16 comments/ 225093 views/ 27 favorites California Love By: ANNE240 I was so excited to see my big brother. He moved to California over three years ago, and although we talk all the time, I haven't seen him in person since he left. Apparently, he was doing really well out there, making a lot of money and meeting a lot of big celebrities, but he was also a bit of a bullshit artist since I'd known him, so I had to see it all for myself. He was always name dropping, telling me he hung out with this person or that person, and sometimes even telling me about his famous sexual conquests, but like I said, I'll believe it when I see it. It didn't matter anyway seeing as it was my first trip to the coast, and I was just excited to be there for two weeks, and hang out with my big bro. When I walked out of the gate, my brother was there waiting for me. He looked amazing – tan, well dressed and well built, completely unlike the guy I'd grown up with. He'd definitely been working on his appearance. I rushed in and gave him a huge hug. "Wow bro, look at you! I'm impressed! You look great!" "You look pretty hot yourself sis. You'll fit right in around here. C'mon let's get your things." I had definitely undergone some physical changes since I'd seen him last, but it was a bit weird because it seemed like every time I looked at him he was checking me out, and he would quickly look away when I noticed. But he was my brother, so I just figured he was glad to see me. We drove up to his place, and it became obvious that he wasn't lying about his income anyway. The house was big and beautiful, and very secluded. I could definitely see it on MTV Cribs! "Wow James, you weren't kidding! The house, the car...looks like you made it!" He smiled as he showed me around the house. "Well, the car is a lease. One of the perks, but the house is all mine. C'mere, let me show you the best part." We stepped out on to the huge patio. The view was amazing, and complete with a swimming pool, and an enormous hot tub. It looked like a tropical paradise. I just stood there with my mouth wide open. "Wait 'till you see it at night" he said. "It's amazing." "I can't wait." "Well, you'll have to because I've got plans for us tonight." "Oh yeah? And what are they?" "Don't worry, it's a surprise. Go get settled because you've got to go and get you something to wear." I smiled and headed to my room. When I came out, my brother was sitting in the living room with an attractive blonde. She looked very young, about sixteen or so, but I found out later she was actually older than me. "Anne, this is my assistant Toni. Toni, this is my sister Anne." "Wow James, you were right, she's quite beautiful." She held out her hand to me, and gave me the "once over" as we shook hands. She had an English accent which completely threw me. She looked so young, yet so mature, and the voice just didn't match, but there was something about her that was very endearing. "Assistant huh? Wow." She pulled me in close and whispered in my ear, but loud enough so he could hear. "Don't listen to him. I am his entire life. Without me, he'd fall flat on his face, but he pays me well enough, so I put up with my title. Whatever you need, you just let me know. Your brother couldn't even get dressed without my help." He laughed and said she was right. "Anne, Toni is going to take you shopping while I tie up a few ends. I'll meet you guys back here in a few hours." Toni was really cool. In a short time we got along as if we were old friends. We spent the afternoon getting the full star treatment, courtesy of my brother, but the topper was the dress Toni said I just had to have. It was absolutely the most amazing thing I'd ever worn, but the price tag was incomprehensible. Toni shrugged it off and insisted we get the dresses. (She had picked one out for herself that was almost equally as expensive) It kind of put me off to think that she was spending my brother's money that way, but later, I learned that the dresses were loaned to us, and didn't cost a thing. It was the first of many eye-opening experiences of what things were like for the rich and the famous. Not only that, but everything that Toni ordered for us had been delivered to my brother's house before we even got back! I was in heaven! My brother was home before us. "Looks like you didn't waste a second showing my sister around." "She's learning." Toni smiled, grabbed my hand and kissed me on the cheek. "It's been wonderful meeting with you Anne. I hope we get to spend some more time together" and then she left. "She's amazing isn't she?" "Yeah, she's great." "Well, you'd better hurry up and get ready, we've got to leave soon." That night was incredible. It was some charity event, filled with all kinds of celebrities. I met so many people, I can't remember all of them. The first week was much of the same. Every night my brother had us going to some celebrity event or party, and after a while, it all seemed the same. Don't get me wrong, it was amazing, but I was exhausted, and I really hadn't got to spend any time with my brother, so on Saturday morning, I told him that I needed a break. "Too much for you to handle huh?' "No, it's not that, but I've been here for a whole week, and the most time we spent together was coming back from the airport. I'm only here for another week, and then who knows when I'll get to see you again." "Okay, okay, I get it. So, we'll skip tonight and go out to dinner, just the two of us." "I've got a better idea. How about we skip tonight and stay here, just the two of us. I'll even cook dinner. Besides, I've yet to see this amazing view at night." "Okay, I'll meet you half way. We'll stay in, but we'll order out." "Hey, I can cook you know." "I'm sure, but this is your vacation. I want you to relax and have fun." "Okay, whatever." It was turning out to be the best night of the whole trip. We had an amazing dinner, and really got to talk and hang out, like we used to. It made me realize how much I'd missed having my brother around. All the other stuff was great, but even without it, my brother is really amazing. We were on our third bottle of wine when I started to ask my brother about his love life. "So, where's all these hot young celebrity chicks your always telling me about?" "Eh...that's fun for a while, but it's really hard to find a girl out here you can be serious with. They're all after one thing." I laughed. "Listen to you, you sound like a woman." "No, I'm serious. All these girls want to know is who you know or how much you got. After a while, it would just be nice to have someone who doesn't care about all that shit." "Wow, never thought I'd hear you say that." "Yeah, well, things change." "They sure do." "What about you? I watched the way you worked the room. You had a lot of heads turning. How come you're not trying to bag yourself a man?" "Well, even if I was, what would I do? I'm here with you, it would be too weird." "Hey, I would understand. You're not a little girl anymore. I don't have to worry about you." "I know, but still. I mean, don't get me wrong, I've had my moments. There's some hot guys here, and I've definitely been pretty horny all week." I laughed as my brother blushed and squirmed uncomfortably. "What's the matter? You can't handle your sister getting horny?" "Anne, cut it out! You're my sister!" "Ha! Well, fair is fair. I've listened to all your stories." "Yeah, but that's different." "Oh c'mon, you love it. I see the way you've been checkin' me out." "I have not!" "Have to! I've seen you!" "Okay, fine, so I may have checked you out a little, but not like that. It's just that well...you know." "I know what?" "Well, let's face it sis, you've grown up to be a hot looking chick! I just can't believe how great you look. But it's not like I'm checking you out." "Aww...you're so sweet. But it's still checking me out. Don't worry though, I've checked you out a few times myself. You're a stud bro." "Yeah, I know." He laughed. "Well, I'm glad to see all this hasn't gone to your head." "Well, maybe a little." "Well, no matter what, it's still cute that you were checking me out. After all, you can't help it if turn you on." "Wait a minute. I never said anything about being turned on." I laughed. "It's okay, you can admit it." "I never said that. You're my sister. It's one thing to admire how you look, but it's another thing to be turned on by it." "Oh c'mon big bro, You're no different than any other guy. You guys see a pretty girl and you get all nuts." "Maybe that's true, but not when it's your own sister." "Oh c'mon. That thing in your pants has a mind of it's own. It doesn't know I'm your sister." He laughed. "Okay, enough. Let's talk about something else." "I thought so." "Whatever Anne. Even if it was true, which it's not, I'd never admit it, so you're wasting your breath." "It's okay, you don't have to admit it, so long as we both know it's true." He shook his head. "Seriously though, when you're not lusting after your own sister perv, what about Toni? She seems pretty cool, and she's way into you." "Ha, well yeah, she's great, but it would never work. I think perhaps your woman's intuition is a little off on that one." "Oh, I don't think so. She likes you, I can tell." "Oh yeah, and what makes you so sure?" "Just a hunch. Perhaps you just didn't notice because you're too pre-occupied with your gorgeous little sister around." "Yeah, perhaps, but let me let you in on a little something. Toni is more likely into you than me." "Really? Wow, I never would have guessed." "Yeah so, that just goes to show how off the mark you are." "Well, maybe about that, but I'm definitely right about the other thing." "Okay, if you say so." "Wow, she's a lesbian huh? Never would of guessed." We sat quietly for a minute, while we finished off the wine. "Should I open another one?" "Hell yes! I'm on vacation remember?" "Okay..." "Speaking of which, is that thing just for show"? I gestured towards the hot tub. My brother smiled. "I'll open another bottle and meet you out there." "I'll get my suit." I changed into my bikini and ran out to the hot tub. My brother came out with the wine and our glasses. I slid in while he set them down next to us. "Hmmm." He shook his head. "What?" "Well, nothing. It's just that normally I have a rule – No clothes in the hot tub, but I guess considering the circumstances, I'll have to break the rules." "Ah-ha! I told you!" "What?" "You want to get me naked in your hot tub!" "Sis, I was kidding." "Oh, I don't think you were. How many girls have you said that to?" He laughed. "Well, you got me there. There's been a few." "See, I told you. Now I'm sitting in your little love pool. How much sex have you had in here?" He started to strip down to his boxer shorts. "Don't worry, it's cleaned regularly." "Yeah right. Either way, you want to see me naked don't you perv?" "No, I was kidding." He started to step in. "Wait! I will if you do." "What, get naked? No it's okay." "Oh c'mon, you know you want to. Think about all the crazy things you must have done, and I'll bet none of them come close to getting your own sister naked in your hot tub." "No, I don't think any of them do, but it's okay." "What's the matter, chicken?" I laughed. "You really want to get naked?" "Well, I know that you really do. Besides, this thing is big enough for an army, so it really wouldn't be a big deal." He smiled. "Okay fine. Let's see you put your money where your mouth is." He stepped back out on the patio and slipped his boxers down. He stood there for a second, completely naked, letting me get an eye-full before getting in. He looked amazing, and it dawned on me that I had never actually seen my brother naked before, not even when we were young. He didn't have the biggest cock I'd ever seen, but it was probably the nicest, even in it's totally limp state. It definitely wasn't small, maybe just slightly bigger than average, but there was just something about it, and I immediately wanted to know what it would look like when it was hard. The thought made me tingle, but I played it cool. What surprised me the most though was that he was totally shaven, and to me, that was very sexy. He sank beneath the water, and I could no longer see him. "Okay, you're move hot shot." I wasted no time in stripping down, making sure he got an equal view before sitting down. After a while it was as though we'd forgotten that we were naked, and continued to talk and drink as if it was perfectly normal, but I seemed to notice the more we talked and drank, the closer we got. Pretty soon, we were only about two feet apart. I had my feet up on the long seat with my knees pulled up into my chest and back against the wall. He was sitting on the same seat about two feet from my feet. I noticed that he had been staring at me strangely pretty much since we got in, so I called him on it. "So, you've been checking me out the whole time we've been in here...you're telling me you're not excited?" "We're back on this again? First of all, I have not and no I'm not." "Oh yeah? Prove it." "What do you mean prove it?" "Stand up and let's have a look." "No." "I thought so. It's okay, you don't have to." Without warning, I stretched my foot out and touched his hard cock with my foot. He jumped in surprise, and I laughed. "I knew you were hard!" "Seriously Anne, that's not cool. It's one thing to joke about it, but you're my sister! That's fucked up." "Oh relax, it's no big deal. I just touched it for a second." "Still, you shouldn't do that." "Why not? What's the big deal? Here you can touch my boob and then we'll be even." He shook his head and sat back down as I laughed. "Oh c'mon. I was just kidding around. Besides, you got a nice cock, you shouldn't be embarrassed." "I'm not embarrassed. It's just, you shouldn't do that." "C'mon, I touched it with my foot. It's not like I licked it or something." By now I was laughing pretty hard, and he just kept shaking his head. "It doesn't matter, a foot can do the same thing." "Really? So you like that kind of thing huh?" "Well...sure, why not, but not with my sister." "Like I said, it doesn't know I'm your sister." Even though I was joking around, this whole thing was getting me excited too. Suddenly, we were both quiet. "No, it doesn't." Without a word, almost as if I was supposed to, I reached my foot out again and pressed it firmly against his cock. This time, he didn't move. We stared at each other as if we were both unsure, but we didn't stop. I gently slid my whole foot up and down his shaft. He started to breathe heavy and tilted his head back and closed his eyes. I continued rubbing him with my foot, and wiggling my toes over the head of his dick. He began to pump into me, fucking my foot as I jerked him off. It was also happening so quickly, and I was so excited. My nipples were like rocks, and my pussy and clit were throbbing. Without thinking, I immediately began to finger myself. We were both moaning as I continued to stroke my brother with my feet and toes. The water made it easy to stroke him, and his cock felt amazing on my foot. All of a sudden he grunted loudly and I felt his cock begin to spasm as he shot his load between my toes and into the hot water. I smiled as my brother recovered, but I was overcome with the urge to cum my self. I quickly reached back and flipped on the jets, breaking the tense silence. I pulled my brother off his seat and instructed him to get on his knees in front of me. I knelt on my seat and wrapped my arms around him. I leaned forward and raised my ass in the air until my aching pussy was lined up with the powerful jet. I gripped my brother tightly as the warm water filled my pussy and pounded my clit. My brother gently tweaked my nipples as I fucked the warm stream of water, and in just seconds I was screaming in orgasm. I quickly hopped off the seat and onto my brother, wrapping my legs around him. To my surprise, his cock was still hard and easily slipped into me. We began to fuck hard as if we were both possessed. It seemed to take forever, but soon I felt his cock throbbing and shooting off inside me. I didn't think I would have been able to cum again, but the feel of our wet naked bodies wrapped together and his beautiful cock shotting off inside me brought me over the edge. My whole body tensed up and I screamed out as the most powerful orgasm of my life ripped through me. Before we could even recover and face what had just happened, I noticed Toni standing just feet away from us, her hand absently gripping her crotch through her pants. Her eyes caught mine and she smiled. "I knew there was something special about you." She said. California Love "SUIT? Check. Cashmere sweaters? Check. Two pairs of heels? Check. Agent Provocateur play set? Check. Another boring all-work-and-no-play business trip? No check." This one was going to be different. This time, she had a different agenda- to finally consummate a relationship that should have been relieved a long time ago. They had been friends for some time now, ever since she moved out to California and they first met. He was there for her when she needed a friend so badly. The timing could not have been much worse, since she didn't know any one else, was heavily involved with the woman of her dreams and it was her first day on the job. She desperately needed a ride home and she had to ask the guy that was training her. Luckily, he obliged. And in that moment, the attraction they felt for one another was undeniable. He was an Adonis in her eyes. He had boyish good looks and the body of a football player, which he kept from his glory days- an all-American type with a blondish brown crew cut hair, bright smile and strong, willing hands. And he was very, very charming. He was the type who could charm the pants off any one-male or female, but especially female. You just couldn't deny him. And nor could she. So after years of messing around, being apart and being faithful, she decided to go for it. He knew she would be in town for business, but he didn't know exactly what that business was. She had told him that she'd be in meetings with vendors much of the day in San Francisco, but once done, at night, that they could meet up for drinks before heading out the next afternoon. He agreed since he hadn't seen her in so long and since, truthfully, he wanted to see what could be done differently, this time. Before she left Sacramento, her and her girlfriend had stayed with him for a week, after they had sold the car and quit their jobs. He was a friend to them both, but for her, she was always interested in him as much more. But how could she act on it when 1) she'd had a girlfriend, 2) she wasn't sure if he'd reject her on grounds of righteousness or unattractiveness and 3) even if it was all good, the chances of getting caught were so ripe? Once she saw the time winding down, she knew, albeit late, she had to say something. On the first night at his place, while the girlfriend was preoccupied with video games, she had decided to have a soak in the hot tub. She invited them both but only he accepted the invitation. The girlfriend dismissed them to relax as she began plotting her next move- on him. She was so nervous that she could barely stop fidgeting, but once at the spa, she put it all on the line. She had on bathing suit bottoms but couldn't find the top so she wore a matching push-up bra, instead, with a t-shirt on top. He looked at her as he took off his shirt and stepped into the tub. She knew what had to be done, so she pulled her shirt off, took off her glasses and stepped sexily into tub, keeping her eyes on him. She could see something in his eyes she had never seen before. The intensity behind his smile made her want to give in to all temptation. She wanted to give in to all of his sexual whims right then and there, but she had to pace herself. They talked, at first about benign things, but the topic quickly shifted to a more appropriate one-sex. She became bold. "Do you think I'm attractive?" "Yeah of course. Did you really have to ask?" That was all she needed to hear. She moved closer to him. But he moved away. She moved closer again, but again, he moved away. She was getting frustrated fast. "Why are you running away from me?" "Hmmm...let me see...scared that your girl might come out here, that we might get caught by security. Gee, let me pick one!" She tried to quell his thoughts but all he could think of was the possibility of her girlfriend catching them in the act. "I just wish you had said something sooner." He'd had loved to take her in the pool or in the nearby exercise room, but for him, the possibilities were damning. So she gave up and retreated back to the apartment and her mundane routine for another day. The following day was business as usual until mid afternoon when he decided that they all go for a drive to get out of the house. Once again, the girlfriend declined company and let the two go off in search of a good time. Once in the car, the conversation turned quickly to the task at hand. She asked if he'd had an idea of where they were going but he said he didn't know where to stop. After driving around for a few moments, the pair pulled over to the side of the ride adjacent to an open field with picnic benches and a drainpipe. They talked at the tables, wondering how they were going to fulfill their desires but still pondering what could be dire consequences. They talked of the ways, the positions that would be most successful- quick and pleasurable. It was all too much for her, so she decided that since his conscience had suddenly popped up she would, once again, give up. Once in the car, she realized something- he couldn't drive. He just sat there, parked. "What's wrong?" "I want you so bad that I just can't let this go," as he struggled with his virtue and desires. "Do you have protection?" "No." "So drive to the store and get some," she ordered. He was fuming by this point and said, "It shouldn't be this hard". She rubbed his leg and caressed his thigh, urging him onward, despite the facts. He fought himself from jumping on top of her, right then and there but he knew he could not any longer. She reached over and began massaging his crotch as he moaned and began to tenderly kiss her soft lips. The only thing separating them was that damned driver's console and their clothes. Their hands roamed and explored each other. They were panting like animals, pawing at each other as if it were their last. He squeezed her breasts in his hands and bent down to lick her nipple as she sighed for more. He reached into her pants and fingered her clit as she moaned in ecstasy. He inserted two fingers and began to fuck her. She wanted more and he could smell it-even taste it. She writhed and came all over his lovely digits with a release unheard of. He licked his fingers clean and savored the sweet, refreshing taste of his spoils. He wanted more- so much more, but he knew he could not. She urged him to pound her pussy and pull out but he wanted it all. He didn't want to settle, though in a way he had already done so. Angry with himself, he shook his head and started the car. She wanted to taste him, too, but before she could even reach over again, they were on the road. With one hand on her thigh and the other the steering well, he cursed his stupidity at not carrying a condom. He cursed himself for letting his dick get him that far. He cursed himself for her telling him about her feelings so late in the game. And most of all, he cursed himself for caring so much about her that he didn't want to be the one to ruin her already established relationship. And she knew it. They rode in complete silence. When they finally pulled into his parking space at the complex, he turned off the car and just looked at her. She stared deeply into his eyes and knew what he was thinking. He kissed her passionately, one more time, and got out of the car. And that was it. In a few days, she was on a plane to NYC to never be seen again until this trip. She had a lot riding on it, but no matter what, in the end, she knew it would be worth it. The moment she stepped off the plane and breathed in the bay air, she knew she had to find a way to come back, permanently. She never wanted to truly leave, but things got so hard she didn't know how to stay either. "Oh well. Can't waste too much more time on regret," she thought to herself. "Now was the time for making things happen." She was picked up by a company car and quickly whisked away to the meeting site downtown. Around 7pm, things began to wind down and she saw her opportunity for first contact, so she gave him a call. After a few minutes of light banter, the two decided to meet up downtown at a popular martini bar around 9pm. Since he was driving from San Mateo, he decided to leave a bit early to pick up the present he'd been waiting to give to her since she left. Once the meetings were officially deemed concluded and the vendors and company met at a crossroads, it was 8:30pm. So she made a mad dash for the ladies room to change and get freshened up for the big night ahead. She had the rest of her bags taken back to the hotel as she hailed a cab to take her to her destination. She was nervous but not in a fidgety way. She was nervous because she hadn't seen him in so long she had hoped he thought she was still attractive. She was nervous about whether or not he would like her choice of outfit- charcoal mini dress with black leather platform boots that stopped at her knees. She was nervous as to whether he'd reject her again in honor of friendship. By the time she had worked through it all in her mind, she was at the bar. She stepped into a smoky, but cool scene- complete with banquettes and suits with pretty young things. So she decided to grab an empty booth and wait. Only a few minutes later did she find herself face-to-face with him. He stood before her, grinning, holding a small black bag with a white bow. She knew the bag very well and was surprised he was holding it for her. They hugged and kissed on the lips. Then they sat down together to get reacquainted. After all of the stories, she suddenly realized that he had yet to present the bag to her. "So, when do I get my present," she asked coyly. "I told you it had to be done right. And this is right." He handed it to her as she peeked inside. "Pull it out and tell me if you like it," he said. "What a double entendre," she thought, giggled, and did as she was told. It was perfect. It was a sheer black mesh thong and bralette set with large ivory satin bows on the sides. It was perfect. He did know her. And yes, he did want her. She couldn't help but be mesmerized by his planning and adoration. She kissed him passionately as he held her close in his strong, muscular arms. She had missed this so much. And so far, it was all worth it. He knew he had to see her in it immediately so he asked that she excuse herself to put it on and she obliged. She stuffed her underwear into her clutch bag and donned his gay apparel. It was soft and silky against her skin. She played with the bows a bit as she began to fantasize of the things he'd be doing to her soon. She snapped out of it and dashed for the door to make it all a reality. When she returned to the booth, she noticed that he had taken the time to order bottle service of Dom, which she appreciated. Since her absence, he had been working for an investment firm. He worked his way up from CSR to Advisor and had the suit and moves to prove it. He no longer had to dream of the finer things, for he had them. He had a choice of women nightly, but always, he wanted her. She couldn't help but feel flattered at the fact, but still frustrated-but no more. Here it was, right in front of them both, with nothing but space and opportunity- and a sheer black mesh thong- between them. She sat, she drank (he never cared for alcohol or cigarettes), they canoodled like new lovers and once the bottle ran dry, they decided to leave. In his planning he had figured that though his place in San Mateo was nice by most standards, it still wasn't right. So he rented the penthouse at the "W" Bay for the night. His driver was waiting outside for the couple. He opened the car door for her to get in and he followed. Within a few minutes, they were at the hotel. Since he frequently used the hotel's bar for business meetings, he was able to garner the room on very short notice. There, he was important. Upon reaching the elevator they were greeted by a bellhop. "Penthouse, sir," as he motioned them inwards. She smiled, impressed by the respect being thrown his way. She couldn't help but think of how much and how little has changed. He had always looked out for her and did what he could. She always felt loved by him and he always made sure she never had to question. The bell dinged and the scene was set. He motioned her outwards with his hand placed gently in the small of her back. "Good move," she thought. "Subtle, but good." It was a beautiful room, lots of neutrals like charcoal grey, brown and cream with a dash of saffron and blue for measure, complete with a balcony. She smiled in approval. He sat on the bed and took off his shoes and jacket as she gazed upon the view that was San Francisco Bay. He came up and stood behind her, quietly, and waited for her acknowledgement. She turned around and saw that familiar look in his face. She knew that this was it. He pulled her in close and kissed her passionately as the cool bay air snaked around them and made their warmest parts shiver. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, where he lay her down gently. She didn't move a muscle. He closed the balcony door and quickly disrobed to his boxers as he watched her lie there, waiting for instructions. He pondered where he would touch first, but first, he had to get that dress off. So he rolled her over onto her stomach and unzipped the side, slowly, watching her breathe. She wriggled out of the garment as she turned back over, to reveal what he had given to her. She looked like a gothic angel minus the black halo. "Exquisite," he thought. He studied every visible peak and valley. She had this hip bone that protruded only when lying down and with the heavy breathing, it made it even more pronounced. He kissed there first. Then he unzipped her leather boots, one by one to reveal her soft, glowing, smooth legs. She was definitely a well-kept woman and she knew how to present herself well. Her abs was taut with anticipation but the rest of her body remained relaxed, in waiting. He kissed her feet, her calves, thighs, stomach, breasts, neck and lips. He lay on his side, by her side and kissed her again, with one hand around her neck, cradling her face gently. She could feel herself melting with relief into him. He was so strong and insistent as she wafted through his senses, stimulating each one. He could smell her desire and now he wanted to taste it. He slowly undid the bows that were holding the undergarment hostage to her body. He then sat her up and unhooked the clasp of the bralette to expose her perky, begging nipples. He suckled each one as she moaned with pleasure, cradling his head to her bosom. She smelled like Casablanca lilies mixed with jasmine and a hint of vanilla. He looked up into her eyes as he kneeled between her legs, praying within her temple of sensuousness. She smiled tenderly at him, lovingly even. He could see the anticipation and happiness in her eyes. He had missed seeing both so much. She lay back onto the sumptuous down pillows and pulled him on top of her. Their legs intertwined as they passionately kissed. With tension building, he could feel her getting increasingly moist as his hard member rubbed her mound. She then rolled him over onto his back and ripped off his boxers in one deft move to reveal his aching hard-on. She looked at it with glee and smirked. Before he knew it, her hand was wrapped around the shaft and the head was in her mouth. His eyes rolled backwards into his head with satisfaction as he groaned a sigh of relief. With the tip in her mouth she rolled her tongue around and sucked it like a tootsie pop. There was no need for special instruction, for it was obvious that she knew what she was doing. As she continued to suck the head, she moved the shaft further into her slippery orifice inch by inch until it tickled her tonsils and made her gag. He loved to hear the gagging sound his dick created and encouraged her on with a hand on the back of her head, urging her onward. Spit trickled down as she deep throated him to the balls as he moaned and begged her not to stop. She coughed and began licking and sucking his balls as she further manipulated his shaft with her hand. With her free hand, while kneeling between his knees, she dragged her nails up and down his torso and legs, being careful to leave scars with just the right depth. He writhed in ecstasy and asked her to continue sucking his dick. She complied and continued to titillate the head of his cock with her tongue and cheeks. He was more than delighted at this point when she suddenly jumped up and sat on his dick, carefully and slowly inserting it inside her dripping pussy. With that, he sat up and helped guide her onto his shaft as she moaned. They sat on the bed facing each other, her on top with legs wrapped around his waist and him straight up with legs out. She rocked back on forth on it until it became more comfortable for him to go deeper inside. She could feel him touching her cervix as she screamed with frustration. He then locked her legs around his waist and swapped places as he placed her on her back, knees to ears, to delve deeper inside her. This was the baby maker position so she knew she was going to come quickly this way, which she did. But he kept going, pressing into her thighs with his massive shoulders and making her repent for her prior sin of leaving him high and not-so-dry. His cock was about nine inches and very thick. She had no trouble feeling him all over. He could feel her muscles tense up on him when he went deeper and hit her spot. He loved every minute of making her squirm and come at the same time. As he sped up his motion, the more she tightened around him. She wanted and tried to push him off of her, to give her some room, some time to recover, but he refused. He refused to give in to her whim, for once. And it was when he did this that he finally heard what he had been longing to hear for years from her lips. "Fuck me." He happily and quickly obliged as he slowed down his tempo, wrapped her ankles around his neck and kissed her as he went even deeper inside her. She held onto him for dear life as she felt she had no other recourse for her sanity. He was so demanding yet sweet. She could feel her body becoming limp and he could too. It was all too much for her, but she didn't care and asked him not to stop. He kissed her again, softly, as he came inside her. But he was not done- he still w anted to taste her. As permission was finally granted for rest (or so she thought), he sat back on his feet and let her legs dangle in the crux of his arms. He kissed her legs and licked and sucked her toes. She giggled for she knew what he was up to. Sweet. He then bent her legs and spread her knees to reveal his prize. It was shiny and wet with their mixture. He had to taste it. He slowly licked her clean from the lips to ass as she rubbed his head and shoulders, being careful not to touch her already engorged clitoris. She liked his head and how it felt- all prickly but soft and well-rounded. She appreciated the favor for he knew what her clitoris was capable of and did not want to leave and severely lingering clues for the other. She pulled him up to her face and licked his lips because she knew it tickled. He chuckled and kissed her lovingly on the nose, smiling. She glowed in the faint moonlight, feeling as if dawn was not too far away. She ran her hands along his well-developed shoulders, biceps and pecs. She reached up and nuzzled his neck. She licked and sucked her way to his nipples, which were begging for attention. She sucked the tips while keeping her gaze on his eyes. This is a too often neglected erogenous zone for men, but she knew better than to ignore it. He moaned, surprised to find her mouth so pleasurable there. She then pushed him off of her and turned around, sitting on her feet, with her back to him. He examined her curves with the posterior view. She was beautifully shaped, with just enough of everything- nothing was in excess. Her long, beautiful neck, toned shoulders, straight spine, perfectly arched lumbar- complete with back dimples, and a nice, round, and tight ass. She wanted him to look at her- to study her form. They both knew it very well could have been the last. So they were sure to take it all in. With photographic memories this was an arduous task, because of the complications. But for now, everything was simple. It was just he, just her, in this one place, together, for hours. It was all they had so they appreciated every minute and made sure each moment in between lingered for another. California Love She turned her face, looking over her right shoulder towards him. He moved closer and traced her outline with his hands. Her strong shoulders and separated wings, the smallness of her frame was wondrous since she was so tall. He placed his left arm around her waist and gently pushed her head downwards to the pillows. She presented herself to him. He rubbed his cock between her ass cheeks as she shook it for his enjoyment. He slapped her ass with a heavy hand to let her know who was in charge as she yelped with slight pain and deference. He stroked his cock until it got hard enough for penetration. "Spread 'em" he said. She opened her knees and legs wide, while keeping her head down and back gracefully arched as he entered her from behind. Slow and steady, at first, to allow for maximum depth, but then she murmured his favorite words again (Fuck me) and he just had to obey the woman. He thrust deep inside her, causing her to grab a fistful of sheet and bit the pillow to camouflage her screams. He had no desire to relent so he commenced to pounding her kitten like day-old bread. He was committed. Every now and then he'd slap her ass to watch it jiggle, but made sure to focus on the task at hand- and that was making her come more fiercely than she ever had before. And he did just that. When he was done he pulled out and came right on his target- her T-stamp. How appropriate. He slapped her ass one last time for good measure when she sank into the cool, comforting retreat of the sheets, completely spent. The two lay within one another, legs intertwined, arms mingled and slept peacefully until the dawn. The first peek of sunlight awakened her early enough to see the end of darkness. She stepped out onto the balcony in her glory, knowing that not many would be accompanying her to see her vision. She stared into the sunrise, over the bridge and fog, and wondered what the rest of her life would be like. Part of her wished that they could be together, but that same part of her knew what happened was special because they weren't together. She was confused. She felt amazing and fulfilled yet wanting more in spite of her life. She knew she loved her wife of many years, but she also loved him in a way that few others would understand. She knew that her wife would never accept them as an ongoing, known relationship, but she knew that she could not let this be the first, last and only time they were together. It just felt too right. She shook her head, not knowing what to do. She heard him stirring in the room, possibly looking for her so she turned around to help him and there he was, once again. He asked, "What are you thinking about," even though he already knew. She chose not to humor him and said nothing. He kissed her long and hard, for he already knew the answer to his question, but decided to ignore it for just a bit longer. She wrapped her arms around his neck, knowing full well what was about to happen. He picked her up by her thighs and placed her on the edge of the metal railing. It was cold, but she didn't care because she wanted him to have her again. He kissed her neck, being careful to not let her go, and made his way slowly down her body to her somewhat abused kitty. It was quite swollen, and it made him feel a bit sorry for beating it up last night. So he decided to be extra gentle, this time avoiding the lips and suckling only the tip of her clitoris. She moaned with ecstasy and pain. She felt not only physical pain from the act but also mental. She knew this was it. But she just couldn't accept it yet. She came, once again, but this time in a soft, warm trickling stream to which he was more than willing to lap from. He rose to her level and looked deep into her eyes. Neither one smiled, just gazed incessantly. There were no words left to say. He hugged her close and picked her up from the railing and carried her inside to the shower. He turned on the steam and joined her in soaping down and getting clean. They showered in complete silence. They kissed and hugged and held one another, neither really wanting to let go of the other, but knowing they had to. Water wrinkles began forming on their bodies, hair completely saturated, time slowly elapsed. By the time they had decided to get out, two hours had passed, but it felt like only a few minutes. He dried himself off and oiled her down, being good not to miss a spot. It was all so methodical and deliberate- it felt like time was in slow-motion. They lingered around the room, almost aimlessly, not wanting it to end. There was a knock at the door-room service for check out. He answered the door while quickly putting on his boxers and declined the meal, for neither had an appetite for food-just each other. He turned around and looked at her, just standing there in her pretty panties. She wanted to cry so badly but she knew she couldn't let him see it. It would only make him feel worse. He knew that, as he joined her in the middle of the room, standing, holding her for comfort. She felt so good in his arms, as if she was made just to fit within their massive space. And she still smelled like Casablanca lilies, jasmine and that hint of vanilla- amazing. She knew she couldn't cry, but she had to tell him exactly how she felt this time. She looked at him and said it- "I love you." "I love you, too." There were no other words left to say. They dressed and left the room. His driver was waiting for them in the lobby. "Mr. Palmer, this way please," as he motioned towards the car. He dropped her off at her hotel to gather her things, as it was his preference to take her to the airport, as well. While in the room gathering her things, she made a quick conference call to HQ to let them know that she was flying out and that she'd be in touch upon landing. The driver placed her suitcase into the trunk and held the door for her to re-enter the vehicle. Upon sitting down, she realized that he was holding a bouquet of Casablanca lilies. She didn't know how he had gotten them, but she was happy that he did. He presented them to her along with a small box. At that moment, she was so scared of what may have been in the box that she just stared at it in silence. "Please, take it," he urged. She obliged and opened the box to discover not what she thought it was. It was a key. She was baffled. She looked at him, confused. "That's a safe deposit box key. When it's time to be opened, you will know. The location will be revealed to you at that time and its contents will be yours." She didn't know what to say. With tears in her eyes, she managed a very tiny thank you. He bowed his head with grace and told the driver that they were ready to go to the airport. Still in silence, they sat, as he held her hand the entire way there. Not a moment after landing, she was on the phone with the vendors again, wheeling and dealing. "Back to the grind," she thought. Nine months later, she had little Jaylin. Her and the wife had been trying to get pregnant for some time before the trip, but were unsuccessful. So she decided to kill two birds with one stone. And he knew it. She attained the box's location and instructions to go and open it alone. Once Jaylin turned three months and was able to be watched by a nanny, she went to open it. She drove into the city to a bank on Greenwich Avenue. The attendee retrieved the box and left her in a room, alone, to view its contents. At first she just stared at it, afraid to discover its secret. Then she snapped out of it and realized that she had come so far and it had to be opened. She placed the key into the lock and turned it clockwise. She looked inside and began bawling. Inside the box was the account number to a trust fund he had set up for their child and a 5-karat pink diamond solitaire engagement ring. And a note that read simply- "maybe some day...."