0 comments/ 4540 views/ 0 favorites Welcome to Florida By: bruinette86 *This story follows a previous story written, but can be read by itself* _________________________ ________________________ I checked my watch as I headed to the information desk. I needed to figure out where to pick up my rental car. I spoke with the receptionist who pointed me in the right direction. My phone began vibrating in my pocket, so I thanked the woman and flipped it open as I walked outside. "Hey baby," I said loudly, as the wind whistled in my ear. "The flight was fine. I'm headed to get my rental now." In the midst of the phone call, I stepped off the sidewalk to cross the street when a car pulled up in front of me. I stepped back up to avoid the car stopping a foot away from me. I smiled a quick, polite smile at the driver and started to cross behind the car. After looking back at the driver, the smile on my face grew wide. Eric stepped out of the car and I walked towards him. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my cheek before stepping back and reaching for my luggage. "What are you doing here? I thought you had to work until 6," I said, still grinning, extremely happy and surprised. As I questioned him, I couldn't help but let my eyes wander up and down his 6'1 frame. His dark hair was cut short, his face was covered with just the right amount of stubble, his eyes were warm. His body was tanned naturally from the sun and the muscles in his arm and chest were evident through his shirt. I couldn't help but let my mind wander to what could come of this weekend. "I wanted to surprise you. I cancelled your rental car and called out of work so I could meet you here, babydoll," he said, tossing my luggage into the back seat. He then led me around the car and opened the door for me. I hugged him again before climbing into the car. He shut the door and went around to the driver's side. As we drove off, I felt Eric's hand cover mine and squeeze lightly. Another smile crept across my face as I turned my hand and intertwined my fingers with his. We drove with the windows down, discussing how long overdue this trip was. After about 45 minutes, we pulled up to a modest two bedroom ranch. I quickly opened my door and waited for Eric while he grabbed my bags. He wrapped his free hand around my waist as we walked to the front door. He stepped away from me long enough to let us in before returning his hand to my waist. He dropped my bags onto the couch and pulled me close to him as soon as the door was closed. Eric turned us around and stepped forward, forcing me back until we fell onto the couch. I giggled as we fell backwards, stopping only when his lips found mine. Before he pulled away from me, he was straddling me. His knees pressed tightly against my hips as he leaned forward and kissed me again. This time I parted my lips, allowing his tongue to find mine. I gripped his face in my hands as we kissed passionately. His hands slid down my neck over my shoulders, caressing my skin slowly. His touch made feel amazing. I moaned into his mouth as his hands traveled down my sides and rested on my hips. His grip tightened as I wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled his body on top of mine. I broke the kiss and nibbled along his jawbone up to his earlobe. "I need you to fuck me, baby," I whispered in a low growl. Without a word, he stood up, took my hands, and pulled me up off the couch. He grinned that sexy grin and slowly caressed his way up my arms and back down over the outside of my breasts and the curve of my body. When he reached my waist, he slid his hands behind me and gently squeezed a cheek in each hand. He then took the bottom of my shirt in his hands and lifted it up and inch at a time. The anticipation was unbearable, yet it made the experience that much more erotic. The air conditioner was on, so I couldn't be sure if the cool air on my warm skin or the events taking place were causing the shivers being sent up my spine. I raised my arms up over my head as Eric slid the shirt higher up my body. Soon, my bra-clad breasts were exposed. It didn't take him long to lean over and kiss every inch of my exposed skin. His mouth only added to the sensations I was already feeling. His tongue traced the lace trim of my bra as his hands grazed the outside of my breasts. I moaned quietly and bit my bottom lip as Eric nibbled my skin softly. My face was flushed, and after all the attention, so was the bare skin on my chest. My nipples were hard enough to satisfy Eric momentarily, so after letting his thumbs flick each nipple through my bra, he returned his hands to lifting my shirt up. Though the shirt was practically off already, he enjoyed teasing me, so he worked the shirt up painfully slow. I begged him to just pull my shirt off. He simply smiled, looked me in the eyes, then chuckled and shook his head. I sighed in defeat and stood helplessly. It took several more minutes before my shirt was carefully pulled over my head and tossed aside. I went to wrap my arms around Eric's neck and kiss him, but he stopped me. "Sorry baby. I've got plans for you," he said slyly. My face must have shown the confusion I felt, because he took my hands and told me not to worry. I knew he wouldn't do anything to hurt me, but I hated being kept in the dark, or so I thought. Suddenly, I felt excitement at the thought of his secret plan. I had no idea what he was going to do, but I wasn't worried or scared. I felt a welcome and familiar tingle between my legs and grinned. I knew tonight alone would be worth the flight, regardless of the fact that the visit was not planned around anything remotely sexual. Though I had imagined what could happen, I made sure not to expect anything, that way I could completely enjoy anything that might happen. My thoughts were forgotten as I felt Eric's presence behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck. His thumbs slipped inside the waist of my jeans as his hands wandered closer to the opening of my pants. I moaned and leaned my head back against his shoulder as he kissed every inch of my skin and his hands worked open the button of my pants. I closed my eyes and bit my lip as the zipper of my jeans slid down. His fingers slid over my black lace panties and he started to tease my clit through the thin material. His lips continued to glide along my neck, up to my ear. He nibbled on my earlobe gently, causing me to moan louder. I pushed my body back into his, but he simply took a small step back, letting me know that he was in complete control of what was going to happen. I whimpered in despair, but accepted that I was his for the taking. Eric's fingers circled my clit as my panties started to moisten. As my breathing started to feel and sound labored, he stopped the attention on my clit. I looked at him, desperate for him to continue, but he grinned and disappeared down the hallway. I stood in the place he left me for a few minutes, but got anxious and wandered down the hallway to look for him. As I approached a closed door, Eric stepped out of a door further down the hallway. "Well aren't we impatient," he stated rather than asked. Although I expected he might be upset that I had wandered around without his permission, his face told me otherwise. He smiled and walked towards me, then opened the door to the room I was standing beside. He gave me a gentle push inside and followed close behind me. As I looked around I found what I assumed was the guest bedroom. The walls were bare except for a single painting above the headboard and a mirror on one wall. The queen size bed had a nice black comforter with white vines on it with white throw pillows. There was a long black bureau with a lamp set on top of it. Eric told me to go lay down on the bed. I hesitated for a few moments; he must have sensed my insecurities because he kissed my cheek and whispered his instructions in a soothing voice. I slowly walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. He smiled at me and nodded his head in encouragement. I chewed on my bottom lip as I scooted towards the center of the bed. I leaned myself back against the headboard and waited for him to join me. Instead of walking towards me, he moved to the bureau. He opened the top drawer and fumbled inside for something, but because of the angle, his body was blocking my view. "Baby,"I whispered, but Eric hushed me. I closed my mouth and sat back, wringing my hands as I stared at him, trying to figure out what it was he was doing. Finally after what felt like an hour, Eric turned towards me. In his hand was a piece of cloth that I couldn't identify. As he approached the bed my anxiety decreased. He kneeled on the bed and crawled up towards me, positioning himself over me. He pressed his lips to mine as he hovered over me, holding his weight up as he straddled me. As we kissed, I felt Eric tying something to my wrist. I tried to look over, but his mouth would not leave mine. He took my hand and raised it above my head. He then took my other hand and tied it with the same cloth after threading it through one of the posts of the headboard. When I realized what he had done, I felt very anxious and turned on. I had never been tied up, but I knew that nothing bad would happen, so I tried to relax and enjoy whatever was to come. "You're in good hands, babydoll," he reassured. "I want you to enjoy yourself, Amanda. If you don't feel comfortable just let me know, okay?" I nodded as my lips curled into a slight smile. He smiled in return and leaned back a little bit, his hands wandered down my sides as his eyes took in my half naked body. His hands slid around my back and unhooked my strapless bra, then pulled it away from my body and tossed it to the floor. His hands each caressed a bare breast softly, while his thumbs flicked my nipples. As my nipples reacted and became hard, Eric pinched my nipples gently, twisting and tweaking them as I moaned in pleasure. He smiled at me before lowering his mouth to my aching nipples. He licked and sucked my left nipple as his thumb and finger continued the attention on the right one. I arched my back and forced my nipple further into his mouth. He began nibbling softly on my left nipple as I moaned louder and tried to pull my hands free from their restraints. I wanted so badly to hold Eric's head to my chest, to scratch my nails across his shoulders and back. Instead I tried my best to lay back and just enjoy the attention my body had been craving. "Mmmm, baby. That feels so good," I whimpered through my teeth. He pulled away from me and grinned up at me before trailing kisses down my stomach, kissing a circle around my belly button before he continued down to the waist of my jeans. My zipper was still down from when he was teasing me through my panties, and he kissed along the zipper down to the area above my clit. When he felt that he had teased me enough with his lips, he hooked his fingers inside my jeans and slid them down. I lifted my hips off the bed to make the jeans slide off easier. As he sat back near my feet, Eric slid one boot off and then the other, then pulled my jeans away from my body and let them fall aside, draping off the bed. He slowly crept up between my legs; he ran his fingers up the outside of my legs, crossing to the inside as he approached my thighs. His fingers tickled my skin and sent a strong tingle to my pussy, which caused the damp spot on my panties to grow larger. Eric's fingers found the wet spot on my panties and he leaned in close, letting his mouth hover over the spot on my panties. I lifted my hips, but he pulled his mouth away. "Looks like you're enjoying yourself, babe," he said with a wink. I couldn't speak, but my moan let him know in no uncertain terms just how much I was enjoying this. He caressed my inner thighs, letting his fingers occasionally slide over my panties. He kissed all over my panties and skin until reaching my throbbing clit. I let out a growl as his teeth found my clit through my panties. I pulled against the cloth restraining me again, but could not free my hands. Eric continued nibbling my clit as my hips bucked. He stopped his assault just long enough to remove my panties and spread my legs wide. I desperately needed his mouth on my pussy, and he didn't make me wait long. His fingers ran along my slit as his lips pressed against my clit softly. He flicked his tongue over my swollen clit as his fingers found my wet hole. First one finger slid inside me, pumping in and out of my pussy slowly. Before long, Eric slipped a second finger inside me, his speed increasing. I bucked and pulled on the restraints as his mouth and fingers brought me towards an amazing orgasm. I could hear his fingers plunging in and out of me as I arched my back, my clit being assaulted equally by his teeth and tongue. My eyes were shut tight as my body shivered and my fingers gripped the restraints, my climax taking over. When my orgasm subsided, Eric crawled up my body and kissed my lips. I could taste myself on him and moaned into his mouth. As we kissed, he loosened my restraints and I pulled my hands free. As we kissed I tried to slide my hand into his pants but he stopped me. "We've got all weekend, baby. This was just my way of saying welcome to Florida," he whispered into my ear and I knew he was grinning. Welcome to Florida - Revisited Author's Note: If you have previously read, Welcome to Florida, please take note that unlike the previous story, this one is in the Erotic Horror category. If you enjoy horror stories, I hope you enjoy this one. If not, thanks for looking. * Melissa had decided to stay with her brother, Jeff, down in Florida for a few weeks while she looked for work. She was a little concerned at first with being in the way because the guy he shared a house with also had an eight-year-old son, but they assured her she should come on down. So, early one Thursday morning, she set out. It was a two-day drive, about twelve hours per day. She called about five hours out and spoke to Carlos. He said Jeff had to leave unexpectedly on work but he would be there to settle her in. She was a little irked Jeff hadn't called to tell her but she shrugged it off. It was a typical brother move. Plus, she couldn't complain when he was offering her a roof over her head while she looked for work. Melissa had been let go from the nursing home where she worked as an RN when they'd reduced the staff. She also hadn't spoken to Jeff since Tuesday. She thought she probably should have called before she left but she figured he would have insisted she keep him posted along the way and that just seemed like too much of a bother. Tired and hot, she had finally arrived. She barely took in the beauty of the area, how remote they seemed to be. The house was carved out of a section of as wild an area as one might see in Florida, rather close to a swamp. The air was humid and oppressive. Her air conditioning had conked out when she was only an hour into Florida. She wasn't looking her best but she was too wiped out to care. As she rang the doorbell, she just prayed that they had air conditioning. The door opened and her jaw almost dropped. He took one look at her and grinned. "You must be Melissa? I'm Carlos, your brother's roommate." He quickly took the bag from her hand and ushered her inside. "Come on in, it's cooler inside." She stepped into the cool, sparsely furnished living area. Seashore colors contrasted with warm Hispanic touches. Carlos shut the door behind them. He was moderately tall and very well built with short dark hair. His dark eyes seemed to glitter with energy. He was sharply dressed in dark slacks and a v-neck long sleeve shirt. "How was your drive down from Pennsylvania?" he politely inquired. "It was great, until the last couple hours when the air conditioning conked out. I don't know what I'm going to do without that down here, but, I'm just glad to be here." She smiled and tried to surreptitiously smooth her hair and clothes. "Ah, don't worry, we'll get that working. I own a few car repair shops." "Oh yeah, I think Jeff mentioned that. Well, it's really nice to finally meet you." "Likewise. Dios, where are my manners? Let me get you something cold to drink. Have a seat. I'll be right back." He took off with her bag. After the long drive, she didn't really want to sit down so Melissa looked around the room. She slipped her purse off and dropped it on the table behind the couch. Light tan, brown and green dominated the couch and chairs as well as the throw rugs. The coffee table was a glass and brass item. The pictures on the wall were something else entirely. There were flamenco dancers and bull fighters in crimson reds, browns and blacks. They captured the eye and Melissa drew closer to one where the flamenco dancer stood with one foot in front of the other, one arm curved over her head gracefully with a fan in hand and the other hand on her hip. There was a frenetic energy to the paintings. They were gorgeous but there was something about them. She felt like she was missing something, like a puzzle. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. The pictures seemed to be original paintings, matted and framed. She was still looking at the Flamenco dancer when Carlos returned. "Here you go, it's lemonade. I hope that's alright?" He handed her the glass. "Wonderful, thank you." She took a sip. "These paintings are wonderful too. Who did them?" "Well... I did." His eyes skittered around like he was shy about it. She looked at him again, gorgeous and an artist. She stifled a sigh, probably gay. "They're beautiful. Do you sell them?" "Oh no, I just do them for fun, sometimes for family. They're too... personal to sell." He shook his head emphatically then quickly changed the subject. "Anyway, Jeff was sorry he couldn't be here to meet you but I promised him I'd get you settled in and make you comfortable. Would you like to see your room? Perhaps you'd like to rest a bit before dinner?" He walked her down the hall, pointing out who each of the bedroom doors belonged to. Carlos insisted on making her dinner though she protested that he shouldn't go to any trouble. Melissa took a quick shower then slipped into some cooler clothes and fell into bed for a short nap while he cooked. She woke to a knocking on the door, sat up and smoothed her hair. "Come in." Carlos peeked in around the door. "How about some dinner? I'm grilling some marinated chicken and tossing a salad." "Sure, that would be great! Thanks." "About ten minutes." "I'll be right out." When she walked out, she saw the dining room table was set with good china for two, candles were lit and wine glasses were already half filled. A pitcher of what looked like Sangria sat on the table. She was a little taken aback. All of this for my benefit? She was flattered. Carlos walked out of the kitchen with a wooden salad bowl. "I feel under-dressed." She laughed nervously. She was wearing cotton capri pants and a tank top. "You look perfect to me," he said softly. "Come sit." She felt a blush rising up as she walked forward. "I'm just going to grab the chicken off the grill before it starts raining. You got here just in time. I'd hate to have been driving in this. My son is spending the weekend at his friends house." For the first time Melissa noticed the darkness outside even though it was only about seven o'clock. The wind seemed to have picked up too. It whistled around the house under the music coming from the radio as she took a seat. Carlos returned with the grilled chicken and they ate, chatting amiably. She told him about her work as a nurse and he told her about building up the car repair chain and about his son. He was very charming and dinner went quickly. They cleared the dishes away together. Then Carlos turned up the music. "Dance with me." He smiled and held out his hand. She hesitated shyly but went into his arms and they started moving together. He moved so sensually, almost aggressively. She looked up into his eyes and smiled. His lips descended and covered hers hungrily as he pulled her in tight to his body. She felt his solid muscles for the first time, pressed against her and holding her to him. She was surprised but he felt so good. She felt like she was melting into him. His lips were warm and urgent on hers. His hands felt huge and insistent on her ass as they pulled her into his heat; kneading, urging and molding. His mouth left her breathing raggedly as he nuzzled her neck. "I want to taste you... Dios... please?" "Yes, ohhh..." She didn't even pay attention to his words, couldn't understand them in her hazed brain but it sounded like a query and he could have anything he wanted. His hands tugged urgently at her shirt, peeling it up and over her head. His tongue flicked between her breasts and she felt his hands push her panties and pants down. They slid down over her legs and she stepped out of them. All that was left was her bra and she suddenly couldn't stand the constraint. She reached back and snapped the hooks free, taking it off so that she stood naked in front of him. His fingertips explored, running everywhere, like the rivulets of rain that had begun to course down the windows. He walked backwards, pulling her toward the sofa, his eyes locked on hers. When she was seated on the sofa, he pushed her back as he pressed kisses like raindrops over her body. He stepped back a moment to quickly strip out of his clothes. She watched hungrily as every muscle of his well-built body was revealed, his flat stomach up to his broad shoulders then his narrow hips and semi hard shaft, down his muscular thighs. He was back with her in a moment. One hand slid down the inside of her thigh, pushing her legs open so that he could kneel between them on the sofa and pull her hips up to give him access to the honey he had caused to ooze there. He leaned in and flicked out his tongue. "Unh.. mmm... querida, you taste so sweet." She felt his tongue delve in and couldn't help bucking a little. His voice lulled and stirred her at the same time. The groans she heard made her breath quicken and the tip of his tongue teased her body into a frenzied state like the storm outside that she could see whipping the trees through the rain glazed windows. His tongue seemed to touch every centimeter of her, exploring the folds and finally touching the bud that caused her orgasm to bloom as he sucked it into his mouth and teased it mercilessly. Her muscles contracted and spasmed. He released it and lapped at the juices that poured from her. Time ceased to have meaning as he teased her over and over to come and produce more fluid for his tongue. His groans and growls mingled with her own moans in her head, the music in the background and the faint sounds of the storm in the distance as they moved into the surreal. Finally, she felt him release her thighs. His now fully hard erection moved against her swollen sex as his mouth licked and nipped at her stomach. He moved higher until his body covered hers. The tip of his cock pushed in. Instinctively, she lifted up and met his first thrust so that he was buried in her. As they moved together on the sofa, she reached up to hold on to his solid shoulders. He drove relentlessly into her. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she held on desperately. "Ohhh... Melissa... so hot... so sweet... mmm." He panted over her as he thrust and erupted. She moaned again as he sent her over the edge with yet another orgasm. She came to her senses with his body pinning her to the sofa. He looked down at her with a glint in his eye. "Welcome to Florida." She stared up at him, still breathless. "Thank you." He stood and tugged her up with him. "Let's take this to the bedroom." "Okay, I... I just need to get a drink of water." He leaned down and pressed his lips hard to hers. "Okay, meet me in the bedroom." She needed a minute to gather her mind. That had happened so fast and it was great but... it wasn't her style. She wasn't the type for one-night stands or sex with strangers. He'd taken her off guard and he was gorgeous, that was what had happened. She pulled on her pants and shirt and walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge to look for bottled water. A couple clear containers labeled "paint" caught her eye. There was something odd about them. She picked one up and opened it to get a better look. A scent assailed her that sent a shiver coursing through her body. It couldn't be. She tilted the container and looked at the viscous fluid as it moved and sniffed again. Blood. She swallowed. The oddity of the paintings hit her again but this time she knew what it was. The brown looked like dried blood to her. She had seen it often enough in her line of work. Melissa felt her emotions shut down. She closed the container, put it back in the fridge and walked as quietly as she could down the hallway to her brother's room. She twisted the knob and opened the door. There were paintings everywhere, matted and framed just like the ones in the living room. She stepped across the hall and opened the door to the bedroom of Carlos' son. More paintings. They leaned against the walls and on dressers. Some even lay on the bed. Melissa was looking into the room when she felt his arm steal around her waist and he stepped into her, aligning himself with her, kissing the back of her neck. "I was wondering what happened to you." "Isn't this your son's room?" "I got into a painting frenzy while he stayed with some friends, didn't have anyplace else to put them." His cock pressed along the center of her ass, rubbing insistently along the crack. She was frozen. His hands tightened on her upper arms. He could tell she wasn't buying it. Melissa heard him sigh. "You shouldn't have started looking." "What happened to them?" His voice became flat and emotionless. "My paintings weren't selling. I knew I needed something more; something to set them apart, to put emotion into them. Then, I realized what they needed. I need to pour myself into them... literally. I started taking blood from my arm... but it wasn't enough. I needed more. It came to me in a dream... blood of my blood, my son. This was his purpose in life. But your brother got in the way so I had to deal with him. His paintings aren't as good." She felt his lips nuzzle her hair. "But you... Melissa, so sweet, hot... passionate, you'll create my best paintings yet." She screamed as he dragged her back towards the kitchen. "Don't bother, no one will hear you in this storm." She dragged her feet but he was strong. In the kitchen he let go of one of her arms to pull a drawer open and she managed to turn, stomp down on one of his feet then drive her knee into his unprotected groin as she drove the palm of her free hand up at his nose. He doubled over with a gasp and released her, groaning. She ran for the front door. She heard him scrabbling to come after her as she frantically worked the locks. She was out of the house. The rain had stopped and the moon was out. She ran to her car, pulling at the handle. It was locked. "Shit!" The keys were in her purse inside the house. She looked back at the door and he was there already, clutching himself but still coming after her. She saw the glint of a knife in his hand from the porch light. There were no houses nearby. She needed those car keys if she was going to get out of here. She raced to the left around the side of the house, sliding a little on the wet grass and headed for the back porch light. She might be able to slip inside and get her purse, or even lock the doors and call the police. She reached for the door handle but it didn't budge. Shit! It was locked. She looked to the left but a decorative fence blocked the way. She couldn't hear his footsteps but she knew he was coming. The only direction left was down the sloping lawn into the swamp. There was a pathway, maybe it led to a neighbor's house. At least, she was praying it did as she set off down it. She started down the pathway quickly but had to slow down as the swamp closed in behind her. The only light now on the path was the moon. She moved as quickly as she dared. About thirty yards in, she stopped short. There was a bloated corpse barely off the path, partly submerged in the water to the right but she could see the face. Though the scavengers had been there, it was clearly her brother. A few feet further she could see a smaller body face down. Anger coursed through her. She wasn't going to let this sick bastard get away with it. She looked around and found a small tree limb slightly larger than her own arm, which she picked up. She stepped off the path to the left behind a tree and waited. Soon she heard him. His footsteps were soft but he was calling to her. "Querida, think of it, you will be part of great works of art. Where are you going to go? There is nothing out here. Isn't it better to give in and let me end it quickly? You could die very slowly out here." As he stepped past her, she swung the club at the base of his skull with all her strength. It connected and she felt the shock run up her arms. He pitched to the right off the path into the swamp. As he thrashed in the water, she saw a large snout rise up and swing toward him. It clamped down on his shoulder and dragged him further into the water. She didn't wait to see what would happen. The alligator looked quite capable. She ran back up the path, across the yard and circled around the house. Inside, she locked the door behind her. She picked up the phone and dialed 911. "Broward 911. What is your emergency?" "There's been a murder," she said calmly. She gave the address and then the facts concisely. Then she began to shake.