5 comments/ 45791 views/ 1 favorites D's Story By: Victoria_2001_02769 He'd sent her some pictures, so she could get an idea of his size. So, she was quite pleasantly surprised when answering the phone two days ago, she found the object of her wayward thoughts on the other end. She'd been working on her book, and had run into a small block, which didn't happen very often, so she had decided to go into the kitchen to make coffee and to stretch her muscles, which had become a bit stiff from sitting so long. As she waited for the coffee to start, she reached to answer the shrill ringing of the telephone. "Hello?" "Hi Sexy!" The pleasant sounding, male voice said. "D!" She grinned widely upon recognizing the greeting she associated with only one person. "How'd you guess it was me?" He laughed, while being very pleased she'd recognized him. "The greeting, silly." She was still smiling as she quickly sat down, for her legs had suddenly gone wobbly. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?" "Well, I'm going to be in the area on business, and thought, and hoped, you might like to get together for dinner." He crossed his fingers as he waited for her answer. "Why, D! I'd love to. When are you planning on being here?" She quickly crossed her ankles to try and stem the surge of desire that had suddenly blossomed in the middle of her body. "Well, I have some meetings scheduled on Monday and Tuesday, so I thought I'd head out this weekend. Is that too soon?" She could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke. Smiling in return, she answered him back. "No, D. But I do have a suggestion though. Not to sound overly forward or anything; but I know that there are numerous conventions going on in town and most places are going to be either booked full, or too pricey. I have a spare room that you're welcome to use." Suddenly laughing, and blushing, she continued. "I can offer you some of the same amenities that the hotel chains do; just not the same prices." "Why, Sexy! Are you blushing over there?" He grinned and teased. She burst into a fit of unsuppressed giggles, which told him all he needed to know. "Uh huh, I thought so." Laughing in return he continued, "I graciously accept your offer. Are you sure this weekend won't be too inconvenient for you, or too soon?" "No, D. I've run into a snag on the current book, and I'd love the company. This weekend will be fine. What time are you arriving?" "Well, the company booked me on the 6am flight, via Delta. I'm sorry if that's too early." "Ohhh no. I'm usually up by or just before 6 here anyway. And I realize that you mean 6am Eastern Time. Tell you what; when you land, give a call, and I'll send a car round for you. We'll have breakfast ready when you get here. Deal?" Hearing the obvious pleasure in her voice, he accepted and smiling wider, he rang off so he could start packing. That call had been on Wednesday and this was Friday. Friday morning dawned bright and clear. She arose with a smile, and got dressed, saving her shower for later, and went into the kitchen to make coffee. Having started that, she went back down the hall to the guest room and threw open the French doors, letting the cool dawn breezes in. Turning from the doors, and walking over to the Queen-size, black iron canopy, she made quick work of stripping the bedding. As she crossed thru the kitchen for the garage, the smell of coffee filled the air. She quickly put the bedding into the washer, set the dials, and then headed back up the short stairs and her first cup. As she sat at the island counter, with its butcher-block top, Glenda came into the kitchen from the other wing. "Morning Missy," she said with a smile. "Morning Glenda. You're up early, or is it me? Is James up and around yet? I have need of him to go to the airport later. A friend is arriving from the East, having been booked on Delta's first flight at 6." "Yes, Missy. He's out washing the car as we speak. You sure do seem happy this morning." Grinning, she added, "Is this friend male?" She couldn't stop herself and suddenly blushed. "Glenda! How did you know?" Laughing at her sudden embarrassment, making the blush all that more pronounced, she continued, "Am I that transparent? Never mind, it's all right. Don't tell me!" Both ladies laughed as Glenda agreed she'd set the sheets into the dryer and remake the bed in the guest room. Yes, she agreed, she'd put a vase of Sterling Silver roses on the dresser, in front of the mirrors. And she’d turn on the ceiling fan before leaving the room. With her second cup of coffee in her hand, she headed off to her den/library and her book. She needed the distraction. With the block gone as suddenly as it had appeared, Jynx had gotten two chapters typed and saved, and was well into the third, when the phone rang, startling her - so intense was her concentration. "Hello?" "Hi Sexy! We just landed, but we haven't deplaned yet." "Oh, D! Hi yourself. Okay, thanks for the heads up. I'll send James round now, to meet you outside of Baggage Claim. Are you fairly loaded with luggage?" "No, dear. I've learned to travel somewhat lightly." She could hear the easy laugh in his voice and was able to envision the wide smile. "All righty then, D. Look for the Jamaican with the Gold colored Lincoln Luxury Towne Car. He should be there in about 25 minutes. See you in a little bit." "Ok, Sexy. Sounds good. You're sure this is no bother now?" "No, D, it's not. Really. Ciao for now." She quickly replaced the receiver in the cradle of the phone and headed for the kitchen on a run. "Glenda! James!" "Yes, Missy?" Two voices chimed in answer. 'Good Morning James," she said as she hurried into the kitchen. "Iree! Don you look fine dis mornin'," she grinned as she quipped her accent. James teeth flashed white as he responded to her quip with a smile of his own. "Iree! Missy! Shore I do, Mon. What be on your plate dat you go 'bout rushin' in here like dat?" "Phone, James. Me friend, he be at da a’port. Could you go an fetch him up, please?" Standing up and donning his cap, James flashed another smile, kissed his Glenda, patted Missy on her cheek and strode for the door. "Now you, Missy. Git to dat showa! You don' won to be meetin' dis mon an not be sweet. Glenda got dis end o things. Go!" Quickly giving Glenda a hug, she headed off to her room and a cool shower. Within five minutes, she came back into her room to find a light and airy dress of shaded blues was laid out for her, and a vase of Lady Diana roses had been placed on her dresser. She quickly dressed, having opened her lingerie chest; she slipped into the briefest pair of small clothes she could find, and a strapless bra of ice blue. She then raised her arms and let the dress glide over her head. Stepping into her white sandals, she decided against wearing stockings. Picking up her favorite fragrance, she sprayed just a bit into the air and walked into the mist, leaving just the lightest of scent on her cool skin. Looking in the mirror, she gave a quick swipe of Mauve lip rouge, and then she was ready. She stepped to the window just as the car drove up. Walking quickly down the hall, she reached the foyer just as the door swung inward and James, followed by D, entered. She smiled as she approached the tall male who stood behind James. Her small hand went out in immediate greeting as she drew level to the man. "D! How nice to finally meet you. Please, come in. James? Would you mind taking Mr. D's luggage to the guest room on the East side please? Thank you for going to the airport for me. Would you buzz Glenda? Ask her to come and unpack and then steam press Mr. D's suits for his meetings too please?" "Yes, Missy. Be glad to do. You enjoy yer visit now, Mr. D. You goin' ta be Iree!" Whistling, James picked up the luggage, then went down the hall toward the guest room, leaving the couple to get acquainted. "Please D, come in and relax. 6 am flights can be brutal. If you care to remove your shoes, your feet will be more comfortable and won’t swell." They strolled across the foyer and into the cool living room, in a leisurely and companionable way. D's eyes were busy darting around the room as they entered, but they always came back to rest on the petite woman beside him. He let his eyes rove round the big room, from the tall semi-circle ceiling, to the Dusty Rose carpet beneath his sock clad feet. He'd opted to leave his shoes by the door at Jynx's suggestion. He noted, with approval, that though the carpet was a Dusty Rose, the curtain sheers at the French Doors facing the watery alcove were the palest of pinks, and a set of Pale pink sheers spattered with Burgundy and Mauve rose buds hung at the windows, and billowed and rippled in tune with the breezes coming from the bay windows found on either side of the door. The sound of her voice brought him out of his perusal. "D?" She lightly touched his lower arm so as not to startle him. "Why don't you sit here on the sofa so Glenda can bring us the breakfast she prepared?" "Huh? What? Oh! Yeah, sorry." He sat down on the sofa next to Jynx, trying to still the sudden urge to kiss her lips. Glenda brought in the tea trolley and its array of dishes, with their mouth-watering aromas, and set it next to Jynx. She slipped just as quietly from the room, as she had entered. "After we finish up here, I'll show you around if you like, so you can find your way so you won't end up getting too lost." Jynx couldn't stop smiling; and she was sure she was blushing. D was just being too nice to comment on it. "Mmm, this food is delicious and the tour sounds great!" Sitting back, feeling refreshed, and slightly over full, he debated about speaking his mind. Clearing his throat, he forged ahead. "Jynx, are you sure this is no imposition? This looks like it's an awesome place you have here. I just can't believe there's no one here other than you; and your help, of course. Don't you ever get lonely though? I don't mean to sound rude here, but I am finding it very hard to believe you're unattached." She met the directness of his gaze, with one of her own. She placed her left palm, gently against his right cheek before she mastered her voice. "D, let me answer your questions, in order, as best as I can. Ok? Item #1: No, this is really no imposition. Item #2: This IS an awesome place. Item #3: You'd best believe that there is no one here other than myself, Glenda and James here in the house, and the outside help; and now, you. Item #4: Yes, I get lonely; and No, you're not being rude by asking. Even though mother is no longer living, I guess I haven't thought about 'becoming entangled', with someone of the male persuasion. My book, or books as it were, help keep me "entangled" enough as it is. "What with the manner of her illness, it made it very difficult to even think about attachments; let alone the forming and becoming attached to someone. I know that didn't get said right, or come out right; but that's the jist of it. I'm looking very much forward to your stay here." Laying her hand lightly atop his, she continued by saying again, that she was going to enjoy having the company around. She put her cup and saucer onto the table, stood, and turned to D, asking him if he was ready for the tour. They decided to go out by the front door, so as to allow D to slip back into his shoes. The piece of property was really large. It was green, and lush. There was a stable, a greenhouse for her flowers, a conservatory, and the house had a huge wrap-around porch that went from the front of the house to the back, which D noted, was screened in so that one could enjoy it at night and not be bothered by the insects. There was even a dock and a boat. Tucked away from the view of the main house, he saw what looked like a potter's cottage. "Jynx," he said pointing, "what's that building over there? On the other side of the hedge." "Come on, I'll show you. Mind your step here, the walkway dips because of the tree roots." On the other side of the hedge, was a pool, complete with a sauna and a hot tub. "This is my own private get away when I run into a block with my writing, or just get way too stressed. Not even Glenda or James comes to disturb me, unless I tell them I'm expecting company. Turn around and follow where I point." D turned around and Jynx came and stood slightly behind him and just off his right shoulder blade. He was very aware of her nearness now, and he ached to turn around and pull her to him. Her perfume had woven itself into his thoughts and he was becoming more and more aroused. "See," she said in a low voice just below his right ear, "you can only just see the Eastern most end of the house from here." He could stand it no longer. He turned suddenly to his right, and facing her, grasped her by the upper arms, pinning her arms between them. He pulled her up against him, and ground his arousal hard against her. Keeping her arms between them, he quickly moved his hands to capture her head between them. Then he was kissing her, his mouth slanting hungrily across hers, and his tongue forcing her lips apart. He could feel her nipples hardening against his chest, and his skin burned to feel them, naked against him. His hands were now roving the soft contours of her body, feeling her breasts getting heavy as they swelled. He dragged his mouth away from hers and allowed them to each draw air into their lungs. Lifting her chin, so he could see her eyes, his voice sounded harsh even to his own ears. "Jynx, make no mistake that I'd like nothing better than to take you, right here, right now. I'd love to let my hand make you wet. Wetter than you quite obviously already are. And don't tell me you aren't. I can smell it." To prove his point, he grasped the hem of her dress and slid it in an upward movement until Jynx could feel the cool of the shade on her suddenly hot skin. Still D continued to move his hand up her leg and then over her hip. It skimmed the top of her small clothes and slid inside, seeking the warmth of her center. Finding her apex, he forced her legs apart with his knee and slipped the middle finger of his right hand into the velvet wetness of her pussy. "AAAAAhhhhh! I knew I'd find you wett. You want me, don't you? Right here, right now." Moving his finger in and out of her pussy, he felt her juice surround his finger and he quickly inserted one more. He now had two fingers buried in her juice, pumping her. His hand nudged her legs to part more, and she complied with his request, willingly. "Tell me what you want. Tell me, please." Jynx wanted him. She wanted to feel the cock from the pictures, pumping into her; in and out. Fast, slow; shallow, deep. She wanted to feel his thick hardness enter her pussy and sinuously move in and out, almost withdrawing from her wetness, but then slipping his cockhead in and out of the opening to her pussy, letting her juices flow down his hard, thick shaft. She wanted to ride him, feeling him squirm under her, pushing down on his cock and then moving in such a way that his shaft worked against the underside of her clit. She groaned against his mouth, grinding her hips against his hand, and gripping the two fingers within her wet pussy. "Yessss," she ground the word out. "Yes, I want you right here and right now. But I also want to ride this." Her hand moved up and down, in a stroking movement, against his shaft by where he held her hands captive. "I want to feel you sink into me, but I want to feel your cock grow as I hold him in my mouth first. I want you to taste me, and I want you to lick me. I want to feel your cock thrust within me, and your fingers as well. Does that answer you?" All D could do was nod. While she had been busy speaking, he'd managed to slip another finger into her wet pussy and her juice was running down his fingers. But he really wanted to save hitting her 'g' spot until later, after he'd put his cock into her pussy. He wanted to make her cum again and again, as his fingers dove for her 'spot.' He remembered the story that she’d sent to him, and how he had ached and wanted to the guy in the story. Easing his fingers from within her pussy, he brought them out of her in such a way as to stroke her clit. She shivered and groaned loudly. "Now that I know what you want and how you want it, you need to get prepared. Do you have any toys to aid you in your preparation? For tonight, you're going to cum - over and over and over. I'm going to make you cum at least eight times before I release my load." Pulling her against him once more, he slipped his hand back inside her panties and into her pussy. This time the three fingers just slid in. He slowly removed one, and moved it back toward her ass. He felt her tense as his wet finger played with the puckered hole. He felt her begin to shake. "Shhh, Jynx. I'm not going all the way in right now, just a little though. I'll save my going all the way in for later, after I've fucked your pussy. I'm just finding out how sensitive you are there." The violent shaking didn't abate as he continued to stroke the sensitive opening of her ass. He slowly tried to push inward against the small hole, and was quickly rewarded for his effort. It opened slightly, and he gently slipped the tip of his finger into her small, tight hole. Holding his finger still, he thrust the two within her wetness back and forth, rewarding himself with hearing the squish of her juice. She was ready for him right now. It would be so easy to spin her so that her back was to him, slip her dress up and off, then bend her forward, and move his fingers deeper into her velvety wett well with more ease. "Do it, D." Her voice whispered harsh against his ear. "Do wh..?" How in the Sam hill had she been able to read his thoughts? He hadn't spoken aloud that he remembered. How did she know what he was thinking? He found his voice and tried again. "Do what, Jynx? What do you want me to do? Find your voice and tell me." "Make me cum, D. Make me cum for you. But while you do, I want to suck your cock. I want to see it and feel it before me. The pictures are nice, but they have left me wanting the real one. I want to pleasure you while you make me cum. Please." Her blue eyes pleaded with him. He felt her pussy grip his fingers again, pulling them deeper into her wetness. God! How he wanted to fill her with his cock! He ached to feel the head of his cock slip into her waiting pussy, gripping him as he entered her. He was fast losing this battle. Quickly undoing his belt, and sliding down the zipper on his trousers, he felt her questing fingers reaching in to let his hardness fill her hands. The cool fingers enclosed around his girth, and she pulled him over the top of his bikini briefs, moving them down, so his cock and balls were exposed to her gaze. As she bent forward and took the swollen cockhead between the lips of her mouth, a shiver of extreme pleasure skittered down his spine and pooled at the base of it. He wound his hands in her long hair, holding her head against him. Slowly he started moving his hips back and forth. He could feel her tongue glide along the soft underside of his cock and then curl around it, cradleling its weight. He felt her lips open and close around his overly sensitive head. God! Her mouth felt almost as good as her pussy did. They were both wett. He watched as she slid her mouth up and down and over his engorged shaft, then he felt her tongue snake out and lick his balls. He suddenly thrust his hips forward, driving his cock into her mouth. "Mmmm, Sexy; if you keep that up I won't be able to save my cum for later. I'll lose it right here. I don't want to cum yet, Sexy. I want to wait." Jynx didn't hear him; she was lost in her own world. His cock felt so good sliding in and out of her mouth. She went down on it as far as she could, licked his balls, and then came back up his shaft; then repeated the process, down and up. Then she quickly started flicking the tip of her tongue over the ridge along the side of his swollen head, then salved across the top, stopping just over the slit on top. D's Story: The Continuation D, having just recently arrived for some training meetings, has finally met Jynx, the woman who has haunted his dreams for the past few months. Their chat sessions were always leaving him "in a mood" and aching for her. After meeting her, he decides to put his plan into action. She was going to be his, and his alone. No matter what it took. "No more! I won't mention it again, really." He was grinning, and laughing, so Jynx took him at his word. "Um, Jynx? Didn't you forget something during the tour?" She looked at him somewhat perplexed, wondering what she could have possibly forgotten. She turned to him, a question forming on her lips. "Did I? What could I have forgotten?" Quickly changing what he was going to say, he asked, "Where is your study? Where do you do your creating?" "OH! D, I am sorry. Come on, I'll show you." They turned left, out of his door, and then quickly turned right, down the connecting side hall. They were approaching a big room at the end, when Jynx turned abruptly to the right. Giving a sweeping gesture with her hand, she went on to say, "Here's where I create; when I'm not stymied by writer's block," she laughed. "I love the openness of this room, and the built-in bookshelves. I can write, or I can read. Or, I can do all the research I need, and I don't have to go very far." Pointing to the opposite side of the room, she continued, "I'm going to be installing a coffee bar in here next week. I told them to come Monday and Tuesday, during the day, while you're at your meetings so the construction sounds wouldn't disturb you. It's nothing very elaborate, just a 'bar' to sit at, with counters and cabinets behind for storage. "The only three requirements I did specify though, was 1.) plenty of space with the counter tops; 2.) enough room behind the bar to allow two people to be milling around making coffee, or a simple breakfast, without bumping into, or stumbling over, each other first thing in the morning; and 3.) a sink that looks as if there isn't one. There will also be a small under-the-counter refrigerator, with a small freezer. "So, they'll start Monday morning; and due to the simplicity of the project, they should be done before noon Tuesday. I'm having them install Unbleached Pine cabinets, with just a gloss finish over the wood, to protect it. And the coffee bar is going to be the same way, except, it will have a faux marble counter top with inset cutting boards." D was impressed. He stood next to Jynx in the middle of what was her workspace, nodding sagely in agreement as she told him about the new project for Monday and Tuesday. He liked the sounds of her ideas, and he envisioned them making coffee in here Wednesday morning. He made a mental note to change his return flight time back some, or even a day, as soon as he could get to his room. His sigh must have been audible, for Jynx turned to him, and asked if he was all right. "I'm sorry, Sexy. I guess I'm just more tired than I thought. I must say, I had no idea your place was this nice. It's large and airy. Yet, it allows you almost all the amenities of going to an office, save for the constant chatter and visitors. "I much prefer your use of natural lighting, versus all that florescent garbage regular offices use. This is one awesome den/library or office/workroom you have here. I'm just a bit envious." He was grinning, she noted, so that took the sting out that may have otherwise, had D been anyone else, been in his words. "I'm glad you like it. I love it here. I can open the windows and get breezes off the bay, or I can open the sunlight if it gets really windy. Would you like to rest before lunch? I'm sure you're tired." Jynx went through the door and was heading back down the hall to the left when she realized that D wasn't right behind her. She half turned and looked back. He stood, framed against the open door to her room, by the light streaming from the bay window in her room. She went back down the hall toward him. "Yes, this is my room. I had planned on showing it to you after we had had dinner, but then I was afraid you might get the wrong idea, so I changed my mind." He stood at the doorframe, looking in. The carpet, he noticed, was the same Dusty Rose that was in the living room. Her bed was a White Iron, much like his Black one; but it was a King Size. He noted the Rose print chaise lounge over by the open window that overlooked the open expanse of yard heading toward the dock. There was a white metal pivot-style reading lamp behind the chaise, with a Victorian style shade with glass bead fringe. There were trios of sheers hanging from the canopy rails, making multi-colored pools on the carpet. This room was so much like the petite woman standing beside him, that it's exactly what he had pictured her room might look like. He inhaled deeply, catching the light, lingering scent of her perfume still clinging to the air in her room. He felt himself grow hard again as the scent filled his nostrils and his brain. He straightened, from his lounging position against the doorframe, and cleared his throat, unable to find his voice at first. He had to put some distance between him and her room. That scent was doing strange things to him. If he didn't leave her doorframe right now, he was going to be dragging her into that room, and kicking shut the door, locking it behind them. He was struggling against any action that would have her think him a caveman. When he did take her to bed, he wanted it to be a joint coupling. He wanted to remove her clothes slowly and savor her touches, as she would lay them on him. He didn't want to rush into her as he felt he might have when they were by the pool and sauna area. Hot for her? Hell yes he was. Aching to feel her pussy around his cock again? Oh Hell yeah! He wouldn't be male if he didn't want that. But Dammit! He wanted to take his time. Clearing his throat again, he found his voice and said, "Um Jynx? If you'll excuse me, I think I am going to lie down. You're right, I am tired and I don't allow myself the luxury of giving in when I am." He bent and lightly kissed first her cheek and then her lips, before he walked down the hall, turned left and then she heard the quiet click as his door closed. Standing where he'd left her, she felt odd. She realized, after some thought, that she finally felt lonely. Not being one to give into the moods of depression or sadness, she turned on her heel and went into her den. Picking up the paperback from the arm of the chaise, she stretched out on the cool rose print material, tossing the lightweight crocheted throw over her legs and lower body, and settled in to do some reading. In no time, her eyes drifted closed, and the book fell from her grasp. Now in the room she’d given him, D went to the dresser, and got out the case that had his shaving gear in it. He opened it and then unzipped the side compartments and withdrawing a few of the items, he slipped them into the pockets of the trousers that were laying on the bed. Then, opening the closet, he got his cell phone from his suit jacket and placed a call to his office. Once that was done, he grabbed a towel from the towel caddy, and after removing his shoes and socks, he whistled his way into the bathroom to take a cool shower. She felt it again, and waved it away. Something was tickling her. First it was at her lips and then at her eyelashes. Just when she thought it had gone away, it was back against her lips, only now, there was a distinct persistence behind it. Whatever it was, it was seeking some sort of response from her. Sighing softly, she gave in. It felt as if her lower lip was being nibbled, or gently pulled on. She slowly wakened from her slumber to see D, sitting next to her on her double sized chaise. She realized, with a small shock, that in her sleep, she had flung her arm across his lap. Now fully awake, she sat straight up, removing her arm from a position that said she was too familiar with this man she'd just met, finally, face-to-face, a few hours ago. He must think me quite loose if I go about doing this to someone I'd only met, personally, such a short time before. "Oh D! I'm sorry. That was way too familiar of me." She quickly lowered her eyes from his scrutiny, and felt quite flushed. His soft chuckle had her raising her head and peering at him through and from under her sooty lashes. "Don't concern yourself overly about it, Sexy. I'm flattered that you feel so comfortable to be as at ease as you were. It's fine, and I don't think badly of you for being so 'familiar' with me. I rather enjoy seeing you so at ease." His compliment only served to make her embarrassment deepen and it showed in her face. She quickly tried to alter the subject. She spoke as she sat up and adjusted her dress, and swung her legs over the side of the chaise, slipping into her discarded sandals. "What time is it? How long have I slept?" "Relax, Sexy. It's only just about one thirty. You've managed to snag maybe an hour to an hour and a half. But taking this nap now was a good thing," he winked, "cause you won't be getting much sleep later, or damn near nil to any, you know that, don't you." During the time she'd been resting, he'd called the office and had his secretary call the airlines and book him a later flight back. He was now leaving early next Friday morning, a week from today. He was due some vacation time and he was going to include a few days of it while on this business trip; which was seemingly quickly turning into a pleasure trip as well. "What did you have in mind for lunch? Or would you rather get a little more shut-eye? I can take a swim if you want to opt for the latter offer." A flash of memory, thick with the remembered pressure of his cock pushing into her pussy, had Jynx's hand suddenly flattening against her tummy, and she didn't quite catch the low groan that escaped from between her lips. "Sexy? Are you all right?" His hand shot out to support her as she leaned suddenly forward into her lap. Her quickly raised hand is all that forestalled him from touching her. "Uh. It's fine D; I'm fine. Um, why don't you go ahead and catch that swim? More sleep, if you really don't mind, suddenly sounds like a good idea. I may just join you in the sauna in a bit; now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to lie down." She bent, quickly dropped a kiss on his cheek and walked into her room and gently closed the door, leaning against it as all the stiffening left her legs. A soft knock, from the other side of the door, had her quickly standing straight again. "Yes?" she called out shakily "Sexy? Are you sure you're all right? You looked pale just now. May I come in? Please?" Opening the door was her undoing. D swept in, closing and locking her door. He stood there, not a full arm's length away, emitting such a powerful sexual charge, that the air between them was fairly charged with electricity. "Dammit, Sexy; I can't go for a relaxing swim when I know you're in here resting or sleeping." Continuing, he stepped dangerously closer. "I don't want to relax with a swim, and I don't think you want to rest alone, either. Tell me I'm wrong Sexy, and I'll go back on the other side of this door." He stepped another step closer and Jynx could see the evidence of his renewed arousal, bulging against the zipper of his trousers. Her fingers ached to reach inside and hold him in her hands again; her lips ached to close themselves around his girth again and feel him slide between her lips and against her tongue. She took a step back and he advanced that step further toward her. "Sexy? We both want to pick up from where we left off when we were by the pool, don't we? I smelled your arousal as you walked out of the den just now, and I know you can see mine. I want you, and I'm fairly certain that you want me again, too. Am I right?" He waited for her answer, as the air in the room crackled from the sexual tension. She gauged the distance between them to be less than the earlier arm's distance apart. She swallowed, wet her lips, and swallowed again. Her throat convulsed nervously. "Yes D; you're right," the spoken words were barely audible, but he heard them anyway. Covering that short distance between them, his hands gently closed on either side of her head, and lifting it gently, he leaned forward and softly kissed her lips. Once, twice; again and again, he kissed her, pulling her toward him with each kiss. She was now within the circle of his arms and he crushed his mouth against hers, slipping his tongue into the velvet recesses of her mouth, their tongues danced against each other. She shivered as he held her against him, and he led the few remaining steps backward to her bed. When he felt the bed behind them, he stopped and stepped away just long enough to lift her dress from her body and let it cascade into a pool of shaded blues on the carpet near her bed. Her Ice Blue bra followed, as did her panties. She was hungry for the feel of him against her and in her; but she held on, barely, as want took over her movements. She slowly undid the buttons at the neck of his casual shirt, only barely noting that he'd changed out of the clothes he had on earlier. She laid her hands against his skin and skimmed the shirt off and over his head, letting it pool on the carpet alongside of her dress. Then she unclasped his belt, and unzipped his trousers. She only barely noted that he was barefoot. He quickly stepped out of his trousers, letting them fall next to the shirt. His bikini briefs followed and landed on top of his trousers. He stood before her, as naked as she was before him. Lifting her to him, loving the feel of her naked nipples drilling holes into his chest where they pressed into his skin, then inched her backward toward the center of her bed, leaving her legs to dangle over the side, toward him. He drank in the sight and smells of her letting all of it delight his senses. "Lay back, Sexy; and enjoy," he whispered against her ear, stirring the strands of hair near it. Starting with her breasts, he kissed, licked and nibbled his way down and across her belly leaving none of her skin untouched. The tip of his tongue probed her navel, and reveled in feeling her muscles jump and shimmy in response. Slowly he worked his way down to the center of her body. He'd mentioned, twice, about wanting her legs wrapped around his head; well he was about to indulge himself, and her, as he slowly lifted first one leg and then the other, draping them over his shoulders. Enthralled, he watched as he spread her lower lips apart, and held the lips open as he lowered his mouth to her wett well. He could smell her arousal and he wanted all that she was holding within her. He wanted to give her as much oral enjoyment as he could, and he wanted to completely lap and lick the rewards of his labors before he started to dive for her 'g' spot. He wanted to see her juices along the thick shaft of his cock and he wanted to taste them. D wanted her to want him to fill her, as he knew he would before this night was over. He wanted to feel her pussy grip his tongue, his finger(s), and his cock as he dove into her repeatedly. He looked up from his place between her legs and watched her. Her breasts were heavy now, the aureole’s large, and her nipples erect. Jynx's breathing was shallow and quick, and he felt her pussy grip against his tongue as she built for the orgasm yet to come. Slowly, he removed first one leg and then the other, as he shifted her into another position. Then, crawling onto her bed next to her, he lifted himself above her so that his head was between her legs and his cock was directly above her mouth. She reached up and pulled his engorged head and shaft toward her mouth as she felt his hot breath against her pussy again. "Mmm, D; your tongue feels so good! Lower your cock to me just a little more please. Oh yessss, right there - e. Perfect." He felt her small hands close around the shaft of his cock as she closed her wett mouth over the head of it. He held his breath as he felt his hardness ride against her tongue, and when she started to flick her tongue along the ridge of his cockhead; he thought he would lose his load right then. But he'd promised her, in one of their many conversations via the instant message feature on their 'pagers' that he would do his best not to cum that way. As his tongue played with her clit, he slowly inserted the long, slender middle finger of his right hand, intent on curving it slightly, once it was inside, and started his search for her 'g' spot, which she had said had never been found. Suddenly, her lower body stiffened and her legs started quivering as uncontrolled spasms shook her. He lathed his tongue into her juice and repeatedly coated her clit as the first of many orgasms released itself against his combined assault of finger and tongue. He felt her mouth pull his cock into her mouth and just hold it within. Slowly, he felt her body go lax, and again felt the wealth of liquid issue from deep within her. He lapped and sucked her clit until she was completely still beneath him. As intense as their personal storm inside the room was, neither had been aware that a storm was brewing outside the room. Shifting his position again, he now lay upon her face-to-face. As a flash of lightening filled the room with a glow, he looked down upon her face. There he saw the soft flush of release on her features. Cradleling her head between his hands, he gently smoothed her damp hair back from her face. He felt the steadiness return to her heartbeat, yet her nipples still made small dents in his chest. His cockhead and shaft were throbbing and his balls were twitching, so ready were they to release the load within. He physically ached to sink his cock into her pussy. God! How he ached to feel her wettness engulf him. But he wanted them to enjoy and savor each other. She stirred beneath him as he lightly suckled at her nipples. In an idly content movement, she ran her right hand through the hair on his head. There was something slightly erotic about that simple gesture. It stirred through him, making his cock twitch against the opening to her pussy. Emitting a soft, guttural laugh, he warned her to be careful. He wouldn't be held liable for the consequences if she kept that up. In a move, brought about by the simple need to dare him, she moved her hand through his hair again. Quickly he brought her legs up to his shoulders, and buried his mouth against and into her pussy driving his tongue in and out of her, and pushing a very wett fingertip against the puckered hole of her ass. She bucked slightly against the intrusion of his tongue, and froze her movements against the proposed intrusion into her ass. He just very lightly moved his finger back and forth against the opening to her ass; but didn't push further. Not yet, anyway. Lowering her legs back to the bed, D shifted his position again, and came to lie behind Jynx, rolling her so that she faced him. Lifting her chin, he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her, letting his tongue again rove into the recesses of her mouth. He felt her tongue as it danced and mated with his. Then, slowly removing his lips from hers, he rested her head against her pillow, and looked into her blue eyes. As she started to speak, he laid a finger on her slightly open lips. “Ssh, Sexy. It’s all right to be not so sure you want me there, where I was heading. But, if you’re willing to try, and trust me enough to be careful and gentle, then rest here and I’ll be right back.” With that said, he kissed the end of her nose, and then moved from where he lay, facing her. He had to allay her fears. D's Story: The Continuation Quickly moving from the bed, he bent over to pick up his trousers, and rummaged through the right hip pocket until his hand closed over what he was seeking. Withdrawing his hand, he let his trousers fall back where they had been, and turned back towards the bed. He stopped in mid-step and stared at Jynx, a look of surprise and amazement stamping his features. As he re-approached her bed, he was more than a bit surprised to see what she was holding. It was light pink in color, with a large ring at the end of a long string. He got back on the bed, next to Jynx, and took it from her. “What in the hell is this?” he exclaimed as he laughed, “And what do you do with it?” He was quite taken by surprise. Jynx had managed to catch him totally unaware. Jynx was flushed by embarrassment, as she explained what it was. She leaned over to the bedside table again, opened a drawer and removed the bottle of Jojoba oil. “It’s a string of anal beads, D. They can be used a variety of ways, but the main design is to be used as a way to intensify orgasm. It’s best with two people, and I’ve had them for a while but never wanted to try them until now. I’d like to have you use them on me.” She was feeling quite suddenly shy as she admitted to D what she wanted, yet she continued, “Will you, please?” “What’s in the bottle you have there,” he asked quizzically. He took it from her hand so he could read the instructions on how best to use it. “Ahh, I see,” he exclaimed after he’d read the sheet provided. “You lubricate the plug, or whatever you want to use this on, really well with the oil, so it’ll slide in easier. Much like a well-lubed cock would. "I can also see the advantage of using something like this first. It will stretch you just a bit so that my cock won’t hurt you, if we decide, and you agree, that you still want me to go there. I’ll admit Sexy, just looking at these and knowing that you’re willing to try it, makes me want you more than I do already.” Jynx looked at D’s still closed right hand and asked him, somewhat shyly, to show her what he held. “What did you get from your trousers pocket?” She questioned. Opening his hand, he showed her the Hot Pink anal plug he’d pulled from his pocket. Reaching for the Jojoba Oil, he prepared to lube the tip. When he was done, he asked Jynx one more time if this was what she really wanted. As she nodded, she slid down next to him but not before he’d asked her again, if she were sure, then she presented D with her back. Telling her to take a deep breath, he gently spread the cheeks of her ass apart, revealing the small area between. He gently placed the lubed tip against the area, and as he leaned forward over her left side to watch her face, he gave a push. He heard her shakily indrawn breath as it was drawn in through her nose and felt her clamp her cheeks as he gently pushed against the plug again, pushing it deeper, until the base of it was nestled between her cheeks. Once the plug was encased completely within her, he tapped the base of it, sending a set of fresh vibrations ripping through her. He then rolled her back onto her back to face him. “Okay, Sexy. Are you doing all right, or are you too uncomfortable with it?” There was a mischievous glint in his eye as he reached between her legs and slowly inserted the middle finger of his left hand into her dripping wett velvety well. He heard the gentle squish of her juice as he moved his finger first in and out of her, then back and forth, telling him that she was more ready now than she had been down by the pool earlier. He picked up the pace and started moving it in a back and forth motion, diving deeper within each time he moved in. He shifted his position from where he lay behind her, to sitting between her wide-open legs. He totally enjoyed watching this lady as her pussy flowed with juice; and knowing he was responsible for it. He quickly tapped the base of the plug again, sending another jolt through her. So intense was the storm within Jynx’s room, that neither she nor D was aware of the storm outside. Unable to stand the sweet pleasure any further, she was on the verge of asking D to remove the plug, when she felt the plug quickly pulled from her. Her hips rose from the bed as she arched her back. Rolling her over, onto her belly, D picked up the beads and started to slowly insert first one, and then the second and so on, until the entire string was held within her, leaving only the long string with the ring on the end of it as visible evidence that anything was there. He'd shifted to his knees when he began to insert the beads, mow he wanted Jynx to lie atop him while he drove his hard rod into her wett and ready pussy. His cock was throbbing again and his balls were twitching. He was filled with the longing for release. “Sexy?” He called out to her. “Yes, D, what is it?” She answered “Are you ok? Can you move? If you can, come and lay with me, please” he said, patting his chest. Jynx rose from the position she had been in when D inserted the beads, and let him take her arm and lead her into a prone position atop his chest. She could feel the hardness of his arousal as it rested between them, and she wanted it inside. Holding D’s gaze, she slightly raised her hips in silent message to him. Holding his cock out straight from his body, he watched as Jynx eased her body down onto his erection, taking its full length and girth within her honey jar. He gave a deep guttural groan as he felt himself slide within her. God! She felt so good; so wett. He lay still as she set the pace and moved above him, riding his firmness, as it stimulated the underside of her clit. Her movements were strong and steady, a slow rhythm. Reaching an arm around her, he found the ring and pulled. She pushed herself down hard on his stiff cock as the first of the five beads left her ass. Then he pulled again, getting the same reaction from her. “J – j – j – Jynx? He called out raggedly, “Are you ready? I can’t hold on any longer. I’m about to explode. I’m Cumming – g –g!” With that, he quickly pulled the string so that the last three remaining beads were yanked from her ass, and increasing his speed he then let go his heavy load. He felt it leave his cock, exploding into her waiting wettness. As another clash of thunder cascaded over the roof, he felt her release the climax that had been building all afternoon; ever since he had slipped just the head of his cock into her pussy down by the pool. God! She felt wonderful! He kept on rocking his hips against her pussy, as his load of cum continued to flow from his cock. As he began to feel it begin to ebb, he slowly rolled them to his right and continued to fuck her pussy, until there was only the odd spurt. He felt himself going soft now that his load was released, but he didn’t want to pull from within the wett haven in which he found himself. He lay his head down on the pillow next to Jynx, pulled her into his arms and against his chest. They fell asleep to the sounds of rain pelting against the panes of the window behind her bed. Tomorrow was another day, and the weekend; and next week lay ahead. With that knowledge, and snuggling her already slumbering form into him, he drifted into a peaceful slumber wearing nothing but Jynx and a smile. D's Story Covering the tip with her mouth, she pushed the tip of her tongue into the slit and probed it. She heard the guttural groan that told her D was fast losing control and if she didn't quit right now, he was going to be losing his load sooner than they both wanted. Slowly she dragged her mouth from his cock, stood, and watched and waited for his next move. Quickly he spun her around, lifting her dress up high above her hips as he moved her. Brushing her small panties aside, as if she weren't even wearing any, he grabbed her hips, and backed her up till her pussy was against the head of his cock. Slowly he nudged her legs apart with his knee, and then bent her as far forward as he could. Holding his cock straight with one hand, he moved his other hand between her wet thighs, then held open her wet pussy lips. With one thrust, he sunk the head of his engorged cock into the opening of her pussy and slowly started moving back and forth into her wetness. They both heard the squishing of her juices as he slid his cock back and forth into her. He slowly expelled a long groan, and she a deep sigh. Slowly and sinuously, he moved his cock in and out; just at the opening of her wet love tunnel. He'd push just to the edge of his cockshead, then slowly pull it out; then push it in again. He could see her cum on his cockhead, and feel it surround him as he entered her. As good as this was feeling, he was going to have to stop, or he wouldn't quit until he shot his cum inside her. Slowly he pulled himself from her and pulled his briefs back up over his cock. "Sexy?" he said as he helped her stand and then refixed her dress, "I don't want to stop, but if you want me hard and full for later, I have to stop now. I'm sorry Sexy, really I am. But I promise I'll give you all you can handle, and more, later tonight. Besides, we have the whole weekend, plus part of next week." With that said, and both of them re-dressed and straightened, Jynx went on with the tour of the place, quite content with the fact that D kept letting his hand 'innocently' brush against her pussy reminding her of how his fingers felt when inside her. They came back into the house through the French doors that overlooked the dock. Jynx's face was alight from the breezes and all the laughing. She couldn't remember when she'd felt this relaxed, or this at ease, with someone. "If you'll follow me down this side hall, D; I'll show you to your room. I had Glenda unpack for you, and press and hang your suits for next week. I also suggested that she lay out some fresh casual wear for you, as you've been traveling in your current clothes since before dawn, East Coast time." They had stopped before a room that was almost at the end of the side hall, and D stepped into a room that was cool and airy. The French doors still stood open, from when Jynx had opened them at dawn. The walls were a light Dove Gray, the carpet a Gun Metal Gray. The Queen-size black iron bed had gray/white sheers hanging down from the canopy rails. The sheets were alternating Black and White. "I hope you'll be comfortable here, D," and she held up her hand so as to forestall his next sentence, "I assure you, for the last time, it was no trouble. Now, no more about your visit possibly putting me out, okay? If I hadn't wanted you here, I wouldn't have offered." "Okay! Okay," he said as he laughed and held up his hands, "I surrender!" Then he added, half to himself, "Do you?"