0 comments/ 8781 views/ 1 favorites The Hight By: bygeorge30 The night was coming soon. Even now, the last few rays were sweeping from his living room, up the walls, and disappearing from view. He hoped that tonight would be The night, but there was nothing there to suggest it would be. The plans were casual. A simple dinner, some music and talk, and then, who knew? He was nervous, and promptly berated himself for that. He had done this before, why should he be anxious now? The simple rhythms of preparing the food calmed him down. The salad was assembled in short order, red leaf and Romaine lettuce, black olives, artichoke heats, croutons, and a simple vinaigrette dressing. Red raspberry vinaigrette, to be sure, a minor indulgence but one he felt she would agree to. She had, after all, insisted this be a simple meal. She dressed carefully, but casually. This would be the night, if she had anything to do with it. They had danced around this long enough, and even if she had to throw him down, it would happen. Her hands shook slightly as she put on her necklace, a simple strand of pearls that set off the tan she had been working on. A blue silk blouse, and smooth black skirt, with matching shoes completed the look. Soft, but not easy. She examined her make-up in the mirror, and smiled. She looked great. Just a hint of the make-up, but not enough to look made up. Lipstick, and she was done. She wondered what he was thinking about, and realized it couldn't be more explosive than her own thoughts. Tonight, indeed. He lit the candles. She'd be here soon, and he wanted the effect ready for her entrance. Music they agreed on was already playing softly in the background, and the wine was chilling. It was as prepared as he could make it. The "Queer Eye Guys " would be proud. Not that he needed their approval, but the show had its moments. He walked out on the patio balcony, and watched the sky cool to a darker blue. The wind slowed with the setting of the sun, and only the occasional warm draft of air was left to remind one of the day. She knocked, and heard no answer, only the sound of music, faintly. She tried the door, and it was open. She saw him on the patio balcony, and went to join him. She slipped her arm in his, and said, "Hey Mister, buy me a drink?" He smiled, kissed her briefly on the lips, and said "Sure. What would you like?" She asked for the wine they had both learned to like, the wine now chilling in the other room. He returned with an open bottle, and two glasses. He poured one, and handed it to her by the stem, then poured himself one. "Cheers" both said. "I hope you didn't go to too much trouble. I just wanted a quiet night with you." She said. "No," he replied, "No trouble at all. Baked salmon with fresh ginger, basil and lemon butter sauce, tri-colored rotini with extra virgin olive oil, and asparagus with Hollandaise sauce." "Sounds delicious." They ate quietly, enjoying the evening and the food. When it was over, he poured a brandy for each, and they sat of the sofa in front of the fireplace. He put a fresh log on the fire, and then stretched out next to her. "Charles," she said. "I want to talk to you." "I thought that was what we were doing, Jamie," he said with a slight grin. "No, I serious. We haven't, you know yet, and I haven't pushed on why. And I'm not going to now. But whatever your hang-ups have been, you better get over them now, buster, because tonight is the night." He started to grin again, but saw she was dead serious. His heart started racing, and he felt a flush flow into his face. A slight twinge in his guts. "Ok, if that is what you really want." He leaned over and kissed her quietly, and then with more intensity. He picked her up, and took her into the bedroom. He unbuttoned her blouse, and ran his hands over her back, stopping only long enough to unhook her bra. He let if fall to the floor, and he completed his tour of her back, while indulging in a long, slow kiss. He took his shirt off, and held her again, this time letting the heat from their bodies build. Her skirt and panties followed more quickly, as did his pants and other clothes. He pulled her to him, and she felt him hard against her stomach. "Well, at least he wasn't worried about being too small. That feels to be more than enough." She went back to the kiss, and ran her hands over his strong back and shoulders, then down to his firm ass. He led her to the bed, turned it down, and put her in the middle of it. He kissed her on the forehead, the bridge of the nose, in between her breasts, down to her navel, and then, by inches, went lower. He reached her freshly trimmed patch, and just breathed on it. The warmth of his breath made her jump. He kissed her once, twice three times on the hair, each time with his tongue going into it a little more. He finally pushed all the way into her slit, and found her already wet. He parted her lips with his tongue, and fucked slowly into her with it. She jumped even more, and felt things starting for her. He took his time, and kept going into her until he heard her breath started to get more ragged. The he moved up just the least little bit, until; he found her clit. He circled it with his tongue, coming into harder contact with it. She started to moan, not, and put her hands in his hair, pulling him closer. He worked faster on her clit now, even grazing it with his teeth, and then put his finger inside her, working a twin rhythm with increasing fervor. She didn't last long, cumming with a vengeance, over his face. She bucked into his mouth, and gasped long ragged bits of breath, coming down only slowly. When she was done, he kissed her right thigh, and then went up her right side, varying only long enough to kiss and suck on both breasts, teasing the nipples, and leaving them damp. Then up to the neck, and up her right cheek, across her forehead, and the lightly on both eyelids, and down the other side of the face. Only then did he kiss her on the mouth, but made up for lost time when he got there. She hardly noticed that he had moved up on her, and had his cock lined up with her. He entered her with one long, slow stroke, filling her completely. She sighed with pleasure, and rose to meet him. His thrusts came slowly at first, then more hurried as his urgency built. She went along for the ride, and felt her pleasure rise with his. When he finally pushed her legs up hear her head, so he could get maximum penetration, she was delirious. He final thrusts were almost frantic, and her slipped over the edge into another orgasm. He came, with a strangled cry, nearly blacking out. He felt his heart pounding as hard as it ever had, and then felt himself feeling empty. He felt so good he barely noticed the slight twinge. He got a warm washcloth, and cleaned them both up and they lay back on the bed, savoring the moment. It was nearly half an hour later when he stroked her hair, and pulled her into him and he kissed her. He pulled her head over his, so she was above him, and then he pulled more of her on top of him until he was nearly under her. Then she felt his hardness, and understood what was happening. She rose above him, found him with her hand, and slowly sank onto him. She leaned forward until she felt that special angle, and then ground down into him, feeling that special tingle grow until she was bucking hard against him, exploding his delight. He rolled her over without ever leaving her, and mounted his own furious attack, holding nothing back as their bodies slipped with the light coating of sweat that covered them both. He followed her with an eruption that seemed to come from some secret deep space within him. Afterwards, there was only the sound of heavy breathing. He got up put on his robe, and gave her one he had bought for her. They went into the living room again, and curled up on the couch. "I hope you don't feel you have to go all Superman on me". She said. "Superman? What does that mean?" he asked "Some guys feel they have to go to extremes all night long, and just end up leaving you sore. You don't feel you have anything left to prove, do you? Especially after that. It was incredible." He slimed, "No, no Superman. But there are other things I'd like to do, and other places to explore." He looked at her, gauging her reaction. "Other things," she thought. "Oral, or anal also. Well, I started this, I should at least try whatever he wants to try, at least once." "Ok, but go easy." "Agreed." He kissed her neck, and pulled her heard onto his shoulder, taking a drink of the brandy. They stayed like that for the next half hour. Then his hand slipped between the folds of the robe, and found her breast. He caressed it, savoring it's fullness, and shape. He teased the nipple erect, to match his own growing arousal. She noticed the bulge growing in his lap. "Someone's feeling frisky. Ready for more?" She asked. "Yes, but this time, something different. Would you use your mouth?' "Of course. That may save me some wear and tear, too. Once you get started, you're not shy." She pulled open his robe, and lowered her head, taking him into her mouth, with a long, slow motion. She teased the underside of his cock, and circled the head with her tongue. His efforts to go slow were gone. He ran his hands through her hair, and took control of her head, now thrusting deeper into her, as his need increased. His right hand pulled her robe down, and he grabbed her right breast with his right hand, while still holding her head with the other hand. Then, as she sucked even harder, his pace increased, and he sot deep into her throat. She swallowed, and kept milking the last the last few drops, until he was completely empty, and completely soft. She pulled her head from his cock, and smiled at him. "I'm going to be exhausted tomorrow, but I don't care." He smiled back, and held her close. It was so good that he could pretend the twinge hadn't gotten slightly worse. He closed his eyes, and they dozed off. An hour later, he rubbed her shoulder until she was awake. "Hungry?" He asked. "Not really. But I'll join you for a bite." They went into the kitchen. He got out a plate, and she opened the fridge and bent over looking in. Without her contacts or glasses, she needed to be closer to see. But when he turned to help her, it wasn't her eyes he noticed. It was that ass. That great, firm ass. He walked up behind her, and caressed that ass, and then flipped the robe up, so he could appreciate it without any interference. She started to get up, but he put a hand on her back, suggesting she stay where she was. His hands went to her waist, savoring the narrowness of it, and then swept over the swelling of her hips, and then down to her thighs. As his hands came up the inside of the alabaster thighs, he spread her cheeks, and saw hit tight pink hole. A finger lingered there, probing and disappearing. He pulled her up, and took her hand, leading back to the sofa, but stopped her when she went to sit down. Instead, he placed her behind the sofa, and bent her over it. "I'm not real sure about this." She said, her voice husky with both desire and fear. "Don't worry, it will be fine" he replied, kissing her on her back. "Wait here." He went into the other room, and went back behind her. He took her robe off, and his as well. The he applied lubricant to his cock, and then to her ass. He slowly worked one finger into her, not far, and very slowly. Then, he applied more lubricant, and inserted two fingers. It was so slow, and so gentle, that she hardly minded. He placed his cock at her hole, and pushed just the head in. She took a sharp breath, but found it wasn't as bad as she feared. Then he began to increase the depth of each stroke, taking more and more of her, until she felt his hair on her cheeks. "He was right", she thought, "This will be ok." As he watched his cock disappear into her depths, he started thrusting deeper, and more quickly. His hands grasped her waist, and held her firmly. Finally, his thrusts got harder and harder, his breath more ragged, and face more contorted. The explosion nearly made him pass out; he laid down on her back until his heart returned to normal. They each went to a bathroom, and cleaned up. When they were done, there was an unspoken agreement to go back to bed, and slept deeply. The morning was bright and clear. The few shards of fog had long since been burned off. He offered her eggs, but she demurred, taking just an English muffin and coffee. She kissed hi, and asked if she would see him tonight. He smiled, and told her that they would just things as they come. She kissed him on the cheek, and left. He showered, a long, hot shower. He didn't worry about saving any hot water. Then he shaved, and got dressed. He put on a pair of charcoal grey slacks, and an impossibly white shirt. He started to put on a tie, then smiled, and put it back. "No need for that today." He thought. He stopped in the den, and listened to the phone message there several times; trying to make sure he understood every word. Finally satisfied, he hung it up, ready for messages. He took a card of white paper from a drawer, and wrote. His handwriting would never rise to the level of calligraphy, but it was more legible than most things he scribbled. He thought about last night. It had been perfect, at least perfect for him. He hoped it was for her, too. It was, a great night, a special night. It was The Night, and always would be. He hoped she'd understand. He walked to the patio balcony, and smelled the fresh air, and felt the wind on his face. He pulled a chair up to the edge of the wall, stepped up and onto the chair, and then the wall. Then he stepped off, into the sunshine. The police got there soon after, and sealed off the place with the thick yellow tape they are so fond of. They found the note, and told Jamie of it. Four lines, five words, on indented. Jamie, Sorry. Love always, Charles. She never got the note. Evidence. Two detectives searched the bathroom. "Detective" one called. "This guy missed the bowl. There is a spot in the floor." "One spot? That's it? He pissed sloppy, for all of one small spot? Great. That's helpful." The other growled sarcastically. "It's not that, the spot, it's red." In the den, they found the answering machine, and played it. Only one call. "Charlie, this is Doc Barnes. Will you lease answer the damn phone? It feels like malpractice to just leave you messages. Please come in Charlie, there are things we can still try, experimental therapies. Chemo, radiation. At the least, we can help with the pain. I know the cancer is Stage Four, and is an aggressive cancer, so there is no time to waste. Please Charlie, come in. Please." Then the machine shut off. The sun set slowly on the patio that afternoon, touching silent walls, silent chairs. Inside, the silence was even more complete, disrupted only by the occasional hum of the fridge switching on. Even that seemed to disappear into the void. The phone call came as a thunderbolt into that calm. "Charlie, I don't know how it happened, but I have great news! There was a mix-up at the lab, and your MRI and biopsy were confused with the person before you. Something about the shape just seemed wrong, so I checked again. The last two numbers were reversed. Charlie, your tumor is benign! It can come out as easy as you appendix. You'll be home in no time. Charlie? Charlie? Can you pick up? You're getting your life back. Charlie?" The phone message machine switched off, and the silence rolled back in. The Highway Man Carmen had been sitting in this god forsaken carriage for over two hrs now, it was extremely hot and the amount of clothes she wore weren't helping. Her corset was choking her, and her petticoats were now drenched in sweat. Looking over at the other two riding with her, an elderly couple, he was about 62 and she was about 55, they were nice people and she had enjoyed their company, but now somehow they slept in this heat and racket. Carmen was on her way to see her aunt lizzy, it had been 5 years since she had seen her, Carmen was 18 at the time. And now at 23 everyone called her a spinster for not marrying. But Carmen hadn't found the right man yet. She was by far the most beautiful creature you have ever seen, long brown locks of hair fell down her shoulders from her pinned hair and wide beautiful green eyes shone lightning up her lovely face. Time seemed to pass by slowly and Carmen shut her eyes, deciding better to sleep maybe the remaining 5 hours would pass by quickly. She then dozed off. The carriage came to an abrupt stop throwing Carmen to her knees brining her fully awake and stunned. She looked about to see the other two elderly couple stunned as she was and heard the coachman yell, highway robbers! "No! No! No!" Thought Carmen. This could not be happening to me. The elderly man and lady shook as they looked at Carmen and said, "don't fret young one they shouldn't want to hurt us, just prepare your valuables." "that's the problem, I don't have any, I am here only on a visit and what I brought with me is just this gold necklace that was given to me by my aunt many years back." she said petrified. Suddenly their door was swung open and there stood three masked men, only their eyes visible. "Out now!" one of them yelled. As they scurried out of the carriage, Carmen noticed a fourth man still riding his horse, pistol in hand and watching his men at work. "Give us all your valuables now!" yelled one of the men. The elderly couple began remove their valuable and money throwing them into a bag one of the men had. As they approached Carmen she had nothing in hand. "Now lady!" the man said. "I have nothing but this chain, and it was a gift from my aunt I shall not give it to you." Carmen said. Without being prepared Carmen felt a sharp sting to her face, he had back handed her with a sharp slap that left tears in her eyes. "Now lady!" he yelled again. "No!" she screamed, tears now flowing down her face. Then she saw him once again raise his arm to slap her again. As she prepared herself for the second blow to come she heard the man on the horse yell "No!" Then hand that was about to strike her stopped in midair and he turned to the commanding voice questioning. "Bring her here." he said. The man before her grabbed her by her hand and yanked her before him pushing her towards his boss. As she stood by his horse's side he looked down at her with those grey piercing eyes, she was a sight for sore eyes and the red mark on her face was visible. James leaned down and pulled her up onto his saddle before him. Swiftly grabbing a rope he tied her hands securely before her. "Finish up here and meet me back at camp, this one goes with me" he yelled out. "And Tom no one is to be hurt." he said looking down at the man who had slapped her. With that he turned his horse and began to ride away. Carmen struggled in his arms, then he stopped his horse and turned her face harshly to his looking deep into her eyes. "You shall be obedient! I may have spared you Tom's anger but you don't want to unleash mine, am I clear?" he simply said to her. Carmen nodded her head, then suddenly her eyes were blindfolded and the only thing she could remember was his eyes, grey, his voice alluring and his power thrilling. They rode in silence and finally Carmen gave up sitting abrupt she leaned back against him, feeling his strong chest at her back and his arms around her on the reins. He was breathing harder now she noticed, "he must be tired." she thought as she closed her eyes accepting the warmth behind her. "Damn woman!" thought James. She didn't know what she was doing to him leaning back against him in such a manner. He could smell her hair; feel her soft body against him and most of all her bottom kept rubbing against his groin. It had not been long since he had been with a woman and yet this woman was driving him insane. "Where was he taking her?" he wondered. His intentions had been to take her back to camp and teach her a few lessons in manner then return her to the nearest town, yet his body was asking for more than just a few lessons. Carmen woke up suddenly as she felt the horse stop moving and her weight being shifted from the horse down. And suddenly she felt cold; she could smell moisture in the air and the sound of water rushing. Then the blindfold was removed and she opened her eyes, looking about she saw they were in a dark cave, water flushed at the bottom, clear as ice surrounded by 4 tents and where they stood above was one big tent overlooking the bottom, behind it was a pool in the ground where the water spilled from the rocks into it then funneled down to the water below. It was amazing, she gasped. Then she was pushed into the tent, looking about seeing it was very neat and in the corner was a bed on the floor, covered with furs and sheets. Then she felt him behind her! James approached her slowly places his hands on her hips, whispering in her ear. "now what am I to do with you woman? I could take you on that very bed and no one would know, I could teach you how to be obedient and do as you're told or I could make you serve me?" Carmen's eyes widened at his revelation, thoughts rushing through her mind, she was still a virgin, no one had touched her before. She quickly weighed her options and spoke. "I shall serve you and when you are done with me you shall return me untouched." her eyes looking directly at his. "Very well then, start by taking off all your clothes, wear that white shirt and go to the pool and wash my clothes, now!" he ordered She stood there mouth gaping open as she heard what he had told her. She couldn't believe he just asked her to strip and wear that shirt. No one had seen her in less than what she wore now since she was a babe. "What woman? Do you want me to strip you myself." he said. "No! I can do it!" she yelled back. "I'm going to bathe at the pool, meet me there in 2 minutes if you don't appear, I will come after you myself" he turned to leave then stopped and added, "and what is my new slave's name?" "Carmen." she whispered, tears springing to her eyes. "A nice name for a slave very befitting, and Carmen you may call me Master James. Or sir, it's your choice." he winked at her as he left her standing there in the tent shocked. Carmen walked over to the shirt picking it up she looked at it, it was so sheer, she blushed and began to shake as she undid her dress, her corset, her petticoats, till she stood there naked and slipped the white top over her smooth body. Trembling she picked up his clothes from the floor and placed them before her as she walked out to the pool. He was laying there in the waters, chest naked and visible to her, hair all wet and his clothes in a heap by the side of the pool. He heard her coming and his eyes looked her way, what he saw shocked him. Her hair still pinned up yet his gaze traveled lower to her legs long silky and beautiful, she hid her front with all the clothes and left his mind imaging. He smiled, that was soon going to be changed. Carmen placed the clothes by the side of the pool kneeling behind them hiding as she bent down to soak each garment and scrub, keeping her eyes from wandering to that lovely view she saw, him there in the pool, naked, wet, and so lovely. She felt a tingling feeling between her legs and suddenly became uneasy. It was a new thing for her to feel. "Carmen!" she heard him say. "Carmen, I want you to wash the clothes with you in the pool not out!" he ordered. As she opened her mouth to protest he simply barked, "NOW! Carmen!" Quickly she jumped into the waters, it was cold, and she felt her nipples grow harder beneath the thin fabric. He watched and saw his eyes traveling down her body, he saw the way the cloth clung to her naked flesh, he saw the outlines of a lovely body, and he felt his erection grow. Then suddenly he grabbed her waist and pulled her back against him, she screamed and fought, he simply kept his grip hard on her, his free hands roaming down her body. She felt something pressed into her back and knew what it was; she had heard women speaking of men's tools. Then his hand went to her hair and he started taking out the pins, soon her hair was spilling down around her shoulders, and he started kissing her neck. He had never lost control in his life, but he couldn't help it, he wanted her now. He figured that this was what he had brought her for in the beginning, no teaching a lesson he just wanted her. She squirmed and moved on his lap, pleading saying she was a virgin and she didn't want this and would do anything he wanted, yet her pleas were unheard to him. Then she felt it, his hand stroking her mound, she shook, then lower, she trembled, she felt him touching her womanhood stroking it and that feeling she had felt earlier returned and she began to squirm and bite down her moans. He nibbled at her neck, whispering caressing soothing words as he touched her, his index finger found her clit and stroked it, he could feel her trembling, he knew she would soon be his, then he caressed her folds gently, rubbing his hard erection against her bottom. She squirmed and he loved it. Then she felt it his finger dive into her and she moaned out loudly, it was like an intruder yet felt so delicious, she didn't know what she was feeling, she wanted him to stop yet to continue. Then 2 fingers slid into her and Carmen let out a, "oh! My god!" She was wet, tight and lovely. How long he could last he didn't know, she was driving him insane with her reactions, yet he kept going, his fingers sliding in and out of her slowly then faster, he wanted her to climax before he would take her. The hand around her hip loosened it's grip and he now kissed down her back, her squirming moves rubbing his hard tool deliciously. She felt something building, she couldn't help it, she felt possessed she arched back her hand flew to the sides of the pool as she tried to grip onto something, her body rocked, her nipples straining against the wet shirt, her hips moving against those fingers while she felt her bottom rub against the heat beneath it. Then it hit her, she let out a wild scream as she reached that point and felt her whole body explode. Breathing heavily she slumped back against him and panted. She wanted to run yet his hand was still on her hips. Then she felt him move his fingers away, and both hands now held her hips as he lifted her slowly. James was at the edge, he lifted her slowly, his tool now nudged at her entrance, he could feel her stiffen above him, yet he wasn't about to stop, as he as he dropped her inching his tool into her, inch by inch, she started to plead again, but he still couldn't hear her, then he felt it, her barrier, he didn't break it, he pulled back out and teased her again, soon her pleas were turned into moans and she rocked above him. Then he whispered into her ear, "Carmen this will hurt for a brief moment then intense pleasure will follow." She heard his words her eyes widened, she wanted to stop him, yet her body was once again building and it was tingling all over, it had a mind of its own. The tip of his tool driving her mad as it entered her and slipped out, she wanted it all in her now. "This is insane!" she thought. Then with one push he broke her, bringing her fully down onto his length, she screamed out a cry of pain, leaning back against him her fingers dug into his thighs, he let her rest for a while, letting her get used to the feel of him deep inside her. "Carmen it's done." he whispered into her ear. Her whole body shook, the brief pain was gone and now a sense of fulfillment was felt. His tool deep inside her was amazing, she wanted to feel it move, her senses were going wild, then suddenly she moved, rocking her hips gently, she felt better, she felt excited then he took over. The little minx was teasing him! He thought. He gritted his teeth his hands about her waist loosed yet held her still as he began moving her up and down on his tool, her tightness engulfing him, she was extremely tight, slowly pumping into her, he knew he would not last long, his hand at her waist went to her clit and began massaging it gently as he pumped now harder and faster, her body bouncing on him. "Ohhh!!" she moaned as the pressure built, her body now moving with his, his finger teasing her magically and his tool raking her soul. She gave up, she gave him herself fully now, moving with him as she strained to reach that incredible sensation. She could hear him grunting and panting hard against her hair, she leaned back turning her face to his gasping, then suddenly his mouth descended on her in a passion kiss that she had never had before. He was close! He knew it and so was she, he could feel her walls tighten, her lips so tasty, her body so smooth against his, he now went faster and harder, not thinking that she was new to this, but the only desire rushing through him was to climax and he knew he would climax hard, so very hard. She moaned and gasped then turned her head as she felt it near, his tool now diving harder into her depths his fingers bruising her hip while the other continued its attack on her clit, she gasped, moaned then suddenly she screamed out her climax, feeling her body shake from its core, then suddenly he shook beneath her, he moaned out loud and she felt it, something warm pour into her depths and new he had reached what she had reached. They remained so, Carmen lying back against his panting chest, his arms now about her waist, holding her cozily, his tool still buried within her, and then she heard him whisper, "Carmen." She turned her eyes to look at him and he said, "do you still wish to leave? Or do you wish to remain and explore more of what I have shown you?" "How much more will you teach me?" she giggled. "Let's start by moving to my bed and getting you naked." he said. "Yes Master James." she smiled back at him, knowing she was now his, no matter what. ******** Carmen remained with James for a week then was returned to her aunt "untarnished". Yet every night at the stroke of midnight a tall figure would creep into her room and take her to places she craved. Then one day her aunt woke up to a note on the table saying "I have left aunt do not despair, I have found a new life as a pet", with reading that her aunt had fainted.