2 comments/ 26091 views/ 0 favorites Out Of The Blue By: slick00 It's my birthday, I'm rushing to get ready for dinner, we are suppose to meet @ 6:30pm it's 6pm and I'm still not dressed. Just out of the shower and going through the closet, it has been so long since my wife and I went out without the kids, who are 3 and 5 years old. My wife had taken the kids to grandma for the night, so I'm alone in a quite house with just a towel wrapped around my waist. Suddenly the phone rings, just another sale call I think, but what if it's my wife, I guess I must answer. "Hello" I yell into the phone, I hate telemarketers and my wife knows it so she will not be surprised if it is she. "Happy Birthday" I hear from the other end but I can not that quickly place the voice, "Do you know who this is?" comes the question. I of course not wanting to be rude lie. "Of course, I never forget a beautiful women voice" Was I felt a safe answer, as my mind was searching trying to place her, who is this? I am thinking hard when she gave herself away. "Can you talk now?" That line! Right away I knew who it was it was Rachel. I haven't spoken to her since right before I got married. "No now is not a good time, is there someway I could reach you later so we can catch up on things?" Rachel gave me a number and told me to call her the next day. It had been 6 years and the last time we talked I asked not to call again. She began to call at 5 in the morning and my wife had just moved in. The first two times I just said it was too early to talk, of course my wife wanting to know who would dare call so early. I was stuck and after the second call had to tell her. So here the third time I had to do something. I told not to call back. Racheal did not know I was married I did not have time to give her an explanation at 5 in the morning with my wife listening in. I tried to call her a few time but her husband kept answering. Then I kept putting it off. As I dressed and rushed to the restaurant I thought of our history (Rachel's and Mine). We were boyfriend and girlfriend back in the ninth grade, over fifth teen years ago. We hade tried to take each other virginity from each other, but things or people kept getting in the way. The next year she went to a different school and we started seeing other people. Of course we kept in touch till she married before even finishing high school. She would call from time to time maybe once a year then even less after a few years. We finally saw each other by accident about a year before I got married. I even met her once in a park where we made out but she would not let me get very far. Rachel would call me and tell me she was unhappy and wanted us to get together but I knew it was all talk, so I never told her I was getting married. The wife and I had our night out, dinner, drinks and a night of love making, but I must admit that I kept thinking of Rachel. Even though in the past she would not let me get far with her, she would always say how she was married and could not cheat. Of course I called her. I found out that she had divorced her first husband about a year after I had asked to quit calling. She came home early one day to find him in bed with another woman. She met and married again in less than a year someone she worked with that also was getting a divorce. We began to talk about once a week. I explain what had happened when I asked her not to call. She kept saying how things would have been so much different had she stayed at the same school. How she had feeling for me and just wishing we had married. I in turns would make fun of how she was so afraid of being with me, how she would push me away when I got too intimate. Rachel would tell me she was not afraid at all. And someday she would show me. One day she called me at work. We talked like normal and again I told her she was afraid of me, Rachel always had an excuse for not meeting me, "but someday that will change" she said. I began to challenge her, when out of the blue she said "OK" lets meet in an hour. We can see each other that is all. I do not know why but I suggested my house and she agreed. I called my wife to make sure she was OK at work, even though I knew nothing would happen, it would still be odd to have the wife show up when you have a strange woman in the house. I had just gotten home when the door bell rang. In came Rachel, she had not changed much in all those years. Her brown flowing hair resting on her shoulder, she was a sight to behold. Standing at 5'4" and I bet not a pound over 120. Rachel looked as I remembered her. I had her come in and sit on the couch. We looked into each other's eyes for a second before beginning to kiss. The touch of her large smooth lips against mine cause a stirring in my pants, she had always had that over me. My hand quickly went to her breast; I begin to kiss on her neck something Rachel has always liked. I take the chance to reach under her thin sweater she is wearing and cup her bra-encased breast. Rachel lets out a sigh as I start to nibble on her ear. Than hear it comes as always. "Please don't do that, it is not right, we're both married" I had been here before several times and have always stopped, but this time was different for me, Rachel was not pulling away, she really never had, just that I would respect her wishes. I let my hand drop from her small but ample breast, but I was not done I went down to her pants and quickly lowered her zipper and unbuttoned her pants. I kissed her again before she could protest. My hand reached down into her pants and Rachel moved to allow me to reach her pussy. It was less than three minutes since Rachel had walked in the door that I was feeling her pussy although over her panties. This was the where I was waiting for the brakes to really be put on, but when Rachel did not pull away nor say anything as before I let my finger reach under the small strip that kept me from her pleasure zone. I let my finger play with her large clit as she moistens up. I started to kiss her neck again because Rachel began to moan and push her hips toward my hand. Rachel was beginning to lie down on the couch making it difficult to kiss. So I took a chance I stood up and without saying a word extended my hand for her to follow. Rachel eyes stared deep into mine as she rose up and followed me into the bedroom. Rachel walked with one hand in mine and the other holding up her pants. When we reached the bedroom I began to unbutton her sweater that seemed to have just so many little buttons. I almost had them all undone when Rachel began to protest. "No really I can't do this, I have never cheating on either of my husbands," I told her it was OK as we kissed standing next to the bed. I began to think I had given it a good try. As the kiss went on I thought maybe, so I slowly laid her on the bed. Here she was someone I have longed for, for many years with only two or three buttons left to take off her sweater, her pants undone but still on. Rachel still had the look of lust in her eyes so I laid next to her and we kissed. Again my hand went to her breast as our tongues were interlocking. I was able to push down her bra and touch her flesh to flesh. Her nipples were hard and I just had to kiss them. I brought my mouth down to her breast I ran my tongue over her nipples before sucking her entire small beautiful in my mouth. My hand was again I her pants and Rachel began to moan as I pushed her panties into her pussy so I could rub her. I felt as her clit became hard against my finger. "I love your tongue, what are you doing? We must stop" Rachel began to say but she was not pushing me away. I began to kiss my way down toward her pussy something I had felt before but never seen. Rachel was again protesting, but she raised her hips as I pulled down her pants, she even kicked them off her legs as I stood and undress faster than I ever remember doing. Rachel had her eyes closed with a hand across her breast and the other holding tight to the waistband of her panties. "Oh god I can't cheat" Rachel said several times as she lay there. I did not want to try to pull her panties off as I thought she would resist, but I had to see her pussy. So I went down and moved her crotch aside and licked at her pussy. As soon as my tongue touches her, Rachel's hand that was holding her panties went to the back of my head. As I licked at her beautiful pussy Rachel began to moan loudly not really words but moans. After just a few minutes I had to get myself into her so I picked up my head and pulled her panties off. Her pussy was shaved all but a little strip above her clit; finally I was able to see the pussy I had wanted for so long. I got between her legs and slowly pushed in my cock, Rachel really began to moan then as I pushed myself to the hilt. I fucked her slowly as she was now yelling. Rachel pussy was so warm and felt so good that I knew I would not last very long. Rachel was trashing around on the bed as she got louder and louder. I knew the whole house was filed with her moans and I began to pump faster. Till she screamed out "Now". At the same time I flooded her pussy with my cum and I collapsed onto her we kissed again and I pulled out. Rachel began to apologize about be so loud. To which I assure her was alright. She began to tell me how she loved me and how she really liked my tongue. My hand was rubbing her body till it reached her pussy again. I felt the greasy cum on her clit as she looked at her watch saying she had to get home, but I kissed her again and she relax I minute. Just enough time for me to get hard enough to go again. I can not remember the last I recovered so fast. I had to fuck her again I had waited for so long that I could hardly believe this was happening so I began to fuck her again. But I knew she had to leave so I rush though it and was cumin in less than two minutes. Rachel was in and out of my house in less than an hour and a half and I do not know if it will ever happen again. Rachel says she does not want to be someone's slut and we have only seen each other once since then. In a very public park, Rachel refuses to see me alone in a private area. We still talk but it is starting to dwindle. I am hoping that someday out of the blue she calls me back...... Hope you have enjoyed this little tale, please vote accordingly Out of the Blue They were all empty-nesters that 4th of July holiday. The kids were grown up and gone. It was the neighborhood gang that had stuck together through those childrearing years. Now they were just enjoying themselves. They were seated along the shoreline at a big picnic table. Sated with hot dogs, potato salad and apple pie, with the beer cooler just about empty, they watched the water-skiers winding up the show. The Jenson's, the Hofer's and the Vincent's had been friends for almost thirty years. Sherry Jenson and Karly Vincent had been the closest of any of them. Their friendship pre-dated marriages when both had been young elementary school teachers. Karly still taught school while Sherry had long before given up that role to become her husband's business manager. The Jenson's owned and operated a large and successful road construction company. Sherry was both the brains and the impetus of the business contracts, hired help and did the accounting. Bill Jenson ran the job sites. They were a good team. The Hofer's operated a dairy farm. Where work was hard and profit margins thin, Jan Hofer ran a sharp and effective pencil on the increasing complex record keeping that meant success or failure. Bill Hofer was equally adept in his hands-on decision-making part of the business. They rarely could get away except on Sunday afternoons when son Bill Jr. filled in for chores. The impetus to the singular event that took place on the 4th of July outing had come the day before. Terry Vincent was a recently retired optometrist. He had taken up almost full time gardening and fishing that summer as his main hobbies. The problem had been that his wife Karlene had shown little or no interest in either of these hobbies. Outdoor activities were not her thing and gossiping on the phone to her myriad friends, playing computer games, and working on crossword puzzles seemed to be her main outlets. However, she appeared to be taking up a new interest as Terry came in from the garden on his way to the shower; scrap-booking. Her efforts were specifically dealing with the 25 years' worth of family photographs, Christmas cards, newspaper clippings, and school mementos of their three children. There in the living room was Sherry Jenson showing Karlene how to do it in the form of several of her own scrapbooks. "Can I take a look see at one of them too, Sherry?" Terry had asked, trying to be sociable. "Sure, was the quick response." Finding a comfortable chair to sit down in, he began to examine a book titled "At the Lake". It was the usual kids and parents at the beach, in the cabin, water skiing and fishing. What turned out to be astonishing were the pictures of an extremely slim but sexy brunette that he had never seen before. To his knowledge he had never seen Sherry wearing anything but slacks. Of course, there were her stylish suit jackets and slacks for business, but even on such informal occasions as summer barbecues and picnics, it was always slacks. She had been hiding a perfect figure all these years. Belatedly, but for sure, now he was interested. She knew it too because he was observed taking extra long looks at all of her "swimming" pictures. Terry managed to shift the focus of his "interest" by commenting on several of the large bass Sherry was pictured holding in the album. "I didn't realize you were an expert fisherwoman too," he commented. "No expert Terry but I try on the rare occasions we get to go up to Bill's father's cabin. It was the next day during the picnic that Terry had seated himself next to his wife's's often aloof friend as the 12 stack of water skiers cruised by. Sherry looked at him with a slightly puzzled expression. Formally friendly but never eager for conversation with the husbands of her friends in a social setting, she waited for him to say something. He did. "I never realized till I saw your lake scrapbook that you were big on fishing, Sherry." "Well yes, it's something I got from my dad. Bill thinks it's little frivolous but I still go out when we spend a week at dad's cabin by Hayward. I've actually got a little kayak up there I use." "You know, this lake right here is one of the best bass lakes in the state. You should come out here sometime this summer with me," he ventured. No wives or husbands were mentioned in this seemingly offhand comment. Terry knew this was not the sort of comment that was acceptable in the circle of friends of which they were part. The conversation ended just as quickly when Jan sat down next to them bringing some cookies to share. Of course, Terry knew he would never get a response to this suggestion unless spouses were included in the offer. That would never happen. He felt he had staked out his interest, and time would tell if the thought would finally draw a response. They both knew what he wanted. Terry was sure that there was a different attitude on Sherry's part whenever they crossed paths in social situations. She seemed to pay more attention to him. He felt he was being watched closely as if she was trying to make some judgment about him. It all came to a head on a cool but sunny day as he worked to get his boat ready for storage. With his wife gone to visit her mother for the day, responding to the ringing of the doorbell was his responsibility. It was Sherry returning some books she had borrowed from his wife. Her dark green eyes narrowed as he informed her of his spouse's absence. She couldn't possibly come in for a cup of coffee as she was on her way to the grocery store. He immediately mentioned his end of the year fishing wrap-up, while asking for a bit of help spooling his new spinning rod. She was always one to help but was dubious in this case, but he had taken her hand before she had time to think of an excuse and led her into the garage. He immediately took his new spinner off the boat while handing her the spool of fishing line. Five minutes later they were in the back yard so she could try it out. A few fumbling attempts on her part revealed the fact that she was used to spin-cast equipment. He showed her the correct hand-hold and release mechanism and then stood behind her. "Let me hold your right arm for the correct back-cast," he suggested. Taking her right arm, he raised it to the 2 o'clock position and then guided the cast forward. While simultaneously pressing against the back of her body he realized his suddenly engorged and upraised cock was pressing into the cleft of her buttocks. What happened next with this usually distant and socially correct friend utterly astonished him. To his complete surprise, she had dropped the fishing pole on the lawn and reached behind her, stroking the bulge in his jeans. His instinctive reaction had been to push his hips forward just a bit. She responded to him with a gentle squeeze in the appropriate spot and added a quiet comment, breathing "Oh my." With that comment, he took her by the hand and led her up on the deck overlooking the back yard. Sloping down several hundred yards to a small stream, that yard was screened from prying eyes by about twenty acres of woods and trails which were all posted "Private Property, Keep Out." Reaching the chaise lounge which faced the stream, Terry sank down upon it. He then stretched out facing Sherry and opened his zipper, exposing himself to her. She stood watching him as his now semi-erect cock jerked back to full extension. When he motioned her towards his lap she stood, momentarily indecisive, and then lowered her slacks and panties to the floor of the deck with a sigh. Not being a shorts and suntan woman, Sherry was completely white except for the small dark bush which covered her mons. She stepped forward and straddled him after placing her hands on his shoulders for balance. Then carefully taking his cock in hand, she aligned herself to him and with tiny nudges slowly settled upon his lap. As she impaled herself upon his fiercely erect cock, Terry had never felt so sexually aroused. And yet, he was willing and content to let this surprisingly erotic women take the lead. And she did by beginning a series of quick little thrusts with her hips. Her ass cheeks clenched with each motion. Her mouth covered his and she worked her tongue into his mouth exploring, sucking, and completely captivating his very being. When she stopped for a moment and began removing her blouse and bra he watched, mesmerized, as her small but firm breasts came into view. Her large brownish nipples were hardened to a point. Then she leaned forward so he could begin running his tongue over them. When he captured one in his mouth and began a gentle sucking, she moaned softly. Terry couldn't wait any longer. The whole situation had developed beyond his wildest imagination. Grasping her buttocks he began a strong up-thrusting, penetrating her hitherto untouchable inner self with each powerful stroke. She met each motion of his with an equally strong responses they listened to the sounds of their mating. There was that unique sucking, squishing sound that signals when two highly sexually-charged people are engaging in intercourse. He was holding her buttocks firmly in each hand and Sherry could feel his cock begin to twitch. She held herself tight against him as he began to come. Her vagina seemed to clamp him in a vise-like grip. For her it was as if she was astride a volcano. A fountain of semen was erupting inside her and she could only hang on as waves of sensations coursed through her body. Collapsing, she buried her face in the hollow of his neck. She felt filled yet overflowing from his powerful response. It was not until she finally caught her breath that she was able to speak. "I've waited years for this moment, Terry. Years, and it was worth every minute." Out of the Blue Gary was going about his normal routine on the building site when his mobile rang. He put down the piece of wood he was just about to nail onto the house frame and pulled the phone out of his pocket. "Emily" the screen read. Now there's a name he hadn't heard in a long time. He pressed the button and put the phone up to his ear. "Hello stranger." "Where are you right now?" she asked. "At work. Why?" "I'm staying at the Crowne Plaza at Surfers Paradise, room 802. I want you here now, so that I can grind my pussy against your face." Gary got an instant hard-on. He used to love it when Emily talked dirty to him. He imagined her straddling his face so he could lick her clit and make her scream with pleasure. "I can be there at 5." "I'll be waiting." She hung up. Gary felt his hard on straining within his shorts and rearranged his cock inside his pants, so that his excitement wasn't so noticeable. It had been months since he had last heard from Emily and was glad to hear her voice again. He remembered back to when they used to spend most of the day sending each other dirty text messages, until she called it off because she was in line for a promotion at work and couldn't concentrate when he kept her squirming in her office chair. He pulled his pencil out from his tool belt and wrote 802 on the piece of timber that he had picked up again. He looked down at his watch. 12.15pm. He had hours to wait until he knocked off work. Oh well, at least he had something to look forward to afterwards. He wondered if he should send her a dirty follow-up text to let her know that she had made him hard, but he decided against it. He didn't know why she had rung him out of the blue and would wait until he saw her to ask.... On the other hand, 5pm was a long time to have to wait until he saw her again. She hung up the phone and smiled. He said yes! After all this time she wasn't sure whether ringing him would be a good idea or not. She was afraid that if she saw him again it would start her obsessing over him like she used to. She remembered how she used to spend every minute of every day thinking about Gary and his hard dick. There were days when she would wake up and start touching herself the minute she opened her eyes, only to be going to bed knowing that she had masturbated 3 times that day and was onto her forth when she climbed back underneath the sheets. Emily looked down at the phone in her hands. It should be ok. They would spend an afternoon together, enjoying each other's company, and then it would go back to normal again. No contact. She would make sure of it. She was so close to finding out about her promotion that she couldn't risk it going back to what it was like before, when she couldn't concentrate on anything but him. But she was here now, so she might as well make the most of it. She walked over to the open sliding door and placed the phone on the side table next to her chair. She had requested a room with her own private balcony, which looked out over the ocean. She sat down on one of the lounges and reclined back into a horizontal position and noticed that she couldn't see any other apartments from this spot. Emily lifted up her flowing skirt and slid one of her fingers inside her bikini bottoms to feel how wet she had become, just by talking to Gary. She was looking forward to seeing him again this afternoon. It had been too long. She continued stroking her clit, enjoying the sun's rays on her skin. The mobile on the side table buzzed and she looked over to see a text message waiting for her. She picked it up and pressed the button to read it. It was from Gary. "You've made my cock hard with anticipation". She read the message and smiled. She was happy to know that she could still give him a hard on without even touching him. She pressed the button to bring up the camera feature on her phone and took a photo of her hand inside her bikini bottoms, found his number and pressed send. That might get him over here a bit quicker, she thought to herself. The phone buzzed again. Another message. "Be there in 10 minutes." Success! She pressed the reply button. "Door's open. Come and find me!" After telling the boss that an emergency had come up and he had to leave straight away, Gary found himself driving towards the hotel with a massive hard on. He wasn't surprised that Emily could still make him feel this way. She had a great arse that he loved to slide his cock up and down, soft lips that seemed to beckon to his, and the perkiest set of tits that he had ever seen. As he was driving, he remembered the last time he had seen her. They were sitting at a picnic table at a local park and he had his hand up her skirt, fingering her wet pussy. His hard-on made him groan as it strained against his shorts, waiting to spring forth when he finally let it out. He was here. He parked the car and headed towards the lifts. He pressed the button to the eighth floor and waited. It seemed to take forever for the elevator doors to open and he almost ran out of the lift towards room number 802. He saw the number on the door and turned the handle. Emily heard the door handle turn and waited until Gary found her on the balcony. It took all her strength not to turn and call out to him. She wanted him to find her on his own, to heighten the excitement of being in a strange hotel room and not know if it was the right one or not. He stepped out onto the balcony and she turned her head towards him, taking her sunglasses off and taking him in as he came closer. "You found me." She smiled. Gary walked out onto the balcony towards Emily. He noticed that she had cut her hair short, but she still had those long brown legs that stuck out from underneath her skirt and there were those perky tits, hiding underneath her bikini top. "Fuck you look good." His eyes glided up and down her body as he came closer to her. He knelt down next to her and leaned over to give her a long hard kiss. He had missed her. He missed the way she smelt, the way she ran her fingers through his hair when their lips were locked and how she sucked on his tongue when he put it inside her mouth. His cock was absolutely throbbing now. Their lips parted and Emily looked up at Gary. He looked good too. A few more grey hairs than the last time she saw him, but she liked it. He still had muscley arms and the most intense eyes she had ever seen. She watched as he ran his eyes up and down her body, wondering where to start. She glanced down at his crotch and saw the huge bulge in his pants. God, she wanted to pull it out and suck on it really badly. All in good time, she thought, as she watched Gary's hand slide over her bare thigh. She was so soft. He didn't remember her being this soft the last time he touched her. He ran his hand up and down her leg. He noticed that his touch gave her skin goose-bumps. He bent his head down and kissed her thigh gently. Once, twice, three times, heading up towards her hip. He ran his finger over the top of her bikini bottom and felt that her clit was already hard. He circled it with his finger and heard her let out a sigh. He looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed and her lips were slightly parted. God she was beautiful. He continued rubbing circles around her clit and bent to kiss her lips again. He found her tongue and massaged it with is own. She tasted good. He couldn't believe that she was sitting here in front of him again after all this time. Emily kept her eyes closed and enjoyed the soft touch of Gary's finger on her clit and his mouth on hers. She kept her eyes closed as she felt his finger slide across her bikini bottoms and underneath the seam, as he ran his finger up and down the crease of her skin that connected her pussy to her leg. She kept her eyes closed as she felt his finger slowly make it's way over to the opening of her pussy and gently inside. She even kept her eyes closed when she felt his mouth leave hers and make it's way across her cheek, down her neck, over her breasts and stomach and even when she felt her bikini bottoms being pulled aside to make way for Gary's lips, but as soon as his tongue connected with her clit, her eyes flew open wide, because she wanted to take the situation all in so that she could remember seeing his head between her legs, every time she would think back to this very moment. She tasted salty. Like she had just been for a swim in the ocean. Gary licked her clit gently so that he didn't put too much pressure on it too quickly. He remembered how she liked it. Slow at first, gently licking and nibbling at her clit, slowly building up to sucking on it hard. He looked up at her. She was looking into his eyes and smiling. It felt good to finally be able to taste her again after all this time. He wanted to know why she had invited him here after being so adamant about not being in touch anymore, but he wasn't about to ruin the moment. He just wanted to taste her. He spread her legs wider so that he could get a better vantage point and stuffed her whole pussy into his mouth and began sucking. Emily let her legs fall, one on either side of the lounge chair, as she watched Gary's head bobbing about between them. It felt so good having someone enjoying themselves so much that her pussy juices were all over his face. She felt his tongue probing it's way into her opening as his thumb gently fondled her clit. She let out a small moan as his lips found their way back onto her clit again and he started sucking on her. She was getting so wet! Gary inserted one of his fingers into her pussy and started rubbing her g-spot. It felt so good! He was going to make her come already! He kept sucking on her clit and pressing his finger inside her until she felt the orgasm building up. "Mmmm, yeah, that feels good. Don't stop." She said quietly, feeling the blood rushing towards her clit. He kept up his rhythm and before she was ready she felt herself coming all over his face. "Fuck!" she screamed as she grabbed a handful of his hair and forced his head towards her pussy harder. "Oh fuck!!!" He looked up towards Emily's face from his position between her legs. Fuck she tasted good! He licked her juices off his lips and swallowed them with a smile. He stood up, put one arm underneath her legs and one under the small of her back and picked her up. She wrapped her arms around him as he walked inside and sat her down on the bed. He bent down to untie her bikini top from behind her back and around her neck and it fell into her lap. He watched as she flung it across the room and reached up to grab the waistband of his shorts and jocks and pulled them down. His cock immediately flopped out and bounced a few times almost hitting her in the face. She smiled up at him as she took it in her hands and started stroking it. He felt one of her hands cup his balls as the other slowly worked its way from the base of his dick to cover the tip. On the way back down she bent over and put her mouth over the tip of his cock and sucked gently. It felt like he had waited an eternity to feel her lips firmly wrapped around him. She lowered her head and took more of him into her mouth, sucking on him as she slowly slid him back out of her. Gary's cock was standing to attention as she moved her mouth over him, sliding him in and out of her lips. The bed was the exact height for them as she sat with her legs over the edge and his cock in her mouth. She cupped his balls and noticed how he must have shaved them that morning, as there was not a hair in sight. She wondered if he thought about her while he did this, just like he said he used to. Her other hand wrapped around the base of his cock and pumped up and down, going along with the rhythm of her mouth. She sucked on his shaft as she moved her head away from him and circled the tip of him with her tongue. She trailed her tongue up and down his shaft while she used her hand to circle the tip of his cock and jacked him off for a while. He could feel the intensity building up inside him and because he didn't want to come yet, he twisted out of Emily's hands and sat down on the bed next to her. "Lay down" he instructed and she followed his order. He pulled off his shirt, followed by his shoes, socks, shorts and jocks and then turned towards Emily. He tugged on her skirt and pulled it down past her hips and over her feet and flung it across the room the way she did with her bikini top. He knelt on the bed over her and started sliding her bikini bottoms down over her legs. He looked down at her neatly shaved pussy and parted her legs. He wanted to taste her again. He wanted her to come all over his face again. He grabbed her legs and pushed them up towards her chest so that he could get access to her tight arse. He bent his head down and gently licked it. She squealed with delight. In the past she had told him that she wanted him to tickle her arse with his tongue, and now was his chance. Emily hooked her legs underneath her elbows so that her arse was right in Gary's face. She felt him run the tip of his tongue around her tight hole and then flick it across the top of it. It felt divine! He used the length of his entire tongue to lick it slowly, then quickly with the tip, and then he stuck his tongue inside her ever so slightly. It sent shivers through her whole body and she wanted more! "Fuck that feels good!" she screamed. She felt him grab her arse cheeks and gently spread them apart so that he could get a better view of her. She closed her eyes as he gently probed his tongue into her arse again. "Ohhhhhhh fuck!!!!" she screamed again. She could feel her pussy throbbing as her clit got harder with the excitement. How could this man make her feel like this, just by using his tongue??? She had never imagined that someone would want to do this to her, let alone do it without even being asked! She felt so dirty! It was fantastic! She felt his tongue plunge deep inside her arse and she screamed out with pleasure. "Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Oh Fuuuuuuck!!!!" She was so wet. Her arse contracted when she came and he felt it squeeze his tongue out of her. He gently inserted his finger in her arse, but only up to his first knuckle. He slid it out of her and watched her reaction. She was absolutely loving it! He slid his finger in a little further and felt her arse contract against it, the way it had against his tongue. "Did you bring any of your toys down with you?" he asked, gently wiggling his finger inside her. Her toys! She had totally forgotten about them. "Yes, they're in my bag over there." She pointed towards the wardrobe door and watched as Gary almost ran over to get them out. She saw him pick up two of them and walk back over to the bed, one in each hand. "Which one should we use first?" he asked holding one up, then the other. One was a g-spot vibrator and the other anal beads. "I'll let you decide." She said and rolled over so she was on her hands and knees, pointing her bum towards him suggestively. "Anal beads it is." He tossed the vibrator onto the bed next to her and sat down behind her. He bent over, spread her cheeks and licked her arse again. She was so wet that he figured he wouldn't even need to use any lubrication. He placed the tip of the beads against her opening and pushed gently. The first bead was very small and popped in with no trouble at all. He wiggled it around a bit and Emily giggled. He pushed the next bead into her arse and it too glided in with a pop. "Oh yeah!" He watched as the next bead slid into her arse. "Fuck that looks good!" "It feels good too!" He saw her lean down to rest on her elbows so that her arse stuck out towards him even more. He noticed that the next bead was slightly larger than the last two and gently coaxed it inside her. "Mmmmm" he heard her mumble into the pillow that she had her face buried in. He pushed the next bead inside her too. "More!" she pleaded. The next bead was larger in size again, and he tried pushing it inside her, but it was a little harder to get in than the first 4, so he wiggled it a bit until it too popped inside her arse. "Fuck that feels good!" he watched her arse contract around the beads and then relax as she got used to having them inside her. He jiggled the beads that were hanging out of her arse, which moved the ones inside her as well. He watched her arse contract again and when he saw her relaxing, he pushed the next bead inside her. "Ohhhh!!!!" she moaned with pleasure grabbing the pillow with her clenched fist. Gary looked down at the 4 remaining beads and realised that she now had 6 of them inside her. His cock got really hard as he wondered just how many of them she could take. The next one was even larger than the first 6 and he wanted to see her squirm. He bent down and licked her arse to get some lubrication happening so that he could insert the next one and she pushed back towards his tongue. She was ready for the next one. He pushed and watched as it slowly slid inside her. "Fuck!" Emily screamed with delight as she felt another bead pop inside her arse. She felt Gary wiggle the stick of beads that was in her arse and she could feel them all moving about inside her. "Oh my God that feels good!" She pushed her upper body back up so that she was on her hands and knees again and looked around at Gary. He was staring at her arse. She saw him hook his finger around the ring at the end of the toy and pull. One of the beads popped out of her arse. "Oh!" she moaned turning back around to face the bedhead. She felt a bit of pressure and he popped back in again. "Mmmm." She liked the feeling of them as they popped in and out. Gary was watching her arse contract and relax, as he pushed and pulled the 7th bead in and out of Emily's opening. She was absolutely loving it. She stretched her arms back out in front of her and pushed her arse back towards him. He took this as in invitation to push the next bead inside her. Pop! "Oh yes! Yes! Yes!" He looked down at his hands, which were holding the remaining 2 beads in them. These were the largest ones out of all of them. He looked up at the curve of Emily's back and ran one of his hands along it towards her shoulder. "Do you want more?" he asked. "1 more." Came the reply. He looked back down at the beads and smiled. He'd have to work this one in a little slower than the rest so that he didn't hurt her. He grabbed her arse cheeks with both his hands and started massaging them together to get her nice and wet. He grabbed hold of the stick of beads and wiggled them ever so gently as he started pushing the next one inside her. Emily felt her arse cheeks being massaged together and enjoyed the sensation of having Gary's hands on her again. She felt the beads deep inside her but had lost count of how many beads she actually had in there. She knew that Gary wouldn't hurt her though and she felt like she could probably take one more if he continued being so gentle. She felt one of his hands let go of her arse cheek and grab onto the beads, as they rotated slightly inside her. She relaxed her arse as he slowly pushed another bead inside her. "Holy Fuck!" she cried out. "Oh, Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!!! Ohhhhh, Yeeeah!!!" She screamed as the bead popped inside her arse. "Oh, oh, oh!" "Are you ok?" Gary asked. "Yes, yes, yesssss!" she screamed. She could feel her arse contracting and relaxing around the bead as she felt herself coming and tried to hold it in place. The force of her orgasm made her clench the muscles around her arse and one of the beads accidentally popped out. "Fuck!!!!" she cried out. Gary watched as Emily came in front of him again. He loved how she could have multiple orgasms. He watched as the last bead that he had put inside her popped out and he held onto the stick so that no more would escape in the process. He wanted to fuck her with the beads still inside her, so that he could feel them against his cock. Out of the Blue He waited until her orgasm had subsided a bit and let go of the beads so that they were hanging out of her arse. He laid down on the bed next to her. "Hop on top." He commanded. She did what he said. He had noticed some time ago that for some reason she always did whatever he wanted her to do. He liked that about her. She just couldn't bring herself to say no to him. He watched as she straddled him, the beads still sticking out from her arse and he grabbed her hips and positioned her on the tip of his throbbing cock. He pulled her hips down as she slowly slid down his shaft and took most of him inside her first go. She was so wet. Emily felt her pussy stretch open wide to accommodation Gary's huge cock. Her lips enveloped him and when she looked down she could only see her tiny strip of pubic hair as it connected with his. The string of beads in her arse pressed against Gary's balls which, put pressure on them, and she could feel the next bead pressing against her opening, straining to get in. She clenched her arse cheeks to prevent that from happening, as she was content with the amount of beads inside her now. Having another one pushed in would be too much, what with Gary's cock also inside her. He pushed himself deep inside her pussy and wondered when the last time she had sex was, as she was so tight. He rocked his hips back and forth and he could feel the beads pushing against his cock as he slid it in and out. He could only just feel the ripples that they made as he grinded against them. He reached up and cupped Emily's face with his hand and brought it down to his own. He kissed her lips gently as he wrapped his other arm around her back, bringing her closer. He missed her so much over the last few months and enjoyed having her in his arms again. She felt safe in his arms, despite feeling about to explode at having beads in her arse and her pussy filled with his cock. She pulled away from his lips to look at his face again. She trailed her fingers through his chest hair and across to his nipples and gave them a playful tug. He made her feel so alive. Like no-one else ever had. She felt his arm leave her back and trail down towards her arse. He grabbed her cheeks and spread them wide open. It felt fantastic! She felt him take hold of the beads and she let him tug one out of her. Pop. She leaned forward to give him better access and he slid it back inside her. She supported her weight on her legs and started sliding up and down his cock. He gripped the beads tight so that when she moved her body upwards two of the beads would pop out of her and when she slid back down again, back inside her they would go. Gary watched as the beautiful naked woman slid up and down his cock, while he tried to concentrate on holding the beads still for her. She made him so horny and he wanted to come so badly. His cock was so hard right now. He wanted her to come at the same time that he did so he reached over and grabbed the vibrator. He turned it on and positioned it right on her clit. Emily couldn't believe it when Gary grabbed the vibrator and held it against her. She had already come hard three times now. She didn't know how much more she could take. He made her so horny. She could feel another orgasm rising within her again. "I'm going to come!" she said. "Me too." She heard Gary whisper from underneath her. She quickened her pace and slid up and down his shaft and the anal beads until she felt like she was going to explode. Gary couldn't contain himself for much longer. He wanted to come. He wanted to come now! He pressed the vibrator harder against Emily's clit and started thrusting the anal beads in and out of her arse while he tried to hold on. Emily felt Gary moving the anal beads in and out of her arse as the vibrator buzzed against her clit. She grinded against his cock as she let out a huge scream. "Arghhhhhh!!!!!" She was coming. She was coming hard! Gary watched as Emily finally let go and gave in to her orgasm. He felt her pussy muscles clench around his cock and it drove him mad. He came with so much intensity that he dropped the vibrator and pulled the ring on the anal beads so that they slid out of her arse the second before she finished her orgasm. This made her scream even more and he gripped onto her hips and pulled her down onto him so that he was as deep as he possibly could be, while he finished coming. She looked down at him. His eyes were closed and he had a smile on his face. She leaned down and kissed him, trailing her tongue along his lips. She was glad she rang him and asked him to come over when she did. Gary reached up and pulled her close to him. Her soft breasts pressed against his chest and he held her gently. This woman was everything that he ever dreamed of when it came to a sexual partner. He could feel her hot breath on his chest and he never wanted to let her go again. Out of the Blue This story will be told in multiple parts. It is told in the form of an autobiography from the point of view of the female in a relationship. It is written for the male. I alternately use the name RT and you as the addressed person. I originally used he and him; if I miss changing a few please forgive me. There is no overt sex in this story, just the mention of having made love. I am part of the way through the second chapter, I ran out of steam (can you say ideas) and decided to post this one before I complete the next. A third chapter? Maybe if I feel it warrants the work. I am open to ideas to place in a third chapter. Some people keep asking for more tension, I tried to give you enough in this chapter. Be gentle with the comments, I hope you enjoy. * Out of the blue I was contacted by someone from another world. At least it was not the world I knew. Someone who I found out later knew you very well. We grew up together, learned about many things together. One of those was love. Then you disappeared from my life. I was an only child. We had known each other as long as I could remember. We were always the best of friends. All of our classes in school were together, except Gym. You and I were destined to be together for all eternity; I just knew it. We were a couple all through junior high and high school. We planned to attend college together, but had not chosen where yet. The weekend before our senior prom we made love for the first time. It was glorious. It was also the only time. In an instant you were gone. As I tell this story I realize was almost 15 years ago now. I am writing this down so you can see it from my perspective. We never made it to our prom. You were gone; I was too devastated to go. I could not bear to go on my own and almost everyone else was spoken. I stayed home and cried in my room. I knew something bad had to have happened; your entire family was removed from the face of the earth without a trace. That house where your father grew up and then raised you sat vacant for 5 years before a group of men nobody knew came into town and repaired it. Becky and I walked by often and waved to the new occupants; we started to speak to each other. Slowly, over time, I explained that the one I thought would be my one true love had lived there and was suddenly removed from my life. They were sorry to hear it, but if they knew anything about your family they never said. They were new in town and said the company the father worked for paid the rent to a realty company. We continue to talk from time to time. Wait? OK, I hear you, who is Becky? Becky was the family oops. We all loved her dearly and fawned over her to no end. We never allowed her to be spoiled; we stopped just short of that. As much as she loved Mom and Dad, she was still closer to me. We did many things together. Anyway I found out a company owns the house now. The company name was LRS Inc. LTD. I did not go to college right after high school; I got a job as a nursing assistant. As time allowed I eventually attended college one course at a time. First I got a 2 year degree in Nursing; I am almost done with my 4 year degree. I never took the time to date. Besides, who could compete with the perfect ghost? It was always work, school and family. I lived at home until 3 years ago, and then the house next door went up for sale. I paid for the entire thing in cash. It was only $65.000, and in need of many repairs. A $15,000 gift from Mom and Dad helped. I spent most of my money to buy it so Dad and I fixed things as I could afford to; the outside is almost complete. Next we work inside. About 4 months ago I received a request for a new friend on Facebook. There was only one other friend listed on your profile; our old high school. I looked through the old yearbook and did not find the name Leonard Summit. Your request had stated that you transferred out but remembered me from your time here. Why I accepted your request I can't explain. A few times a week something humorous would appear on your wall. I clicked that I liked some of them. You would make polite comments about some of the items I posted. One day another friend posted a short article about a couple of persons who had been friends all through childhood and had lost track of each other. 25 years later they ran into each other at a small café, and are now married. I commented that I had loved someone and they were removed from my life; I would like to find out what had happened. You posted back that you might be able to help me with that. You were scheduled to pass through the area in a few weeks; if we were to meet, you could get some information and search for my missing friend. I thought it over for better than a week before I accepted your invitation to meet. I mean, the worst that might happen is nothing at all. I would be safe if we met in a public place. There is a diner 3 blocks off of the town square; I would see you there on that Saturday to discuss things. I asked you to set the time, preferably between noon and 2. I would wear a sunflower sun dress. You wrote back saying I could recognize by the red leather computer case you would be carrying; and you could be there at 1:00. Imagine my surprise when you walked in. No, I really did not recognize you. You were 6 foot 6, had a full beard and looked to be a body builder. I felt a stirring in my heart, but I had no idea why. You were a hunk, with a capital H. I had never taken notice to any man like that before now. We ate and talked for 2 hours. You took many notes of comments I made. As we parted you said "I am now sure there is a way to reunite you with your friend." Then you gave me your card. It read "Leonard R Summit Companies." There was a Mars, Pa address. I asked what companies you were involved in. You responded "Construction, real estate, a small investigative service and a small chain of car washes." "Car Washes?" "A company defaulted on a construction project; we got the real estate and a chain of car washes to settle his debt. The washes are all over this area." 2 weeks later you requested another meeting. We met at the diner again. You said "I have information that will confirm that I know your friend." Then handed me a brown paper envelope. It was 10 X 15 and puffy. I looked at it trying to figure what you presented to me. Inside there were 2 other envelopes; the first was flat, the other was the puffy one. I opened the flat one on request. Inside was a copy of the local newspaper from the week my friend left. I remembered the date well "There is nothing in the paper about your friend or his family." Now I was really puzzled. I opened the second one; inside was some lacy blue cloth. I pulled it out, and shoved it back in. "Where did you get that from?" I demanded. Your head was down and quietly responded "You." I was mad! "Are you trying to pull a fast one on me?" "No. If you remember you could not find your panties after we made love that night. I went back the next morning to search for them and return them to you. When I got home my father pushed me into a car I had never seen before and we immediately left town, never to return. The paper was in the car that day." I was dumbfounded. I was confused. I WAS ANGRY! I started to cry. You reached out to hold my hand. I pushed the hand away. We sat quietly for a long time. You broke the silence, "I can't imagine how you feel about all that has happened, I was devastated when I was pushed into the car and Dad climbed in behind me. At least I knew where you were; but I was forbidden to contact you, even to tell you good bye. Mom died 3 years ago. About 6 months ago when Dad died I was given a package he left for me that explained why it all happened. Dad was an accountant, as you might remember. He discovered some seriously fraudulent dealings in the company he worked for and exposed them to the FBI. Our lives were threatened by those who were responsible for the fraud. We were moved for our protection. Dad testified in court and we went underground for a while. Dad's letter instructed me to contact a lawyer, who put me in touch with the FBI and another agency. Almost everyone who was involved in the fraud has died; most were violent deaths in prison. The only one who is left is so senile that he has no idea about anything. I was told I could contact you when I asked." I was shaking; I did not know if it was fear, rage or joy. "Your Tommy is gone. In his place is Leonard. The first time I saw you a few weeks ago I think I felt the old feelings we had before. I am hoping you still feel the same toward me. Please forgive me for the deception. I had to know your feelings before I revealed myself to you." I started to sob. The owner of the diner came over to see if there was a problem. I shook my head. "No, no problem." I could not speak, I just shook my head. He responded "If there is, let me know." I asked if we could go somewhere else. We went to the park and walked without talking, we did not touch. I now knew why; but all the old wounds I thought had healed over were open and raw. We sat on a bench and you spoke "This is all so new to you, I know you are confused. I have been sure it was you for over 3 months; I am still confused too. I am guessing you will need time to deal with all the confusion." I was all cried out, nearly dehydrated. I looked at you for the first time; knowing who you were, without the tears I could see your father behind the beard. I said "I am lost, I need time to think. Please allow me to take the time I need to come to grips with this." We walked back to the diner, as we parted you pulled a pair of cell phones from your trunk. "Choose one, I will keep the other. They are preprogrammed to only call each other, just press 2. I will allow you to the time to decide what to do. When you know, please call me. Remember I truly care for you." You held my hand while speaking. We parted without saying much else. When I got home Mom, Dad and Becky were there in the living room waiting for me. Mom asked "Are you all right, is everything OK?" I could see the concern on all of their faces. "Yes. I am a little tired and confused. I need to think for a while." "We had a call from Mr. Arnold at the diner. He said some man had you crying while you were there. You told him you were fine; but he wanted us to know." I am fine. I met an old friend from school and he had a lot of things to tell me. He knew why Tommy, and his family, had to leave town in such a hurry." Mom gasped. "I am not allowed to tell you anything right now, maybe later." I turned and headed for my bedroom. The next week I was quiet. I did not care to talk much to anyone. Of course my mind was occupied with thoughts of what you had revealed. Everyone kept a respectful distance. They could see the confusion on my face; I was lost in a different world. It was on Tuesday morning when I came over for breakfast with a smile on my face. No one asked about it. I was glad. "I will be late tonight" I called out as I left the house. I walked through the park on my way to work. I pulled out the cell phone and made a call. "Can we get together and talk? Yes, this evening will be good. Thank you, I will see you then." I was picked me up in front of the hospital and we went to dinner. When we were done eating I told you "When you disappeared years ago my world fell in, I loved you so much. Now you are here asking to be allowed into my life again. I know it was not your fault; but it was not mine either. I will allow you to return, but it needs to be gradually. I am not the same young girl you knew and you are not the same boy I loved. I need to find out if we can be together again." I saw a smile and you started to speak. I held up my hand and indicated I was not done. We sat silently for a good while. "I will introduce you to my family when you come by to pick me up for our first date. By the way, I hate the name Leonard; we need to find another name I can call you." "Most people just call me Boss or The Boss. My new middle name is Robert, is there a form of that you like?" I thought for a moment and spoke "I would like to call you RT." "RT? I loved Tommy, he was my world. If I can't call you Tommy I want to call you RT. It will be short for Robert Tommy. You can tell everyone it is the first and last letters in Robert." "I like it, RT it is. I don't like Leonard either." At my request you dropped me off around the corner from the house. Saturday RT arrived at precisely 6:30 at my parent's. My father answered the door and invited him in. I was coming down the stairs at the same time. "Hello RT, I must introduce you to my family. These are my Mom, Dad and Becky. Everyone, this is RT." Everyone shook hands with RT. He had a funny look on his face as he shook Becky's hand. In the car you commented on the age difference between Becky and me. I only responded that "...she was a bit of a surprise to Mom and Dad." You smiled and said "She looks so much like you did so many years ago." And then you pulled out a photo of us. "This is the young lady I loved so many years ago. She and Becky could be twins." At dinner we talked about old times and old friends. When I was dropped off I asked to be taken one more house down. "That's where I live now. I bought it a few years ago. Dad and I are restoring it as we have the time." "The outside looks really nice." you responded. "We are almost done outside, there is a little more to do around back." We scheduled another date for the next Saturday; I gave a light kiss on the cheek and went inside. We dated mostly on Saturdays for the next 8 months, before we allowed things to become serious. We were definitely comfortable with each other. Over time I could feel the old familiar feelings creep back in. I found out that the company was doing very well. RT was not rich, but he did not owe anyone any money and he had some in the bank. I explained how I loved my job and only had 1 more course before I got my BS in Nursing. A special bond appeared to develop between RT and Becky. Mom and Dad thought the world of him too. One evening you asked if I would like to come out and see where you live and the company. I had some vacation time I needed to use, so I agreed to go. I explained we could not sleep together on this trip. "I want to wait until I get married before I do that again." You nodded and said "I understand." We drove from central Pennsylvania, where I live, almost to the Ohio border and turned north toward Mars. Mars is near Pittsburgh. We arrived at a modern building and parked. "This is my world. My company offices are on the first and second floors. From the third floor to the fifth floors are rental apartments, the sixth has 2 penthouses. I live in one; the other we use for business guests. That will be your home for the next week." We took a special elevator from the lobby to the top floor. We put my bags in the bedroom and you gave me the key. "There are only a few keys to this place; my assistant has the others in a locked box with all the other spare keys." After a short tour you said "If you don't have any questions I will let you get settled in. I call you about 5:30 before I pick you up for dinner this evening." RT kissed me on the cheek and turned to leave. The views were marvelous; one side overlooked the town, the opposite side showed only the mountains. I was in awe of the surroundings. Dinner was promptly served at 6, in his home. RT had done all the cooking; it was all delicious. We talked and did a little necking before we both were too tired to continue. I was escorted home and we kissed good night at the door. We both slept well that night. The next morning we went out for breakfast at a café he knew of. If I keep eating like this I will get fat. We drove a little over a half hour north and came to a park that overlooked a river. We walked the trails for 3 hours, enjoying the scenery before we returned to the parking lot. To my surprise RT pulled out a picnic lunch saying "Something about being in the country makes me hungry. We ate and talked and ate some more; we were happy. "There is one more path I would like to take you on before we leave, may we?" We arrived at a scenic overlook. Beyond were the river and a beautiful backdrop of mountains as far as you could see. There was another couple there, we allowed them their space. As we took pictures the others left. You took my hand again and we walked to sit on a bench that overlooked the gorge and the mountains beyond. You said "I loved you more than you can ever know before I was ripped from your life. The most miserable time in my life was while I was looking for a way back into your life. I never want to be apart from you again; Rose will you marry me." I opened my mouth to speak and all that came out were squeaks. I grabbed him and held on for dear life. "I am thinking that you mean to say YES." My head shook up and down. I pulled my head away and we kissed forever; it seemed that way to me. As we broke apart RT spoke again "You can decide the date and place. Tomorrow evening we can start to look for rings. I could have chosen one for you, but I want you to help. We will be a team; we should make all our decisions together. The rings will be our first." As we walked back to the car we started to make plans for our life together. The next day I was introduced to the people who worked in the office. The last person to meet was your administrative assistant; her name was Jackie. As she stood up to great me she said "You are the one who has made him so happy. Since his father died he has been so miserable; you have made The Boss human again." I was stunned by her words and even more by her appearance. She and I could be twins; except her hair was black and mine was strawberry blond. Her parents were obviously Italian. Later I mentioned the similarities. You blushed and almost whispered "I never really noticed until you were side by side. Jackie has been my right hand for the last 10 years. I only knew you as a young lady, not as the beautiful woman you matured into." The rest of the week was a whirlwind. We spent almost every waking moment side by side. I met all of the people who worked for the company. We went to jobsites and other offices some of them were summoned to come to the main office. After meeting some people I was asked for my honest opinion of them. I rarely found any thing to fault them on. But, when I did it was always minor. In the end I said "I believe you chose employees wisely." As we drove back to my home the following weekend RT disclosed that he was going to spin off some of the companies that did not fit into his plans for the company. I had noticed there was a core of higher up persons he questioned me closely on. Those 4 would be managing the divisions he was setting up so that he could reduce his presence in the company. "I can not ask you to move away from the only home you have ever known. I plan to move and be with you. I will look for other businesses to get involved with nearby." "My house is too small for a family, where do you plan to live? Will we buy another place or build?" "The people who are renting my childhood home are moving in the next 6 months. I was thinking we could remodel the place and move in there; IF it is acceptable to you." I had not thought about it, but I now knew what LRS Inc. LTD. was short for, Leonard Robert Summit. It was still his house. When we got back home we went to Mom and Dad's place to break the news. I had just stepped into the house when I heard a loud, shrill screech. All hundred pounds of a 13 year old flew into me pushing me back into RT. I finally deciphered the noises as "You did it, you're getting married." Out of the Blue Next she jumped to RT and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. This time the noise was something along the lines of "Thank you, we all love you." Mom and Dad came to find out what all the commotion was about. There were hugs and handshakes all around. Dad smiled and said "I told you she would say YES." Mom smacked him on the arm and said "How long have you known?" "About a month now; RT asked me as we were talking about some repairs for Rose's house." Mom smacked him again "You sneak, you never gave a clue." "Woman, if I had it would have been all over town in 5 minutes. With all the noise I bet it is now known on the other side of town as we speak." Mom and Becky blushed. We went to Sunday services the next morning; after the church cleared out we spoke to the preacher who was glad to do the honors. We scheduled the wedding for the last Saturday in June. Mom and I made all the arrangements, RT asked to be allowed to pay. Becky was my maid of honor. RT's first employee was his best man. The week before the wedding our house was ready to move into. My house would be rented out. We sat down for a first meal in the house. I brought a stack of envelopes with me. After we ate we put the dishes to the side. I spoke "There are a few more things we need to speak about before we are married. I insist on signing a prenuptial agreement, I don't care if you do or not. I have no doubt, we will never need it. I just want you to know it is you I love, not your money." I handed it over. You sputtered and started to get angry. "I never doubted your love, this is not necessary." You tore the envelope in half and in half again, and then threw it in the trash. "What surprises do you have in the other envelopes?" "I talked to the judge last week; I had to explain who you were. He is sworn to secrecy and I am sure he will not tell anyone. He recommended that we sign this paper too." I handed you the first envelope. You started to pull out the paper, I asked you to stop. "Before you see what is in there I want you to promise me you will allow me to explain before getting mad again. This is actually a very good thing." You were still a little angry about the prenuptial; but promised. Your face turned red as you saw the words on the top of the form "Certificate of Adoption" I spoke "You promised." I pulled the paper out of the other envelope. It read "Certificate of Live Birth" You turned even redder. "I do not think you will get any argument from Becky's father if you adopt her. Tommy she is our oops, not Mom and Dad's. See the name where the father is listed it reads Thomas Richard Jackson. The one and only time we made love, we made her. I have never been with anyone other than you." You never heard the words "I have never even dated anyone else." You fainted. Out of the Blue The text came so unexpectedly, out of the blue! Of course I expected Him to bring me tea at work the next day, I just didn't expect the orders that came the night before. Corset, stockings, heels, collar just like in one of my pictures, and my toy bag! The night was filled nervous tossing and turning wondering what the next day will bring. I finally gave up on any productive sleep and decided to get up and tackle my dilemma. He was expecting a certain look which I wasn't sure I could pull off. Sure he was kind enough to allow me some latitude since my arm is still not back to full motion but I wanted to be a good slave and deliver what was expected. I could feel my body, that slight quiver as I pulled out the corset and worked on a way to slip into it. I knew the laces wouldn't be tight enough, but I was banking on him being ok with that since he enjoys tightening them himself. I had to make a quick stop on the way to work which required me to cover my ordered attire with "proper" street clothes. When I got to work, I could feel the nervous energy coursing through my body. I quickly got into my heels, cuffs and collar and got down to work. It was surreal the way my body and brain were working at such a fevered pitch trying to get as much done as possible before He arrived. My fingers typing like lightning, my brain in overdrive trying to organize everything. The phone rang, he was near! I heard him pull up and knew I wasn't far from completing my work. As I was filing some paperwork, I felt him walk in the room. My knees almost buckled as I heard him behind me. I went back to my desk and informed him I was almost done. My nerves were on high alert as I could feel my entire body quivering. I was concentrating on my work when He said 'Stand up!' Before I knew it the word 'Huh?' had slipped from my lips. I don't know what I was thinking! He got that look on his face, that look that wondered if I really wanted my ass whipped without uttering a word. I quickly got up and went over to him, apologizing for my corset not being tight enough. As he turned me around to access my laces I started rambling on about what it took to get into the corset and some other nonsense. He spun me around, looked me in the eyes as his finger touched my lips and I heard 'Shhhhhh, relax'. He finished tightening my laces, ran his fingers across my skin, smacked my ass and sent me back to finish my work. I could hear him walking around, I knew he was picking out a spot to carry out whatever he had planned for me. When I was finished, he ordered me upstairs to "that" room! A room that I knew all too well, the one he had tortured me in a few years earlier. It was well suited to his needs since that is where the 4 post bed was. I was feeling like I dodged a bullet since I actually brought the bag that has the red satin ropes. I can't imagine what he would have done to me if I didn't have them! Once upstairs, he removed my skirt and had me sit on the bottom edge of the bed. For the life of me I couldn't get my body to stop shaking! I had no clue where his mind was going although I knew it would be trouble for me! As he laid me back and adjusted me to the position of his choosing I could hear him going through the toy bags. Trouble!! He went for the ropes and found a way to tie them from my wrist cuff, to ankle cuffs, around the bed post, around behind my bent knee and back around the post. When he was finished, my ass was as far down the bed as possible with knees bent, spread wide unable to move and my heels hooked over the bottom of the bed frame! Tied nice and tight, just as he liked. Helpless as he decided what would come next. The rustling continued as he found my gag and tied it nice and tight. Next came that toy! The evil toy that has become my worst nightmare when he tortures me and warns me not to cum. After finding a suitable, torturous setting, he left it buzzing away on my clit, me laying there helpless and walked out! As I lay there, trying not to cum, unable to move, I could hear him downstairs. There he was chatting on the phone, not a care in the world while I lay up there writhing and whimpering trying not to break the rule while that toy buzzed away! Between my panting and whimpering I could hear his footsteps coming back. That cocky careless attitude, asking if I were enjoying myself. UGGGGG!! The gag was the only thing keeping me from screaming out for mercy, not that it would have mattered to him. My head was swimming, it felt like I had been laying there for hours, whimpering and squirming when I suddenly realized it wasn't just the toy but him up against me. This time he found an even worse setting on the toy and it took everything in me not to cum. It was like my body was crossing another dimension as I felt him up against me calculating his every movement. Torturing me little by little, pushing me closer and closer to the edge as I could feel him teasing me with just the tip of his cock. Slowly tempting to go further, just a little deeper and then sliding out, over and over again until I couldn't even fathom how to keep from breaking the rules. As I felt him deeper and deeper, over and over, there was no controlling my hips as they thrust, wanting more, barely able to breathe through my gag as the room was spinning and I was falling deeper and deeper into the abyss. Then I felt him as he gave me his full release deep, hot and wet inside me. I wanted to scream as I felt him flowing through me and wasn't sure if I could stop myself from giving up the fight not to cum. I knew the consequences would be severe to disobey so I bit down hard on my gag, tightened every muscle in my body to keep from disobeying him. I think I was just about to break when somewhere that sounded like a voice far off in the distance came the orders to cum!! I could feel my body break as I heard the panting scream through my gag as I felt my body give up everything to him. Shaking and thrusting and unable to control myself as if he was the one controlling my every response. I could feel him loosening the gag as I lay there, completely spent and used up by him, for him. Grateful I am his slave. As he loosened the ropes I just lay there, unable to think or move. He quietly whispered for me to get myself back together as he left the room. After a few minutes, I managed to get myself off the bed and to the floor where I spent the next 10 minutes trying to stop my head from spinning and catching my breath as I cleaned up the ropes and got everything back in order. Once back downstairs he looked at me with his piercing baby blues and that amazing smile, kissed me on the nose, then the lips. He could feel the quivering in my body and knew that once again we had visited that place where time and space stand still. That place where breathing is not an option and it would take me a day to recover from. Where my body and every response was under his control. He made sure I was ok as He went to leave...then he came back for one more embrace, letting me know everything would be fine as he felt my quivering body sink in his arms. It is always in that moment, in his arms, that I know why he was sent to me and I to him. Soul-mates for life, never to be parted...