2 comments/ 55166 views/ 7 favorites O Canada! Ch. 01 By: BradBigBrain This story is longer than my usual stroke stories. There's a bit more character development in this one. I guarantee there is a payoff. Start on page 2 if you want to get to the juicy stuff! Special thanks to WhiteWave48 for mentoring and editing. And a special thanks to the person who inspired the story. She knows who she is. If you've been a reader of my travelogues and adventures, then you know that my name is Brad and I am an engineer, an entrepreneur and a businessman. I work on starting, selling and buying businesses and I'm always engaged in the art of the deal. It's exciting to be an entrepreneur when the economy is going well; it's even more so when it's not going so well. I work out every day, and even though I'm in my early 50s, I don't look like a paunchy middle-aged man. I can outlast most thirty-year-olds when I ride my bike, also when I'm swimming and lifting weights or in the board room of big and small business. I have never had any complaints in the bedroom either. I work on stamina and endurance and pleasing my partner. Lately, I've found myself in between work gigs and have been involved in an on-line relationship with a beautiful young Canadian woman, Anna. She's a nurse in her mid-twenties and is in great shape with a dancer's body, long brown hair and the face of an angel. Well, the 'face-of-the-angel' part I just imagine because I haven't actually seen her face. Let me explain. I frequent an on-line forum that encourages free and open sharing of everything sexual, including pictures. I'm not shy with my personal relationships and enjoy nudity, but haven't yet brought myself to sharing on the board my most personal pictures. My contribution to the forum is the writing of erotica. Anna, on the other hand, loves to share dazzling erotic photos of herself. The pictures are so spectacular that she has developed a fan club of sorts, and I imagine that she gets all kinds of propositions of fantasy fulfillment. I've come to look forward to her posting one or two pictures of herself every other day or so, then I alter them using photoshop to enhance them even more. We've also become friends in mentor/protégé way. She's come to me for advice on more than one occasion and I believe I've helped steer her in the right direction. She is so vibrant and full of life. I think it reminds me of how I was when I was younger and she makes me feel pretty good about myself. Anna's a little inexperienced when it comes to sex. She's recently broken off a relationship with the one man she'd ever been with and I believe she was ready to start to become more open sexually. How did I know this? She read my stories and told me how hot they were and I could tell by her questions that she'd be interested in trying the new things presented to her. We also had a few on-line cyber sessions. Cybering is hot with the right person, and believe me, we'd gotten each other off through our almost too brief sessions. I wanted to meet her. As luck would have it, I was invited to Canada to engage a few companies to work with me on selling their product to US firms that either didn't know about the companies or didn't know anything about import/export. At the same time, I set up a series of talks at the local university to speak with nursing students about going into business for themselves. The nursing school where I was to speak just happened to be the same school that Anna attended. Coincidence? I think not. I was thrilled. I thought that this was a good opportunity to meet her and get to know her better. At the very least, I wanted to take sexy erotic pictures of her in an elegant setting, with a good - not great - camera and work on modifying and selecting the pictures together. But what I really wanted was to meet my little protégé and take our relationship to the next level. Anna was reluctant. I understood her reluctance; after all, I'm just some guy on the internet, talking to and hoping to meet a beautiful young woman. Why would she want to meet with me? Well, we had already established a relationship. She came to me for advice. Therefore, I was dismayed and confused. I was dismayed because who wouldn't want to meet me? LOL - I'm a good guy. I'm not bad looking. I'm in pretty good shape. I'm hip for an old guy. Besides I'm really trustworthy and have many friends in real life who know me and know my moral fiber and would be able to tell me a secret that would go with me to my death. I was confused because I started to think all kinds of things about Anna. What if she wasn't the person she appeared to be to me? What if she was posting pictures of someone else? What if she wasn't really a she? I didn't care. I still wanted to meet with her. I'm an open guy and could handle anything that turned out to be true. And I didn't want to pressure her at all. If we were to meet it would be totally up to her and on her terms. I IM'd Anna back with a proposition. Here's how the conversation went: Brad: Hey! R U there? Anna: Hey, clown. Brad: I wanted to chat you up about meeting with me. Anna: OK, but my mind's made up. Brad: Just hear me out, OK? Anna: OK. It's your time, fool. Brad: LOL. Brad: OK, I understand. I just wanted to give you something to think about. You don't have to meet me. Anna: OK. Brad: All you have to do is attend the lectures I'm giving. It's free for students and alumni, so it won't cost you anything. Anna: Yawn. LOL. Brad: Awww... c'mon. U might just learn something. Anna: Doubt it, clown. Brad: OK. Here's what you do. Go to the lecture. Hear me talk about starting your own business. You'll be able to blend in with all the other students. Watch me. If you like what you see... Anna: Have sex with you right in front of everyone? Brad: Well, that would be a good idea, but I may not ever be invited back. Anna: LOL. I can just see us on the floor together writhing about naked in front of the assembly... Brad: Oh my... me, too... I didn't continue our cyber session, but she agreed to come to the lecture and give me a chance and afterward maybe even start her own nursing services consulting business. I took the plunge and gave her my business cell phone number and told her which hotel I was staying in. I asked her to call me if she wanted to meet. And it would be up to her to call me or not. If she didn't, then no worries; it would happen when it was supposed to happen. My lecture was a week away and there were butterflies fluttering away in my stomach. I hadn't been this nervous since I started lecturing. At least I had plenty to keep me busy. I had business plans and proposals to write and I needed to work on my lecture. I especially needed to do research into different kinds of nursing services and there were a lot. The week went by pretty quickly. It always does when you're busy and I really had my hands full trying to keep all the balls in the air. Anna and I chatted a bit during the week, but not much more than just to say hi and goodbye. She wasn't around much due to her work schedule, but she told me she had time off on the days that I was going to be lecturing. That was hopeful. In order to make sure I was ready, I arrived in Canada a few days early. I got through customs pretty quickly which is usual because of the private jet, and I took a limo to my hotel. I've grown accustomed to getting hotel suites when I travel because I usually need to work and want to keep my traveling office away from my bedroom. And I especially wanted a suite if I was going to be doing any entertaining. Another reason I got there early was that I also needed to make sure my clothes were well taken care of. There's nothing worse than lecturing in wrinkled, just-got-out-of-the-suitcase clothes. Well, scratch that. There are many things worse - like being deployed to Iraq or Afghanistan - but that's another story. Another worse thing is meeting a beautiful woman when you look like you just crawled out of a suitcase. The fateful day was upon me and I walked the short distance between the hotel and the campus and arrived at the assembly hall. I was met by the Dean of the Business School, Dr. Garry Campbell. Garry and I had a long history. He was definitely one who was a doer who decided to impart his knowledge on the youth of his country. He was a self-made man who didn't look the part of a college professor. He looked like the rich business man he is. Garry introduced me to the Dean of the nursing school, Dr. Marie-Andrea Troussant. Marie-Andrea was a stunning French-Canadian woman who had look of French Aristocracy mixed in with the healthy great white north. She also had the hint of a French accent. Her crystal blue eyes peered into my eyes as she grasped my hand firmly, shook it and held on. It was an intimate moment with a total stranger. "I'm so happy to meet you, Brad. Gary has told me all about you," she said to me. "And I am so pleased to meet you, Madame," I said as I kissed her hand. "It's Mademoiselle, thank you very much," she corrected me. "So it is," I said. This week was going to be extremely interesting. The lecture went well. Or so I was told by Marie-Andrea and Garry. They invited me out for dinner, but I was pretty tired from the lecture and I wanted to see what Anna was up to. I could see that Garry was quietly delighted I couldn't make it and Marie-Andrea was quietly disappointed. The reactions were telling. As far as the lecture went, I couldn't really give myself a critique because I was too busy scanning the audience for Anna. Most of the audience was similar - the young college woman look, complete with baggy sweats or scrubs. Some had baseball caps on, some wore glasses. As I had only seen her body, it was going to be difficult task to discern who Anna was. Nevertheless, I was looking at every audience member trying to figure it out. And I had a few good candidates. I had also purposely designed my lecture so that it was a progressive type of lecture. Day one covered the basics. If you were interested in proceeding, you'd come back for the lecture on day two and so on. This way the lecture on the third and final day would consist of students interested in starting their own business - and Anna. The group would ask pertinent probing questions about the business. Anna wouldn't. I walked back to my hotel room, took a shower, changed into shorts and a t-shirt and then logged onto the computer. Almost as soon as I did, a bell went off telling me that I had an IM from Anna: Anna: Hey, clown! R U there? Brad: I'm here. I was hoping for a phone call! Anna: In your dreams. Brad: Ayep! In my dreams! Anna: You looked right at me today. Brad: I know. Anna: How do you know?!!?!??! Brad: I saw you out there and knew it was you. Anna: You did? Really? Brad: No. It's a lecturer's technique. I try and focus on a few individuals in the crowd to make a connection. Anna: Oh. I thought for sure you knew it was me. Brad: Oh sure. Let me guess, you were either wearing scrubs or baggy sweats. Anna: That's right...how'd you guess? LOL. Brad: So...what did you think? Anna: I'm intrigued. Brad: Oh my goodness, there's hope for me yet? Anna: Like I said, in your dreams, fool. Gotta go. TTYL. And just like that she logged off. I had told her the truth about my lecturing technique, but now I had her picked out from three or four similar looking candidates. Tomorrow was going to be interesting. Just as she logged off my cell phone rang. It was Marie-Andrea. I looked down at the phone. Should I answer it or ignore her? I knew what would happen if I answered it, but I didn't. I was here for a purpose. I still had more preparation work to do for tomorrow's lecture and if I went out I'd have to rush tomorrow. Besides, I really was more interested in Anna and I didn't want to jeopardize that by going out with the Dean, no matter what the result of that dalliance would be. On the other hand, there were no promises that I would even meet my little protégé, so why not go with the beautiful Marie-Andrea. I decided to ignore her call. The next morning, I woke up early, went for a run and then hit the pool for a swim. I ordered a light breakfast from room service with plenty of coffee, and then fired up the computer to finish work on today's lecture and see if I had any other pressing business issues. When I logged on, there were some IM's waiting for me, which were sent late last night by Anna. Anna: BUZZ. R U THERE? Anna: I guess not. Oh well. Anna: I just got in from going out with my friends. Anna: Just wanted to say...I noticed today u talking 2 Ms. Troussant. My jealousy is peaked. You old dog. Anna: Be careful. Anna: Are you losing interest in me? :( Anna: I hope not. I shoulda calld u. Wow. Now I am glad I didn't take Marie-Andrea's call. My life would have been like that scene in the movie Lost in Translation when the Scarlett Johansson character sort of catches the Bill Murray character with the slutty bar singer after a one night stand. I IM'd her back. Brad: Little too much fun last night?! LOL. Brad: Hope you're doing well. Don't worry, I'll be careful with MA. And you're right, you should have called. :smooch: Brad: C-ya later? I hope. I'll be looking for you. The rest of the day Anna didn't write or call, so I worked in my hotel suite up until it was time to lecture. I arrived early to take some questions and to scope out the audience. I saw three of the four Anna candidates. She promised me she would be at all the lectures, so I assumed that she was one of the three. Marie-Andrea and Garry were both there. She was a little frosty to me and was hanging on Garry's every word and laughing at all his jokes. I assumed they hooked up the night before, but from the way she was acting, she would have rather have been with me. I still didn't know her game or her angle. I have a word for people like that - Starfucker. They only want to be with and talk to the people on top. That suited her to a tee. And since I was the star of this little show she had her hat tilted toward me. The lecture went better than the day before, mainly because I had narrowed my focus to two things - the three young ladies and of course, the lecture. I got more to the point and received more pointed questions this time and I could tell that there were at least a dozen people there who were going to at least consider going into business. To my surprise all three young ladies approached me after the lecture to ask me direct questions about going into business. All were very attractive and fit Anna's physical build and hair color. Only one of them shook my hand and I made a note of it to further narrow down the field. I went to dinner with colleagues that evening and then returned to the hotel. Still there was no phone call from Anna. I logged onto the computer and there were a bunch of emails and some IM's from her. Anna: BUZZ. R U THERE??? Anna: Still not home. You better not be with MA. HAHAHA! Anna: You're right, I shoulda called, but I'm still nervous. Anna: I liked the lecture today. It was really interesting. I may just do this. Anna: BTW - I like your smile and your eyes. And you have nice warm hands. Anna: TTYL, I hope. I now knew which of the three young women she was. And now I was really looking forward to the next day's lecture. I could barely sleep; my mind was whirling. I forced myself to meditate and clear my mind of her, but it was barely possible. I did sleep a little then I woke up at two. I sent her a couple of messages. Brad: Can't sleep. Thinking about you. Brad: I hope you had fun last night. Brad: C U tomorrow! Brad: BTW - you have nice eyes and a pretty smile. And you're hands are soft. I wanted to let her know that I knew who she was. I hoped I didn't scare her away by doing that. I looked down and my cock was hard. Damn thing has a life of its own sometimes. I wondered if just thinking about her was doing that for me, what it would be like when we finally got together. I took a cool shower and went back to sleep. I didn't set the alarm. I wanted to be fully rested and I had nowhere to go and not much to do until the lecture in the middle of the afternoon. The next day I puttered about the hotel straightening up in case I had a visitor. I called down to the concierge and made sure I had a few fresh cut flower arrangements delivered to my room later that afternoon. When I logged onto the computer, there were a few actions waiting in my email queue, but nothing too pressing. I waited as long as I could before launching IM. I don't know why. I was hoping that there was something there from Anna, but was also worried she got cold feet. Her messages were there. Anna: BUZZ. R U THERE? Anna: Hope you're getting your beauty rest, you're gonna need it. Anna: I'll be out most of the day. I'll see you later. I went out for a light jog to clear the fog from my head and to think things through. I came back, stopped at the hotel salon for a haircut, and then up to my room to shower and shave. I trimmed around my penis and shaved "down there". I looked at it in the mirror; it didn't look like a porn star - all shaved - but it was neat and trim. I walked briskly to the campus. Garry met me there. He kept on talking to me about Marie-Andrea and how hot she was and how much fun they were having. If I didn't know better... no I did know better... Garry was all but coming out and asking if I'd be interested in a three-way with him and her. I decided to act distracted and not catch his drift. I had other things on my mind, so the distracted part was easy. I looked around the audience. It had thinned out a little bit. Anna was there in the same spot as the previous days and the other two candidates were gone. When I got to the podium, I looked over at her and I smiled. Her hair was different and so was her make up. She was radiant and beautiful. I could hardly keep my eyes off her. But I forced myself to look away. Then I kept coming back to her. She was stunning. Afterward, there were a lot of questions to answer and I passed out about 25 business cards to the future entrepreneurs. I agreed to keep in touch with them and mentor them. I also told them that it would cost them! Anna lagged behind the crowd and approached me after everyone had gone. "Do I still have to call you?" she asked. "No you don't," I told her and took her into my arms and hugged her. Anna hugged me back. I could feel through her dress that she wasn't wearing a bra. I was hoping that she wasn't wearing any panties either. I could feel the familiar surge down there and I pulled back from her. "No-one's here, let me look at you," I told her. She did a little pirouette and said, "Do you like?" I laughed and said, "What's not to like? You are stunningly beautiful." She was wearing a simple black strapless dress with one single gold chain with a small locket. She smiled at me and I smiled back at her, warmly, as only recently reunited lovers often do. "I arranged it with Marie-Andrea to escort you out and make sure everything was locked up," she informed me. "Oh you did, did you?" "Yes, I did. And I am taking it upon myself to make sure you make it back to the hotel safe and sound. Let me grab my things and we can go, OK?" she asked. Her things turned out to be a small overnight bag. "What do you have there?" I asked. "Oh, nothing. Just my girlie things," she replied. "Are you sure about this?" I asked. "As sure as I've ever been," she responded. I took her bag in one hand and took her hand in my other hand and we walked out together; the door locking behind us. We walked hand in hand to the hotel together, talking and giggling like teenagers. O Canada! Ch. 01 We got to the hotel and went up to the suite. It was on the top floor, overlooking the city with a great view. The hotel staff had been there already. The balcony door was open and they had left beautiful fresh flowers and two bottles of wine chilling along with a fruit and cheese platter. "Oh my goodness! You really go all out, don't you?" she marveled. "Only the best for you," I told her. "For me? Are you sure?" I took her in my arms, looked her in the eye and said, "Yes, only for you." Then I kissed her. We started off slowly then gradually got more passionate. It was a sexy first kiss. Our tongues danced. And I slid my hands down her back and rested my hands on her sweet round dancer's butt. She wasn't wearing any panties. "I read somewhere that Playboy Playmates don't wear anything elastic for at least 24 hours before their photo shoots," she informed me. "Hmmmm... So you want me to take some pictures of you?" "Of course, clown, why do you think I am here?" she replied. "Well..." "Well, that, too," she said. I told her that maybe we should get out of our work clothes and into something more comfortable and then have some wine and appetizers. I suggested a thick terry robe for her and I would slip into shorts and a t-shirt. She agreed and came out of the bathroom a few minutes later with nothing on but the robe. "I'd like to get some really nice pictures with the new lingerie I just bought," she told me as she reached into her bag. She must have raided Victoria's Secrets and bought all of their newest fashions. She sipped on her wine as she held up each pair of panties one by one. There must have been 12 or 15 pairs in there. I told her the reason I had the balcony opened up was because I wanted to take some sexy shots of her with the city in the background. I finished my wine and took my camera out of the bag. I like quality in my toys and I didn't skimp on this model as far as cost went. She disrobed right in front of me and slipped on a pair of lacy lavender boy shorts. Her nipples were pert and her long brown hair was barely covering them. We had already spoken about the ground rules through the many PMs and IMs prior to us meeting. There were to be no published head shots. And no public shots of her pussy, although, I could take some. She would not allow any Hustler-type beaver shots. And no insertions, etc. She wanted a professional erotic photo array taken by someone she trusted. I must have passed muster, because there she was, my little protégé, standing in front of me dressed for the shoot. I started by taking a couple of shots with the digital camera and instructing her on what poses I would like. She kept on asking to let her see. At first I let her. I would take a picture, and then she'd saunter over and take a look. It was hard to concentrate on taking a good photo shot when she was standing next to me looking at the pictures all but naked. I asked her to let me take a twenty or so quick shots without her seeing any of them then we'd load them up on the computer and take a look. She complied with my request. I sat down and the computer and downloaded all 25 or so shots. She put her robe back on and pulled panties number one off and set them near her bag. Then she came over, told me to move over and sat right next to me. Her perfume was intoxicating. I kept looking over at her as she looked at the pictures. She seemed almost child-like, except that this was a grown sexy woman looking at some very erotic pictures. "Would you please show me how to enhance the pictures?" she asked. I complied and did all sorts of tricks with cropping and playing with brightness and contrast and color. There were some duds in the shots that I took, but there were some pretty good ones. "They'll get better as we get more comfortable," I told her. "And most pros would tell you that if you get one good shot out of a roll of film, then you're doing well." "Do you think we have one good shot?" she asked. "Not yet," I replied. "There are some pretty good ones and suitable for sharing on the board, but there will be some excellent shots that emerge somewhere in here tonight and you'll be extremely proud of them." "You really think so?" "Oh, most definitely," I responded. "Back to work." "You call this work?" she asked. "Um. No. This is much better," I grinned as I grabbed my camera. She smiled at me, undid her robe and let it fall to the floor. She was totally naked. The lights of the city behind her illuminated her head like an angel. I got down on my knees and took some shots of her with her arms in the air. I paused for a second to grab a small fan and set it up. Then I aimed it at her. The effect was stunning. Her hair was billowing in the light breeze, the lights behind her were perfect and her nipples began to harden. I snapped picture after picture. I ripped off about 50 for that set. Then I told her that we needed to check them out. She slipped her robe back on and didn't tie it. Then she sat down next to me and scanned the pictures. Her hand rested on my thigh, a natural movement that felt really nice and comfortable. As she became more and more interested in the photos, her hand went further up my thigh. I couldn't help but keep on glancing at her lovely breasts as she examined the pictures for quality from both the technical and artistic perspective. Anna was having quite the effect on me. I turned to her, pulled her face to mine and kissed her again. And she kissed me back, but quickly withdrew and gently tapped my hand that had found its way to her breast. "We'll have time for that later," she admonished me. "We have work... I mean other pleasures... to do now." I pulled picture after picture into the photo editing software. She was staring intently and biting her lip. She wasn't hypercritical of herself as many people are, especially looking at themselves naked. I had a feeling she was beginning to understand what she wanted. She picked out a few and told me we need to save them for later. I saved them off in a separate file. "Grab your camera, fool. Back to pleasure," she said to me. "OK by me." I couldn't grab my camera fast enough. She disrobed and slipped into a pair of pink undies and matching camisole. The panties stretched over her tight butt and I took some really good ass shots and she got more and more playful. She stripped off the camisole one little bit at a time and then did some Bettie Boop poses. She changed right in front of me for the next set. She put on a pair of black and red panties, slipped the robe over her shoulders and stepped out onto the balcony. I took a few more shots of her in these panties and then she slipped them off. I stood there watching her almost detached from the action. I felt more like a voyeur than a participant. A few more shots, then she slowed down. She looked at me and I observed her through the lens. I took what was to be the last picture of the night. It would turn out to be the most provocative. She turned around and put her hands on the railing with her back to me. I stepped inside the suite and set the camera down. Then I took off my t-shirt and shorts and stepped outside to join her. Her tight little round ass jutted out as I came up behind her. I put my arms around her from behind, my hand resting on one of her nipples and kissed her lightly on the neck. She pulled her head back, arching her long neck for me. My cock was now rigid and rubbing against her. "Mmmm... that feels really nice," she whispered. "Is that for me?" "Oh yes, baby, It's only for you," I replied. She reached behind her and began to stroke my cock with her delicate hand. She languidly put her other hand on my head and pulled me even closer. Then she spread her legs a little, pushed my cock down so that it was at the entrance of her pussy. "Brad, I want it in me out here right now," she softly demanded. I slid it into her slowly. She adjusted to my length and girth and it slid into her deeply, all the way into her hot little pussy. She was so wet. It was my turn to ask, "Is that for me?" "Mmmmm... yes, Daddy. I've been like this for a while now." We stood there on the balcony swaying to our own music. My cock was buried deep in her from behind. There was no hurry. We had all the time in the world. I started to pinch her nipple and kept kissing her lightly on her neck. "Do you want to go inside?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes. I want to make love with you. I want to do all the things that we've chatted about these past few months," I answered. "Mmmmm... I do, too." I reluctantly withdrew from her; my cock was wet with her juices. I was as hard as I had ever been in my life. We turned to face the doorway; she grasped me by my penis and walked me to through the door of the suite and into the adjoining bedroom. The room was dimly lit from the burning candles, and the scent of fresh flowers permeated the room delicately. The king sized bed was inviting and Anna released my cock and teasingly got onto the bed. She was on all fours, moving like a cat. She stopped, turned and looked at me. Then she slowly got onto her back, her head uplifted by the large pillows. The balcony session was just a prelude to the wild fuck session she seemingly had in store for me now. I climbed up next to her and kissed her passionately. She grabbed my head and pulled me closer to her, kissing me back - hard. I reached up and strongly grasped her breast. I squeezed it and tweaked her nipple. Then I did the same to the other. I released her from my kiss and slid down to her breasts. I put one into my mouth and sucked on her hard nipple. She was aroused as I had never seen her or anyone before. I pinched the other nipple and pulled it out as far as it would go without hurting her. Her small breasts were highly sensitive and she moaned. I kissed down her tight stomach, lingering at her belly button. She had her hands on my head and was holding it there. I slipped a finger into her wet, hot waiting pussy. I wanted to fuck her right then. I wanted to take her, fuck her as hard as I could. But patience is a virtue. I also wanted to take care of my baby. So, instead of climbing on top of her, I started to go down further. She gasped, "No, Brad, please don't." But her hands told me different. They were gently pushing my head down towards her waiting cunt. Her pussy hair was close cropped and trimmed and the hair around her opening was gone. I could smell her sweet wetness. It was intoxicating. I wanted to drink all of her love juices out of her pussy. I removed my finger and licked her from the bottom of her pussy to the very top, stopping at her exposed and swollen clitoris. "Please, Brad," she whispered. "Please what?" I stopped and asked, my tongue sliding downward. "Please, Brad..." she said, her voice tailing off. I licked her again from the bottom to the top; this time, though, I flicked her clit with my tongue. She gasped then she moaned. She took her legs and swung them over my shoulders and onto my back. With her hands and her legs, she pulled me closer and closer to her pussy. She moved her pelvis so that it was pressing hard against my mouth. It was not going to take her long. I licked her one last time round trip. Then I stopped at her clit and began to suck it. I inserted a finger into her pussy and then another as I sucked her. Her legs were pulling me closer in rhythm with her hands and her pelvis. "Suck me, Brad. I love how this feels. Finger fuck me, baby. Finger my hot pussy. I love this. I love how you suck my clit," her voice huskily emanated from her throat. Her cunt was so wet and she was bucking against my face. I continued to finger fuck her and suck her clit at the same time. Her juices were flowing out of her pussy and running down my chin. My cock as so hard, I thought I was going to come just from eating her hot little wet cunt. As much as I loved it, she was enjoying it even more. I looked up at her. Her head was back and her eyes her closed. She was just using her legs and pelvis to fuck my mouth as her hands had moved from my head to her tits. She was squeezing them and kneading them and pulling on her nipples. Her nipples were hard as little pebbles and she kept pulling them farther and farther. She was moaning. I dipped another finger into her pussy. I now had two inside her and she was squeezing my fingers with her tight cunt muscles. I could feel her legs start to twitch and get hard on my back. They were steady and she pulled me closer. I knew she was close to her orgasm. Her pussy got even wetter and it drenched my fingers. Her cunt was so hot and wet and slick. She moaned. Her voice came out in short little bursts. "Uh... oh my god... oh Brad... oh my goodness. Oh fuck, baby, make me come. I am coming for you. Am I a good girl? I'm a good girl aren't I? I'm coming baby. I loved how you sucked me. I'm coming. Her legs were tight around my back, her back was arched and her nipples were swollen and red. She groaned at me, "You know how to make a girl wet for you... I want you so bad right now... I want to be your best student, the one you want the most, the one who makes you cum the hardest, makes your cock the biggest... acts the sluttiest but is still your little angel, your little girl...." She released me from her grip. Then she said, "I want to roll over on top of that cock and ride it so hard... have you look up at me... grab my hair and pull me to your mouth... I want you to make me scream." I rolled on my back. My cock was sticking straight up in the air. She slowly climbed on top of me and placed her hot wetness above my cock. She reached down and grabbed my cock and held it close to her entrance. I looked up at her from my resting place on the pillows. She was breathing heavily, coming down from her orgasm. The alabaster skin on her face and chest was flushed red. Her long brown hair was damp and hanging down over her breasts. Her nipples were swollen and distended and peeking out from behind her hair. "Do you want this, Daddy? Do you want your hot hard cock in your baby's pussy?" she asked me breathlessly. "Oh baby, quit torturing me. I need my cock in your hot pussy. I can feel you," I pleaded. "What are you going to do to me if I don't?" she asked. "You want it as bad as, or worse than I do," I said as I sat up. "Don't you?" "Yes. I do," she quietly replied. "Well then, what are you waiting for?" I asked, and pulled her head towards me and kissed her. She slid down my cock as I slid my hands down her back and put them on her tight sexy ass, grabbing her by her cheeks and pulling her down lower on my cock. I was deep in her hot tight cunt and was rocking her with my hands on her ass. She pulled away from my kiss, put her arms around my back and leaned her head on my shoulder, releasing a soft whimper from her mouth. "This feels so fucking good, lover," she whispered in my ear. "I knew it would be like this with you." She nibbled my shoulder where it connects with the neck. She was rocking back and forth and to and fro on my hard cock. At the same time, I could feel her pussy muscles expand and contract on it. It was so deep in her. Her clit was rubbing against my pubic bone. Since she was controlling all the action, I moved my hands from her ass to her back and squeezed her closer. I could feel beads of sweat forming in the small of her back. I could also feel her hard nipples against my hairy chest. I whispered in her ear, "Fuck me, baby. Rub your clit on me, make it feel good. Just like our chat sessions, lover. This feels so good; you are so good when you're bad. My cock is so hard in you, I love it. I love your hot hard nipples. Fuck, me. I love how you're fucking me, baby." She bit me harder this time and then she gasped, "I love it. I feel so safe with you. I'm going to come, I know it." I pulled her hair back and then pulled her mouth close to mine and kissed her. She bit the bottom of my lip and shoved her tongue into my mouth. She was using her hands for leverage as she pushed up and down on me. Her cunt was so wet and she kept impaling herself on my cock. She pulled her head back and began screaming at me. "Fuck. Oh fuck. Oh my god. Oh fuck, yea. My pussy is so hot, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me. I love this. Your cock feels so good in my pussy." I whispered deeply, "this is just like our fantasy, baby. I love it. Keep fucking me, baby. I love how you're bouncing your cunt up and down on my cock." She began moaning. I knew she was close to coming again. I asked her, "What do you want to do, lover?" She answered in staccato, "Mmmmm! When I'm done riding you I want to get down on my knees with you standing up... I want to take your cock in my mouth and taste myself off you... I want to look up in your eyes while I taste my own cum off your cock.... I want you to take hold of my hair while I'm sucking you off... I want you to shove it down my throat and force me to take it all... I want to be so naughty with you because it's safe." She leaned back as far as she could go and began to masturbate her clit while she was still fucking me. I watched her fingers furiously finger her clit while she clenched her tight wet cunt against my cock. She kept squeezing it and letting it go; over and over again. She was coming for me. I smiled at the knowledge that she felt free enough to do that with me. She moaned once more, and then fell against me in a heap. Then she pulled off me and got down on her knees in front of the bed. I stood up. My cock was an inch from her wide open mouth. I grabbed my cock and her hair. I pushed her head all the way down my engorged cock. Her nose was touching my pubic bone and my cock was all way down her throat. She looked up at me. I released her head and she pulled back; a stream of saliva and pre-cum bridged the gap between her mouth and my cock. Then she plunged her mouth down all the way on my cock and kept it there. "That feels so good. I'm going to come. I want to come in your mouth. I want it all over your mouth... it's coming, baby. Are you ready for me? She answered by pulling back and began sucking the head of my cock. I couldn't stand anymore and I spewed my hot cream in her mouth. Spurt after spurt of my cum went into her mouth and down her throat. She milked my cock dry and licked the head one more time. "Oh baby, stop, I am so sensitive there. Please baby. Please stop," I was almost crying. She swallowed and then said, "Poor baby. OK. I'll stop." She stopped. I pulled her up to me; my cock slid into the space between her legs. It was hot and wet there. I kissed her deeply. I could taste the mixture of her cum and mine intermingled in her mouth. She smiled through the kiss and then we both started laughing as we fell to the bed together. "Wow," was all she said. We hugged for a little bit. I held her in my arms and we both fell asleep like that. I woke up a couple of hours later. The moonlight shone through the window and softly lit her from behind. She was sleeping in the fetal position and she looked like an angel. Her long brown hair was spread out over the bed and the natural lighting enhanced her beauty. I grabbed my camera and took about 25 more pictures from all different angles using just the natural light. She moved slightly and I took a few more. Then I uploaded them to the computer and called room service for a couple of late dinners, some coffee and another bottle of wine. I began to work on the pictures. She was so beautiful and the natural light enhanced her beauty all the more. She wasn't posing. She was in her most comfortable position. She looked very content. The pictures were spectacular. O Canada! Ch. 01 Room service came and I went in to wake her up. I kissed her softly on the cheek and whispered in her ear, "Wake up, baby, the night is still young." She responded by stretching and hugging me around my shoulders. "I feel so refreshed, but I am soooo hungry, Daddy. Is there something to eat?" "Yes, baby, I ordered room service." She bounced out of bed naked and went over to the room service tray. "Ooooh... yummy," she said, "I'm going to start with the coffee." "I took some pictures while you were asleep. We can look at them when we're done, OK?" I said as I pointed to the computer. They were on the screen saver, and looking at her on the screen and in real life was having the usual affect on me. I was getting hard and it was showing through my gym shorts. "Oh my, Brad. What have you got under there?" she teased. "Under where?" I asked, playing the straight man. She giggled and reached under my shorts. "I just made you say 'underwear'." She let go of me and returned to her food. I pulled off my shorts and grabbed my camera. While naked, I took a few more pictures of her eating until she told me that I had to stop and eat. "You'll need your strength," she said. After we ate, I suggested a bath. The tub in the suite was sumptuous. It was large and could definitely fit more than 2. I added some bath salts - according to the advertisement, a naughty and erotic blend of different salts and oils - which added to the scent, the sensuousness and the intimacy of taking a bath with someone. When the tub was full, I climbed in first, and then she followed behind me. I watched her. I had to. I was still taken by her beauty and her lithe body. She gracefully got into the tub and sat down with her back to me, rested her back against my chest and stretched her legs out. I put my arms around her so that I could caress her breasts and she turned her head to kiss me. Someone once said something about the thrill of the first kiss. Well, after kissing her all night and making love with her, I was as thrilled with this most recent kiss as I was with the first one. And she could tell. She reached behind me, stroked my cock, and moaned into my mouth. I reached down to feel her. She was wet and slick. "Oh my," I said. "Shut up, clown," she replied and kissed me harder. She lifted up, put my cock at her entrance and slowly slid me all the way in her. She wriggled her hips to make herself more comfortable. My hands went to her breasts; I couldn't keep my hands off her sexy, hard nipples. And then she held me there, leaning back against me. "This is so nice. I want you to be in me, I love how you feel inside me," she whispered. "I know, baby. I love being in you," I responded. I reached down to feel her. She leaned back and let me. "Does this thing have jets?" she asked. I removed my hand and switched on the jets. A burst of cool water shot out and Anna giggled, but kept me right where I was and where I wanted to be - deep inside her. We turned so that her pussy was in direct line of fire of one of the jets. She adjusted herself one more time so that the water was spraying right onto her clit. I could feel it against my cock as well. She leaned against me to allow the water to pulse against her clit all the more. Anna moved toward me and I pulled her head to me and kissed her. I could feel her vaginal muscles clenching on my hard cock as she squeezed me. I could feel the water focused on her hitting me and I was getting harder. She began moving back and forth so that my cock was like a dildo and the water was like a little bullet on her clit. She was groaning deeply and moaning as she masturbated her little hard clit with the jets while she squeezed my cock with her cunt. I wanted to thrust into her, but I wanted her to pleasure herself. I wanted my baby to come again and again. I held her steady by her hips and her legs became rigid and went straight out. The muscles on her legs were taut and sinewy and sexy. "Do you like this, baby? Do you like how the jets make your pussy feel?" I whispered in her ear. "Ungh... yes, Daddy, I love it. It feels so nice," she responded. "Do you want me to tell you what I want to do to you? Do you want me to talk dirty to you, baby?" I softly asked her. Breathlessly, she said, "Oh yes, oh tell me what you're going to do next." "I would love to pull your hot little cunt on top of my face and let me lick you. Let me lick your hot little cunt. I want to make you cum. Fuck me, baby. I know you love to push down on me while you are fucking me." I said deeply. She ground down on my cock with her pussy. The jets were still hitting her clit. "Baby, you are the hottest little cunt. You know that you have made me so hard. You know that your little cunt makes my cock so hard and thick. I want your cunt riding my cock. It's so big and thick for your hot wet little pussy," I continued whispering in her ear. She hissed at me, "Yes, Brad, I love your cock... my little pussy loves your cock... keep it in there... don't stop... I'm coming and I want to kiss you while I'm coming." She arched her back and put her head on my shoulder, her kissable lips were an inch away. I completed the distance and pulled her closer to me, our tongues dancing. Anna came really hard. Her back was arched, her pussy as close to the jets as she could possibly stand, her legs splayed up out and over the top of the tub. She moaned and moaned into my mouth as she kept kissing me. Then she whimpered, and then she stopped. She slowly pulled her mouth from mine and whispered, "Please turn off the jets, baby." "OK," I said as I reached over and hit the switch. She slowly got off of me and hopped out of the tub. She grabbed a towel and started drying off. I got out of the tub, preceded by my raging hard-on. She had that unmistakable "I've got to go" look to her. She was toweling off and looking for her things at the same time. I grabbed my own towel and dried off. I slipped my gym shorts on over my withering erection and pushed my penis downward as if I was a teenaged schoolboy hiding it from the rest of the class. She slipped on a pair of panties, a tank top and a pair of jeans. She pulled a pair of sandals out of her back and put them over her sexy feet. Then she put her damp hair in pony tail, picked up her black dress and the neat pile of unmentionables and stuffed them into the bag. "Brad, honey, I've got to go," she said unnecessarily. "Why? You just got here." "Don't be mad. I just have to get going," she said. I looked down at my semi-hard cock in my gym shorts and said, "I'm not mad. It's just that the night is still young..." "And you haven't come yet. I get it." "I don't think you do," I said, the hurt showing in my voice. "Oh really? You don't? And where is all of this leading? Are you going to move here to be with me? Be my knight in shining armor?" "Well, baby, I don't know really. I'm a little bit past the knight in shining armor. All I can say is that we've just gotten started. I don't know the ending, because we're not even at the middle." "No, we're not at the middle. And I have another question to ask you, Brad. How many lovers have you had? And how many do you have now?" She asked the question and didn't wait for my answer. "I've had exactly one," she said. "Well, two now, counting you. And I want to experience more." I replied, "I've had a lot of lovers. So I understand that, Anna, but does it have to be now?" "Yes, Brad, it has to be now. Otherwise..." "Otherwise, what? You'd stay with me?" "Yes," she said sadly, "Otherwise, I'd stay with you. And I'd be just another one of your current lovers. This way, I'm immediately another one of your former lovers." "So that's it, then." My former lover replied, "Yes, that is it. Now, would you be a dear and give me the disk from your camera?" she asked. "Sure," I said as I complied. "Thanks," she said, walking to the door. I walked behind her. No hand holding this time. She opened the door, gave me a good night peck on the cheek, walked out the door and she was gone. Then it hit me. I'd just been fucked and chucked. Just like that. I walked out onto the balcony. The night air was cool and exhilarating. I looked out over the beautiful city and smiled. I'd been had. I'd been used. I was taken advantage of. And, oh my goodness! It sure felt good while it lasted. Over near the local coffee shop, I spotted Anna. She was standing on the corner looking like she was waiting for someone. I watched her for a bit as she paced back and forth as if she had an appointment. A man on a motorcycle rolled up and spoke with her briefly then she reached into her bag, pulled out something small and handed it to him. It was the disk that I had given her. I smiled. When I'd attached the camera to the computer, I used the download and delete feature on the photo software. There were no pictures on the disk. He rode off and she walked away. I looked down to the floor of the balcony. Lying there was a pair of black panties she had left from the night before - the panties she told me she'd used in her avatar on the forum. I smiled again. She'd left me a souvenir that I could touch and smell. Epilogue: It's been a while since I've heard from Anna. After she left I realized that this was the only way it could have ended. Either she was going to do this to me or I was going to do this to her. No muss no fuss ending; just a peck on the cheek and a walk out the door. I still see her out on the board. She's the same person that drew me to her - cheery, flirty - sexy. I haven't posted in her thread, nor do I send her unsolicited messages. I do check my PMs every day for a message from her. Someday, I'll get one. And I know why. The pictures - I've got them all.