Chapter 1-The Search
Over the past several weeks one of Literotica's volunteer editors has assisted me in editing several stories written by this novice writer. In gratitude I wanted to do something for her in return. So with her permission I wrote a story with her in mind. This story is 6 chapters long and is dedicated to a very special person, angel love.
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There was nothing wrong with Fredricksburg but angel was ready for a change. She was a bright, educated, mature woman, and yet, one who was truly submissive by nature. She longed for the one Man/Master to whom she could submit completely and one who would tend to her needs both psychological and physical, especially in the sexual area. Having lived in Fredicksburg for some time she still had not filled that longing down in her soul. She decided a weekend away might rejuvenate her spirits and she might even find some excitement.
Angel left on Friday afternoon for Newport hoping to satisfy that longing in her soul and body. Truth be known, most men would be fortunate to have the honor of having Angel as their submissive. She had a nice figure for a mature woman including breasts and nipples that many women would die for. Angel took care of her body exercising regularly so she was in good condition physically.
Perhaps most importantly, angel knew how to please a man in every way possible. Although she had experimented with many she still longed for that perfect soul mate that would understand her need for submissiveness and love. She not only wanted to be loved but also wanted to give that love in return both emotionally and physically.
Angel was also smart enough to know that submission for its own sake would do her no good. Likewise just submitting to any Tom, Dick or Harry would not fulfill the longing in her soul and would only lead to temporary physical satisfaction, if even that.
As she drove down interstate 95 towards Richmond she let her mind fantasize about her ideal soul mate. He would have to be a true Dom by nature not a wannabe. He would understand her submissive nature and respect her for it. She could look to him for leadership and to be strong like a man should be. He could discipline her when she needed it but do it out of love. He would be able to combine the delicate art of combining discipline and sexual pleasure not only in the physical sense but the emotional sense as well. She would truly look to him as her Master and would be eager to do his bidding no matter where he took her.
When they played in bed together he would truly understand the art of love making between a Dom and a submissive. Like a concertmaster playing the violin he would know every line in her naked body and how to play it. He would understand both the sublime and the crescendos of her passion and could match it with his own. He would be able to play her body and soul until it reached heights of pleasure she had never known. He would be able, without commanding, to put her in her own sub space of pleasure.
Angel could not help the passion that was beginning to build in her own body as she contemplated her sensuous thoughts. Her nipples were beginning to harden pushing against her soft red cashmere sweater. She had not worn a bra and loved the feel of the cashmere on her bare breasts and nipples. She was breathing a little harder now, which caused her nipples to rub even more against the soft fabric; only adding to her excitement.
Without even thinking about it she let her hand slide under the bottom of her sweater and work its way up to her breasts and nipples. She was quite proud of her full mature breasts and had every right to be. As she played with them she let her mind pretend that it was her Dom doing it to her. She alternated between pinching her nipples hard and then scratching them gently with her fingernails sending delightful shivers throughout her body.
She could already feel the juices flowing between her legs and her clit almost screaming for attention or so it seemed. She wore a black skirt with an elastic waistband that made it easy to get into to. Angel let her right hand slip down into the top of her skirt and into the waistband of her panties. She loved the feel of her soft tender flesh as she gently massaged the area just above her V patch. Her fingers circled that area gently titillating it. Each time she would come closer and closer to her love channel. It was almost like a naughty child not sure she should go there but sneaking up on it a bit at a time.
As she gently teased her own body her feminine feelings of sensuality and passion began to overwhelm her. It was not long before her fingers found there rightful place and began to gently massage her clit. Her feminine juices were already flowing so it was easy to massage that wonderful sex spot. The pressure began to build as she imagined her Dom touching her there. She licked her red sensuous lips wanting very much to feel his tongue inside of her and to feel his swollen erect manhood inside her love channel thrusting back and forth; sometimes gently and sometimes roughly.
The honking of the car behind her quickly jolted her back to reality. Here she was on interstate 95 doing 90 miles per hour and totally unaware of the dangerous traffic around her. She had not realized that she was weaving back and forth on the highway. She smiled to herself as the man sped around her flipping her the bird, thinking to herself if he only knew the whole story. She laughed to herself thinking that if he knew her mind right now they could have pulled off at a rest stop somewhere and enjoyed each other's bodies.
Of course on the other hand he might have decided to pull her panties down, take her over his knee and give her a good sound spanking for endangering both their lives. Angel could almost picture herself lying bare bottomed over his knee squirming and wiggling as he spanked her.
The more she thought about it though she concluded he was actually quite rude about the whole thing. He was probably one of those little wimps who gets behind the wheel of a car and suddenly becomes macho man. If he ever got confronted he would probably shrink into his shell. Angel laughed to herself thinking that maybe what he deserved was to be confronted by a fem Domme who would give him a good sound spanking on his bare behind with a nice big wooden backed hairbrush.
Thinking about that prospect did bring her temporary satisfaction allowing her to forget that she was the one who was driving like some teenage girl. Likewise she was still tensed up from having worked over her breasts, nipples and clit. She had concluded, however, that driving down the highway and trying to satisfy her sexual needs was not a good idea.
Fortunately, she came across a rest area near a large park where she could pull over and satisfy her needs. There weren't a lot of people around this early in the day; for which she was grateful. She pulled down at the far end of the parking area away from all the other cars so she could have a little privacy. She undid her seat belt and slid her chair back to give herself more room.
Once angel got comfortable, she resumed where she had left off earlier, but this time with both hands free. She raised her sweater so she could get to both of her breasts and nipples quite easily. She laid her head back on the headrest and tried to pretend it was her Dom playing with her. Just like she imagined he would alternate between rubbing her breasts gently and squeezing them hard. She would glide over her nipples with her fingers and sometimes pinch them almost cruelly. In either case, it sent shock waves down her body that seemed to end between her legs.
She wished desperately that a Dom was there to be doing this to her. His hands would be stronger and rougher and she could lean back and simply enjoy it. Perhaps after fondling them he could put his mouth on them and let his tongue glide over her sensitive but hard nipples. One thing angel had learned in life though was that it's like a banana split. If you can't get the whole thing, enjoy the part you can get, while you wait for the whole thing to come.
Even the thought of her Dom working on her breasts and nipples was sending waves of pleasure through her body. She gradually let one hand slip down inside her skirt and past the waistband of her panties. Again she pretended it was her Dom allowing his fingers to find that precious spot that could really turn her on. Of course she would prefer to have her Dom right there with one hand on her breasts and nipples, the other between her legs, his tongue exploring hers as she stroked his cock with one hand and her other hand pulling him closer. For now she would have to pretend.
It took very little time for angel to bring herself to an orgasm just thinking about it. Although she had brought herself a degree of physical pleasure it had not satisfied the longing down in her soul. Perhaps she would find the answer in Newton.
Angel laid her head back closing her yes and rested briefly only to be disturbed by a knock on her car window startling her. She looked over blushing deeply to see a police officer standing there.
"Are you okay ma-am?" he asked.
"Yes officer," she answered, shaking in side, hoping he hadn't seen her.
"Just checking ma-am," he said, "You were kind of alone and I just wanted to be sure you were okay."
"I'm fine; just a little tired," she lied.
"Well okay," he said, "I'll leave you alone. I have to be on my way anyway. We had a call about a reckless driver on the freeway and I have to go find her. Boy will she get a couple of tickets when I catch her."
With that he turned and left. Angel had only caught a glimpse of him but he was tall, dark, and fairly good-looking. God how lucky I am she thought to herself, not only did I not get caught and get a ticket but he didn't see me playing with myself. Although she had to admit having that good looking police officer seeing her might not have been all that bad.
She let her head lay back to rest as she dozed off. She began to dream about that good-looking burly police officer. As she neared the rest area she could see his lights flashing in her rear view mirror as he pulled her over. Damn she thought to herself what did I do. She politely rolled down her window as he approached her car.
"Good afternoon ma-am," he said firmly, "Let me see your license and registration, and proof of insurance!"
Angel looked frantically and could not find her license. She remembered using it when she cashed a check but had left it in her other purse. She had just renewed her insurance and had not placed the card in the car. Likewise, she could not find the car's registration.
"I'm sorry officer," she said blushing with embarrassment, "I don't have them with me."
The officer frowned and gave her a look that bore right through poor angel.
"Well ma-am," he said firmly, "I am going to have to take you in. I clocked you at 90 miles an hour and you were weaving in and out of traffic! Now you tell me you have no driver's license, no registration, and no insurance."
"Oh please officer; I have all those things just not with me. I didn't realize I was speeding and driving recklessly."
