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Daniel

By: Dana Gallagher



Daniel is a good-looking man that I met off of a singles site. He’s blond with blue eyes and 6’2”, that’s my kind of man. Though I was a little scared when I answered his message cause his profile says his dream location is anywhere but hell, so no Texans. Well, I’m an Okie so Texans are pretty close relatives. He told me that he was fine with Okie’s and Texans as well, he was just adding a bit of his odd sense of humor. We chatted online for many months before he was able to get away, and travel so we could meet. 

Online dating is much different than any other form of meeting. You learn more about the person that you are intending to date, than you would say if a man picked you up in a dance club or a bar. Also, strange and seemingly obscene come-on lines are better received online than in a dance club or bar, taken as mostly humorous rather than serious. Also, online dating can sometimes lead its way to sexual teasing and taunting. 

This sexual teasing can manifest itself in cyber sex of course, both parties describing the acts they will do to each other when they finally meet in person and while chatting both performing acts of masturbation on themselves and describing the results of their efforts. Also, this teasing can come in the form of erotic stories sent to one person via email, putting the receiver in a hard state, maybe at a place of work or school when the state is welcomed but not easily hidden. Also, a good form of sexual taunting is when both parties perform acts of exhibitionism sending nude photographs of themselves to each other, these photos usually include close up shots of some parts of the anatomy. Daniel and I did all of these, so much increasing our desire for each other.

We couldn’t wait to meet and finally put our sexual desire to an end after a climatic evening spent together. Although online meeting is wonderful, it has it’s drawbacks these usually being the fact that both parties live very far apart, some are luckier and find that they live rather close to each other and may have past each other in the super market or at the gas station. This of course was not the case for Daniel and me, we lived far apart and so the separation and the length of time it took for him to be able to travel so we could meet in person so much increased the sexual desire between us. 

When he was finally able to come out to my town and meet in person, the electricity between us was obvious, we greeted, embraced and then our lips finally met in climatic spark of electricity between our tongues. If it wasn’t for the fact that we were out in the middle of the parking lot to my apartment, he probably would have laid me down that instant and we would’ve had passionate sex right then and there. We decided to hold true to the normal rules of dating that at least there should be an actual date before sex can happen, even though, through our meetings on the Internet it was already like we’d had millions of dates and all with a very pleasing endings.

The instant we met in person my body ached for his touch, yearning for his caress. I attempted to keep the dinner very innocent, but somehow my foot kept finding it’s way into his crotch, massaging him until he was as hard as a rock. I moved myself to his side of the table, sat next to him and made him feel the wetness through my very thin lacy panties; this only increased his intense arousal. We managed to finish our meal, though only half eaten, but we were prepared to move on to desert.

With the obligatory date out of the way, we were ready to move on to other matters that had so overwhelmed us during the times of our not always but mostly sexual chatting. As we exited the restaurant and walked toward his car, I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, and pressed my lips deeply into his lips. Our bodies were pressed together, my breasts squished against his torso, I could feel his hardness pressed into my middle. Our tongues knotted together, as we shared yet another deep and passionate kiss, that exuded all of our sexual arousal. Suddenly I wrapped my full lips around his investigating tongue and stopped it’s movements as I rapidly sucked it into my mouth then released it a little and sucked it in again. After I released his tongue fully, Daniel gave me a quizzical but pleased look. 

“I really would rather it be your cock that I suck on instead of your tongue,” I said.

We quickly separated our embrace and got into his car, with him unlocking my door first as a gentleman should. When we were both inside the car our passions overtook control. Once he was seated in the drivers seat, and just as he was about to start the car, I reached over to him and attacked the fly of his trousers. His cock flew out so fast that it almost hit me in the face, but I was able to divert the blow. My hand wrapped around his erect member and began to stroke him up, over the top and then back down again. He watched as my hand deftly rubbed up and down him and relished in the feeling of my soft hands stroking his manhood. He leaned over to me and gently kissed my lips as I continued to stroke him. 

Suddenly I realized I was in need of a release as much as Daniel was, the wetness in my pussy had quite soaked through my panties and was working it’s way through my skirt, also the tingling sensation had manifested itself into an intense burning desire working its way throughout the length of my sex. My hand released his throbbing cock, in favor of raking up my skirt and discarding my very wet panties. I spread my legs as wide as could in the passenger seat of a car, allowing him to get an almost full view of my very wet pussy. I grabbed Daniel’s hand and placed it inside my dripping pussy letting him get the idea that I wanted to be stroked as well. Then I went over to his erect cock with my mouth open wide and began to tease him with my tongue. He began to stroke my sex with his fingers, as my lips went up and down his member. Daniel was turned between two objects of interest, either to watch as my mouth devoured his cock, or watch my pussy as his fingers investigated it’s curves and creases.

There is something very titillating to me about giving a man a blowjob, while his fingers work their way inside my overexcited pussy. I’ve wondered if I would be able to cum, just by giving a blowjob alone, but have never tried this more in favor of having my pussy stroked by exploring fingers at the same time. Daniel’s talented fingers soon had me to orgasm, but I hadn’t gotten him off yet, I began sucking him as hard as I could even as my body was trembling and shaking as orgasmic waves tore through my body. Soon he had me cumming tremendously as my juices squirted out of my pussy in a great gush soaking Daniel’s hand and the seat beneath my butt. 

I decided to concentrate on the head of his cock, caressing him with my lips and tongue then I abruptly sucked the head and the rest of his pulsating member all the way in my mouth. I sucked him so hard my cheeks were concave, my lips pressed against the sides. Soon I felt his body go rigid just as he brought another orgasm crashing down on me, his hot cum shot in my mouth and down my throat just as my cum shot out rewashing his hand. His load was so large that some dribbled out of my mouth and down my chin. I continued to suck him until I was sure I had drained him completely dry. Then gently tucked his spent cock back inside his trousers. 

Finally I released him from my mouth and sat back up. He was still vigorously rubbing my pussy. I pulled his hand away and replaced it with my own and I began rubbing myself.

“I can do this! You drive us to the hotel, cause I want that cock inside my pussy now!” I said as I brought myself to another orgasm. 

My juices once again squirting just as Daniel pulled out of the parking lot and onto the street. The drive to my apartment seemed indeterminately long, as I continued to rub myself causing wave after orgasmic wave to crash down upon my body, awaiting Daniel’s cock to enter my long too empty pussy. During the drive I was afraid that Daniel might crash his car as his interests were once again diverted between watching the road and watching me play with myself. My masturbation demonstration had him hard once more, as I viewed the bulge inside his trousers as he pulled into the parking lot of my apartment.

We attempted to regain our composure as we got out of his car; I left my panties hanging on his rearview mirror to dry out. We hustled up to my apartment and with shaking hands attempted to unlock the door, Daniel took the keys from my hand and acting with macho bravado unlocked the door with not a single shake. We entered my apartment and Daniel hung the keys on the little hanger by the door. After closing and locking the door, he walked toward me and held my face in his hands, and planted his lips against mine, giving me a gentle and loving kiss. 

After our little act of abandon in the car the heat of our desires were somewhat decreased, but the desires were defiantly still there, just not as on fire as before. With a definite gentleness Daniel grabbed the bottom of my blouse and slowly raised it up and off of me, the he wrapped his arms around me as his fingers unhooked my bra. He eased my bra down over my shoulders and completely uncovered my breasts before him. He took in my naked half for a brief moment and then bent his head down to my chest and kissed each of my nipples. Then he reached the waist of my skirt and gently slid it down my legs, I raised each of my feet up as he slid the skirt from under them. Then he grabbed each of my high heels and took them off my feet. Then when I was standing before him completely naked he looked at me again, this time taking in each part of my body as if he was taking photographs with his eyes. His hands lovingly cupped my face and his lips met mine, our tongues arched and tangled in our mouths, searching for the best spot to explore. Then he wrapped his arms around my body and embraced me into his, I squeezed tightly back. 

At this intense moment of being completely undressed by him, my wetness was back in a flood and my pussy was on fire to have him finally fill my hole. I grabbed his hand and sat him down in a large overstuffed chair. I went down and took off his shoes, then helped him out of his shirt, and then I unzipped his trousers and pulled them off of him with a little assistance. Once I had Daniel completely naked sitting in the chair, I straddled his lap, he held up his cock as I centered my pussy over it and then slowly slid down him. Daniel let out a hiss of air as he finally entered my pussy and I let out a moan as I felt him completely fill my insides. 

Slowly and with deliberation I gyrated my hips on him, feeling him slide inside my pussy. As I tried to make our first act of intercourse last as long as possible, Daniel began rubbing and massaging my breasts. He grabbed my tissue and kneaded it within his hands, and then he ran his fingers over my nipples until they stood erect. His head went toward my nipples and he wrapped his lips around the areola and slurped the entire nipple into his mouth, his tongue wiggled and swirled around my nipple. I moaned at his attentions to my nipple and my gyrations on his cock increased in speed and I moved my hips in a fashion to make him go deeper. His talented mouth went to my other nipple, his tongue teased me, and then he pinched my nipple between his lips and tickled it with his tongue. My hips moved faster on him as my pussy slid up and down his cock. Suddenly his hands went to my hips and grabbed me and held me up and he began to thrust himself up and in to me very deep. I buried my head in to the soft curve of his neck, and began kissing there.

Daniel thrust himself into me deeply and the shock of him ran through my body as an orgasm exploded from head to toe, leaving me dizzy. I bit into the side of his neck as another shock wave exploded forth and then my pussy constricted around his cock and my pussy muscles released and flooded him with my juices. Just in that moment he thrust into me deeply once more and his cock pulsated inside of me, I felt a brief shiver ripple through him and his cock shot out it’s hot load deep inside the depths of my soaking wet pussy. We stayed connected and he gathering me into his arms, now coated with a fine sheen of sweat, he held me snuggly as we sat panting our chests heaving in unison. I covered in kisses the area of his neck where I had bit down as my orgasm had put me in a state of dazed exasperation.

I looked at Daniel and his eyes had a burning dazed look to them as he stared into mine. Our bodies slowly recovered from our massive orgasms. I got myself up and off of him, my muscles screamed from the strain of our recent activities. Daniel stood up beside me, his now softening cock hanging lifeless between his legs.

“That was amazing,” said Daniel.

“I couldn’t have imagined it any better,” I said.

“Let’s take a shower and wash some of this sweat off of us.”

“That sounds like a good idea.”

I grabbed Daniel’s hand and lead him down the hallway to my bathroom. Once in there I adjusted the water temp until it was nice and warm. We entered the shower, Daniel stayed toward the back of the shower and I pulled him to me under the spray of the shower. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around my waist. As our naked wet bodies were pressed together under the spray of the shower softly my lips met his, I kissed him, lingering, savoring every moment. After some time our lips separated, I raised my eyes to find his, when an exciting idea popped in my head.

“How about we wash each other?” I asked.

“You want to wash me?” Said Daniel.

“Yes and then you wash me. Sound like fun?” I said.

We exchanged a subtle look of amusement and Daniel nodded his head in approval. We separated our embrace and I grabbed the washcloth and soap. I generously lathered the washcloth. I turned him so that he was turned away from me and I was able to have access to his backside. I first ran the washcloth over his shoulders. Then I worked the washcloth over the length of his backside. Softly I ran the washcloth over each of his butt cheeks. Next I eased just a bit of the washcloth in his butt crack and ran the length of his butt crack all the way down just behind his balls. Next I bent down and ran the washcloth slowly down each of his legs. 

After I had his backside thoroughly soaped up, I turned him around to face me; I couldn’t help but too look down at him and let a small giggle escape my lips as I saw his cock was already becoming semi-hard. I was lightly pleased with the effect my little idea had on him. When my eyes worked their way back to his, I could detect a bit of amusement dancing in the blue pools of his eyes.

I stood up on my tiptoes, so I could reach his lips; softly I kissed him and lightly bit his lower lip. I dropped back down soaped up his neck and then across his broad shoulders, then down his hairy chest, and over his stomach. Then I knelt down and intentionally avoided his crotch and began to soap up his legs. I got to his left leg and ran the washcloth up the inside of his leg all the way up to his balls and went up and over then I began to stroke his cock with the soapy washcloth. 

Then I placed the washcloth in my other hand and began stroking him with my soapy hand, his closed his eyes and threw his head back, relishing in the sensation of my touch as I caused his cock to grow even harder. Suddenly I released this cock from my grasp, and stood up, he looked at me with a quizzical look and I handed him the washcloth.

“Rinse off and then you’ve got to wash me! Everywhere!” I said. 

My pussy began to ache with the anticipation of his touch. Daniel and I exchanged places in the shower as we did our naked bodies were pressed together. He got under the spray of the shower and rinsed off all the places that I had so generously lathered. Once he was thoroughly cleaned he made a motion with his hand for me to turn around, so he could start with my backside as I had done his. He gazed over my backside with the once again soapy washcloth, then with his other hand, he ran it over my body increasing the lather left by the washcloth. 

My body tingled with his touch as his hand caressed over my shoulders and down my backside. Once down to my butt cheeks, he softly caressed each cheek and cupped each with his hands. Then he worked his hands and the washcloth over the backs of my legs, then surprisingly I felt his hand go between my legs and his finger lightly touched my slit all the way where it met my butt crack, which drove me completely mad with desire. Then he stood and grabbed my shoulder and turned me so I was facing him, circling an arm about my middle he roughly, almost violently, pulled me to him. His tongue was at my mouth; I instinctively opened my mouth to accept his tongue. He instead began tracing the soft fullness of my lips with is searching tongue, then his lips pressed against mine as his tongue explored the recesses of my mouth. 

Raising his mouth from mine, he gazed into my eyes and then released me from his grip around my waist. He grazed my body with the washcloth then with his other hand began to lather me up, his hands touched the hollows of my neck and went down to my chest. Gently he explored the fullness of my breasts, gasping each and then sliding over my nipples with his soapy hands, my nipples swelling to their fullest. He eased his hand down to my stomach and lathered soap there, then lightly caressing over my mound, he suddenly knelt down and rubbed up and down each of my long legs. Standing back up his tall form hovering over me, his hand went down to my pussy gently caressing the outside of my lips.

“I think I missed a spot,” whispered Daniel his husky voice filled with desire.

Deftly his fingers parted my lips and began stroking the length of my sex. I buried my head in the hollow between his shoulder and neck as his fingers caused me to quiver against him. Just as I thought I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm, abruptly his finger withdrew from my soapy, dripping pussy and stepped back. I met his eyes with a disappointed questioning look; he met my gaze with an ornery smile touching his lips. 

“You’ve got to rise off now,” Said Daniel apparently giving me a taste of my own medicine. 

I cocked an eyebrow at him and we proceeded to exchange places once again, and as we passed by each other, the softness of my stomach and the smoothness of my shaved mound grazed his stiff cock, and he let out a long hiss of air. Finally I was in the spray of the shower again, I thoroughly rinsed off my soapy body. Daniel stood at the back of the shower and measured my actions with his eyes, intently watching my every move. Planning to surprise him I reached out and grasped his erect member in my hand and pulled him to me. Once in front of me, I got down on my knees and proceeded to massage his cock, and paid special attentions to his balls as well.

Then gently I brought my mouth to his cock. I taunted the smooth head of his cock with my tongue and my full lips. Once again Daniel leaned his head back, squeezing his eyes shut he let out a long lust filled moan. I generously lapped the tip of his cock with my lips and tongue, hopefully putting him in a land of completely ecstasy. Abruptly I took the remainder of his shaft into my mouth swirling my tongue around his member. Daniel’s hand buried itself within my damp thick hair. His hips began to move as my lips stroked his member. Daniel looked down at me as I consumed his cock then made it reappear, only to devour it once more. Suddenly I began to use my suction on him and my head moved faster and faster, until I felt his hand grasp tightly on my head and push himself deeply into my mouth, almost all the way to the back of my throat. His cock spasmed inside my mouth and with a loud grunt escaping his lips, his cock spewed forth it’s hot load down into my throat. I continued my suction until all of his manly juice had been completely drained from his cock. 


Daniel



"I am writing to let you know that in one week I will be in your area for a month. My job is opening up a new department there, so I will be within a thirty-minute drive from you. I will hope to be able to meet up with you then. I will write more to let you know more details."

That very simple email would turn everything upside down for me. That simple note from Daniel saying he would be near me. Not that I was surprised that he knew exactly how far I would be away from him because I knew very well that Daniel loved looking at maps and things of that nature, but because I never expected to hear that he would be that near. It was something that made my mouth drop open in a surprised gasp and my heart skip a beat and then work double time trying to catch up. As my heart sped up, I also noticed how its doing so was sending tiny little aftershocks throughout my body, though they mainly seemed to center right in the pit of my stomach. I could feel it so low down that I was unable to tell if it is simple butterflies or my body's needs awakening. 

Anyway, that email was the answer to all the fantasies I had inside me both real and imagined. Daniel would be near enough to see and touch. It was something that I had wanted for so long it seemed, though due to our circumstances I had never allowed myself to feel it would be possible.

I wrote him quickly saying that I would be anxiously waiting to hear from him again with more details and then I sat back and just read his words repeatedly. Each time I read it; the thoughts of what could happen during his stay grew and blossomed into a fantasy all its own. By the time I had that short email memorized, I was so turned on and needing his touch that I wasn't sure how I would manage to get through the week or so until seeing him.

For the next week or so, I spent my time, looking and hoping for an email or an IM from Daniel and thinking of the things we had chatted about in the past. It seems as though through IMs we often gain a better knowledge of whom we are talking to than we would if we were face to face. It isn't so much, the sight or touch that we know through the net, more the thoughts and feelings and I felt that by now we knew each other as intimately as possible for two people that had not yet met in person. 

Daniel and I have never cybered but we talked openly about our wants and needs, the touches we liked or didn't, the pictures and ideas that turned us on. As the week wore on, I began to wonder how much of our previous chats would influence the things to come when we did actually meet. It was both exciting and scary to know that I would meet someone who knew so much about me. 

Finally, after a week and a half, I opened up my email and there was another note from Daniel. Again, he kept it simple saying only, "I am here. I am staying at the Beaufort motel right off 99 room 229. Do you know where that is? If so, I am off the day after tomorrow, taking a personal day, and would like you to come meet me. If you don't know where it is just let me know and I will write with further directions."

The whole butterflies in your stomach idea took on new meaning upon reading that he was actually near by and ready to meet me. It was unbelievable to me to think that he was finally near enough to touch. It was every fantasy I had thought of all rolled into one.

I knew without a doubt that if I went there to see him, sex was a definite possibility. I had told him more than once that I found him attractive and Daniel had said the same thing of me a few times as well. Nevertheless, of course then came the negative thoughts that every woman must have, "What if he doesn't like me when he sees me?" It was then that I made the decision to limit my time available. I didn't want to show up there planning to spend the entire day, then if it went well, I would just have to hope that he would invite me back again before his return trip home.

I considered how limiting our time together could result in me missing some of the erotic things Daniel and I had mentioned. I thought of his desire to see me naked, wondering what my response would be to be fully naked while he was still dressed and just looking at me. Maybe I would even have to give up his slow sampling of every intimate part of me.

For the next day, all I could think of was every detail about how he would love to lick my pussy or how he would try to discover where my "g spot" was located inside me with his fingers. The way he had talked of teasing me if we were to meet, kissing my neck and breasts or even so far as teasing me with his tongue around my nether hole and maybe even a fingertip pushing inside as well. Each thought of him made my pussy wetter and made me wish further that he and I had actually cybered. Then at the very least I would have more of an idea of what would happen tomorrow, if it came to that, rather than just the teasing little ideas that our sexually charged conversations had left me with.

That night I was so turned on by my thoughts that I reached into my little nightstand that is beside my bed and pulled out one of my most favorite little vibrators. The one that gives me a cock inside me that moves around and also has like a little rabbit head poking up to nuzzle my clit. Within moments of putting it inside me, I came hard but it only left me aching for more, a real cock, Daniel's cock, to be inside me.

I awoke no less horny than I was the night before, and went to shower, and dress myself hoping to make a good impression for whatever may happen today. Since I had talked to him many times about a shaved pussy and had finally convinced him that he would like to be with a shaved woman, I also shaved that part of myself so that it would be nice and smooth for him if we made it to that stage. I kept my outfit simple, a black pair of leggings cause Daniel had said one time he liked those, and a black and red sweater that falls to just beneath my ass. Under that was a simple white bra with a front close clasp and a pair of white silky feeling thong panties. 

As I prepared to get into my car and head for his hotel, I stopped by my computer to make sure he hadn't had second thoughts about meeting me, which Daniel hadn't wrote yet, and while there I decided to write him a quick email. I told him simply, "I am about to leave from here to come and see you. Today I will only be able to stay a couple hours but if all goes well, hopefully we will be able to do this again sometime before you leave."

I only hoped that Daniel would understand my reasons for staying a couple hours rather than clearing the whole day as I pushed send on my email and grabbed my purse and car keys, then logged off my computer and went to my car.

The thirty-minute ride down highway 99 was the longest drive ever imagined. I wasn't sure that the ride was ever going to be finished though several times I looked down at my speedometer and found that I was driving above the speed limit. That wasn't what I wanted since the whole getting stopped for speeding thing would slow me down more. I finally gave up holding my speed down and just set the cruise control to be safe.

However, as is typical, when I did finally turn into the Beaufort motel, I almost wished I could start my thirty-minute drive over again. The nervousness of it all caught up to me quickly and I wasn't sure that I could go through with actually meeting him. After about five minutes or so, I worked up the nerve to walk into the hotel.

Standing outside of Daniel's room, I had another slight battle with trying to get up the nerve to knock. Finally deciding that I had come too far and was too close to back out right now, I raised my hand and knocked quickly before giving myself time to really chicken out. 

Then once again, I was waiting only this time waiting for him to open the door. I would have laughed at myself had I realized how funny I probably looked standing there just outside the door, fidgeting with my hair and my sweater, trying out different ways to stand so that my best features would possibly be the first things he noticed. It seemed like forever waiting on Daniel to actually open up the door. 

Finally, he did open the door and instantly I was more comfortable. The nervousness left me completely as I thought to myself, "This is Daniel. The man you have spoken to about so much and seen on cam so many times." I stepped toward him and we both opened our arms up at the same time, both looking for the hug of long time friends and when we put our arms around one another I was even more comforted. As the hug was ending and I looked up at him and he lowered his head to kiss me, I never thought of how quick it was. His kiss was gentle and persuasive, not demanding but asking for a response and I gave him a slight sigh in answer as he lifted his lips from me and said simply, "Hi. Would you care to come in?"

I smiled and blushed a little, only having at that moment realized I was blocking him from closing the door. I walked in and did a quick once over glance around the room. There were normal hotel things, a small table and a couple chairs, a larger stuffed chair sitting in the corner, dresser with a TV on it, and a closed door that I assumed was the bathroom. The thing that dominated the room, even more so than the man in it, of course was the bed or at least my eyes were drawn to it. I am sure it was only a double bed, not uncommon in rooms but at this moment and with Daniel standing behind me that bed seemed to fill the room, if not in size then at the very least filled it with implications of what could happen. I hurriedly spun around looking for some sort of distraction from the bed and saw him standing there watching me. I said the very first thing that came to mind, "It's a nice room." and then blushed furiously red, wondering if he could guess where exactly my thoughts had been while I looked around.

"Thank you. Care to sit down?" He asked. I nodded rather than trust myself to speak and turned back towards the room. I decided to sit at the table in one of the dinette chairs rather than risk inviting him to sit closer to me and me embarrassing myself further.

Daniel decided to sit on the edge of the bed, though I'm not sure if he did it as a distraction for me or if it was simply cause that is where he wanted to sit. Either way, the more I tried to talk to him while he sat there on the bed, the more I wanted to forget the conversation and move on to more important things, like taking care of the sudden tension growing in the lower part of my body or the slight ache that was forming in my breasts.

Alas, he seemed to have no trouble carrying on conversation. It was just small talk, nothing that I really wanted to focus my attention on at that time, like the weather and how warm it is outside. I tried really hard to do my part to keep up with conversation, asking about the new store, and if he had the time to see any of the sites. 

Finally, the thought occurred to me that if it was going to go any further than this I would have to make the first step towards it. Daniel and I had talked enough that I felt he would want me to give a sign that I was giving myself to him. I just wasn't sure what I would need to do in order to give him the right idea though I knew without a doubt that if I showed him I wanted to give myself to him, he would take over and lead the way. That was just the type of person he was, in control, a dominate type person but who needed the woman to submit to him. 

With that thought in mind and not real sure what steps to take I decided to stick with subtle hints just hoping that he would understand what I wanted from them. I felt at least reasonably sure that he knew enough about me to understand what I wanted without me having to come right out and say it. Therefore, I stood up and took the few timid steps towards the bed and him. I stopped with only one-step distance separating me from him, to shy to take the final step. I was close enough to be able to smell his cologne or deodorant; the smell of the man....I wasn't sure which. I continued to stand for a moment trying to gain the courage to take the final step or at the very least come up with an excuse for why I came over to stand before him. I settled on stating, "I'm not sure if you read my note this morning or not but I don't have very long that I can stay today; only a couple hours." Even I was surprised at how timid my voice sounded as I spoke to Daniel.

He saved me from dwelling on my shyness for too long saying simply, "I read it." and holding out his hand towards me. Without a doubt in my mind, I knew that if I took his hand this ache growing inside me would be taken care of and with that knowledge the ache grew and spread. My tits swelled slightly in anticipation of his touch, my pussy grew wetter and felt as though it was opening itself for him. I shyly reached out to give my hand to him, my body to him, wondering if he knew what I was feeling.

When our hands met, he tugged on mine pulling me the final step closer to him leaving me standing between his slightly parted knees. His eyes held mine; I assumed he was waiting for some sign from me that I wasn't sure how to give, so I just stood in place, hoping he would make the next move.

Daniel didn't make me wait too long, he turned loose of my hand and placed it on his leg. I could feel the heat of him through his pants, even the texture of his jeans felt foreign on my fingers. 

"Are you sure?" He questioned. 

I could think of nothing to say, so I simply nodded my head. 

Daniel knows how shy I can sometimes be. He has known me long enough to know that I can't come right out and say what it is that I want or need. It is one of the things he has told me since the day we met online that I should really try to change about myself. But this is one time that he chose to not push me to over come it, with my nod yes, he leaned in towards me and kissed me softly on the lips. His gentle mouth coaxing a response from mine, His mustache tickling my upper lip, His tongue pokes out from his mouth seeking entrance into mine. I opened my mouth to him, wanting to feel the intimacy of his tongue dueling with mine.

Once his tongue had plundered my mouth quite thoroughly, and left me panting for breath, he began to kiss his way towards my neck, over my right cheek, and nibbled just below my ear. Then he worked his way down that side of my neck, forcing my head to tilt backwards to allow him easier access. He took my offering, and continued on his way, moving with gentle kisses across the bottom of my throat and back up the other side of my neck, making an erotic trail back to my mouth where he began his plundering again.

I felt his hands on the back of my thighs and then moving upward, under my sweater and over my bottom. He continued up until the heat of his palms was pressed against the bare skin on my lower back and I felt him rub there for a moment before continuing his journey further up. 

I could feel the slightly cooler air of the room upon my back and wasn't surprised to find that when he broke from kissing me this time, it was only so that he would be able to pull the sweater off from over my head. Leaving me standing before him with only my bra keeping him from seeing my breasts which were beginning to ache for him to touch them.

Daniel glanced over me for a moment before putting his mouth back against mine. He wasn't seeking the long drawn out kisses this time, but just visited my mouth a moment before once again working his way over and down onto my neck.

Without my sweater in place this time, he had no need to stop at the base of my neck, so he continued downwards. He kissed the breast area that was now uncovered and I was glad that my hands had rested on his shoulders after he had taken my sweater off, for if they hadn't I wasn't sure I could have continued to stand. 

He kissed his way down between my breasts, stopping where the clasp kept it closed and I could feel my breasts swelling in anticipation of what was to come. As he kissed his way up over the other breast he raised his hands and unhooked the clasp keeping my bra in place, allowing my breasts the freedom they needed to swell and harden more.

Daniel kissed and suckled all over the exposed breast meat before him but ignored the nipples poking out at him demanding he take notice of them. The sweet torture seemed to last forever to me standing there, so that when he finally did pull one of the turgid little nubs into him mouth and began to suckle gently upon it, I squeezed his shoulders with my hands and signed as if receiving a much needed relief. When he left one nipple I cried out softly in frustration, thinking that he was done with them now until he pulled the next into his mouth. He repeated this process until I was gasping for air and almost crying for him to give me something more. 

Then I felt Daniel's teeth bite gently into a nipple, and I did cry out at the overwhelming sensations. The slight pain and then the soothing of his mouth sucking upon my nipples, sent arrows of heat straight down to my groin. Never had I been so turned on from someone just messing with my nipples. I felt sure that if he would only touch my pussy he would make me cum a second later.

I am still not sure when or how it happened, but when Daniel did finally pull back from my chest and I saw his eyes wandering down the rest of my body I realized that at some point he had taken my pants and my panties down and they were both at my knees. I was left totally naked before him from the knees up. 

The pants around my knees making it impossible to move didn't escape my notice. It felt truly submissive to be standing as I was between the legs of a man who was still fully dressed as I was doing right now. For a moment I became very self-conscious. "Would he like what he was seeing?" I questioned myself silently. The longer he sat there on the side of the bed, just taking in the sight of me, the more worried I became, and I started fidgeting around trying to hide myself from his view. 

Daniel took both my hands in his and pulled them out away from my body. As he continued to look at me, my face turned red, and then I gasped as suddenly he turned loose of my hands and put his arms around me and pulled me closer to him. 

He went back to work on my nipples, teasing and nibbling on them, before pulling them into the heat of his mouth. As he teased them his hands began their work, sliding down onto my bottom and squeezing and massaging it, pulling me into him and then releasing me.

Again I have no idea how long this continued on, but it was both long enough that I wasn't sure if I could handle more of it and not long enough, because I didn't think I ever wanted for him to stop.

In time Daniel did stop once again, and he urged me to take a step back from him, and held me so I wouldn't stumble. He knelt down on his knees to pull my pants the rest of the way off, as well as my shoes and panties. 

It didn't escape my notice that his face was almost touching the center of my being. I was sure that he was near enough that he would be able to smell the arousal of my pussy. Or maybe even close enough to catch a glimpse of my wetness as he lifted each leg to pull my clothes off. I know that on my end, I could feel the breath of air that he released as he worked to get me totally naked. 

I was disappointed when he stood back up and never touched my pussy, nor did he seem all that impressed with the fact I had shaved. I knew that by now my clit would be poking out from between my lower lips and that he was able to see it without hair to shield it from his view. Instead, he pulled me close to him, letting me feel the material of his clothes, reminding me that he was still fully dressed, and he kissed my mouth once again. His tongue demanded entrance and I willingly let him inside and I slid my tongue against his. While his tongue was inside my mouth, fully, I kept it there, sucking on his tongue as if it were a tiny cock and I felt more than heard the increase of his breathing that let me know that he was enjoying it.




Daniel



When he broke free of my kiss, he picked me up slightly, turning me and deposited me on the bed where he had been sitting and then leaned into me, kissing my neck and down to my nipples again. The more he kissed the more he pushed me towards lying down upon the bed and as I laid further back he kissed lower over my stomach. 

Daniel had it timed just right; as I fully laid back on the bed, his mouth was poised above my pussy. I could feel the heat of his breath on my freshly shaved pussy, and I wondered what his first real look at me shaved had him thinking. "Did he like it?" I wondered.

All he seemed to do was stand there looking down at my pussy, as if trying to etch into his memory. I could feel my clit swelling and probably sticking out further in search of his touch and I was almost sure that I could feel my wetness leaking from my body. 

When suddenly and without any warning he bent down and flicked his tongue over my clit I thought I would feint from the pleasure it caused. He lifted back up and watched as my body bucked slightly after his sudden caress, it begging him for more. I know Daniel really well, I know he likes to see how a woman responds to what he does, but I had to admit, I was going crazy. I needed him to touch me again. 

He finally relented and I felt him use a finger and slide it down from my clit until it was resting just outside my moist opening. Again my body jerked to attention and I thought I saw him smile knowingly though before I could really focus on it he put his mouth down over my clit and began gently working it back and forth with his tongue and occasionally sucking it lightly pulling it further into his mouth.

I could feel his finger still resting just outside my pussy's opening and as I enjoyed his tongue on my clit I attempted to try and push myself onto that finger. He some how managed to hold it just out of my reach but always lightly touching and I groaned with the need to be filled by something, anything. 

When I felt unable to take anymore and was about to give voice to my frustration, he pushed his finger inside me quickly and instead I cried out with joy. His finger was fairly large, for a finger at least, but my body welcomed it. When he began to pump it in and out of me I almost cried for the pleasure that it gave to me while it was combined with the tongue action he had going on over my clit.

Then he pulled his finger from inside my pussy leaving it empty and I moaned in frustration until I felt him rubbing against my most secret lower hole. He didn't attempt to insert his finger there, just rubbed over it. Again I found myself trying to push myself onto his finger, my body taking over. The more I tried to push himself onto his finger the harder he worked my clit with his tongue.

I half whispered half moaned the words, "OH God" as I felt my orgasm crashing over me. As I said it and began feeling my pussy contracting in orgasm he slipped his finger into my anal opening slightly, just enough to let me know it was there and forcing me ride my orgasm just a little bit longer.

When the waves of my orgasm had subsided slightly he lightly kissed my clit once more and watched smiling as my already shaking body trembled even more trying to jerk away from him in its sensitive aftermath. 

He removed his finger from my rear opening and stood up, taking my hand and pulling me into a sitting position again. He kissed me and I could taste and smell myself on his lips. I knew very well that he often said he enjoyed the scent and taste of a woman, and it made me happy to know that he had finally gotten a taste of me. The proof of what he had given me was right there, on his mouth and now my own. 

He pulled my hands up toward his chest, and he began unbuttoning the top buttons on his shirt. I took the hint and began by pulling his shirt from his pants and unbuttoning as well, though I worked from the bottom up. We met in the middle and I left his fingers to undo his last button, and I lowered my hands again to try and work loose the button on his pants. When that was done I lowered the zipper. 

I had often teased him that I wanted to show him how I could suck his cock. That I wasn't real sure I could do it good, but that I had never had any complaints and that I would like to have his opinion on whether I could make him happy in that way or not. Now was my chance to see, and I was slightly impatient to learn what it was that he liked having done. I began trying to work his pants down his legs and taking his underwear with them, watching as his cock sprang free. 

His cock, as I knew already it would be, was different from any cock I had seen before. Daniel had never been circumcised. I wasn't real sure what he would enjoy having done or if maybe there was some difference between what he would like and what someone who had been done would enjoy. I admit, I did stare at it some, curiosity getting the best of me, I had to examine it. I was sure that Daniel wouldn't mind that I did.

My exploration began with my hands; I held him lightly and moved his extra flesh back and forth slightly. Watching as the head of his cock would peek out and then go into hiding again. When that curiosity had been satisfied I moved on and began to use my tongue to make small circles around the now exposed head. 

Daniel put his hands into my hair as a sign of encouragement or enjoyment, I'm not sure which and I soon pulled the head of his cock into my mouth. I made sure the head of his cock was thoroughly wet by my mouth and then I began trying to take more of his cock into my mouth. When I had taken in about half of him, I then pulled my head back coming almost to the head of his cock before moving my mouth down on his shaft again. 

I could feel the extra skin on his cock and found it exciting to be trying my hand at giving him pleasure in this way. I wondered if he liked knowing that he was my first uncircumcised cock and that he would probably be the only one I ever touched in this way. 

As I gained confidence in what I was doing, I began moving my mouth a little faster upon him, slowing every now and then to circle the head of his cock with my tongue. I also began using my hands on him as well, my right hand stroking the parts of his shaft that my mouth couldn't cover and my left hand reaching and just holding his sac gently. 

I pulled my mouth from his cock and pointed his cock up towards his stomach and began to slide my tongue back and forth at the base of his cock, right in that area where the cock meets up with his sac. I felt him tense slightly, indicating that it wasn't a bad experience for him at least. I continued that for a little bit and then began sliding my tongue up the length of his shaft, moving it steadily back and forth, attempting to cover all of his cock that was reachable. When I reached the head and flicked my tongue over it, teasing the tiny slit I found there with my tongue he tensed up a little more. 

I then pulled the head of his cock back into my mouth and went to work moving my mouth up and down over him. At first only letting him feel my lips around him and then increasing the suction inside my mouth which caused him to give a moan of pleasure which came out as something more like "OHHH."

I repeated the process a few times, taking him into my mouth gently and then sucking harder on his cock only to ease the pressure again. I could tell that he was enjoying himself by the tensing up of his body each time I changed speeds and pressure. When I began moving my right hand along his shaft in rhythm with my mouth he moaned again before taking a step back and pulling his cock from my mouth. I just smiled up at him, wondering if I had almost gotten the best of him.

He bent down and kissed me, once again I could taste myself upon his lips or maybe it was only my imagination that the taste still lingered there, and I wondered if he was now able to taste himself on me as well. As he kissed me he laid me back once again. I was now able to feel his cock poised at my damp opening and I attempted once again to push myself onto something, this time his cock. He teased me still, moving and shifting his body so that all I received was the feel of his cock sliding up and down my slit, teasing my clit. 

He slipped his arm under my back and lifted, urging me to get further onto the bed and I wiggled around until I was in roughly the middle and he climbed up on the bed also. He was still between my legs, and I still wanted to feel his cock inside me. I could feel his cock resting on my clit, nudging against it even more when Daniel leaned down to kiss me again. 

As his tongue entered my mouth so too did his cock finally enter me. My moist passage accepting his cock willingly even though he moved slowly. I tried to urge him deeper but he kept his own pace, slowly taking my pussy and making it his. 

When he was buried deep inside me, he paused again, allowing me to fully adjust to the size and feel of him inside me. I was impatient and began trying to rock against him and he told me to hold still. I tried and succeeded but it was only by luck that I was able to do so. 

He began to move, rocking himself against me slowly barely making his cock move in and out at all. Then he began pulling out slowly and entering quickly. Each time he pulled out I sighed in frustration, not wanting him to leave, and when he entered me I would arch against him welcoming him back. I could feel my body tensing up and knew that when he picked up the pace and I learned how to work my body against his that I would cum.

I remembered one conversation he and I had where he said that no one had ever come from just riding his cock without anything else to help it along, and I had said that I could do it. That I would do it. He had seemed doubtful and I really hoped that I could prove it to him.

I felt him pick up the pace slightly, and I assumed that his time was drawing near. I focused all of my attention on my pussy, and pushed it against him repeatedly, matching him thrust for thrust. I intentionally kept the muscles in my pussy tightly clasp around his cock, wanting him to feel every bit of me he could as well as allowing myself to feel him sliding in and out of me. I felt his pubic hair brushing against and teasing my clit as we connected our bodies together over and over again. 

A second before my climax hit me; my pussy relaxed accepting even more of his shaft inside me, allowing us to be even closer to each other, more intimately connected. And I called out my release with a sigh followed closely by gripping onto his hips and throwing myself onto his cock as my body lost control and my pussy held and released his cock over and over again. 

As I slowly calmed, I felt him tense up, enjoying the ride, and the he picked up the pace once again, a very loud groan filling the room as I felt his shaft inside me thicken followed by a burst of warmth as he came deep inside my womb. 

Afterward, he pulled himself slowly out of me, shuddering slightly with the increased sensitivity of his cock, and he laid down beside me, one arm draped possessively over my stomach while we both worked to bring our breathing back to normal. 

When we had regained our composure, I laughed and said, "see I told you it was possible" and he laughed along with me and then we kissed and just held each other enjoying the aftermath of all that we had shared.

I knew that soon I would have to go and I told him as much. Neither of us really wanted the day to end but accepted the fact. As we gathered our clothes and began to get dressed, amid stolen caresses and tender kisses, I sincerely hoped that he and I could be together again before he had to return home.

We said a hesitant if somewhat sad "Good bye" as I left his motel room after one final embrace and a kiss that almost fanned my passions again to the point that I wouldn't leave.

When I arrived home some 45 minutes later and turned on my computer it showed that I had an email. It was from Daniel. "Thank you for sharing yourself with me. I should be around here all day the day after tomorrow. If you're interested I will let you know for sure. Hugs and kisses".



Daniel



© Alex Carr 2011

Daniel and I stood quite naked, facing each other in the bathroom, our cocks just touching, that certain look in our eyes as we focus on each other.

I was so glad Daniel accepted my invitation to spend and evening in my place. It sounds seedy how we met but it wasn't really, it was in a toilet. It turned out that none of us are into toilet bashing, it is just that we got talking as we each stood next to each other at the urinals.

We just looked at each other as we came out and he asked me for a light'

"Sorry I don't smoke, gave it up three years ago" I said apologetically.

And that was a good subject for the start of a conversation in that Daniel wanted to give up too and asked me for a few hints. 

"Tell you what how about we chat over a drink?"

"Great I am all for it" I am driving though so will just make it a shandy.

we introduced ourselves as Daniel and me being Pete. At that time we had no inclination to do anything more than just chat.

I liked him though. After I asked him to come back to my car and I'd give him a lift, because he was going to take a bus.

In the car as we spoke I felt a certain charisma about him and quite unwittingly, I don't particularly know why, but it seemed right at the time - I touched him with my hand.

He just closed his eyes, stretched back his head on the passengers' seat and parted his thighs slowly, as if prompting me to do more.

And that is simply what led to our meeting at my place and doing what we were doing right now. I enjoyed the feel of him and wanted to do more but the car park was becoming busy, so we went for the later date and here we are, standing and enjoying

It was so lovely, he has a lovely cock and I adored the way he stretched it back to reveal that lovely head. Prompting me to do the same which made me feel so good as we touched p-holes. Mmm! 

Absolutely fabulous.

For a while we enjoyed each other this way, rubbing cock to cock, balling each other, he was so warm and erect and so was I. Our cocks throbbing so we each started to wank and it was lovely.

He whispered for me to turn and I did, and I soon realised what he was about, and I was so relived because I was a taker and not a giver that way.

I felt him parting my ass cheeks which felt so good, and then, wetting his hand with his mouth he smoothed it around his cock and gently started to massage its head between my ass as I wiggled it for him to enjoy and feeling his strong hands nudging and stretching my cheeks apart I felt completely at ease and at that time knew I wanted his fuck.

After rubbing himself up between my crease he asked if I liked oral and I said I wouldn't mind. So he laid down on my settee, opened his legs wide, pushing himself up from beneath his balls and announcing, well here it is and what did I think?

Daniel looked divine, so coolly relaxed, his cock standing slightly backwards and high. I wanted for this to be perfect, our first intimacy with each other. I kneeled on the carpet between his legs and began slowly to run my finger tips along the length of his adorable cock. Me feeling so warm and good, this was quality cock and I aimed to give Daniel my all in every way.

I gently massaged and sniffed him there, stretching back the foreskin to reveal the gorgeous redness beneath, it smelt good but I adore the scent of cock anyway and Daniels' s was no exception.

I wanted to gradually work up to the oral bit , secretly longing to suck it, it was just asking to be sucked and enjoyed.

We got talking as I felt and massaged him, he told me that what I was doing reminded me of his ex. That he , like me, was bi-sexual and she had a lovely touch. 

"Are you still with her?" I asked

He paused briefly as I touched a point somewhere which made him hold his breath in a sort of trance, I was gradually discovering what he liked. Then he told me how one day he got home early and found his ex in bed with a guy covered with a lot of body black hair, and that solved the mystery of why he had noticed black hair in the bed.

I continued to caress and spoil him as he spoke, he had a divine cock and the feel of it was soothing and so good, all the time I was revving up to place it into my mouth and taste the nectar.

He told ,me I was some guy who he so wanted to fuck and showed me how he wanked himself, the particular way he liked to bend and jerk it, I soon caught on. I touched it and moved as he had showed me and he loved it as his hand now found my cock as we delighted each other in a sixty nine position and found our heaven on earth. Daniel wasted no time in sucking me either and it was so very good, then I wanted nothing more than to suck him simultaneously as there is always something so very intimate and special about that.

So there I was, I held my breath and went for it, that bulging throbbing length of pure unadulterated quality cock inside my mouth now. I closed my eyes and imagined soon how it would be inside me giving me the fuck I so wanted, it was earthy and pungent and had that certain flexibility and texture I was able to manipulate and enjoy to the full.

It wasn't long before Daniel wanted more and he suggested I plant myself on all fours so he could prepare me for it. I was so enjoying the heaven feelings of his mouth doing wonderful things between my thighs, feeling his warm hands spread me apart and his mouth and tongue probing me there, he uttering how absolutely beautiful I was and how he loved young ass.

"I will fuck you sound" he said giving me a bountiful slap on both cheeks and I said "Yes please and make it quick!"

And then we so enjoyed that first deep fuck when he went straight up inside me without any difficulty whatsoever because he had taken the trouble to arouse and ease me with lots of lovely sucking lubrication.

"You are beautiful, you are some fuck!" Daniel yelled as he started to build up a lovely arousing rhythm which sent me crazy, he thrust and thrust into me, occasionally stopping as we felt each others strong pulsing throb, I felt it stretch me inside and so enjoyed g-his deep thrusting until I wanted more and more - and when we got to that wonderful climax it was like heaven had opened. Like a volcano had exploded violently and we were both utterly but wonderfully exhausted.

That was Daniel and I wanted more and more of him ...



Daniel



My mind is heavy now. 

Age and wisdom have taken their toll, age more than the other I think sometimes but it is just as effective for stealing my memories.

I wanted to tell you about this, before I forget, or even worse, before I believe it never happened.

It was February of 2011, almost ten years since 9-11 and I was alone for the first time in thirty years. 

My marriage had been hard, the divorce harder and one is never quite prepared for that particular type of loss no matter how logical it all seems at the time. 

The whys and the wherefores, the blame, the guilt all loaded on the truck with what furniture I took with me. 

The divorce had taken nearly eighteen months to finalize so I was used to being alone, it wasn't that, but there is a particular kind of aloneness that comes with the holidays and with his new marriage looming on Valentine's Day, I needed to get away.

You have to be careful planning a trip in February in New England, it can blow up in your face if a Nor'easter comes calling so I decided a short two hour jaunt to a quiet Bed and Breakfast just outside of Boston was in order. 

I wanted to walk on the shore as the bitter winter wind tore at me, to clear my head, and free my soul so on a cold January Sunday morning with only my coffee to keep me company in bed, I started looking over the Travel section of my newspaper.

Now, as you can imagine the pages were covered with brilliant pictures of exotic beaches in faraway places, all claiming to be the answer to your winter blues, or the cure for your cabin fever. I could have chosen one of them I suppose but then, I wouldn't be here telling you this story now if I had.

I had just refilled my coffee mug and stretched out in my bed again when I saw a small ad in the corner of the next to last page. There was no colorful beach or nearly naked toned bodies in small bathing suits to entice me. There was however, a lighthouse. 

It was officially the Light keeper's cottage that was for rent, which you could imagine was nothing spectacular but the lighthouse was another story. Majestic as it stood, withstanding the hard winds of the Atlantic for over two hundred years, a tough old broad, like me, I thought.

I pulled out my laptop and typed in the web address, yes, apparently even lighthouses have their own websites now.

I would be lying if I said it wasn't the pictures that suckered me in. The red and white tower standing guard over the rocky cliffs and water below, the pictures of the lush sunsets as they disappeared over the horizon, the oversized stone fireplace that burned with a warm fire. 

It was all of them, partly, if I am being honest, and at my age being honest is all I have left. 

Like I said, it was partly those pictures but what caught my eye and my imagination was the picture of a small sign that had been erected in front of the lighthouse entrance.

The sign simply said:

ATTENTION

IT IS ILLEGAL TO

TAMPER WITH OR

REMOVE REMNANT'S

OF SHIPWRECKS OR

OTHER ARTIFACTS

I don't know how long I stared at that picture, my mind was racing, my heart was beating a little faster than normal and the world got a little blurry at that moment. My mind was already walking on that shore and I was struggling to keep up with it.

My hands were still shaking slightly when I emailed the woman and asked about a long weekend getaway in February. I told her a little more than perhaps I should have, casually mentioning my reason for getting away at this particular time and when I hit the "send" button, my heart jumped a little.

It was nearly a week before I heard back and I had nearly given up hope when I saw the reply in my Yahoo inbox. I felt an adrenaline rush as I opened the email and was shaking as I read her instructions for payment and key appropriation. I wasted no time and wrote her back immediately to let her know those terms were agreeable and she would have my check in two days time. I was still shaking when I wrote the separate checks for the deposit and the rental and drove to the post office to hand deliver it to the postman behind the counter.

Did I know something at that point? A premonition of sorts? I think back now and I would have to say no but sometimes, late at night, I wonder if I am just trying to convince myself of that.

I arrived at the Nantucket Lighthouse two days before Valentine's Day, time enough I thought, to forget. The two keys had been mailed to me and as I slipped the bright gold one into the door of the cottage I felt a sharp breeze across my neck. I nearly turned to look but decided I was just being silly and entered my home for the next five days.

It was furnished as you would expect it might be. Comfortable overstuffed furniture, shabby chic we would have called it back in the city, but it was natural here in the tiny rooms. The fireplace was filled with kindling and small logs and the hearth was stacked with larger wood that would last the entire night if I chose to use it. I thought about starting a fire but the evening light was fading and I wanted to see the lighthouse before dark.

I found the bedroom behind the kitchen and was pleasantly surprised. A mahogany four poster king sized bed nearly filled the small room, and a second stone fireplace waited to be lit. The bed was covered in a thick white down comforter with white lace covered feather pillows that begged to be slipped into and I had to struggle not to dive under them and sleep. 

There were several other pieces of furniture in the room, a small nightstand and dresser, an ancient trunk that rested at the footboard of the bed, and an antique rocking chair that had been placed next to the fireplace hearth. It was cozy...and perfect.

I pulled my camera from my overnight bag before stuffing my suitcases into the tiny closet, placed my wine and groceries into the refrigerator and then headed out the door towards the lighthouse.

The shadows were already getting long as I walked the cobblestone path down to the cliffs and I had thought to stop only a moment to take several shots of the magnificent sunset reflected in the cold Atlantic. Just a moment I thought, but before I knew it, I was near the edge of the cliffs and as the wind pushed me about, I could see the jagged rocks that waited below. I stepped quickly back, surprised and a little terrified that I could have been that reckless and turned to look at the lighthouse.

I was blinded for a second, the fading sun reflecting back to me from the lens and I had to close my eyes for a moment. But I saw something in the lighthouse tower before I did. Something or someone. 

At first I thought it had been a trick of the light, a glare, a shadow, but now I know better. Now I know better.

Sunspots danced across the lawn as I tried to focus once again, gray and white spots that clouded my vision for a minute or so and I had to close my eyes several times before they finally disappeared. I didn't look directly at the lighthouse again but rather to the side of it and up the shore a bit and it was then I heard the sound of a dog barking.

I didn't see him at first, my temporary blindness still a factor, I only heard him and when I finally saw the yellow fluff of fur, head and chest barreling towards me, it was nearly too late.

I saw his eyes first, big and brown and full of joy as he ran full tilt towards me and how he stopped before plowing me over is anyone's guess. His mouth was filled with the florescent green of a tennis ball until he dropped it at my feet and stood waiting patiently for me to throw it. I picked it up and threw it as far as my arm could manage and if it had been twice as far I doubt it would have been enough for this guy.

He ran as hard as he could, rear legs slipping between the front ones, sending him soaring from the ground in long leaps. I laughed at his excitement and felt the unfamiliar twinge of hope as I watched him.

There is a joy in this that only dog lovers can understand, it lights a beacon in your heart and the world disappears for a while. It had been a long time since I had allowed such warmth in and with the Golden's reckless abandon, I felt alive.

The dog had picked up the ball and turned to come back to me when he suddenly stopped, his head tilting gently to the side, his ears lifted in anticipation. I listened but heard nothing but the shore hitting the rocks beneath me. We looked at one another and he seemed to be torn for a moment when the clear sound of a whistle and a "here boy" made the decision easy for him and he bolted towards the lighthouse.

I glanced towards the tower again, careful to keep my gaze from the lens above and saw him standing there. 

There was something about him even then, before I knew, before I understood. He was a large man, tall with broad shoulders and a deep chest. Thick black hair fell across his forehead and I could see deep dark eyes even with the distance between us.

Now, I should have been afraid, alone as I was out here with a stranger but the gentleness with which he ruffled his dog's furry head and the grin he wore as he threw the ball across the lawn gave me a sense of genuine tenderness from the man. He didn't walk towards me but stood still as he said, 

"I hope he didn't bother you."

"No, he's beautiful and a perfect gentleman."

His smile widened at my comment. "Yes, Captain is a gentleman if nothing else."

The Golden had returned to his master's feet and was sitting in wait for the ball to be thrown once more.

"He does look like a Captain after all, waiting for his crew to do his bidding," I laughed and said.

"I have often wondered who belonged to whom in our relationship. He does seem to have the upper hand most of the time." He rubbed the dog's head before throwing the ball out across the grass once more. 

"I'm Daniel by the way."

He still hadn't moved so I took several steps in his direction, while not getting too close. I looked out over the ocean as I said, "It's very nice to meet you Daniel, I'm Amanda."

I thought of putting my hand out but I didn't want to seem too forward.

"Mandy." 

It wasn't a question, just a statement and I said, 

"No one has called me that since I was a child."

"Do you prefer Amanda?"

I got the feeling that if I had said yes he would have been disappointed and with him, I didn't want him to be disappointed about anything.

"Not at all, Mandy is fine. I just haven't heard it in forever."

"Mandy it is then." And then he fell silent.

It could have ended there, perhaps it should have, but there was something about him that drew me to him and made me stay a little longer.

We stood in silence, watching as Captain chased the ball about the property and waiting for the sun to go down. I forgot about investigating the lighthouse for the day, it was Daniel that held my attention, him, and trying to figure what to say to him.

Night comes early that time of year and as dusk settled in and the cottage behind me began to disappear into the pending darkness, I knew it was time to leave. I told Daniel to have a good evening then turned from the shore, from him, from Captain, and headed towards home.

I held my breath as I walked, waiting for a response from him, but when I received none, I turned back one last time before opening the front door only to discover they were both gone.

It was some time after 6:00 p.m. when I heard the sound at the door.

I almost missed it. My dinner behind me, I lay dozing in front of the fire, sipping a glass of Pinot Grigio and glancing over my latest Odd Thomas novel. My head was filled with ghosts as I dozed and my mind drifted into a gray haze from the wine.

I went to the door and raised up on tiptoe to look through the tiny porthole glass peep hole but saw nothing outside. I started walking back to the couch when the sound came again, this time a little louder and accompanied by a soft cry.

I cracked the door open slightly and was greeted by Captain pushing his way into the cottage. Along with him came a large cloud of white snow that spread a dusty coating across the wood floor. The animal ran into the room and proceeded to plop down in front of the fireplace as if he owned the place.

I wasn't sure what to do, the snow was blowing outside and I wasn't about to leave the dog to freeze so I simply shut the door and figured sooner or later Daniel would come looking for him. I gave Captain some scraps from my dinner which he scoffed up in a second and went back to the comfort of my couch and wine.

I must have slept after that because I don't remember Captain finding his way onto my couch with me, I only realized it when I heard the knock on the door and found my feet were trapped beneath soft golden fur.

I gently pulled out my legs and petted the sleeping beast on his head but he didn't move an inch. I went to the door and opened it for the second time that evening but this time I was greeted by the dark brooding eyes of Daniel.

"Did you lose something?"

Daniel grinned. "Let me guess, he found his way here?"

I pointed towards the sleeping ball of fur on my couch without saying a word and Daniel looked at him with a disapproving smirk.

"He made himself right at home didn't he?"

"Yep. You would think he belonged here. Does he come here often?"

"Every chance he gets."

"Well, he is perfectly welcome for as long as I am here. I enjoy the company."

Daniel gave me an odd look but said nothing and simply nodded when I asked him if he would like a glass of wine.

I poured two glasses this time and when I returned, I found Daniel on the couch next to Captain, stroking his fur and whispering something into the dog's ear.

I never asked what Daniel said to him, but Captain opened his soft brown eyes for only a moment before falling back into a deep sleep. As I recall, he slept there the rest of the night.

Daniel and I spent the remainder of the evening on the couch, me curled up beneath my throw just listening to him talk, taking in every word, remembering every moment. He smelled incredible. His scent was clean and masculine and I imagined if I brought my lips to his I would taste the salt of the ocean upon them and in those hours, I imagined that quite often.

The occasional brush of his hand against my leg sent chills through me and I struggled to stay in control when all I wanted was to be anything but in control.

I had one eye on the clock as the evening wore on, sure that at any moment he would tell me he needed to go home but even as the evening turned into night and then to early morning, he never took his leave of me.

I cannot remember exactly what we spoke of, and for all the hours we spent together I realized later that I learned very little about him. I spoke to him about my family and my marriage and I saw the sharp look of anger as I talked about the abuse I had suffered at the hands of my ex. There were times of silence yet I felt nothing of the awkwardness that can come with the stillness and if he wished for the evening to end, he gave no indication.

The snow fell for most of the night and as dawn began to creep through the blinds and curtains, my eyes became heavy and sleep finally got the best of me.

It wasn't long, I don't believe, when I felt the warmth and softness of the bed beneath me and the heat from the bedroom fireplace filling the small room. I was still in a slight haze both from the wine and the heat, although I shall not use that as an excuse, so it took me a moment or two to realize Daniel was sitting in the rocking chair, staring into the fire.

I raised up slightly and realized I was wearing nothing but my panties and camisole yet I had no memory of getting undressed. I stared at Daniel for a couple of minutes, saying nothing, just watching him as he got lost in the thought in the firelight. I was nearly asleep again when Daniel noticed I was awake and came to my bedside, said goodnight, and kissed me gently.

I felt no hunger in that first kiss, it was the kiss of a gentleman, warm and gentle, but when I kissed him back my body betrayed me and my lips told him more than my words ever could.

In a instant he was on top of me, his full weight filling the emptiest parts of my body, the portions that I had long forgotten. I was a whole once more and if I never knew this feeling again for the rest of my life, I knew what it felt like at that moment.

My arms and legs wrapped tightly around his chest and waist, like a drowning woman clinging to the last visage of hope for survival. Could he have known how much I needed him then? Perhaps, but I have always wanted to believe he needed me as well.

I have never known a lover like Daniel, so much strength in his hands but such tenderness that could draw the heat from me in a constant slow burn. He made love to me for hours, my pleasure his only concern and even as I slept against his chest, I still felt the hardness of his desire against my belly.

I know we ate at some point and we talked until I slept again. Later that day and for the five days that followed, we spent every moment together. Captain crept in and out of the cottage as we came and went, we walked on the shore, explored the lighthouse, and spent hour after hour in each other's arms beneath the thick covers of the large bed. 

On Valentine's Day Daniel woke me to breakfast in bed then made love to me until dinner time. He wrote our names in the snow as I watched from the window and surrounded them with a gigantic heart. I managed to take a photo of his gift to me before Captain ran through his homemade Valentine, sending our names into the wind. Daniel nearly scolded him but I wouldn't allow it and instead called them both back into the warmth of the cottage.

The snow came and came again and finally on Wednesday, the day before I left, the sun reappeared for the first time.

I awoke that morning to see Daniel staring out the window, a sadness in his eyes that I hadn't seen before. I asked him to come back to bed and when he did, he simply held me for a long time. I knew something was wrong although I couldn't have guessed then what it was.

I was either too blind to see or too much in love with him at that point to think clearly or to understand. You can take your pick, but I believe it was probably a little bit of both.

We tried to eat but did little more than pick at the food on our plates and Captain enjoyed the bounty of the day's meals. We made love throughout the afternoon and evening and although Daniel was still as fervent as always, I felt as if he wished mostly for the feeling of my arms around him. 

It was wonderful still but melancholy had joined us in our bed and in the darkness of the room late that night, I felt sorrow join us as well.

It was sometime that night, I would be merely guessing if I said it was this time or that but I felt Daniel sit upright in bed. He was staring at the fire and even when I touched his arm, he refused to look at me. 

Perhaps I should have asked him what was wrong, or perhaps I should have told him I was in love with him then but I did neither. Maybe it would have made a difference, somehow, but even as I write this story, I have my doubts.

I tell myself this anyway, when I remember. It even helps sometimes.

Daniel never spoke and I finally fell back into a fitful sleep. The dreams that came were cold and empty and when I awoke a few hours later I felt as if I hadn't slept at all.

My room was quite chilly, the fire long out and Daniel was no longer in my bed. It was still dark and the clock next to the bed said it was still hours before dawn. 

I rose and pulled my robe on, my bare feet cold on the hardwood floor as I made my way into the living room. He was not on the couch or lighting the fire as I had hoped and as I looked around the remainder of the cottage, I realized I was alone. Daniel had gone.




Daniel



I don't know how long I stood there before I collapsed onto the floor, the strength completely gone from my legs. I curled up in a small ball and wept for what seemed like hours before pulling myself onto the couch and covering myself with the fleece throw. 

I slept again but this time, nightmares filled my sleep and I awoke with a headache and a pain in my chest that ripped me in two. It was still dark in the room but tiny sparks of light were beginning to peek in the window blinds. 

Thursday had arrived and it was time for me to go home.

I went through the motions of getting ready, I showered and brushed my hair, packed my suitcase and cleaned the kitchen. My eyes drifted constantly to the door and the windows, waiting for Daniel to return, listening for the familiar sound of Captain at the door wanting in.

By 10:00 a.m., I was ready to go but I stayed, hoping against hope that Daniel would come back to say good-bye. I hadn't realized until then that he never told me where he lived or how I might get in touch with him once I had gone and I knew that once I had left, I might never find him again.

I drifted off to sleep a couple of times and once I even awoke in a panic believing I had heard the deep sound of Captain's bark but it was only my imagination or wishful thinking. By four o'clock that afternoon, I finally gave up hope and left the cottage behind.

I drove out the dirt road from the lighthouse and watched the cottage become smaller and smaller in my review mirror. I headed out the Post Road towards I-95 and home, determined to make it back before I broke down again. There would be time enough for tears later, years I would eventually discover.

I still had the keys to the cottage in my hand when I noticed the small sign for the Thistle Inn on my right. The caretaker for the lighthouse owned the small Inn as well and had requested that I drop off the keys to her directly instead of mailing them back. I pulled into the dirt parking lot on the side of the large white Victorian and took a deep breath before getting out of my car and heading inside.

The smell of cinnamon surrounded me as soon as I stepped in the door. It was heady and thick and I wondered what they could possibly be burning inside. The elderly man at the front desk asked me to wait for just a moment until his wife returned and I told him that was fine. The fact was, I wanted to delay my departure as long as I could knowing that once I left it would actually be over.

The foyer to the Victorian was decorated with a dark burgundy settee, an overstuffed chair and a couple dozen black and white prints on the walls. The pictures were from different time periods, some nearly a hundred years old, the most recent it appeared to be about fifty years ago. They were all beautifully framed with rich mats, dark mahogany wood frames and small brass plaques with the date and location of each one. I looked over each photograph, barely glancing at them until I saw the group of five photos that featured the lighthouse and cottage. 

My heart quickened a bit as I eyed each one carefully as if I was searching for something although even I could not have guessed what.

It was the picture in the far upper right hand corner that stopped me cold. It was the cottage, a different color it seemed than the white it was currently painted but that is not what made me look again. 

The picture was taken from the cliffs it seemed, the lighthouse to the right and the cottage to the left. I put my finger against the glass and outlined the Golden Retriever that sat on the front stoop of the cottage, waiting to be let in. 

I lingered there a moment, at first afraid to look any further but I knew I wasn't done. My eyes went to the lighthouse, across the cobblestone walk, up the red and white tower to the top where the light waited to be lit.

The light was not all that waited there. Even from the distance I could plainly see Daniel standing in front of the glass, staring at the sea beyond. 

My legs nearly buckled as the room swirled out of focus around me, the date, February 14, 1957 engraved in the plaque beneath the picture of Daniel. I held onto the small table in front of the wall as I attempted to catch my breath and nearly jumped out of my skin when a small hand touched my shoulder.

My heart was slamming loudly in my chest as I turned to look into the dark eyes that I knew so well. They were exactly the same and even though age had dimmed her's slightly, I recognized them immediately. I couldn't speak but simply stared at the elderly woman. I must have looked frightful because her face was filled with worry and her voice quivered as she told me to sit down.

She asked me if I was alright and although I felt nothing even close to alright, I nodded and told her it was just that the candles had made me lightheaded. I looked into her eyes again, to make sure I wasn't mistaken and I realized, I wasn't.

She ran off to get me some tea and returned with a cup a few moments later. I sipped the hot liquid slowly and when I felt strong enough to speak I asked her about the photograph of the lighthouse and the dog.

A sadness appeared around her eyes and a half grin came to her face.

"That was my son's pup, Captain." She hesitated a moment as if deciding if she wanted to continue or not. "My son Daniel used to be the lighthouse keeper there many years ago." 

She stared at the picture for a few moments as if she was remembering something better left forgotten and a tear ran down her soft cheek.

"He drowned out there, out there on the jetty." She pointed to a mass of rocks which had once formed a breakwater. "He and Captain both."

I felt my heart sink and didn't want to hear anymore. The keys to the cottage were still in my hand, the tiny teeth however, were now embedded into my palm and I felt the sting as I handed them to her.

I thanked her for the use of the cottage and left before I had time to look at the photos again. I wanted to get away. Away from Nantucket, away from the cottage but mostly away from my memories that were already beginning to haunt me.

Many years have passed since my time in the cottage, the years have blurred the edges and softened the pain but my heart never healed completely. I might never have told the story to anyone, for a long time it was too painful and by the time the wound had closed enough to tell it, it no longer seemed important if anyone knew or not.

But now I feel I must tell someone, just so someone knows, so someone can remember the story of Amanda and Daniel. So someone can tell it later on.

I am telling you this now because Daniel came to me last night. 

I was asleep when I felt him next to me again, at first I thought it was a dream but when I felt his hand on mine, I knew it was more.

He leaned close to me and when he whispered softly in my ear I remembered that cold February night long ago when I saw him whispering to Captain on the sofa in the tiny cottage, and I smiled. And I understood.

Now, as I head towards Nantucket and the cottage one last time his words to me echo over and over in my head as I drive the last few miles.

"Come back to me, my love."

"Yes, Daniel. I am coming home to you."



Daniel & Alex's Very First Time



A true story by Alex Carr.

Thinking about it I did absolutely the right thing inviting Daniel into my life.

I was bi-sexual curious having been married for thirty years, out sexual appetite having some way diminished although we still love each other.

But looking back to my service days in the RAF I have been close to going the full way with another guy called Bernard. I remember with affection now getting into his bed one night, we'd both had too much to drink but despite that I remember so clearly doing something with him I'd always wanted to do when sober, but had never had the courage to.

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Snuggled up behind him I enjoyed the feel of him and remember distinctly how he ejaculated into my hand after just a few squeezes and jerking movements. After that I just returned to my bed, masturbated and fell asleep, the next morning nothing was said and it was as if nothing had happened.

However my curiosity was abound, I wasn't married at that time so didn't know which way I was going, after sharing some conversation with him about girls and the like, as guys together do, I suggested we should go to the bathroom and he agreed.

I don't remember much about that because it was a complete failure, despite frantic mutual masturbation he was unable to enter me so that was that. W never spoke much again.

But later and married I knew I still had a leaning towards my own sex and when my wife worked different shifts to me in a local hospital and I had some time alone I took to dressing up in my wife's clothes, especially the revealing underwear I'd enjoyed her wearing so many times.

It had a positive effect on me, I felt a certain hunger for the want of the right word, in my back passage - I shall call it Henry because most other references seem so crude to something I thought was so very special and wonderful.

Imagining myself as a girl I would practice with all manner of tools and whatever, as long as they had a nice smooth bulbous handle that substituted for a penis. This was before I got into anal vibrators and things which I purchased in a local 'private' shop.

Looking back now it seems crazy the things I use to do but it was jolly nice and very sensual - even though it seems all very funny now thinking about how I used to lay stark naked on the floor with a long mirror well placed to watch Henry being entered with a screwdriver handle, carrot (shaped to look like a penis) a broom handle, a cucumber (of course) - after slowly and provocatively raising my skirt to reveal black stockings and suspender belt and slowly but effectively raising my ardour with the teasing of finger tips aro0und the genitals until I found myself craving, after due lubrication, for the feel of something u there inside me.

I experimented thrusting and moving it in different directions, I discovered just walking about and carrying on the daily duties at home, pretending I was a gorgeous female, was very aspiring, once I got the knack of stopping the vibrator popping out of me with well applied surgical tape. I managed to reach a climax several times this was although massaging my cock did not always work in perfect unison with the feeling inside me.

Often wondered how my wife would react if she had known about my bi-sexual tendencies but she never has so what she the heart doesn't bleed for what she doesn't know about, even afterwards when I regularly enjoyed Daniels fuck and everything else we did together...

Getting bored with the do it yourself thing I wanted much more, knowing I was plainly bi-sexual I craved to be with a real guy in the flesh, but of course he had to be the right guy, someone I could really like and more - because for me emotions always play a big part.

But that was more difficult than one can imagine. I went onto the Utopia Gay chat room on the net and tried to arrange a date with several. But it was always the same thing, all they seemed to want is a cheap thrill exchanging revealing pictures and ;doing it' on Skype to which I could never get true satisfaction.

Even a couple of guys who did look serious did not turn up at a planned meeting place which I found very frustrating after getting myself all hyped up for a real carnal adventure, taking into consideration all those things we had chatted about online and all the things we'd like to do with each other.

It was all too much and I was near to the end of my tether, almost degrading myself to doing the toilet basher bit to relieve my ardent sexual need - but the thought of that revolted me plus the chance of getting caught and all that would mean.

But all was not lost. I discovered Daniel who lived just five miles away so there was no problem with travel. He was divorced and like me bi sexual curious, he lived with his ageing mother though so it was awkward for us to meet and do our thing in his place.

Anyway I said at least let us meet and see if we are compatible with each other in real life because we seemed to have been getting on s well together online and what I liked about Daniel, he wasn't pressing and I had a feeling he was, like me, genuine.

There was a problem also as far as I was concerned, should I invite him to my home when my wife was working or what?

We decided to meet in Morrison's car park with an identification tag and he giving me the registration number of his car. Great, this guy really did seem to mean business so I made sure I was prompt at noon to meet him.

My heart was beating twice the normal with the thrill of the idea, and the thought always of just being intimate withy a real live member of the same sex. By then I had fantasised so much of just how it would be like, how would it feel and everything, and even as I looked for his car number the swell of things to come was positively there bulging in my pants, the excitement was excruciating and just hoped to God this guy would turn up.

I needn't have worried, I saw this guy waving behind his windscreen and somehow from that point I just felt so comfortable, there was something about his welcoming smile, his charisma as he opened the passenger door and invited me to join him.

We exchanged greetings and then he asked was there somewhere we could be more private. Of course at that time I didn't want to take the plunge and invite him to my place before we got more acquainted and I knew he could be prudent so |I suggested a disused car park about a mile away and as we drove there I began to feel like I had known this guy for ages because he seemed so right, and we both had so much in common.

When we got there I suggested parking near the surrounding trees which would give us some cover although he seemed a little nervous and I knew then he didn't want to take any chances and wanted t be just as prudent as me.

He explained his problems in not being able to invite me to his place - I felt the need for him big time and said I would arrange something for the weekend when my wife was working, on Sunday morning in fact. 

But I felt there was a need for me to start something and it seemed easy for me just to move my hand over his crotch and get the feel of him as we talked about all the things we had done, surprisingly similar in so many ways even to masturbating before a mirror and imagining being with another guy, although he told me he had not ever and that all this was a new experience for him, but he certainly showed he he enjoyed what I was doing when I started to squeeze him through his jeans, when he parted his thighs and let me unzip him.

I soon discovered he had a lovely seized cock on him and found myself concentrating on the moment in hand, it was so much nicer to be feeling another rather than one's own because you could not anticipate the next movement or whatever. It felt so lovely and appealing, especially with Daniel

His eyes focussed on mine, enjoying that certain intimacy between two guys. I sniffed the scent of him, not dissimilar to my own when I sniff the palm of my hand after masturbation - thinking that was a good omen, that were chemically similar, I had read somewhere that was half the battle when making it with a new partner.

We'd ascertained our leanings, in as much as he was quite happy to be the giver if I was being the taker, the truth being, and that is why my heterosexual marriage has failed in a physical sense, is that I cannot maintain a permanent erection and (I think) have become so much more hormonal female, that I am not longer turned on that way.

As I stroked Daniel he swept back his head and closed his eyes and I just could not help myself, this would be the very first time I had sucked cock and do you know what?, it just seemed sp perfectly natural and loving even with Daniel.. I leant my head down to him, to take in some more of his scent, especially as I eased the foreskin back to reveal the beautiful head, Daniel murmured words of comfort saying I was so good and how he loved the way I just helped myself.

I certainly intended to as first I wanted to experience the taste of him, I licked it first, gradually to take in the flavour, I felt his cock staring to throb in my hand as it grew and grew, it must have been a good seven inches or more, and I was thinking was certainly bigger than anything I had put up there, but it would be alright I felt sure - and anyway I would prepare myself with something just a little bit bigger for the special occasion and anticipation of our very first fuck together.

I opened my mouth wider and took as much of it into it as I could, it was simply lovely to feel and suck nice and slowly hearing Daniels appreciation.

I was enjoying it so much and suddenly began to realise just what I had been really missing all those years, but was the time to make up for all that now and if Daniel was game so was I.

But our pleasure was spoilt by a police car which came into the car park causing Daniel to push my head away with a slurp, because my mouth was well and truly attached to his cock, and like a flash, ticked his dwindling cock into his jeans and zipped himself up pronto.

And that was so nice too. But of course I realised his caution and we accepted that the only thing was for us to meet at my place on Sunday, and I was happy to agree with that now I felt comfortable about his prudent ways. 

So we departed on the promise that we would complete what we started on Sunday. Roll on!

We kept in touch with the mobile phone too. He came for me over the phone which was nice and another first, it came about because of our talking abgo0ut how nice it was in the car park and how he loved what I did to his cock.

I could still taste it in my mouth, now I wanted to feel that beautiful length inside me, I was aching for it and vowed on Sunday morning before Daniel arrived, and remembering how Bernard could not get it up me, to insert a bigger screwdriver handle into Henry and let it keep there inside me enough for it to str4etch wide enough for dear Daniel.

I told him what I would do but he assured me not to worry, that he would get it inside me even if it took and hour, that he had heard first time was never easy and we both needed to work on it, and anyway that was 0part of the fun.

That how dear Daniel was, so considerate and understanding, I felt my whole being wanting him and when at last there he was, standing at my front door with a bulge full of ready (as I teased) .

I led him into the bathroom, asked if he would like to get undressed and closed the door after him from the outside.

But I was so eager I just could not help myself and just had to take a peek to watch him undress.

HE saw me and chuckled, holding his beauty in his right hand and saying " well here it is then" as if to invite me to enjoy, I was certainly intending to and soon I was standing there - after Daniel helped me undress, I saw that he sniffed my briefs which was so nice and I felt flattered, I picked his up from where he had places them an the bathroom stool along with his other gear and let him see me sniffing his.

Then, still sniffing, we started to enjoy touching and feeling each other, at the same time - that magic again in looking into each others eyes, we started to gently masturbate and it was heavenly, feeling its pliancy and remembering its heavenly pungent and earthy taste.

Soon he put his hands on my shoulders, prompting me to go down on my knees and I immediately knew why, he leant backwards to give his cock a good showing and, with my hands at the back of me I found his erection with my mouth and started to lick its length, right down and further down to his firm balls so full and ready, it was heavenly, it really was, I must admit I made a feast of it but Daniel was more than happy with that telling me he was going to fuck me like I have never been before, which I chuckled wouldn't be hard because I had never been fucked before by a man and up the ass.

He responded, in between his moans of pleasure, saying he would soon put that to rights as I had the most delightful fuckable ass for a fifty year old.

It was true I was fifteen years his senior so for me it was lovely to have young cock all to myself, something I knew then I would become very attached to in more ways than one

"Don't be too much of a pig!" he said pushing my head back, away from his throbbing cock.

"Only because we need to save him - I need your fuck so much, now let me have a sniff, my turn Huh, Alex?" he said. 

And of course I was game, just bend for me, bend it nicely over the edge the bath.!"

He places the bath towel doubled over the edge to make it more comfortable promoted me to lean over as much as I could.

It was so lovely and I shall never ever forget just how thrilling and wonderful that first time was, it felt he was absolutely devouring my all when was spread-eagled across the bath edge and I shall never forget those first heavenly feelings as his tongue and mouth worked in unison into my ass, his hands nudging and squeezing my cheeks, spreading and licking between, OMG!how wonderful was that!

I just wanted to be all ass for him, I wanted to be all that was quality and perfect, I swayed it and he said he adored that, not to stop and then he slapped it, just lightly but enough to make me feel so good and belonging.

Then he raised his head up away from the crease of my ass and took a good long breather saying that was the most wonderful thing he had ever experienced, of course it was his first time too so we were both an a par. And that meant so much.

"Eat me once more before I fuck you, Alex? He asked and I wasn't slow to take up the offer. I felt Henry was well and truly read for him, well lubricated beforehand and well sucked and prepared, now I was preparing Daniel for the final furlong, that wonderful first thrust into my aching ass!.

I closed my eyes and he pulled away from me saying he was ready and prompted me over the bath edge again, I remember a sort of silence as I waited for it. And when I got the first touch it was a little higher than it should be and I was thinking he had not found the right place. But then I realised it was just his way, rubbing his erection between my crotch until very gradually it found its place, Daniel started to work it inside me, gently and slowly, it was so good, such a wonderful warm feeling too, then harder stiffer it started to slip inside, a little at a time, I was helping him work it up into me by swaying my hips too and fro, gradually it moved deeper into me and I could feel a sort of light aching which soon went again once I had been stretched further inside, but all that I could do with the substitutes like the vibrator in moving my rectal muscles and squeezing - I could not, because his bulk was so absolutely tight inside me.

I yelled and he asked me if it was alright, no way was I going to complain even though it did hurt for a while as he piled it into me, I felt like I was being split but I gritted my teeth and started to enjoy the fuck as he worked it fully up inside.

"I don't have a condom is that okay, Alex?" Daniel said pausing a while, me feeling his deep strong throb inside me. The last thing I wanted then, deep in the thrill of his fuck, was for him to take it out and put on a condom, I felt I wanted to feel flesh against flesh you see and not hindered by a sheath of rubber.

I said it was fine and he slapped my ass profoundly and got on with the fucking whi9ch I enjoyed very much because a sort of numbness had set in to dispel the first fuck pangs and so it felt alright.

I felt his weight pushing and pushing, my head touching the bottom of the bath, he had me at his mercy and I realised I enjoyed that, It was all part of the belonging syndrome.

We both indulged for a good ten minutes, Daniel occasionally stopping to take a breather and it was heavenly to feel its constant throb inside.

When he breathed was it alright to cum inside me I knew his fuck would soon be done and my bi-sexual curiously satisfied.

I said I wanted that and do you know? He gave me the most wonderfully stimulating firm and rapid masturbation aver as he really went to town and fucked me hard and roughly, soon I was there with him, I felt my cum squirt into his hand and the feeling of that and being fucked at the same time was absolutely fantastic.

He grunted, wiped my cream over his face as we both ended up sprawled and breathless on the bathroom floor.

And that was just the first glorious time with Daniel with lots more to come... 



Daniel and Alyssa Ch. 01



I slipped the business cards of the day out of my pocket and fingered through them searching for the first point of contact I was to meet that day. He was the Owner/Operator of the moving company I'd called for an estimate. I had just moved into a foreclosure just outside of Savannah and needed to get a significant amount of work done, and today was the day to move everything out - all of my belongings from home and the remaining items from the sale. The house was a gorgeous victorian with a few pieces of Queen Anne furniture still gathering dust and goodness knows what else in the dining and living rooms. I was standing in a doorway off the hall, tapping the frame and venting to a friend on the phone about my harrowing trip from Houston to the east coast when the doorbell rang.

"Good morning. Daniel Trimble," shot out at me along with a right hand. His left was holding his tool kit. His eyes brightened immediately when he glanced at my face before resuming what seemed to be his preliminary scan of the house.

"Good morning," I said with a smile. I shoved a box out of the path of the door with my foot and tossed my head to clear my vision of my dark, curly hair. "Thanks for coming on time. Alyssa Sutton." I gave his large hand a shake.

"Of course. No problem. Quite a grip..." He'd stopped looking at the house and stood still as I turned to answer his implied query.

"Uh, my father was a retired marine. My brother and I were treated pretty equally with regard to gruffness." I looked up at him with a dimpled smirk and was struck by his impressive frame. He was tall - maybe 6'2 or 3, with broad shoulders and gently muscled arms. His skin was an effortless brown, stretching from his collar, sleeves and shorts, and his eyes, a shade or two lighter than his skin, were boring into my own set of gray irises. It was a little intimidating having someone look at me so intently, and I silently thanked God for my phone ringing and saving me from his stare a moment later.

"The movers should be there soon, sweetheart," came my contractor's sing-song southern charm from my earpiece.

"The owner's here. We're waiting on his crew, I guess." I looked around and thought I caught Daniel staring at me. I gave him an inquisitive expression, and he nodded at me. "He said yeah, we're just waiting for them. I'm all set. Will you be here later?" My contractor had a crush on me, and I only slightly indulged his flirtations because I needed someone with a personal interest in this project to oversee it.

"No, not today, babe. I'm sorry. I'll be there later this week. They'll take good care of you. I promise. I've already told them what you want, but I know you'll tear 'em a new asshole if they cross you. I'm a phone call away if you need anything."

"Thank you. I appreciate it," and I was alone with Daniel again.

He had been propped against a door frame while I'd been on the phone, and once I'd hung up, he asked if everything was alright. When I responded in the affirmative, he proceeded with business. "So, during the survey, we discussed everything going into storage. Is this the same 'everything' I saw that day?"

I chuckled. "Yes, there's not more today than there was last week. This is the same 'everything'. I'm hoping to start pulling up these old boards tomorrow so that new flooring can go down."

"Okay. The guys should be here soon with the truck, and we'll get it all out by this afternoon."

I gave him a few words of warning about avoiding damage, and repeated the speech when his crew arrived with the truck. I could've sworn he was staring at my lips as I spoke. Mine are a deep pink and "kiss-shaped", as my mother always said, and I noticed his were shapely and always being worked over with his teeth when he was thinking. They worked quickly, and didn't stop for breaks or chatter. Then came the "Oh, shit!" from the living room. I sped through the hallway from the kitchen and held my cheeks in disbelief when I arrived in the living room to find that one of the movers had broken the leg off of an antique footstool that happened to belong to me instead of the previous owner. It was very fragile, and he kicked, then stepped on it because he wasn't looking, nor had he moved it out of the walkway or packed it. I lost it.

"What in the absolute FUCK were you thinking?! That's an antique! Why didn't you move it before picking up the chair it was sitting in front of? What variety of idiot are you?" I felt like smacking the shit out of him. My fingers had gathered into fists at my sides. My sweat-slick amber arms were tensing in stark contrast to my happy swing blouse, and my stance was probably suggestive of a puma about to pounce. All had fallen still in the room while I screamed over the mover who was arguing that the leg wasn't actually broken while he held splinters in his hands. I didn't really notice that the other movers had halted amidst wrapping and lifting and grown wide-eyed at my temper until I felt Daniel's hand under my arm, pulling me from the room.

His tone was quieter than before, but his sternness was apparent. "You broke the leg off. You know you broke the leg off. Apologize for breaking it and upsetting her, and I'll get it taken care of. When we're done today, come see me." I was jarred by the flatness in his voice, and found myself stifled.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to break it. I apologize for upsetting you on your move day," was the obligatory, but not insincere apology. It felt more like shame than regret, but I took it just the same.

Daniel loosened his grip but didn't let go and ushered me into a bedroom. "Are you okay?" His forehead was wrinkled in concern, and his voice was low and velveteen. "I thought you were going to slap my guy. I didn't mean to grab you, but I figured I should step in so you could calm down. Are you okay?" He asked again.

"Yeah," I said with a nod, and I was almost yelling as I moved to the door of the room, tapped out a pattern of anger on the frame and fussed about how fragile that footstool was and that he should have moved it out of the way. Admittedly, I wanted the guy to know I was still upset, and didn't bother monitoring my volume.

"I understand. It was his fault. I'll get it fixed for you. It never should have happened. The truck is nearly full. We're going to take the first load over, and we'll be back for the last few items. Here's my card with my personal cell phone number on the back. I'm going to take the footstool to an antique restoration company that can do the job, and I'll give you a call when it's fixed and ready to be delivered. Sound okay?"

"Fine... That's fine."

"Gracious, you've got a little fire in you, huh? I like that," he said with a smirk. He'd been eyeing my legs while he didn't think I was looking since he arrived, but at the moment, he was giving me the same unblinking gaze he'd given me before. I looked out of one of the old single-paned windows in the room. They'd been painted shut for years, and I'd have given anything for a breath of fresh air. I looked back at him and explained that the trip from Houston hadn't exactly gone smoothly, and just finding a contractor for this job was like pulling teeth. Each time he checked the hallway for traffic and busy noise, indicating his crew was working, I snuck peeks at the beads of sweat on his brow and exposed arms and in the shallow of his collarbone. "Yeah, I can tell. That's more than a temper wrapped in that slender little package."

I rolled my eyes at his reference. It was the first time he'd made mention of my body, even if indirectly. I wouldn't have been surprised at a more direct approach since most men aren't exactly discriminating when it comes to looks. I'm pretty average, I figure, at 5'7 and 135 lbs. They weren't really on display that day, but my breasts are usually the center of attention, given that they're 38D's. Still, even his playful flirtation was enough to garner an incredulous look from me.

"There's nothing wrong with a woman saying what she expects. I think that's great. I just think you might need a break to relax. How about a drink sometime? You just moved into town. Let me give you a well-deserved breather."

"I'll give it some consideration," I breathed after a short pause.

Daniel and his crew finished up the move, and I went back to my temporary home at a local hotel to crash. I showered, brushed my teeth, and washed off the bit of makeup I still had on, being careful to place each of the travel sized containers of cleansers and moisturizers in order of use and size, aligning them such that they'd be in a straight line with the labels front-facing. Once I was satisfied, I leaned on the wall of the bathroom and sighed at my exhaustion, tapping my fingers against the almond paint while thinking about the things I'd have to tackle the next day. I grabbed a jar of lotion from the bedside table, wrapped my long, still-damp hair into a bun and all but flopped on my back across the bed on a towel. I scooped out a dollop of thick cream from the lotion jar and spread it across my palm. There was nothing on tv, so rather than turning my head uncomfortably, I watched the light dance across the newly supple skin on my lifted legs. I love scrubbing my tan complexion after a long day and applying oil or lotion for it to soak up. Toes to thighs, I almost soothe myself to sleep as I take my time spreading the scented stuff over my hips and across my pelvis and stomach.

My ringtone wakes me out from my near sleep trance, and I quickly wipe my fingers to answer my phone. A quiet "Hello?" was my heady greeting, indicative of my relaxed state.

"Why, hello, Ms. Sutton. I hope I haven't disturbed you."

I could tell he was grinning on his end of the line and I answered in instant embarrassment. "Hi, Daniel. I was just... getting ready to lay down, and... um... Well, what's the matter? Is something going on with my things?"

"No, not at all. I called to check on you. You seemed really worked up today, and I wanted to make sure you made it back to your room okay. Uh, I also want to assure you that I haven't forgotten about your footstool. I took it by after your move, and it'll be repaired by the end of next week."

"Oh, okay... Well, thank you. I appreciate your taking care of it so quickly," I said as professionally as possible, although I was gazing at my wiggling toes and easing away from the last of my tension thinking about my poor broken antique being taken care of.

"What are you up to? Could we talk for a minute?"

"Uh, sure. I'm just winding down."

"I wanted to remind you that I'd still like to buy you a drink sometime. Don't forget. You never know when you may need to cash in my offer after a stressful day."

The thought of sipping liquor around him gave me a bit of a chill, and I wasn't sure just yet if it was good or bad. "Why are you so interested in de-stressing me? I'm not that wound up." I was playing with the stiff wave of lotion pressed against the sides of the round jar.

"You are. In fact, if I knew you a little better, I might venture to say you're a little uptight and probably a tad OCD. I saw you tapping the door frame today. My cousin used to do the same thing along with a couple of other behaviors. His were in fives, and -"

"I don't have OCD. I was just angry and frustrated, and sometimes I tap my fingers like some people tap their feet."

"I thought you were just fidgety when I met you, but as it turns out, you tap more when you're agitated. Even when you seemed fine, you tapped any time you walked into the hallway where the guys were packing up. What are you worried about?" Suddenly, I felt exposed. Goosebumps raised my skin toward the air, and my nipples scrunched into small mocha colored buttons on the bare canvas of my breasts as I caught a chill. "Alyssa?"

"Yeah, I'm here." I felt vulnerable. I went back to lotioning, rubbing my arms and breasts and wringing my nipples to work out the goosebumps.

"Well, a touch of OCD isn't terrible. You're working on a lot right now. I just think you need a little help relaxing. You should let me come by tomorrow morning. I happened to have taken the day off, and I can bring you some breakfast. It'll be early - around 6:30. What do you say?"

"Well, I get up pretty early anyhow, but I have people coming tomorrow -"

"You can tell them you have to reschedule. You're the client, and you're the one paying. Take a day off."

'Take a day off.' His voice swam in my head, so sure, it almost sounded like an order rather than a suggestion. "O-okay. I suppose that'll be fine." We said our cordial goodbyes and hung up. I willed myself to pull my favorite nightshirt over my head and coaxed it over my breasts and ass, still sticky with lotion that wasn't quite dry. I crawled between the sheets and passed out.

The next morning, a knock came at my door promptly at 6:28 a.m. I almost fell out of bed to answer the door. I had overslept somehow, and I stumbled across the room to spy through the peephole. I opened the door and upon seeing the expression on Daniel's face, immediately remembered that I hadn't bothered to pull on a robe. I was too sleep-deprived to care enough to react as embarrassed as I was, and I simply waved a hand and mumbled, "Sorry. I overslept," as i climbed back in bed and pulled the sheets up over my knees.

"Perfectly alright." A long silence filled the space between us until finally, "Are you in the mood for breakfast? I brought eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, waffles, orange juice and coffee... I wanted to be sure I had you covered."

My eyes were wide with the impression of his effort, and I let out my first giggle for his sake. "No, not now, but thank you. I appreciate the spread. I'm sorry I'm not up and about as usual. I don't know what happened."

"Well, I didn't really expect you to be up and at it. I did tell you to take a day off, after all." For the first time, I noticed that he had on pajama pants and a tee. He stood up and slipped his tee over his head, but left the tank he had on underneath and sat on the end of the bed. "Look, you're still sitting in bed under the covers. If you want to go back to bed for a little bit, that's fine. I could lay down with you and let you get a few more hours of sleep before breakfast."

I hesitated at the thought of him being in my bed after having just met him. We were both adults, and he had to have known what was on my mind since he quickly followed with, "I'll leave you to sleep. I promise. No funny business."

"Okay... Thanks." He slid into bed next to me and started flipping through channels. It had been years since I'd been in bed with a man. My ex and I had broken up a long while back, and I'd forgotten how comforting a man's presence could be. I quickly slipped into slumber and didn't wake until three more hours had passed.

Daniel's arm was wrapped around me, his hand under my side, and his head in my neck. The sensation of his sleeping breath sent signals through my skin that I hadn't felt in ages. I shuddered and inched away from him. He woke when I stirred and pulled my shoulder toward him.

"Feel better?" he asked with a well-meaning smile.

"Yes, actually." I grinned and laid back down. I stretched and looked back at him, returning the warmth in his eyes for as long as I could before closing my eyes in the bliss of my temporarily empty schedule. Then his lips grazed my neck and then my chin and then my lips. Just a few simple kisses were enough to send me into sensory overload after not having touched a man other than to shake a hand or give a hug in a few years. I was gasping for air a his lips traveled across my collarbone. He kneaded my arms and shoulders in his hands, forcing stimulation with just the right pressure. The kisses came slowly, but far from tentative, and his lips parted to savor my skin. I felt myself letting go of my anchors to this world - the one where the sky is blue and I wouldn't dare let him touch me like this.

Moving to lay with his full weight on top of me, he pried my legs apart to make room for his sizable frame. Each time I resisted, he pulled my hands away, and a wrestling match ensued. Struggling beneath him to close my legs and turn away from his kisses went on for what felt like hours as he worked hard to break down my resistance. Reaching beneath my thighs, he managed too often to slip a finger past my panties and into my soaking pussy, causing me to jump at the sensation. A look of excitement washed over him, and embarrassment set in as I shrank at his discovery. He grinned at me, and I couldn't help but think it was partially because he knew I was embarrassed. I felt small and out of control, and he read it as a green light.

He rolled us both over, arms locked around my waist, and pulled me on top of him. I tried sliding off of him, getting up, and simply scooting further down to his thighs, but he had a vice-like grip on my hips, knowing I must've been getting increasingly uncomfortable sitting on his stiffening dick. He watched me squirm and struggle with a disapproving look plastered on my face as he gripped my thighs and ground his hips up into mine. When he finally let me up, the crotch of his pants were soaked, and he was more emboldened than ever to pursue me. His lips were so intent, his hands so large and entreating, that eventually they wore away what little decency I had left, and a moan escaped my throat against my will. He made it clear he had no intention of allowing me to close my legs or give me a reason to open my eyes and come to my senses. His lips, tongue and teeth never left my skin, and as he decided to lay against my right side, his left hand snaked its way around my neck from behind; his right fought to keep my left leg up high up on his waist.

Laying on my right leg and pinning my left against him with his right bicep, he searched confidently for my swollen pussy, and upon finding it, proceeded to shove his fingers in and out. It was a sensation unlike any other man had given me. His breath was warm. His tongue was soft. His lips were like butter on my neck and chin, and here he was, fingering me all the while. His hand was swimming in my fluids, and although I've always been prone to wetness, I could feel my own juices spreading across my right thigh as I listened to the sloppy sound of one and then two fingers slipping easily in and out, accessing his hard earned hole.

Pulling. He was tugging - drawing out my energy as my pelvis began to rock. I was panting and moaning and gasping for air when suddenly an orgasm burst from deep within me. Mouth agape, my eyes popped open in shock to find him gazing at me with a grin, biting his lip and telling me to cum. He kept going, gripping my neck and chin and tilting my head back to kiss my collarbone and suck on my nipples. I couldn't stop. I couldn't believe he'd made me cum, and he was taking a third from me by the time I realized I was panting his name breathlessly, pleading for him to stop.

He didn't stop kissing me, but began working on making the head of his dick fit past the opening he'd just worked over with his large fingers. It was far too big, and he was determined to get it in. Alternating between working with the head of his dick and slipping his fingers in and out, he succeeded in keeping me wet and receptive. When he finally managed to push it in part of the way, I woke from my trance with a start. I hadn't realized it would be so uncomfortable, and I whimpered for him to pull out. He kissed me and told me how badly he wanted me, and grabbed and pulled my ass toward him as he spoke. I was quiet besides whimpering as I winced in pain, but he worked slowly and deliberately, kissing, licking, groping and sucking until he was able to slide his dick all the way in. He let out a groan, tilted his head back and, growled, "Ohhh, YES!"





Daniel and Alyssa Ch. 01



I felt a searing pain and a warming in my pussy, and I knew I couldn't get him to back down. He rocked his hips toward mine, and eventually, my whimpering turned into panting, and my involuntary moaning returned. I couldn't stand to look at him for long. Each time I'd glance at him, it felt like his eyes were devouring me. He was biting his lip, and his gaze was far too enveloping. I thought I might suffocate in his desire. He took everything I gave him - every breath, each nail in his shoulders and back, the bite of my lip, my tugging the sheets, my rhythmic grinding, the furrowing of my brow, and the gasp at his finally forcing my calf between his cheek and shoulder; he drank it all in. And I could feel it all returning to me. He gave. He gave me his very heartbeat and drove it into me with every thrust. He sent it deep beneath my skin with every flick of his tongue. His Energy. Was. Delicious.

He loved making me cum, and he delighted in my ecstasy. I've never seen such a sight. Here was a man who tasted my aura and reveled in the rawness of his creation. He was excited by my sexual being, but in truth, what he saw was a reaction to his pursuit. He took kisses forcefully from my lips, tasting my moans as they burst from my throat. I lost track of how many orgasms I'd had, and could no longer distinguish the dénouement of one and the commencement of another. I was weak and drowning in what lovemaking tales have traditionally called "abandonment" when I noticed a ring on the table. It didn't dawn on me to ask whether or not he was single, and the thought that he might not be almost snapped me back into reality. But perfection came right when I thought I'd pass out, and I heard him say, "I'm gonna give you one more, and then I'll cum."

The pitch of his voice was like a salve, and soon, I was cumming from the playback in my head, from his lulling, confident, reassuring tone, and the notion that he was determined to give me an orgasm because, regardless of my desire or energy, all that mattered was that my cumming was what he wanted. He quickened his strokes and bit my lip as I listened to the wet slap of his balls on my pussy. He pulled out as he came, gripping my neck and chin and kissing me deeply as he groaned and shot his load between us onto my stomach and ribs.

As he calmed and settled, he let my left leg down and pulled his arm from beneath my head. He'd gotten out of bed to clean himself up, and I was dozing off when I felt the chill of a wet cloth on my pussy. I was laying in a puddle, and still he wouldn't let me lay there covered in our own cocktail of lust. He crawled back into bed and smothered me with kisses, sucking my nipples as I drifted off, eliciting disoriented gasps. He reached down to graze my pussy and found it newly slick with arousal, but he could see I was tired and pulled me close.

"I hope what I felt was you letting go of a lot of that stress you were carrying," he said with a well-meaning smile.

'Bastard,' I thought. I barely managed to open my eyes enough to frown at him and mumble, "Is that your ring?" No answer came. He draped my leg across him, and I slept, putting off worrying about the power this man had exerted over me and whether or not he was free to do so.



Daniel and Alyssa Ch. 02



Though I was stark naked, he woke me with kisses to my forehead and cheeks, and as I returned to consciousness, my involuntary grin subsided. I immediately looked over to the table but saw no ring. I could've been delirious, but I didn't want to believe I hadn't seen it. "Daniel, where's the ring?"

"What ring, babe?"

"The ring. The ring that was on the table. Your ring..." I sat up.

"Alyssa," he sighed.

"I KNEW IT! You're married, aren't you?"

"We've been separated for a couple of months now, and I hardly ever wear that thing."

"I can't believe you did this! What am I saying? I just met you. I can't believe I did this!" I was somewhere between confused and furious when I leapt from the bed to fetch my robe.

"Alyssa, calm down! We're getting a divorce, and I liked you from the moment I met you. Just sit down for a minute, and we can-"

"Get out!" I ordered. "This was a mistake. I never should've let you come here. It was my mistake. Just go." I was pacing, feverish with fury and frustration. As soon as he was dressed and gone, I bolted the lock on the door and slid to the floor in tears. How in the world did this happen? I'm never this careless with guys. Had it really been so long since my last romantic interaction with a guy that my guard had completely dissipated? Breakfast had long since gotten cold, but I snagged a strip of bacon and nibbled on it while checking my messages and telling myself that this encounter had all been a fluke.

The rest of the week was a blur. I reprimanded so many workers, I was beginning to confuse the people who'd pissed me off with the people who hadn't. I buried myself in phone calls and emails and barely ate, but the memory of that morning with Daniel kept finding me in my sleep. I'd pass out half dressed across my made hotel bed having only managed to remove my shoes and shorts while crossing the room. I woke, night after night, with a fierce grip on my pillows, an aching moan on my lips, and yet another soaked pair of underwear. The dreams were either re-enactments of the morning with him or visions of Daniel somehow walking into my room and slipping his fingers into my pussy while I slept. I felt like I was going insane.

By the following Monday evening, I was a frazzled mess. I just needed to swing by the house to drop off more supplies from the hardware store and lock up. I set everything down in the hallway and started on a quick walk-through. I stopped in the living room and pulled out my flask before dropping my purse to the floor. After about half my supply of vodka had been consumed, I almost didn't hear him come in the creaking back door. It was Daniel, only partly illuminated in the glow from the light in the living room that was spilling down the hallway.

"Hi, Alyssa..." He was holding my footstool. "I picked up your footstool today. They called and said they finished the repair early." I felt as though I should've had a smart remark at the ready or even an eye roll, considering the mood I was in, but the vodka had numbed everything that didn't feel like exhaustion. "Where would you like me to sit it?"

"Anywhere's fine."

"Are you okay?" Daniel asked, setting the piece down in the corner of the living room closest to him. His eyes never left me, and he crossed in front of me tentatively with his palms held out as though I might teeter over. "Alyssa, you should head to your room and rest."

Hearing him mention my hotel room suddenly yanked me from the haze and into the clear and present moment. "I don't need to rest. What I need is for everyone to do what I ask - what I'm paying for! Nothing more, and nothing less. I don't need people treating me like I'm such an uptight bitch!" The stress of working on the house was getting to me, and I had managed to throw Daniel in with the rest for his working on me.

"I'm sorry," he said, as he caught the fingers of my left hand in those of his right. I had been tapping a furious cadence against the steel flask for so long that the tone had changed to match the growing hollow inside. "Clearly, you've had a hard week, and I'm sorry if you felt I insulted you or made you feel as though I'd taken advantage of you." My eyes were glazed, and tears were beginning to perch on my lower lids. "I apologize for not telling you I'm not exactly single, but I rarely talk to my wife. I keep the ring in my pocket for when I run into her family. We're trying to be discreet while we work out a timeline for divorce." I peered at him in skepticism over the tears I refused to let fall. "I saw you, and the more I talked to you, the more I wanted to get to know you. I didn't think things would've gone that far that quickly, but once I kissed you, I could tell you needed it. I don't think I've ever seen a woman enjoy herself quite like you did that day."

A reminiscent smile appeared on his face, and suddenly, I was shifting in embarrassment. I turned to grab my purse and go, but he grabbed my elbow and pulled me into him. "Tell me that you didn't need it. Tell me I didn't see what I know I saw," he dared. 

"Daniel, please-" But he'd already begun drawing my dark curls from my face and neck to kiss me. My breathing was heavy, audible. From behind me, his left hand found its way across my collar to my right shoulder. His right grasped at my right breast and pressed against my ribs, waist and stomach before reaching between my skin and the waist of my jeans which had become a bit loose in the previous week of meal-skipping. His fingers found my clit swollen, and my already floating perception gave way to what felt like delirium. I let my head fall against his shoulder and leaned against his chest as he rubbed slowly and deliberately.

It was when he wriggled his way down to the hole he'd made slippery that I nearly toppled over. His grip on my shoulder tightened and pressed my back into his chest and my ass into the hardening swell in his pants. He slipped his fingers up and down between my pussy lips massaging me to weakness, and when I was moaning so loudly my voice filled the house and I couldn't bare to stand any longer, he pulled his hand from my jeans and quickly undressed me. His hands knew the way and fumbled nowhere, but made quick work of the buttons on my shirt, the zipper on my jeans, and the clasps on my bra. He'd placed my hands on his shoulders to steady me as he slid my jeans over my ass and ran his tongue down and back up the line between the lips of my swollen pussy through the thin cotton of my blue striped bikini panty. His breath was hot through the fabric, and my head spun from the sensation. He nibbled his way down my thighs as he slid them down and had me step out of the pile of clothing on the floor.

He stood a little too quickly for me to keep my balance, and his large hands caught me as easily as mine would a small child. He turned me toward the wall, and just when my nipples met the cool of the wall, he slipped a finger into me. Again, my head fell back against his shoulder while he spread my wetness and slipped his finger in and out of the warmth of my pussy.

I could feel the building of a lovely orgasm when he very quickly transitioned and began rubbing the head of his dick against my slick hole. "Alyssa, I know you need this, and I hate seeing you so stressed." He was pressing his way in. "So, for as long as you want-" the depth of his voice felt like it was seeping into my ear and resonating straight down to my belly, "I'm going to make you cum every time I see you. I just want you to relax, babe..."

He finally found his way in, and it was no less painful than before. My lips had already parted to make way for the panting and the moans, but now my brow instantly furrowed as if to take the brunt of the pain. On tiptoe I went out of instinct. He was a little too tall for me, and a tear was bound to develop if I didn't get higher. I felt like I was climbing the wall. Daniel's fingers dug into my left hip, tilting my ass up toward him and deepening the arch in my back. He reached around to rub my clit with his right hand, and as he rhythmically rocked into me (seemingly as slowly as possible), I came. I came hard, and I was suddenly overcome by my appetite for more.

"Good girl," he cooed and squeezed my right nipple between the fingers he'd happily coated in my fluids. "You want to cum again?" I couldn't manage to get anything out but moans. He was still stroking, and I was biting the shit out of my lip trying desperately not to sound like a complete whore. "Baby, if you want to cum again, you're going to have to tell me. Now, say what you want, and I'll give it to you." I was aching with need. I couldn't shake the sensation of the first orgasm, but I was too busy struggling for a second to answer. I had begun trying to push against him, but it felt like he was deliberately thwarting my attempts to get him to fuck me faster or harder. Then, it dawned on me that he was slowing down.

Panic spread, and it burst from my mouth before I could think about how it would sound: "I need you to make me cum! Pleeease, make me cum!" I was pleading. He'd done it - made me ask for it like a slut. At least whores got paid to ask for sex, but I may as well have been his slave, getting paid in pleasure.

"There you go." He spread his left palm and gripping tighter to virtually make a handhold of my hip. I cried out and shut my eyes but had to open them almost immediately when the dizziness reminded me that I was too tipsy to keep them shut, and when he drove the length of his dick into me, I realized he'd been kind to work me over so well with his fingers and to take his time with me. The vodka was helping, but clearly he'd been considerate for my first orgasm and last week, too, for that matter. I could feel the variation in thickness and was overwhelmingly thankful that he hadn't just shoved his dick in to the hilt.

"Alyssa... Alyssa... Calm down," came his soothing lull. Suddenly, I could hear myself near hyperventilation, panting and wincing and whimpering as I shook. "Don't tense up. Just relax, and I promise I'll make it feel better."

He stuck to small strokes, never giving me enough room to be relieved and started rubbing my lower back with his right hand, although his left was still clasped like a vice around my hip. Kisses met my neck and shoulder, and my whimpering finally tapered off. Then, I gave him what he had been listening for, "Mmmm, yessss..." It trailed off in a hiss that apparently turned us both on because he quickened his pace a bit and smacked my ass.

By this time, I was out of my mind with vodka-tinted lust, and I begged him shamelessly to keep fucking me. He pumped my pussy so masterfully, and soon he was demanding that I cum for him. I did as I was told, and he praised me. "You're such a sweet girl! My baby came on my dick! I bet you feel better." I had no answer. Hell, I barely had a voice - I'd been screaming so loudly, and he was still stroking my pussy, reaching around to rub my clit and squeeze my thigh. And he was in my ear as he instructed, "Look down, babe. You're leaking on the floor..."

My sex-drunk eyes met the floor and widened in unexpected shame at the sight of the droplets sprinkled across the floor beneath us. Then, I felt his balls start to slap my pussy lips sending a shower of warm cum to the newly laid hardwood. "Mm..Mm..Mm.." Came the sound of my muffled pleasure through my raw lip, nearly numb from the biting. My mouth fell open when he slapped my ass and grabbed a fistful of my curls, and when his pulling me back up exposed my nipples just enough to brush the wall, I sang out his name in desperation, "Daniel!"

"Yes, baby? Tell me. Tell me what you're going to do on my dick, baby..." Why did he sound so calm?

"I'm gonna fucking cum!"

"Go ahead and cum for me, then. I'll cum with you."

I couldn't keep myself from writhing. I was practically beating a hole into the wall with my fist, thinking of his voice and what must have been a proud and handsome expression. It wasn't until I had already started cumming that I realized he hadn't pulled out. I was too constrained to protest and too consumed by my climax to care. My large breasts tapping together, my nipples lightly brushing the cool wall, my chin pointing, my back arching, and the walls of my pussy convulsing as it sucked loudly at his wonderful cum-covered dick, were all part of a wildly indulgent fantasy I was surely bound to wake from soon, but he fucked me for several minutes through his orgasm and brought me to another before pulling out, his dick still stiff. When my knees gave out, he caught me and sat me sideways between his legs on the floor, my legs draped over one of his knees. Our mingling pleasure was seeping out of me and making it's way down my ass to the floor.

"Feel good, babe?" Daniel whispered to me. He was kissing my forehead and pulling my knees apart.

"Thank you," I nodded beneath his chin.

"My pleasure." He tucked my head into his neck, leaned against the wall, and held me until we both drifted off.



Daniel and Alyssa Ch. 03



I woke with a start. Fingers grazing my collarbone and lips pressing against my forehead, I woke to find his eyes chasing the curve of my cheeks. "What time is it, Daniel? We have to go."

"I don't think I can move. I think my leg has fallen asleep. Help me up, will you?"

I laughed and stood, then helped him to his feet. He looked a little wobbly, but still as tall as ever. I asked if the feeling had come back and came closer when he reached for me, but he didn't answer. He grabbed my jaw and pulled my face to his, kissing me deeply and sucking softly on my lip. I tried pulling back. I thought that if I stepped back, he'd look at the time, and we would get dressed and go. But he wouldn't let my mouth leave his. He grabbed a handful of my ass in each hand, and a moan I couldn't stop gave him the credit he wanted.

I yanked my head away and asked, "Shouldn't we be going? Both of us have a long day tomorrow." For the moment, it seemed I had forgotten my anger and lost the motivation to ask him what the hell was happening between us.

"I don't feel like going right now. Do you?"

"Daniel, we couldn't have finished more than 20 minutes ago. We weren't asleep that long, were we?" He was kissing my neck. "Again?"

"Spread your legs," he said. Calmly. Authoritatively. I did as he asked, and he ran his fingers up my thighs to my slit where he found the remainder of our mixture and slipped his finger in my pussy. "Your pussy's piping hot, babe. I don't think you're ready to go." I could feel his fingertip wriggling about, stirring up every feeling I didn't think I should have. He was shoving it in and out with increasing speed, and suddenly my head was tilting, my knees were buckling, and my breath was shallow. "Can you hear your pussy sucking at my finger? You need to cum before I can go." My ears were filled with the sloppy sounds of his finger in my hole, and I was dazed thinking about how quickly he'd made me speechless.

I was swaying, rocking against his arm - the only think keeping me upright. He held onto me, while I sent my nails into his shoulder, and then, "Cum for me. I know you need it. I can feel it." Before I could let out a breath, he kissed me and managed to pump my pussy for what felt like every drop of cum it could produce. I was dying to turn my head and scream, but he pressed his tongue onto mine and devoured every note of my release. He pulled his hand from between my legs and caught me in his arms when I became weak. I was hoping he'd let me rest for a moment, but the best I got was a soft command to turn over as he laid me on the cool floor. I was thankful for the relief. I was terribly hot, and I lay there on the edge of a daydream when I felt him straddling my thighs.

"Alyssa..." came his sweetest call for my attention.

"Hmm?" was my drowsy response.

"I'm gonna make you cum, baby, but you have to wait for me to tell you when, okay?"

"Why?" I was instantly embarrassed. I sounded like a spoiled child. He slipped a couple of fingers up and down along my pussy lips, then sent them past my lips to pinch and massage my clit. "Ohhh!" My head jerked up, and I was no longer anywhere near drowsy.

"Just do what I ask, and I promise you'll feel great when we're done." His voice was always so smooth in its tone and so stern in its purpose. I trusted him enough to try not to cum. His fingers swam. He was playing in my juices, growing excited at the sight of making me so desperately wet. He dipped his fingers in and out, slipped them down to my clit, squeezed my lips between them and dipped them again. I was losing my mind. Every now and again, he'd squeeze my ass with his free hand, gripping at one cheek at a time to get a better view of his messy playground between my thighs. "Mmm... My goodness! I wish you could see how pretty your pussy is when she wants me this badly." I was already moaning loudly to keep the building energy at bay. "Your lips are fat and juicy, and you look like you could take me a little more comfortably. Ready?"

"YES! Pleeeaaase, fuck me!" I felt like I was going to spontaneously combust! I was hot and cold all at once, and I could hardly contain myself. Daniel pulled his fingers out and slipped the head of his dick in, scooting forward to prep for pushing all the way into me, but before he could get into position, I was rocking back and forth against the length of him, struggling to get him to fill my pussy with his spectacular dick. I wanted to cum so badly. He spanked my ass hard, though, and the jolt of pain stopped me from trying.

"Don't fuck me. I'll fuck you. Understand?" His voice cut through my madness, and I calmed enough for him to thrust his shoulders back, grip my ass, and start stuffing his thick dick into my hole. "When your pussy's hungry, I'll feed her. She's been wanting this for awhile, so you're going to let me fuck your pussy whenever I think she needs it until you can't cum anymore. Understand?"

I was in shock... I would've said anything I had to to stop him if I wasn't so incredibly turned on. "Yessss..." was my answer amid long, full strokes. His work was producing the most delicious, sopping wet noises between us from his pulling out to the head of his dick and slipping his fat shaft along the pool between my thighs back into my pulsing canal. I was aching to cum and had resorted to biting my lip to stifle the urge as I tapped the palm of my stiffening right hand against the plank in front of my face.

"That's my good girl. I knew you'd like that, and I know you want to cum... Go ahead and cum on my dick."

I let out a deep groan, and as it built, he gripped my ass and started shoving his dick in to the hilt, pressing against my cervix and sending me up onto my hands to cry out in ecstasy. His lips and tongue on my neck, and I nearly fainted. I was exhausted and hyper-sensitive, letting out a shockingly loud moan given the level of sensation, and I was shaking as I took his continued, but slower strokes. His hands felt like they were everywhere at all the right times - rubbing my back, squeezing my ass, gripping my waist. His passion was unlike anything I'd felt with anyone else.

"I'm gonna cum, babe." It broke my trance, and I was excited for his climax. He held onto my shoulders and drove his dick into me headlong until all I could feel were back shots, his fingers in my skin, and the puddle underneath me each time my hips lifted a bit. I felt my own tension building thinking of him pumping my pussy and filling it with his own orgasm. His dick was so fucking hard, and it felt like a hot steel rod was being shoved into me. I started smacking the floor with my hand and forearm as the tension grew and the sensation of his dick slipping in and out of my pussy became too much.

"You're gonna make my pussy cum, Daniel! Fuck!"

"Cum then, baby. Cum with me." How was his voice so steady? He always seemed so in control, and I couldn't hold it any longer. I came. So did he. He stroked until he had given me every last drop. Then, he pulled out and laid on the floor next to me, smiling. His effortlessly brown skin was speckled with the dew of his perspiration, and he wiped mine from my brow along with a few curls of my hair. I smiled a sex-drunk smile and asked if he meant what he'd said about his intention to fuck me at his own will. 

"I don't see why I shouldn't give you what you want just because you didn't know you wanted it," he said with a smirk. "Alyssa, you're more responsive and passionate than any woman I've ever been with. Your body tells me pretty clearly what you need, so yes, if you've got no real objections, I'm going to take care of your golden skin, your jet black hair, and your hot, faucet of a pussy as often as I think you need it." He chuckled, but he was grabbing my thigh as staring at my ass as he spoke.

I mulled it over and caught a chill at the thought of a man knowing my body so well - better than I knew it, in fact. "Come stay the night. We can get breakfast in the morning."

"I wish I could, babe. My wife's at home probably letting my daughter stay up to wait for me."

And just that quickly, reality came rushing back to me from across my sweat covered floors. Did he just say 'at home'?



Daniel and Alyssa Ch. 04



I let him kiss me. He smiled at me, and I half-smiled back. I let him walk out of my house with my self-restraint in his back pocket. Over the next few weeks, there wasn't a day that passed that didn't find us together, making quite a mess of one another. Delight lit my eyes when I'd greet him at my door each morning, excitement for a repeat at lunch, and sweet pity for his aches after work. He'd kiss me as though he needed it to breathe, and his hands groped until he worked my breathlessness into an aching moan. It never got old. No matter where we were, whether I was bent over or riding him, or on my back or side, it was always the chase that ensnared me. His pursuit made me succumb without fail.

He was never frustrated or too impatient to work me up. Rather, he enjoyed watching my smile of anticipation slowly morph into the wide-eyed gaze of unsteady quarry and then the desperate frown of a woman focused on keeping herself contained. He'd often turn off playing music or the nearby television, tell me he wants to "listen to me", and groan in approval when the breath I've been restraining builds into a cry of ecstasy. Every day, a few times a day, I was being worked over. I couldn't keep clean panties. Daniel peeked in my hamper a few times a week, looking over my collection of laundry and grinning each time he'd notice a couple extra pairs since the last pair he'd personally removed.

The thought of his lips on my skin and his fingers stuffing my hot, swollen pussy kept my slit too wet to keep from changing constantly. Every time I tried pulling his hands away, my own hands were popped or my ass was smacked - hard enough to be a punishment. It startled me. He'd tear his lips from mine and offer me a warm reminder, "Alyssa, move your hands, baby. Do you want me to stop?" I'd shake my head and bite my lip trying to fight the orgasm he was working on. He made me absolutely drunk with passion, and I sat up at night wondering how anyone could ever make me feel so incredibly good. I wondered why he wasn't mine as much as I was his, and I was reminded of his marriage.

"Good afternoon, Alyssa," came his voice from my earbuds one afternoon.

"Good afternoon, Daniel," I said with a smile and an imagined curtsy.

"I thought maybe we'd go on a little getaway soon."

I was silent as every question that mattered raced through my head and burned on my tongue. I had asked him in the weeks past what his intentions were, and though he'd told me he wanted to pursue a relationship with me and finalize his divorce, I never believed him. I was reasonably skeptical, and I couldn't help wondering what he'd tell his wife and daughter about his disappearing for a few days.

"How do you propose we go away together? You have a family, remember?"

"My wife and I have an understanding about my daughter, and I don't plan on telling her anything other than that I will be out of town."

"So I'm just supposed to take off with you for a long weekend? And then what?"

"Actually, I was thinking it'd be more like two weeks..."

I was astounded at the suggestion and couldn't manage a single word.

"Alyssa, I'd like you to take a break and relax. I want you to drop everything you have going on with the move and the renovation and come with me. Let me help you unwind. We can get away and clear our minds together."

"I don't know that that's a good idea."

"I'm suggesting it, and I'm the only one with holdups, right?"

"I guess. Where would we go?"

"I was thinking Fiji might be nice."

"Fiji... FIJI?! You mean Fiji, Fiji?"

He laughed at my excitement, "YES, Fiji, Fiji! How 'bout it?"

"I'll think about it." I was trying my best to maintain my self-control, knowing I'd already shown my hand.

"Well, while you're thinking about it, why don't you open your door?"

"I don't know if I should do that either," I giggled.

"I strongly suggest you allow me access. I've been thinking about tasting you since I woke this morning, and now I'm convinced you're what I should have for lunch."

I fell silent.

"Alyssa? Baby?"

"Y-yeah... I'm here."

"Let me in, babe. I need to suck on your sweet pussy, and today, you're going to let me."

My lips were slippery with arousal, and the lace of the boy shorts I'd put on that morning was tickling me. By the time I arrived at the door, I was grinning from the intolerable tickling sensation. Daniel was faithful in his approach. He knew I was already aroused, but delayed slipping his hands past my waistline just to slowly torture me. He wanted me to want it, and it always worked. He squeezed my nipples through my shirt, somehow pinpointing them on the first try, even when I had a padded bra on.

That day, I had nothing more than a t-shirt floating over my breasts. They were heavy, and he'd arrived just before I'd put on a tank top. He lifted my tee with his fingers, grazing my golden tan skin as he went, and found my left nipple with his warm tongue and lips. I was fine until he started flitting the tip of his tongue across the surface of the very tip of my nipple. The sensation was so delicious, I started running from him, but he caught my wrists in his hand before I could move and tossed them about his neck. I held on tight and let my head roll back as he ran his fingers from sternum to pubis.

Suddenly, he filled his left fist with my hair, pulling my long, dark curls toward the floor and with his right, reached past my pajamas and lace panties and grabbed at my pussy, palming and massaging it, squeezing my lips between his fingers and palm. He patted it gently, and shoved his finger in to make me cum. Daniel had done this so many times, I was second nature to him. Once I'd filled his palm with my own fluid, he knelt down and parted my lips and licked and sucked my clit so sweetly I thought I'd pass out. I just wanted to lay down. My every muscle was tense, and my thighs were shaking.

He looked up at me, licked his lips and said, "You taste like water. Sweet water. The kind people used to make with cane sugar." He was serious. He was kneeling between my thighs and comparing my taste to an old southern glass of sugar water. I would've laughed if I could've managed to think straight. I couldn't speak, but only shifted my hips backward before he spanked my thigh.

"Don't pull away, baby. Let's go lay down, so I can do what I want to you." He stood up and backed me down from the door of my hotel room to the bed. When I stumbled backward and sat, he immediately lifted my legs over his shoulders and pressed my knees up forcefully. His tongue pressed against my clit, ran down between my lips, and shot in and out of my pussy as he sucked diligently on my secreting hole. No matter how I squirmed, I was spanked and told to keep still, and he made me cum more times than I could count before he let my legs fall and came up to meet my mouth with my wetness on his lips.

He didn't hesitate, but slipped the head of his dick into my dripping pussy and watched me lose my shit with a grin on his handsome face. He loved watching me come to tears on his hard, relentless dick, pleased in knowing he could make me cum whenever he wanted. He stroked slowly and looked down frequently to admire the generous coating of pussy juice on his dick as he pulled out to his tip. He held my head in his hands and told me to look at him as I came, and he pierced me with his intensity and pumped my pussy harder and deeper for an orgasm I couldn't stop.

Oh, how he loved owning my pussy, knowing that he'd earned every nail in his back and every cry of joy. He relished that I relied on him to use me in such a way that my pussy would drip, and my heart would pound. It's something I couldn't get from anyone else. He knew I was his possession. Since the very first time, he had laid claim to my hole, and pleasing me was a sport for his ego. How could I avoid addiction to a man whose sole goal wasn't to get off, but to be the cause of MY orgasms - as many as he could give me at a time. He was pounding the shit out of my cervix a few times daily as it was. What was I going to do for two weeks in Fiji with a man that's capable of fucking me to insanity?