8 comments/ 21740 views/ 8 favorites The Wrong Elevator By: 2Xwidderwoman It took less than thirty seconds. It was a piece of cake, no sweat, easy as pie. After tasting the chicken, cooked so well done it was dry, and the baked potato that wasn't hot enough to melt butter, Carly tried the vegetables. The broccoli medley would have been better raw, it may have been tender if served well done, but it was leathery in between. The dessert chef must have forgotten to add sugar to the whipped cream, but it didn't matter, by the time the meal part of the banquet was over, the dry chocolate cake had absorbed the cream, so few of the attendees ate their dessert. It was annoying that the servers didn't bring coffee to their table until the Master of Ceremonies stood to introduce the special guests. One couple across the table was making out so blatantly, the man had one of his date's legs draped across his lap. Carly's escort had imbibed so many pre-dinner drinks he was no longer watching his words or where he put his hands. Although she had moved away from him every time he tried to do so, he was using his inebriation as a pretext for permission to put his hands inside the top of Carly's evening gown. He made several attempts to nibble on her earlobe, but it did not seem to deter him when she turned her head. At his suggestion they skip the speeches and check in to one of the upstairs hotel rooms, Carly decided she had had enough. When the standing ovation began for the second dignitary, Carly slipped away from the table, and walked quietly toward the nearest set of double doors. While a man folding a cell phone returned to the roomful of applauding idiots, Carly walked out. She did not look back. She didn't worry about her boss sitting at the next table. She was even less concerned about her date, the son of her employer. She simply left the big banquet room. It was an escape. Carly walked about twenty feet down a hall and joined a couple stepping into the nearest open elevator door. Expecting to go down one floor to the building's ground floor, where she could find a taxi, she was surprised to see the numbers above the door indicate the elevator was going up. Oh well, it would eventually go down and she was at least free of being mauled any worse than she had already been groped and pinched for the previous two hours. The couple who got on the elevator at the same time Carly did, left on the fourteenth floor, leaving Carly alone for the remainder of the ride. Two floors later, the doors opened showing the inside of a very dark room that resembled a lounge, a salon, or a very exclusive club with thick expensive rugs over glossy hardwood floors. Widely placed leather couches, club chairs, and a few low tables created several seating areas. It didn't look like she needed to walk in the front door of the club; she was already inside the club and what she saw fascinated her. Unaware she took a step forward, as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, a well-dressed man waiting to enter the elevator stepped back and held the door long enough for Carly to take another step for a better look around, before he walked inside. The way he looked her up and down as the doors slid together, caused Carly to wish she had not listened to her sister about what to wear under her new gown. She wasn't quick enough to catch the doors, although she wished she had been faster, because that was the moment she realized she had left her evening bag on the table sixteen floors below. Carly's disappointment grew, when she discovered there were no elevator buttons, instead there was a keyhole. "How much?" Hearing a man's voice, Carly swirled around, the side slit of her gown flaring around her legs. "I beg your pardon?" "How much?" At the same time she examined the man leaning in a softly backlit doorway across the room, he looked at her from the softly curled hair, the clinging full-length evening gown, and her dark red toenails. "How much what?" Carly asked, as the man, dressed in a dark suit and stark white shirt and tie, walked across the dark room and held out his left hand to capture Carly's hand. He pulled her a little farther into the room, slipped his other hand between her arm and her body, and slowly ran his hand down to just below her waist, the slinky fabric, bereft of undergarments clung to her curves. The elevator gave a soft ding to indicate its arrival. As the doors opened and Dan turned to look behind him, Carly saw a nearly naked blonde standing in the elevator. He raised his voice, "Get lost," and took his hand from Carly's waist to wave the blonde away, adding, "Tell Josh I'll take the first one." Before it occurred to Carly to join the blonde in the elevator, the doors slid shut and she heard the sound of the elevator moving. As Dan turned around, Carly looked at the tall dark-haired man who squeezed her hand. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "What did he pay you for a whole day, ten, or more? Never mind, I'll double it, and you'll do as I say." Mentally shaking herself, trying to understand what this man was talking about, Carly repeated, "Pay me?" As if he was speaking to someone only half-conscious or who did not understand the language, the man explained. "Whatever my brother Josh Hunter, promised to pay you to be the gift for my birthday, I'll double it. Then I can expect you to do what I want, rather than what my brother paid you to do." "I'm sorry, I don't know a Josh Hunter." "Ah, I see. Then for your information, I'm Dan Hunter. Do I get to know your name?" Dan spoke as he released her hand and turned to walk toward the elevator, pulling a ring of keys from his pocket. He inserted a key into the key hole, and turned the key. "Carly, ah, Carly Glenn," she announced and walked to the elevator expecting the doors to open soon so she could go down. Trying to listen for the sound of the approaching elevator, she watched Dan walk across the room, swing a painting away from the wall, and use another key to open what looked like a wall safe. He reached inside and removed two stacks of currency with bands around the middle. "Twenty grand, right?" He asked as he tossed the money on a nearby table, closed and locked the safe, and then swung the painting back into place. Finally beginning to understand, Carly laughed, "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm not that...I'm not your date." She couldn't resist a little more laughter escaping when she added, "I was just trying to leave a boring evening, and took the wrong elevator." She watched him look at the elevator, both of them probably thinking about the half-dressed blonde he sent away. Dan, however, was not thinking about the blonde dressed in a black leather mini-skirt and bright blue bandeau barely covering her over-sized breasts. He was looking at the slender Carly, feeling a tingle in his groin at the sight of the softly gathered shoulders of her gown that went down the sides of her back, leaving a great deal of skin showing, and then clung to her softly rounded hips. A slit up one side showed a high heel sandal, a shapely calf, and one-half of a thigh. Her dark red dress molded itself to her with each step she took. Carly stepped back to look above the elevator doors expecting to see what floor the elevator was passing and then turned to ask Dan, "Did you send for the elevator to take me down?" "No," he shook his head and walked behind a long richly carved wooden bar. "What can I get you, wine, champagne, or a single malt scotch?" He paused after each one while Carly shook her head, although he did notice she faintly nodded her head when he mentioned the scotch whiskey. "Then will you do that, please? I mean, call the elevator?" "No, I locked the door. I think I'll keep you." A tingle of apprehension went up Carly's spine and lodged at the back of her neck, causing her to lift her arm and rub that spot. The movement of her arm pulled the deeply plunging neckline of her dress across one breast and left the other side of her gown in a wide gap exposing most of the other breast, just barely concealing the tip. She was not looking at his face or she would have seen Dan swallow, lift his chin, and lick his lips. Although Carly had watched Dan splash whiskey into two glasses and add small amounts of water, she was still surprised when he walked from behind the bar and put both glasses on the table where he had earlier tossed the two stacks of money. He walked to where Carly stood and took her elbow, led her back to a sitting area, and told her to have a seat and enjoy her drink. Instead of sitting down, as Dan requested, Carly folded her arms across her chest and tapped the toe of one high heel shoe. "Mister Hunter, please call for the elevator, I'd like to leave." "Relax," Dan said, falling down to the low seat. "You've already been missed by your companions. The rest of your evening is ruined and you don't have anywhere else to go. Sit down and keep me company for a while." He left unspoken his wish that he had been her date for the evening, or that he was very pleased about her mistaken elevator ride. He picked up his drink and leaned back into a comfortable slouch as he grabbed Carly's hand and tugged until she sat down, while he kicked off his shoes and crossed his ankles on top of the low table. "I'm probably better company than the people you left, so let's enjoy what's left of the evening." With his hand holding his drink, Dan indicated the money on the table. "You'll get your money when you leave." He took a small sip of his drink and asked, "What do you do? Where do you work? What's your time worth, two hundred, three hundred, or maybe five hundred dollars an hour? I'll pay you a thousand dollars an hour, up front. Right now, all you need to do is have a conversation with me. Is that too much to ask?" Carly looked at Dan, "Is it really your birthday?" The man laughed, showing a genuine display of emotion, which to that point he had not done. He leaned back against the couch and nodded, "Yes, it's my birthday." He lifted his wrist and brought it closer to his face so he could see his watch in the darkened room, "At least it is, in a couple of hours. I'll be double digits, thirty-three. How old are you?" Carly giggled, enjoying his sense of humor. "I'll be double digits in a few months." "Damn, you're a baby," Dan chuckled. "You're a dish, but you're still a baby." Looking at the man out of the corner of her eye, she picked up her drink, took a sip, and nodded about the taste of the whiskey, before she asked, "A dish, huh?" "What? You're looking for compliments?" "Not really, but I guess every female likes to know the way they look appeals to a man." "You appeal, honey, oh yes, you appeal," Dan nodded, acknowledging his own comment and the bump of his growing erection, hoping the darkened room did not allow her to see too clearly. "I thought my brother had finally gotten it right, for a change." "What do you mean, for a change?" Carly asked as she half-turned to face Dan, and leaned against the corner of the couch. She was beginning to relax in Dan's company. He hadn't made any sudden moves, was being hospitable, and she had discovered she liked him, for his sense of humor, if nothing else. He was certainly better than the drunken idiot she had left at the banquet. She tried to ignore the fact that he was the kind of man that usually attracted her attention, tall, dark, intense, and handsome. "Let's see," Dan looked up at the ceiling, which caused Carly to do the same. Now that her eyes were better adjusted to the available light, she liked the lack of lighting in the room. A faint light from the room behind them barely showed a warm wood grain in the panels of the ceiling and walls, and the elegantly framed paintings and other furnishings in the room. It occurred to her that she had been mistaken; this was a private living room, rather than a club. However, she turned her attention back to him when he began to talk, "Once, there was a stupid parachute jump out of an airplane. That turned my stomach up, over, and then down. I threw up when I landed and I've never been able to walk onto an airplane since then, unless I am liberally medicated." He lifted his drink indicating his favorite medication. Carly laughed for a moment, but admitted, "I don't think I could do that. Jump out of an airplane, I mean." Dan agreed, "Yeah, I'll never try that again." He put his drink on the table beside him and turned his head to look at her as he talked, "Another time, there was a deep sea fishing trip. I was sea sick the whole time, turned green, and urped up my toenails. Likewise, I don't get near water any deeper than my shower." Carly could not resist laughing at his description. Much as she would have done for a child, she put her hand on his cheek and spoke quietly, "Poor baby, it sounds like birthdays are not always happy days for you." Dan lifted his head, leaned over and kissed her quickly and softly on the lips, "Is that going to cost me extra?" Carly's fingers went up to soothe the tingle on her lips as she shook her head. "No, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking." "If it isn't going to cost me extra, then I'm going to do it again, but this time, I'm going to enjoy it." He lifted his hand, put it at the back of Carly's neck, and pulled her forward for a soft, very thorough, kiss while his other hand was sliding down her back as far as her waist, encouraging her to move a little closer to him. Then he let go of her, picked up his drink, and asked, "Now, where was I?" "You were telling me about your brother's strange birthday gifts." "Ah hell, I'm tired of me. It's your turn to tell me about you." "What do you want to know?" "Let's see, where you were born, through the first time you were kissed, and include what you were doing tonight when you got on the wrong elevator." "That sounds like you want my life history." "Yeah, that's enough, to start with." As they talked, he removed his jacket and talked Carly into taking off her shoes. A short time later, he loosened his tie, and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt. They laughed, he refilled their drinks, and Carly moved farther down into the corner of the couch. Her head rested on the arm and she crossed her ankles then tucked her feet behind him. Eventually he removed the heavy cufflinks from his wrists and rolled his shirtsleeves up a couple of turns. She discovered he was the General Manager of the hotel. After a quick phone call down to the front desk, a server retrieved Carly's evening bag from the banquet room. When the front desk called to let him know they had her bag, he hung up after saying, "No calls." Occasionally he checked his watch, once saying she had forty-seven minutes before she would need to wish him a proper happy birthday. In seemed like such a short while later that Dan stood and commented that it was a few minutes to midnight. He walked across the room and moved behind the bar, picked up a bottle of champagne, and began the ritual of opening the wire holding the cork in place. "Hey," Dan motioned to Carly to come over to the bar. "You gotta come help me celebrate my birthday." While Carly walked across the room to watch, he opened the bottle, both of them laughing as the cork sailed across the room. He placed the opened bottle on the bar and put two champagne flutes beside it. Dan walked around to the front of the bar, poured two glasses of the bubbling wine, and put his wrist on the bar, as they leaned over to watch the second hand on his wristwatch. At five seconds before midnight, they lifted their champagne glasses, entwined their arms, and chuckled about how cheesy the gesture was, but enjoyed it just the same. After a sip of the delicious wine, Dan took Carly's glass and placed it on the bar with his own, and then pulled her into his arms. "Wish me Happy Birthday," he said and before she could do so, he was bending his head to kiss her. His mouth trailed across her cheek, down her neck, and across her collarbone. As his lips moved the softly gathered material of her evening gown off her shoulder, his hands moved down her back, slowly lowering the short zipper at her waist. Dan lifted his head to whisper in her ear, "Now I can unwrap my birthday gift." He pulled the dress off her other shoulder. Before Carly could think, react, or speak, the dress slithered to pool at her feet, leaving her absolutely naked. He caught her hands before she could cover herself, holding her arms away from her sides. "OH!" Carly only managed one sound as she tried to twist away, before Dan had his arms around her and he was kissing her again. He held her tightly, preventing her movement. A moment later, she had no wish to escape as his mouth sucked on her lower lip. His tongue scraped across the sharp edges of her teeth and gently touched the tip of her tongue. When he let her go, she started to bend to pick up her clothing, but Dan moved a step forward to stand on top of her evening gown. "I like you better like this," Dan's voice rumbled inside the darkened room as he ran the backs of his fingers across the top of her breasts, wishing he could see well enough to know if chills formed on her skin. "Dan, please." Carly's voice vibrated as she crossed her arms and rubbed her hands up and down her upper arms as if she was suddenly chilled. As if he had not heard her, he opened another button at the top of his shirt and then pulled the shirt out of his pants, grasped both sides and ripped the shirt open, buttons pinging around the room as they landed. He shrugged his shoulders and pulled the shirt off, putting it around Carly and helping her put her arms in the long sleeves. "Is that better?" He asked as one finger trailed down from the soft spot at the base of her neck, between her breasts, brushed through the dent of her belly button, and then drew a soft circle through the closely trimmed pubic hair of her mound. "Dan?" Carly looked at the man, his dark eyes looking down as his finger moved back up to her neck, until he cupped her chin in his hand. "You don't want to be my birthday present?" "Yes...I mean, no...but..." Carly stuttered and tilted her head toward the table behind them. "I'm not that kind of..." she shook her head, unable to find the words she wanted to say. "I know you aren't. It was stupid, but I didn't want to let you leave." Holding her chin, he leaned forward and kissed her gently. "Will you please help me celebrate my birthday?" Carly nodded then whispered, "Yes, I would like to wish you a very Happy Birthday." She placed her hands on the top of his bare chest and slowly moved them downward until they rested on his belt. Her hands trembled as she opened the buckle, the button, and slowly unzipped his pants, before dropping to her knees, taking his pants down with her. "Carly, you don't..." "Please," she interrupted him. "I've only tried this once, but I want to give..." and then she did not speak as she held his pants for him to step out of and then did the same for his boxers. He watched her as she carefully removed his socks and ran her hands up and down his lower legs. Then she moved her hands up the front of his thighs touching him slowly, in a caressing way, in no hurry, watching her hands as they moved over him, his erection swaying slowly above her. She finally moved her hands upward, grasped his cock in one hand, and held it as she licked off a bubble of precum and swirled her tongue in her mouth, a surprised smile coming and going across her face. Then her mouth closed over the head, the heat of her mouth sending a chill across his shoulders and down his spine as she slowly began to suck on his cock. Her movements were tentative and slow as if she was getting used to the feel of him in her mouth. "Oh God, oh mercy," he breathed as his knees bent slightly before he once again straightened up as her other hand slid between his thighs and turned to cup his balls. It was a glorious feeling, her warm mouth gently taking more and more of his cock in as her tongue swirled over the swollen head then back and forth across the sensitive spot on the underside. Dan trembled as Carly's hand slowly massaged his scrotum, gently pressing her thumb between his balls, moving it from side to side, and softly across each ball, tentatively exploring him. The Wrong Elevator Her mouth slid back and forth, causing Dan to groan and grit his teeth, until she drew her head all the way back, leaving his cock wet and glistening with her saliva and her lips pursed around the swollen purple glans. Dan looked down, watching Carly run her tongue around the head and turn to the side to do the same to the rounded ridge on each side, and then taking him deeper into her mouth as she continued to move her head back and forth. She was not moving quickly, it was a slow erotic discovery of the size and shape of him. Finally, over the initial intense feel of her mouth, Dan was slowly realizing what Carly had said right before she engulfed his cock. She said she had only tried this once before. Two hours of watching this enticing young woman had left him with a raging erection that barely subsided before he was painfully hard again. He knew he was not going to last long, but he did not want to draw this out, either. He wanted her in his bed, his mouth on hers, his cock in her, her legs wrapped around him, and his arms wrapped around her. He had to warn her, but his mouth did not want to form the words, "Sweetie, Carly, oh my God, I'm not going to...oh please. I can't...I'm going to cum, honey." Carly nodded her head as she drew back and then sucked his cock back into her mouth. Dan felt the sensitivity increase as if there was a steady vibration behind his balls. He groaned as he felt his cock expanding in her mouth until he was cumming in a huge spurt. Carly's eyes and checks bulged and then she swallowed, doing so again after a few minor aftershocks. His breathing was hard, panting, and he was blowing out as he exhaled. To avoid holding her mouth against him and shoving his cock down her throat, he had his hands on top of his head as if he needed to hold it in place to prevent an explosion. Carly did not move. She knelt in front of him, a small portion of his softening cock in her mouth, resting on her tongue as she breathed through her nose. When Dan looked down, she was trying to smile. He leaned over, put his hands around her upper arms, until she released the suction and his cock popped out of her mouth, Dan pulled her up into his embrace, "Oh baby, oh honey, oh my God. That was wonderful." Carly swallowed again and spoke in a voice barely loud enough for him to hear. "Did I...was it right?" Dan put a finger across her lips, "Sh-h-h, sh-h-h, don't. Whatever you do for me, or I do for you, it's because one or both of us enjoys it. Now I'm ready for my birthday present." Taking her hand, he pulled her across the room and through the doorway where she had first seen him standing. She found herself in a large bedroom, lit only by the lights of the city coming through the large windows. With a wide sweep of his arm, Dan pulled the covers off the bed and backed Carly up until the edge of the bed hit the back of her knees and she sank down, with Dan crawling on top of her, holding her down, his hands roaming over her as he kissed her until she could not think. After a minute, Carly began to move across the bed, lifting her knees and planting her heels on the bed to propel herself away from Dan. For more than two hours he had been so calm and such a gentleman, his sudden aggression was startling. Dan stopped and rested his forehead against hers. "Wait, Carly, wait." "I left the banquet. He's a Vice-President...and he...he thought..." Carly took a deep breath, "Oh gracious, I've already made my boss angry by leaving. And the money...I can't. Dan, I don't do this. I'm not..." "I know, I know, I wasn't thinking. I'm no different from any other man, including your date tonight. I have a luscious woman in my arms and all I could think of was taking what I want." Carly placed her hand on his cheek and looked in his eyes, "Then make this a birthday we will both remember. Dan, make love to me." As if he now had permission, no longer concerned she would try to leave, Dan kissed Carly, as he had not done before. He kissed her slowly, teased her with his tongue, and played across the seam of her lips. He tasted her, moved his mouth across her cheek to her ear, kissed her gently there and behind it, and enjoyed her as she moved her head to give him access. Dan kissed down the column of her throat to her neck, found a spot on her neck that caused chills to form under his mouth, and then he slid back up to her mouth, and stole a quick, hard, tongue-teasing kiss, before he lifted his head to see Carly was smiling at him. He kissed her mouth again, hard, and heard her soft moan, and he lost it. The kiss took on a life of its own, growing in intensity, in need, in depth. He tasted her lips, pushed his tongue inside, and mated it with hers. Oh God, she tasted delicious! He wrapped his arms around her, and felt her responding and moving beneath him. It turned him on even more, but now was not the time, he was not going to rush this. He let her go slowly, and saw the dazed look in her eyes, taking satisfaction that she was no longer trying to evade him. He had to tell her, he had been thinking it all evening. His voice was shaking when he asked, "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" "I thought I was a dish?" she chuckled and blushed. "A dish, yeah, but you're beautiful, too." His head began to clear from the deep earth-shaking lust. "I'd sort of like to have my shirt back." Carly lifted one arm, the cuff at the end of the sleeve hanging below her hand, "You mean this old thing?" She tried to joke, but her voice turned serious and tremulous. "It smells just like you. I was kind of planning to keep it." She lifted the collar beneath her chin, held it to her nose as she closed her eyes, and inhaled deeply. Dan watched her face as she enjoyed the smell of him on his clothes; it was so sensual he almost stopped breathing. She did not even realize how she looked, the ecstasy on her face, or the small shudder that moved through her body. He slid his arms under her and deftly turned over, taking her with him, landing on his back with her sitting on top of him. He put his hands under the shirt on her waist, slid them upward until they rested right below her breasts. "Forget all those stories about lingerie, stockings, and all that stuff. To me, the most erotic thing I've ever seen is you wearing my shirt. I gave it to you because I thought you were cold, but it's preventing me from looking at you." As if she was now comfortable with him and ready for him to see all of her, she slowly slid her arms out of the sleeves of his shirt and allowed it to fall behind her. She did not take her eyes from his as she nonchalantly flipped the shirt away and then she put her head back while she held her arms out, displaying herself to him. "Oh my God," he whispered. He had spent time with her, talking and laughing, and had learned a few of her mannerisms. He had seen her when her gown fell, but the other room had no windows, and her back had been toward the light, leaving her in deep shadow where he could only guess at what she really looked like. Now, with the faint lighting from the night sky and the glow of the city shining directly on her, she was glorious. Her breasts were not large, but they were heavy, with dark areola and small nipples right in the center. Although he wished for spotlights directed on her so he could see what color her eyes were and the color of her skin, he would content himself with what he could see. He could tell her skin tone was slightly lighter where a swimsuit would cover her. He was somewhat surprised to see that her tan line showed she probably wore a full body suit, not a bikini. This young woman was a private person who did not display her body for others to see. He lifted one hand and then the other, softly brushing his fingertips across her nipples, feeling the tiny buds growing harder beneath his touch. He cupped his hand around her fullness, hefting the weight and felt the hardened points against the palm of his hand. When touching was not enough, he moved his hands to her back and pushed against her, encouraging her to lean forward until he could brush the flat of his tongue across a tip, and then suck her into his mouth. He moved to her other breast, loved it with his tongue and pulled it into his mouth, finally releasing it, and watching as it sprang free, to shimmy with it's weight and was left glimmering and shiny with his saliva. When he moved his mouth back to the first breast, his arms dropped down, resting on her thighs, while his hands held the softness of her hips. Carly brought her hands to the back of Dan's head, holding him as he suckled, her body vibrating with intensity. He felt her chin come down to rest on top of his head. She was curling herself around him as he paid homage to her beauty. He felt moisture from her heightened excitement beginning to spread across his skin and the tingle in his groin as he responded to the smell of her arousal. He could not recall ever being so enchanted by a woman. When he could finally take his mouth from her, he rested his face between her breasts while she stretched out full-length on top of him. Dan slid one leg to the side, lifted his knee, and slowly rolled over, allowing Carly to slide off him, onto her back. He had been with sexually aggressive women who would take charge and tell a man what to do and what they wanted. There had been a very few who seemed so detached, they would lie still making him wonder if they had gone to sleep. However, until that moment, he had never been with a woman who seemed to know what he wanted from her without his asking or moving a muscle, as if it was a sense she had of being a part of him, moving with him and for him. When he lifted his hand to brush her soft curls from her face, Carly's hand moved to cover his. When he put his knee between her legs, she lifted one knee to give him access to her warmth, and then let her knee fall over to rest against him, holding his leg between her thighs. As he leaned over to kiss her, she lifted her chin and parted her lips to receive him, and when he moved his mouth to her cheek or the curl of her ear, she turned her head. She was giving herself to him without restraint. She was not silent, yet she did not speak. She pursed her lips and made quiet sounds, a gentle, "O-o-o-h" which quieted into a deep inhale of breath, or a barely heard "Ah-h-h" that turned to a quiet exhale. She said his name in a long slow breath, as if she was descending into a deep valley, and then over and over as if speaking his name matched the beating of her heart. He tasted her, rested his mouth on a vein at the side of her neck, and felt the blood rushing through her body, while her hands moved up and down his back, his arms, and across his shoulders, learning the feel of this man who wished to worship only her. His fingers traced each of her ribs as her chest rose and fell, her breathing fast with her increasing excitement. His hands held her breasts while his cheek felt the strong beating of her heart. He lavished both nipples with his tongue and they rose, going from soft and pliable, to erect and stiff, then to near pulsing with a life of their own. His saliva kept them wet and the coolness of the room caused them to grow even stiffer. His tongue encircled the ridge around her navel and her sharp intake of breath told him she liked attention lavished there. He traced the outer perimeter making smaller and smaller circles then pushed into the heart of her navel with his tongue, feeling her stomach lurch upward. Circling and circling, and then stabbing once more, he continued to tease her until her breathing grew faster and she was pushing against him. He moved away from her belly button, tasting her skin until his chin was resting on her fleshy mound. Carly raised her shoulders and caught his face in her hands with a question in her voice, "Dan, I don't know...I'm not sure..." "Let me do this, sweetheart." Dan kissed her quickly, "This is my birthday present." She did not demure or offer resistance, Carly parted her thighs, while her breathing deepened as she put her head back and relaxed. Dan took a deep breath, understanding the amount of trust she was giving him. With his eyes closed, he could smell her, the aroma of desire and passion, sweet, dusty, alluring, and waiting for him to sample what she offered. Spreading Carly's legs quite revealingly, he began to lightly caress Carly's wide openly displayed pussy, running the tips of his fingers up and down the folds, spreading her juices, pausing to tease the hood over the hard pink nubbin of her femininity with the gentle tip of a finger. Carly moaned pleasurably, closing her eyes and effectively shutting everything out. When Dan was confident that Carly was truly ready, he moved, placing himself comfortably between her legs and allowed his tongue to begin doing what his fingers had been doing only moments before. Her scent was maddening. Dan had to have her in his mouth. He didn't know if it was instinct, or something a man learned, but he pointed his tongue, and lightly licked up the angle between her thigh and her pussy, over the top, down the other side, and back again, enjoying her taste and the heat of her growing arousal. Carly squirmed beneath him, but not in some effort to get away, more in an involuntary control as her body responded to the titillating sensations that Dan's tongue and lips were bringing to her. Dan put his hands under Carly hips and lifted her to his mouth, pushing his tongue deeply into her and then replacing it with his fingers. Carly moaned audibly, her back suddenly arching upwards off the bed beneath her. "Fuck," Carly said so quietly Dan doubted she was even aware she'd uttered the word as she slowly lifted, and then lowered her hips. Suddenly Carly's eyes flew open. "I...I...maybe you'd better stop doing..." She sounded near panicked. "I'm starting to feel..." She breathed harshly. Dan spoke, though briefly, remaining down between Carly's legs. "Relax, that's what I want you to feel," he explained. "Just let it happen, give into it and trust me." Carly threw her head back and sighed, as he ran his tongue around her inner labia. She squealed when he roughly sucked her labia into his mouth, and ran his tongue up and down the slit between them. He slowed for a moment, and then rested his tongue on her clitoral hood, before searching, once again, for the bud that lay within. Then he found her clit, his eyes widened. Carly had a little button, now nearly covered by her clitoral hood that he had to probe with his tongue to find. He had found it, and he circled it with his tongue, as once again, she moaned with the building of her orgasm. She was rocking hard now. He flattened his tongue to let her rock her pussy on it, and he felt her clit growing harder, and smaller, as it began to retreat under the hood, indicating she was close to orgasm. He thrust two fingers hard into her, as she shuddered. He moved his fingers curling them upward to rub across the small rough inner "G" Spot. "Now, baby, let it go. Cum for me honey," he pleaded. "Oh god, oh...oh fuck!" She wailed suddenly. At that moment, Dan sat up slightly, his fingers taking over for whatever his lips and tongue had been doing. A second later a flush of clear liquid exploded from Carly's cunt in a wide forceful spray that literally drenched Dan's still stroking hand, splashing directly against his chest, coating him in a wet oily substance that dripped down as though someone had thrown a full glass of water against him. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Dan continued to urge, as Carly's pussy continued to pump out additional little spurts. Each one that followed was similar, though not in the same volume of eruption that the very first one had been. He licked his way around her opening. She quivered, and gasped, as he ran his tongue up and down her slit. His excitement grew, as he rimmed it and licked it. He heard her quickened breathing and felt her orgasm build, and he took her clit in his mouth and sucked. She thrashed, and kicked, and squirmed in the throes of a violent orgasm, and suddenly she cried, "Stop, stop, stop." Startled, Dan pulled his mouth away. "Oh God, Dan," she whimpered. She was sobbing, and whimpering, but she didn't show any sign of pushing him away. He went back again, blowing on her clit, tickling her lips with his tongue and giving her clit little flicks. She began to sigh again, and breathe hard, as another orgasm built. This time, he only teased her clit, and suddenly she humped, grabbed his head, and ground it into her pussy, as she came in a long, shuddering orgasm, whimpering, and crying. Carly all but collapsed at that point, exhausted, surprised, and even began weeping. "It's alright Carly. It was wonderful." He assured her as he moved up to gather her in his arms, holding her as she shuddered, panted, and shook. "Thank you so much for my birthday gift." "But you didn't...we haven't" Carly's breathless, yet tearful, voice was muffled by her position against Dan's neck. He felt an occasional after shock as his hand moved up and down her back, soothing her. "We have the remainder of the night and all day tomorrow." He lifted his head to look at the clock on the table beside the bed. "There's still twenty-two hours to celebrate my birthday. I plan to keep you in this bed for as many of those hours as I can." "Oh my, oh God, I've never...I've heard..." she chuckled against him as she tried to voice her wonder. "Do you feel...does a man feel like that...is it that wonderful?" "I don't know, but I plan to find out." He truly felt that something this special with Carly would be different from every other experience he'd had with a woman. "Can we...I mean, can we do that now. Can you?" The wonder in her voice cause Dan to feel he could conquer anything. "Now? Are you sure?" "Oh yes, very sure." Dan lifted his shoulders, separated Carly's thighs, and moved between her legs, slowly stroking himself back to full hardness. He raised her knees and pushed two fingers inside her, collecting some of her moisture, and saw her shudder as he probed her sensitive tissues. "Watch us Carly, watch me." Dan spoke quietly to her, waited for her to lift her shoulders to look between her legs. He spread some of her wetness on the head of his cock and braced one arm beside her. He held his cock until he was touching her, moved his cock up and down collecting more moisture, and slowly began to enter her, growing harder as he felt her heat. Carly looked up at Dan's face, "More, more." She put her head back and lifted her hips. Although he wished for a longer moment just inside her softness, he could hold his position for only a moment, her invitation was too hard to resist. He pulled back and moved a little farther into her and stopped again, savoring the sensitivity of the end of his cock, a feeling so exquisite he could not think straight. He waited, feeling her adjusting to him, before he moved a little deeper, pulled back and then pushed again, feeling enclosed in her soft velvet. It was an agony, the need to bang and slam against her, into her, and with her. He wanted her to know the beauty of what he could give her, the ecstasy they could share. He pushed again and felt the delicious slap of his balls against her as he pressed against her cervix. He pulled back and then thrust back inside, beginning his slow dance of pleasure. While he could do so, he watched her face, seeing the wonder of her eyes looking up at him, her smile of joy and delight. As he moved slowly, he teased her, leaned over to kiss her quickly, and listened to her murmuring. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh like that, oh yes." "Squeeze me Carly, hold on to me." He felt her muscles clench. He breathed hard, and whispered, "Oh yes, again." The Wrong Elevator He moved in and out a few times, waiting for her to join him in their polonaise, "Lift your hips, my love, and move with me." As he moved above her, he watched her lovely breasts move, wanting to stop to taste her again. He looked down between their bodies, watching his cock emerge from her, slick with her moisture. Her engorged folds held him and folded back as he moved into her. Dan gritted his teeth and was barely able to instruct her, "Put your legs around me, and hold on, babe." Then he was pounding into her, bumping his pelvis against hers. He did not want to stop or slow down, he wanted this, needed this, and demanded it, as harder and harder he slammed into her. It was a lust, a frenzy, an animal need he had to satisfy. For a few moments he watched her face, but could not speak, could only wordlessly plead she join him. Dan felt her response, heard the squishing sounds when his pelvis hit hers. He saw her face turn red, almost angry at her intensity, and then her eyes widened as she began to tremble and shake before her hips were pounding beneath him. Her hands moved up and down his arms, and then braced against his shoulders, bracing herself, holding on to him. He closed his eyes, sweat beaded on his back, rolled down his face, his arms burned, and the ache in his lower belly grew until it hurt when his body touched hers. His cock expanded, hurting with the delicious pain of his cum bursting into her. He roared with his pleasure, unaware of his primal voice or the intensity Carly saw on his face. His head dropped, jerked back, and then dropped again with the last few movements of his hips, no longer in the even rhythm of their dance. He had no strength left, he could not move, he could only lower his chest to rest against her, breathing hard, panting with his exertion, already wanting her again with an intensity he could not believe. Yet he was...... unable to do anything to celebrate what she had shared with him. As the fog of his lust cleared, he could barely manage a smile as he heard Carly whispering in his ear, "Happy Birthday, Dan, Happy, Happy Birthday." ** ** ** Thanks for reading this work. Please vote to indicate how much you enjoyed it. Leave your feedback, even if the comments are negative. I will respond if you will leave contact information. It is the only way I will know how much you enjoyed my effort, and furnish the best reason to improve my writing. Thanks again, 2Xwidderwoman