Just make sure your subbie is working twice as hard, too! Love you, girl.”
Sarah had sent a little video to my phone on the drive, but I only opened it while Aston was taking a bathroom break. It totally cracked me up and set the tone for the rest of the day. This was going to be fun.
The drive to upstate New York was somewhat uneventful after our little excursion. After I-90, we ended up on 62 North. The road was two lanes per side, so we were able to zip by the occasional slowpoke. There was a ton of roadkill, possibly from the acres upon acres of woods and farmland we passed, so that helped quell my appetite. I didn’t want to eat after seeing and smelling the fifth dead skunk. We played a bit of license plate bingo, but for the most part we just listened to tunes and watched the world go by as we talked. Aston offhandedly mentioned we could see Cooperstown’s National Baseball Hall of Fame, but neither of us were that interested. We were more interested in actually talking, learning more and more about each other with every mile that passed. Aston told me about his nieces and nephews and spoke about them as though they were his own kids. I learned he was an avid Patriots fan. I had no interest in football, but Aston’s excitement was so infectious that I actually considered seeing if we could get some tickets once the season rolled around.
He was a really cool guy, I began to realize. My heart warmed to him a bit and he became more of a real person as the pieces started to fit together.
As the day dribbled into night and the sky darkened, we started to plan.
“Should we stop somewhere nearby or just keep going until we get to Niagara?” I asked.
“There are probably nicer hotels closer to the touristy stuff, so maybe we could just keep going.”
I tapped my chin, then looked at the GPS on my phone. “It’s still two hours away. I think I’d rather stay somewhere around here, grab a bite, and head out early tomorrow to see the Falls.”
Aston’s lip curled a bit as we passed a Howard Johnson and other low-priced hotel chains. “Whatever Mistress wants,” he said, but I knew he wasn’t happy about it.
“You’re not going to get bed bugs, you snob,” I joked, punching his arm.
“I guess,” he said, brooding.
We happened to be on a stretch of road that was populated with plenty of restaurants and hotels, and after about a minute, Aston pulled into a DoubleTree Suites that was adjacent to a grocery store.
“Do we need a suite?” I asked.
Aston drove into a spot and smiled. “Suite means kitchen. I’m cooking for you tonight.”
“Make it light,” I said. “Don’t forget I need to squeeze into a wiggle-dress in two weeks.”
He nodded and grabbed our luggage. “Do you need all of it tonight?”
“Just the smallest one,” I replied. “The other suitcases have my pinup stuff.”
He shook his head. “Damn, I should have been a photographer.”
I gave his ass a pinch. “Maybe I’ll let you do a photo shoot some time on the trip, if you’re a good boy.”
Aston pulled our luggage and we checked into the hotel. The room wasn’t bad and had a big open kitchen that led out to a living room. The bathroom wasn’t spectacular, but it was updated and had a nice big tub. One bedroom had two queen beds and the other had a king.
I paused at the choice. I mean, we were sleeping together, but were we going to actually sleep in the same bed on the trip? Sleeping in the same bed implied a relationship that was more than just D/s, but sleeping in separate beds in the same room seemed sort of creepy. Maybe I should take the king to myself, invite him in for a spanking, then banish him to the other bedroom if he didn’t perform to my standards?
Aston had left both pieces of luggage in the living room while I explored. I decided that it should stay there, for now, until I decided where it should go.
“I’m going to hit up that grocery store,” Aston said, glancing down at his phone.
Sarah had sent a little video to my phone on the drive, but I only opened it while Aston was taking a bathroom break. It totally cracked me up and set the tone for the rest of the day. This was going to be fun.
The drive to upstate New York was somewhat uneventful after our little excursion. After I-90, we ended up on 62 North. The road was two lanes per side, so we were able to zip by the occasional slowpoke. There was a ton of roadkill, possibly from the acres upon acres of woods and farmland we passed, so that helped quell my appetite. I didn’t want to eat after seeing and smelling the fifth dead skunk. We played a bit of license plate bingo, but for the most part we just listened to tunes and watched the world go by as we talked. Aston offhandedly mentioned we could see Cooperstown’s National Baseball Hall of Fame, but neither of us were that interested. We were more interested in actually talking, learning more and more about each other with every mile that passed. Aston told me about his nieces and nephews and spoke about them as though they were his own kids. I learned he was an avid Patriots fan. I had no interest in football, but Aston’s excitement was so infectious that I actually considered seeing if we could get some tickets once the season rolled around.
He was a really cool guy, I began to realize. My heart warmed to him a bit and he became more of a real person as the pieces started to fit together.
As the day dribbled into night and the sky darkened, we started to plan.
“Should we stop somewhere nearby or just keep going until we get to Niagara?” I asked.
“There are probably nicer hotels closer to the touristy stuff, so maybe we could just keep going.”
I tapped my chin, then looked at the GPS on my phone. “It’s still two hours away. I think I’d rather stay somewhere around here, grab a bite, and head out early tomorrow to see the Falls.”
Aston’s lip curled a bit as we passed a Howard Johnson and other low-priced hotel chains. “Whatever Mistress wants,” he said, but I knew he wasn’t happy about it.
“You’re not going to get bed bugs, you snob,” I joked, punching his arm.
“I guess,” he said, brooding.
We happened to be on a stretch of road that was populated with plenty of restaurants and hotels, and after about a minute, Aston pulled into a DoubleTree Suites that was adjacent to a grocery store.
“Do we need a suite?” I asked.
Aston drove into a spot and smiled. “Suite means kitchen. I’m cooking for you tonight.”
“Make it light,” I said. “Don’t forget I need to squeeze into a wiggle-dress in two weeks.”
He nodded and grabbed our luggage. “Do you need all of it tonight?”
“Just the smallest one,” I replied. “The other suitcases have my pinup stuff.”
He shook his head. “Damn, I should have been a photographer.”
I gave his ass a pinch. “Maybe I’ll let you do a photo shoot some time on the trip, if you’re a good boy.”
Aston pulled our luggage and we checked into the hotel. The room wasn’t bad and had a big open kitchen that led out to a living room. The bathroom wasn’t spectacular, but it was updated and had a nice big tub. One bedroom had two queen beds and the other had a king.
I paused at the choice. I mean, we were sleeping together, but were we going to actually sleep in the same bed on the trip? Sleeping in the same bed implied a relationship that was more than just D/s, but sleeping in separate beds in the same room seemed sort of creepy. Maybe I should take the king to myself, invite him in for a spanking, then banish him to the other bedroom if he didn’t perform to my standards?
Aston had left both pieces of luggage in the living room while I explored. I decided that it should stay there, for now, until I decided where it should go.
“I’m going to hit up that grocery store,” Aston said, glancing down at his phone.
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