0 comments/ 17922 views/ 0 favorites Rainy Days By: hdm303lj Rainy days and automatic weapons always get me down. Those words were ushered from Horace's lips quite often. And never once was he proven wrong. Like today for example. He had wanted to get to know Janice better from the first moment he saw her. There was something in her eyes that held his fascination for hours. Her laugh was gentle and soothing. Her smile brightened his days. So he knew he would never have the pleasure of her company. When she called him the first thing to enter his mind wasn't how she got his phone number. He assumed she was calling in and wanted him to cover for her. Nothing new; everyone called him when they needed something. So he was shocked that she asked him out on a date. Being jaded by several bad relationships Horace immediately put his guard up. Something was happening and he was going to get caught up in it. Cute women didn't ask him out; they rejected him when he asked them out. That was the natural order of things. He'd grown accustomed to hearing, "No." No matter what words were used, the end result was always another lonely night. Yet a very attractive woman had asked him out. She didn't even have the common courtesy to beat around the bush. So there was definitely something missing from the overall picture. But that didn't mean he was going to get sloppy. He dressed as casual as possible while looking dapper. It meant dusting off a shirt he'd bought on a whim and a pair of pants he'd never worn, but the end result was a rather handsome looking black man. When he placed a splash of cologne on, he knew exactly what he looked like: your average guy. So that was her plan. She would be seen in public with an average looking guy in the hopes of attracting one of those guys who specialized in snatching women from guys like that. It wasn't original, but he had to admit that it would work. He didn't have a claim on her. As far as it would appear to anyone they knew it was a simple get together of two co-workers. Nothing out of the ordinary. And he'd let himself get involved. He cracked a small smirk as he wondered how much he was slipping if he allowed himself to be so easily duped. When she arrived at his apartment Horace took stock of her clothing. It was casual yet not overly so. The pants she wore could easily pass for a dress if she held perfectly still. The blouse was thick enough to suggest warmth and dark in color. Obviously so no one could tell what kind of underwear she wore. He invited her in and was surprised that she accepted. None of her actions made sense. They were supposed to go out for dinner. Her treat. That meant that she was probably enjoying either a raise of splurging. It did not mean that she would accept his invitation to his home. Something was wrong. The smell of rain was in the air, and Horace knew that he was about to get hit in the stomach. Again. They actually made small talk while he fixed her a cup of hot chocolate. Every word he spoke was carefully chosen so as not to hint at his true feelings for her. And he moved with the ease of a thief in the presence of officers looking for him. It would have been hilarious had he not been there. But he was. And the subject matter was also strange. She kept trying to get him to slide into the gray area of sexual innuendo, but Horace had spent his college years with some of the most sick minds that beer and drugs could muster. He knew all of the safe outs, and used them effectively. And still he wondered what her angle was. When he found out, he was shocked. In retrospect, he was caught off guard more in that one night than he had ever been. That it came from a woman was nothing special. That he'd let himself get caught that often was nothing short of humiliating. He'd survived falling totally in love with a woman who dumped him because he was too kind to her. He thought he could handle anything after that. He never once considered how he would deal with someone whose angle was a straight line. Janice actually like him. But it didn't make sense. Aside from being a slight bit pudgy, she was perfect for the guy who didn't want to deal with a supermodel bitch every day. She had the personality of everyone's ideal mother. In short, she was perfect. But why him? She could do better. When she came out and asked him why he was avoiding her, he opened his mouth to say something totally neutral. Mistake; the words that spilled forth were nothing but the unabashed truth. He was never one to correct himself; he simply went with the flow of the moment. This time was no different. He told her that he thought she was beautiful beyond all good reason. He let her know how she made him feel when she smiled. He told her everything. When his lungs had no more air, he shut his lips and waited for her to back slowly out of his apartment. She would run scared. Women always did whenever they asked a man for the truth and got it. It was one of those laws that simply could not be broken. She took her cup of chocolate and walked into his living room. His right eye twitched. That was a sure sign that he'd missed something. His nerves were on edge. His mind was open fully. He could smell the slight hint of perfume on her. The brand of soap she used. Even... Everything went blank. He sniffed the air again. It was gone. Had he been hallucinating? He followed her, carefully sampling the scent in the air. Hot chocolate. His cologne. Her perfume. Her soap. Her shampoo. Yes. It WAS there. Lust. What was that doing on her? Stupid question, but not really. He knew he was not the kind of guy whom women lusted after. Yet he knew that scent well. He had hunted the bars with his college friends lung enough. He could smell lust even through the haze of a Cuban cigar. She was horny. He tried to tell himself that it was because she was about to go out cruising for cock, but the lie wouldn't hold. She was horny... because of him. None of it made sense. Sitting in his living room was a woman he could very well see himself sitting with for the rest of his life. She was not more than ten feet from him. And she wanted him. It didn't make sense. Even for a woman, it didn't make sense. Why him? Why now? He sat down and turned on the television. He knew they wouldn't make it out. Not until they'd talked. But he didn't know what to say. How could he? He'd spent most of his life finding ways to avoid love after that one disastrous relationship. He's carefully chosen every word he'd spoken to a woman after that. He never let his face look even remotely interested in anything except work and his drawings. It was all done with the express purpose of avoiding love. And now Love sat in his living room, daring him to take it. Janice asked him to turn the television off. His heart raced; this was it. He sniffed the air as he complied. Lust was still in the air. Stronger. More pure. Pure... like love. He didn't bother looking for an escape. He was in his home. There was no way out except to fight his way out. And he would. But what would victory bring him? Another enemy and more nights alone? Or would he finally fall victim to Love? He'd heard about the Crossroads from an old drunk he saw while on spring break in New Orleans. According to local lore it was where one made their deal with the devil. It was the place in life where a person had to chose their destiny. He was at his now. And he was blind. There was no way to see down the different paths before him. All he had was what he'd gathered from his previous years of survival. And he knew those experiences and lessons were not going to be enough. He turned to face her. This was not going to be a simple fight, but it was going to be a fight. And he wanted to look Death in the eye. Its eyes were those of Janice. And those eyes were filled with a softness that he felt could find caring in Satan's heartless soul. She smiled at him. He felt his lips return her smile and fought the urge. He failed miserably. Noting the defeat he asked her why she was interested in him. He waited the seven seconds it took her to answer. Her answer nearly physically knocked him onto the floor. She though he was handsome. Either she was the world's best liar or she really though he was handsome. He burned his eyes into her soul. What he saw there was frighteningly wondrous. Love. Caring. Honesty. A small taint of deceit was there as well, but she wouldn't be human if she didn't tell the little white lie every now and again. And she wanted only one thing from him: honesty. She wasn't foolish enough to believe he loved her completely, but she had hope. Where was his hope? The question brought back the image of the rainy day when he lost the woman he loved. And he still loved her; that fact he'd already established. He knew that no one would ever take her place. And Janice wouldn't. She would carve out her own place in his heart. IF he let her. Would he? There was every reason to believe that he was going to wind up betting the bum's rush with her. Every guy who knew she was attached to someone would be looking to replace him. He didn't want that. Then a different thought glowed dimly in his brain. IF he accepted her, he would fight them. He would stand beside her. She would stand with him. They would be one. If only he would lay down for Love. But could he do it? Surrender had never been in his vocabulary. He pulled his gaze back. What happened next took only three seconds, but Time stretched those second into eternity. She liked him. She may have even loved him. And he definitely cared deeply for her. Maybe even loved her. She was willing to stand at his side. And he... was willing to do no less for her. He would cease surviving and live. Live. Living with someone you care deeply for. Loving them. That is what the great poets spoke of. So live. And he would. Horace rose from his seat slowly. He watched Janice mimic his motion. The tension in her body spoke loudly of the doubts that flashed across her face. Her beautiful face. She worried that he would reject her. He would have. Normally. But this was not a normal day. Work had gone smoothly... for work. He'd gotten home without getting caught in a traffic jam. It was an abnormal day all over. He took a small step towards her. And smiled. He told her what she was getting herself in. He warned her about his tendency to drift off into his won little world when the shit hit the fan. He asked her to reconsider her choice. She could do better. She told him that those things didn't matter. So long as he was willing to put up with her. The smile that graced her lips told Horace that this was another rainy day. Change always came when it rained. He'd lost one love on a rainy day. He thought he'd died then. And on another rainy day he found another love. And he did die. The Horace who survived had finally died. The Horace that would live had been born. It was like losing a close friend. There would be the memories, but those would not be the real thing. Only shadows. Mist on a Spring morning. He held her in his arms for what seemed like an eon. He simply held her. Her body shook slightly. She was not going to be rejected. He would hold her forever if that was what she wanted. When he kissed her lips, something he told himself that he could never do, he was greeted by the soft, tender lips of a woman he cared for. Still unsure if it was love or not, Horace decided to take things slow. Or as slow as the irritating thumping between his legs would allow. Screwing it up with sex would not be a total surprise, but it was something to consider. He sniffed the air, wondering... The raw funk of Lust... his and hers... overwhelmed him. He broke the kiss, forcing himself to step away from those lips. * * * * Morning came. The sun was just creeping its way over the horizon, burning away the clouds. He looked in his arms. Janice was still there. The rain had not brought a dream of love. He really did die that night. He would live. His mind drifted to the night of passion they shared. Two bodies. Sweat. Moans of passion. The song of eternal caring. This is what he told himself he could never have. And he was wrong. And right. He let one hand trail over her breast. The thumping began again. When she turned over and opened her eyes, he knew what he would see. A dim memory wondered if it would be shame, but it was a memory of a memory. And a lie. She smiled into his soul. Let it rain, he thought. Rainy days will never get US down. Rainy Days It’s Wednesday. Sometime mid morning, early afternoon. It’s pouring down rain with a few bolts of lightning and occassional thunder. I love this type of weather. It set all of my nerve endings on fire. It’s like being touched with a feather that gentley glides along my skin. I get up from my chair to take a closer look of the magnificant down pour when I see the beautyful girl from next door standing on her front porch soaking wet. She sees me and smiles. I smile back and she starts to walk towards me. I watch her walk past me. I knew there was no way she was smiling at me. She must have seen a friend. There’s a knock at the door. I go to answer wonder who would be visiting me at this time of the morning and there she is. “Hi, Mr. Key. I’m Jennifer, from next door. Sorry to bother you, but could I use your phone. I’m locked out and I need to call my roommate so she can drop off her key on her lunch break.” “Sure, come on in and get out of the rain. You’re soaking wet.” She takes off the rain soaked jacket from her head and steps inside. She’s shaking like a leaf from the cold. “I’ll take that”, as I grab hold of her jacket and place it over the heater to dry. “Thank you”, she says as she continues to shake vigorusly and rub her arms trying to warm herself. “I’ll get the phone and put on a pot of coffe. Please have a seat.” I run to the back, turn on the coffe pot and grab the cordless phone. “Here you are”, I say handing her the phone and taking a seat in my recliner. “The coffee should be done any moment.” “Thank you”, she says and begins to dial. “Hey Sandy. You’re never going to believe this, but I locked myself out again. Yeah, so when can you get home to let me in? An hour and a half? You can’t make it any sooner? But it’s pouring outside. I’m next door at Mr. Key’s. I’ll check, hold on. “Sandy wanted to know if I could wait for her here?” “Sure, I’m not going anywhere.” “Great. Thanks. Sandy, it’s cool. I’ll just wait here for you. Okay. Great. Bye.” “So everything’s okay?” I ask her as I grab the phone and take it back to the hook. “Yeah. Sandy has a meeting she can’t get out of. I’m such a dunce. I’m always locking myself out.” “How do you like your coffe?” “A little cream and a lot of sugar please.” “Coming right up. So what do you do Jennifer?” “I’m a student at the community college by day and a cocktail waitress by night.” “A student, huh. Here you are. Careful that’s really hot. So what are you studying?” I ask taking a seat next to her on the couch. “I’m studying to be a nurse.” “My wife was a nurse for thirty year.” “Really. Is she retired?” “Yes, but she passed on about five years ago.” “I’m sorry,” she replies as she grabs my hand and gives it a caring squeeze. “No, no it’s okay.” “Are those pictures of your family?” she asks as she walks over to the other couch to get a closer look at them? She kneals on the couch with her stomach pressing against the back cushions. She has on a jean mini-skirt. As she leans over to get a closer look at each picture, the skirt rides up to show a glimpse of her red panties. Her long, toned legs are still slightly rosy from the cold rain. Her white shirt is almost see thru and skin tight. I can see she doesn’t have on a bra. But with perky boobs like hers, I guess you really don’t need one. “Is this your wife?” she turns and holds up the picture. Not looking at the picture but at her nipples poking thru her shirt, I reply, “Yes, that’s Mrs. Key.” “She was beautiful.” “Yes she was. I was a lucky man.” “How sweet,” she puts the photo down and walks over to me and sits down. She sits so close, that her rosy thigh rubs against mine. “I don’t know if I’ll ever marry. I love men too much. I don’t know if I’ll ever find one who will sweep me off my feet.” “Don’t worry. If it’s meant to be it’ll happen”, I say patting her knee. She turns and faces me, rests her elbow on the back of the couch and plays with her hair. She smiles at me and asks, “So what do you do, Mr. Key?” “Not much anymore. I retired seven years ago. I use to be a firefighter. Now, I just try to keep active. Enjoy my life. That’s all.” “I have a weakness for firefighters. You must have been a real looker in your younger days.” “Oh, I’ve had my share of admirers.” “I definetly would have been on that list.” I blush a little and reply, “Thank you. You would have been on my list too.” I turn to face her and get a better view of those perky nipples. “Can I tell you a secret?” “Please.” “When I get home from work and take a shower, I know you watch me.” Now I must be glowing red of embarassment. “I like it. I’ve always thought you were a sexy mature man.” Now I know I’m glowing red, but this time it’s from being hot. With that said, she slides her hands under my shirt, straddles my lap and starts rubbing my shest and playing with my nipples. I grab her ass and squeeze. She responds by sucking my right nipple. Teasing it and gently bitting it. Then she moves over to the left nipple. I’m massaging her ass and she begins to rock back and forth on my crotch. I pull her panties to the side and run my fingers along her slit. She exhales deeply and begins to suck on my neck. I’m running my finger slowly along her slit till I can feel here warm wetness. I slide my finger in and she moans softly in my ear. I pull my finger out and savor all of her sweet juices. She’s licking my ear and neck and rocking back and forth. I slide my finger in again. This time deeper. When I pull out this time, I press my finger against her anus and she rocks back and eases my finger into her ass. She snatches off her shirt and exposes her perky breast. They’re right at my mouth and she leans forward to give me access to her nipples. As I suck, she rocks back and forth. Each time sliding my finger deeper into her ass. I’m sucking harder and harder and she’s rocking faster and faster. She stops and slides off my finger and between my legs. She pulls off my shorts and my dick stands at attention. She spreds my legs wider and sucks my balls one by one while stroking the head of my dick with her hand. She licks my balls and pulls me forward so my ass is hanging off the the cough. This time she licks my ass and sticks her tongue in just enough so I can feel the wetness. She continues to lick my ass, then my balls and continues upward to the head of my dick. She teases the head with her tongue and then takes all eight inches in her mouth. She slowly releases and goes back down again. My eyes roll back in my head as I close them enjoying the feeling of her wet mouth slowly devoure my rock hard dick. When she reaches the bottom I hold her head down gently. When I remove my hand she comes up and suck hard. I wence from the pleasure chill it sends up my spine. Now she’s sucking harder and faster and playing with my balls and ass. I can feel my dick on the verge of exploding in her mouth. Suddenly she stops and straddles me again. She rams her tongue down my throat and rubs my dick between her wet slit, careful not to let it slide in. She stands, pressing my shoulders so I slide down off the couch. Now, her tight, wet, nearly hairless pussy is right in my face. She kneals on the couch and I take her wet pussy in my mouth. I slowly lick between her slit all the way to her hard clit. I circle the clit a few times and lick down to her slit again. I flick my tongue in and out of her warm pussy and she sits on my face. I move her down so my tongue is flicking and I’m sucking on her clit. I slide two fingers inside her tight pussy and finger fuck her as I such on her clit. She’s rocking back and forth pounding my fingers into her tight pussy. She’s starting to breath heavy and starts a whinning moan. She stops and slide her tight, dripping wet pussy onto my throbbing dick. She grabs the back of my neck and starts riding me slowly. She rides up and down each time gets faster and harder till she’s fucking me so hard I think she going to rip in two. I push her onto her back and throw her legs back so her knees are on her shoulders. I push in deep and pull allthe way out and push in deep again. She grabs her ankles so I can go deeper. I continue to fuck her harder and deeper. Deeper and harder. I’m fucking her so hard I can hear our bodies smacking together each time I ram my dick into her tight pussy. She let’s her ankles go and rolls over on all fours. She looks back at me and smiles and says, “Now fuck me hard and fast in the ass.” I wet my dick with her juices and slide into her ass. Oh, it’s soo tight. I grab her by the hips and shove my dick in as hard as I can. She screams out in pleasure and I continue to fuck that pretty ass. Harder, faster, harder, faster. Each time her moans of pleasure bring me closer to shooting my load up her ass. I reach around with one hand and finger her clit. This makes her moan louder. So I finger her faster and fuck her ass harder. Soon she comes and I feel her ass pulsate on my dick as her orgasm passes. I continue to fuck her ass hard and pull out and shoot my load all over her sweat covered back. She turns over and starts licking and sucking the rest of my load in her mouth. Just as she gets up and pulls down her skirt, there’s a knock at the door. I get up, pull up my short and walk to the door. When she has on her skirt, I open the door to reveal Sandy. Another beautiful college girl with perky braless breast in a tight shirt and short skirt. “Hi Mr. Key, I’m Sandy. Is Jennifer here?” “Yes. Here she is.” “Hey Jen.” “Hey Sandy. Well, thanks for letting me wait here for Sandy. If I ever get locked out again, would it be okay for me to come back?” “Definetly. I enjoyed the company.” Rainy Days Another rainy day, trapped in the house. I am feeling a bit frisky, well, ok, downright horny. I set off in search of you hoping for some afternoon fun. There you are, across the bedroom, attached to the computer. I run my fingers through my tousled hair, My jeans are history and I stand seductively leaning against the wall wearing your white dress shirt, the last two buttons fastened, leaving nearly nothing to the imagination. You glance up at me, smile, and continue on with whatever has your attention, but it is definitely not me. The windows are open and there is a damp chill in the air. My nipples harden, the cotton of your shirt brushing them lightly, teasing me. Just watching you work is driving me wild, my body giving in to my desire. My shaved pussy is wet, so much so, that I know, if I move, sweet cunt juice will run down my thighs. I watch your hands moving over the keyboard and wish they were playing with me instead. I kneel at the floor beside you, intently watching you as my hands run up your leg. You keep working, and so do I. My hands run up your calves, over your knees and gently turn the chair a bit to access your thighs. I have finally gotten your attention and plan to keep to keep it now. You watch me as I run my hands between your thighs spreading them and turn the chair to face me, the computer now forgotten. Your swelling cock strains to meet my fingers as I massage your shaft and balls through your jeans. My fingertips trace the line of the zipper and I unbutton your tightening pants. I lean upwards, hands on your hips, my breasts pushing your shirt open and kiss you deeply. The softness of your lips and tongue on mine, so sweet, makes me hungry for more. Your hands twist and play in my hair as I reach and pull your shirt over your head. My open mouth kisses trailing down your neck, shoulders and chest. I work my way lower, kissing and tasting you as I go. My mouth finds the tight zipper, ready to burst, and my teeth grab it and pull downwards. I unzip your pants slowly, knowing your cock is straining to find my warm, wet mouth. You lift your hips so I can pull those bothersome jeans off and the swollen purple head of your cock has precum oozing out, as it is finally set free. Your jeans now off, my tongue dances back up your legs tasting your salty flesh. You lean back in the chair now relishing my tongue bath, your hand reaching down and playing with my nipples, the other deep in my hair. I watch your cock jerk as my tongue licks your heavy balls, sucking one into my mouth then the other. My tongue twisting and teasing your balls as they fill my mouth and my hands continue to caress your thighs. I feel your precum on my nose as it is funning freely out of you and down your shaft. I leave your balls to my fingertips as I lick your sticky juice from your cock, teasing you, my tongue so warm and wet, tracing the back of your shaft to the rim of your head. I open my mouth and breathe my hot breath onto your head before my lips close around you, engulfing you in wet warmth. I suck you hard, as my thumb traces the back of your shaft, milking precum to coat my tongue as it circles your head. I feel both your hands wrapped in my hair pushing me downwards, my mouth and throat opening to take each inch of your shaft as you slowly fuck my mouth. My cunt, on fire now, has soaked my thighs, and like an animal in heat, I spread my legs and rub my slick pussy against your leg, soaking you. The hardness of your leg between mine elicits deep moans that vibrate through your cock. You pull me off your cock, and up, ripping the last buttons on my shirt open. You grab my hips, guiding my slick cunt over your cock and slam me down, impaling me on your stiff, swollen member, knocking the breath out of me. I rock up and down on you, your hands grabbing my ass, our wet fucking sounds mixing with the sound of the rain outside. Kissing frantically we both are gasping for air, our nipples assaulting each other with every up and down movement. I see you watching us in the mirror, and I want to watch too. Reluctantly I pull away from you and turn around, taking my shirt off and lean back towards you. You reach between my legs and run your fingers along my wet slit, drawing my slick juice back you massage my tight ass hole. I look up and see us in the mirror, I catch your eye and both of us watch as you guide my ass to your cock. You spread my cheeks and pull me down, slowly stretching my tight hole, as your cock glides deep into me. My ass now riding your hard cock, my hand pulls your hand down to my cunt and you play with my swollen clit. Your other hand plays with my nipples and you know I am close as you pinch my nipples and clit in rhythm as I repeatedly slam your cock deep in my ass. Hotter and hotter we get watching ourselves fucking in the mirror, the heady smell of sex filling our senses. My ass rides your cock, my hole so tight around you, milking you, until I can feel your balls tighten and your white hot cum spurts deep in my ass. I pull off of you and let your cum shoot up over my wet mound and stomach and watch as your fingers spread my lips wide and your cum drips into me. As you massage your cum hard into my clit I cum, thick cunt juice flowing out of my spread open pussy. Two sets of hands work spreading the mixture of our cum all over my cunt and stomach and chest, coating me in it, mixing with our sweat. Leaning back into you, our chests heaving, we kiss again, long and slow, knowing that soon, we will have to begin to clean each other up, our tongues have much more work to do. God I love rainy days. Rainy Days It was raining again, not as furiously as it had been previous days, but a slow, lazy drizzle that was both annoying and persistent. Today, Santiago had meant to go out into the garden and tend the neglected mint and tomato plants, which he worried would be under siege by weeds and insects brought out by the downpour. Instead, it seemed he'd be spending yet another day lounging in bed, listening serenely to the sound of the rain tapping at the window like an incessant guest, with the reassuring heat of the young man's sleeping body pressed against him. Presently, as yet another talk show began on the quiet television, Santiago turned to the clock on the bedside table and noted that it was past noon, and that he and the young man hadn't yet eaten breakfast. He exhaled gently, and after a bit of willing forced his body upright. He ran his calloused hands through his short, dark hair, stretching and feeling the dull soreness in his hips and buttocks. With a light groan, he pried himself gently from the young man's embrace and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. As he was about to rise, he felt the young man's hand clasp around his wrist. He turned; the young man was laying on his stomach, looking up at him with warm, dreary eyes. "Don't go," the young man murmured in Spanish. "I'm going to make breakfast." "No." The young man was smiling, his face pressed against the mattress, refusing to release Santiago's wrist. "You're not hungry, Alonzo?" The young man's devious smile spread into a contagious grin. "Hungry for your love." Santiago chuckled, ruffling Alonzo's soft brown locks. "Idiot," he said fondly. Alonzo's hand left Santiago's wrist to cradle the older man's face, thumb gingerly rubbing the smooth cheek. He gazed up at Santiago, a gentle smile lingering on his full lips. "What?" Santiago mumbled, his face warming as the young man continued to stare. "Nothing," Alonzo said, giving Santiago's cheek a final caress before letting his hand drop away. "You're just the most beautiful, wonderful thing I've ever had in my entire life, is all." Santiago blushed. He leaned down and kissed the young man softly on the temple, murmuring again, "Idiot." Alonzo caught Santiago in his arms, preventing escape. Santiago laughed quietly. "Can't breakfast wait, love?" Alonzo cooed. "I suppose it'll have to." ~*~ The drizzle outside had worked itself into a storm by the time Alonzo was done with Santiago. The two men lay softly panting as the pitter-patter of rain on the window gradually became a loud drone. Positioned on top of Santiago, Alonzo gave the older man one more long, tender kiss as he slowly pulled out of him. Santiago gasped lightly, feeling the sudden emptiness once Alonzo was completely out, and then he wished for more, wished to be filled again. He wrapped his arms around Alonzo's neck and pulled him into an embrace. "Was it good?" Alonzo inquired, his voice low and gentle. He nestled his head against Santiago's chest. "Yes," Santiago answered. "It always is. As long as it's with you." Alonzo smiled, running his hand lazily up and down Santiago's torso, from collar to abdomen. Santiago moaned softly in approval and raised a hand to stroke Alonzo's head, fingers curling themselves in the velvety hair. They'd been doing this all morning, Santiago mused to himself. Hell, they'd been doing this all weekend. How many times, he wondered, had they made love in the past few days? He smiled to himself, realizing that for the first time in a long while he was perfectly content. He closed his eyes, feeling the soft tickle of Alonzo's breath on the skin of his chest, listening to heavy rain persist outside. They must have dozed, for when Santiago checked the clock next it was already three in the afternoon. He sighed gently, rubbing his eyes with the heel of the hand that wasn't still holding Alonzo. He turned his head to find the gorgeous, lucid brown eyes of the young man staring up at him. Santiago's eyebrows furrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth turned themselves upwards inevitably. "I wish you wouldn't stare at me like that," Santiago said, ruffling the young man's hair. "But darling," Alonzo said, propping himself up on his elbows to gaze down fully at the face of his lover, "you're just so beautiful, I can't help myself." Alonzo's smile was broad and handsome, and as he leaned down to give Santiago's face a gentle peck, the older man found himself becoming more and more smitten. And though Alonzo knew it was rare for Santiago to express his feelings in words, he was doubtless of the love he and Santiago now shared. For this, Alonzo was grateful. "Come on now," Santiago said, giving Alonzo a playful shove off of him. "You must be hungry by now." He rose up off the bed and began searching for the clothes that had been thrown carelessly across the room the night before. "Shall I make us breakfast, amorcito?" Alonzo beamed sweetly. "More like lunch," Santiago mumbled. He zipped his pants and slipped on the dress shirt he'd worn previously, not bothering with the buttons. Before he could begin to make his way out the door, he felt Alonzo's warm, soft hands clutching gently at his hips, pulling him back into an embrace. "Te quiero mucho," Alonzo purred against Santiago's ear. The older man shuddered lightly at the warm breath on his skin. He turned around to face Alonzo, reaching a hand up to cup the dimpled cheek, moving in to kiss the full, slightly-parted lips. "I love you too," Santiago whispered, and with their chests pressed so tightly together, he swore he could feel Alonzo's heart skip a beat. The two men pulled away gradually. Santiago saw the beginnings of a blush blooming on Alonzo's cheeks, and glancing down between the other man's legs he found that a blush wasn't the only thing growing. He couldn't help but smirk and sigh gently, running a hand through his hair. "Your vitality is going to kill me." "Oh, please, amorcito!" Alonzo was on Santiago again, holding him close and rocking his hips shamelessly against him. "You know I can't help it when you act so cute like that." "I'm getting old, niño," Santiago groaned. "I don't have as much spark left in me as you do." "We're only a few years apart." "Eight is more than a few." "Oh, please, Santiago," the younger man pleaded. "You aren't going to leave me like this, are you? Just feel me." He pulled Santiago's hand down to cup the erection that had grown impressively already. Santiago flushed immediately at the feel of it; he wrapped his fingers around it heedfully and Alonzo gasped. It was smooth and long and so, so hot; Santiago's own member jumped as he began to stroke Alonzo's cock slowly, teasingly, using only his fingertips to trace it. Alonzo moaned, thrusting his hips forward commandingly, seeking more. Santiago nipped the younger man's earlobe before moving his lips down to suck at the soft skin at the base of Alonzo's neck. He heard the small noise Alonzo made in the back of his throat and became suddenly aware of his own arousal straining against his jeans. There wasn't much time to take care of it, however, before Alonzo was pulling him back onto the bed. Alonzo toppled first down onto the rumpled sheets, dragging Santiago down on top of him. Before Santiago could even get settled, Alonzo was back to humping and rocking his lower half against him like an animal in heat. Santiago felt the familiar warmth rising in his neck and in his abdomen as he reached down again to tug and stroke at Alonzo's hard, uncut shaft. "God, we're going to waste away in this bed," Santiago gasped when Alonzo unzipped his jeans, finally releasing his erection. "I wouldn't mind wasting away with you," Alonzo chimed, rolling over so that he was on top of Santiago, straddling him. He leaned forward and pressed his cock against Santiago's, and then he wrapped his hand around them as best as he could before beginning to thrust his hips. The friction made them both gasp and moan. Santiago reached out helplessly to grasp at the bed sheets, but Alonzo took his hand and clasped their fingers. Santiago bit his lip to keep from groaning. "Alonzo, please," he breathed, his face hot. "Please, put it in me again." Alonzo needed no more prompting. The sight of Santiago, aroused and writhing beneath him, those usually somber eyes now filled with such heat and lust was almost enough to send him over the edge. He dismounted quickly, grabbing the bottle of lube that had been tossed on the floor earlier. He popped open the cap and began to drizzle some on his fingers. "Don't bother with that," Santiago panted. "Just hurry. I'll be alright." "Are you sure, amorcito? I don't want to hurt you--" "Oh, God, Alonzo, please! It'll be okay, just put some on yourself and then stick that hard cock inside of me!" Santiago was begging, bucking his hips up and spreading his legs for Alonzo. The young man's head reeled with arousal and lust. He rubbed the lube onto his penis, panting. "Shit, if you keep talking like that I won't be able to last five seconds," he murmured, moving in and propping one of Santiago's legs up onto his shoulder. He guided his dick carefully into Santiago's puckered hole, pushing in slowly, unbearably. Both men sucked in a breath as Santiago's sphincter closed around the head of Alonzo's shaft. Santiago reached around to cup Alonzo's ass and pull him in further. Alonzo gasped at the tightness wrapped around his length. He clenched his teeth, groaning. "You're so hot," he breathed as he began to move his hips. Santiago was panting and moaning softly. He raised a hand to cradle Alonzo's face before tangling his fingers in the younger man's hair, tugging gently to bring Alonzo in closer for a heated kiss. Alonzo continued to thrust, brows furrowing as the pleasure hit him in waves. He gradually picked up speed, pistoning into Santiago beneath him, finding the older man's prostate and hitting him there again and again, brushing the sensitive nerve endings, sending sparks through Santiago's body. The squeaking protests of the springy mattress and the sound of the headboard banging against the wall with each thrust were lost in the haze of heat and pleasure. Suddenly Alonzo cried out, gasping Santiago's name as he came hard into his lover's ass. Santiago followed suit quickly as he felt Alonzo's hot essence fill him. He clenched himself around Alonzo's cock, milking the younger man, who trembled and groaned quietly. Once they had both blissfully ridden out the aftershocks of their orgasms, Alonzo slowly slid out of Santiago, his cum spilling out of the older man's entrance. The two lay panting side-by-side, Alonzo taking his position snuggled into Santiago's chest, their skin slightly damp with sweat and cum. The air was quiet as the electric air settled, as both men came back down to earth. Santiago draped an arm around Alonzo, kissing and nuzzling the top of the man's head. "I love you," Alonzo murmured against Santiago's skin. "I really, really love you, Angel." "I know," Santiago replied, a blush spreading across his cheeks as his first name was used. "I love you too, Alonzo." Alonzo shifted, wriggling his body up so that he and Santiago were both on their sides, face-to-face. He pressed his forehead against Santiago's and stared deeply into the other man's dark eyes. Santiago returned the gaze, though a bit startled by the sudden intensity in the younger man. They analyzed each other for what seemed like ages, their eyes locked. "Always?" Alonzo questioned, his voice, barely a whisper, seeming suddenly so childlike, so unsure. Santiago's heart leapt. He wanted to cry suddenly, to hold Alonzo in his arms forever and protect him, to love him and please him, to share life with him. Never before had Santiago been so overcome with emotion. His lips trembled, his eyes welled. "Yes," he managed to say. "Yo siempre te amaré." Alonzo grinned broadly, pressing their lips together tenderly, softly. "No llores," he said, wiping the tears that had begun to stream down Santiago's cheeks. "I'll always love you, too, Angel." Quietly, lovingly, the two men held each other, falling once more into a peaceful sleep as the television cast blue light onto their entwined forms, as the wind and rain persisted outside. Rainy Days The sky rolled in ecstacy as the rain clouds grew nearer. Only an act of God could stop them now, and it seemed that everything was going to be drenched in a matter of minutes. Anne lounged in the backyard, clothes forgotten behind her. The sky blue bikini top held promises of rich bounty for those close enough to reach their hands out, and the shorts she wore hugged her curves possessively. She did not dread the downpour as most of her neighbours did, but rather welcomed the cleansing flood. It drummed lightly at her toes and swept her hair down around her shoulders, and she loved every second of it. Add to that she had told Dom to come over, and this was shaping up to be an excellent evening. He HAD almost gotten her in trouble coming to her job like that today, but she had to admit, it had been fun. Just thinking about him between her legs like that.....she crossed her legs unconsciously. That was when she heard the door open, and he came out behind her with two drinks mixed and a towel over his shoulder. Dom brought over the drinks and could not help but stare at her as she stood up out of the lounge chair. She always had such a look about her that shut down anything else he was thinking about for a split second. His shirt, once impeccably ironed and seamed, now soaked through with the rain that he had charged through approaching her house. Not that he minded the rain himself, he loved it in fact. Seeing her in it only accentuated his growing lust, but he tried to keep himself under control. He handed her the drink and wordlessly toasted to the sky with her as the downpour increased. She sat next to him on the lounge chair and casually draped a leg over his. Inside his pants, he stiffened, but he was determined not to give in to her teasing so easily. He ran his fingers along her leg, barely moving outside a small circle around her knee, but quickly growing bold and curious, running up to the hem of her shorts. He looked at her with her eyes closed, breathing slightly irregularly and couldnt help himself. He tried sliding a finger underneath the hem, and yelped in surprise and pain as she rolled away, giggling, into the rain. Her grin faltered as she saw him still under the awning clutching his finger in apparent discomfort, and she came back to him, concerned. It seemed fine as she saw him gently lift his hand away, but not entirely. "Got caught in your pants and got bent," he murmured, lifting his eyes to see her drawing close to his hand. She looked up, a guilty look in her eyes twinkling for only a moment, before she bent down and took his finger into her mouth. Pain forgotten, the sensations of feeling her tongue work along even such a small part of him made his dick stand completely up. She noticed immediately and slowly let the finger pop out. Reaching a hand behind her, she whispered "You know, there are much less painful ways to get into my pants, Daddy." She knew that name was his weakness, and she would use it now if she had to. Damn it but she wanted him now. She let her top fall as her hand released the untied strings and pushed against him, letting him feel her nipples stiff against him. She took him by the uninjured hand and slowly led him out into the rain, then stopped in the center of the yard and let him finally kiss her, mouths tangled in heated exchanges as his tongue met hers and swam in that space between them for what seemed an eternity. His hands roamed freely over her body, and she reveled in the feeling of his fingers covering her, possessing her. All games forgotten, she grabbed his hand and pulled it downward, ever down, until it hit the edge of her shorts. He pushed in and stopped momentarily in surprise. She wasn't wearing panties. She smiled at his curious eyes and merely said "I want you, Dom." He shuddered in delight as he pushed in further and heard her gasp as he touched her clit. God she was wet, and not just with rain either. He extended two fingers past there and felt her soft pussy lips brushing his fingertips, and then he was in, touching her liquid hot center. She gasped and felt her legs go wobbly, then felt his other hand snake behind her and gently lower her to the grass. His fingers started going in and out, and she could formulate no objections to where they were, the raindrops sprinkling her brow, only the two things going in and out of her in a steady rhythm. He remembered a trick he had read about and bent his fingers slightly upward, searching for....there it was. A slightly rough area inside her pussy that he knew would set off fireworks in her. His thumb crept back up to touch on her slick clit as he started rubbing her spot. Anne's thighs flew off the ground and she started screaming. She could not see, only feel the hands of her lover driving her insane. Closer.....closer.....and when the third finger was pushed inside her she couldn't take it. She spasmed, breath coming in short choking gasps through which "Daddy" could be heard over and over. He sucked on her nipples as she came, prolonging the ecstacy deliberately, and didnt stop moving his hand until she lay still, sucking for air. He could hold back no longer, and hurriedly took his pants off, letting his cock swing to attention. She reached for it, but he gently took her hand away. "No games now baby. Now I take what I want," he groaned, already in danger of losing control. "Wait, daddy, please." She got up on shaking knees and leaned down on all fours, proffering her sweet little pussy for him. But when he aimed for it, she looked over her shoulder and shook her head. "No, Dom. Not there." He glanced at her ass, then back to her pleading eyes. His cock throbbed in anticipation. But he did so love making her beg. "Tell me what you want. Exactly what you want.." She moaned. Just the sound almost made him cum. But he put the head of his cock at her ass and stared at her. "Oh my God, fuck my ass. I want it so bad. Please, please daddy. I'll take as much of it as I can for you and do whatever you want me to. Please....." He couldnt help himself. She knew exactly what he liked to hear. Thank God for the natural lube, he thought as he used the rainwater to run the head of his cock, mixing it with his spit. Then he began. Slowly, he pushed the head of his dick into the tight ring of her ass, hearing her groan with an exquisite mix of pain and pleasure. He stopped with just the head inside, letting her stretch out to accommodate him, then started slowly moving back and forth. While he did it, he spanked her round ass again and again, leaving handprints standing a dull red as he gave her what she had been wishing for for months on end. Damn, but she was tight! He pumped her hard and deep, feeling the rain spatter both of them as she came again and watching her cheeks jiggle as he slammed into her hips from behind, harder and harder. He reached under and felt her pussy sopping wet with her juices and rain and could help himself no longer. He pulled out, feeling his balls contract, and she rolled onto her back as his eyes rolled up into his head and his toes curled. "Im...coming" he grunted. She stroked his balls ever so gently. "Come for me, lover." He tensed, then shot a load on her wet breasts. As she looked down at the milky semen, another load hit her on the cheek, then a longer spurt took her on the lips. He moaned her name over and over, and with his eyes closed, didnt see her sit up and grab his cock. But he felt it when she started furiously jacking his dick, making his orgasm even harder. Belying the force she was using on him, she whispered into his ear, "I love you, Dom." Then she licked her lips and went to work making sure no cum was left in his balls. She licked and sucked until he thought he was going crazy, and finally she was done with him. They locked fingers and lay on their backs, breathing hard. Above them, the sky raged, but down here, all was finally still. Anne loved the rain. Rainy Days and Fantasies Ch. 01 Sitting in a side-street café, sipping cold tea, smiling as our eyes meet glancing from the door; you are coolly guessing that I'm bored and lonely, and I'm soon forgetting whom I'm waiting for. The teeming March rain washed against the windows of the little Italian café nestling in the backstreets behind Tower Hill tube station. As I restlessly stirred my tea for the umpteenth time, my mobile began to ring ominously. 'Jools?' I had been awaiting my friend's arrival for more than half an hour. But if she was ringing me, this could only be bad news. 'Hi, Beth. Look, I'm really sorry. I'm running so late and I've just been called into another meeting. What do you want to do?' I swore silently and thought through the options. I had come up from Oxford especially to see her. I'd pleaded with Daniel, my boss, to have the day off and was looking forward to an afternoon at the Tate Modern with my oldest friend before sharing a few drinks and supper, and taking the last train home. 'Well, do you think you'll be free later?' 'I'm not sure. It's gone crazy here. Yeah. I hope so. Sorry, babe.' 'I can see you there, if you like. You know, if you make it, great. If you don't, no big deal. We'll catch it another time.' I swore silently again. This was typical Jools. 'OK. Look, I'm so sorry. If I don't get there, next time lunch is my treat.' 'Don't worry,' I said. 'These things happen. Anyway, maybe I'll see you later.' 'OK. Must dash. Love you. Bye.' The call went dead. I folded away my mobile and sipped at the tepid, watery tea. This was the first time we were due to meet since Robert and I had split up the month before. We had talked on the phone, of course -- or, at least Jools had endured my drunken, tearful rambling late into the night -- but this was a chance to show her that I had put all that behind me. The first day of the rest of my life. But now the new life didn't look so different from the old life -- me the passive, uncomplaining victim. Disconsolately I pushed away the chipped teacup and looked around at Luigi's other patrons. Business was hardly brisk. Near the door an old couple were bickering over a crossword. That would have been Robert and I in thirty years' time, I thought, and immediately felt a little better. Just behind them a City-type was talking frantically and furtively into his phone -- lots of 'Yahs' and 'Absolutelys'. Another reminder of Robert. My God, they were everywhere. The guy in the corner was more interesting. He was studious-looking, bespectacled, but not nerdish. Slim and dark. Maybe thirty or so, two or three years older than me. He looked up from the papers spread out before him and I hurriedly turned away. When I glanced over again, he had resumed his reading. Not really my type. A bit skinny. But nice in a quiet way. No, Beth, I said to myself, don't even think of it. Men are a complication you don't need. Forget them, and think about higher things. I could still go to the Tate. I'd just wait for the rain to stop. I rummaged through my bag and retrieved my copy of Anna Karenin. I've always meant to read it, and I re-start it whenever I'm unhappy. But I never finish it. Where was I? Oh yes, Chapter 2. ****** Who is there who hasn't -- for one sweet split-second -- craved some brief fulfilment of her widowed needs? Who's to say I shouldn't, now fate and you have beckoned, gamble on this moment and follow where it leads? During the last six months of my life with Robert, I might as well have been a widow. If we made love a dozen times, it was certainly no more than that. And as a cactus will flourish in a desert, so fantasies grew and prospered in the wilderness that was my love life. There was one fantasy in particular that haunted me for an age and was only truly exorcised on that rain-swept afternoon that began in the café. In my imagining it is late one Saturday morning. It's hardly a common occasion because Robert and I have made love: hurried, frantic love, and -- rarer still -- he has managed to bring me to an orgasm that, though somewhat perfunctory, has renewed all those tender feelings I once harboured for him. Without showering and barely brushing my hair, I pull on a summer dress -- no bra nor panties -- and we stumble along to the coffee house around the corner from our flat. We cuddle up on the settee and devour steaming cups of scolding coffee with almond croissants. It is as though we have just met and are in the first heady weeks of mutual discovery. I am spoon-feeding Robert the milky froth from my cappuccino when a man walks into the coffee house. At first I don't really notice him but his presence seems to change the atmosphere almost palpably. I look up and he is standing in the centre of the room, still and silent but demanding our attention. He is tallish and older than us, maybe forty or so, and vaguely familiar. He is wearing a grey linen suit and a deep blue shirt. He isn't handsome but he is attractive. He strides over to Robert and me. 'Come on,' he says. He is talking to me. His voice is quiet, but commanding. 'Let's go.' He holds out his hand, beckoning me. I release myself from Robert's embrace and get up from the settee, moved as if by a force of nature. Robert looks astounded by what is happening. I shrug resignedly, like a doctor on call, summoned to an emergency. The man opens the door and I follow. In the street he holds me by the wrist and marches me down the road. I have to half-run, half-shuffle to keep pace -- a naughty little girl being dragged home by her strict guardian. Puzzled shoppers watch as we pass by but, as I catch their eyes, each looks away shamefacedly, pretending not to notice us. A hundred yards down the road, we turn a corner and leave the hustle and bustle behind. A few entrances along, he stops and unlocks a blue door in a shabby building I haven't noticed before. As he does so, I catch my breath and study him in profile. His face is tanned in a weather-beaten way, his hair fair but greying at the temples. He is muscular but not burly. About him there is an air of proprietoral confidence. Once the door is open, he pulls me up a flight of rickety, uncarpeted stairs. I stumble but he doesn't stop for me, merely pulls me to my feet, and strides onwards. At the top of the stairs there is another door. He slots a key into the lock. Despite all apprehension, I can sense myself becoming aroused by his stern aloofness, by the thought of my lovemaking with Richard only an hour ago, and by my utter helplessness. My back is against the wall, I hear myself panting and smell the musky stink of sex rising from my pores. Beyond the door is a small flat. From the hallway I can see into two or three rooms. Each is only scantily furnished. My mystery man still doesn't speak but stoops to pick up some mail and, climbing to his feet, steadies himself by gripping the back of my bare thigh. He pulls against me and his fingers dig into my skin. As he rises, his hand feels its way up under my dress, over my hip to my belly. For a moment I stand passively as his fingers explore between my legs which part obediently for him. My breath is catching in my throat but nevertheless I give out a little yelp. He removes his hand and strokes my face with his damp fingers. My heart is in my mouth as he motions me into the bedroom. The room is dominated by a big metal-framed bed. Apart from that, there are only a couple of old chairs, two bedside tables and a large rug hanging on the whitewashed wall. The wooden floor has been stripped and is carpetless. I doubt that he lives here. Perhaps he just keeps the flat for fucking women like me. 'What do you want?' I say, although I am already certain of the answer. 'You, of course,' is all he replies. 'Why me?' 'Because I can see what he can't see, what even you haven't seen -- until now.' His eyes are dark and blazing. They seem to penetrate my very soul. He pulls me to him and we kiss. He tastes of tobacco and money. I suppose that I should offer resistance, but I realise that I forfeited that privilege when I left the coffee house. When we break off our embrace, he says, 'You can go if you want.' But I stay where I am. And we kiss again, this time more deeply. I wind my leg around his thigh and he grabs it with his hand and lifts it to his hip. 'You smell of his sweat,' he says. 'I'm sorry,' I mumble. 'I like it,' he answers and smiles for the first time. His teeth are white and not quite even. I want to feel them biting into my flesh. He puts me down and, in one movement, lifts my frock above my head. It seems to flutter, like a flag, before it falls at my feet. Now I am utterly naked. Instinctively my hands cover my breasts. Yet I don't feel embarrassed or ashamed, but I do feel frightened -- thrillingly so, as if I am standing at the edge of a precipice, about to leap. He peels away my hands and squeezes my breasts, like a farmer prodding a chicken to check whether it's ready for the pot. My breasts are small but firm, the nipples now hard and pink. He seems to like what he sees. He gestures to the bed and I clamber onto it, lie on my side and wait for him. He removes his jacket, kicks off his shoes and starts to unbutton his trousers. His cock springs from his pants, and, yes, I like what I see too. When I have sucked his cock, he mounts me, holding me down by the wrists, and fucks me hard -- a desperate, rutting beast -- until I cum and cum again with grunting gasps of shuddering relief. Then he pulls out of me, releases my hands and straddles my waist. I masturbate him with each hand in turn until my wrists are hurting. Then he cums over me, streaking my face and breasts in thick plumes of his juice. I lean forwards and my tongue catches the last bead of cum that drips from his cock. I smile up at him, seeking his approval, and he seems pleased with me. He gently wipes my face and offers his fingers to me and I feast on them hungrily. The rest of his juice he rubs into my breasts and then I lick his palms clean. 'That was good,' he says eventually. 'Good for you too?' I don't want to answer but I do nonetheless. 'Yes,' I say. 'Thank you.' 'Will I see you again?' I ask. 'Maybe,' he says. 'I'll come for you if I want you.' A minute later he is dressing with the same brisk efficiency with which he had removed his and my clothes. I'm still sprawled across the bed, sore and aching, as though every part of me has been violated by him. 'You can stay as long as you like,' he says, barely looking at me. 'There's tea and coffee in the kitchen. Just slam the door behind you.' He walks back to the bed and leans over me. He brushes a wave of hair from my face and kisses my forehead. His lips are warm and moist. He sniffs at my skin. 'There's a shower too if you want.' Then he leaves. He doesn't look back. I pull the duvet around me and realise that I don't know his name. That is when the weeping starts. It isn't because I am guilty, or that I feel sorrow for what I have done to Robert, or even that I am already missing my anonymous lover. It is because in that moment I realise that what he has seen in me is true. And now I know what I am, what I want -- and what I have always wanted. When I told Jools about my fantasy, she said that it meant that I wanted a man who would control me, who wouldn't always need me to nag him into action, and who would be spontaneous. I supposed that she was right. Then, she told me her own fantasy -- we had been drinking again -- and, because I'm a friend and because I do like to be spontaneous and because it seemed right, I helped her to fulfil it (but that's another story). ****** Blithely swapping small talk, we make a swift decision, rise and take a short walk to the Thistle Tower, where on its gilded covers we manage the transition from strangers to lovers in barely half an hour. Of course, it wasn't that quick or simple. For quite a while I sipped at the remains of my tea and read -- or pretended to read -- my book, sneaking little looks at the man in the corner. Looking to see whether he was looking at me. Quite often he was. When I went to the Ladies, I had to pass his table. He smiled up at me as I walked by but I didn't respond. In the Ladies I touched up my lipstick, sprayed a little perfume and brushed out my hair. I convinced myself that it wasn't for him, but when I returned, he was sitting at my table. With some uncertainty I sat down too. Between us were two fresh cups of tea. 'What's this?' I said, trying to deny to myself the pleasure I felt at his initiative. Close up, he looked quite handsome, clean and boyish in an unkempt, casual sort of way. 'Hi,' he said, smiling widely. 'I thought yours was getting cold.' His voice was quiet and rhythmical, almost hypnotic. 'Thank you,' I said, unzipping my purse. 'How much do I owe you?' 'That's alright,' he answered. 'You can pay me later.' My God, I hope he's not a Moonie, I thought. I hope he's not going to try to lure me into some religious sect. I reached for the milk jug but as I did, he did so too and our hands fumbled against each other's. For a second or two his held mine. Quickly I withdrew my hand but a brief moment of hesitation told him all he needed to know. I didn't really have any designs upon him, my mystery admirer. I might have flirted with him for a while, until the rain stopped, and then finished my tea and left. As simple as that. But then he removed his glasses and I saw his eyes properly. And though he didn't look at all like my phantom lover -- he was darker, thinner, younger -- his eyes were just as I remembered them from my imaginings. Dark brown whirlpools that lured me in until I was falling, falling, falling. He looked deeply into my eyes and when he did, he seemed to read all the thoughts inhabiting my mind and the thousand secrets harboured there. I couldn't hold his gaze. His eyes knew too much about me. I looked down at my teacup. 'I really like your …..' He paused. My what? I thought. My blouse, my eyes, my hair? I looked up at him again. 'Your ass,' he said at last. I felt myself blushing. Well, at least he's not a religious nut, I thought. 'I really like the way you moved when you went to the Ladies. It was very sexy.' I fought to regain my composure. 'Is that what you say to all the women you pick up in cafes?' 'You know it's not like that. I'm Thomas, by the way. What's your name?' 'Beth,' I said, despite myself. At what point does interest become desire, and at what point desire become need? I don't know, but I feared that I had already passed it. I feared too where this conversation was leading me. Was I so starved of sex, so desperate for a shag, that I would drop my knickers for the first man who showed me some affection? He poured milk into his tea and said, 'You haven't got a boyfriend, then?' 'How do you know? It's none of your business.' I could feel myself blushing again. 'Well, have you?' 'No…. Yes…. I mean, not really.' He looked at me inquisitively. 'I've just split up from someone,' I explained. 'Why?' he said matter-of-factly. His eyes dared me to defy his question. 'I don't know. I suppose it wasn't working.' 'Why?' he repeated. 'I guess he wasn't what I wanted.' 'I know what you want,' he said. I could feel the perspiration on my upper lip. I looked up at him. His eyes seemed even darker and larger. 'What you want is, I think, what I want.' His hand reached for mine. His thumb brushed the inside of my wrist. The hairs on my forearm bristled with anticipation. As he leaned forwards, I caught the scent of him. Sandalwood and vanilla. And, perhaps, fulfilment too. 'I want to kiss and lick every inch of you. And I think you want that too.' He raised my hand to his mouth and kissed the inside of my wrist. 'Stop it. You don't know anything about me,' I protested. 'I know that there are two Beths. There's the one the world sees -- put upon, hard-working, do-the-right-thing Beth. Then, there's the other one, isn't there? The Beth that you want to be. I looked down at the table, unable to speak. 'Which will you be today, Beth?' I shrugged. 'Look,' he continued. 'I was supposed to have a meeting this afternoon but it's cancelled. You were supposed to see your friend. We can write off the day and creep back to our little lives. Or we can enjoy the circumstance that has brought us together. One afternoon. You and I. An afternoon we will never forget.' In the pit of my stomach I could feel the same sensations as when I thought about my fantasy lover: the fear, the curiosity, the shame, but more than all of them, the wanting. There was no way that I could say yes to him. But nor could I say no. If this is to happen, I thought to myself, he will simply take me -- he won't seek my consent. He opened his wallet, placed a ten pound note on the table and helped me to my feet. ****** Lovers, half-believing each half-hearted offer, deceived and deceiving, may choose to forego their losses for living by barter, and proffer a getting and giving in Love's quid pro quo. Thomas held my hand tightly and swept me across the road between the stationary taxis and the kamikaze cyclists. We hurried through the drizzle down towards Tower Bridge and then took the slip road to St Katharine's Dock. A hotel rose imperiously next to the tower of the bridge. Only as we entered did I begin to sense pangs of nervousness. Until then I had felt like an automaton under his control. While Thomas registered at the reception desk, I sat on a sofa in the vast foyer and wondered what on earth I was doing. I had never had a one night stand in my life, and now here I was about to go to bed with a man I had met less than an hour ago. In fact, as I sat there pondering, I realised that I had enjoyed a one night stand before. Wasn't that what I had intended with Robert? On that first evening I had thought him cute when I spotted him through the haze of a drunken party. And, high on drink and adventure, I had wanted him so badly. But it was just going to be one of those things -- ships that pass in the night, sex with no strings, instant gratification …. All the usual clichés. And the sex that night had been good, wonderful even. He had proved a generous, patient lover, bringing me to the edge of orgasm with tongue and fingers before finishing me off with his slow, rhythmic fucking. And that's where it should have ended. A pleasant experience, an evening's aberration. We could have left it there and when we met again, squirmed with embarrassment at the memory -- our guilty little secret. Wouldn't that have been better than the misery we had heaped upon each other as we sleepwalked from one day to the next, from one year to the next? Nor had that been the only one night stand. There had, of course, been Jools too. But that was just a gift shared between girlfriends. A little foolishness, and no harm done. This time it would be different. This was almost a transaction between strangers: giving and taking, a mere lending of our bodies for mutual pleasure, and then we would part. No looking back. Thomas strolled over, a smile on his face. 'All done,' he said and flourished the key card. 'Room 924.' Waiting for the lift, ahead of us, was a little old lady. She turned to us as we approached, smile indulgently up at Thomas as though he were her favourite grandson and then, for some reason, scowled at me. 'Second floor,' she said to Thomas. He pressed the buttons and stood beside me. Sneakily he slipped his hand into the back pocket of my jeans and squeezed my bottom. 'Here we are,' he announced as the lift stopped. She smiled again at Thomas as she left, but ignored me. No sooner had the lift door closed than Thomas pushed me up against the door of the lift. One hand was in my hair, sweeping it from my face, the other under my chin, raising my face to his. His lips were smooth and full. My own opened with reluctant eagerness and his tongue found mine. Too soon the bell rang and the doors sprang open again. I pulled apart from him and stumbled out of the lift, almost falling into the arms of a startled Japanese couple. I burbled some apology and covered my face with embarrassment but Thomas was laughing uproariously. Rainy Days and Fantasies Ch. 01 He grabbed my hand and pulled me along the corridor. 918, 920, 922, I counted off the rooms as he dragged me towards my fate. Outside our room we embraced again, our kisses urgent and needful, our hearts beating like drums. Rainy Days & Mondays It started like any other Monday morning. I was running late for work, it was raining, and the coffee maker was on the fritz. I was just grabbing my umbrella and running out the door when I heard the elevator door close. Great, now I had to wait for the damn thing to go all the way to the lobby, then back up again. As soon as the elevator finally came back, I rushed on. While juggling my briefcase and my umbrella, I hit the button for the lobby. I was so preoccupied with trying to think of a good excuse to give my boss for once again being tardy, that I barely noticed the man sharing the elevator with me. We had gotten to the eighth floor when the elevator screeched to a halt and the lights went out, plunging me into darkness. My first thought was that now I was going to be even later, until I realized that a power outage was just the excuse I needed. I was wondering how long I would be stuck in there, when large hands came from behind me to rest on my hip bones and pull me back against a solid wall of flesh. I gasped and started to protest, but let’s face it, I had nothing better to do and I couldn’t think of a more pleasurable way to pass the time. So instead of pulling away, I pushed back into him until his large erection brushed against my ass. His hands slid down the tops of my legs to the hem of my skirt, then started back up across the insides of my thighs taking the skirt with it. He had very strong hands and when he got to the sensitive insides of my thighs he started to squeeze, almost to the point of causing pain, but not quite. I could feel the adrenaline flowing through my veins. Part of me was a little scared -this was a total stranger and I had no idea what he might do to me- the other part of me was really turned on. The darkness gave me complete anonymity, which created a freedom I had never experienced before. His fingers slipped under my panties and he pressed his palm against my mons. His fingers were sifting through my pubic hair before they slipped lower into my slit. My God, I could not believe how wet I was. His finger started teasing my clit; I moaned and moved my hands to his thighs to brace myself. His touch was firm without a trace of gentleness. He was driving me crazy! He plunged his finger into my pussy and I began to grind my ass against his cock. He felt huge. I reached behind him, grasped his firm butt and pulled him even closer. His finger continued to spear in and out of my pussy while he stroked my clit with his thumb. I was starting to climax; my juices soaked his fingers and my panties. I was still gasping for breath, my legs were trembling when he turned me around and pushed me up against the wall. I could feel his hands at my waist, then they moved up my ribs to my breasts. He took both my lush globes in his hands and pinched the nipples until they were tight little buds. His hot mouth soon replaced his hands as he began sucking at one distended nipple through my sheer blouse and lacy little bra. His hot breath fanned between my breasts as he moved to give the other nipple equal attention. His hands brushed the sensitive peaks as he grabbed both sides of my blouse and ripped it apart. The clasp on my bra didn’t slow his progress; he unhooked it with nimble fingers to free my heaving breasts. When he had accomplished his task, his hands once again found my breasts while his lips blazed a trail up the side of my neck. I reached for his T-shirt and pulled it out of his jeans. I put my hands under the shirt to run my fingers over his tight abs. His chest was smooth and his muscles rippled under my fingers. I wanted to brush my nipples across his chest and was tugging at his shirt to get it off. I finally managed and was rewarded when he pulled me to him so that my breasts were flattened against his chest. He began biting my neck causing my stomach to tighten into a knot. I reached for his jeans, got them unbuttoned, and worked the zipper down. His erection sprang into my hands. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. Impatiently he moved my hands aside, pushed his jeans down the rest of the way, and stepped out of them. Leaving me standing in an elevator with a completely naked man! When he moved back against me his cock grazed against my stomach. I wrapped my hand around it and began to stroke its hot, silky length. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees. He grabbed the back of my hair pulling back hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. As I opened my mouth to protest he slammed his cock into it all the way to the hilt. It took me a minute to relax my throat enough to accommodate his large size and I almost gagged until I did. He started to move my head so his dick rammed into my mouth, bring my lips all the way to the base of his cock and grinding my face into his pubic hair. I sucked him hard and used my tongue to massage his dick. I brought one hand up and circled the base of his cock and applied pressure until I heard him moan, and ran my tongue up and down his cock. He tasted so good I couldn’t get enough of him. I moved down and sucked his balls into my mouth, one at a time. When I’d had my fill I moved back up and started working on his cock again. He was so big and I could taste his pre-cum on the tip of his dick. I was so excited my juices were flowing from my pussy and running down my legs. I still had my hand around the base of his cock and I cupped his balls with the other. Now both of his hands were in my hair and he was moving his cock in and out of my mouth rapidly. I could feel his balls tighten up in my hand just as he began to shudder and shot his load of cum into my mouth. I kept sucking him until he didn’t have any more to give. When I finished I was amazed that his cock was still rock hard. He lifted me off the floor until I could wrap my legs around his waist. He moved forward until I was pinned against the wall, then reached down, moved my panties to one side and slammed his cock into my hot wet pussy with enough force to make me scream. With my legs still wrapped around his waist, he slammed into me again and again, hot and fast. I had never been so wet in my life. My cunt muscles were contracting around his enormous erection. His hands were gripping my ass and he slid a finger between my checks, rubbing around the rim of my asshole. Then his finger plunged inside. I climaxed immediately, shaking and screaming my pleasure. He came right after I did, shooting his load deep inside my pussy. When he set me back on my feet, my legs wouldn’t support me and I slid to the floor of the elevator. He knelt down in front of me and moved me away from the wall, pushing my shoulders back so that I was lying on the floor. Then I felt him move over me, trailing hot kisses down my neck, around my breasts, over my ribs, and along my stomach. His hands gripped my ass to lift it so he could bury his face in my cunt. I let my legs fall wide and tilted my hips up even further. My panties had fallen back into place somewhere on the way down and he was nipping at them with his teeth. Then he grabbed them from the back and pulled, the thin straps on the sides gave way and he tossed them aside. Only seconds later he was devouring me like a man possessed. He was rubbing his whole face in my cunt and his razor stubble was scratching against my clit, making it throb. His tongue started circled my clit over and over again, before sucking the tiny nubbin into his mouth and nipping at it with his teeth. At the same time he was stroking his finger in and out of my cunt. Oh Lord, that felt good. I had my hands tangled in his hair trying to draw him even closer. He replaced his one finger with two, while his tongue kept doing those delicious things to my clit. Then three fingers. Then four. He moved his face and hands away from my cunt; I whimpered and tried to draw him back. The next moment I experienced the most intense pain/pleasure I ever had. He had shoved his fist up inside my pussy and was fist-fucking me until I thought I would split apart. My sheath stretched tightly around his pumping fist, never had I been so completely filled. Waves of pleasure rolled over my body and began to spin out of control, my orgasm shattering me into a thousand tiny pieces. Before I could recover, he moved up over my body until he was lying on top of me. He ran his hands up my sides then down my arms. He took both my hands in his and raised my arms over my head; he easily grasped both my wrists in one of his large hands. He moved up so his crotch was in my face. With his other hand he held his cock and rubbed it across my lips. I eagerly opened my mouth and took him inside. He tasted like his cum and my cunt. With my head flat on the floor and his weight pinning my shoulders down it was almost impossible to move. I could only run my tongue over his dick when he brought close to my mouth. He was stroking his cock as he kept rubbing the tip of it across my face and over my tongue. He shot his load on my face then put his cock in my mouth so I could suck him clean. When I had finished, he flipped me over onto my stomach and lifted my ass into the air so I was on my knees but my head was still on the floor. He moved behind me and I felt his tongue on my pussy again. He moved his tongue up until he was rimming my tight asshole with it. No one had ever licked my ass before and at first I was a little unsure. But the more he did it the better it felt. Then he put his tongue in my ass and I could feel moisture trickling down the inside of my thighs. He moved away and then I felt the head of his dick slide along my clit then sink into my pussy again. He felt so good I was grinding my ass against him begging him to fuck me again. He took his dick out of my cunt and started to tease me with it I was crying I wanted to be fucked so desperately. Finally he stopped teasing and I thought I was going to get what I wanted so badly -his big, hot cock fucking me hard!- instead he slapped my ass hard enough to sting. I cried out, but he started rubbing my clit with the head of his cock again. I was grinding my ass against him until I was panting I wanted him so much. But he pulled away. I was sure he was going to spank my ass again, so I was surprised to feel him caressing my ass with both his hands. Before I knew what was happening, he spread my ass checks apart and slammed his enormous cock into my virgin ass. Searing, white-hot pain exploded through my body, its intensity causing my muscles to spasm violently. He had carefully and meticulously aroused me to the verge of euphoric pleasure then sent me plummeting into the depths of abject misery. Somewhere beyond the pain, the arousal still existed, refusing to be denied. The two converse sensations warred within me, my agonized body screaming for release. The pain and pleasure blended to become something entirely different, something sublime, making me want to surrender to the exquisite torment. As if he could sense the moment I gave myself up to it, he began to stroke my clit with his fingers. I came instantly; the force of my climax was mind-blowing. I could feel him coming also, shooting his load of cum up my ass. I collapsed to the floor, completely spent. I vaguely wondered what he would do to me next. I felt his hands stroking my legs. But, just then, the lights came on and the elevator started to move again. I jumped up and began straightening my clothes; he was putting his on too. By the time we reached the lobby and the doors opened, I had my skirt pushed down and my blouse back on; half the buttons were missing so I had to hold it shut. One of my stockings had fallen down around my ankle and I had no idea where my panties had gone. He had managed to get his clothes on and as soon as the doors opened he stepped off the elevator as if nothing had happened. He didn’t even look back. I stayed where I was and when the doors shut again I pushed the button for my floor. Thank God no one had gotten on. I made it back up to my apartment without running into anyone. Once I was safely inside, I looked at the clock on the wall and realized I had been stuck in that elevator for almost two hours having my brains fucked out by a complete stranger. I also realized I had no idea what his name was or even a clear image of what he looked like. I thought about taking a shower and getting ready to go to work again, but I thought to hell with it, I was exhausted and I was going back to bed. Oh well, I didn’t want to go out in the rain anyway. Rainy Days and Mondays Beth reached behind and unzipped the gauzy dress she'd worn to work, letting it fall to the floor in a puddle of silky, transparent, wet fabric. The spring rain on such a cool day left her surprised and shivering. She kicked off her strappy heels as Ben set aside his laptop, watching her pass through the bedroom to the bath. He was reminded of the unashamed quality about her he loved so much. He followed her scent, the rain and the remainder of the day's perfume. She bent over turning the heat in the shower to a steaming temperature. Ben stared at the panties not nearly big enough to cover her ripe cheeks. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and kicked his jeans to the floor before she could undo her bra. Beth could feel the heat from the shower emanating almost as hot as that of the man behind her. When he reached for her, she pulled him into the steam. She held his hand in hers and guided him to the protrusion of her nipples through the tight weave of her mesh bra. He groaned into her ear, his breath sending a tingle down her spine. Ben pressed against her, his cock hard, ready, wanting to bend her at the waist and be done with it. But, she wanted more. Her hand guided his to the wet netting between her legs where her slick juices intermingled with the water flowing from above them. Beth sucked in her breath as he found his own way beneath her panties and straight to her clit. He rubbed gently, circling, exciting, the way she had taught him. Before he could penetrate with his long fingers, she turned and danced him under the showerhead. When she dropped to her knees, he closed his eyes and waited. Then, there it was, her firm grip, her open mouth and her talented tongue. No woman had ever sucked his cock the way she could, taking him right to the edge again and again. Beth began with his balls, stroking his cock firmly, rhythmically in one hand. She tickled his scrotum with first her fingers, and then her tongue. She sucked one ball into her mouth at a time, one, the other, one more time. They grew tight, and he grew harder. She slowed her stroking. Looking up into his blue eyes, she slid him between her lips one meandering inch at a time until his hair tickled her nose. Her tongue caressed the nether side of his cock, and he leaned back against the shower wall. More of the water splashed into her face as she moved up and down, slow, then fast, teasing him, taking him, making him her own. Ben wrapped his hands into her soaked, long hair, and pushed deeper into her mouth, her throat as she opened for him. Beth allowed his insistence, something she did more and more. He could barely make out in the mist of the shower that one hand had left him and was between her legs. Beth stroked her clit to the same rhythm that she jacked his cock. She knew she needed more than her own fingers between her thighs. She let him slip from her mouth and stood as he cried out a little in protest. The offensive dismissal of his cock was rewarded with a view of Beth bent over in front of him, sliding her panties to her ankles and pulling herself open for him. There was no more beautiful, evocative invitation. As Ben stepped forward, Beth reached for the wall, bracing herself. He teased her, rubbing the head of his swollen cock against the folds of her pussy, opening her slowly, even as she pushed back against him. He played with her for only a moment, knowing she needed it, wanted it, wouldn't be denied for much longer. Still, he pushed inside her with languor, savoring the give and grasp of her pussy. Fully embedded, he pulled her back to him, bringing a gasp from her lips. Beth moaned and whispered, "Please." Beth knew she'd turned the tables with a single word, but she didn't care. That one word inspired his passion. He pulled out and drove deep inside of her again. He held her still and impaled. She begged again, and shivered as the water drizzled from Ben shoulders to her back. The hot water pounded Ben's back, and he began to pound Beth. Fast and hard, he thrust into her, enjoying her every noise, the scent of her excitement as it rose up through the mist, how she pressed back wanting more. She was beginning to lose control. Ben's grip on her ass tightened. He was getting close, holding off for her. The slick feel of her, the tightness engulfing him, he knew he had little time. He released one hip and slipped his arm around her. Finding her exploring fingers, he gently pushed them away. Beth used her free hand to grasp the wall again, knowing he would drive her over the edge. He'd barely circled her clit and tugged at her engorged lips when she cried out, pushed back again and came. He fucked her deep, with hard, firm strokes, taking her further, faster, delivering her to the point of frenzied bliss. As she went limp in his grasp, he let go of his reserve, burying his cum deep inside her pulsing, trembling pussy. He screamed her name, and she sighed at his release. As he slid out, he put his arm around her waist and pulled her entire body back under the water with him. He picked up the soap and pushed her long hair to the side. Beginning with her freckled shoulders, he washed, tracing each small dot. Smiling, she finally asked, "So, how was your day, honey?" He smiled and used his thumbs to rub deep into the spot between her shoulder blades that always made her exhale. "It was great," he teased, "Except I have that English professor who insists on wearing heels and dresses you can practically see through. All I can think of is fucking her." "Hmm," Beth sighed, "Lucky woman." ~**~Thanks for letting me share my story with you! Please take a moment and vote!~**~