Walk in the Park

You settle everything with Layla nestled close at your side, one of your arms around her shoulders as you revel in the touch of her short but shapely form against you. It's rare to be with anyone shorter than yourself. You turn to look into Layla's adoring eyes and plant a little kiss on the tip of her nose. She cutely goes cross-eyed for a moment to look at the spot you kissed and then gives you a little squeeze.

Finally, with the paperwork complete, you and she head out, but you don't go home just yet. You want to get to know Layla a bit so you take her for a stroll in the park. You get the impression that she's not used to talking about herself, but eventually she opens up, telling you she's not that familiar with the outside world, just what she learned in the "obedience school", things like domestic skills and the basic sexual techniques course.

"I was told I wouldn't need any more," she says meekly, "because my master would train me for what he liked best."

"Well, I think we'll be learning together, there," you admit, "but what do you like best?"

Layla's face acquires an expression of intense concentration as if she's never been asked that question before (and probably she hasn't.) Still, she soon has an answer.

"Rocky road ice cream," she says, "snuggling, and mazes."

"Mazes, really?" you say, starting to get an idea.

"I was best of my brood at mazes," Layla says with a shy pride.

"In that case," you say, "I think we can satisfy all three right here. Come with me."

Snuggling is easy, you're doing that now. As for the rocky road, you take Layla to a park ice cream vendor and get a couple cones. As for the maze, you take Layla to the center of the park where The Maze is. It's like a hedge maze, but of **** difficulty with an **** prize in the center.

"A luxury suite," you say, "were talking **** luxury. Everything. We find it and it is unoccupied, we get it for twenty-four hours. What do you think.?

Layla seems both excited by the challenge of the maze and by the prize, as well as the chance to show off to you. She looks at three possible entrances and nods.

?I think,? she says, ?we should go in through this one.?

And so you?re off with her, scampering through the maze. She finds which way to go and you solve the riddles and puzzles to get past obstacles. Every time that Layla figures out where to go, she squeaks happily and does a little butt-shaking dance which you find absolutely adorable. Finally, the two of you make it to the suite and lay claim to it. Inside, Layla bounces around with glee.

?We did it!? she squeaks, ?We did it!?

You just have to take her in your arms, lifting her up and swinging her around in your embrace. Then, as the two of you look into each others eyes, it?s inevitable. You kiss her deeply and after she squeaks, tensing up a moment, she flings her arms around you, kissing back with mad passion, clinging to you with **** need. Her pelvis grinds suddenly against you and she?s kissing you as if her life depends on it. Oh dear lord how you want her right then.