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“Long ago it must be
I have a photograph
Preserve your memories
They’re all that’s left you”
- Bookends, Simon & Garfunkel
An eight-hour work day was enough to make Jake drop dead from exhaustion. He could barely find the energy to get back to his apartment and collapse on his bed. A sixteen-hour work day felt like a violation of the prohibition against cruel and unusual punishment.
Two weeks of sixteen-hour workdays, and Jake felt like he had been a working guest at a Stalinist gulag. Out of pity, Emma gave him the last shift off, letting him return home for some much needed rest. He fell asleep on the subway, asking the passenger beside him to wake him up at his stop.
It took all his remaining strength to crawl to his building. Sleep weighed heavily on his droopy eyes and there were visible bags underneath. Paying his half of the rent had never taken so much out of him.
The door was strangely unlocked. Curious, he entered. His sleepy eyes opened wide as he surveyed the living room. There were candles on every conceivable surface, lit in a surreal display of fiery illumination. The electric lights themselves were switched off.
He took a step forward and his foot caught on something. He bent down and picked up a dress. It seemed to have been thrown hastily on the floor. His eyes found the bottom half of the dress strewn a few feet to the right. Following the fabric trail farther, he found some female undergarments bunched up close together, a few feet from the bedroom door. Katrina’s door.
Jake walked past the trail, not sure what to expect. Against his better judgement, his hand turned the doorknob. He had barely opened the door, when he felt his eyes burning themselves out of his skull.
On the bed lay his dear roommate, without a stitch of clothing on her body. Glittery ribbons had been draped around her torso, waist and thighs. Her arms were also wrapped and placed behind her back. She lay face down on the bed, like an elaborate Christmas present.
There was a wicked gleam in her eyes as her head turned towards the door. It rapidly changed to shock and horror as she saw Jake’s wide-eyed stare.
“I’m so sorry. I should have knocked,” he mumbled, incoherently before hastily turning around and rushing out the way he came. In doing so, he snagged his foot on the carpet and tripped. His right arm came out to break his fall. Pain roared through his forearm. He had not broken any bones, but his wrist was sprained.
“Jake! Are you all right?” she cried out, rushing to his side.
“I’ll be fine. Just need some ice,” he groaned, grimacing through the obvious pain. “Oh God. Please put something on.”
“Let’s get you to your room first,” Katrina said, lifting him off the floor.
She helped him to his room. His knee was scraped from the fall, so he limped along gingerly.
“How was your day?” she said innocently, hoping he would not ask her about her ribbon dressing pose.
“Tiring,” he said, leaning on her naked body for support. He felt her full, round breast against his chest and quickly backed off.
“God!” Kat exclaimed, rolling her eyes. “They’re just tits. It’s okay to be in contact with one.”
He collapsed on his bed, his body utterly unwilling to move an inch.
“What’s with the gift dress?”
“Oh it’s nothing,” she waved off, “I was giving myself as a present to someone. Think of it as roleplay.”
He groaned inwardly. New relationship, new problems, a new disaster looming. Katrina Bauer never had an uncomplicated boyfriend.
“Do I want to know?” he said, kicking off his shoes, wincing with the pain in his knee, earnestly looking away from the naked present beside his bed.
“Remember that critic who gave me a trashy review for my last opening? The professor of Modern Art at Hofstra University?” said Katrina, pulling off his socks. “I was pissed, so I went to tell him what I thought of his review. Apparently my art ‘lacks vision and imagination’ and it resembled the ‘finger painting of a three year old’. I went to his office yesterday.”
“Oh that guy,” said Jake, vaguely remembering the newspaper review. “Dean Hamilton. Wait a second! Did you…?”
Katrina grinned with a mixture of guilt and victory in her eyes.
“Twice in his office yesterday afternoon and once at his place last night.”
“Isn’t he like seventy?” he said, unable to hide the amazement in his voice.
“Only sixty five,” she shot back with a glare for good measure, “That doesn’t matter. Age is only a number. He is a brilliant person and he knows so much about Impressionism and Modern Art. And if I say so myself, he is so good in the sack. So tender, so giving.”
Her reminiscing had her aroused to the point that her nipples stood out of her chest like hard points. There was also a dampness between her legs.
“It’s okay, I can do without details!” he yelled. “How does he even get it up?”
“With little blue pills, of course,” she said triumphantly, “But the pills don’t give him his gifted tongue. That is absolutely my favourite part of his anatomy.”
“I think I know way too much about Dr. Hamilton now,” he sighed, his eyes clamped shut. “But why call him back here?”
“I didn’t know you were coming back after only one shift tonight. I was expecting Dean. I’m so sorry I startled you.”
“It’s okay. I’ll get out of your hair. Now, can you please go back to your room so I can open my eyes and not see nudity?”
Katrina hurried out. Jake kept his eyes closed for a few more minutes. His roommate was going through a worse-than-usual string of boyfriends at the moment. Few others knew her the way he did, and the signs did not bode well at all.
His mind was way too tired to dwell on that. He surrendered himself to a deep and dreamless sleep in his office clothes.
After the mishap with Jake, Katrina returned to her gift-wrapped position on her bed. For one fleeting moment, she had a vision of Jake coming and removing her ribbons, slowly, with that caring smile on his face.
Shrugging off her silly fantasy, she waited expectantly. At last she heard the welcome opening of the doorknob. Soft footfalls echoed and gradually got closer. Her skin was tingling with excitement as her door was pushed open.
The tall form of Dean Hamilton stood in the doorway. Despite his advanced years, he was in remarkably good shape. He carried himself with dignified poise and regal elegance. There were creases and wrinkles along his cheek, accompanying tufts of silver hair along his earline. His eyes sparkled with an inner fire that burned strong even at this age.
“Hello Katrina,” he said in his deep baritone. “I see you have a present for me.”
She responded by rolling over on her front, giggling coquettishly. Her ample breasts came into view, partially covered by a flimsy ribbon. Her eyes looked up at his face.
“Won’t you unwrap your present now?” she said, raising a coy finger to her lips, looking at him with a gaze of earnest expectation.
“I’d be delighted to!” exclaimed Dr Hamilton, “Or as they say in France Il serait pour moi un privilège.”
“Je t’aime,” she smiled, “Every part of you.”
He leaned in and kissed her. His experienced tongue lapped at her mouth, drawing her tongue out and entangling it in a passionate duel. She locked her lips against his and drew him into a torrid kiss, frothing the saliva in his mouth with her dexterous tongue.
Katrina put her hands around his neck, pulling him over until he was on top of her. Their kiss remained intact as she explored the inner regions of his mouth with a hungry intensity. One of her hands reached down into the waistband of his trousers and fondled his cock. It seemed to resist her efforts.
“I am not as young as I once was, my dear,” he said, smiling at her through a few wrinkles. “Yesterday was the most strenuous day I have seen in many years, and the most satisfying as well.”
She began undoing his buttons. One of his hands reached behind her back to cup her ass. She moaned gently as his hands grabbed both her cheeks and mashed them against each other. His index finger made a long caress down the length of her crack, teasing her hole on the way.
“Mmmm… your finger feels so good.”
Dr Hamilton smiled and slowly dragged his finger back up, this time pausing at her hole for a more thorough inspection. His fingertip barely went past her sphincter, when she moaned loudly into his ear.
“Oooh… a little more please. I love being penetrated back there.”
“Soon enough, Katrina. Soon enough you will feel more than my fingers at your backdoor.”
“I look forward to it,” she said, pushing her tongue into his mouth again. “Have you had your pill?”
“Yes. But you have to remember my age. Give it some time.”
Katrina turned him over so he lay face up. Her tongue started at the top of his chest and zigzagged its way down past his silvery pelt of chest hair, until it was level with his mass of pubic hair. His semi-hard rod drooped outward.
She stabbed at the middle of it with her tongue, causing a tremor. She smiled and repeated her action, causing a more pronounced shudder from his organ. Holding it up, she swallowed the entirety of it in her mouth.
Dr Hamilton’s eyes went wide as he felt her tongue caress his organ and slurp all around it. He held her head, letting her golden tresses slide through his fingers. She bobbed up and down, gradually bringing his member to full hardness.
Detaching her face from his erection, she took a moment to admire her handiwork. It was erect and of a decent size as well. Her long tongue sneaked out and she jabbed at his crown with the tip.
“Turn over, my dear.”
Taking her cue, Kat swung her leg over his recumbent form until her delicious pussy hovered on his face. He stuck his tongue out, inserting it deep into her sopping wet flesh, causing her to moan. Her eyes clamped shut as she lost herself in the abyss of pleasure.
They continued in their 69. Both of them felt a simultaneous stirring. The two trains of ecstasy hurtled towards each other. Closer and closer they came, willing each other to a tremendous climax and then finally….
In a stupendous moment of mutual climax, the riptide of orgasm tore through their bodies at once. Dr Hamilton shot his sperm deep into her throat while she gushed all over his tongue. Too spent to move, they lay in their 69 position, sweating against each other.
“Round two?” said Katrina, hope in her gasping tone.
“Give it some time.”
Jake slept soundly for the first time in ages. Two weeks of deferred sleep caught up to him. The next day was Sunday, and he fully intended to get up at noon. His sore muscles ached for somnolent indulgence.
Those plans were hastily thrown out the window. A high pitched shriek in the middle of the night disturbed his slumber. His heavy eyes narrowed in exhausted despair. Hurricane Katrina was brewing in the distance.
It took all his strength to drag himself out of bed. In the distance, he heard the familiar symphony of bipolar rage exploding against the walls. Shaking off his sleep, he staggered past the kitchenette into her room. He needed to get there before she hurt herself.
“Can you fucking believe what he did?” came the enraged voice.
“What?” replied Jake, frankly too tired to care.
“He screamed out his dead wife’s name when he was up my ass. Like I was a surrogate for her. The bastard!!”
The sleep temporarily went away. He rubbed his eyes to alertness as his mind processed the latest bit of information. Dr Hamilton had fallen short of Katrina’s expectations.
“Here,” he said, opening his arms for her.
Still muttering under her breath, she walked into his hug and held him tightly.
“He seemed so good. Despite his age, he was so sexy,” she sobbed, “And that was all I was to him, an image of his dead wife. That was all he saw in me.”
Jake caressed her hair softly. His fingers took their time on her scalp, pressing gently. Her sobs shook her body, each one causing her idea of love to break apart some more.
“Why can’t anybody love me for just … me?” she choked through the tears. “Am I that unworthy of love? I need to be someone else to be loved.”
“Don’t ever say that about yourself. Katrina Bauer is a wonderful person, whether any one else sees it or not.”
“You’re right,” she said, releasing a fresh wave of tears, “No one else sees it but you.”
The storm had passed. She was stable again. Melancholia swept through her body, robbing her of her usual mirth and rendering her tone listless. Jake had seen this depth of despondency before and it never got easier seeing it.
“Can I sleep with you tonight?” she said, softly. “I don’t want to cry myself to sleep.”
“Of course you can.”
He held her tightly, leading the way to his bed.
“Wait,” said Jake, stopping midway to his room. “When you said ‘sleep with me’, did you mean…?”
“No, dumbass. I mean I’m tired and need you to cuddle me while I sleep,” she groaned.
Katrina stood in her studio, pondering over her next piece. Her heart was set on an orchard scene, something simple, yet elegant. She drew a bit, then discarded it, not liking her initial vision of the orchard. The next few attempts met a similar fate. She was on her fifth version of a cherry tree when she heard the knock.
She went to the door, puzzled at how Jake returned so soon with the groceries. The haggard figure of Dr Hamilton greeted her in the hallway. His red eyes showed his tormented, sleepless night. She glared him down.
“What are you back for?” she said in a voice that could have frosted glass.
“I want to say….”
“Save it!” and the door slammed shut in his face.
She stormed back to her easel, ignoring the persistent knocking on her door. Blocking out the sound, she started her sixth version of the recalcitrant cherry tree. Gradually, the knocking grew fainter and eventually stopped altogether.
Jake was walking up the stairs when he saw a defeated old man, slouching on his way down. Not giving it a second thought, he walked up to his door and knocked.
“Oh you’re back,” smiled Kat, “You’ll never guess who decided to show up and left just now.”
“Oh I’m sure I can guess,” he said, putting his groceries on the table. “What did he say?”
“I don’t know and quite frankly, I don’t care,” she retorted.
“Still,” pressed on Jake, unwisely. “Would it hurt to hear him out?”
“You know what?” said Kat angrily. “I don’t need relationship advice from you. Mind your own fucking business! I’m going to Central Park to get my head straight and actually paint something worth selling.”
The door slammed loudly on her way out. He sank into his recliner and sighed loudly. He needed something to cheer him up and rest those tired muscles. Almost providentially, his Blackberry started beeping. He checked the message.
Emma Byrne: Wanna meet up for lunch and some hot sex at my place? Hint- Lunch is optional
In line with the bizarre direction his life had taken over the past few weeks, a booty call from his supervisor did not seem out of place. He tried texting back, but gave up after a few typos too many. Instead he called her up and affirmed his intention.
He would be getting his cheer, just no rest for his tired muscles.
It took Katrina the better part of an hour to find a suitable spot. It overlooked a grove of birch and cherry trees and gave a perfectly undulating green landscape. The idyllic hillock was made to create great art.
She took a moment to see the surroundings in her mind’s eye. It was perfectly calm – the lush grass, the trees gently swaying to the breeze and the menagerie of birds chirping their hearts out. Her landscape would take the viewer to the place she had created in her mind.
On the seventh attempt, the cherry tree came out correctly. The trunk was slender and the leaves spread out, shadowing the shrubbery. The tint of red from the sun filtered through the mass of leaves. Satisfied with one tree, she started on drawing a small squirrel beside it. The outline of his face was done, when she felt a palm on her shoulder.
She lashed out involuntarily, narrowly missing Dr Hamilton’s face. Turning around, it took all her self-control not to stab him with the paintbrush in her hand. He immediately moved a few steps back, holding his arms out defensively.
“You followed me here?!” she said, unable to hide the seething anger in her voice.
“Just give me five minutes to talk. Five minutes, that’s all I ask.”
“You don’t get to make requests for my time any more,” she said, rage boiling under her skin. “First you trash my opening, then you fuck me over in memory of your wife. Haven’t you done enough?”
She paused to catch her breath. Her eyes flashed death rays at the elderly figure in front of her. Her tone was quivering with anger as she continued.
“You should go now. Go before my bipolarity makes me do something you will regret.”
“Two minutes then,” he pleaded earnestly.
“You get one minute. Start talking.”
“Thanks,” said Dr Hamilton. “I want you to know how much I regret what happened between us last night. I wish I could turn back time and keep my big mouth shut for once. I hurt you and for that I am truly ashamed.”
Kat looked at him with a look of bored derision as he went on.
“When you walked in through my office doors, it was like forty years ago. You reminded me of my wife. Gloria, God bless her soul, was the best thing that ever happened to me. She was my angel, my dream and my heart in one beautiful package. Our love was something I miss every waking moment of my life.”
He paused to wipe a tear from his eye.
“Your image stirred feelings inside me that I thought had died when Gloria died decades ago. I am so sorry. I had to feel loved once more. You were my Gloria, my love.”
Kat turned her head to obliquely stare at him. She tried to figure out what his next words were.
“I want you to have this,” he said, pushing a paper bag into her hands. Inside it was a felt covered box. Curiously, she opened it to see a glittering silver necklace. It was adorned with a single topaz in the centre, which radiated shards of golden light in every direction. She could not contain a gasp of amazement.
“I gave this to Gloria on our first anniversary. She loved wearing it and looked even more beautiful in it, if that was possible. I’m sure it would have the same effect on you.”
Katrina was still speechless. Her mind was in overdrive, trying to sort out the trains of thought coming from every direction.
“Once more, I want to say how deeply sorry I am. I wish you the very best. My minute is up now.”
Dr Hamilton turned to leave. He had barely gone a few paces when he heard a soft voice.
“You must have really loved her,” said Katrina, letting her fingers run over the expensive topaz.
“She was my one and only. Always will be.”
“Was she beautiful?” she asked, putting the box back in the paper bag.
“Much more than mere words can say.”
“Did you go out with her often?”
Even as he puzzled over the last question, Katrina walked up to him and asked in her sultriest voice, “Would you like to go on a date with me?”
Dr Hamilton stepped back, his mind reeling from the last statement. It took him a full minute to fully register what she asked. His mouth was gaping and his eyes were wide with amazement. She stood, anticipating an answer.
“I would love to,” he said, still in utter disbelief.
“Where should we go?”
“Forlini’s. It’s my favourite,” came the reply.
“Ah. One of the classic Manhattan restaurants. Let’s go to Forlini’s tomorrow night, shall we?”
“I’ll see you tomorrow then. I have a request to make of you,” he said. “Please wear the necklace. It would mean a lot to me if you did.”
“I will. You deserve it.”
The overload of words and emotion had Dr Hamilton staggering under its weight. He looked at her for a long while as his mind came to grips with what she was saying. In his mind, as she walked away, he seemed to see a golden halo about her being, as if she really were an angel – the angel of his memories.
The latest episode of Glee was especially boring. Same stories, same clichés and same tunes over and over in a desperate attempt to woo the viewer. Jake might have actually fallen back to sleep had he been watching it in his place.
Luckily, he was kept wide awake by the silky lips of Emma suctioning around his engorged erection. After several minutes of erotic TV viewing, he decided to turn off the garish over-acting and concentrate on the eddies of pleasure that her expert tongue imparted.
“Finally,” groaned Emma into his tool. “Now we can concentrate on the good stuff.”
Her hand reached up and pushed him deeper into the couch while she continued bobbing back and forth on his erection, coating it liberally in her saliva. Suppressing her gag, she pushed the head deep inside her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. She looked up at his awestruck face as she devoured his entire throbbing pecker.
Her talented tongue made his toes curl as she massaged every inch of his turgid flesh inside her mouth. He resigned to throwing his head back and gazing up at the ceiling while her tongue continued its methodical treatment of his raging hard-on.
One of her hands came up to fondle his balls. She played along the crease, gently tugging on his sac. The dual treatment had him on the edge of a massive blowout, when she backed off abruptly. He looked down at her with a look of pleading for her to finish it.
“You don’t get to cum just yet, Jake.”
“Because I haven’t had any yet. Now get on your knees and please me.”
Going on instinct and Katrina’s advice, he positioned his mouth against her wet lower lips. He saw her clit staring him in the face. Raising his head, he kissed it gently, causing Emma to squirm with pleasure. His tongue came out and gently lapped at it.
“You’re quite the tongue man,” Emma remarked, holding his head in place.
A little more skilfully than last time, Jake clamped his mouth around her sopping wet labia and slurped away at her fleshy caverns. His tongue made her spasm violently on the couch. Her mouth
opened as a scream of sexual ecstasy escaped her throat and reverberated around the room.
“Ooh. That is spectacular. Don’t you dare stop, or I will make sure you never cum ever again.”
“Yes ma’am,” he said, before diving back into her wet, inviting folds. She squealed with abandon as he took her clit between his teeth and used the tip of his tongue to lap against it.
“Where did you learn to do that? Why am I even asking?” she groaned as her eyes rolled back into her head with pleasure.
“Instinct,” he mumbled into her pussy. And a slew of advice from Katrina on how to do this right. I have no fucking clue what I’m doing here.
Emma wrapped her legs around his head and clamped it in place. Her thighs had him in a vice and forced his tongue deeper inside her. He kept licking, causing her slick flesh to rub all over his face.
Her liquids frothed, bubbled and boiled in her needy sex, desperate for an explosive release. Colours flashed in front of her eyes as she teetered hopelessly on the brink of a thunderous climax that would take her to places she had not dreamt of.
Abruptly, his tongue slipped back inside his mouth and he released her clit from the confines of his teeth. She held him by his hair and glared down at him.
“What did I tell you about stopping on me?”
Katrina: “It’s okay to be cheeky. Get your own from time to time.”
“If I don’t get to cum, neither do you.”
She looked down curiously at her usually meek and mild-mannered colleague. Something was definitely different about him this time.
“Fine then,” she said coquettishly. “You sit in the recliner and I’ll ride you.”
Not believing what he had just said, Jake got up and sank into the plush recliner. His erection stood out like a mighty tower. Emma approached him slowly, like a panther circling its prey. Her lusty eyes were interminably locked onto his pulsing meat.
She threw one leg on either side of him and turned around so he was looking at her back. Gently, she sank down on his member, slowly impaling herself on the hardness. Her mouth contorted in a mask of pleasure as he filled her up, stretching her walls.
Every nerve ending in her body had a current of ecstasy coursing through it. Her body writhed and shuddered and eventually passed into a fugue of sensory overload. She was fighting a losing battle not to black out to the volcanic pleasure about to erupt within her.
It simmered right under the surface, aching for violent release as she began slipping out of the realm of consciousness slowly towards the black abyss of pleasure. Her vision grew dimmer as the rampaging organ inside her thrust relentlessly against her G-spot, spurring her to greater heights of carnal ecstasy.
She violently plunged herself down, pushing the engorged tool deeper inside her as the darkness rushed closer with the promise of a shattering orgasm to engulf her senses in an ocean of bliss unmatched by any other.
In a mindblowing climax that shook her to her very core, she finally surrendered herself to the wave of blackness. Her orgasm hit her like a tsunami, washing over her being in the heated wave of pure lust.
“That was…” she lost her words and kept panting.
Sinking back onto Jake’s shrivelling member, she lay with her back against him. Skin against skin, sweaty pores exuding the aroma of an overdose of the endorphins and pheromones still coursing through their bodies as they settled back down to reality.
Emma slid off his body and said, “I think I’m going to take a shower.”
She walked off to the adjoining bathroom and turned on the shower. The door remained suggestively ajar. Jake turned on the TV and resumed watching Glee, oblivious.
Dr Hamilton was beyond stunned. He had come to pick Katrina up at a decent evening hour and was simply blown away by the figure that opened the door for him. He stood there, his eyes refusing to believe the being in front of him. For a couple of seconds, he had lost all sentience in the face of the radiant splendour at the door.
Katrina was wearing a shimmering turquoise dress, which went halfway down to her knees. Her hair was smoothed back behind her head and came down in flowing tresses behind her shoulders. Her dress clung onto her body tenaciously, accentuating all her curves.
It took Dr Hamilton a long time to find words in his mouth. None of them came close to doing justice to the embodiment of womanliness unfurled before him. She smiled at his flabbergasted look for a few of his rapid heartbeats before stepping outside.
Words continued to elude him as they made their way to Forlini’s. Many things have changed in New York over the years. Fortunately, Forlini’s is not among them. It is a culinary Renaissance, frozen in time since the mid 40s. Everything about it – the ambiance, the menu, the old-time waiters, reminds the discerning patron of an age when extravagant grandeur resided within those walls.
He was still in silent awe as the host escorted them to their table. It was removed from the main floor, on an elevated dais and hidden by a circular curtain.
“Wow… they seem to give you special preference here,” Kat chuckled.
“They should,” he replied. “I am one of their oldest clients. In both senses of the term.”
They shared a light laugh. Her new necklace glittered in the light. The topaz reflected and refracted flecks of light. Her laugh, her doe eyes and those rosy lips….
He had to forcibly shake himself out of the trance he found himself slipping into. His mind tried to drag him away from the present. The rosy past seemed inviting, willing him to lose himself in the rosy allure it held.
“No!” he said in his mind. “I’m here with Katrina. Not….”
His mind tried to finish the sentence, but his heart could not bear it. It was suspended in his subconscious, like an icy sword of Damocles, hanging high above his heart. A mistake would bring it crashing down, embedding it deep in an old wound which had never really healed.
“Is something wrong?” inquired Katrina, noticing his distracted demeanour.
“It’s nothing, Gloria.”
It took the two of them a long while to process the sentence. Dr Hamilton turned crimson and looked down in shame. If he had one wish, it would be for the ground to open up right there and let him sink into it. His self-esteem had crashed below rock bottom.
Katrina tried her best to stay composed. Her ears were ringing with the last sentence. It played itself in an endless loop in her head. The truth of her situation became unerringly clear to her. The realization caused an involuntary tremor through her body.
The date had just spun out badly.
“I mean.. It’s just that… I….” he fumbled for some time in the vain hope that the damage could be repaired.
Finally the only two coherent words to come out of his mouth were, “I’m sorry.”
She tried to look him in the eye, but he would not lift his head. He put his thoughts together and started speaking in a low tone.
“This is where we came for our first anniversary dinner all those years ago. You… wearing the necklace, you look exactly like her. Your face, your eyes, every part of you reminds me of what I lost too soon. It was so selfish of me bringing you here to relive my past. I should drop you home now.”
Then Kat spoke, turning his world upside down.
“It’s all right.”
He looked up, mystified. She went on.
“I feel proud that I could remind you of the one true love of your life,” she said, swallowing the bitter after taste of rejection. “You can call me Gloria.”
Before he could muster up a reply, she placed a finger to his lips.
“You need this. You love Gloria. For one night let me be her,” her tone was shaking as she said it. “For one night, let me be loved.”
They stared into each other’s eyes, neither of them daring to blink, lest the perfect illusion fall apart. Slowly, his arm reached over the table and held her hand.
“Will you dance with me, Gloria?”
The car drew up to Dr Hamilton’s modest home late in the night. His face was flushed from the glories of the night. They had drunk and danced with abandon. He looked and felt half his age and smiled for the first time in days.
“Gloria” felt like a queen. He treated her like a crystal sculpture, which might crack at the hint of force. Her mind was in an airy place as her consciousness kept lurking in the background, reminding her she was living a lie.
But “Gloria” didn’t care. This lie was so much better than the truth of her life.
“Gloria, why don’t you come inside,” he said, bowing outside the door.
She stepped into his place. The living room was immaculately clean. His books neatly filled two large cases of shelves. Voltaire, Rousseau, Goethe and more lined the walls. Large dusty volumes of authors that few understood back looked at her.
“Why tarry here?” spoke a velvet baritone behind her. “Let us make our way upstairs.”
An arm came around her body and pulled her back into a chest. She felt a heavy breathing against her ear as tender lips kissed her neck, sending shivers down her body. “Gloria” gasped as the hand clasped itself around her breast.
In a trance, they glided up the stairs to his large, plush bed. All the while, he whispered beautiful phrases from his favourite texts into her ear. He compared her beauty to the pure white Cygnus, to the mythical Persephone and even the radiant Noor Jahan.
She lay on her back, ready to surrender herself to his sensuality. She was unaware of the clothes being easily stripped off her body. Her eyes closed and her body responded instinctively to the caresses on her skin. The necklace stayed on as his roving hands played with her soft mounds. Dr Hamilton knew exactly where to touch her, exactly how to touch her.
Unable to keep her eyes shut any longer, she looked down at his face. It nestled itself between her ample breasts, kissing at the tit flesh surrounding him. Her eyes roamed to the ceiling and walls. It was a throwback to the 70s. Designer wall-paper, an ornate mantelpiece with an intricately carved chest and mahogany top. The portraits, the plaques were all reminiscent of an era gone by. Even in her aroused haze, she realized where she was.
This room had not changed in three decades. It was a shrine to the late Gloria Hamilton. It was meticulously clean – a static room through decades of history.
It offered a peek into the mind of a man who had lost too much to be whole again.
Her sad eyes turned back to the tongue, which now traced delicious circles around her areola. She was doing the right thing, giving him one night of memories.
Even if they were not with Katrina.
His mouth dipped lower, keeping his tongue in contact with her skin. His lips planted themselves at various points all around her toned stomach. His dexterous tongue tickled her, causing her to utter tiny squeals of pleasure.
Finally, his tongue reached her wet orifice. She gasped as she felt his lips on her inflamed labia. They pulled at the soft folds of skin, gently teasing her. His hands had begun to draw lazy figures on her inner thigh. Her mind was shrouded in a heavy mist of sensuality.
He brought his fingers to her crevice and parted her sopping wet lips. Taking a few moments to gaze at her fleshy cavern, he probed the damp walls with his tongue. The first push sent a jolt of pleasure through her body. She jerked, but he held onto her hips, keeping the moist opening in front of his face.
His tongue went to work earnestly. He pushed it deep inside her, twisting and turning it. Electricity sparked between her legs and sensuous torrents of pleasure swept over her. Her vision went hazy as his tongue continued pleasing her.
Almost simultaneously, he inserted two fingers deep inside her and sucked her clit into his mouth. His fingers began to move back and forth, rubbing against her G-spot. The fingers made her gasp with arousal while his tongue relentlessly probed her clit. Soon, she was writhing and her face was covered in a sheen of sweat.
Her moans of delight spurred him on. The pace of his fingers increased and his teeth lightly nipped at her clit. She bit her lip to stifle a scream in her throat. Her mind was only barely aware of her surroundings, saturated with the intense sensation gripping her body like a vice.
The orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, swamping her senses. The world went out of focus for some time as she saw a psychedelic blur of colour in front of her eyes. Her chest heaved and sweat dripped off her eye onto the bed. Her senses slowly readjusted to the present. Without warning, she felt two strong hands on her breasts.
They kneaded her mounds heartily. One hand took her nipple between her fingers and began tweaking it. The sensations drove her wild as she arched her back, pushing it into his hand. The other hand stroked the region around her nipple, tracing the outline of her areola. The hands soon exchanged roles imparting a similar ecstasy to the other nipple.
She was barely used to his hands when she felt a warm wetness around her nipple. His lips had clamped over it. The sudden change caused her to gasp out loud. He gently grazed his teeth over the sensitive bud. The more he repeated the motion with her teeth, the more moans he elicited from inside “Gloria”.
“Gloria, my love. It has been too long.”
Dr Hamilton pulled himself up to her. His kindly eyes gazed into hers and his throbbing tool touched her wet nether lips. He was hard without any pills, a first in many years. The head teased her opening, rubbing the length of her slit.
Their eyes remained locked the whole time. Slowly, he pushed his shaft inside her. It pulsed inside her. He pushed it in even more. Her eyes closed and she concentrated on the sexual fire ablaze within her.
He moved back until only the head of his cock remained inside her. In one thrust, he plunged his whole prick inside her. The head pushed against her wall. They soon settled into a rhythm of him coming out slowly before thrusting back in.
“Where did you go, Gloria?” he said, unable to hold back the emotion in his voice. “I have you missed you so much.”
The thrusts grew in power. He was drilling inside her, causing her to let out a small yelp on every stroke. They stretched her leaking orifice and drowned her in an ocean of pleasure. She could sense herself being swept away.
A sharp grunt brought her back to reality. The turgid erection was pistoning in and out of her. There was no more restraint as she grabbed him and pushed herself onto his erection. Their pelvises slammed together in an almighty sonata of lust.
Higher and higher they rose, each octave taking her to a new height of pleasure. Her breasts heaved with every crest as he built a frenetic pace of plunging his spear into new depths. She screamed and it echoed. Her eyes bore a look of unbridled lust.
“Give it to me,” she moaned. “Give me everything!”
Dr Hamilton obliged. His lips were within inches of hers and he locked her in a fiery kiss. His languid strokes remained uninterrupted even as his tongue swirled inside her mouth, playing with her tonsils and tickling her palate.
She felt a climax approaching. Every fibre in her body was taut and her brain had gone numb with anticipation. The outside world paled into insignificance. All she could see was a dark void of untold pleasure welcoming her.
She took a step towards it, the stirring inside her reaching fever pitch. The hammering of a hard organ against her in a fast staccato pace. The darkness closed in on her, willing her give in to it. She did.
The sheer impact of her orgasm forced her back to consciousness. It erupted inside her, driving all the air from her lungs. Her body had transcended pleasure and had reached a state of sexual nirvana. She closed her eyes, trying to record the feeling for posterity.
She heard a soft voice beside her, “Thank you, Gloria. Thank you.”
Her sexual bliss lasted until the drive back to her apartment. Other tenants looked curiously at her stare of silly happiness.
It was only when she stepped inside her apartment that the beautiful delusion broke. She stared at the empty loneliness of the walls and the realization of what her entire night was about hit her like a punch in the chest.
Still dressed like Gloria Hamilton, Katrina fell to the floor and the floodgate of tears broke.
Katrina had no idea how long she lay curled up on the floor crying. It seemed like an eternity before she felt herself being raised to her feet. Through her blurry vision, she could vaguely make out Jake.
Instinctively, she buried her face in his chest. Tears stained his shirt as she continued sobbing. He patted her back and ran his fingers through her hair. She loved it when he did that. Her voice came up intermittently through her sobbing as she told him all about her evening.
“It’s okay,” he said, kissing her hair. “You did a good thing.”
“I know. Then why do I feel like shit?”
Jake took a deep breath. He knew the answer to that. Even she knew it in her subconscious mind. It would be a hard truth to bring up.
A part of him feared the backlash it could bring, but the haunting vision of her crying on the cold floor flashed in his mind. He had to do whatever it took to make sure that would healed. His friend was in pain. She needed him right now.
We arrived at the airport well ahead of our scheduled departure time, which was probably a good thing, because it seemed like we had to stand in line for hours. I guess that she could see that I was starting to get impatient, because she reached out and took hold of my hand. “Be patient, it won’t be too much longer now.” She whispered. Finally, we were able to get our luggage checked and all the necessary papers to allow us to board the plane when the time came.
“We have a long flight ahead of us, so I don’t feel like sitting down. Let’s go and stand over there by that wall.” She said nodding to the side of the room where there weren’t many people. Reaching that deserted corner of the room, she turned to face me. Stepping up close in front of her, I pulled her close to me and put my hands around her waist. Leaning in towards her, the hands of time stopped; our lips moved together as one. Her strawberry flavored lips were so soft and urgent on mine, trying to express all the love that she felt for me. Her mouth tasted so minty and I was so happy that she’s mine. Her lips smiled against mine, and then she pulled away from the kiss. I gazed into her beautiful eyes and my heart said just one word to me, “mine.” “Will you always love me with such madness?” She asked as she leaned against the wall in a corner of the room, waiting for our flight to arrive. “You know the answer to that question. I have so much love in my heart that it is overflowing. My addiction to you is never going to stop. But there is one thing you have to ask yourself.”
“And what’s that?” “Will you be able to handle my share of the love?” I asked with a deep intensity in my voice. “I think I can.” The confident tone in her voice caused us both to laugh. I brought my lips closer to hers. As our lips touched again, I could feel my heart beating hard and fast against my chest, a kiss so passionate, yet so innocent. Kissing her strawberry flavored lips had become an addiction for me.
At first, Elena was reluctant to kiss me in a public place like this, but as we continued standing there with my arms around her waist, and I kissed her a few more times, she began to understand the reason behind my actions, realizing that a man always likes to kiss his girlfriend in public. She smiled a sweet smile, making her already beautiful eyes look even prettier than usual.
“Do we really have to go home?” I asked her with a sad voice. “I mean we can stay here and start a new life. We don’t have to be afraid to do anything.”
“Trust me, I do want to start my new life with you as soon as possible, but I just can’t leave things like that. The people we know will start asking questions about our sudden disappearance. As soon as I get a job at new place, everything will happen just the way we want it to.” She assured me. I nodded my head. She smiled and kissed me on my cheek. At that moment, a voice came over the intercom informing us that our flight was now ready for boarding. We quickly joined the line of people waiting to board the plane, and it was only a few minutes until the plane was racing down the runway, preparing for takeoff.
Soon after we were in the air, she said. “This is going to be a long flight, so I think I’ll see if I can have a nap. That will help make the flight seem to be shorter. Why don’t you try to do the same thing?”
“That sounds like a good idea.”
Raising her hand to attract the attention of a flight attendant, she asked if we could have a blanket.
“Of course; I’ll get you one.” Replied the pretty flight attendant as she went to get it.
Snuggling down under the blanket, I guess that I must have been sleepier than I thought. Maybe it was the mental let-down from the thought of returning home from our fantastic vacation, I’m not sure, but I must have went to sleep almost immediately. Sometime later, I awoke to a strange feeling between my legs.
As my mind slowly woke from its slumber, I realized what was causing that feeling. A hand, my sister’s hand to be exact was slowly but firmly caressing my rapidly awakening cock. Opening my eyes, I found myself looking into those pretty, brown eyes of Elena, as she sat beside me with a cute smile on her face.
“I’ve been wondering how long it would be before you woke up.” She quietly whispered so nobody else could hear.
“I can’t think of any nicer way to wake up.” I replied, squirming around in my seat trying to ease the pressure. She noticed my discomfort, but took no sympathy on me, and was unable to resist a little giggle as she gave me a squeeze. Determined to repay her devilish act with a daredevil one of my own, I slowly eased my left hand up under the blanket and carefully moved it up her slender body until my fingers encountered those two lovely feminine mounds that I had fantasized about for several years.
“Ohhh, that feels so wonderful when you touch me that way.” She whispered. “I love it, but we have to be very careful and move slow and keep quiet so that we aren’t noticed.”
We continued teasing each other that way for some time, stopping only when someone would pass our seats or one of us would come close to losing control. Then we would pause for a few minutes until that person once again managed to become master of their body. From time to time, so as not to arouse suspicion, we would sit up in our seats like normal passengers. Then when the urge overtook us, we’d begin our undercover work again. This way we managed to turn what would have been a long boring flight, into one filled with excitement and expectation.
I never knew that flying could be so much fun, and I was almost disappointed when the announcement came over the loudspeaker that it was time to fasten our seatbelts, as we would be landing in a few minutes.
We picked up our suitcases and after loading everything into one of the waiting taxis, we were soon on our way home. I followed her as we walked up the sidewalk to our front door, each carrying our own luggage. As Elena turned the knob to unlock the door, I heard a voice from behind calling my name.
When I turned back, I saw a girl walking towards me. It was Jasmine. I dropped my suitcase and went towards her. She increased her pace and in a flash, she was right in front of me. Looking deep into my eyes, she hugged me, holding me tight in her arms, as if hugging a person who has come back after a long time. After a long moment, she stepped back slightly. “Where have you been?” She asked. “I tried to contact you so many times.” “I went on a vacation with my sister.” I chuckled. “You didn’t tell me anything about going on a vacation. Did you?” She asked with a confused look on her pretty face. “Everything happened so quickly, I didn’t get the chance to tell you.” I answered. “I have so many things to share with you. I just can’t wait. Come! Let’s go to my house.” She said as she grabbed my hand. “Jasmine, I am very tired right now. Let me get some rest and then I’ll go over to your house. Ok?” I said, giving her a reassuring smile. “OK.” She smiled back at me as she let go of my hand. Jasmine has been my friend from the time I moved here. In fact, she’s my best friend. She’s just one year older than I am and completely different from me. She’s fun, crazy, sweet and caring. Everything is unique about her. If there were anyone that was close to me, other than my sister, then it would definitely be Jasmine. Most of my friends talked about her being more than just a friend to me. Even Elena agreed with it. I made it clear to everyone that I had no feelings for her and that she’s just a friend to me. However, I never tried to find out what she really thought about me, and that’s where I made a mistake.
After she left, I went into my house, and after going to my room to change my clothes, and not finding my clothes on the shelf, I went to Elena’s room. I saw my suitcase in the corner and surprisingly, all my clothes were on her bed. She had started putting them beside her clothes on the shelf. “Is it really happening?” I wondered as I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. “Hey Baby! Talked with your girlfriend?” She asked as she picked up the last item of clothing and carefully placed it on the shelf. “Come on! How many times have I told you she’s just a friend to me?” I angrily said as I sat on the bed and furiously started to untie my shoes. “Oh boy! My baby is angry.” She came over and sat on my lap. “Am I not allowed to tease my love a little bit?” “You know how I feel when you say that. I don’t know why you say that all the time!” I said in a deep frustrated voice. “Ok Ok! I’m sorry. I will not talk about it anymore. I promise. Now don’t spoil your mood dear.” She smiled as she got off my lap. “I’ll go into the bathroom and change my clothes.” I said as I picked up my clothes from the shelf. “Do you really have to?”
Turning around to see what she was talking about, I was just in time to see her pull her maroon top up over her head, dragging her hair up with it. As she pulled it free, her long dark brown hair came cascading back down around her shoulders, perfectly framing the black push up bra that continued to hide the part of her sexy body that had fascinated me for years. I stood still, as if hypnotized and unable to move. I had always watched her through the keyhole as she changed clothes, but now I was standing just a few steps away from her.
She started by placing the palms of her hands against her cheeks and then slowly moving down, letting her fingers trail down across her throat. Spreading her hands apart a little, she palmed her breasts, hesitated a moment as she gave each one a gentle squeeze, then moved her hands in a circle around each breast, all the while never taking her eyes off me. I saw a little smile appear as if she had just thought of something, as she moved her hands off her breasts and down her side. Hesitating when her hands reached her waist, she took a deep breath, leaned forward slightly, pulled her shoulders back and shook them. This caused the fleshy part of her upper tits to quiver.
If I hadn’t been paying attention to her before, which of course I had been; she most certainly had 100% of my attention now. She sensed this and her smile broadened as she continued her dance. Straightening up, and with a mischievous smile, she reached back, unhooked her bra, and let it fall to the floor. This let her big round breasts swing free. I could see her hard protruding nipples sticking out like little mounds on mountaintops. She stood there for several seconds, motionless except for the gentle swinging of her feminine mounds, giving me a good look at her boobs. My breathing was getting louder and faster my heart was racing. My cock was so hard that it felt like it was going to tear a hole though my pants.
Placing her hands on her slim waistline, she slid them together until they met over her firm stomach. She slowly moved them down over her pelvic area, and then spread them apart until they were resting on her hips. Giving me that little mischievous smile she has, she once again shook her shoulders, as if to ask, ‘are you still interested?’ Boy was I ever interested. Here was this very beautiful woman, not more than half a dozen steps in front of me, doing a very sensual strip-tease dance just for my benefit.
Then she hooked her thumbs in her shorts as she slowly began to turn around until her butt was facing me. Looking back over her right shoulder, she kept her eyes on me all the time and a little smile on her face. Every movement she had made since she started had been smooth, slow and very sensual. Very slowly, she began to push her form fitting shorts down. They hugged her so tight, that she had to wiggle it back and forth in order to work it down over her hips. With her back still turned towards me, and her cheeks now on full display, except that part that her skimpy panties covered, she stopped the downward motion of her shorts, and once again wiggled her hips. Then pretending to have changed her mind, she started to pull her shorts back up.
“Oh no! Please don’t do that. Stop teasing me.” I cried out.
“Admit it Alan, you are enjoying being teased. You know it and I know it. Besides, I just wanted to make sure you were still watching and that I had your attention.” She said with a hearty giggle. She dropped her shorts to the floor, fully exposing her ass to me except that part that her skimpy panties covered. When she bent down to pick them up, I was surprised to see a wet spot on her sexy panties. “Was that because of me?” I thought to myself as she stepped out of her shorts. Tossing her shorts onto a nearby chair, she straightened up, reached around behind, grabbed her butt cheeks and started massaging them. She split her cheeks apart and pushed them back together a number of times.
Then she turned around, grabbed the waistband of her snug fitting black panties that matched her bra and slowly began to push them down. Bending forward slightly as she pushed them over her hips, she hesitated, glanced up at me with a look of devilment in her big brown eyes, and then once again rewarded me with that wiggling of her shoulders that she seemed to have perfected. This time the effect was slightly different, and much more noticeable, because since she was now bending over; her large breasts were hanging straight down. No longer held prisoner by her bra; this meant that they were much freer to swing back and forth, than they had been before.
Her bending over this way presented me with a different and very erotic view of her lovely boobs. Stepping out of her moist panties, she tossed them over to where her shorts lay. There she stood in front of me, hands on her hips like a model, giving me a good look of every inch of her body I could possibly want to see.
“Well Alan, do you still want to wear clothes or…
Her words snapped me back to reality or at least partly so, and I had to admire her strong self-control. Here in front of me, just out of arms reach, stood a very beautiful, tall, slim, sexy woman. I had just spent several minutes witnessing the most sensual act that I have ever imagined in my wildest dreams. My palms were sweaty; my heart was racing a mile a minute, and pounding so hard I felt that it was going to burst at any moment. My eyes were about to pop out of my head and my mind was in a total daze. It was all I could do to even breathe, and now she actually expected me to talk.
Before I could gather my wits enough to say anything, I heard her give a little giggle. “I thought that would get your attention and make you change your mind.” Giving me a wink, she pulled aside the blanket and got on the bed. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather be laying here beside me rather than standing there in the middle of the room?” She asked in that sexy voice she has, as she patted the bed beside her. Unable to resist taunting me further, she lay there with a ‘come to me’ look in her eyes and with a sexy smile on her full luscious lips.
Seeing her in that position, I realized that I’ve always dreamed of being in this situation. The girl I love would be right in front of me, on the bed waiting for me to come and sleep beside her. Put my hands on her; pull her closer to me as we shared a long passionate kiss. Of course, the girl I dreamed about was always Elena. “Honey, why are you taking so long? Don’t make me wait.” She begged in the sweetest way possible. Hearing her beg that way seemed to spring me into action. “Sorry.” I apologized as I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my legs as fast as I could. Then I grabbed the bottom of my shirt, jerked it over my head and tossed it aside. I felt the cool air around my pubic hair as I grabbed my boxers and pulled them down. Stepping out of them, I rushed over and jumped on the bed before she had a chance to change her mind. Pulling the blanket up, I felt her move closer as she put her arms around me. “Your body is so warm mmmmmmm!!!” She said as every inch of her body touched my bare skin. My dick stood straight up as soon as it felt the intense heat of her pussy. “Is it a dream?” I asked, as I still couldn’t believe the situation I was in. She smiled at my question and slowly moved her right hand under the blanket. Her action confused me and by the time I figured out what she was about to do, I felt her hand grab my love handle, causing it to instantly became rock hard the moment she touched it. Then she slid down a little bit in bed, which made me realize that her pussy lips were touching the tip of my cock. She had a firm grip on my cock and I heard a little moan escape her lips as she slowly pushed it inside her warm pussy. “What do you think now?” She asked, looking at me with a cute smile on those pretty lips of hers. “It’s not a dream,” was the first thing I said, causing us both to laugh. We were both very tired but our thirst for each other was greater than our weariness. Instead of going to sleep, we spent most of the next few hours making out. Finally, our lust for each other temporarily satisfied, she lay in my arms, her head resting comfortably on my shoulder.
“When are you going to take me out on a date?” She asked as I kissed her on her forehead. “Date?”
“Why are you so shocked? It’s a normal thing. You’re my boyfriend now and boyfriends do take their girlfriend out on a date.” She explained.
“I know, but I’m a little scared.”
“I’ve never been on a date before. I don’t know how to do those special things that boys do when they are on a date with their girlfriend.” I was embarrassed to admit this.
“Aww, you don’t have to do anything special for me. I’ve always considered myself special because of you.” She replied, trying hard to comfort me.
“That’s very sweet of you, but…” I smiled, even though I still was not confident.
“I just want you to be yourself. Most of the girls don’t like men who pretend to be cool or say those romantic things just to impress the girl. A girl wants just only one thing from a boyfriend, just be honest. So it’s a bonus for me.”
“A bonus? How?”
“You will not able to lie to me.” She replied, laughing at my puzzlement.
“Soooo… We are going out on a date tonight, right?” She asked. Glancing at her, I saw the same expression on her face a student has while anxiously waiting for the result of an exam.
“Yes.” I finally agreed.
“Good.” She smiled as she happily snuggled in closer to me.
“I’ll do my best to make our date very special.” I promised as I held her hand.
“I know you will.” She said. “We should get some sleep. I don’t want to look like a mess on our first date.” She closed her eyes. I kissed her on her forehead and almost immediately entered the dreamland my weary body had been demanding.
“Get up honey! Get up! I don’t want us to be late on our first date.” She shook me to bring me back to the real world. “Oh God! I must be the only girl in the world who is pleading with her boyfriend to take her out on a date.” She said as she pushed me harder.
I slowly opened my sleepy eyes and tried hard to lift myself off the bed. I saw Elena standing naked in front of the closet, trying to select a dress from a group of dresses. “Which one should I wear?” She asked, putting her finger between her teeth and placing the other hand on her waist. She had a puzzled look on her face, as if deep in thought.
“You are looking so beautiful right now. I don’t understand; why do you need clothes?” I commented.
“You are so funny!” She replied punching my shoulder. “Now seriously, tell me which one I should wear?” She asked, scratching her head. I stepped up behind her, put my arms around her and cupped her naked tits in my hands. With my forefingers, I gently caressed her tender nipples. “Hmmm, that feels so nice, but I still want you to say which dress you like the best.” She murmured, leaning back against me. I put my head on her shoulder and looked at every dress she had. I could recall from memory when I saw her wearing each of those dresses for very first time.
“I like the white one.” I said, pointing towards the dress with the sexy sparkle. It was a bombshell of a dress. I remember how she looked when I saw her in that dress for the very first time.
“Ok my darling.” She threw her head back and kissed me on the cheek. Then she went to her closet and started to select a suitable bra and panty for the dress.
“A push up bra would be better.” I advised. She winked and picked up a white embroidered bra and matching panty. When she wears those push up bras, she looks like a goddess. In fact, I would prefer her to wear only push up bras, because they make her boobs look beautiful and it’s a treat for my eyes.
She spent the next few minutes choosing and laying out her clothes on the bed while I spent that time in the bathroom. I choose a plain blue shirt and dark colored dress jeans from the closet and put them on. Within five minutes, I was ready. She was still in the bathroom, so I decided to have a little snack to curb my hunger pangs. I knew that there was one thing that guys sometimes did for their girlfriend, so before going into the kitchen, I quietly slipped out the front door. Coming back into the house and seeing that she still wasn’t finished getting ready, I entered the kitchen and going to the fridge, I picked up an apple and a bottle of juice, and then returned to the living room to wait for her.
“How do I look?” She asked in a hesitant, slightly unsure voice.
I know my mouth fell open as I turned at the sound of her voice. There before my unbelieving eyes stood the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. With her left hand resting on her thigh, and her left foot slightly in front, she was posing like a model. I had always believed that if she had wanted to pursue that career, she would have definitely become a supermodel. It was a puzzle to me how those two tiny shoulder straps managed to hold up the dress, considering the size of her large partially concealed breasts.
The bodice was low cut, and along the top was a row of lace, which accentuated the upper portion of her delicate breasts. Letting my eyes slowly move down, I noticed how the dress hugged her slender waist; then flared out slightly over her hips, giving her that classic hourglass figure. It continued down to a respectable length just above her knees. The dress was so tight that every curve of her sexy body was clearly visible. It was like a second skin.
She never used much makeup, because she didn’t need to, but when she did, she applied it in a very professional manner. It was obvious that she had spent a considerable amount of effort to get everything perfect for our date, and to make herself look as pretty for me as she could. I hadn’t thought it was possible, but she had made her eyes look even prettier than they usually were. One look at them and it seemed as if they were holding me captive.
There stood my goddess of love in her high heels, not moving or saying another word, patiently waiting to hear my reaction. Maybe she could tell from my response when she entered the room that I certainly approved of the way she looked, because I noticed just the faintest hint of a smile on her lips.
“WOW! You look like a gorgeous angel. Even that doesn’t describe how lovely you look; I can’t find any words to describe you. Any word I chose to say to describe your beauty would be an insult to you. All I know is that I will be so very proud to be your escort and that I’ll be the envy of every guy, no matter where we go.” I replied.
“You are so sweet.” She said giving me a little kiss on the cheek. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you looking so handsome. I’m sure that all the women will be envious of me when they see you. Now, if you are ready, let’s go.”
“I’m almost ready but before we go, there is one more thing that I want to do. I didn’t have a chance to do this properly, but I know that guys like to give things like this to their girlfriend. You are looking so beautiful that you put this to shame, but it is the best I could do.” With that, I presented her with the rose that I had been hiding behind my back.
Watching all the different expressions cross her face, made me smile to myself as I handed that flower to her. First, there was surprise, then puzzlement. Finally, her whole face lit up with joy, and it was prettier than any of the sunsets were that we had seen while lying on the beach of that vacation island.
“How…I mean, where did you get this?” She stammered. “Oh of course, out of my flower garden, didn’t you? Oh honey, you are so sweet and thoughtful. I could just hug you to death.” With that, she threw her arms around my neck and gave me the biggest hug I’ve ever had. I put my arms around her slender waist and held her close, enjoying the feel of her body and the faint smell of her perfume.
“Here, let me try something.” She said stepping back from me. Pulling a small mirror out of her purse, she viewed herself as she managed to fasten that flower in her hair. “There, do I look good enough to go out to dinner with?”
“I’ll say you do. You look like a princess.” I replied as we headed out the door. I didn’t know where we were going because Elena wanted to decide on the place for our first date. So I didn’t argue. We finally reached the restaurant after driving for nearly an hour. After parking the car, Elena started to get out, but remembering my earlier promise to her to do my best to make our date very special, I reached over, and placed my hand on her arm. “Wait just a moment before you get out.” Then quickly getting out, I rushed over to her side and opened the door for her. She had a shocked look of surprise on her face, as I held out my hand to help her out of the car.
“Well…well. I’m impressed.” She said with a look of admiration on her face as she took my hand and stepped out of the car. “It’s nice to see that chivalry isn’t dead. A girl appreciates such nice gestures from her man.”
Her comment made me feel about ten feet tall. It was nice to know that no matter what mistakes I might make during the rest of our date, at least I had done something right to start. I continued holding her hand as we walked towards the restaurant. Reaching the door, I took a couple of quick steps to get ahead so I could open and hold the door for her. She didn’t say anything, but did give me the cutest little smile as she entered.
“Good evening Ma’am. Good evening Sir. May I help you?” A man with a moustache asked as he greeted us with smile.
“I’ve reserved a table for two by the name of Mr. and Mrs. Hayes.” She replied. When she said Mr. and Mrs. Hayes, I felt an instant connection with my future. Briefly glancing at his list, he replied. “Ah, yes. Mr. and Mrs. Hayes, we have your table all ready. Please come with me.”
As we followed him across the restaurant, I looked at the magnificent architecture of the building. The 30-foot ceilings, supported by soaring hand-carved maple columns, etched in gold leaf, with a mezzanine level lined with colorful murals. I walked a little prouder as he led us past several tables and I noticed that the guests sitting there watched us as we passed. Elena was so pretty that all eyes were on her, as I knew they would be, and it made me proud to be with her. Arriving at our table, I noticed that it was in a quiet, very private section of the restaurant, far from the other people. The man left us as soon as he removed the reserved sign from the table.
I pulled out the chair to let her sit down. Then I went to other side of the table and sat down. “I can’t believe I’m on date with the most beautiful lady in the world.” I said, looking at her beautiful eyes. “And I’ve always wanted to come to this place with the most handsome man in the world. My dream has come true tonight.” She smiled, winking at me. “Have you come to this restaurant before?” “Yes, I have been here with one of my ex-boyfriends.” “As far as I can remember, you have had only two boyfriends, right?” “I am very choosy when it comes to having a boyfriend.” She laughed. “I thought you were serious with Jackson and I also thought that you two would get married sometime. Why did the two of you break up?” Jackson was her first boyfriend. He was her best friend and was a good guy. I never knew what happened between them, they just broke up. “He was a really nice guy. I used to think that having a best friend as your life partner, would be the best choice. That’s why I said yes to him when he proposed to me. However, as time passed, I realized that I never really had the connection that two people in love should have. I always considered him as my friend. When I told him the way I felt about him, he acted like a mature guy and let me go.” “Poor guy. Are you two still in contact with each other?” I eagerly asked. “Not really. When someone breaks your heart, you really don’t want to talk that person again.” She explained. “True.” I nodded my head in agreement. “Since we are talking about love, I think it’s time you tell me when you stopped considering me as your sister, and started thinking of me as the girl you fell in love with.” “I can’t really tell you when my feelings changed for you. I guess it all started when you told me that Jackson was your boyfriend. I felt a pain in my heart when you said that. Whenever I saw him holding your hand or kiss you in front of our house, I would become angry or frustrated. As I was young at that time, I didn’t understand the actual reason behind the pain and anger I was feeling in my heart. It wasn’t long until I found my answer. One night I was with Jasmine and she was talking about a boy she had a crush on. When she was describing the feelings she had for this boy, I realized that she was feeling exactly the way I was feeling about you. That’s the night I realized I was in love with you.” “But why did you wait all these years to tell me what you felt for me? If I hadn’t taken you to that island, I would never have known for sure.” “How could I tell you? You are not my friend or a neighbor that I could tell my feelings too. You are my sister, that’s the only thought I had in my mind. I don’t have anyone except you in this world, so I couldn’t afford to lose you. Any girl in this world would freak if she found out that her brother doesn’t consider her as a sister anymore, but as a lover. So I chose to hide my feelings instead of confessing them to you.” “I guess I did a good thing by reading your private diary.” She said, rolling her eyes at me. “What! You read my diary. How could you?” I asked in disbelief. It is a password protected file and I would check it twice to assure myself that I’d closed the document. “Before you ask anything more, I think we should order something. I am hungry.” She suggested. “Ok. But you have to tell me, how and why you read my diary.” I said. “Ok, Ok.” She agreed, raising her hand to catch the attention of the waiter.
“Yes Ma’am.” The waiter stood beside her ready to take down the order. Elena ordered prosciutto-wrapped scallops with risotto to start and Pan Seared Duck Breast with Mushroom Ravioli, Spinach and an Apricot Marsala Sauce for the main course.
“Very Good ma’am.” He said before turning and walking away. When I was about to ask her the question again, she asked me not to ask any more questions until the main course came. I didn’t try to argue with her because I thought it would be rude not to honor her request.
I had to admit the appetizer itself was very delicious. This was the very first time in my life that I had tasted Italian food. I had never liked anything beyond what my sister cooked for me, but this food was quite different. Now I was eagerly waiting for the main course and the answer to my question.
Finally, the waiter was serving the main course. “Now I will get my answer.” I thought to myself.
“Thank you.” She said as he finished serving the dish on her plate.
“Now will you tell me?” I asked her as soon as he went away.
“You are dying to hear my answer, aren’t you?” She knew that I had hardly been able to wait this long for an answer. I saw a devilish twinkle in her eye as she slowly took her first bite of food, prolonging my agony even longer. To make matters even worse, I heard her quietly giggle to herself as she continued to enjoy my discomfort.
“Come on, Elena. You promised me.” I knew that she was teasing me, but I couldn’t help it, my frustration was reaching its peak. “Did I?” She laughed. However, she realized that all this was making me upset and she was to kind hearted to want to do that. She reached across the table, took my hand in hers and looked at me with her beautiful eyes.
“Ok, no more teasing.” She promised. “One day I came home early to spend some time with you, but you weren’t there. I decided to surf the internet until you come back so I went to your room. I know you always shut down the PC, but for some reason, you hadn’t done that the last time you used it. When the monitor turned on, a file appeared in front of me. When I read the name of the file, I realized that it was your personal diary”
I know that one shouldn’t read someone’s personal diary but I couldn’t control my curiosity, so I locked the door and started reading it. After I had read the first few pages, I realized that you had a crush on someone and were very eager to express your feelings to her, however, you were scared to because you didn’t want to lose her. You felt that if she knew how you felt about her, it would scare her and she might leave you. At first, I assumed that the girl you were talking about was Jasmine. However, as I kept reading, I came across one entry where you mentioned my name, so then I knew that I was wrong. It was me that you were talking about.” She continued “What was your first reaction when you realized that I was in love with you? Did you feel ashamed of me?” I asked very hesitantly.
The burst of fear that almost overwhelmed me was something that I had never experienced before in my whole life. The sudden flow of adrenalin caused my heart to beat so fast, I thought it was going to burst. I was almost afraid of what her answer might be. What would I do if she said that she was ashamed of me, and didn’t want to be around me any longer? I didn’t think that I could live if she wasn’t in my life.
Then as I began to calm down, logic began to take hold of my thinking. If she felt that way, why had she insisted on having this date with me? Why had she gone to so much trouble to make herself so pretty and to bring me to such a fancy restaurant? Wouldn’t she have told me how disgusted she felt with me while we were at home? Realizing this, I began to see a glimmer of hope that maybe all my dreams weren’t about to be crushed by her answer. Before I had a chance to worry any more, she continued with her explanation.
“First I felt really awkward and somewhat confused. I was in shock. My little baby whom I had loved all these years had a crush on me. I felt something strange in my heart so I closed the document and went to my room. I thought about it the whole night. My heart felt that there’s nothing wrong in what you feel for me. Just because the definition of your love for me changed a bit, why do I have to feel awkward? However, my mind disagreed. It reminded me of the rules of society and the consequences I’d have to face in the future if I accepted your feelings. I couldn’t decide what to do, due to this war between my heart and mind. The next day I met one of my friends and asked her which she would listen to if she had this problem, Heart or Mind?” “Listen to your heart, right?” My face was bursting with happiness. “Yes. She said that whatever our problem is; our heart always has the perfect solution to it.” She smiled as she said that because I’m sure she saw the sudden look of relief that I felt. Suddenly the whole world felt like a much brighter place, but I still had unanswered questions in my mind. “Then why did you keep me waiting? You could have told me that you also loved me.” “I had to make sure that what you felt for me wasn’t because of a mere attraction. Many young guys tend to assume attraction is love and later feel that it was a mistake. I didn’t want you to feel all this was a mistake.” “You had to wait four years to decide whether my feelings for you were genuine or not? Why so long, surely you must have known long before that?” I was little angry at this point. It seemed to me as if she had been playing with my heartfelt feelings all that time. She knew everything but she acted like an innocent girl. “It wasn’t entirely my fault. I gave you so many hints and chances but you didn’t utilize them. I would change my clothes leaving the door open, or sit beside you wearing just bra and panty or call you to give me towel whenever I’d go for a shower or even dry myself in front of you. Even with me doing all those things, still you didn’t do anything. What else could I have done?” “Those are not called chances or hints. Those are different ways to torture a boy. I can’t even begin to tell you how miserable I have been. How badly I’ve wanted to take you in my arms, hold you close and kiss you, but I’ve been afraid to for fear you might hate me if I did. I couldn’t stand that. All you simply had to say was just three little words. “I Love You. You have no idea how happy that would have made me.”
Just talking about these things now, brought back so many hurtful memories of all the pain and anguish I’d suffered this past four years. How many hours I’d lain awake at night thinking about her; how desperately I had wanted to be able to express my love for her. I was not only fighting to try to keep my voice normal, but as much as I hated to admit it even to myself, I was barely able to keep tears out of my eyes. I had always thought that love was supposed to be such a wonderful and magical feeling, yet it seemed to me that it only caused almost unbearable pain. “I’m sorry that you have been so miserable, Alan. Maybe there was something else that I could have done, I don’t know. Something you have to realize, and that is when a girl like me wants a boy; we don’t say those three special words. We blush a lot even if you give us a small compliment or we’ll pay attention to all the little things you guys say. A girl wants the boy, no I take that back, she needs him to say those three special words first. All I know for sure is that hurting you is the very last thing in this world that I want to do. Can you ever forgive me?” She asked, looking intently into my eyes. Her lovely face was full of concern and uncertainty, and I felt her tighten the grip she had on my hands. As deeply hurt as I was feeling at the moment, not only from the memories of the past few years, but also from the knowledge of her having invaded my innermost private thoughts when she told me she had read my diary, I also knew deep down in my heart, that I loved her more than anything in this world. I also knew that I’d never be able to stay mad at her for any length of time, no matter what happened. The realization came to my mind that maybe this was what honest and true love was all about not just the kissing and hugging of another person.
“I guess that I have a lot of growing up to do and also a lot to learn, especially about women. Why are girls are so complicated and mysterious?” “If you guys consider yourself intelligent, then it should be easy for you to understand us.” She quickly replied as she gave me a little wink.
“Oh yeah.” We both laughed at her comment. However, it served the purpose of easing the tense mood between us. I felt a lot of the tension l had been feeling suddenly disappear. Judging from the now relaxed look on her face, I think that she was feeling the same way.
“There isn’t anything to forgive you for. There is no doubt in my heart that you truly love me, and wouldn’t intentionally say or do anything to hurt me. This is all new to me, and as I said, I know that I have a lot of growing up to do. I know that I love you too, and I hope that you will stand by me and teach me what I need to know about love and relationships.” To show my sincerity, I picked up her hand and kissed it. The night was turning out to be awesome. It was my first date and I never imagined that dating would be so simple. We had opened our hearts and were sharing our thoughts and deepest emotions with each other. I had lost so much time battling with my emotions, and I know now that I should have confessed them to her a long time ago. She kept giving me chances to make a move, but I always acted like a dumb guy. “If she had not read the diary, would I have enjoyed this perfect night with my beautiful girl?” I wondered to myself.
“While I was reading your diary, I read a page where you wrote about how much you admired my beautiful body in the mornings. I have to say that I was really flattered.” “I wrote the truth.” “Even though I read it, I would like to hear it from you.” “You mean now? Here? No. No. Oh No never, I couldn’t do that.” I replied, vigorously shaking my head. “Why not?” “I can’t say those things to you in a public place. They are adult rated words. If anyone heard it…no way.” “Come on! I reserved this table just for you so that you wouldn’t feel shy. I have just said that I used to leave the door open so that you can watch me while I changed clothes. Did anyone come and ask us why I used to do that? Now don’t act like a baby, tell me. I hope you don’t want to ruin this beautiful night by saying no to my request.” She made those puppy eyes at me and immediately my resolve vanished. How could I say no to her? “Alright.” I agreed. “I can’t remember the exact words I had written, but I will try.” “No problem.” She positioned herself at the table by leaning forward slightly and looking intently at my face. She was giving me her total attention, as if it’s going to be the most important thing I will talk about all evening. “People say you will wake up feeling fresh if you go to sleep early, but there was another reason behind my eagerness to get to sleep early. As always, I woke up at my favorite time. I quickly washed my face and went to kitchen there I picked up a bottle of milk and bowl of flakes. I was not in the kitchen because I was hungry, but I was there to treat my eyes and mind to a beautiful view, a view of the beautiful girl that I had fell in love with. While I was eagerly waiting for that beautiful view, I heard some footsteps, footsteps of an angel. My heart beat slowly increasing with the sound. The moment had arrived. There she was my angel, my love. She was looking so lovely today. A boy has to be very lucky to have an angel in his life and I am glad that I am that lucky guy. Today she was wearing my favorite white embroidered lace bra and matching panty. She winked at me as if to wish me good morning. I wish I could kiss her to wish her good morning.
“I too wished that.” She said. “Go on.” “I must admit the way her ass moves, it is definitely worth something to die for. When she bent down to pick up a bottle of juice from the fridge, I just wanted to shove my face between those ass cheeks. She closed the fridge and picked up a glass from the shelf, poured the juice in the glass and sat opposite me. I wasn’t able to look at her properly so I asked her to sit with me on the couch. She sat on the couch, placed her legs on the coffee table and began drinking her juice. As I sat beside her, I felt my hands trying to go inside her panty and play with those beautiful pink lips. My mouth wanted to kiss them. I didn’t want to satisfy my hunger with this stupid bowl of flakes. I wanted to eat that pussy.”
“Mmmmmmm.” She murmured licking her lips. “My cock was getting harder due to my erotic thoughts. I wish I could just drop my boxers and show her how she drives me crazy. However, as always, I just take a pillow and place it on my lap. I have to tell her, tell her how much I love her. I decide that I am going to tell her right now, but before I can say anything, she gets up and leaves the room. Maybe not today but I will definitely tell her tomorrow, I told myself, which is the same promise I have been making to myself everyday for a long time.” “Alan, when I read those words in your diary, it made me feel wonderful, so very special. You don’t know how crazy I am for you. To be honest, I never felt so loved. I thought that I would never find someone for whom I would do anything, until I realized how much you loved me. Your love has totally changed me and now I want to do things that I never wanted to before. I want to do everything I can to keep you happy, to keep you close to me.”
I could feel the intensity in the words she was saying and I knew that she was speaking from her heart. “You don’t have to do anything special for me. Just be with me. That’s all I want from you.” I assured her. “I know.” She smiled.
“Shall we order some dessert?” I asked. I always like to end my meal with a dessert.
“Yes, but I will give the order.” “No problem.” I said as I called the waiter. I felt a little strange when she ordered only one dessert and then told the waiter that would be all. “What about you? Don’t you want to have a dessert?” I asked after he had left. “I want to but they don’t have the dessert that I want.” “Which one?”
“I think it will take some time for your order to come, and I want to go to the washroom. Will you come with me?” “Okay.” She held my hand as we walked towards the washroom. I didn’t know what was going on in her mind because I saw her quickly looking in all directions when we reached the washroom door. Before I could ask anything, she quickly shoved me inside the men’s washroom. “Elena, this is the men’s washroom.” I said quietly but she didn’t answer. She quickly shoved the door shut and pinned me against the wall.
“What are we doing here?” I was feeling a little scared because what if someone had seen the both of us enter, or another man came in. To put my mind at ease, she reached over and locked the door.
“We are here for my dessert.” She calmly said, getting down on her knees. With wide eyes, I watched her undo my belt and the button on my jeans, then, putting her mouth around the zipper, she somehow managed to slide it down.
Just the feel of her hands undoing me, was enough to give me an immediate erection. Pressing her face against my boxers, she nuzzled my now rock hard cock, sending a mighty shock wave rushing through my body. Using only her lips, I felt her nibble along the length of my love handle, which was about to burst through my tightly stretched shorts. Taking a piece of my shorts in her teeth, she pulled the opening apart, immediately allowing my aching manhood to spring free and hit her in the cheek. “That’s what I want for dessert.” She smiled, looking up at me with those pretty eyes of hers that were full of love.
As she licked and kissed the tip of his head, it immediately sent a huge shock wave rushing throughout my body like a freight train rumbling down the track. As I felt her tongue wrap around the head of my cock and cradle it like you would a baby, a moan came from deep within my trembling body.
With her luscious lips, now snuggly gripping the head, she slowly pushed it into her mouth. I could feel her hot tongue cradling and caressing me as I slid deeper and deeper into her. As her lips slid further down my shaft until she had deep throated my entire cock, my hands were frantically grabbing at something along the wall to support myself, because my knees felt like rubber.
Grasping her shoulders, I used her for support. Her hands had a firm grip on my hips, holding me a prisoner to her burning desires. She held me captive deep within her throat for a few seconds and then started sliding her mouth up and down my shaft. I felt a loud moan starting to form deep within my gasping lungs, but I knew that I had to keep quiet, so I clamped my jaws tightly together and concentrated on watching her, as she gradually bobbed her head up and down my shaft, then going faster and faster.
I stroked my hands through her long silky hair, frantically searching for a way to make this last as long as I could. Nearing that moment when I knew that I couldn’t prolong the ultimate pleasure she seemed determined to give me, I dug my nails deep into her head to tell her it was about time. Even though I had been determined to make this last as long as possible, my body seemed to have other ideas.
“I can’t hold it any longer, Elena.” I gasped through clenched teeth.
Suddenly, with the force of a volcano, I erupted in her mouth. She never missed a stroke as I shot my seed deep into her throat. Taking every drop of her little brother’s cum, she continued sucking my dick. Finally, after licking me clean, she got up, looked me in the eye as she smiled at me.
“I was right. That was better than any dessert from the kitchen.” She said, giving me a sexy smile.
All I could do was to stand there gasping for breath as I weakly smiled back at her. I knew that my face was beaming with joy and happiness.
Stepping up close to me, she cupped my cheeks in her soft hands and gave me a long passionate kiss. The scent of our sex still lingered in the air as we kissed. She cleaned her lips with water and adjusted her hair while standing in front of a mirror. I adjusted my dick inside the boxers and pulled up my pants. As she finished adjusting her hair, I stepped up behind her, and looked over her shoulder. Looking in the mirror, I saw a drop of cum on the side of her cheek.
“Let me clean that for you.” I said as I wiped it off using a handkerchief. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, I could see that her usual bright lovely face still had a bit of a flushed look.
“You sure are beautiful.” I whispered in her ear, as I lightly kissed the side of her neck, while at the same time, I let my hands move down over her chest until I was cupping those full mounds of hers in the palms of my hands.
Leaning her head back against my shoulder, I heard her murmur, “You have no idea how wonderful it feels when you hold me this way. I could stand here all day, but I know that we can’t so let’s go before someone notices that we aren’t at our table.”
As she unlocked the door, we saw an old man right in front of us. His mouth slowly dropped wide open and his eyes got as big as saucers as we went past him. It was obvious from the look on his face that he knew what we had been doing. Elena gave him a little smile, but I was feeling both embarrassed and proud at the same time. Proud that this lovely lady was willing to risk everything just to be with me for a few minutes.
Once again, I remembered my manners, and held the chair for her. “Thank you, Alan. You are such a gentleman.” She said smiling up at me. The waiter came with my dessert the moment we sat down at the table.
“We made it back right on time.” I remarked as we laughed at the thought of how close we came to not being there when the waiter came. We talked about several things as I slowly ate the dessert. I was in no hurry to finish because the evening was turning out to be so enjoyable. Not only what we had done while in the men’s washroom but just being here with her, sharing our thoughts with each other made this time very special. The rest of the evening seemed to pass by way to fast, and I hated it when the time finally came and we had to leave. This had been my first date, and even though it had been with my sister whom I loved dearly, I knew that this would be a night, that I would remember for the rest of my life.
I admit that I didn’t like it when she paid the bill. I felt bad because I knew that it was supposed to be the man that paid and I had wanted to do everything right. Elena, being the kind thoughtful person she was, understood the reaction and the look on my face. She gave me that disarming smile she has that I have never been able to resist, placed her hand on mine.
“I know what you are thinking, and believe me, I appreciate that, but I really do want to do this. I wanted this evening to be a special treat for you, so please let me. You can pay the bill next time, okay?” She said
There was no way that I could refuse a request like that, so all I could do was to agree. Just the thought of there being another date with her helped make me feel better. As we were leaving the restaurant, a young couple came in with a little girl, who was probably about nine or ten year’s old, hanging on to her dads hand. She stopped in front of us, briefly looked up at me, then her full attention moved to my sister. Both Elena and I stood there, not knowing what to do or what the little girl had in mind.
The little girl reached out with her hand and touched Elena’s dress. “You sure are pretty.” She said looking up at Elena. “Isn’t she Daddy?”
For a single moment, a look of indecision crossed her father’s face, before he stammered. “Yes, Susan. She is very pretty.”
I had to smile to myself as I saw Elena start to blush at the child’s innocent compliment and her father’s obvious embarrassed answer. Glancing at Susan’s father, she replied. “Thank you, Sir.” Then looking at Susan she said. “That was such a sweet thing for you to say. Thank you Susan, you are a very pretty girl too. Do you like my dress?”
“Oh, yes. I like it a lot. Mommy, would you to get me one just like she is wearing?” Susan asked, turning to face her mother, who obviously was as shocked by her daughter’s action as the rest of us.
“It is a pretty dress. Maybe tomorrow, we can go shopping and see if we can find one. Okay?” This answer from her mother seemed to satisfy Susan.
By now, her father had recovered from his surprise enough to take control of the situation. “Come on, Susan, we have held up these nice people long enough.” He said as he pulled her aside and headed into the restaurant.
Not to be outdone, Susan looked back at us and waved. “Bye.”
“Goodbye Susan.” Elena replied, returning her wave.
Not missing the chance to do something, which I loved to do any time I had the opportunity, I held her hand as we walked out of the restaurant. “I guess I’m not the only person that thinks you are very pretty.” I said, grinning at Elena.
“What a sweet little child.” She replied, as she gave my hand a squeeze.
Reaching our car, I again opened the door for my sister. “Thank you Alan. If you treat everyone as nice as you have me tonight, I can see that there are going to be a lot of young ladies that will be trying to get your attention.” She said getting in behind the wheel. Hurrying around to my side of the car, I felt like a real man for the first time in my life. I had just had my first date with a girl and had managed not to embarrass myself by spilling my soup in my lap or anything equally disastrous. I hadn’t forgotten any of the things that Elena had talked to me about over the years, about how a gentleman should treat a lady.
As we drove towards home, the bathroom incident flashed in my mind. My cock was slowly regaining its hardness, as I remembered the fantastic feeling of her magnificent tongue working around my shaft, as she bobbed her head up and down. After we had gone to that beautiful island, I had been on an amazing journey of seemingly endless sex. There has not been even a single day when she hasn’t amazed me with all of her skills in bed. I was glad that I was the one who was receiving all this pleasure from this beautiful girl.
Bringing myself back to the present after thinking about that beautiful incident, I watched the cars pass by us. Soon I realized that we were taking a different route than that we had used to get to the restaurant. As we drove, I realized that we were getting further away from the centre of the city. I could see several motels along the side of the road, lined up one after the other.
“I think we are going in the wrong direction. We are far away from the city.” I said, looking both ways.
“I know.” She laughed as she glanced over at me.
“What do you mean?”
“There’s something I have to take care of.” She said.
“Do you have to meet someone?”
“Not really. Just something I should have done a long time ago.” She replied, smiling at my obvious confusion. I was very confused. She was hiding something but I wasn’t able to figure out what. I decided to be patient and see what she was about to do. Elena made a right turn and entered a motel named Paradise motel.
“I’ll be right back.” She said, getting out of the car. She went into the office where there was an older guy, probably in his early 40′s, standing at the reception desk. I don’t know what happened, but the guy winked at Elena as he handed the keys to her. Elena came running out and got into the car. Instead of putting the car in reverse, she drove forward into the parking lot.
As we entered the place, I saw a two-story building ahead of us. As Elena parked the car, and before we got out, I opened my mouth to say something.
“Shhh, you will know soon enough.” She silenced me by placing her finger against my lips. Getting out, she grabbed my hand as we walked towards the building. As we passed several of the rooms, I heard a few strange sounds and some screams. I was feeling a little scared because this place was far away from the city center and I didn’t want anything to happen to Elena. Yes, I would do anything to save her from any trouble, but I didn’t want her to be putting herself in a dangerous situation.
Reaching our room, I turned and looked around at the surrounding buildings. Elena used the key, and then before I could move, she slipped inside and quickly locked the door.
“Hey! I am still outside.” I shouted. “Just wait for few minutes dear.” I heard the sound of her heels on the hard floor slowly fading away. I was literally sneezing because of a cool wind that was blowing, and I had no jacket to protect myself. I guess I wasn’t standing outside the door for that long, but it seemed like forever that I stood there shivering, and trying my best to figure out what that sister of mine was doing. Usually she was very open about her actions, but suddenly now everything was a big secret. Try as hard as I could, I couldn’t think of one reason for her to be acting this way, and especially to lock me out of the room. That didn’t make any sense at all. I was about ready to call out to her and ask her what she was doing that took so long; when I heard the words that I had been waiting for. “You can come in now.” I heard a voice call out from the other side of the door. To my amazement, the door was unlocked. “She must have unlocked it while I was fighting with the wind and distracted by my thoughts.” I thought to myself as I quickly went inside and locked the door. I was unable to look around the room because it was very dark. “Elena?” I called out with concern in my voice. “Just turn on the lights and you will find me right in front of you.” I heard the mysterious voice from out of the dark say. I was sure it was Elena’s, but at this moment, I wasn’t able to spot her. Reaching behind me, I fumbled along the wall until my fingers found the light switch. My jaw dropped the moment I turned on the lights.
There, lying before me was a sight that I won’t forget for as long as I live. I know my eyes got big because I could hardly believe what I was seeing. Elena, my beautiful, sexy sister, lay on her right side facing me; fully stretched out on the bed. Her right elbow rested on a big fluffy pillow, and her pretty face rested in the palm of her hand, which was cupping her rosy cheek. The sweet smile of her full luscious lips and the look of total love in those big brown eyes was enough to melt my heart. Her eyes stared into mine, as if she was reading my innermost thoughts and feelings. I stood there, completely frozen, a captive to her gaze, unable to move or take my eyes off her. Her long dark, gently wavy hair flowed down over her left cheek, and across her throat, forming a perfect picture frame to her smooth delicate face. The ends gently caressed the upper reaches of her large round breasts as if trying to hide them from my view.
“Elena, What are you? I mean…You are…” I was literally stuttering, unable to finish my thought or sentence. Finally managing to tear my bulging eyes away from her lovely face, I was met with another captivating sight as they moved down to those two soft but firm feminine mounds, that I had spent so many hours fantasizing about in my late night dreams.
I felt my heart jump for joy when I saw that she was wearing my favorite of all her bras; the white embroidered lace bra. It was a push-up bra, which left the entire top of her breasts in plain view, except for the nipple. A narrow band of delicate lace ran along the top of the cups. Was it my imagination, or could I see the faint outline of her protruding nipples through the lace? Starting from underneath her two massive feminine charms, there was a flower embroidered into each cup. The heart of the flower centered over the slight bulge caused by her sharp pointed nipples that was struggling to poke through. The bra seemed to be attempting to protect her feminine treasures from my wondering eyes, yet at the same time daring me to come and lay claim to them. Every time she took a breath, it appeared to my hopeful eyes, as if they were going to pop out from behind their protective covering; then much to my disappointment, as she exhaled, they would settle back in, and once again dare me to come and uncover whatever lay behind that protective lace barrier.
I noticed that she was staring at my face with great interest, and with the faintest of smiles, as if she knew exactly the thoughts I was having. With great difficulty, I forced my eyes to leave this heavenly view, and continue down over her slim firm tummy. She had worked hard to keep her hourglass figure and she certainly had succeeded. I was now the beneficiary of her effort.
Still lying on her side, she had her right leg bent as if she were sitting on a chair. Her straightened left leg was on top. This tended to roll her hip back a little, forcing her love mound to push hard against her panties, the second part of that matching bra and panty combination that I love to see her wear. These tiny matching panties struggled hard to keep her gateway to exquisite pleasure hidden from my view. Like her bra, a narrow strip of lace ran along the top, encircling her hips, forming the first line of defense against any fingers that may try to invade the hidden treasure below.
Similar to her bra, a small pink flower was embroidered on the crotch, with the open petals being just above the entrance to unlimited pleasures; pleasures that my manhood which was now standing at attention like a good soldier, longed to experience once again. Each of her long slender graceful legs, which I loved to have wrapped around me, came into view from behind a lace trim. Fond memories of all the time I had spent while lying on that sandy beach, caressing and kissing them came rushing back into my mind. I allowed my eyes to follow the graceful curve of her calves down to her dainty feet, which reached almost to the foot of what had to be a king sized bed.
It had been only a few hours since I told her how much I loved to see her in that matching bra — panty combination. How, along with her long dark hair, they highlighted her fantastic figure. Now before my eyes lay the most beautiful woman in the whole universe and she is wearing exactly those same undergarments. Everything that she had done this whole evening had been for my pleasure. I knew that I had to be the luckiest guy in the world, and part of me wanted to go to her, wrap her up in my arms and make tender love to her, but another part of me wanted to stand here and continue to admire the unbelievably beautiful sight before my eyes. She allowed me to stand there for several more seconds, then without saying a word, she reached out with her left hand, beckoning me to come to her. I just stood there, unable to move, my knees were stiff and my feet felt like they were made of concrete. My mind seemed frozen, unable to think clearly, unable to command my body to move. Her eyes never left mine, and she seemed to sense that she had me under her spell. As I stood at the corner of the bed, I saw Elena lift herself up and slowly move towards me. Her movements were as sensual and graceful as a cat. In a few seconds, she was standing right in front of me, her beautiful face with just a hint of a smile, inches away from mine. Before I could speak or move, I felt the touch of her fingers on mine as she took hold of my hand. “Baby…I want to tell you something.” She softly whispered as she leaned forward and lightly kissed my neck. “Yes…?” I gulped.
Holding my right hand in hers, she placed my palm against the warm skin of her tummy, and then ever so slowly inched my hand down until my fingers were barely touching that lace barrier that was guarding her feminine treasures that I knew lay hidden below. I closed my eyes because I didn’t want anything to break the mood. The sexual tension in the room was so high you could have cut it with a knife. I felt her briefly tense her stomach muscles, allowing room for her to continue gradually moving my hand down, but now inside the waistband of her panties. Her whole body tensed for a moment as my probing fingers suddenly made contact with her young beautiful pussy.
“Do you feel that baby?” She whispered in my ear. Maintaining a firm pressure against the back of my hand, she began to rub her pussy, allowing my fingers to caress her soft tender lips. She kissed my ear lobe making it wet with her tongue, as my fingers continued to play with and explore her pussy. I felt her wet, young pussy lips open up more in response to my gentle fondling. A huge tent began to form inside my jeans.
“Mmmmmm” She moaned. When I opened my eyes, I found her looking at my bulge and licking her lips. Keeping a firm pressure on my hand, she used her left hand and slowly pulled down the zipper of my bulging jeans. This released the pressure somewhat, giving my cock more space to expand, however, my boxer shorts still held it captive.
A wet spot of pre-cum had already formed on my underwear. This brought a little smile to her face as she saw how this spot was slowly getting bigger. I have never came so close to exploding, as I did when she boldly reached inside my jeans and fumbled with my shorts, trying to find the opening. She was pushing my willpower to the limit, as I felt her hand bump against my inflamed love handle several times, until she finally found the opening. Instantly, my cock popped out of my jeans through the open zipper. Before I could stop it, a loud sigh of relief escaped my lips, bringing a bright smile to her lips.
“Tonight will be a special night for you, Sir. This girl will make sure that you remember it for a very long time.” She said, biting her lower lip. I was little surprised when she called me Sir. Then I thought she must have said it to sound naughty.
“This is your night, and I will do anything you ask. Your wish is my command.” Slowly she leaned forward and brought her lips closer to mine. The moment our lips met, there was an explosion of total peace and serenity that overwhelmed us both. The true meaning of life, the love, and the utter wonder on our faces was beyond expression. I hoped it would never end. Slowly I parted my lips from hers, the lingering taste of her strawberry flavored lips still fresh in my mind.
“Woah!” I murmured, but I think that judging from the surprised look on her face, the feelings that flowed during our kiss overwhelmed the both of us. Slowly, she removed my hand from her panty and brought it to her lips. She licked every drop of cum off my fingers as you would an ice cream cone, enjoying every bit. After licking my palm clean, she looked down at my manhood that was sticking straight out so hard and stiff that I think you could have hung your coat on it. I couldn’t help but notice the devilish gleam that suddenly came into her eyes, obviously she had just thought of something and I was about to find out what it was.
Reaching down with her right hand, she firmly took hold of my love handle, gave me a knowing smile and a light squeeze, and then led me over to the bed, allowing me to stop long enough to remove my shoes before I got on the bed. She pushed me down and then lay down beside me without removing her eyes from my wet spot, and then she slowly moved down until her face was right in front of where my bulge had been before she freed me.
Swinging her legs over mine, she got on top of me so that her face was right on top of my crotch. She slowly began to lean forward and stuck out her tongue when she was inches away from my cock. I thought I knew what she was going to do, but true to her nature, she surprised me by doing something I never expected. Continuing to lower her head, she started to lick the tasty pre-cum that had been absorbed by my boxers and to suck it like a lollipop. After licking all the hot cum from my underwear, she lifted herself up. I thought I knew what she was going to do next, so I tried to unbutton my jeans, but she stopped me by placing her hand over mine and smiled at me. “Let me do it for you, dear.” She said in a soft voice as she winked at me. She unbuttoned my jeans and I rose up as she pulled them down and then she threw them aside. I sat up as she grabbed the bottom of my shirt, slowly pulled it over my head and threw it to the floor. “I am very thirsty. Let me have the tasty juice coming out of this beautiful cock.” She grabbed the waistband of my boxers using her teeth and began to pull them down over my legs. She had a bit of a struggle getting them over my hard standing cock, but finally by using her hands she managed to get them off.
“Mmmm, my favorite scent in the whole world.” She said, as she smelled the underwear, which was still wet with cum, for a few minutes before tossing it away. Looking at me for a long moment, she smiled, then suddenly and with no warning, she took her right hand and wrapped it over the top part of my shaft, just below the head.
“Oh fuck!” I shouted the moment her hand touched my cock. It had taken all my will power to keep myself under control up to this point, but her grabbing me this way was too much. I couldn’t control myself; my hips came up off the bed as I shot a long stream of pearly white straight up into the air. This didn’t stop her; she began stroking and teasing me with her fingernails. She leaned over and put her lips over the head and stuck out her tongue to tease the underside, then lapped up any remaining cum coming out of my cock using just the tip of her tongue.
“Don’t be teasing me baby…please…aaah…Just take it inside your mouth!” I pleaded. She opened her mouth, wrapped her lips around my dick head and slowly started moving her mouth up and down. She increased her pace just a little with each movement. I could feel her tongue caressing my dick as she moved up and down. Even though I had just unloaded a huge load of my seed a few minutes ago, I could feel another load building fast. With a combination of her lips and tongue caressing me, and the feel of her teeth lightly scraping my tender underside, it was humanly impossible to withstand her for very long.
“Yes, oh yes…suck it Sis, suck it like you mean it…suck it Sis…Oh yes!” I moaned. She took my hard, wet cock all the way back into her mouth like it was her favourite ice cream. “I can’t take it anymore, I’m going to explode!” I warned. She quickly increased her pace and started pumping fast with her hand as well as with her mouth. I felt her increase the pressure of her lips as they gripped me so she wouldn’t lose a drop of her dessert. This only served to increase the stimulation I was feeling which pushed me towards my breaking point that much faster
“Here it comes!” I shot gush after powerful gush. I kept shooting cum into her mouth but she just kept sucking until she had milked every drop out of me. She swallowed and licked her lips, then scooted up my body until she was able to lean over me and give me a kiss.
“My cum tastes good, doesn’t it?” I smiled. “It’s just like an old wine.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I held her close. Our bodies pressed into each other, our lips connecting our very souls. I reached around to unclasp her bra as we kissed. Our lips parted as she lifted herself up to remove her bra, that same bra that had been shielding her two feminine charms from my gaze. It seemed like forever since I had last seen her two mountains with their little mounds on top. My fingers longed to explore all the hidden treasures that her pretty, white embroidered bra had kept from me. She had placed her legs on either side of me so she was sitting on my thighs. The thought of finally getting a chance to once again hold and caress her soft breasts in my hands, caused my semi-hard prick to tense and jerk. I know she felt the sudden added pressure against her pussy lips that were almost directly over my prick.
Her eyes got big as she squirmed down harder on me. “What do we have here? It seems as if another part of you is still alive and well. We’ll have to do something about that before long.” She said, giving me a devilish grin. “But first, let’s get rid of this bra, since I know that you want to see what I have been hiding underneath it, now don’t you?” She started to reach up to remove the garment, but I had other ideas.
“No, please let me do it.” I begged.
“Okay, honey. Of course you can.” She said, dropping her hands back down to my chest.
Even though I had unhooked her bra strap, it still clung to her tits, unwilling to give up its job of supporting her breasts and protecting them from my invading hands. For a few glorious moments, I lay there looking up at her. She quietly sat there presenting her beautiful breasts to me as if on a silver platter. All I had to do was to remove the cover.
Reaching up, I placed the palms of my hands over each trembling breast, and then very slowly, I carefully slid them down over her soft delicate skin, skin so soft it felt like I was caressing fine silk. I couldn’t help but notice the moment I touched her, her breathing became more rapid and for a moment, she closed her eyes as she took in a deep breath. Then opening her lovely brown eyes, she watched every move I made. Reaching the very tip, I carefully pulled the strip of lace that had been hiding her pink nipples from my sight, down and tucked it in underneath her breasts. This left her full breast fully supported the way I liked to see them but also left her pointed nipple on full display.
“Now that is the way a bra should be.” I said, giving her a smile and a wink. She didn’t say anything, just gave me a warm smile. Moving my palms under these two beautiful mountains of female flesh, I helped support them while my thumbs slowly moved in circles around her areolas, gradually getting closer and closer to my ultimate goal. The moment I made contact with the summit, she tensed up and I heard her take in a deep breath.
“Oh…Alan! She exclaimed. “How I love it when you fondle me that way. You have no idea how fantastic that feels to have you caressing me like you do.”
“I love it also. I can’t seem to get enough of touching you, especially your breasts.” I reached up and slid the straps down off her shoulders. To my amazement, her breasts hung on to the now almost useless bra, as if for some reason they didn’t want to let go of the very item that had been holding them captive. Then sliding my hands down her sides, I once again cupped her heaving mounds. Her breathing was keeping pace with my wildly beating heart, but she never once took her eyes off my roving hands. With my thumbs, I gave her hard as stone nipples a final caress, then slowly pulled her bra away from her body.
Pulling her arms out of the shoulder straps, she took the bra from my hands and casually tossed it over her shoulder, with a silly grin on her face. “I guess we won’t need that any more tonight, will we?”
I didn’t answer, but there was no need to, she already knew what my answer would be. There was no prettier sight than to see her naked, and while she wasn’t completely naked now, I knew that if I had my way, she soon would be. The only garment she wore was those skimpy white panties with the pink flower embroidered on the front. It was a nice feeling; when I glanced down at her crotch to see a dark spot appearing around that flower, to know that I was able to give her pleasure same as she did for me. I loved to explore that part of her sexy body and I fully intended to do so again soon. However, there were other things on my mind now, and tearing my eyes away from her pussy; I saw that they were getting closer to me by the minute.
I looked up just in time to see her leaning towards me. A moment later, she was far enough ahead so that she had my face buried between her large boobs. Taking advantage of the situation, I reached up with both hands, clasped the sides of her hanging mountains of flesh and firmly pressed them against my cheeks. I heard, or maybe felt, a moan of pleasure from her lungs as my face and nose pressed tight against her chest. Kissing and licking the inside of each breast, I gradually pushed her back until I not only could breathe again, but was now within easy reach of those lovely nipples that I loved so dearly. With my right hand, I held her breast while I latched on to her left nipple, sucking it into my mouth. I thought she would complain but she didn’t. “Tonight you can play it rough.” She smiled. “You can suck them, bite them; do whatever you want.” She said, as I kept sucking her delicious boobs. She kept her hands around the back of my head holding me motionless, while I licked and sucked on it like a little baby looking for milk. A few minutes later, I moved across to her other boob, but now I was sucking them hard. Elena grabbed my other hand and squeezed her right boob with it, while I sucked and bit her nipple.
“These are the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen.” I said as I massaged her big boobs with both my hands. I played with them and sucked them until I had thoroughly enjoyed her breasts, satisfying my deepest desire to play with them as I had always wanted to.
“You really love my tits, don’t you, baby? I love the way you treat them too, but I want you to know that I have other parts of my body waiting for you, you sexy boy…don’t make them wait too long! They get lonesome too and need constant love and attention.” She pleaded, while I took a hard nipple into my mouth and sucked on it. I used the tip of my tongue to flick it back and forth, which brought a sigh of enjoyment from her lips. At the same time, I played with the other one between my fingers.
“Yes, I know you do.” I said, while trying to catch my breath after enjoying her boobs. As much fun as I had playing with her enormous breasts and their hard pink nipples, I wanted more. Reaching out, I placed my hands on the waistband of her panty. I think she knew what I was about to do because she stood up before I could pull them down. Since I was still lying on the bed, this put her pretty, white panties and all that lay hidden beneath, out of my reach. Not to have my prize stolen away from me at the last moment, I quickly sat up.
“Thought you could get away from me, didn’t you?” Looking up at her smiling face, I said.
“No, that wasn’t what I was thinking. I have absolutely no desire ever to get away from you, now that I realize the love you have for me. I just wanted to make you work for the prize you are hoping to get.” She giggled, while looking down at me with a coy look in her eyes.
With my arms still around her, she turned so that she was standing facing me. I could feel the heat from her body, as she pressed tight against me, her hard nipples digging into my chest. Her face only inches from mine; she removed her finger from my lips, and put both arms around my neck. Looking deep into her lovely brown eyes, I saw pure love there, a love that was brighter than the sun.
She leaned forward and gave me the sweetest kiss I’m sure I will ever receive. For a few moments, I stood there holding her in my arms; what she had just now said to me surprised me so much that I was stunned. Regaining my senses, I became aware once again of this beautiful, almost naked woman, standing there pressing her body against mine.
As I knelt down on the bed in front of her, I let my eyes and hands trail down over her magnificent body. Reaching out my hands to her hips, I tucked my fingers into the waistband of her sexy white panties. This time she didn’t step away as I slowly pulled them down over her legs. As her womanhood gradually was exposed to my eyes, I hesitated a moment, taking in the beautiful sight.
For a moment, my mind carried me into another world, a world of fantastic pleasure, as I remembered the enjoyment I had the first time I had the chance to explore all the hidden treasures behind those pink lips. Feeling her place her hands on my shoulders to keep from falling, brought me back to the present. As I pulled her moist panties down to her feet, she stepped out of them with her left foot. Then catching them on her other foot, she flung her leg out and tossed it clear across the room.
“The way my clothes are scattered all over this room, I’ll probably never find all of them again.” She said with a little giggle.
“That’s okay. I wouldn’t care if you never found any of them.” I replied, giving her a knowing look as I glanced up at her.
“Oh, I know you wouldn’t. I don’t imagine you will help me look for them either, will you?”
“You got that right, Sis. I sure won’t.”
Reaching out my arms, I tried to pull her down on the bed beside me. Instead of kneeling down, she pushed hard against me. All of a sudden, I fell backwards, so I was now lying on my back. She then carefully walked towards the head of the bed, never once taking her eyes off me. When she reached my waist, she paused a moment, then carefully stepped across my body with her right foot. There she stood, straddling me with her moist pussy straight in front of my eyes. My tongue was dying to get hold of that pussy. I knew what she was about to do, and I sure didn’t mind what was going to happen next, because I had seen many girls doing it in porn videos. What she was about to do, if I remember it correctly, is called face sitting.
Slowly and carefully, she knelt down on my chest, with each of her long graceful legs gripping my sides. Her eyes bore into mine, as if asking me for permission to do what she was thinking. She was nibbling on her bottom lip in that sexy way she has. As she had done in the past, she once again surprised me by what she did next. She leaned forward so she was resting on her hands beside my head, which also placed her chest directly above my face.
“Since you love them so much, here is a special treat for you.” She giggled, as she shook her shoulders a couple times, causing her large, now free-swinging breasts to slap against my cheek, and her hard pointed nipples to scrape across my face.
Sitting up, she slowly inched forward on her knees, with a wicked smile on her face, until her delicate pussy lips pressed hard against my face. She jerked the moment my lips came in contact with her pussy.
“Aaaah!” She moaned. Her legs still gripping my sides, she looked down at me with a look of love and anticipation in those lovely brown eyes of hers.
“Okay Alan. I had my dessert while we were in the men’s room at the restaurant, so now it is your turn to have yours.” She said, as she ran her fingers through my hair, and lovingly caressed my cheeks with both of her hands.
I placed both my hands on her thighs to hold her in that position. Since spending that first day on our island, I had learned to love the scent of wet pussy. I began to lick the outer lips of her pussy starting at the bottom of her crack and working my way up. In between licks and gently chewing on them with my teeth, I used my lips to nibble along the edges, varying the routine so she didn’t have a chance to be bored. I could see Elena was enjoying all of my activities as she closed her eyes and bit her lips in between her moans of pleasure.
The expressions on her face were affecting my cock. It was bobbing up and down trying to get our attention, as if to say, “Please let me in on the action also.” Meanwhile I was too busy watching the expressions change while I licked her pussy, to pay any attention to it, though I knew that soon its demands would be more than I could resist and I’d have to give in.
“Yes! Oh, yes! Just like that! Oh fuck!” She suddenly moaned, as my sharp probing tongue touched an extra sensitive spot. Her moans were loud enough to raise the roof, but it didn’t bother me, instead it motivated me to make her scream louder by pushing my tongue inside her pussy. Her immediate response was to grab the back of my head, and slam my face tighter against her throbbing lips.
She was bobbing up and down on her knees so fast; I wouldn’t have been able to maintain contact with her flowing pussy if she hadn’t had a death grip on my head. Her mighty tits were flying around like a flag whipping in a strong wind. Every time she came down, it forced my lips and probing tongue deeper into her quivering pussy, causing even louder groans from between her clenched teeth. The back of my head was bouncing against the bed faster than the point of a jackhammer.
Her moans were like an energy drink to me, giving me the strength to keep on going and going and going. I alternated between raking my tongue over the full length of her engorged love bud, and sucking it into my mouth, holding it firmly between my lips and quickly flicking my tongue across its sensitive tip. I was moving my lips on her pussy like a cat drinking milk. Realizing that her time had come when I felt her body jerk, I increased the pace of my tongue as I heard her moans getting louder. Grabbing her thighs, I stayed with her as her body suddenly released a flood of juice.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaah!” She screamed, as I drank her cum that was flowing from her pussy like a mighty river. It was sweet like honey and the scent was mind blowing. I licked every side of her pussy lips to make sure I didn’t miss even a single drop of precious cream. Watching her face as she reacted to the different sensations that raced along every nerve in her body was a treat in itself. There was a very beautiful emotion on her face as she opened her eyes, one of undying love and devotion.
“Oh my God! That was quite amazing. I am sure if you keep doing what you did right now, you could make me cum in my panties just with your eyes.” She smiled.
“I would love to do that.” I laughed. “Just think of all the possibilities and how much fun that would be. I hope you are not tired because I am not done yet.”
She looked at my cock, which had spit out some cum while I was licking up the last drop of her sweet juice that had managed to flow down her firm thighs. “Nor am I.” She smiled and slowly moved down my body until her ass hit my cock. She lifted herself up a little bit and reached down between her legs for my cock. The moment her fingers closed around me, I saw stars appear before my eyes. It took an almost super human effort to resist exploding.
She took hold of my cock and with a wild gleam in her eyes; she raked the hard point the full length of her pussy several times. Sensing that I wouldn’t be able to withstand much more of this kind of treatment, she leaned forward slightly to get a better angle and then carefully slid it inside her pussy.
“Ah fuck…it feels so good…..aaah!” She moaned. She slammed her butt down hard on my penis, causing my orgasm to send shudders of pleasure throughout my entire body. She pulled up and sank back down as we both moaned and breathed in hard. She sat down all the way and squeaked when my cock hit bottom before her butt touched my groin. Leaning forward she put her face close to mine. A loud groan escaped her ruby lips, since this position brought my manhood in direct contact with her clit.
Her breasts hung down, letting her nipples brush lightly against my chest. It felt so good and we both gasped at the feeling. She was looking deep into my eyes while she continued a slow up and down motion over my erect penis. My eyelids fell; I opened my mouth, and moved my lips to touch Elena’s. Her mouth was open slightly taking in air and breathing out with the rhythm of our movements. Her lips felt so good, pressed against mine, we let our lips softly mingle together. I felt her tongue touch my lips and I gently sucked on it then I released it and used my tongue to dance around hers. It was so hot.
As I started to thrust up to deliver more of my large erect penis into her wet, sucking pussy, sweat was pouring off my forehead. I was pounding up into her round butt with such force; I had a hard time keeping my wet mouth and tongue on her nipples. My hands were eagerly exploring her back and smooth butt, and grunting like an animal, I knew that I was reaching the peak of my orgasm. I didn’t think it was possible, but I felt my huge penis swell even larger as it was about to spurt cum inside of her. Coming down harder than usual against my heaving hips, and driving my rod further up into her tunnel of love than I’d ever been before, pushed me past my breaking point and I shot my cum inside her like a hand grenade.
“Ooooh Mmmm!” I screamed as I felt my cream leaving me in a torrent. Filling her cavity, I saw cum flow out over my cock and thighs, and onto the sheets. My whole body was tense and sweating. I was gasping for air and sighing repeatedly as I tightened my arms around her and pulled her tight against me. For several wonderful glorious minutes, we both lay there, her hot quivering body pressed tight against me. Still deeply impaled on my love rod, I could feel her muscles tighten and then relax as they milked the last drops of my life giving fluid from me. Lying there supporting the full weight of my love, as she lay on top of me, I couldn’t imagine life being any better. It was if somehow, I had magically transported to a fantasy world, where nothing is ever wrong and everything imaginable is perfect. During the past few days since we sailed to our private love island, I had experienced almost every erotic fantasy that had ever been in one of my erotic late night dreams.
“Anything else you would like to do, anything which you never tried before with your girl?” Her soft-spoken voice broke the spell I had been living in for the past few minutes. It amazed me when she asked me that question because I was feeling so tired, even after having dinner just a few hours ago, but she wasn’t.
“That’s a very attractive offer. “I replied, never being one to turn down a wonderful opportunity like that. “If we are going to do something more, then I think it’s time for us to try anal.” I suggested hopefully. It had always been something I’d wondered about, but I wasn’t sure how she would react to my suggestion. “Do you really want to?” She asked, looking intently at me. “Yes.” “Then what are you waiting for?”
I flipped her over on the bed and then waited while she got up on her hands and knees. Then leaning over on top of her, as she spread her legs wide apart, I took the opportunity to reach around her chest and cup her hanging tits in the palms of my hands. It seemed that I couldn’t get enough of holding and mauling them and she seemed to feel the same way. I felt rather than heard, her take in a sudden deep breath as I rolled those two protruding mounds on top of her breasts between my thumb and fingers. Her long hanging feminine mounds pressed my hands against the sheet as she lowered herself to her elbows. This gave me the perfect excuse to press harder against her tits, bringing a light moan of pleasure from her. It was hard, but I forced myself to release these two treasures, because now I was about to enter another totally unknown part of her worldly charms.
Placing my hands on her shapely butt, I used my fingers to split her ass cheeks wide apart, and there before my eyes lay the tiny puckered entrance, the entrance to that unknown world that I was about to experience for the first time. Using my forefinger, I lightly touched this tightly closed gateway. Each time I did, I saw her tighten her thigh muscles and flinch slightly, not from pain but from anticipation. Taking my prick in my left hand, I pointed it towards this gateway as I moved my hips closer to her. I may not have the largest sex tool in the world, but I couldn’t help but wonder how I’d ever manage to get myself into such a tiny hole, but I also knew that I sure was going to try. I had barely made contact with her puckered anus; when I heard her take in a deep breath, hold it while she tensed every muscle in her body.
She seemed to know that this was the real thing and not my finger and so was preparing herself for the pain of entry. Then I suddenly remembered reading about how very painful anal sex was for the woman without using proper lubrication first, however I had nothing here to use. An idea came to mind almost immediately, and I knew what might work or at least make it easier. She had told me earlier that I could be as rough as I wanted, but I loved her sincerely, so I had no desire to cause her any unnecessary pain.
Lowering my aim, I easily entered her other hole, which I had left only a few minutes before. It was still sopping wet, so I figured maybe if I coated my manhood with some more of her cum, it would help make the entrance to her anal canal easier. Even if it didn’t help, being back inside her here was a very comfortable feeling; almost like being at home.
Looking back at me over her right shoulder, and with a puzzled voice, she said. “Honey, that isn’t the right hole.”
“I know it isn’t, sweetheart. However, I read somewhere that anal penetration without proper lubrication can be very painful for the girl, and I love you too much to want to hurt you. I thought maybe this would help if I got myself wet first.”
“You are always so thoughtful, such a dear.”
After a couple of strokes, I knew that I was as wet as I’d ever be, so pulling out, I maneuvered myself back into position, preparing to make my grand entrance. Once again, she tensed her whole body when she felt the pointed head of my love handle begin pushing against her. As I started to apply more and more pressure, it was as if her body was doing its best to keep me out by keeping that doorway shut tight.
“Push harder, Alan. Push a lot harder.” She grunted. Lowering her head to the pillow, she grasped the sheet in each hand as if preparing herself for what she knew was to come.
Doing as she asked, I applied a lot more pressure, and suddenly without warning, I burst through, with my whole cock head buried inside her. This made me gasp at the totally new and different feeling. I could see that I was inside her, but she had such a tight grip on me it felt like she was going to squeeze my penis in two. I didn’t think that I’d be able to move.
“Aaaaaaaaah! Fuck!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, wildly throwing her head back.
Hearing her scream of intense pain, scared me, and for a minute, I wasn’t sure what to do. The pain must be excruciating for her, but she didn’t complain except for that initial yell. The thought of “should I keep pushing in or should I immediately pull out,” raced through my mind. I momentary froze as I tried to decide. Unknown to me, this gave her a chance to adjust to the invader that was sitting just inside her ass.
“Thank you for waiting and giving me a chance to adjust.” She said in a hoarse whisper, once again looking back at me.
It about broke my heart, when I happened to notice that there was a tear in her eye, just before she once again lowered her face to the crumpled up pillow. I promised myself that I’d do my best to make it up to her for hurting her his way.
“Okay, go ahead and push the rest of the way into me.” I heard her whisper in a muffled voice.
Her voice sounded not only slightly muffled from her face being buried in the pillow, but also somewhat shaky. Something deep inside me told me that she was deliberately keeping her face from my sight because she didn’t want me to see her crying. I did feel the intense pressure with which she had been gripping me; begin to ease, so I slowly continued to enter her asshole with my dick.
“Aaaaah!” She groaned, but this time her voice sounded more normal.
I continued to enter deeper into her ass, slowly pushing in until my entire dick was inside her. As I started thrusting in and out of her ass, I was moaning like crazy with pleasure, because the tightness of her ass was sending me over the edge. Even though I had just had a huge release a few minutes ago, this was such a new and exciting experience that I could feel my body beginning to respond once again.
I started thrusting harder by grabbing her hips with my hands, and pulling her back as I thrust forward. This soon became unnecessary, because she was matching every forward thrust of mine by shoving her whole body back hard against me, driving my long steel pole deep into her bowels. Her moans were getting more intense with every thrust. She was intensifying her pleasure by rapidly massaging her once again enlarged woman-hood; that was now poking out from its protective covering, with the fingers of her left hand. Both of us seemed to be of one mind and that was to reach our own personal crest, and to do that we were soon moving as one, in and out faster and faster.
I grabbed her firmly around her waist with my arms just before I felt my orgasm reach its peak. The moment I felt myself break over the crest, I reached forward under her stomach, grabbed a rapidly swinging breast in each hand and squeezed her nipples hard. I shot a load of cum like a hand grenade inside her, filling her ass with hot cum. This was a strange sensation but it felt amazing in a new way. At the same moment, I felt her whole body tremble and shake as wave after wave of pleasure raced along every nerve path from her head to her toes.
“Oh. Oh yes…YES!” She cried out, but this time in a happy voice. Due to sheer exhaustion, we both collapsed on the bed too weak to move. For several moments, we remained in that position, me above her and still deeply imbedded within her ass. Gradually our bodies returned to normal.
“Did you like it?” I asked as I slowly pulled my cock from her ass and rolled over onto the bed facing her. “Giving you the ultimate pleasure is my job and I will do anything to please you.” She replied, smiling like a slut.
We kissed for a little while as we lay beside each other. Even though we had fucked each other many times, I must say this was the second best time of all. Of course, the first one will always be my favorite fuck. The wonderful memories of that first time we made love on that sandy beach of our vacation island will remain with me for the rest of my life.
“I am little tired right now baby. Can I close my eyes for five minutes because we have to leave in few minutes and I have to drive?” She asked. Before I could ask any more questions, she closed her eyes. She looked so beautiful laying there as I watched her sleep; that I decided not to wake her up to ask anything. A few things were bothering me. First, we have our own house, but we came to this cheap motel to fuck. Second, Elena didn’t complain as she had in the past, when I was a little rough while molesting her boobs even though she knew I liked it. I decided to confront her with these questions as soon as she wakes up. “Baby. Wake up, honey.” I said as I kissed her on the cheek. Although I hated myself for having to wake her up but she had asked me to. She sat up and stretched her arms. She placed her hand between her hair while resting her hand on thigh and looked at me.
“Put on your clothes honey. We have to leave in few minutes.” She kissed me on the cheek and got off the bed.
“Elena. Can I ask you one thing?” I asked politely.
“Yes, my baby, of course you can. Anytime you have a question, I want you to feel free to ask me.” She replied, as she picked up her bra from where she had tossed it on the floor. While waiting to hear my question, she put it on.
“What are we doing in this motel? I mean we could have done all this in our home, so then why here?”
Before answering me, she looked around the room for her panties, finally spotting them lying on the floor across the room where she had kicked them. She went over and picked them up, then turned to face me. “Do you really want to know?” She asked, as she slipped her legs inside her panty.
After wiggling her hips into her panties, she crossed back to the bed, and sat next to me; then looked at me as if she was going to something naughty. “I brought you here…because…because.” She looked down as she circled her fingers on my thighs.
“Please tell me.” I begged. It was obvious that something was bothering her, and it seemed as if whatever it was, she wasn’t sure she wanted me to know. I put my arm around her shoulder to try to reassure her that no matter what it was, it was okay to tell me.