2 comments/ 6286 views/ 0 favorites Missed You By: mehiali "Erin, I have to go -- my doorbell just rang." The blathering on the other end of the phone continued, and Lisa shook her head, aware Erin could not see her. Lisa peered through the peephole and her eyes widened. "No, really, I am hanging up now, it looks like it's the mailman and he's holding up something that looks like I have to sign for it. Gotta go!" Lisa clicked the off button and set the phone down, turning the ringer off as she did, and opened the door. Jason was propping the screen door open with his body, and it was his turn to have widened eyes as Lisa pulled the door open. "I didn't know if you'd be home. Can I come in?" Lisa stepped back to allow him entrance, and once inside, she closed the door and locked it behind him. "It's a little cold outside." Jason was aware he was rambling slightly, but the sight of Lisa -- even in a worn t-shirt and ragged jeans -- made him catch his breath. Lisa grabbed his hand and led him to the couch, where she pushed him down gently. "I can think of ways to warm you up" she said, then moved to straddle him. She was right -- her body heat assaulted his senses, and his skin tingled with a feeling other than cold. She carefully cupped his face in her hands; then lowered her head to claim his lips for a kiss. Her legs folded under her and she rested her bottom in his lap, trapping his hips between her thighs. Jason moved his hands to cup her butt cheeks, one in each hand, as he deepened the kiss. Startled, he pulled away and looked into her eyes. They were smoky and slightly glazed, and he felt his arousal begin. "You're not wearing any underwear." He was very matter of fact, certain he was right. He ran his fingers inside the waistband of the worn jeans and with a slight pressure, began to pop the front buttons loose. Lisa climbed off him, the front of the jeans peeking open slightly, and issued her challenge. "Are you sure? Do you want to check and see if you're right?" There was a teasing tone to her voice, kind of a school yard taunt. Jason leaned forward and with a sharp pull, the rest of the buttons came through the soft denim and he slipped the jeans down her very shapely legs. She stepped out of them as they pooled at her feet. Jason rested his hands on her thighs and looked up at her. "Yep, you are definitely not wearing any underwear." Daring, he reached forward with one finger and touched the smooth cleft between her legs. He expected it to be warm and possibly moist, and was unprepared for the ease with which his finger slid between her hot, wet lips. Lisa pulled him to a standing position, unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts, and slid them and his boxers off. It happened so quickly, Jason could do little else than mindlessly step out of them as she pushed him back onto the couch. His erection sprang free as Lisa resumed her earlier position, climbing on to the couch to trap Jason again between her thighs, as she answered. "Guess what?" She slowly rubbed her body down his and impaled herself on his cock, sinking slowly until he was completely engulfed in her hot, tight pussy, and she could feel his hairs tickling her clit. "Neither are you!" she whispered in his ear, as she started to slowly remove herself, pulling off until only the tip remained nestled at the entrance to her body, then sank down again, allowing him the full feel of her stretching to accommodate him. She leaned forward and began to nibble his ear as she continued the slow, torturous movement. Every so often, on the downslide, she would rotate her hips a little, adding to the tingling already running through Jason's body. Jason turned his head to capture Lisa's lips with his, and cupped her now bare buttocks in his hands. He took over the rhythm, using his hands to raise and settle her on his cock, and imitated the motion obscenely with his tongue in her mouth. Jesus, he thought, I can't take too much more of this as he felt a rush of warmth and suddenly, it was easier to slide in and out of Lisa. He released her mouth and used his to worry her nipples through the fabric of her thin t-shirt, realizing she wasn't wearing a bra, either. Lisa's breathing became erratic and she grasped Jason's shoulders with her hands. The space between their bodies allowed him freedom to increase the speed at which he was thrusting into her, and admire the way her nipples protruded at the wet spots on the t-shirt. He looked at Lisa's face, only to realize she was looking down, where his massive cock was slipping in and out easily. Her eyes had clouded and her voice was husky when she spoke. "I like to watch, Jason. It turns me on even more!" Her words cut off as she caught her breath and began breathing and slightly moaning in a jerky pattern, which became more erratic as Jason freed one hand for a moment to brush her clit, which was now out of the hood completely and throbbing. He felt his own orgasm approach, and used his free arm to crush Lisa to him, splaying his hand across her lower and middle back, still controlling the tempo as he suddenly decreased speed. He pulled all the way out, then slid back in to the base, and used the pad of his thumb to flick her clit. Slowly, slowly, agonizingly, he slid out again, and when she tried to impale herself, he held her firm, not allowing her the pleasure she sought. She moaned as he licked her nipples again, the fabric making them even more sensitive, and she barely heard his words. "Say it." His voice was rough yet gentle, demanding but pleading at the same time. "Say it!" Jason held Lisa's hips and savagely thrust into her, sending her over the edge, and was rewarded with a cacophony of sound and sensations. Her greedy pussy massaged his cock as he buried himself in her, letting her ride out the incredible orgasm, and flooded him with her wetness. At the same time, her whimpering "oh-oh-oh-yes-uh huh-stay deep inside me please!" was all his ears needed to release his own pleasure, and he ground his hips to hers, spurting for what seemed like minutes inside her deep, hot, tight hole. He rested his head between her breasts as they clung to each other, allowing their heart rates time to return to normal, but unwilling to separate. Lisa recovered first, raising her head to meet Jason's eyes with her own. She ground her hips suggestively against his, letting him know he would not be leaving any time soon. They would both need time to recover, but she finally voiced the words he so desperately wanted to hear. "I missed you." Missed You "I'm here." I smile and say I'll be right down to let him in. I hang up the phone, grab my keys, and wonder if it would look desperate if I bounded down the stairs instead of playing it cool and taking the elevator. When I get to the lobby, I see him standing outside the big glass door, bags slung over his shoulders. He notices me and smiles. His deep, bright blue eyes shine a little with that impish smirk that gives me shivers. I walk over and open the door for him; he walks into the lobby, never taking his eyes off me. "Hi," he says, still smirking. "Hi," I say, returning the smirk. We stand there for a second, just looking at each other, smiling. I'm staring into those gorgeous blue eyes and I can't help feeling a little weak in the knees. This is hardly the first time we've been together, but I have butterflies in my stomach. He reaches out, wraps his right arm around my back and pulls me in for a kiss. His right hand rests on the small of my back and his left wanders up my back and into my hair. He's already told me what his hands are likely to do in my hair, and the thought of it now makes my heart race. I lead him to the elevator, which is waiting for us because it's a short building and no one ever goes out. As soon as the doors close, he drops his bags, takes my face in both his hands and kisses me again, this time harder and more passionately, pinning me against the back wall of the elevator. My hands go to his waist and slide up his back. I whimper a little. If only this were a taller building, with a longer elevator ride... The elevator stops at my floor and our passionate foreplay is interrupted. We wander out, and head down the hallway to my apartment. Once inside, he behaves himself, taking in the apartment around him and surveying his surroundings. On some level, I'm sure, he's choosing where in this main room he would like to fuck me if I didn't have a roommate to object to sex in the common space. Bless her heart, that roommate has absented herself for the evening. I lead him to my bedroom, so he can put down his bags, but we both know why we're really there. I had forgotten to put away the clothes I'd discarded this morning in an effort to find the perfect outfit to wear upon his arrival. I start to collect them from the bed while he puts his bags down, leaning over the bed to reach the clothes other side. Suddenly, I feel his hands on my hips, and I hear him moan low behind me. I stop, returning the moan and leaning backwards into him. I can feel his cock getting hard behind his jeans. His left hand slides up my stomach and stops on my breasts, pulling me up against him, while his right hand slides down, between my legs. His hands massage me, slowly and passionately. My hips grind into him, and I can feel him getting harder. My right hand slides down his leg to steady myself as I rub against his growing cock, while my left hand reaches up and rests on his bicep -- the one attached to the hand that's massaging my breasts and teasing my nipples through a thin t-shirt I wore on purpose. I lean my head back against his shoulder, close my eyes, and moan. His mouth is close to my ear, and I can hear him moaning, his breath getting shorter. His lips search for my neck, kissing my face down along the way. He finds his mark, and my own breath gets shorter, my moans get louder. Finally, he spins me around and pushes me back onto the bed. I smile at him, but my smile does nothing to hide the desperation, how badly I want him right now. He smiles back, and while I can see that he wants me too, his is a devilish grin -- he's going to draw this out as long as he can. His hands unbutton my jeans and ease the zipper down. He peels my jeans down, pulling my panties down a little. He's pleased to see that my panties are soaked, and he's barely gotten started yet. He slowly, slowly pulls the panties down my legs, he can't take his eyes off them until he discards them to the side with the jeans. Then he pulls me to the edge of the bed, kneels on the floor, and leans in between my legs. His tongue starts lightly, teasing the sides of my slit with soft, faint licks up and down. Each upward lick ends on my clit, lightly circling it and flicking it, sometimes kissing it and sucking on it for just a second. His licking of my slit gets harder, more passionate -- I think he likes the taste of my wetness, and he loves how wet I'm getting as he's licking me. A couple times, he slips his tongue inside me -- no one's ever done that before, and it makes me writhe with pleasure. Finally, his tongue comes to my clit, licking it, circling it, sucking on it, harder and harder as I get closer and closer to the edge. He slides a finger inside me, then two, searching for my g-spot. He's brought me so close to the brink of ecstasy, it's taking all my willpower to hold still and let him work his magic on my swollen clit and my dripping wet pussy. I can feel the orgasm building, I beg him not to stop. He doesn't -- he licks harder, he sucks harder, his fingers pump in and out of my harder. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" I feel the waves rush through me as I grip the bed with my fingers and toes, arching my back into the orgasm, pushing my pussy into his face -- he doesn't stop licking until the last wave has passed and I fall back to the bed with an exhausted and satisfied sigh. He climbs onto the bed next to me, searching my face for approval. I smile at him as he licks my wetness off his fingers. "I told you I'd make you cum first," he says, his blue eyes sparkling with mischievous satisfaction. I laugh, sighing in the aftermath of my orgasm. I'm starting to regain my strength -- and my desire. "Yes, you did," I say, rolling over to straddle him. "But now it's your turn." I unbutton his shirt and pull him up so I can pull it and his undershirt off. He reaches for my hips, hoping to slide his hands up and pull my shirt off, but I ease back and find the floor, my hands sliding down his chest and stomach, stopping at his jeans. I unbutton and unzip his jeans and pull them down carefully -- his cock is so hard now that it's difficult to navigate the jeans off of it. I grab his stiff member in one hand and his balls in the other; I lick his cock, starting at the base and slowly, slowly sliding up to the head, where I find a drop of pre-cum. I wrap my mouth around the head of his cock and suck once, twice, then I trace it with my tongue. But that's enough for now, there will be time to suck him off later. Right now, I want him inside me. I climb back on top of him, straddling him, and he finally succeeds in pulling my shirt off. I rub my slit along his cock a few times, getting wetter every time he moans. I position myself over his cock and probe my pussy with the head of his stiff member. I have to ease my way down -- his cock is thick, and my pussy is tight. It's an exhilarating combination of pain and pleasure as I slide my tight, wet pussy down his shaft. We both let out a loud moan, that first thrust is always incredible. I raise myself up slowly, enjoying the slow pull of his cock in my pussy; I ease myself back down. It feels so good, I missed it so much. He pushes inside me as I'm easing back down. We pick up the pace as my pussy adjusts itself to the size and hardness of the perfect cock inside it. I lean forward, steadying my body with my hands on either side of his head. His hands are gripping my hips, helping my body with the rhythm as he pumps in and out of me, faster, harder. His right hand slides over my right ass cheek, and I know what's coming. He spanks me. I cry out with pleasure -- it's such a turn on. My reaction emboldens him, and he spanks me again, harder this time. The sting, combined with the divine feeling of his cock pumping in and out of my dripping pussy, is intoxicating. He rolls me over so he's on top. He's pumping faster and harder now. I beg him, "Fuck me, fuck me harder!" He obliges. His hand is at the back of my neck, and he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls. Again, the sting of it mixes with the growing ecstasy of this perfect cock fucking me, and I cry out, my head being pulled back and his mouth finding my neck. He kisses me hard, bites a little. I'm getting close again. I can feel him getting harder and bigger inside me, and his pumping is getting faster and harder. I'm so close now, I'm moaning and screaming, and I can hear him moaning with me. He wraps his arms around me, pulls me close as he says, "I'm gonna cum!" I can feel his cock throbbing inside me as he releases his cum in my pussy, and it's enough to send me over the edge. We hold each other tight as the waves of this shared orgasm run through us both, as he empties his cock in my warm, tight pussy. Our breathing is heavy and labored, and we lay like this together until our breathing slows and calms. He eases himself up to his arms and looks down at me, smiling and still breathing a little heavy. "I'm all sweaty," he says. I smile, somewhat wickedly. "Shower?" Missed You I swallowed, feeling just a little nervous as I knocked on the door. It opened straight away, and as always I felt the lift in my heart at the expression on Ria's face. "Hi, Tim," she grinned. "Come in." I stepped into the hall, and as the door closed behind me, Ria stretched onto tiptoe to kiss me. "Darling..." she whispered. I wrapped my arms around her. "Missed you." She nodded. "Me too. Do you want something to eat?" "I'm OK, thanks, I had something on the way. You?" "Later," she shrugged. "Something I need you to help me with first, if you don't mind." "Anything," I promised. She raised her eyebrows. "I'll hold you to that." "So what do I have to do?" She held out her hand, and as I took it in mine, she drew me towards the stairs. "Bedroom first." "Really?" I said, smiling. She caught my glance, her eyes dancing. "Not what you think -- well, not straight away, anyway." "OK," I chuckled. "Nothing wrong with a bit of anticipation." We reached the bedroom, and she draped her arms around my neck. "Undress me?" I gave her a puzzled smile. "Thought you said..." She chuckled. "I did -- but we still both need to undress." I reached for the hem of her t-shirt. "You'll not hear any argument from me -- just looking at you is a real treat." Ria smiled softly. "Love you." She lifted her arms above her head to let me slip her t-shirt off, then reached behind her to unhook her bra. I paused for a moment to drink in the sight of her breasts, not over-generous but perfectly shaped, and crowned with neat pink nipples. "Earth to Tim," she teased. "Carry on?" I complied, unzipping her skirt so that it slipped to the floor. She turned her back, looking over her shoulder with a mischievous smile as she slid her panties off, then turned again to face me, standing with one knee slightly bent. "Right -- can you open the drawer by the bed?" I pulled open the drawer, and glanced across at her. "Hmm -- couple of things in here that might be useful." She smiled. "Why would I need those, when I've got you." For a moment her eyes took on a dreamy, faraway look. "Though they were very helpful last night when I had to go to bed without you..." She pulled herself back to the present. "Look a little further back -- the nail clippers." I retrieved the clippers, and Ria sat down on the bed. "OK -- toenails first." She lifted one foot, parting her legs a little, and I couldn't help glancing at her dark triangle and the cleft below it. "Concentrate," she reminded me with a soft smile. "You're very distracting," I pointed out, turning my attention to her nails. Gently, I clipped each one, starting with her little toe, and as my fingers brushed the sole of her foot she squealed. "Hey -- not fair." "Sorry," I chuckled. "Other foot?" She shifted position, and again I trimmed her toenails neatly. "There -- all done." I moved to sit on the bed, and she tilted her face up to accept a kiss. "Thanks, darling. Fingernails now?" I used the clippers carefully on each finger in turn. "Want me to file them?" "Mm-hmm." When her nails were neatly clipped, I kissed her palms, and said, "OK -- what's next?" "Could you cope with cutting my hair?" she asked. "It's a little long at the back." "Sure. How do we not get hair everywhere, though?" Ria smiled. "Easy." She got to her feet, picking up the scissors and walking towards the en-suite, looking back to make sure I was following. "Hmm," she said. "We forgot to take your clothes off." I quickly slipped off my shirt and trousers. "OK?" She shook her head, and moved towards me, sliding one arm around my shoulders and putting her other hand on the front of my boxers. "Everything." I pulled off my boxers, and she chuckled. "Seems you're pleased to see me." She gently wrapped her hand round my erection, then turned again. "Come on." She stepped into the bath, and handed me the scissors. "So trim it as straight as you can, and put the hair in the wastebasket -- if you drop any, it'll just get washed down the plughole in a minute." I started to cut her hair, running my fingers through it to straighten it as I went. "Hmm -- I took a little more off than I meant, is that OK?" "Sure. I know you like my hair a little shorter sometimes, don't you." I nodded. "You can put it in a ponytail -- I can't resist pulling it a little." A brief frisson of pleasure ran through her. "Especially just when I'm..." "Mm," I said, remembering. "Can't wait." I snipped a couple more strands. "There." Ria shook her head experimentally. "Feels good." She reached for the shower head, turning on the water. "Now, I know you'll enjoy the next part." Instead of pulling the shower curtain across as I'd expected, she sat on the edge of the bath and directed the spray across her stomach, then downwards, wetting her mound. As the jet moved lower, she made a low sound of pleasure, parting her legs a little more and tilting the shower head. "Mm," she managed, "I like that. But something we have to do first. Get your shaving foam?" I reached across to pick up the can. "Going to do under your arms?" She shook her head. "I did that yesterday. Spray some foam into your hand..." I filled my palm with foam, and she reached for my fingers, guiding my hand downwards so that it rested on her mound. "Spread it around." I complied, covering the soft fur with the white foam. "You really going to do this?" She shook her head. "You are." "OK," I said, hesitation obvious in my voice. "It'll be fine," she reassured. "Now pick up the razor." I reached for my disposable razor, and drew it with utmost care over an inch or so of skin at the top of her mound. To my surprise, the blade cut through the foam cleanly, leaving a patch of smooth skin. "There," Ria said softly, "that wasn't so bad, was it." I rinsed the blade under the still-running shower, then essayed another stroke. "OK." As I moved downwards, Ria parted her legs completely, the foam washing downwards a little and obscuring my view. I used the razor more and more carefully, using touch to sense where the blade still needed to move. Finally I put the razor down. "Think that's it." She nodded, passing me the shower head, and I directed the spray over the area I'd shaved, the foam sliding in white streaks down her legs and away. "Wow," I said, my eyes following the smoothness all the way from her navel downwards. "Mm," she said. "I like it." She got to her feet. "So, let's have a proper wash -- I think there are a few strands of hair on my back still." I stepped into the bath beside her, pulling the curtain round us and fixing the shower head into its holder. Ria stepped under the stream of water, her hair darkening as it became wet, then reached for the shower gel, squirting it into her palm. She rubbed it into her hair, then let the water wash foam down over her body, her hands sliding over her skin. "Wash my back?" I took the gel, starting to wash her, then slid my fingers down the cleft of her bottom, now slippery with soap. She moved her feet a little apart, and I moved lower, one finger sliding across her pink rosebud. "Ahh," she whispered. "I think that can be part of later..." I wrapped my arms around her, resting one hand on her stomach. "You clean yet?" She nodded, turning in my arms. "Hmm -- still pleased to see me..." I reached to turn off the water, then pulled the shower curtain aside. I stepped out of the bath, and picked up a towel to receive Ria as she followed, wrapping her in its folds. She walked back into the bedroom, towelling her hair, then brushing it. "Pass me that hair bobble?" I passed it across, and she deftly caught her hair into a ponytail. "Just like I promised." She sprawled on her back on the bed. "Look on the dressing table -- the small bottle." I picked up the unlabelled bottle. "What is it?" "Open it, pour some into your palm." I unscrewed the top, and poured out the clear liquid. "Mm -- it smells amazing." She nodded. "Come over here?" I knelt beside her, and again she took my fingers, now slippery with the aromatic oil, guiding them to the place where I'd so recently plied the razor. I began to spread the liquid over her mound, and she moved her legs further apart. "Everywhere," she breathed. I slid my fingers down her mound and round her entrance, then a little further back, smoothing oil over the tender area leading to her other opening. "Hmm," I said as I trailed my fingers forward again, "did I use too much oil? Seems slippier here than I thought..." "Keep exploring," she managed, her voice full of desire. I moved my fingers around seemingly at random, then slipped one fingertip a little way inside her, the scented oil mingling with her own wetness. "Ahh," she breathed again. I used the pad of my thumb softly on her clitoris, and she shifted her hips to part her legs fully. "Taste me?" she begged. I chuckled, lowering my head and running the tip of my tongue over her opening. "Mm -- you're delicious." "Drink," her voice was insistent, and I began to gently lap at her, my finger sliding deeper in, the tip curling to seek her other sensitive spot. She gasped, and I felt her hand on the back of my head, pressing me against her more firmly. My tongue moved more urgently, and she must have pressed her fist against her mouth as her next words were muffled. "Ah -- yes -- Tim -- now..." The muscles of her stomach tensed visibly under her smooth skin, and she cried out as she moved against my mouth, her legs curling round my back to press me almost painfully into her. "Ohhhhhh...." Finally she was spent, and she sprawled back on the bed, her arms above her head, her legs still apart, panting. I moved up to hold her tenderly in my arms. "My love..." Her breathing gradually slowed, and she wrapped her arms around me. "Thank you..." Ria tilted her head to look into my face. "Now, your turn. And I think I know what you want..." She sat up, then turned gracefully so she was on her knees facing away from me. "Need some more of that oil?" "OK." I took the bottle and tipped a little of the oil into the dip at the small of her back. "Brrr," she said, "it's a little chilly." I grinned. "Let me warm you up." I moved closer so that her soft bottom was pressing against me, and dabbled my fingers in the pool of oil, starting to spread it across her bottom and down again into her cleft. My fingers followed, and once more I carefully touched her rear opening. "Ahh..." she breathed, "that really gets me going again." I moved back for a moment, and positioned myself against her still-slippery entrance. "Ready?" "Never more ready," she said, her voice full of hunger. I moved into her, until her bottom was again pressing against me, and wrapped my arms around her body for a few moments. "My love -- thank you." I saw her nod. "Now, darling, take what you've been wanting." I started to move in her, and she tilted her head back. "Don't forget." I reached for her ponytail, wrapping my hand around it and pulling gently but insistently, my other hand roaming over her shoulders, her back, her bottom, sometimes sliding between her legs to touch her clitoris. "Ahh --" she gasped. "If you can hold back just for a little while longer, I'll go again." I slowed, my fingers giving more urgent attention to her clitoris, and I was rewarded with a drawn-out moan of pleasure, feeling her muscles tensing around me. "Now, darling," she managed through her pleasure. I thrust into her more urgently, my hand still grasping her hair, and felt myself finally losing control, filling her with warmth. "Oh, Ria, my love..." Missed You Ch. 02 When I woke, Ria was still asleep in my arms. I shifted position slightly, and she stirred, opening her eyes. "Morning, lover." I smiled, kissing the tip of her nose. "Morning yourself. Sleep OK?" "Never better." Ria pulled gently out of my arms, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I'll get us some breakfast." She reached for her t-shirt. "Don't want to give the neighbours too much of a shock when I go down to the kitchen." I watched as she walked gracefully to the door, then down the stairs. I heard cupboards opening and closing, and the clatter of plates, and a few minutes later she reappeared with a tray. "Croissants and jam all right for you?" "Mm, perfect." She sat down, swinging her legs back onto the bed, and broke a piece off the first croissant, feeding it to me. I took it with my lips, kissing her fingers, and chewed slowly. "Just right." When we'd finished eating, I smiled at her. "So what's on the cards today?" She grinned. "Well, since you pampered me so thoroughly yesterday, I thought it could be your turn." I thought for a moment. "So what pampering do I need? Fingernails?" Ria shook her head. "Yours are just right as they are -- I love it when you just drag them across my skin, not quite scratching." Again I saw a brief frisson of pleasure run through her. "Especially on my breasts, just catching the tips of my nipples when they're hard." "I'll remember," I promised. "So if not my fingernails, what?" "Hair," she decided. "And I think we'll need the razor again." "So am I going to sit in the bath?" I queried. She shook her head again. "Let's go down to the kitchen -- I can just sweep up with the dustpan." We went downstairs, and Ria put a kitchen chair in the middle of the floor. I sat down, and heard her rummaging in a drawer. "Here it is." There was the sound of something being plugged in, then I jumped as something buzzed loudly in my ear. "It's only the clippers, silly," Ria teased. "Going to turn me into a billiard ball?" I asked. She thought for a moment. "Hmm, no. I like your hair short, just a bit fuzzy, but it has to be long enough that I can still tangle my fingers in it when..." Her voice trailed off, and I smiled. "I get it." She switched on the clippers again, and began to run them evenly over my scalp, the hair falling to the floor. "There." She picked up the dustpan and brush, and knelt on the floor to begin sweeping, her t-shirt riding up to give me a clear view of her behind. "Nice view," I commented. "Just looking?" she teased, and I shook my head. I knelt behind her, and cupped her smooth mound in my hand, bending to touch her pink rosebud delicately with my tongue. "Ahh..." she whispered. "That feels good." I continued to tongue her, and gently slipped a finger inside her now-wet entrance, brushing her clitoris with the pad of my thumb. She gasped, and put her palms on the floor, oblivious to the scattered hair. I touched her more insistently, and after a few moments I felt her muscles ripple, a soft moan escaping her lips as I probed a little harder with my tongue. "Mmmmm......." I pulled her toward me, wrapping my arms around her, and buried my face in her hair. "Darling..." Her breathing slowed, and she folded her arms over mine. "Mm -- I like it when we start the day like that." She retrieved the dustpan, and finished sweeping, tipping the gathered hair into the bin. "Now for your next bit of pampering. Let's go back up." I followed her into the en-suite, and she glanced at me. "Now you do sit on the edge of the bath, I think." I complied, and she turned on the shower, directing the spray towards my stomach and reaching for the can of shaving foam, her intent obvious. "Hey," I protested, smiling. "Don't I get a say in this?" Ria shook her head. "If you don't like it, we don't have to do it again." She sprayed foam into her hand, and applied it liberally to me, then picked up the razor. "Anyway, it's a safety razor -- I'm not asking you to let me loose down there with a cutthroat, am I." I leaned across to kiss her. "Darling, I'd trust you." She began to move the razor through the foam, rinsing the blade every so often, and I watched fascinated as she exposed smooth skin. Finally she put down the razor and directed the shower over me again, washing the remaining foam down the plughole. "Wow." "Definitely," I agreed. "Now we shower you," Ria decided, pulling the curtain across and putting the spray head in its holder. She picked up the shower gel and soaped me liberally, then caught my eye, grinning. She stepped closer to me, pressing her breasts against my chest and sliding them up and down so I could feel her hard nipples against my skin. "Good job you don't have a hairy chest, or I'd have to shave that too -- it'd be like shaving a rug!" I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer and kissing her as the water sluiced over both of us. "Love you..." When the soap was washed away, she said almost regretfully, "OK, time to get out." "Don't I need a shave?" I queried. "The usual way, I mean." Ria shook her head. "I like it when you're just a bit scratchy, when you rub your chin against my back, or my bottom, or..." She turned off the water, and stepped from the shower, holding out a towel to me. I quickly dried, and followed her into the bedroom, finding her holding the bottle of scented oil. "You're going to put that on me?" I grinned. "Sure -- there isn't a problem with men smelling nice, is there?" I sat on the bed, and she poured oil into her palms, starting to smooth it over my chest, her fingers brushing my nipples. "Mmm," I said, "nice." She continued downwards, starting to apply the oil to my just-shaved skin, then wrapping her slippery hands around my erection. "This has possibilities," she murmured. She bent, kissing my tip then sliding me between her lips. I felt the velvety inside of her mouth, then her tongue exploring my tip. "Mm, think you're leaking a little... Tastes nice." "I'll do more than leak if you keep on like that," I managed, and I felt her smile. "What I had in mind all along," she said, amusement in her voice. Ria moved her hands more insistently, her tongue now swirling over my tip and round my shaft, and as I'd done the previous day, I grasped her ponytail in my hand. "Yes, darling, go for it." She quickened her movements, making quiet sucking sounds as she slid me in and out of her mouth, and I closed my eyes. "Oh... nearly... there... Mmmmmmm..." I tensed, spurting into her mouth, then again and again. She swallowed once, twice, then moved her head back, parting her lips slightly to let me see, and running her tongue around them. "Mm -- amazing." She swallowed again, then tilted her face up. "Kiss me." Our lips touched, and just for a moment she darted her tongue into my mouth so I caught a hint of the taste she'd just enjoyed so much. After a few moments I broke the kiss. "Darling, that was fantastic. Are you ready for anything else? It might take me a while to recover..." She shook her head. "Let's get dressed -- I'd like to go out." I gave her a puzzled smile, but pulled on clothes. "This do?" "Perfect." I watched as she put on a white lacy bra and matching panties, then a crisp blouse and a soft fawn skirt. "You look very... demure?" I offered. "Exactly what I was aiming for," she chuckled. "Now, let's go." I locked the front door behind us, and she offered me her hand. "It's not far." We walked for a few minutes, and I glanced aside every so often to look at Ria, hardly able to believe that such a beautiful, passionate creature really wanted to be mine. "Here," she pointed, and I glanced up to see a path leading up to a stone-built church, its wooden door open invitingly. I realised that for the last few minutes the bell had been tolling, calling the congregation to the service, and I looked at Ria. "This is what you wanted?" She nodded. "I know I don't show it, but I've always thought there's something, well, beyond us, something higher. Anyway, didn't somebody say that the main problem with not believing in God is that when you're feeling grateful, there's nobody you can thank." She squeezed my hand. "And today I'm feeling particularly grateful." We went through the door, the white-haired vicar nodding at us, and Ria turned towards a set of wooden stairs in one corner. "Nobody ever sits in the balcony," she whispered, "so we can have it to ourselves." The stairs led to a sloping balcony, and I followed Ria to the front row, sitting next to her on a deeply-padded pew. "This is more comfortable than I'd expected." The organ began to play, and we watched as the choir processed down the aisle, taking their places. They started to sing an anthem, and their voices rose into the vaulted ceiling like angels. The vicar began the service, and when the first hymn was over, we sat down again, Ria leaning close into my shoulder. A young woman approached the lectern, and began to read. "While the king was at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance. My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh resting between my breasts. My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi." She sat down again, and I turned to Ria, pretending to fan my face. "I didn't know the Bible had that kind of thing in it -- I thought it was all smiting, and 'Thou shalt not'." She grinned. "Lots of things you don't know." She put her hand behind my head, and drew me gently down towards her. "While you weren't looking, I made good use of that oil we've been enjoying so much." She took a deep breath, her breasts rising towards me, and I caught the distinctive scent of the aromatic oil rising from between them. "Mmm. Did you know that would be today's reading?" Ria shook her head. "But things work together for good..." I kissed her. "True. But I think we'd better pay attention again." "Spoilsport," she teased. "Anyway, I think I can come up with something else to distract you." She took my hand, and slid my fingers inside the waistband of her skirt. "Demure maybe, but still plenty of possibilities." I took her hint, sliding my hand further down till I met the top of her panties, then slipping my fingers inside to caress her smooth mound. "I still can't believe how much I like what you got me to do," I whispered. She shifted, moving her legs apart a little to give me access, and I felt wetness, and the hard nub that was her clitoris, beginning to stroke it with the tip of a finger. She leaned closer into me, her mouth next to my ear, and blew gently so that I shivered. "Don't stop." As I caressed her, her breathing quickened, and both of us became lost in our own world, oblivious to the measured words of the vicar giving his message. Ria's fingers tightened on my arm, and I felt the tip of her tongue explore my ear briefly, then her breath again, now coming in gasps. "I'm... going to..." she managed, then I felt her quiver, the old wooden pew shifting slightly beneath us as she clasped her thighs around my hand, suppressing her moans against my cheek. She looked up at me, her eyes shining. "Something else to be grateful for..." The organ started the last hymn, and I carefully withdrew my hand, letting Ria adjust her skirt before standing to sing. At the end of the hymn, the vicar gave the blessing, and as the organ played again, we slipped down the stairs, nodding to the vicar as we left. "Wow," I said as we reached the end of the path. "Thanks, Ria, for making this such a special day." "Not over yet," she grinned. "Come on, I know where we can go for lunch." Just along the road, by the canal, was an old pub, now a carvery, and we found a table then queued up for our food. "So what would you like to do this afternoon?" I asked Ria as we began to eat. "Scuba diving? Rocket ride?" She smiled softly. "Maybe another time. Today I just want you all to myself, back in our own bed again." We finished our meal, and I glanced at Ria. "Dessert?" She chuckled. "Of course -- but not here." I paid our bill, and we walked back out into the afternoon sunshine, turning back towards the house. I opened the front door, and as it closed behind us, Ria was in my arms, trembling. "Kiss me," she whispered. Our lips met, more tenderly than I could ever remember, and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her gently. "Are you OK, darling?" I whispered. She nodded. "Let's go upstairs, I want you just to hold me for a while." When we reached the bedroom, she quickly undressed and got into bed, leaving the covers open for me. I pulled off my clothes and got in beside her, and she turned onto her side facing away from me, so that I could wrap my arms around her and draw her close to me. After a while I felt her shaking, and I lifted my hand to her cheek feeling wetness. "What's wrong, darling?" She shook her head. "It's OK. Love you..." I held her, and after a few minutes her breathing slowed and I could tell she was sleeping. I kissed her hair, and closed my own eyes, dozing off... Missed You Ch. 03 Ria stirred again, and I held her close. "Are you all right?" She nodded. "Just a bit emotional..." She turned in my arms, and I felt a thrill go through me as her soft breasts pressed against my chest. I felt myself begin to harden, and Ria smiled, sensing my arousal. She looked at me, her face somehow serious, and said, "Tim?" "Hmm?" "We've done some fun stuff since you got back, but... this time, can we just make love, well, the old-fashioned way?" I held her tightly. "Darling... Whatever you want -- you only have to ask. The fun stuff is -- well, fun, but as long as I can be with you, nothing else matters." Her cheeks were wet again, and she nodded wordlessly. She wiped away tears with her fingers, and turned onto her back, watching me. "Please, my love, now..." I moved closer, kissing her cheeks, her ears, her eyelids. She closed her eyes, parting her lips, and I kissed her, feeling her respond. I began to stroke her skin gently, first her stomach, then her legs, then returning to caress her breasts. "Mmm," she breathed, her nipples hardening under my palms, and I curled my fingers slightly to draw my fingernails gently across her breasts, remembering what she'd said that morning. Her back arched, and she reached for me, pulling me towards her. "Use your mouth," she urged. I began to kiss her breasts, softly at first then with tiny nips of my teeth. My lips surrounded a nipple, then suckled, the tip of my tongue flicking, and Ria gasped. "Ahhh...." I felt her shift, her legs parting, and I moved a hand down to caress her smooth mound. "I'm ready now," she whispered, "just take me." I moved to cover her body with mine, and she opened fully to me, tilting her head backwards with a gasp as she felt my hard tip pressing against her entrance. I lowered myself onto her, entering her, and wrapped my arms around her, gently crushing her breasts with my chest. I kissed her, softly at first then more insistently, and I felt her hips begin to move, following my own gentle thrusts. She caught her lip between her teeth, moaning, and I felt the muscles of her stomach begin to tense. "So soon?" I asked quietly. She nodded, and moved more insistently against me, wrapping her legs behind mine. I slid my hands down to cup her bottom, mirroring the movement of her hips, and her breathing became ragged. Suddenly she cried out, shaking uncontrollably and biting her lip, her fingers digging hard into my back, and I pushed as deeply as I could into her as her muscles tensed around me. Finally she relaxed, and opened her eyes again. "Did you...?" I shook my head, grinning. "Looks like all that attention you gave me earlier paid off." She looked concerned for a moment. "But you will..." "Of course. Now?" She nodded enthusiastically. "Lift up just a little..." I raised myself up, and she shifted, beginning to kiss my chest and move her lips from one nipple to the other. I felt myself stir in her, and gasped. "Oh, yes, Ria, that's perfect." I began to move in her again, feeling her silky wetness surround me, her lips and tongue exquisite on my nipples. "Oh -- yes -- don't stop -- I'm..." I felt pleasure flood through me, and Ria's expression turned to delight as she watched my face, her hips mirroring my movements as I filled her with warmth... Finally I lowered myself carefully onto her again, panting, and she wrapped her arms around me, squeezing. "That was perfect," she breathed. Slowly I softened, and Ria feigned disappointment as I slipped out of her. "Again later?" she asked, her voice almost like that of a little girl. I nodded. "Of course." I glanced at the clock. "Ready for something else to eat yet?" She shook her head. "Totally satisfied -- in every possible way." I settled more comfortably on the pillow. "Want to talk, then?" Ria nodded. "Tell me about your trip." I chuckled. "You really want to hear about spreadsheets and organisation charts?" She snuggled into me. "Just want to hear the sound of your voice..." I began to describe the last couple of days, and Ria listened thoughtfully. After a while, I saw her eyelids begin to droop, and as her breathing slowed, I tailed off, smiling, and closed my own eyes. When I woke it was dark, and I glanced at the clock. The glowing figures gave the time as five a.m., and reluctantly I pulled away from my sleeping lover, slipping into the bathroom and closing the door so I wouldn't wake her. When I was showered, I dressed in the gloom, and went down to the kitchen, quickly eating a bowl of cereal. When I got back up the stairs, Ria was sitting up, the bedside light switched on. "We must both have been tired..." I grinned. "Well, we did our best to wear each other out yesterday." She gave me a soft smile. "Hurry back to me, lover." "Will do." The day passed quickly, catching up on emails and urgent tasks that had built up while I'd been away at the conference. Finally I closed the laptop and picked up my jacket, heading for my car. My mobile rang, and I heard Ria's voice. "Are you on your way?" "Definitely, darling. Want me to pick anything up on the way?" "You could get us Chinese," she suggested. "Sure -- your usual?" "And some of those crispy spring rolls, please, darling." I stopped at the takeaway, emerging with a cardboard box which I slid onto the passenger seat, and finished the drive to the house. The front door opened as I reached it, and Ria leaned over the box to kiss me. "Missed you, darling." We went into the kitchen, and I unpacked our meal. Ria picked up a spring roll in her fingers, biting into it. "Perfect." When we'd finished eating, Ria made coffee for us and we went through to the lounge. "Want to watch a film?" I asked. She shook her head. "Let's just put some music on." I dimmed the lights and picked up the remote, soft violin music beginning to play. Ria curled up on the sofa, and patted the seat next to me. "Come and cuddle me." I put my arm around her shoulders. "Good day, darling?" She smiled. "Definitely. I got a few things done, but in between I was just thinking of you." "I thought my ears were burning," I chuckled. "Anything in particular?" Her eyes suddenly held a soft glow. "Thinking about tonight, about being with you, what we'd do." "Tell me," I said, holding her closer. She snuggled into my shoulder. "Well, there's one of our favourites we haven't done since you got back." I pretended to look puzzled. "Can't think what." She rolled her eyes playfully. "I see right through your plan -- you want me to fantasise for you..." "Is that all right?" I asked softly. Ria grinned. "Of course -- how else are you going to find out exactly what I'd like you to do." She settled more comfortably. "So you come through the door, and I kiss you. I take your hand and lead you upstairs to the bedroom, then I take you in my arms and kiss you again, my lips soft against yours, pressing my body against you. I can tell you're already really turned on, and I start to undo your shirt buttons, then unfasten your belt, until all your clothes are off." "You reach for me, pulling my t-shirt over my head, and I quickly reach behind me to unfasten my bra, then help you take off my skirt, leaving only my panties on. I move over to the bed, sprawling on it, and you join me. You kiss my breasts, and start to stroke between my legs, pressing your fingers into me through the cotton. 'Use your mouth,' I urge, and you bend your head to kiss my mound, then tongue the moisture that's beginning to wet the fabric. I flex my hips, pushing myself against your mouth, then I let myself sink back onto the bed, indicating with a gentle tug that you should shift your body over mine, facing downwards." "You slide across, burying your head between my thighs, and at the same time I kiss your tip, then put my mouth around you, caressing you with my tongue. I feel your fingers hook under the elastic of my panties and slide them down then off, and I moan as your mouth returns to my entrance, nothing now between your tongue and my most intimate places. I feel you begin to explore my opening, then lap at my clitoris, then a finger sliding into me, seeking my other sensitive spot. I use my tongue on you more urgently, tasting a little of your fluid leaking into my mouth. Your tongue flicks across my hard clitoris, and I feel my muscles begin to tense. 'Please,' I gasp, and as the pleasure intensifies I forget what I'm doing to you and lose myself in the sensation you're giving me. Everything goes blurry, and I gasp as your tongue moves insistently, your arms wrapped around my legs stopping me from closing them as the pleasure becomes almost too much to bear. Finally I reach the end of my climax, and you sense it, kissing my opening one last time." "I remember that I was supposed to be pleasuring you, and I start to caress you again, fingers and lips and tongue moving urgently over your hardness, listening to your breathing becoming ragged. You gasp, and I feel your erection stiffen even more, then your warm fluid spurts into my mouth, once then again. I swallow, then swirl my tongue over your tip, prompting another gasp and a final spurt." She paused, and I blinked. "Wow," I breathed. "Ria, you have quite an imagination." Ria chuckled. "I was tempted to open that bedside drawer, but nothing beats the real thing." She got up from the sofa, quickly undressing, and stood with her back to me, her legs parted, looking over her shoulder at me. "I know it's not what I just imagined for you, but would you take me like this?" I chuckled. "You don't need to ask twice." I pulled off my clothes, and moved close behind her, resting my hardness in the cleft of her bottom and cupping her breasts in my hands. Her nipples were hard, and again I drew my fingertips gently across them, using my nails lightly on the soft skin. She moaned, pushing her bottom back against me. "Into me, darling, please..." I moved backwards, and she bent further, revealing both openings to me. I put my tip against her wet entrance for a moment, so that some of her slipperiness was transferred, then shifted so that my tip pressed into her other entrance, the lubrication allowing me to move a little way in. "Ahhhhh........." she breathed. "Make yourself a little slippier and you can take me that way if you like." I used my fingers to take more moisture from her entrance, transferring it to my hardness, and eased just my tip fully inside her tight opening. "Mm," she said, "that feels really good. Move just a little?" I flexed my hips just a little, and felt her nipples harden more than I'd ever known. "Yes, darling," she whispered. "Take me..." I moved more insistently, though still only a little way in her, and felt myself moving closer to my climax. I moved one hand down to her clitoris, caressing it with the tip of a finger, and kissed her shoulders, her back, her neck. "I'm nearly there, darling." She nodded. "Don't hold back -- I'm ready." I bent to nip the skin of her shoulders gently with my teeth, then took my hand from her breast to take hold of her ponytail. Ria moved her own hands to caress her breasts, and began to push back against me again. I felt pleasure overwhelm me, and as I climaxed, I withdrew my tip, spurting against her, my fluid running down towards her entrance. As she felt the warmth reach her opening, my finger on her clitoris and her hands squeezing her breasts and nipples, she climaxed, gasping. "Ohhhh......" We rested, panting, and I wrapped my arms around her, kissing her hair. "Darling -- that was utterly amazing." She nodded. "Thank you, my love."