Court Record Chapter Eight - Sex Stories

Court Record Chapter Eight

... wearing new “camp councilor” clothing purchase last night. Sarah had supervised the purchases which included a very preppy plaid necktie. “Sarah, anyone who sees this tie on me will see your name written right across my chest. Remember, if anyone laughs at me, this is your idea of what I should be wearing up here.” Sarah looked over as they drove along and finally the zinger, “Yep Scotty; sure says something like that. It says you belong to me. You look cute. You are going to fit right in. Now quit looking over here at my legs. You chose this outfit for me. Don’t tell me this doesn’t say I belong to you as well. So just keep your eyes on the road.” She laughed. Sarah was wearing an outfit Scotty had bought her last night as well. This time he had actually talked to the Anne, the clerk. He wanted just the right things for Sarah to be wearing for the events up here. Sarah was traveling up to Evenrude in tailored dark blue Ralph Lauren Capri’s, a white short sleeved blouse, with a light weight blue vest. She looked wonderful. It was not the preppy stuff he thought might be the “in” thing at Evenrude; it was top fashion for a mature woman as described by Anne. It was a conservative outfit that just happened to emphasize so many of Sarah features. Her new bra was a full size larger than her previous one and together with this new blouse it told the world she was a woman for sure. Clem loved the look, but when he saw her wearing the outfit in the store he insisted Anne included ...

... the vest in her recommendations. The Capri’s were wonderfully tailored. Clem allowed himself to believe that the summer of hard work in the apple orchards had contributed to her remarkable shapeliness. Scotty was very quiet as he drove. He loved this young lady so much that at times he felt very selfish. He could get down on himself easily. Their relationship had only added to Sarah’s screwed up home life to further deny her a normal life. At this age her world should include association with guys her own age. He knew she had enjoyed just such relationships previous summers up here at music camp. It just had to be. As planned they arrived at Brighton Inn about eleven thirty in the morning. The complications began right away as they sat in the parking lot debating how to register. Sarah had made their reservation by phone; one room, one king sized bed. That seemed very good at the time, but how would it look for the two of them to walk in and sign up for such an intimate arrangement? What names should they use? She had just used Sarah Wanewrite to reserve the room, but she had used Clem Warren’s credit card. A short conversation later, Sarah was the one who approached the desk in the lobby while Scotty went over to place their bag next to a large chair. He turned to join her only to find she was already walking toward him with the key cards in her hand, “No problems sweetheart.” She offered, “I gave my name as Sarah Warren since I used your credit card. He never looked at the ...