicated than warm, soothing bliss.

Claire stroked along her cheeks, nose rubbing gently against Sophia’s. “You belong to me, Sophia… not because anyone else gave you to me… but because you want me, and I want you… You belong to me, because that’s what makes both of us… the happiest…”

“Ha-appiest…” Sophia softly, and distantly mewled. “I… belong to you…”

“You do…” Claire smiled, kissing so softly, so slowly at her lips. “You belong to me, and I’m going to take care of you, to love you… to show you all of my passion, and be here to respond for all of yours… To fulfill you, and have you fulfill me… And this time, it isn’t because you were a gift. I’ve earned this…”

“You’ve… earned… this…” Sophia tiredly groaned out her agreement. More and more of her muscles loosened by the moment as Claire stroked along her shoulders, down along her arms, and then back up to her shoulders to stroke down and squeeze her hips.

Something about Claire’s touch felt like it was so bright, so warm, that it loosened up every sore part of Sophia’s body. It loosened her up, and the world melted further away with each gentle touch.

Weightless and warm, Sophia could do nothing as she felt Claire lift her up, and then hold food up to her lips.

“So tonight, I’m going to take care of you, and we’re going to wake up together.”

Won’t… need to forget…?

Sophia’s mind quivered, and her toes curled.

“We’ll see what happens in the morning…”

Sophia groaned, and obeyed her owner’s commands to open her mouth, and bite down. A moment later, she obeyed the command to chew.