14 comments/ 26579 views/ 14 favorites Finally Meeting Morgan Ch. 01 By: AVixenLiterally I sat staring at the computer – flushed, nearly panting, and my heart beating so loud I thought I might pass out. The familiar tightening of my nipples and the warmth between my legs gave "voice" to my feelings. After the most random of happenings that set off this chain of events we were finally going to meet. I guess maybe I should start at the beginning. It's just so damned hard to type with your hands shaking!! I'm Morgan, 49 years old, living in "Shikaakwa." (snicker – look it up) Single, unattached, lesbian, I work as an administrator in health care. 5 ft, 8 in, 150ish, brown hair, shoulder length, trying to maintain some dignity in my figure with, admittedly, sporadic attendance at a nearby health club. Avid reader, love music, love the water, quiet dinners with good wine, the very essence of boring. Oh, and did I mention I still love watching women's basketball? Me: tongue firmly in cheek. An online friend told me about this site called "Literotica" and I was enthralled with some wonderful tomes by women writers. Hooked me like a sea bass. So I wander from time to time and find some really fabulous works. When I say "fabulous" I mean zowie!! Not the slam, bam, thank you ma'am nonsense. Nooo sirree. We're talking serious literature here ... some rather short (6-10 pages), some very long, detailed and involved. Yeah there's some blech; gotta kiss a few frogs to find your princess. In my wanderings, I come across "allyliterally" Hmm. She's penned something called "Delicious Thoughts." In the first line she states the title is a tribute to a woman whose pen name is "DeliciousThoughts." Aha methinks. So off I go to find this DeliciousThoughts. Her "Four Weeks" totally blew me away; I mean, I spent the entire weekend reading, dreaming and ... ummm ... more private things; completely forgetting about allyliterally. Eventually I come back around and find Ally and begin to dig into her work - "Delicious Thoughts." Finally Meeting Morgan Ch. 01 Finally you pulled away. My eyes opened after a moment to find yours fixed on me. Your free hand brushed my shoulder and trailed softly down my arm. I ached to be touched - the need so great. You seemed to sense the tension beneath you; that if you touched anything remotely erogenous it would have sent me careening into orgasm. The subtle sparkle returned to your eyes; the tiniest of smirks creased your lips as your mouth moved, again, to cover mine. I couldn't resist, couldn't; my arms wrapped around you – one low in the small of your back, the other on your head and neck. Silky smooth to the touch, intoxicating, lightly, freshly scented. Good lord in heaven!! I wanted to flip you on your back and take every bit of pleasure you had to offer – and then begin again, to stop only when you finally beg in a ragged pant, "Oh god!! Enough!!" As if reading my mind your teeth tugged lightly on my bottom lip; another moan escaped. "Is my Morgan thinking she's going to take charge?" with a lilt that hinted at laughter. Without a word you bent to my neck with lips, teeth, nibbling, licking, caressing. My fingers curled in your long dark tresses holding you to me as my chest heaved in my lust. Your fingers slid across my stomach. Nails raked the skin as, helpless beneath you, I squirmed with desire. I realized with a start you had yet to remove your bra. My fingers moved to the clasp to unfasten it. "Don't!" sharply. Mute, I nodded, my hands falling to the bed. Your mouth moved swiftly, taking my full nipple in your lips and teeth. I arched beneath you, crying out. As quickly as you had taken me you pulled away, leaving me breathless, disappointed, hopelessly lost. With a minx-like grin you kissed the tip of my nose. Your eyes locked on mine, you crooned, "All things come to a pet who waits." "Ally, I ...," your mouth silenced me, the kiss, soft as a whisper. Cat-quick you moved to straddle me. From above you cupped the satin covered mounds and teased, "Do you like what you see Morgan?" My hot, flashing eyes gave you your answer. From my mouth, "God yes!" "Would you care to remove my bra, pet?" I reached for the clasp, undid it, and you pushed my hands away, the straps holding to your shoulders. Your arms crossed. As seductively as I'd ever seen, your eyes went to slits as you slid the silk down your arms, holding the cups in place. Leaning over me you revealed one gorgeous breast, lowering it to my mouth. I gasped; taking your nipple softly in my lips I bathed it thoroughly with my tongue. My eyes close as the scent and taste of you fills me. I changed the pressure; slurping as a new-born, suckling you. You pull away; the other cup is lowered; the other breast lowered to my waiting mouth. My hands slip to the middle of your back, bringing you closer. The scent of you arouses me; skin so soft and supple, your nipple firm and hard. I nurse, tease, tug, and bathe it and would for as long as you left it for me. I release it and bury my mouth in the lovely valley between your breasts drinking you in. It's warm and so intimate. "I rather think you enjoy my breasts, Morgan. What say you?" I let out a rather long sigh. "They're quite lovely of course. Just as I knew they would be. I do believe I could spend all night pleasuring them." Your soft laugh echoes through the room. "Yes my dear I do believe you would indeed. But there are other pleasures I wish to explore with you." You slip from me as quickly and easily as you had straddled me. As you do, your mouth left a wet, warm trail from the valley of my breasts to the soft silk of my panties. I was near delirium with want. So very softly, "Oh my, you are the needy one aren't you? Your essence fills my nose pet; how lovely!" Swoon!!! My mind is ablaze – both with desire and in confusion. I want so badly to take; the realization grows that you are, firmly, in charge. I want ... it pulses through me like a metronome. I NEED ... oh god, how I need – everything. Yes, every little bit that you have to offer and that I have to give – and vice versa. The dam of my emotions finally bursts as I break into tears; they flood my cheeks as I cry, helplessly. I feel your body against mine as you hold me. My body simply is on overload and my mind can't keep up. You've taken this middle age woman to a place she never knew she wanted or needed; I only knew I wanted to be right here, right now; love or lust mattered not – I was yours, without reservation, reason – or understanding. You lay still against me as my anguished sobs abated, softly kissing my neck and cheek, your hands roaming idly while staying away from anything erogenous. When finally I sighed, you asked, "Morgan, are you all right?" Feeling completely ridiculous now, I answered, "Yes, Ally, I really am. I just ... well, I was just overwhelmed. You, me; you surprised me, caught me completely off guard when you called me 'pet.' I guess I'm used to initiating." "You want to be led." -A statement; stark and simple in its candor. And yes, Morgan, in your heart of hearts you know full well she's absolutely right. "Yes." So there it is; out in the open. You reach around my stomach to my hip and begin to remove the silk panty; obliging, I lift my hips as you ease the now scented and moist waste of time from me, throwing them over the edge of the bed. Clad only in garter and stockings I am both naked and vulnerable. I shiver in the delight of it and in anticipation. You do not disappoint. Quickly but gently you begin the next stage of the seduction. Rising slightly, you throw a leg between mine and press your mouth to mine – this time with an urgency and passion not yet felt. I wrap you in my arms as I return your kiss, our parted lips warm and moist, our tongues clashing, heating us both. I feel your breasts press to mine, noticing, idly, that your nipples are rock-hard, matching mine. Your hand slips down my side, caressing the side of my breast, moving to capture the pointed peak, tweaking it, pinching, teasing, and then moving down my stomach to the center. Your leg pulls mine apart as your fingers seek the soft, soaked folds of my pussy. Involuntarily I lift to your touch. Easing from the kiss, you nibble my lip, murmuring, "My, my Morgan, you're quite ready, aren't you?" My answer is to pull your mouth back to mine, hard and demanding, leaving no doubt that you're correct. Your hand cups my mound, pressing, searching, teasing, slipping through the moisture, opening me with your fingers. Those damn fingers are wonderfully maddening. Your fingernail drags across the pearl taking my breath away. You're light as a feather but I feel unable to move ... other than the urgent rocking of my hips as they strive to meet your fingers, desperately seeking relief and pleasure. You break the kiss and move to my neck, caressing me with your lips and tongue, bathing me, leaving cold droplets on my heated skin. Finally able to gather a breath I realize I'm in full pant mode; you've left me gasping in my desire. I bring my hands to your breasts, cupping them both. My fingers caress, capturing the fullness, loving the swell, tweaking the hard points. Your mouth moves again and I lose purchase on your breasts. I reach a hand, trying to find that sweet ass of yours and find it, maddeningly, covered in silk. Slipping my fingers beneath, I grope and caress its silky softness. I feel your breath hot on my breast, the nipple taken into the depths of your mouth; you widen your mouth to fill it with me. The hand at my pussy slips two fingers into me. I cry out; I'm desperately close. Sensing, somehow, you keep them still, yet your thumb teases and tortures my throbbing clit. My soft moans fill the air. "Pet, you will come when I allow; no sooner. Understood?" Frustrated and needy I give my assent. Your mouth returns to my breast. Your fingers continue to torture and please. I squirm madly. I feel your mouth leave my nipple. I open my eyes to find yours gazing at me. "Pet, do I need to restrain you to keep you still?" Jesus god; it came and went in a flash but you saw it. "Ah, so another layer gets peeled. My pet desires ... no, needs, to be restrained. No." You take my hands and raise them over my head to the bed post. "I will not restrain you. And you will not move your hands. Understood?" I nod. "Speak your acceptance to me, pet." "Yes, Ally, I will not move." Your eyes sparkle; you kiss me greedily, and return to laving my breast with your mouth. Your fingers are evil; deliciously, creatively, probingly, completely, wonderfully evil. You curve to find my g-spot. I need a cum so badly and you've forbade me to without permission. I focus on gripping the headboard in distraction. As if you sense the peak, you stop. You remove your fingers, leaving me gasping again. Your mouth moves to mine. "Pet, you are simply fabulous. I can't get enough of you, do you know that? Seldom is it I've been with someone who responds so completely and deliciously to me." I blush furiously but am warmed inside with ... pride? As before, you rise above me, lowering yourself so your breast beckons above my mouth. Hungrily I move to take it. Desperate to pleasure you I suckle; my hands remain in place. Damnation! You move from side to side, taunting, teasing. One, then the other, and back again ... god it's fabulous. I lick at the soft skin beneath the breast. It's often overlooked; I do love the scent. You are deliberately slow in your movements. Then you surprise me by plunging your fingers back in the warm wetness of your pussy. Oh my god!! What did I just say? Your pussy? It's our first time together. What am I acknowledging? My fevered mind confuses me. All I know is that I want to pleasure you and be pleasured by you. I feel it building again; the overwhelming pleasure of a mind blowing orgasm. My body begins its rhythm; the siren builds from deep inside; the heat climbs, taking hold of me. My breathing changes, my hips move feverishly. All at once, you are astride me, your body atop mine, legs between mine. You grasp my legs and bring them over your shoulders, pressing your pussy to mine. Somehow the silk panty is gone; I feel your wetness pressed to mine. Your eyes have gone hot and wild as you gaze at me. Did I know you were this close? You had not let me do much more than love your breasts. When? How? My hips lift to meet yours as we dance the intimate, feminine dance of love. You press, you thrust. I lift, I press. We move in glorious unison as one. "NOW!!" The explosion behind my eyes is white. My body tenses as I arch off the bed. You press down to meet my thrust. I hear a keening cry somewhere in the room. It has to be me as somehow I feel your lips on my breast, tugging at the taut peaks. I rock my hips to meet yours again and again. The heat won't go away; no, it builds, insistent. My belly is tense, my legs shake uncontrollably. The blood roars in my ears and my sex. We are one. And just like that, the crest passes. I feel you begin to slip away; you've released my nipple, your head rests between my breasts, my chest heaves. I hear you pant; we both are. As my body slowly comes back in focus I feel you slip my legs off your shoulders. You lay atop me; we are bathed in perspiration, limp, sated. Did you cum? Was I so blinded by my own I missed it? How on earth? I feel my arms being moved; you take them, saying softly, "Please hold me Morgan." I want to cry. I hold you close. Somehow it went from zero to sixty and back. I hadn't felt you turn; hadn't recognized how close you had gotten. How did that happen? It's what I do; give before taking. How did you pleasure me so thoroughly and yet ... my god I'm so confused. I sigh; confused and contented. As we lay together I feel you relax against me. You are a feather. My arms hold you close. I hear your breathing slow as you fall asleep. I smile and join you. I wake with a start. Realizing quickly I am not home in my bed I lay still, taking in my surroundings. I am naked and there is a warm, naked, very feminine body next to me. I smile; my lovely Ally. I feel you stir ever so slightly and ask, very softly, "Are you awake?" "Yes." I sit up, reaching for the blankets, chilled; you must be as well. You ask, "Morgan, are you okay?" "Oh god yes Ally," as I cover us both. I turn, covering you with me, my arm across you and my leg between yours. I snuggle into the curve of your neck, content. My eyes close as I prepare to retreat to a most welcome sleep. I feel you beneath me, warm, soft, curvy, so very sexy and feminine. I lift my head suddenly; in the ambient lighting of the room I see your head turn to me. I press my lips to yours, and ask, "Ally, you never gave me the chance to pleasure you. I ... please, I want to, so very badly." "Morgan, darling, you need not plead." I feel your legs spread. "Baby girl, why didn't you tell me? You had to know what I wanted to give you; do for you." I took away your ability to answer with my mouth, pressing it to yours, hungry, needy. I was all over you in a flash, taking, feeling, tasting, clawing, teasing; everything I hadn't had the chance (or the choice) to do the first time around. I was intent on devouring you, taking you whole. My hands were everywhere like a blur; my mouth bathed, nipped, licked, lashed, and repeated. Your body was so quick to respond that, for a moment, I was taken aback. But, a moment later, I renewed my assault. Your every curve, peak, and valley was taken, tasted, touched, felt and caressed. I was a dervish in my need to pleasure you. I was rewarded at every soft curve and turn with gasps, sighs, moans. Your fingers raked my hair, grabbing occasionally as if to emphasize where you wished me to linger. I was all too eager and willing to do as your fingers commanded. I finally made my way to the scented, soft, still moist folds of your sex. You were mine, finally!! I pushed your legs apart with my shoulders – giving me purchase to you. Intent on taking my prize I dove into the scented lips and lapped as a parched, near death human would. This was not the soft, subtle, lovely romance earlier. No. It was a determined giving. As my mouth sought to please your pussy my fingers teased relentlessly. Pearl, rosebud, between your lips, rosebud, pearl, lips, caressing the soft skin of your thighs, your ass, your sex, everything!!! I wanted your cum; I would demand it. And I would take it – any way I had to. As my mouth and hand took you, the free hand moved to a nipple, only to find company. We locked fingers for a moment until you moved to other breast. I took the high, full nub, teasing, twirling. I could feel you bucking under my assault; glorious is the word that comes to mind. My fingers thrust hard, my tongue urgent upon your clit; together we seek your climax. Will you? It takes a few, desperate seconds (I think) and then it happens. Your body tenses as it approaches. I feel it; the intensity increases as I seek to draw your climax from you. As my fingers press deeper, more quickly inside you, you cry out in a last vestige of control, then tumble, helplessly, into the white heat. You bathe me in your wetness; your body convulses in ecstasy; I see you grip the bed as you lift and fall, helpless in the grasp of your bliss. A moment of pride gives way to a need to maintain my hold on your orgasm - not the easiest of tasks. The lithe figure beneath me is a slithering, wanton creature that tries to thwart my attempts to hold her. Your pleasure is my reward. I draw every last ounce of the heat from you, and, with one more cry and a tense, bucking thrust against my mouth, you crest. Suddenly, thoroughly spent, you lay limp, breathless, panting. I slip my fingers from you and bring them to my mouth, savoring the slippery, silky treasure. Soft kisses bathe the inside of your thighs, the perineum and every scented, moist inch of the center of you. One last soft kiss at the now hidden pearl evokes a shiver. As your body recovers from its pleasure I slide up your limp form and hold you close. My kiss is soft now. I whisper little nothings into your ear as I move my head to your shoulder. You slowly regain your breath, though I can still feel your heart pulse. "Morgan," you murmur, "that was brilliant. You completely took me around, and fabulously. Thank you. I'm wrecked." I pick up my head; your head turns to meet me; our kiss is soft, so sweet. "My precious darling, your words fill me with joy. It pleases me to know that I was able to satisfy you so thoroughly." Fuck all; my eyes fill. I lay my cheek against yours softly. Bringing my mouth to yours, one last kiss; then, my head on your shoulder, again we sleep. Finally Meeting Morgan Ch. 02 Finally Meeting Morgan Ch. 02 "I've never owned anything so daring Ally. They're a perfect fit. Yes, very much so. Thank you." You sit down on the bench, and one by one, hand me additional pair to try on. Each comes with a little commentary and banter back and forth. None are as daring as the first. All are spectacular fits and show off what figure I still possess. Then there was a problem. There was one pair, lavender, that I absolutely hated and you steadfastly loved. Round and round we went. Finally, you said, "We can't settle this. I've an idea," and turned and left the room. Dear reader - Yes, she left the freakin' door open, the tart. A few moments later I heard your voice mingled with that of another female. Entering the room, you said, "Pet, this is Roslyn. I've asked her to be the arbiter in our dispute." At the word "pet," Roslyn jerked her head around to stare, open mouthed, at you. I, of course, turned 15 shades of red in a flash. She came back around to me, openly eyeing me. "Well help the girl out, Morgan, and turn yourself round so she can take the measure of all of you." I did. As I came back to front, you turned to Roslyn and began, "We don't agree. I think the colour is perfect for her. She doesn't like the way they frame her bum. We need your opinion young lady. What say you?" Her head went back and forth from you to me. I caught it at the same time you did; her eyes changed. Oh lord god, she wants me. "I, I, umm ... well yes, they're very nice. I do like the color and I must say, Morgan, they do your rear justice. But as you'll be the one wearing them, the final decision should be yours." I nodded my agreement. You, however, insisted, "Roslyn, go ahead over to Morgan and check for yourself please. I think this is a hands-on moment. Please, be a dear." I thought I would faint as you brought her, by the elbow, over to me. "Yes, quite right. Go ahead; this calls for a closer look." Roslyn flushed and extended her hands to my hips. Lightly she slid her hands around to my ass; out of your sight, she cupped it. My eyes widened as I stared at you. Oh I am so going to get even with you! Then you did it, you honest to god fucking did it. In a low voice, you hissed, "You know, pet, I think our Roslyn fancies you. I believe I detect her scent. Why don't you give her a well-earned reward for being so helpful?" There was a look of shock in Roslyn's eyes. Then, suddenly, it gave way to a dusky desire. By god, your gaydar was up when we came in and you'd spotted this one immediately. You were just waiting for the right time to bring her to me. She was my height, slender, very light strawberry blonde, with green eyes that spoke of want. She closed the distance between us and kissed me, very suddenly, very lightly and very warmly. In my shock I opened my mouth to speak. She slipped her tongue in it. Behind me I heard you, softly, "Sit down Roslyn dear; let my pet give you a go." Wild eyed, she found the bench and sat. I moved in front of her and knelt; lifting her skirt (praise god) to find a very slender pink satin panty. Her eyes widened as I moved my head to the delta atop her legs. Fuck it. I grabbed the silk and ripped it. I heard you gasp behind me; Roslyn went completely pale. I lowered my mouth to find her shaven mound. Moist and fragrant, it begged for my attention. I took a leg in each hand and lifted them to my shoulders. You want me to pleasure this lovely stranger? Then I shall. I kissed her soft inner thighs, nipping slightly, using my lips, tongue, everything. My hands, free again, moved – one to a breast, the other to her pussy. I felt her nipple hard under the light blue top and rolled it between my fingers. The other hand stroked the sodden, full lips, spread them, and darted inside. My plaything moaned softly. I couldn't see you but I knew you were close by. This isn't me, yet here I am. I had already made up my mind as I went to my knees. This is going to be fast, hard, and hot. My fingers curved and found her g-spot as my mouth went to her pearl. I felt her legs tense on my shoulders and could hear her breathing change to a hard, fast pant. My god she's near a climax already. Not even I am that good! It must be the excitement and erotic nature of the moment. I suckled her clit, teasing it with my tongue as I circled it, wetly and loudly, with my lips. I felt a hand pull my head deeper into the scented valley. My fingers dove faster, my tongue and lips urging her on, up and over. My hand alternately caressed, teased, and pinched the nipple beneath it. Not quite yet; but soon. I heard her pant, "Oh my god, oh my god." Her hips began to rock; my mouth pinned her to the chair but she grasped whatever she could to gain leverage. She gave a little muffled squeal and it broke, washed over her, taking her completely over the cliff. Her legs stiffened; I felt her feet come off my back. Her hand threatened to suffocate me as she pushed me deeper to her. She gushed a river; a gorgeous, tasty, slightly salty creamy river that drowned my fingers. I moved my hand from her breast to her clit and drank in all she had to offer. She rode every last, delicious little bit of its glory and, with a shiver and moan, she crested. Her hand relaxed, feet fell to my back, stomach quivered. All at once voices rang out in the hall, "Where's Roslyn?" She stiffened in panic, pushing me away. She threw her legs from my shoulders to the floor and, shakily, stood. "Oh my god, what have I done? I could lose my job!!" From just off my shoulder, droll as can be, came, "I believe that falls under the category of 'customer assistance' dear. There won't be any trouble; I'll see to it." Roslyn looked at me wide-eyed. I smiled. "It's been a pleasure meeting you Roslyn." Eyes wider still; she murmured, "Thank you. Nice to meet you as well, pe -- umm, Morgan." With a quick glance to the mirror to smooth her clothing, she rushed quickly to the door, head turning from side to side before escaping. You came next to me; your hand brought my mouth to yours. "That was simply brilliant, pet; stunning, seductive, erotic. That most certainly deserves a reward. Please sit down Morgan." I did. You reached into your purse. When your hand came out there was an egg in it. You walked up to me, knelt, and inserted the egg inside my lips. You placed a soft kiss on my pearl. I watched with amazement and building lust. Suddenly there was a low buzz. I jumped. You held me in place on the bench, your mouth on my sex and your hand on my thigh. You dragged your tongue along the length of my pussy; I moaned. The egg was vibrating; it ate me up. I moaned, "Ally, I'm going to cum. Please stop that thing." Your response was to turn it higher. Your lips sought my pearl, high and proud, having peeked from its resting place. Your lips were on it like a vacuum cleaner, sucking, your tongue bathing it, swiping the top side to side. I sat completely still, unable to move. Oh my god – I suddenly realized what you were doing!! You were giving my clitoris the female equivalent of a blow job, treating it like a miniature cock. You had asked me once, some time ago, if I'd ever experienced that. Thunderstruck, I replied in the negative. You remembered. In a store!! Oh my god. "Oh god, Ally, I'm so close; I'm fucking going to cum right in this damn changing room." Silence; the egg was turned a little higher. Your mouth worked its torturous magic on me. Held still by your mouth and firm hand I sat as it came to take hold of me. I buried my fist in my mouth trying, futilely, to stifle the sounds of my pleasure. Wave after glorious wave shook me as I writhed helplessly above you. I slumped against the wall, my eyes closed, head lolled to the side, panting furiously. Oh ecstasy, Alison is thy name!! Lord god, save me. A knock on the door – "Are you all right in there?" "I believe my friend pulled a muscle in her back bending to pick up a pair of panties. We're fine thank you." Muttering softly, "Now go the fuck away." I had crested and was coming back to earth. You sensed my satisfaction and gave me a few last licks then stood. The buzzing went away; well, nearly away. It was there all right, just turned down. Then I saw your other hand in your pocket. I looked up to your eyes and saw your grin and the light of satisfaction in your eyes. "Is my pet satisfied?" wickedly. "Yes miss," I croaked through parched lips. You reached, pulled my head to your mouth and gave me a kiss. Your lips, tongue and mouth were coated with me. You made sure to share. "What are they going to say when we leave, Ally," I whispered. "They know what we .." "Oh pish posh, forget about it. It's handled," you waved your hand dismissively. "Come on then, get dressed. We've got to pay for these and be on our way." It was said like it was just another day of shopping. Well, for all I knew, it may well have been. My breathing and heart rate were just returning to normal. "Pet, you'd best put on another pair lest you soil your slacks," with a crooked, conspiratorial grin. You pulled the tag off a pair and handed it to me, then yanked the tag from the pair I was wearing. I slipped into it, then my slacks. I caught sight of myself in the mirror. I turned to you in shock. You smiled brightly, saying, "Absolutely ravishing pet; brilliant. We must stop and purchase another pair for your Roslyn to replace the ones you tore from her. There's a good girl; come on now." Taking no chances you opened and held the door to ensure I would lead the way. We found a suitable replacement. You took my arm and we strode to the counter. "We'll take these. Pet, please give the young lady your card." A very young woman's eyes widened at your words. She glanced at me. I was a deep red. I could feel it. She looked away quickly as I fumbled through my purse for my pocketbook and plastic. I grabbed one and set it on the counter. The wide eyed doe had her eyes down, taking off the tags, putting them under the electronic scanner. You handed her two more. "Pet is wearing these two, aren't you?" Your eyes find mine, commanding me to answer "Yes, thank you, these will do nicely." The completely flummoxed fawn couldn't bear to bring her eyes to mine as she mutely handed me the slip to sign. As I scribbled my name she bagged the purchases. Poor thing; she wanted us out of there as badly as I did. You took the bag from her hand and closed with, "Is there a toy store nearby? There are several things I'd like to purchase?" I wanted to die. The young lady fumbled for a few minutes then admitted, "I'm sorry. I don't know any stores like that near here." "Where might we find Roslyn? She was a wonderful help to us earlier and I'd like to say goodbye." Dear reader - I admit, I stood in awe. We found her. She looked like a deer in headlights as you calmly handed her a replacement pair, patted her hand, saying, "Have a wonderful day, Roslyn." Mutely she nodded. You turned to leave. We found a food court and went for something to drink. Our purchases complete, we found a table and sat. You started in, "Morgan. I quite think Roslyn fancied you. You were magnificent. Did you enjoy yourself?" "That was just absolutely evil Alison and I loved it; every thoroughly carnal minute of it. How did you know?" "You know full and bloody well how. I can spot one of us immediately as can you. There's that blink too long of a look that can't be missed nor taken back. Putty in my hands she was, that one. So you did enjoy it. Good; you should know – it was a bit of a test." "A test? What on earth?" "Well, let's say half test and half pleasure. The test was of your submission. Would you allow me to have you seduce a complete stranger? The pleasure was all mine." You broke out in unbridled laughter as I stared. "I have to admit Ally. You've got it all over me in the bravado category. It's nothing to be ashamed of; you're right about that of course. I'm just not one to carry on that way. I'm sure I'll get over it. I promise I'll do my best to do just that." You leaned over and kissed me softly. "Thank you Morgan. That truly does warm my heart to hear you say so. Tell the truth; did you enjoy yourself during our little go round?" The buzzing dialed up. Your eyes gleamed – damnation. "Enjoy myself? You had me try on over a dozen pair of panties. You brought a stranger, albeit a very lovely, young one, and had me give her a thorough going over. Then, as my reward, you put an egg inside me, and then completely devoured me. All the while this damned egg is buzzing inside me, teasing me. Then you did what you had described. Gave my pearl the very treatment we had spoken of in chat a couple of months ago. Of course I enjoyed it. I'm a woman, not a statue. It was scandalously delicious." I reached for your hand and brought it to my lips for a kiss. Then I surprised you by thrusting your middle finger deep into my mouth, giving you a taste of own erotic medicine. You smiled contentedly. When I finished I turned your hand over and licked your palm. That brought a glaze to your eyes. "Well done pet." If I had used the "L" word you might have left for the airport. Instead I said, "I love being with you Ally. It's barely been twelve hours and I'm having a wonderful time – and I hope you are as well. This egg of yours is devilish delight." "How very sweet Morgan. Thank you and yes, I'm having a fabulous time with you as well. And I'm glad you're enjoying my little gift to you." "No, no, no, what you're enjoying is the control of it – and me. Did you really want to shop for toys or was that just a tease of that poor girl?" "Yes, if there is a place within reasonable distance. A girl can never have enough toys," said with a soft smile. "I honestly don't know any stores in or near this area. There are some up in the general location of my place." "Let's see how the day goes." Nodding, "Okay that works. You are invited and welcome to spend the night at my condo if you like." "Why yes of course, pet. Thank you for that." Those gorgeous blue pools sparkled in delight. "What next Ally?" "Morgan, I should like to take you back to our room and shag you completely into unconsciousness. Failing that let's shop." Dear reader – I ask, which should I choose? Fine, shopping it is. Me: pouting. So up to Oak Street we went. Arm in arm I took you a couple blocks west on Oak, crossed the street, and came back east I had to fairly pull you past the lingerie store Agent Provocateur, though I admit their offerings did look scrumptious. Barney's New York was an experience. I nearly fainted at some of the prices. They advertise as "cutting edge high fashion." The thing that would get cut was my clothing budget – for the year – had I made any purchases. You latched on to one particularly gorgeous outfit. "Morgan, this is simply divine. I'm going to try it on." "Sure. It can't hurt." I followed you to the dressing room. It was just right color for you and covered your slender figure flawlessly. I thought you might cry when you had to put it back on the rack. "What Alison?" "I wanted it so badly, Morgan; but it would wreck me." "I'm so sorry honey. I understand though." I leaned over for a soft, sweet kiss. Hermès of Paris - I admit they got some of my money. I went right for the scarves. I found a couple I liked. You cooed so seductively over one I bought it for you – over your protests. You dragged me into Juicy Couture. I admit that the name intrigued me and made me giggle. A wide array of goods included "doggie accessories for the savvy puppy." WHAT? You picked up a studded collar with way too much of a gleam in your eye. I made a face, and said, "Don't even." Sophia (for the actress) is where I got my revenge. We giggled like teenagers in the changing room. I was sitting, you were modeling outfits. In between changes, I grabbed for you, pulled you to me, had you straddle my lap, and brought you round with my hand buried in your panties. There was little in the way of protest. Your arms were around my neck. Your mouth was locked with mine in a long, deep, kiss. No we were not "bothered." There were, however, teeth marks on my shoulder, a small price for your pleasure. We had the most splendid time wandering back south on Michigan Avenue. We worked our way down the west side. We both did a lot of damage at Ann Taylor. "Effortlessly chic" covers it wonderfully. We had loads of fun at Ralph Lauren. I bought a couple of delightful things I had no idea I had to have. Your eyes were hot with lust as I changed from one outfit to another. "Cool your jets sweetie. We don't need to wind up in jail. There will be time for romance later." You pouted gloriously. I kissed you tenderly and with feeling. Adele Dallas Orr Boutique was a wonderful find. Made in America with a European flair; oh my yes! Twist scarves, jade bracelets, crystal strands; they called to me with their siren song, "Buy me Morgan." Sighing, I left empty handed. I live here and admit that I seldom allow myself the luxury of shopping in stores like those. It was close to 4 pm when we arrived back at the hotel, shopping bags weighing down our arms. We staggered, laughing, into the restaurant for a late, light lunch. I had a plate of mini-burgers and a rather lovely pinot noir. You had fish and chips that I tried to warn you off of and a chardonnay. We were a sight. It was glorious. Hand in hand, whispered giggles, shared bites of food, warm eyes and little kisses. Honestly I couldn't tell you if the restaurant was crowded. We probably had a glass or two too much of wine. Pfft – It is all about being in the moment. Bill paid, we headed to our room. My God!! I did it again. Our room! How brazen of me. You dropped your purchases on the floor. "Morgan, shall I bring anything to your place?" "Absolutely nothing." You looked at me, puzzled. I couldn't help it. I laughed out loud. "Just kidding babe; bring whatever. We'll go toy shopping if you like, find someplace cozy for dinner and head back to my place." I needed to use the washroom. You had put together a mini overnight bag and were ready to roll when I came out. "Ally, do you eat meat?" A puzzled look crossed your face. "Yes." "Many don't these days. I wanted to check," with a shrug. "I'll call from the cab for a reservation at a favorite of mine." We climbed into a waiting cab and headed north. To the driver, "3400 block of Lincoln please." I put my arm around your shoulders and we were off. The trip in the cab was uneventful. The backseat occupants were not. Like the new lovers we were we spent most of the ride making out. It had been an eventful day already and the cab ride was every bit as ... oh god, you're going to bring me off again if you don't stop that. "Ma'am, the address on Lincoln please." Crap. "3436 please." I breathed into your ear, "If he calls me Ma'am again I'm not going to tip him." You giggled. "My cougar is offended?" you breathed into my waiting mouth. "Fuck your cougar ... oh hell, you have." This is how it was between us – so very easy and fun. As we pulled up to The Pleasure Chest we noticed the cab's windows were completely fogged over. I fist bumped you as we smiled. I paid. We exited and crossed the street. "There's a bloke who will wank for some time over that ride." I laughed, "So he should, the lucky bastard." Anyone who saw us would know we were lovers. Good!! The store was brightly lit and completely filled with row upon row of exotic toys, gadgets and other "accessories" of all sorts for both sexes. Dear reader - Please know I'd heard of this store, passed by it more than a few times, but this marked my first time inside. Scouts honor. That last came complete with batted eyelashes. Finally Meeting Morgan Ch. 02 We were greeted by a very young woman covered in ink. "Greetings ladies; can I be of help?" You said, with authority, "I am with my pet. I am shopping for her. Thank you; if I need you I'll let you know." Oh god. To her credit, the youngster never batted an eye. She looked me up and down, looked at you, and nodded, smiling. "She's one of us Morgan." I nodded. "I saw her give me the once over." "Should I ... " "Alison! I swear if you do I'm going home and you can find your way back to the hotel. She's likely got some STD." You surprised me by pulling me to you and kissing me hard. "Well done, pet. Another test passed." Dear reader - I confess to being thoroughly befuddled. I also confess to being ... nope, nope – not goin' there. Hand in hand we wandered the aisles. I admit to being surprised; it seemed we were the only customers. Oh wait! It was very early on a Saturday night. Some of the toys were so over-the-top I couldn't contain my laughter – to your puzzlement and amusement. "Ally honey; this stuff scares me, excites me, and amuses me. If it shows my age and lack of sexual sophistication so be it." Then I blushed, again, and said, softly, "I'm counting on you to broaden my horizons babe – sexual and otherwise." You saw something and gave a little squeal of delight. You rushed over, grabbed a box, and scurried back to me. "Morgan, do you have one of these?" holding up the box. "We-Vibe." What on earth? You took one look at my face and pronounced, "We simply must have this; consider it my gift to you," with a very wet, lengthy, open-mouth kiss. Hmm, this could be more fun than I thought. I cast a furtive glance for dressing rooms. Thankfully, there didn't seem to be any. I wasn't sure if that was good or bad. We moseyed, slowly, up and down the rows. Some of the items I recognized. (No, I'm not saying which I own) Some were shocking, to me. You pointed out a few items along the way, commenting on them and asking if I'd ever owned, used, or played with them. Most I replied in the negative. We got to the BDSM section. You turned and asked, "Morgan, would you wear my collar?" You already knew I was a (virtually) collared submissive. It had been one of the things we first spoke of; indeed, it was part of my initial email to you after reading one of your stories. I had spoken openly about my respect and affection for the Woman I call "Mistress". "Ally, I can't honestly answer that right now. I'm sorely tempted; that much I admit. You know how I feel about Mistress, Her F/family, and the Lifestyle I so cherish. The fact that I'm even saying I'm tempted speaks to how close we've gotten. It's just that, honestly, it's been a bit more than 24 hours that we've been together in person. I will buy whatever you choose, sweetie, but I would defer your gift of submission until later. I hope to God you're not offended." You listened carefully to my answer. I saw the blues grow warm. To my surprise, you teared up and said, "That is, I do believe, the most wonderful thing anyone's spoken to me in a very long time, Morgan. Your affection for and loyalty to your Mistress is evident in your words. That you would consider my offer is truly a gift. You're quite right; it's been but 24 hours or so. No, Morgan, that was not a test. And I will not press the issue. You need not buy it now. When and if I make an actual offer we will both know it will be the right time." The sweetest, most loving kiss followed. My eyes teared as well with emotion. I hugged you close. My throat was so tight I dared not attempt speech. I held the embrace for some time. I kissed you softly and said, "Can we please go? We need to get to dinner and home so I can make love with you tonight." The quick cab to the restaurant was very quiet. I knew I wanted you, and very badly. And, it was already Saturday evening; our time together was slipping away all too quickly. My mood changed once we arrived at the restaurant. I greeted the young woman who owned the establishment with her husband, who doubled as the chef. I introduced you; her greeting was warm and sincere. "Alison, I'm so pleased to meet you. Any friend of Morgan's is a friend to me." She took us to our table. "Please enjoy yourselves tonight ladies. I'll have your server here right away." A last smile and she slipped away. The restaurant has an interesting habit; several actually. They always have an unopened bottle of wine on the table. I'm a bit of a regular visitor, say four or five times a year, and I've never been disappointed in their selection. A very gorgeous young woman appeared, introducing herself, "I'm Gela and I'll be your server tonight." I glanced at you. You shook your head slightly. "Gela, would you please open this for us. Ally, do you like wine?" "Yes Morgan, thank you." "The food here is wonderful. Their selection of steaks simply rocks." You smiled softly as you studied the menu. Wine poured, Gela asked, "Would you like to order or shall I give you a few minutes?" "Yes please, come back in a few." I took your hand, lifted my glass, and said, "This has been over the moon fantabulous. I can't get over how easy we are together. I'm so glad we finally did this, Ally. Cheers and thank you." "Morgan, words don't begin to describe how much fun I've had. Then there's the pleasure. I can't imagine it could have been any better. Glasses clicked. Sips were taken. Like a bolt of lightning it struck me. I looked at you and said, "Oh my god!! It just came to me why you brought Roslyn to the dressing room. It wasn't just about a test. It's the voyeur in you. You wanted to watch me pleasure that woman." I was a bit surprised to see you blush. "You took your time, pet. Yes, you're quite right; you remembered correctly. Yes, there was a little something in it for me as well. I'm pleased you remembered. It was, however, mainly about the test." I had to kiss you – and I did. I heard the discreet throat clear. "Sorry, I can come back if you'd like." My best 100 watt smile, "Quite all right. We're ready here." Explanations were given about nightly specials. "Ally, go ahead." Our respective orders were placed. "So pet, you and Juliette seem to get along famously. Have you given her a whirl?" "She's married Ally. I don't go there." "Some of my best affairs have been with married women, pet. She seemed quite fond of you. I think she's worth a try." Oh god; you are such a brat. I did, however, get a tingle, a pleasant one at that. "I don't know, Ally. But I did promise to be a little more adventurous. Wouldn't it upset you if I was with someone while you and I are seeing each other?" "Dear Morgan, yes, we're seeing each other this weekend. But we both have lives to return to. That is, unless you'd like to come back with me." I know I paled. What? Come back with her? I must have looked like I was about to faint because you reached your hand to my face and gently caressed my cheek. "Speak to me Morgan. Please." I needed a sip of wine before I replied. I sat quietly, my hand in yours. I turned and looked at you. There was no smile on your face. There was serenity and a clear-eyed sincerity. This wasn't another of your tests, so I needed to be as honest as I could. You deserve that. "Ally, I absolutely love you for asking. I know this isn't another of your tests. You're quite sincere. It caught completely off guard obviously. I hadn't even given it a thought as we'd been so busy with each other." I fumbled with my thoughts. "I only wonder if it's not too soon. There's also this little detail of a job, plus there's my place." I hated myself for doing it but I simply couldn't help myself. My throat tightened, making speech impossible, and I cried softly. I was so moved and so surprised at your offer. I didn't want to hurt you and I certainly didn't want to disappoint you. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Gela approach. I saw you make eye contact with her and shake your head. You squeezed my hand then released it to move your chair closer to me. "Darling Morgan, those are all normal obstacles and yes, they have to be dealt with. We're both intelligent, creative women. If it's to happen we'll figure all those little details out." I couldn't argue with that. I sat quietly. Your hand caressed my arm lightly. I dabbed at my eyes with the corner of the napkin. How could I possibly love you more? Oh my god; what did I just say? Incredible foolishness for a near middle-age woman – or was it? True, it was only our first few days face-to-face, but was what I felt love? Another sip of wine, "Of course we can." Saved by the Gela; our server appeared with our orders. Eat your dinner Morgan, enjoy your company, and keep your mind off of the "L" word. "Morgan, you're absolutely spot on. This is wonderfully delicious, an excellent choice." "Thank you Ally; this place is a little gem. I've recommended it to many of my friends." I poured you another glass and filled mine as well. "I honestly don't know how they do it, honey, but I've never had a bad bottle of wine here either. It's quite amazing actually." You smiled your assent to me. I knew you would even before you did. That's how we are together. "Okay, we've agreed there are obstacles. That's a given. Big picture here - if you could would you?" "Yes." Deftly done Morgan – you blurted that out like a burp. Oh well, I can't take it back. It must be the truth; sort of like going with the very first answer on a multiple choice test. Your eyes had gone impossibly wide; that million dollar smile shone on your face. I think that means you're pleased with my answer. Gela walked past our table, stopped and said, "Is something wrong? Neither of you has eaten very much. Is the food not prepared the way you like?" We looked at each other and laughed. "No darling, everything is fabulous. It's just a couple of girls gabbing away. Pet, we must not let this poor girl think we don't like her food." I snuck a quick glance at Gela; her jaw had dropped as she stared. You'd done it again, scamp that you are. I managed a wan smile; she left quickly. I hissed, "Alison!" "Morgan, this sort of conduct is what earns a pet misdemeanours." I sighed. Between bites, as if nothing had happened, "Okay, you've answered in the affirmative. So now it's a matter of arranging the details and deciding on when this will come to pass." I had a mouth full of steak; thankfully I was chewing not swallowing. It also served to give me a much needed bit of time to compose myself – again. Another sip of wine; I noticed my hand shake a bit. I shifted my eyes to you. You were in the midst of cutting a slender piece of your steak. I sighed, again, but I couldn't argue. What you said was true. I looked at you to find you staring at me expectantly. "First off the notion of me leaving with you tomorrow is impossible. Airlines are booked solid; even if a seat was available it would cost a fortune. I also think before we commit to this we should plan for me to spend some time with you in Toronto. I think we can find a long weekend. I could take Friday off; fly up Thursday night and fly back Monday night; maybe even early Tuesday morning and come right to work." I was on a roll now. My logical mind was whirring smoothly. "Then there's this whole age thing." It was your turn to roll your eyes. "Morgan, you can logic this to death. Everything can either be a reason not to or a reason to. You know that as well as I do. What is your heart telling you?" Oh my god; if I told you ... oh my god. I blinked hard and took another sip of liquid courage. "Alison, my heart is pounding so hard I can barely stand it. My heart wants you – right here. My heart is so full. Never, ever did I imagine this could be so ... so ... everything." Smooth, huh? "My heart tells me you're right and we can do this crazy, wonderful thing you've proposed. My heart tells me I've found my ... heart." I saw your eyes lift. I turned to see Juliette looking at the two of us, a big smile on her face. She'd heard everything apparently. I couldn't be embarrassed, not with the woman I ... umm ... not with you sitting right here, the two of us talking about me moving to be with you permanently. Permanently - I need to roll that one around some. "Sorry to intrude Morgan. I came by to see if either of you would like dessert. Hearing what I have, I insist, and it's on the house." You came and hugged me softly, then went around and said, "Alison, it's been a very, very long time since I've seen your Morgan this happy. You seem to have done her a world of good." She leaned to kiss your cheek. You smiled radiantly. "Thank you Juliette. Yes, I do think so. This has been brilliant. Would you care to split something with me Morgan?" "If you have a favorite go ahead and order it," I said with a slight shrug. "A slice of apple pie with a scoop of vanilla ice cream would be delightful, Juliette. Thank you for your kindness." 'Your Morgan.' Hmm, I admit, I kind of liked that. It must have shown. You leaned in and kissed me. "I do believe you are, indeed, my Morgan, pet." Another kiss; a throat clear announced that we had company. Oh my god; Juliette had put a lit candle on the ice cream. She set it between us. "Morgan, Alison – your dinner tonight is on me. Congratulations to you both." We looked at each other with surprise. We looked at each other wide-eyed. I said, "Thank you so much, Juliette. I don't want to be a bad guest, especially with your offer, but with dessert and all, can we have our dinner wrapped? I kind of think we'd like to get home soon." Her eyes twinkled as she responded, "Of course dear. Enjoy." She took our plates and left. You leaned in and, in a conspiratorial tone, whispered, "I plan on enjoying you, pet; quite thoroughly." You lifted me a finger to my mouth; ice cream coated the tip. I sucked it clean, swirling my tongue. "You are such a minx! Quick, let's have a few bites and get out of here, babe." An eyebrow arched; "My pet wishes a few bites? My, my, I think I can accommodate your wish." I shivered deliciously. I started to say it; how you knew I'll never know. "Don't; not yet." I flushed. "I do as well, but let's give it a little more time before we say aloud what we both feel. What say you pet?" "Yes miss." We took turns putting ice cream and pie on a spoon and feeding it to the other. It was sweet, very lovely. Gela came back with two bags, placed them on the table. "Oh Gela! One moment please." I reached into my purse for my wallet, grabbed a twenty dollar bill, and handed it to her. "Thank you so much." She smiled, said "Enjoy the ... umm ...have a great night," blushed furiously, turned, and left. I stood to put my coat on. You were still sitting. I said in a hush, "Please. I need you." Your eyes flashed heat, deep and smoldering. You stood, put your coat on, and took both your purse and the little bag. A last goodbye to Juliette with hugs and kisses for both of us and we left. It was a quick cab ride home. The doorman opened the cab door, greeting me, "Evening Morgan." "Charles, good evening, this is my friend Alison." "Nice meeting you Alison." You smiled charmingly. We strode through the lobby to a waiting elevator. Thank god I knew there were no cameras in the elevator! Suffice to say, there was groping, kissing - the usual. We exited; thankfully no one was in the hall to be witness to our disheveled selves. You followed me to the door. I held the door open for you and flicked on the light. I turned as the door closed and locked it. I felt you press against me. You grabbed at my coat, taking it from my shoulders. Your hands reached as you pressed against me, lifting my arms above my head, hissing, "Keep them there pet." You slid a hand to a breast, the other to the front of my slacks. You undid the buttons and let them fall as you cupped my breast, teasing it. Your hand reached inside my panty and cupped me. I didn't see your hand as you turned off the light. I gasped. "Yes pet, tonight you truly are MY Morgan." I could only sigh in anticipation. You unbuttoned my blouse, it fell from my shoulders. Your breath was hot on my back as you undid the clasp on my bra. I shook it off. Your hand moved to my hips, pulling my panties down. I shrugged them off. Your hand moved back to my very wet pussy. "My pet truly is ready to be taken. I am most pleased. Do not move." I was aware of a chill on my back; you had moved. I heard the rustle of what I assumed was your clothing being removed. I heard rustling sounds; something from the bag? Dear reader - In the dark, nude, I stood, shivering both from the cold and in anticipation of my lover's unknown plans. Is this not the very essence of both seduction and eroticism? Blushing virginally (not) I continue. Are you enjoying my tale as much as I am enjoying the journey? I most sincerely hope so. I felt your wonderfully delicious breasts press into my back. You rained kisses on it; a hand slid around to cup my breast firmly. Your breath hot, I heard your husky whisper, "Our last night pet. I shall hope to make it memorable." I was gone – wherever, however, whenever. Truly your Morgan. "Come with me." I turned. You took my hand and led me to the bedroom. We walked past the bed to the window, the dark red recliner on our left. There, I thought? Okay, your dime, your dance floor. "Hands on the air conditioner pet." Oh god. I bent at the waist and placed my hands on the chilly surface. I felt your hand reach between my legs, finding my soaked flesh. "Very nice indeed; I do believe we should begin." We did. You slid the dildo inside me in one quick, deep thrust. I screamed at the delicious, unexpected, unnerving suddenness of my taking. There's that moment of first penetration, when fully ready, that's unbearably fabulous with just a bit of pain. It's not an every time kind of thing, of course, but oh my god, this was one where (sorry) it fit perfectly. How you knew this would be one of those moments was beyond me. You worked me fabulously, varying your speeds, depth, angle; you had it all over me. Your free hand went round my hip. I could feel you press against my back. "Another of your fantasies crossed off your bucket list, pet. Am I correct?" I groaned and nodded. "Raise your head then, pet, and look at our audience." I froze for a moment. There are three buildings that can be seen from my side of the building. Saturday evening – how many lights? How many might be looking out? Could they see the outline of me, my body, my breasts swaying as you took me? You knew. You knew!! Suddenly you stopped. I felt you come around me. You knelt and pressed your face to my pearl. Your hand returned to grasp the firm, ridged plastic. Your mouth and tongue latched on to my clit. It felt like if you lost contact with it you might die. Never – never – had I felt so completely under assault and thoroughly taken and exposed. You conducted your orchestration of my pleasure deftly. Oh my god, yes, and thoroughly. "What do you see Morgan? Do we have eyes on us?" It took me a moment to find my voice. It sounded foreign to me as I said, "There are plenty of lights on miss, but there's no real way to know who is watching." "There's the pity pet. We'll just have to imagine." I shivered deliciously. I was, and you knew full well. "Pet, come to bed. I'm too cold and you're too close." You tweaked the plastic cock inside me. "Don't let this fall or there will be a chastisement; oh, and no hands." Bitch! I love you. Dammit I did it again. You lay back on the bed in your naked splendor. I stopped to drink you in. Is this tantalizing, terrifying little slip of a woman my heart? The warmth that spread through me was my answer. Just remember: inside voice for now. Finally Meeting Morgan Ch. 02 I maneuvered my way onto the bed succeeding in keeping the instrument of my pleasure deep inside. I rolled to my side to find your arms outstretched, beckoning. In the ambient city light I saw the glow in your eyes. Oh god! She does as well. I lowered myself to you and brought my mouth to yours. Your hands were soft and light on my face as you caressed it. I bent to offer you my mouth. Greedily, you took it. I held myself up as we kissed. A hand left my cheek and nicked the inside of an elbow – message received. I lowered myself to cover you as we dueled in our passion. Whatever am I going to do tomorrow as you leave? I'll be a puddle of tears. What started as a flight of fancy, a chance read of a story, the thinnest of connections has brought us to this intimate, sensual connection. Your Morgan was ... inside voice. Dear reader - There is a part of me that doesn't want to share that night with anyone. It was ours to be cherished and held, if I may, sacred. However, I suspect the howls of outrage and frustration might be such that you, who have traveled this far with me, would be forlorn had I chosen not to share how we loved each other that evening. I bow to your wishes. You had me thoroughly aroused of course. You let it slip away; it lurked. Our kiss relit the hunger. I wanted to TAKE you, every inch of you in ravishment. You had found what I needed – submission. I had learned a thing or two along the way as well. You got every bit of pleasure giving as you did receiving, perhaps more. It was still so new and uncharted. Finally you pushed me away - both of us breathless. I rained kisses on your eyes, forehead, cheeks, nose, chin – every bit I could. There was a soft laugh and, "Morgan I do believe you, even in the chill of January, are quite heated in your passion." I bit your lip gently. My fingers found the nipple hard and high. You jerked as I tweaked it firmly. "Ah, so the hunted thinks she'll hunt tonight. Is that it?" "I'm already desperately missing you and it's whatever many hours till you go. Yes, I admit I want to pleasure you. If I recall correctly, you said 'shag you into near unconsciousness.' That sounds about right." "What is that between your legs pet? Is it not an instrument of your submission?" Curses; foiled again. I rolled to my back and waited for you to take me; I wasn't sure if you could see the smile on my face. "We've written and spoken many times of this Morgan. Indeed it was part of your first communication with me. The domme cannot take what the sub refuses to offer. Are you offering yourself to me this evening?" "Yes miss." "I'm not sure I caught the tone of it. Restate, completely, what it is you wish from your miss tonight?" "Miss, your Morgan wishes our final night together on this visit to be pleasurable, completely so, for both of us. I am yours without hesitation or reservation. Take me anywhere, everywhere, however you choose. This is my wish, my gift tonight." I thought I caught your eyes tear before you bent your face to the valley of my breasts. I felt you sigh. You hugged me fiercely as your head rested. I was right. I felt the tear land, warm on my chilled skin. Then your arm moved from beneath me, you shifted slightly, and it began. Once again you wreaked pleasure on me. As your mouth moved to my breast your hand found the devil inside me. From the bed I did have the advantage of leverage and by god I used it. I spread my legs, pushed my feet into the mattress, ground my hips to meet the thing, bucked wildly, put my hand over yours – anything that would bring me release. I felt liquid, languid, alert, wild. I knew you could sense it. Your mouth was as relentless and thorough as your hand. I cried out my pleasure. I called your name, pleading with you to finish me. Every time I felt close you pulled back or slowed. How you knew was beyond my ability to comprehend. I was trembling in frustration and want. Please god let her give me what I need. I was actually able to peek over the edge. That's how close you brought me. You slowed, it slipped, I howled. You revved up the engine again. I swear to god I was beyond gone. With a whispered "NOW" I fell into the abyss. I melted in the flames of it. It tore me up, ravaged me, saved me, it blossomed, completely, inside me. It was like nothing I had ever known or felt before. I think there was a place in my head that said, "If this is what an out of body experience is I'm in." When, mercifully, sadly, it finally let go of me I the only thing I felt was your head on my chest and your soothing hands caress me as I came to ... did I faint? Was that the buzzing in my ears? I wasn't sure I could feel my limbs. Breaths seemed a precious commodity as I gulped for air. You lay still, loving me, caring for me, nursing me. After a time I felt you move. I saw your smiling face above me and, lovingly, "Hi honey. Did you have fun?" Helpless, I laughed. "Did I pass out Ally?" "I'm pretty sure, yes. You had one final gasp of pleasure, your body went completely stiff, and you went limp. You had me worried there – until I remembered my head was on your chest so I could hear the pounding of your heart. Enjoy it?" I think I will always remember the effort it took to raise my hands to your face, bring it to me, and kiss you. Soft and sweet it was. Maybe the most exotic train wreck of pleasure I had experienced in my life and you killed me completely with your usual, hysterical understatement. It was okay though – I got you back pretty damn good. "Mmm it was okay." For a moment you thought I was serious. My eyes gave me up. "Pet, you came dangerously close to chastisement with that." "Point?" "Then it's chastisement. Turn over pet, turn on your belly." I felt that damned thing still buried as I turned over. I felt your hot breath by my ear; a lick and a nip, and, "My pet has misbehaved. A spanking is in order." Panic – I don't do pain well. I'm a nurse. Shots are okay. Even in my youth, basketball brought sprains and the like. I was luckier than some. Nothing really bad, just the usual assortments of elbows to the cheek, a broken nose (once), and bruises, bruises, and more bruises. But pain? Nuh uh, not this girl. You knew. You felt me tense at once. You lapped at my ear as you whispered, "You need this pet. Not the chastisement, though that as well, but to know that this can and will also bring pleasure. You may not believe, but will you trust?" I nodded. The first smack stung. The second, in the same spot, hurt. By five I was in tears. By ten I was begging you to stop. Then, it changed. It's like running suicide drills. You lose comprehension of how bad your lungs are burning and all you want to do is get to that fucking finish line - alive. Then you sag and fall to the floor gasping, smiling. It changed that quickly. Damn, I knew you could tell. That was when your other hand slid beneath me and you started again. The slaps rang out. I had stopped crying and was moaning – but it was from the touch of your fingers on my clit. Somehow you managed to hold the dildo in me while you strummed me into oblivion. When it hit me I was shocked. This was not the same; no, very different. But it was as though I had won. I had faced a fear and in taking it on I had won. The sexual high was vivid and beautiful. As I twitched and called your name I felt you slide on to my back. You held me as it crested and I came back down. As I lay panting, again, you whispered, "That was grand. Congratulations." "How many?" I had to know. "I lost count at fifteen. It was near to impossible to finish you with you gyrating like you were." Oh my god. You slithered from my back. I turned so we were face to face. I was still warm while you were impossibly chilled. I reached down for a blanket to cover us and warm you. We held each other in quiet. It was a while, but finally, "You knew. You told me. You knew I wouldn't agree. But somehow you also knew that it would take trust to give me to you to show me this." "Yes, pet. Very well said; Bravo." How amazing that, so soon, we could be so quiet together, not needing to fill the void with noise. It was lovely. I stirred, kissed you, asking, "Alison. What, how - it's my turn. Or yours – whichever." You kissed my nose and smiled. "Whatcha got in that bag of tricks missy? Show me your stuff." Laughter; how grand. "You're the one with the bag of tricks young lady. First off, why don't you clean off this thing? I may use for it later." I handed you the plastic pleasure. You brought it to your mouth. My lord I almost had another spend with the erotic show you put on as you cleaned it. Your eyes gleamed with the knowledge of it. You kissed me wetly and wickedly. I reached for the black bag you'd left on the corner of the bed at the foot. I opened it and peeked. My eyes widened. I turned my head to stare at you open mouthed. You smiled. Dear reader - I've made the editorial decision not to share the detail of all the items bag held. Many of the items were already familiar to me and I trust to most of you well. Besides – my story. This is me sticking out my tongue!! I grabbed a feather and smiled at you as you lay near. I bent to kiss you softly and then pecked at your nose. "Ally, please close your eyes and let me love you." You smiled and nodded. I teased, stroked, feathered, kissed, licked, feathered, stroked, kissed – you get the idea. There was a point where you simply surrendered; you were quivering, your limbs were spastic in their jerking movements. I had yet to do anything other than feather your sex. You had long ago been reduced to pleading, crying, and begging for me to pay attention there. I let my warm breath tease you – more than once. I blew air at your clitoris at I saw it pulse in your excitement in between letting the feather touch it ever so gently. This was where my height and reach was an advantage. I could lie above you without touching any part of you I did not want to. I did. I could reach from tip to toe. I did. I could give you pleasure anywhere, with anything, without any other tactile sensation for you. I did. You were absolutely fabulous Not once did you open your eyes. Plead? Whimper? Beg? Call me names? Four for four on that score. Just when I thought you couldn't take anymore I made you wait another five minutes. You swore revenge. I kissed you again. I scampered, scurried, moved from head to foot of the bed, anywhere I could touch, tease, tantalize, and torture you. After one last bit of lavishing love on your foot I knelt between your legs. The feather caressed skin that had long ago (I think) run over its goose bump allotment – maybe for the rest of your life. As the feather ran lightly over your pearl my mouth followed. Warm breaths brought more moans and pleas for relief. When you had stopping trying to find my mouth with your hips I reached the tip of my tongue to slip lightly over it. Everything stopped. You grabbed at air, you grabbed at the bed sheets, and you grabbed the pillow to cover your screams. You rocketed into a dimension of pleasure that, I have to admit, I had not seen. I grabbed it with my lips; your hips bucked. I thrust two, then three fingers into the pulsing heat of you. You lifted your legs, pushed your feet into the mattress, and nearly bucked me completely off of you. I felt you go limp as you crested. You had once told me you were multi-orgasmic. I found out you weren't kidding. I continued to pleasure you. I took your hands and placed them on your swollen nipples. Nothing more needed to be said. I kept after you and watched as another took hold of you. I helped you ride it out and continued. The silky essence of pleasure poured from you. I had to have my fill. I grabbed a vibe, turned it on, and placed it on your pearl as my mouth drank greedily. One peak would ebb, another would start. They seemed to meld together. I hadn't been here with you before so I let you guide me through the adventure of your pleasure. I had to use what leverage I held and my strength advantage to hold you some kind of still. When you had finally had your fill you begged, "Enough." I brought my head up and worked my way the length of you kissing, licking, loving every inch. I slid off you; you whimpered. I moved atop you again and covered you with me. This seemed to be what you wanted as you simply sighed. We lay on the bed together, neither speaking. I caressed your face, smoothed your wet, tangled hair as best I could, and held you. You were beautiful. You were completely gone. You were glorious. I think that was the moment I figured out your secret. It wasn't that hard actually. It just took me a minute to realize. For so long I had been the one initiating with my lover that perhaps I had stopped actually giving. It was still new with us. There were lessons yet to be learned. I only knew you had been loved. My back was to the clock. Time didn't matter anyway. I have no idea how long you lay still. Softly, "I have to go to the ladies. Would you please get me a glass of water, Morgan?" "Of course, baby. Do you think you may need a hand to steady yourself as you stand?" Soft laugh and, "I may." I stood. You finally stirred and moved. I waited, my hand held out to you if you needed it. You stood, a bit shaky. I held your elbow until your gait was stronger. You turned into the bathroom. I went to the kitchen for two much needed glasses of ice water. I brought them back to the bedroom. A flush, a rinse, and the door opened. You padded softly back and sat next to me. We were both parched. Who knew ice water in January could be so good? You spoke first. "I want you to come home with me." I gulped. I set my glass on the night stand. You did the same. We both lay back; I pulled the covers over us. Face to face we talked. Our hands were busy caressing, smoothing stray strands of hair, nothing erotic – just lovers loving. I sighed and spoke softly, "I know Ally. I do as well. Can we look at a calendar tomorrow at breakfast, see where we could plan for the long weekend I mentioned, and go from there. It would give us something to look forward to and, no small matter, I could begin looking for a job, talking to realtors here. Are you completely opposed to coming here? We haven't even spoken of that." You were silent; I waited. "No I don't imagine there is any reason not to consider it. Perhaps we can both work from each one's side on this. We'll have another time planned and sort it out then." "Now that sounds perfect. Thank you for at least considering it." You yawned. I looked at the clock; it was nearly 1:30 am. "Should we think about sleep?" "My flight is at 6 pm." (yawn) "I wanted to ..." (yawn) "Aw, Ally honey; you're so tired. Let's sleep and see what the morning brings." Nodding, you yawned, sleepily, "I think so." I pulled you close; you nuzzled your nose into my neck. I smiled into your damp hair and kissed you. We both slipped into sleep. Finally Meeting Morgan Ch. 03