The Sauna Part 98

The week flew by quickly and I was glad I was busy at work as it made the time go quicker. Jon and I lived a relatively normal existence and we were lucky as his identity remained a secret from the people in town. The paparazzi hadn’t yet discovered where I lived and we were left in comparative peace. Finally, it was Friday.

Jon was ready and waiting when I arrived home from work. We had decided we’d go to dinner and then try and find the costume store. I changed out of my work clothes and we hopped in the car and headed north with Jon at the wheel.

We got off the thruway and headed directly towards the store, figuring we’d see what restaurants were nearby. I remembered we were near Brennan’s and suggested we go there, hoping it wouldn’t be too crowded if we got there early, but the place was jammed as usual. Jon tugged his trusty baseball cap over his head and we went in.

Brennan’s was just an Irish pub and sports bar, but they had fabulous food and they never
suffered from a lack of customers. We gave the hostess our name and made our way to the bar and ordered two glasses of wine. There was one stool left at the far end of the bar and Jon pointed towards it. As we approached, a burly man with what did not appear to be his first glass of beer sat down and grinned at us. Jon squeezed my waist, annoyed, and guided us over towards a tall table with no chairs, but away from the crowded bar.

We chatted about the week, sipping our wine, and Jon glanced occasionally at the television monitor which was showing a hockey game at the moment. I went to the bar and got change for the jukebox and I was looking for any Bon Jovi songs to play when I felt a familiar hand on my ass. I smiled and turned around, and was shocked to see the drunk asshole with the beer leering at me when I expected to find Jon.

“I’d say it looks like yer boyfriend there ain’t paying attention” he slurred.

I was about to respond when I saw Jon’s hand on the guy’s shoulder as he spun him around to face him.

“And I’d say your wrong there, friend” Jon said as he smiled menacingly.

I couldn’t see the man’s face anymore as his back was turned to me, but I made my way around to stand in back of Jon. I slid my arms around his waist and put my chin against his shoulder and whispered in his ear.

“No harm done, baby. C’mon, our table should be ready soon” I coaxed and Jon turned his head to kiss my cheek.

“Do we understand each other?” he asked, eyeing the man intently, but still smiling and I could feel the muscles tightening in his arm where I was holding it.

The guy nodded and Jon turned around, escorting me back towards the jukebox to make my selections. He stood there protectively while I found ‘Wanted’ and ‘Always’ and a couple other songs from U2. We made our way back to our drinks, Jon’s hand never leaving the small of my back, as he shouldered us through the crowd.

“That’s never happened here before” I explained, surprised myself as it was an unusual experience, especially at such an early hour.

“The guy was just waiting for an opportunity. I saw him watching us from the bar. I’m glad I was paying attention” Jon said, sipping his wine.

“Me too, I thought it was you behind me until I turned around” I explained, relaxing now that it was over.

“I wasn’t the only one watching you, babe. The bartender’s been looking this way too and keeping an eye on you. He was ready to step in if I hadn’t” he said, grinning now.

“Oh no, do you think he recognizes you in spite of the baseball cap? And I just played Bon Jovi too” I asked, rolling my eyes.

“It wasn’t me he was looking at, darlin’, he’s been watching you” Jon said smoothly. “When I’m out with you, I expect to have to defend my turf. You really don’t notice, do you babe?”

“No, I just notice the women looking at you” I laughed.

Just then we heard my name called over the PA and we made our way through the thickening crowd to the hostess. She escorted us to a small table towards the back, away from the bar and handed us menus. I immediately located my favorite, chicken saltimbocca, and I closed my menu while Jon looked through his.

“You know what you want already?” he asked.

“Yep, I always get the same thing” I replied, pointing to it on his menu.

“Sounds good, I’ll try it too” he said closing his menu.

The waitress took our orders and Jon ordered a carafe of white wine and some shrimp cocktails. We were both pretty hungry now and we dug in as soon as it arrived. The meal itself took a while and we were halfway through the wine when it was served.

“Delicious” Jon mumbled through his first mouthful and I nodded.

We ate ravenously and I was stuffed, unable to finish. Jon, however, was a bottomless pit at times, and grinned when I offered him the last of my chicken which he devoured in several forkfuls. And he still had room for dessert, choosing a piece of amaretto cheesecake. I tried a bite, but was too full for more, so Jon finished it by himself.

“You were really hungry, weren’t you?” I giggled.

“Yeah, I was starving. And that was really good. I never had that before. I’m glad I passed on the steak I was thinking about” he said, patting his belly proudly.

Jon paid the bill with his credit card and the waitress smiled when she returned it to him.

“Thank you, Mr. Bon Jovi. I hope you enjoyed everything?” she asked.

“It was great. Thanks” Jon smiled and she blushed, hesitating before she spoke.

“Could I possibly get you to autograph the bill? No one will believe me that I waited on you otherwise. I’ve been a big fan for years, but I didn’t even recognize you until you gave me your card” she asked tentatively.

“Sure, doll. Here you go” Jon answered obligingly, handing her the autographed bill and flashing her that million dollar smile.

I might as well have been a piece of furniture I thought ruefully. She thanked Jon, her eyes never even glancing my way once. We stood up and Jon helped me on with my jacket and steered me towards the door as he glanced over at the bar. I noticed that the drunk from earlier was no where in sight and breathed a sigh of relief as we walked to the car.

The costume store was just down the road and fortunately they were open late as Halloween was approaching. We browsed through the store and found the costumes we were looking for finally. I really favored the blue pinstripe suit for Jon, but I couldn’t decide on what dress I liked for me, but the feather boa was a must. I held up two dresses I liked and Jon prompted me to go and try them while he tried the gangster suit I’d chosen.

The first dress was a mauve and brown long gown with long velvet gloves and pearls and was quite elegant looking. I emerged from the dressing room and scanned the nearby aisles for Jon, catching his attention as he looked up from a rack a few aisles over. He approached the dressing room and smiled his approval as he gave me a long look.

I added the feather boa and the velvet skull cap hat and he stood alongside me as we gazed in the mirror. He looked very dapper in the suit and we could have passed for Bonnie and Clyde as he’d managed to find a toy machine gun to accompany his outfit.

“I like it” he said, admiring our reflection in the mirror. “Try the other one, though. I’ll wait” he prompted.

I returned to the dressing room and began slipping off the gloves, when I heard the curtain move. I glanced over my shoulder to see Jon grinning wickedly and holding the slave costume he’d shown me online.

“I was hoping you’d forgotten about that!” I said disapprovingly.

“Not a chance” he cackled, helping me step out of the gown. “Please?” he said sweetly, handing it to me.

There wasn’t much to it; a shiny black and blue bustier and a matching fake leather mini skirt, a studded collar and long black velvet gloves. I indulged him and stepped into the skirt and wriggled into the bustier, my breasts straining at the seams. Jon loosened the laces in the front until I was barely covered, but at least I could breathe. He snapped the collar on and stood back, admiring his choice.

“You’re right, babe. I wouldn’t let you out of the house in that” he observed.

I reached past him for the gloves and he gave a small groan as my breasts made contact with his chest. I could feel the hard bulge pressing against my belly as his hands slid under the skirt, caressing my bare ass, as he crushed me harder against him.

“I see you do like this, don’t you?” I teased as his fingers squeezed my breast, exposing a nipple just above the top of the bustier.

“Uh-huh” he murmured as his tongue slithered across the hardened tip.

“Baby, you’d better take this off before I fuck you right here. We can have our own party at home” he chuckled as he untied the laces.

“Should I still try the other dress? I rather liked the first one” I asked, stepping out of the skirt.

“No need if you liked the first one. Let’s go home” he said, his voice huskier than usual as his eyes lingered on my naked body.

“Jon, are you going to change or do you plan to wear your costume?” I asked, reminding him he was still in the gangster suit.

“Oh, right. I’ll go change” he said, realizing his clothes were in the other dressing room.

I put my clothes back on and carefully folded the other two costumes and returned them to the plastic bags they were in and waited for Jon to finish dressing while I browsed through the additional “toys” in the section where Jon found the slave costume. I was fingering a leather riding crop when he found me and I looked at him coyly.

“You are a naughty lady, aren’t you?” he smirked, his eyes sparkling.

“I certainly can be if my master wishes to discipline me” I said innocently.

“I think I could manage that” he whispered in my ear and I handed him the riding crop.

We made our way to the check out and I avoided the cashier’s eyes as we placed the three costumes and all the extras on the counter. Jon handed the guy his credit card with a smile.

“Great store you’ve got here” he said casually.

“Did you find everything you were looking for?” the man asked as he rang up our purchases.

“Sure did” Jon added, winking at me.