3 comments/ 12630 views/ 2 favorites The Away Day By: Shinzon by Shinzon and Barenecessity Dan sat quietly at his desk, clutching a full cup of café noir in his hands. Normally by this time, he would have enjoyed at least two cups of the revitalizing liquid but this morning it remained untouched. As he stared deeply into the blackness of the rich Brazilian coffee, his facial expressions fluctuated between ecstatic to melancholy. Sighing heavily, he raised his head ever so slowly and glanced across the desk at his wife's picture. Pausing momentarily, his full attention then focused upon the Bible before him. Narrowing his eyes, Dan read aloud the words of Matthew 5:27-28 once again. Jesus said, "You have heard that it was said, 'Do not commit adultery.' But I tell you that anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart." He thoughtfully stroked his well-kept salt and pepper beard, looking long and hard at the image being reflected upon the black surface. Vivid images of last night thrilled and disturbed him equally. One minute he smiled; the next he grimaced as conflicting emotions washed over him. Catching a glimmer of light reflecting from his gold wedding band, he slammed his large hand angrily onto the desk. "Who are you?" he asked the man staring back at him. ********** 'What was he thinking and feeling this morning?' wondered Rachel as she eased into her chair and logged onto the computer. Uncertainties combined with insecurities caused her mind to race unchecked, conjuring up scenario after scenario. An uncomfortable tightness formed in her throat and chest as waves of anxiety washed over her. 'You bloody fool girl, what have you done?' she berated herself. 'You've really landed yourself in shit now!' Rachel tried to steady herself and go about business as usual, but the prevailing nervousness and frustration prevented her from concentrating. She shuffled paperwork back and forth, going through the motions but she was not really paying attention. Startled by the sound of a new instant message, Rachel jumped. In dismay, she watched the flashing Communicator in the corner of her screen; it was an instant message from her boss, Dan. Her hand shook as she double clicked on the icon. [dreynolds]: We need to talk ... about last night. Meet me at the Garden Terrace at lunch. Butterflies churned in her stomach as she read the succinct words over and over. She needed something to put her mind at rest but his words were void of feelings. Negative emotions clouded her judgment and fueled her anxiety. She searched the message repeatedly but couldn't find anything positive in them. Feelings of rejection threatened to overwhelm her as she stared at the cold instruction. Fighting back the tears which welled inside, Rachel lowered her face, locked her computer screen, grabbed her handbag and walked swiftly to the ladies room. Once safely locked behind the confines of a stall, she leaned her head backwards, closed her eyes and allowed her emotions to run unchecked. Tears streamed down her face as she cried silently. 'Jesus girl, what were you thinking? He's married!' she thought, dabbing her eyes regularly to avoid staining her dark blue suit. 'Flirting and having a little fun was one thing but letting the boss fuck you .......! You can't even blame drink for your behaviour. You just let him!' 'Christ, he must think I'm a complete slut. No wonder he ignored me this morning.' 'Well girl, you can't bloody sit in here all day. What is that old adage? Oh yes, attack is the best form of defense!' Rachel's pride and defiance kicked into gear and she quickly formulated a strategy to extricate herself from the embarrassing situation. Inspired by her newfound strength, she actually believed a certain amount of dignity could still be maintained. Rachel got up, dried her eyes and exited the stall. After washing her hands, she made a quick check of herself in the mirror, smoothed her pencil skirt and tugged her jacket in place before exiting the ladies room. She walked directly to her desk where she picked up the phone and promptly dialed an internal extension. When Dan returned from his 10:30 a.m. appointment, he picked up the stack of messages from his desk and quickly scanned Rachel's precise writing, prioritizing the messages in his mind. Noticing the voicemail indicator flashing, he picked up the receiver. Most were routine calls but the last message caught him by complete surprise. "Morning Dan, it's Laura. Could you give me a call when you have a min. Rachel has been to see me this morning and we need to chat. Ext 56238. I'm free most of the morning". Dan leaned back in his chair, stunned and perplexed by Laura's call. 'Why had Rachel been to see Human Relations?' he wondered. 'Was she sick? Was she leaving? Had she filed some sort of complaint about him? Oh god, did it have something to do with their intimacy last night?' As Rachel returned to her workstation with a tray of drinks, she could see Dan was on the phone as the indicator light glowed in her peripheral vision. She knew from experience that HR would have contacted him by now and it was quite possible she was the reason he was on the phone. Having distributed the drinks, she squared her shoulders with steely resolve, focused on her screen and systematically dealt with the various requests for her time. Externally, she appeared to be under control but deep inside Rachel was dying. She knew that in another hour, it would all be over. Dan replaced the receiver, leaned back into his chair and exhaled deeply. He stared at the phone with a perplexed look. 'What kind of fucking game is that girl playing?' he questioned, feeling his heart beat fiercely within his barrel chest. Dan felt as though Rachel had undermined his authority and was not pleased in the least. 'That little lady needs a lesson on who's the boss around here,' he concluded and formulated a strategy for their upcoming meeting. He wanted to ensure his secretary clearly understood the lay of the land in these circumstances. Later that morning, Dan pressed the button for the 10th floor and waited patiently for the elevator doors to close. He always enjoyed going to the Garden Terrace as it offered a place of refuge from the hustle and bustle of the business world below. When Rachel arrived, he stood, slid out the accompanying chair and steadied it for her as she joined him on the terrace. Her refusal to make eye contact only confirmed what he already knew. "Rachel, we need to talk," he said with a low, deep voice. The firmness in his tone reflected his conviction. He gently tilted her chin up until he could see her tanned face. She didn't utter a word nor need to as her soft brown eyes spoke for her. "Last night was not a fluke, nor just some random fuck! I don't regret it in the least. Yes, there is a sense of guilt. Yes, I am wrestling with my conscience but rest assured what we experienced was real, very real and if possible I want to continue a relationship with you." Rachel's doe-like eyes widened as she listened very carefully to each and every word. "Rachel, this wasn't a one night stand and I want you to understand that. It has touched me deeply just as it has rocked you. Believe me Rachel; it is very, very real. In a couple of weeks, we'll be having a Company Away Day and hopefully it will give us some quality time ... to get our heads around this." With that, he paused briefly, and passed her a lunchbox meal. As he stood up to leave, he leaned down to ensure their conversation was not overheard. "Oh by the way, Laura from HR called me this morning, informing me of your request for a transfer. I denied the request, telling Laura that a sufficient case for transfer hadn't been made and stressed the needs of the business outweighed the desires of the individual." Whilst bending forward to emphasize his next words, he paused momentarily to look deep into her eyes. "Rachel, I would be devastated should you leave. More than anything, I want you by my side, personally and professionally. Nevertheless, if you find you can no longer work for me, I want you to tell me to my fucking face. Otherwise, I expect you to get back to your desk after lunch and perform your duties in accordance with the high standards you have consistently set for the office." After a brief pause, he continued, "Apologies love, but I have to run. I have an audit meeting in five and can't be late." "I love you ... allow me to show it!" he said smilingly. As he turned to walk away, he squeezed her hand tenderly and headed off towards the elevator. After a few steps, he stopped abruptly, turned and added, "Oh by the way, check your bottom desk drawer when you get back to the office." ********** The morning of the Company Away Day finally arrived and Rachel's eyes shot open in excited anticipation the moment the alarm sounded. She smiled coyly as her hand travelled over the dark blue satin sheets, rubbing the empty space beside her. 'Tonight ... maybe tonight I won't sleep alone,' she sighed. Eager to start the day, she hurriedly threw back the curtains, allowing the sunlight to stream inside. Two weeks ago, Dan had turned her life upside down, awakening something deep inside. Although they had barely spoken about that evening, he had made it very clear he wanted her. Not a day had gone by without her thinking about their lovemaking. Those exuberant thoughts of him and him fucking her again made her vivacious and ravenous, and the morning's warm sunshine energized her all the more. Padding barefoot to the shower, Rachel tested the temperature of the streaming water with an upturned palm and then stepped inside. While the hot pulsating jets did wonders for her tense muscles, they could do little to calm her mind. She wished she could just stop thinking of him but she couldn't. Her hands roaming over her body didn't help matters much as she replayed that night yet again in her mind. Dan was authoritative and masterful by nature and her body had responded to his lovemaking naturally and without shame. Lovemaking hell, he had fucked her. Damn, he had fucked her good and proper. In the heat of the moment, she had relinquished control and allowed herself to be swept away by his lust. God, it had felt so good and she ached for a replay; her body craved it. 'Now look at you and the state you're in!' screamed the little voice inside her. 'He's married! What the hell are you playing at, you stupid girl.' As the berating words echoed inside, the tingling sensation within her loins spoke with stark opposition. She needed him to fuck her again, and her vaginal muscles twitched in affirmation. Rachel slapped the wet tile with her hand, pursed her lips, determinedly grabbed the shower gel and began lathering her body. She hoped the familiarity of action would help her focus but her mind betrayed her yet again. Visions of Dan's soapy palms caressing her full breasts raced through her mind. Her imagination quickly took control, and her cunt responded, pulsing and throbbing with need. She desperately wanted Dan there ... now. As the hot water continued to stream down, she succumbed to her body's desire. Rachel sighed as the flat of her hand rubbed across her trimmed mound; she imagined his hands reaching around her waist, exploring her pussy. As her fingers parted her labia and slowly inched their way upwards, she bit her lower lip and leaned back against the shower wall, pressing firmly against the tiles to steady herself. "Fuckkkk," she moaned softly as her fingertips brushed lightly over her clitoris. Sandwiching her clit between her fingers, she began a gentle up and down rhythm. Instinctually, her hips slowly swayed to and fro in response to the sensual massage. She groaned as a single finger slipped inside. Envisioning his hardness rubbing against her buttocks, she spread her legs and inserted a second finger. Her own wetness combined with the warm water eased the passage of her probing fingers. Within minutes, her steady rhythm caused her breathing to deepen. As the harmonious actions of her hands brought her closer and closer to the edge, she shuddered and moaned profusely. Rachel's hastened the vigorous, counter-clockwise motions upon her clit, and gasped for air as tremors of pleasure ripped through her body. The release came hard and fast, forcing her legs to tremble. She groaned in ecstasy from the pleasure of her own hands. While her orgasm was tame in comparison to the one Dan had spawned that night, it had served its purpose and she was now able to focus. She quickly showered then grabbed a towel from the rail. After rubbing a small towel through her dripping dark hair, she wrapped a bath towel around her body and returned to the bedroom to get ready. Toweling herself dry, Rachel sat in front of the satinwood dressing table and reached for the long rectangular box. She held it in her trembling hand and smiled as she recalled seeing it in her desk drawer at work for the first time. Once again, she slowly opened the lid and gazed at the delicate tanzanite and silver necklace nestled within. Lifting it gently from its grey velvet casing, she took the two ends of the necklace and slid them around her neck, fumbling uncertainly with the clasp. Once secured, she gazed at her reflection in the mirror thoughtfully. The necklace had been a source of contention between them. Rachel's innate sense of pride had been unwilling to accept the gift, and Dan's profound sense of ownership demanded her acceptance. 'Let's see how he likes it on me,' she thought as she gazed at her reflection again. After dabbing a scant amount of perfume to each pulse point, Rachel selected her attire for the morning, dressed quickly and headed downstairs. ********** Dan understood and valued the importance of events like Company Away Days. Throughout his career, he had used these events to build high performance teams. He understood group dynamics and was more than willing expend the time and energy required to make this event successful, productive and fun. 'Good choice Rachel,' he thought as he turned onto the road leading to the resort. The panoramic view of the surrounding countryside and the beauty of the magnificent mansion in the distance were breathtaking. The morning session was chock-full of corporate activities. Dan had a difficult time concentrating on the proceedings because when he wasn't daydreaming about Rachel, he was stealing glances at her. His eyes were constantly drawn to the shimmering sequins which highlighted the tiers of her white, gypsy-styled skirt. Whenever she leaned forward, her matching décolleté, sleeveless top offered an engaging view of her tanned arms and shapely tanned breasts. With satisfaction, Dan noticed the necklace shining against her glowing skin and smiled to himself discreetly. She had accepted his gift and by association his authority, but he knew it would take far more than a mere trinket to master that woman. Fortunately, he was able to slip her his business card during one of the breaks. Rachel being inquisitive by nature needed to know what was on the card so she took the opportunity to go to the ladies room before the session resumed. It read: 'Meet me at my car after lunch.' Once the morning activities and lunch were out of the way, Rachel slipped off to her room to change. She was anxious to meet Dan and her heart thumped with excitement and anticipation. As he watched her make her way across the parking lot, his adrenaline soared as he thought about being alone with her again. He smiled as a strong breeze caught hold of her maxi-length georgette dress, flipping it up around her waist. He chuckled to himself as he watched her struggle to hold it down. Whilst the bold yellow floral print was quite stunning, those scalloped yellow panties underneath got his mind reeling. Dan opened the car door for Rachel, held her hand as she got inside and then closed the door after she was safely secured. Getting in at the driver's side, he quickly buckled his seat belt and jammed the key into the ignition. Turning to her, he grabbed her arm and held it in a gentle grip. "Rachel? Rachel, look at me!" he demanded. Rachel took a deep breath and slowly turned to face her boss. "Rachel, I can't think of anyone I'd rather spend this afternoon with—none I want more by my side ... in life. I know I'm married. I realize it's wrong to care about you but my feelings are real. They cannot be denied nor silenced so unless you ask me to stop I fully intend to pursue you". Rachel's hands trembled as she cupped his bearded face and looked deeply into his eyes. There was a sincerity that could not be denied and her eyes welled with tears. Dan nuzzled her palm, kissed the well of her hand and gazed into her beautiful brown eyes. Grinning, he shifted position in his seat and fired the ignition. Within 10 minutes, they pulled into the parking lot of the Cholmondely Castle Garden. As the passenger door closed, he pressed Rachel against the side of the car and kissed her. Her lips were so inviting, soft to the touch, warm and moist. He enfolded her in his arms as their kiss deepened; their tongues entwined, dancing with each other. His determined hands roamed over her curves, causing their breathing to deepen. Rachel melted against him, sighing deeply into his mouth as his fingers deliberately brushed against her breasts. Feeling his groin tighten, he groaned deeply; his cock strained fiercely against his jeans. "Okay, you heathen Yankee, it's time to take in the gardens and give you a history lesson," announced Rachel, pushing him back playfully. Reluctantly, Dan stepped away, smiled and took her by the hand, leading her in the direction of the Castle. In a leisurely manner, they visited each of the majestic gardens, admiring the unique beauty each had to offer. Afterwards, they returned to the car for a brief respite. Rachel's face flushed with excitement when Dan opened the trunk to retrieve a cool box and blanket. She nodded approvingly as they set out back across the sweeping lawns. Dan spread the blanket out and began unpacking the cool box. "Close your eyes," commanded Dan. Rachel grinned as she felt a velvety substance brush lightly against her cheek. She inhaled deeply as Dan trailed the velvety pedals slowly across her face. Her eyes opened as the gentle, romantic scent registered in her mind. "Somebody peeked," he teased, placing the single long stem rose across her lap. Dan poured them each a glass of Amarone and the couple spent the next twenty minutes teasing each other's sense of taste and smell. "To our awakening and to us!" he toasted. "To us," responded Rachel. Her eyes glistening as she looked at him. Pushing the bottle and glasses aside, they reclined upon the blanket and stretched out to enjoy the sunshine. In short order Rachel began to fidget as they talked. "Mind if I sunbathe for a little while?" she asked suddenly and unexpectedly. Dan nodded approvingly and checked to ensure their picnic spot was indeed truly private. Rachel slipped the maxi dress over her head without ceremony and settled back onto the blanket, resting her head against her handbag. As he gazed upon her near naked form, a flood of memories assailed him. His body ached for her; his sensitive erection strained fiercely against his jeans. Rachel sighed as his feather light kisses traced a path along the elastic edge of her pink panties. A long languorous lick followed, leaving a moist trail of saliva in its wake. His warm breath blew gently across her moistened skin, inciting a low moan. As his caressing lips made their way slowly upward, she purred approvingly. She shivered with delight as his swirling tongue traced the edge of her navel, and when it delved deep inside she moaned deeply, grasping the blanket with both hands. The Away Day Rachel's intoxicating aroma, the salty taste of her skin, and the heat radiating from her body were enticing, and Dan's senses quickly shifted into overdrive. Rachel groaned in pleasure as he brushed against the underside of her breast, kissing and licking the highly sensitive skin. She bucked in response, tilted her back and thrust her breast into his face. Catching the hint, he flicked his tongue across her nipple. She moaned ecstatically as Dan's mouth enveloped her sensitive bud, sucking and biting. "Dan!" she cried, her words fueled by lust. Without hesitation, Dan slid his fingers inside her panties and immediately sought her moist centre. As his finger slipped inside the folds of her labia, her breathing quickly became ragged, almost to the point of panting. Waves of sexual energy surged through her body as his fingers slid up and down the length of each lip, gently pulling, massaging and stretching the sensitive tissue. She cried out in ecstasy, grinding her pelvis against his hand. "Breathe baby," Dan encouraged whilst continuing to massage her pussy lips. Dan gazed into Rachel's eyes and could tell she was getting very close to orgasm. Reacting instinctively, he hooked his fingers into the edge of her panties and tugged them down abruptly. Moans of pleasures ensued as she watched Dan go down on her. Rachel knew she should say no and stop him but her body overrode her judgment. "Yesssssssss", moaned Rachel loudly as she felt Dan's tongue applying pressure to her now swollen lips. Rachel was incredibly natural and totally abandoned. The mere scent of her sex made Dan growl deeply. He savored her unique sweetness, teasing her with slow, leisurely, ice cream cone licks. Rachel trembled as his tongue had its way with her. Tantalizing her further, he spread her lips with his fingers and thrust his tongue inside her. Enthralled by the deep rhythmic strokes, Rachel moaned deeply, grabbed him by the hair and pulled him firmly against her mons pubis, forcing his tongue to probe even deeper. "Aaahhhh," she gasped as he locked his lips on her clitoris and slid two fingers deep into her vagina. As Dan held her sensitive clit captive, he sucked, licked and nibbled tenaciously. Rachel bucked, arched her back and squeezed her thighs firmly against his face as the floodgates of passion opened. Dan hungrily lapped the torrent of juices which flowed from her cunt. As the euphoria of the moment lingered, Rachel began to relax and her mind drifted. "You bugger!" yelped Rachel as a splash of cold water landing upon her warm skin brought her back to reality. Dan quickly eased the shock by pressing his warm lips to the exact spot where the drop had landed. As subsequent drops fell, Rachel shivered as the cold water trickled down into the pit of her navel. Within minutes, his intentions became crystal clear as he slowly slid the ice cube down her stomach, guiding it slowly to her clitoris. Rachel clutched the blanket with both hands as he gently rubbed the icy substance against her. Dan read her reactions and body perfectly. Suddenly, as if by magic or sleight of hand the ice was gone. "Ohhhhhhhhhh shitttttt Dan," she wailed, feeling the ice cube inside her. Rachel let out a deep feral moan as Dan's mouth encircled her. He sucked the ice out, only to push it back whence it came with his tongue, repeating this countless times until eventually, the ice had completely melted. When it did, Dan simply grabbed another cube from the cool box and started afresh. When the last cube melted, he slid two fingers inside her. She gasped as he worked them in and out of her wetness whilst his tongue flicked wildly around her clitoris. "Oh Dan ... "I'm cumming ... Dan ... ohhhhhhhhhh god I'm cumming," she cried aloud, pulling his face into her pussy. As her juices flowed, she knew his face must be drenched. Dan's hot breath eased the tingling sensation and helped her recover from the slight numbness caused by the ice. As she rolled over onto her side, he curled up behind her, pressing his hot body firmly against hers. She sighed approvingly as he kissed the nape of her neck tenderly and spooned with her. After some time, he glanced at his watch. "Come on, we need to scoot," he said reluctantly and swatted her playfully on the bum. Thanks to Rachel's navigating, they were able to make it back with plenty of time, affording them both the opportunity to grab a quick shower and change of clothes. "I'll see you later tonight once the party has died down," whispered Dan as Rachel broke off for her room. 'Don't keep me waiting too long,' she mouthed before turning to walk up the path. ********** Rachel had a natural beauty about her—both in appearance and manner but tonight she looked particularly ravishing. Her beauty was complemented by a stylish floral print, wraparound dress. The dark blue and rich plum colors accentuated her warm glistening skin and made Rachel stand out in the crowd. Dan smiled with satisfaction once again as he noticed the necklace glimmering at her throat. He wanted to tell her how lovely she looked, but unfortunately, the evening session lacked opportunities for private conversation. Nonetheless, Dan made sure she felt his presence throughout the night. Long after midnight, Dan finally found an opportunity to safely extricate himself from the festivities. The other partners and senior members of the firm gave him a rash of shit about his lame excuse but he was finally free nonetheless. "I always knew you Yanks couldn't hold your liquor," laughed one partner as Dan turned and headed off towards his room. Dan just smiled and continued to slip away from the small group, knowing full well he was completely sober. He had totally avoided alcohol all night as he wanted his senses sharp and on high alert. Upon reaching Rachel's room, Dan rapped his knuckles against the heavy wooden door. Seconds later the door opened slowly, revealing her scantily clad body partially hidden within the shadows. Dan pushed the door open, stepped inside and then closed and locked the door behind him. Although the dim light made seeing difficult, he sensed something was amiss. As his eyesight adjusted to the dimness, he stepped closer and pressed a single finger to her lips. He slowly raised her chin with his thumb and looked into her defiant eyes. "Cheeky bastard," she mumbled, giving him a cold, hard stare. "You kept me waiting for three fucking hours!" Several hours ago she writhed in pleasure but now her demeanor was noticeably different. The slight tremor in her hands was revealing, but the tone of her words spoke volumes. Rachel was nervous and afraid—afraid that he wouldn't show up. Swift and seamlessly, Dan ran his hands up along her rib cage, lifted her from the ground, and stepped forward, holding her like a rag doll. Rachel felt the air rush from her lugs as she slammed against the wall. She gasped as he leaned into her, pinning her against the surface. One at a time, his hands slid coarsely down her waist, over her hips and rested upon her derrière. As he dug his fingers deep into her flesh, he gazed into those defiant eyes. She started to protest but was promptly silenced by a powerful, intense kiss. Rachel melted and moaned into his mouth. "That's more like it," he chuckled, biting her lower lip. "You complete bastard," she shouted and thrust forward, attempting to headbutt him. Dan moved quickly to dodge her blow and countered by sinking his teeth into her neck like a tiger. She whimpered and bucked in fury, pummeling his back with her fists. He had her and wasn't about to relinquish his hold. She was his, and he marked her several times to prove it. Her pride prevented her from succumbing to his control even though her body smoldered with desire. Rachel challenged him again by drawing her hands and forearms up against his chest. She mustered enough strength to push him slightly back, forcing their eyes to meet. They locked for a second but only for a second as Dan made his next move. Pressing his hungry lips to hers again, he showed her exactly who he was, and what he needed. Seeing the lust in his eyes, Rachel moaned softly and eagerly returned his kiss, displaying her own yearning by gently sucking his tongue into her mouth. Each sizzling kiss made their hearts race faster. Soon they were totally engrossed, devouring each other. Dan wanted her badly. His hands eagerly sought her breasts and squeezed them through the silk material. He roughly pulled each strap of her baby doll down over her shoulder, exposing her nakedness. She gasped, leaned her head back against the wall, and closed her eyes halfway as she enjoyed the exquisite caress of Dan's powerful hands. Seeing her heightened arousal, Dan looked deep into her eyes, flashed a devilish little grin and gave each palm a lingering lick with the flat of his tongue. Rachel gave him a quizzical look but quickly realized his intentions as he placed his moistened palms over her bosom. The circular motions of his hands spiraling inward across her areola created exquisite sensations originating within her nipples. Rachel cried out in pleasure, anxiously awaiting his next move. "Dan ..." she whimpered as he flicked his tongue rapidly across her jutting nipple. Dan's response was muffled and incoherent. The deepness of his voice projected inward, mimicking a vibrator. His indistinct words resonated against her erogenous zone causing her to squirm. Whilst her mind whirled in conflict, she squeezed her legs together trying to fight off the undeniable sensations stirring inside her loins. Once again, he was awakening something primal, and her body was reacting instinctively to his lead. Fueled by the flames of desire, Dan took hold of Rachel's wrists and raised them over her head. Pressing them firmly against the wall, he slid his other hand down the front of her Charmeuse until it cupped her mons. She hissed as his fingers slid under the flimsy material of the G-String and parted the folds of her labia. He kissed her more intensely, then watched her eyes open wide as he pushed an index finger deep inside. She writhed under him as he stoked her desire; his finger sliding rapidly in and out. A second finger quickly followed, inciting her further. He worked her cunt mercilessly, driving her to the brink of orgasm. Dan immediately lifted her right leg around his waist. Instinctively, she guided her left into position and interlocked her ankles as her legs wrapped securely around him. Hearing the sound of his zipper, she pleaded for him to hurry. He quickly shucked his pants and boxers, then continued his assault. Forcing his hand between their bodies, he pulled her G-String roughly aside and guided the velvety head of his cock to her entrance. She gasped as he thrust his manhood deep inside her, filling her completely with his initial plunge. As he fucked her hard against the wall, her eyes rolled back in a state of bliss. Rachel responded to his vigorous rhythm and ground her pelvis hard against his groin. Sensing their impending release, Dan slipped an index finger slowly inside her anus. The raw sensations from his probing finger sent her over the edge. She dug her heels into his butt as the pent up tension released. Her anus clamped tightly around his finger and her vagina muscles contracted, squeezing his rampant member. Spurred by her intense moans, Dan's pace quickened. Soon his semen jetted forth, flooding her pussy. Feeling the hot rush of his seed, Rachel squeezed her vagina muscles repeatedly, milking every drop from his twitching cock. When the world finally drifted back into focus, Rachel's head rested peacefully against his shoulder. Her hands wandered playfully over his chest, feeling it rise and fall as he breathed. Cocooned in his arms, she realized it had been ages since she had been this happy. After some time, Dan scooped her up into his arms and carried her towards the suite's bathroom. Upon entering, he reached inside the shower stall, turned on the water, and adjusted its temperature so that it was nice and hot. He gazed into her eyes whilst sliding the sheer baby doll up over her head. Rachel smiled approvingly as he extended his hand and led her into the steamy shower. The hot water spilling over them served as a catalyst for intimacy. The pulsating jets were stimulating in their own right but mild in comparison to their soapy caress. As his hands roamed over her breasts, abdomen, back and butt, blood rushed to his cock, feeling him with renewed vigor. Growling deeply, he turned Rachel and pressed her hard against the back wall of the shower. As she placed her hands on the wall for support, Dan forced her to lean forward and quickly knelt behind her. "Oh my goddd ..." she groaned as his face plunged between her cheeks; his beard and stubble scratching her delicate skin as he advanced. She pushed her ass backwards in response, further burying his face between her cheeks. "Dirty sod," she cried as his tongue flicked across her puckered anus. The tantalizing sensations from his tongue were so erotic: the more Dan licked, the greater the intensity. Without delay, she writhed against him, craving even more of him ... craving his hard cock inside her. In an attempt to escape his agonizing assault, Rachel raised herself up onto her tiptoes, but his enthusiastic tongue merely delved deeper, lapping her engorged labia unabated. The muskiness of her sex infiltrated his nostrils, filling him with an insatiable lust. Possessed by this overpowering desire, Dan mercilessly explored her vagina, leaving her light-headed, and panting. "Dan, I'm going to faint if you don't do something about it," she pleaded. The poignant image of Rachel's writhing provoked his primal instincts. The blood coursing through his veins boiled with passion, urging him on like a wild beast. Her frenzied cries were aphrodisiacal, fueling his desire to mate. Unable to think straight, the animalistic urge to fuck consumed him. Rampant with desire, he took her savagely against the shower wall. His raw, unadulterated lust unleashed. "Take what you want," she entreated, meeting his rhythm in perfect harmony. Rachel gasped as she felt his engorged cock expand. She clamped her muscles around his pillaging shaft, gripping him like a steel vise. Primal energy surged through his body as he exploded forcefully, filling her cunt again with his seed. Pleasurable warmth suffused her entire body, triggering her own release. As their excitement peaked, the small room echoed with guttural moans and groans. Their breathing slowly returned to normal and Dan leaned forward and bit her playfully on the neck. Rachel's mind wondered as he held her close. 'There was no question Dan still wanted her. There was clearly no pretense in his actions tonight. I just hope there is more to this than pure animal attraction.' "Penny for your thoughts," he asked as Rachel stepped from the shower stall. "Was just thinking of you love," she grinned. Dan searched her eyes before taking a luxurious bath towel from the shelf. Rachel beamed as he meticulously dried her. As the luxurious Egyptian cotton ran over her skin, she shivered. She cautioned him to be careful as he gently brushed her labia. They both laughed, knowing there was amble reason for her soreness. Dan held out his hand and led her to the king-sized bed. With both of them on their sides, he curled up behind her and draped his arm around her. Sated and secure, Rachel closed her eyes and welcomed the approaching slumber. "G'nite sweetheart," he whispered. "I love you." ** All characters are fictitious in this story and no reference is intended to any person living or otherwise. **