0 comments/ 23308 views/ 0 favorites His Touch Ch. 01 By: skybaby I love it when different things happen to me. The sweet torture of knowing what I know, seeing what I see. I know what the look in his eyes mean. The spring in his step as he walks closer to me. The way his hands reach out for something he can't have. Will he let me touch or allow himself to touch? Can I make a move or drop a hint and not fear him at the same time? I fear his temper but long to tame it. To tame him what a challenge. I see the desire hidden in his eyes every time he looks at me. Can he tell that I want him so bad I get weak in the knees when he comes near me. Even though we don't talk, we know each others body language. Pure lust and hunger. That challenge turned to fear one summer morning. I got out early one morning from work. Still very dark and cloudy. I know someone is behind me. I'm not worried because they could have gotten out early too. As the steps got louder and closer I sped up my own pace. My car is in sight. I push my remote start and unlocked the doors. Just as I got to my car he grabbed me. As he pushed me up against my car I saw his reflection in the window and smiled. Of all people it has to be him. My worse night mare yet my greatest dream was about to come true. I was wearing my usual summer outfit, baggy shorts and a wife-beater shirt. I just stood there half scared, half excited. I noticed how wet I was getting and I think he could smell it. I know I could. The look in his eyes told me so. As he pressed his body against mine he whispered all the things he was going to do to me. My body betrayed me as it pressed back against him. His hands started to roam in places they don't belong, he told me what he was going to do, it almost sounded like he was asking for permission. If I didn't give him the response he wanted, he would only push, pull, or pinch harder. The harder he played the more response he got back. Its like he knows all my secret spots that only a lover would know. As if he was reading my mind he whispers, "He told me how you like it. Start off tender just a tease then get rough. Slowing down and speeding up. You don't like it fast just hard. He told me about the spot under your ear, on the neck, how to make your nipples rock hard and very sensitive. How to make you cum before I even fuck you. I want what you won't give him. He told me everything he knows about you." Now I'm scared and don't know what to do. My mind is racing to nowhere. I never noticed where his hand went before it was too late. I was so wet by this time that he plunged two fingers up my pussy. I yelped and he pushed my head against the window and told me to shut up and take it. He pulled my hips against him. I can feel his cock pushing and grinding against my ass. I start to fight but that only causes more pressure and I started to cum. I pushed harder and was grinding against his fingers and cock. Once I calmed down he told me I could do better than that. I know what he wants. My prize but nobody got that except my girlfriend, wife, lover all three in one. She was the only one who knew how to make me cum like that. Not satisfied he put a blindfold over my eyes, turned me around, I put my hands up to defend myself just in case. My hands meet a hairy, but firm chest, all I could do was run my fingers through it. I roamed over his chest, I brushed over his nipples, he growled, and down to his belly. I ran my finger tips just inside the band of his pants. I felt a small thrust and brought my hands back to his chest. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushes me to my knees. I can hear him growling at me softly as I shake my head NO. I vowed long ago I would never put another cock in my mouth no matter how much I wanted it. Like right now. Man how I would like to run my tongue over the head of his massive cock. Just the taste of him will make me cum. I can smell his raw powerful need to cum. I will give it to him but not like this. One rape in one's lifetime is enough. But this was different, this was about lust not power. I felt the head of his cock rubbing against my lips. Pushing harder hoping to get in but couldn't. He pulled me up by my hair. I squealed and he slapped me across the face, telling me to shut up. He told me one way or another his cock would be in my mouth, maybe not tonight but in the near future and you will beg me for more. After saying that he was gone. The only thing I could do was crawl into my car and cry. I called into work for the rest of the week trying to calm my nerves before I had to face him again. I don't think I could look at him ever again. I thought about quitting or transferring but that choice was taken away from me the second night off. There was a knock on the door at about four in the morning. I got up to answer it but it was too late, He was already in the house. I ran for the backdoor. I didn't make it, he caught me by my hair. Screaming I hit the floor. He was on me in a blink of an eye. With one hand over my mouth and the other holding my wrist above my head, the weight of his body holding me down, I quit fighting. Whats the point? All I could do was close my eyes and let him have his way. But nothing happened. My body was so tense my muscles ached. All I could think was not again. I expected pain and angry words but there was nothing. I felt his weight shift and opened my eyes. He was just staring at me. That's when I realized I was almost hyperventilating and just say no, no, no, NOT again. He tried to calm me down but it was too late, I was out. I felt nothing but relief as I fell into the black nothing. Soothing words and warmth brought me back from nowhere. I began to melt into the warmth of the arms holding me, until reality hit me. I began to panic and fight the arms holding me. Not caring what or where I hit. SMACK, his hand landed upside my head. O.K. that hurt so I quit fighting, but I was angry. I asked him, "Do you get off hitting girls." He said "No, just wanted you to stop hitting me." Ok that was reasonable. I asked him what he wanted, he said "you, but I won't hurt you or force you." "But you never talk to me, I catch you watching me sometimes. In the three years that I've known you, you don't talk to me unless you had something to bitch about." " That's the way it will always be to. Nothing will change. You will come to work everyday , you will not transfer to anther job. You are mine." I started to say something but he said case closed and no arguments. " I will never fuck you." I said. " Just me or any man?" "Any man." "You will beg for me by the time you are ready and ready you will be. Your body will tell me when its time. You can have the rest of the week off but come Monday you better be at work." Come Monday I'll be long gone, I thought . "If you run I will hunt you til I find you". With that said he left. I waited til midnight before I left. I slept most of the day so I could drive at night. Making sure nobody was around, I left. I left everything behind, my job, my friends, my life, except my dog, him I took. I didn't know I was going . All I knew is that I had to leave. I didn't trust him or myself. I wanted him with every fiber of my being. That scared the hell of out me. I just couldn't risk getting hurt. As I put the miles behind me all I could think about was him. Tall, just over six foot, thinning salt and pepper hair, slim but meaty in all the right places. He catches me staring at his chest and all I could do is wonder if hes that hairy everywhere else. I have to clinch my fingers to stop them from reaching up and running my hands over his chest. Everything about him I find sexy. His dry sense of humor, his laugh, even the way he uses body language when he talks. I have never met anyone like him. The way hes quiet and shy around people until he gets to know them. And he always knows what going on around him all the time. All I can do is think of the man I'm running from. Why? I ran because I swore I would never fuck a man again. No matter how bad I want too. The way he looks and touches me scares the living hell out of me thats why. All he had to do was ask me and I would have given him anything but no he had to force it. Some time later I decided to pull over and stay for the night. With two days of driving between us I thought I was safe. After checking into a hotel and showering I had to get some real food in me. A cheeseburger here and there wasn't cutting it. I looked out the window to make sure nobody was around. I now that sounds silly but I had to be sure. As I opened the door I screamed and tried to slam it shut. How in the hell did he find me? The door won't close, his foot was in the way. I tried to kick him so I could close it but he caught me. Man did he look pissed. I didn't know what to do so I ran for the bathroom. He caught me and threw me on the bed. He jumped on me and pinned me down. All I could do was cry. He stretched his body over mine letting me feel his full weight. Leaning down he whispered in my ear, "I told you not to run." I can hear the venom dripping in his voice. I was shaking so bad the bed was vibrating from it. "Be still" he hissed. He sat up and straddled me at the waist still holding my wrist so I couldn't fight. "Why did you run? "he asked. I didn't know how to answer so all I could do was say "I'm sorry." "Not as sorry as your going to be." he said. His Touch Ch. 02 I didn't know what to expect. All I know is that he looked like he was going to hurt me. With his weight holding me down and my wrist trapped in his large hands I was powerless. During the struggle my shirt got scrunched up just below my 38D breast. I closed my eyes willing him to be gone. Willing this to only be a dream. When I felt his hand rubbing across my belly I knew this was no dream. He trailed lightly from my bra to the top of my pants. Stopping at my pants he leaned back and undid my button and zipper. I squeezed my legs closed tighter. Smack! Don't do that, he said. I started to fight, twisting and turning. Trying to get out of his grip. I brought my knees up to throw him off balance, it worked. He went head over heels off the bed. I jumped up and made just out the door when he caught me . He yanked me back into the room and on the bed. With no air in my lungs I just laid there while he ripped my clothes off me. I laid there in my naked glory. Normally I would love the look on his face but not this time. That's when he saw them. I tried to cover myself but he slapped my hands away. Waiting for the look of horror to cross his face, I cringed. I have nasty, angry scars all over my breast down to my tights. He let me go and I rolled over to hide. He just looked at me. I just laid there crying and telling him to go away. He didn't go but laid down to hold me while I cried. Exhausted I drifted off and slept while he held me for the rest of the night. I awoke the next morning with him wrapped around me. I just laid there thinking. I had so many questions. Theres the "why" question. Why me? Why didn't he just rape me and get it over with? Why me? Why is he trying to torture me? And the biggest question, why did he want me so bad? Why did he stop last night? Did he find me repulsive after he saw me? All this crying and thinking gave me a headache. Plus I had to pee. When I finally got up, I found some clean clothes and went to take a shower. I know hes awake and watching me to see if I would run. I'm tired of running. That's all I did for the past three years. This time I don't care what happens. I would sell my soul just to make him go away. If sex is what he wants he can have it. I'm just to tired to care if I lived or died this time. I hopped in the shower and let the hot water melt the tension away. As I was washing he came in to relieve himself. Neither on of us said a word. I came out fully dressed to find breakfast laid out on the dresser. I sat down to eat as he got up to take his shower. He turned to say something, looked at me then went to take his shower. There was an unspoken truce between us. As I sat there eating I wondered what was on his mind. What was he thinking and why didn't he just leave? I was startled when his hand pulled me back against him. I never noticed that he was out of the shower dressed, only in his pants, and sitting behind me on the bed. I tried to pull away but he only pulled me tighter against him. "Why did you run?" "I didn't want to die" "I told you that I wouldn't hurt you" "I've heard that one before" "Not from me and I mean it. What happened to you to make you so afraid of me? I have never raised my voice to you and always treated you with respect." "Respect, is that what you called it at work by my car or when you broke into my house trying to force yourself on me. I told you I will never have sex with you. Why don't you just go home and leave me alone." "I just wanted to scare you not hurt you. If I wanted to hurt you I would have done it the first time I followed you home three years ago." "Why do you follow me home?" " I heard you were having problems with some guy and wanted to make sure you were safe. Who do you think saved you that night? I've always came in and checked up on you at night or during the day. Why do you think your dog didn't attach me? It just became a habit of following you home all the time. I know everything about you." "Not every thing." "Yes I do." "If you did you would have known not to attach me. You would have known I would fight. If I couldn't fight I would run." "Yes I knew and what a good fighter you are. You actually surprised me a couple of time at how strong you are. I know I have to watch out for your legs. If they can throw me, I know how strong you really are." We just sat there in silence. He was just rubbing my arms and shoulders. Every time he reached around to grab something to eat off my plate I tensed up. He kept telling me to relax but that was easier said than done. As he was eating, very now and then he would kiss my neck or the back of my head. He would rub my thighs or my arms as I squirmed against him. I also noticed that he was getting a hard on. "Stop squirming or I'll have to relieve some tension." I stopped immediately. I tried to get up but he stopped me. "Where are you going?" He asked "Away from you." I said. "There is no place for you to run anymore, plus you said you didn't care anymore." "We can't stay here cooped up plus you have to get back to work tonight." "Nope, I took the rest of the week of the same as you but for different reasons mine was personal, you put in for vacation." Great now what am I going to do. I can't stand to be in the same room with him. I can't wait to get out of his embrace yet I ache to be touched I thought. He came up behind me and said "Then let me touch you the way you want to be touched." I was horrified, did I say that out loud. I must have. Goodness knows I want him to touch me. To show me its ok to want to be touched, loved, and fucked without being hurt. He started to rub my arms, across my shoulders, down my back, then across my belly. Every muscle tensed in my body down to where my bones ached. It felt good just him touching me. I could hardly breathe. My lungs hurts every time I tried to inhale. His hands slipped inside my shirt and I leaned back to rest against him. He cupped my breast and ran his thumbs over my nipples. "Is this what you want?" he asked. I didn't answer him, I didn't have to my harden nipples gave him his answer. His hands slipped under my bra and started to squeeze and pinch my nipple. I moaned softly as he rolled them between this fingers. "So you do like it, lets see what else you like" he said. He started kissing my neck, running his tongue over my skin. He's starting to drive my crazy. His hands slide down my belly and start to undo my jeans. I whimpered my protest and my hands flew to his. I started begging him to stop and he bit my neck, started sucking on it harder. My grip lessened on his hands and he undid my zipper. His hand moved down inside and he palmed my clit. I started panting and moaning. I started to get dizzy and my defensives started to buckle. I was trying to fight it but it was a loosing battle and he knew it. I leaned back and just let it happen. His hand would speed up and slow down. Just when I'm ready to cum he would slow down or lighten his touch. I whimpered every time to let him know not to stop. "Tell me what you want, I will do anything to give you pleasure." he said. He moved his hand down and tried to insert two finger and I cried out. "Does that hurt?" he asked. I shook my head yes. He tried just one finger. "Damn your tight" he said. He moved his hand back up and started to rub circles around my clit. "Let me hear you don't hold back" he said. With his other hand he moved my leg over his and I did the same with the other. "That's my girl, just enjoy it." he whispered. He shoved down my jeans around my hips. I just leaned against him thrashing my head back and forth, my moaning grew loader. I louder I was the faster his fingers moved. I was almost there I tried pushing his hand lower, for him to finger me but he didn't under stand. "What do you want?" he asked. I just keeping pushing his hand lower. He put a finger in me and started to slide it in and out. "Is this it?" "No" I said. "Show me." He moved his hand and I took over. I heard him chuckle and slapped my hand away. "No I'll do it. This is for me to do. You just enjoy the ride." He put his hand exactly the way I had mine. The heal of his hand on my clit and his finger just inside my pussy, not all the way in, making circular movements. I told him harder and he did. I was gone at this point not caring I just wanted to cum. I just keep telling him hard and faster. I felt the tension built and the tingling started. All of a sudden I was yelling,"Don't stop. I'm there. Please God don't stop!" The louder I got the faster his hand went. My body started shaking and I was grinding against his hand. I put my hands over my head to push harder using his shoulders. "Fuck, I'm Cumming" I yelled. I grabbed his hand and pushed his finger all the way in me, my body grew tense. My world exploded. I just laid there spent and trying to catch my breath. He was lightly rubbing my arms waiting for me to calm down and ride out the wave as my orgasm subsided. I moved to lay down and he moved with me. He pulled me close to him and I put my head on his chest running my fingers through his hair. We laid there talking and occasionally I felt him kiss the top of my head. In no time at all I was sound asleep. I awoke some time later and he told me to grab a shower. "We are going out to dinner" he said. His Touch Ch. 03 He was already showered, shaved, and dressed. "Where are we going, I didn't bring anything nice to where." He pointed to some clothes laid out on the next bed. There was a dress, shoes and stockings laid out for me. They looked familiar, "where did you get these" I asked. "From your closet" he simply said. I started to ask him why but he cut me off saying "Now is not the time for questions, we are going out to dinner and we can talk later." He sat on the bed while I showered. As I was doing my hair and make-up he took my dog out for a walk. He was gone for about 30 minutes, and walked in while I was getting dressed. I stood there in my stocking, bra, and panties. He stood there and stared at me. "I'm sorry", he said as he turned around and faced the door. He bent down to let my dog of the leash. I couldn't help to notice how nice and tight his ass was. For an older guy, he was in good shape. His height was mostly from his legs, long and lean. "I'm done", I said and he turned around with the look of lust in his eyes. That look made me tremble so I went to the full length mirror. I was horrified at what I saw. The dress cut too low. You could see some of my scars. When I turned back around he just stood there watching me. "Your beautiful" he said. "How can you say that, look at me. I look like a freak of nature. I know what I am and beautiful I'm not." I said and turned to go back to get undress but he stopped me. He sat me on the bed and told me to wait a minute. He went to the closet and pulled something out. "Stand up" he said. I did and walked to him. "Close your eyes" he said and I did. I felt him turn me around and wrapped something around my shoulders. "Now open your eyes, I want you to see what I see." I didn't want to disappoint him and so I just stood there. I so much wanted to look pretty and not look like a monster anymore. He wrapped his arms around my waist and whispered, " Don't be afraid, I'm right here and if you don't like what you see then we stay in and order." I didn't realize I was leaning against him until I opened my eyes. I couldn't believe what I saw. He put a silk wrap around my shoulders that hid my scars but didn't overwhelm the dress. "Beautiful" I said looking at him. He had that I told you so look on his face. That gave him his answer. He kissed me on my cheek and said lets go. He helped me in the car and got in. On the way there was little talk but he held me hand until we got to the restaurant. I didn't mind. There was strength and compassion in his hands. There was something else there but I just couldn't tell what it was. When he looked at me there was kindness in his eyes. He had warm, soft brown eyes. They looked sad for some reason. I wanted to ask him what was wrong but it was too late we were there. He let go of my hand and we got out. As we walked in he took my hand again and didn't let it go until we were seated. We order our drinks and food then sat in silence. When our food came he surprised me by taking my fork away and started to cut up my chicken. I just looked at him. He was smiling and raised the fork up and told me to open up. I started laughing, I couldn't believe he was trying to feed me. So I let him. He fed me my whole meal. We started talking when I asked him why he was feeding me. "Some one had to break the ice" he said. With that we started talking about everything. Work, people in our lives, hobbies, you know the usual stuff. We sat there talking and ordered some coffee. I tensed up when I felt his hand on my leg. If he noticed he didn't show it. He just kept talking about work and so on. I was able to relax and join the conversation. Then I noticed his hand was rubbing my leg, I put my hand on his as if to tell him to stop. But he pushed it away. He just looked at me. Daring me I think. I just sat there not wanting to make a scene. His hand started to go up higher rubbing my inner thigh. I don't know how long we sat there. I was just enjoying the tingling and the warmth of his hand until the waiter came with the bill. I startled a little when I realized how turned on I was. I looked at him and he smiled, he knew it too. He paid the bill and we left. On the way back to the hotel he held my hand and didn't let go until we parked. When we went in my dog greeted us at the door. I leaned over to give him some love I felt a hand rubbing my ass. I stood up and walked away. He laughed. I started to get undressed and heard my dog prancing around. I went to let him out but he beat me to it. I put on my PJs and crawled into bed for some reading, my favorite book. He came back in and asked me what I was reading. "Highland romance" I said. "Tell me about it" he said. " Ok, blood, battles, war, love, lust, trust, and sex. Lots and lots of sex. The hot passionate kind you only read about." I told him. "So your not going to tell me about the story, how about reading it to me?" He asked. I really hate reading out loud and this was my private world and didn't want any one else in it but if it would make him leave me alone I'll do it. I caught him up to where I was in the book and started to read. I don't know how long I read but he seemed to enjoy it. I closed my book and said that was enough for right now. I needed a smoke and a drink. He didn't like the smoking inside the room so I went out side and not to my surprise he came, with a drink in his hand. I reached for the drink but he pulled it back and asked for a kiss first. I told him to drop dead, I can get my own drink. He laughed and handed me the drink. When we went back in we took turns in the bathroom and got ready for bed. I wasn't tired yet so I pulled my book out and began to read. Trying to read and have somebody staring at you doesn't work so I put the book away and turned off the light. Sleep didn't come easy for me but I finally fell into a deep sleep. Some time later I was awaken by someone shaking me. I was crying so hard I couldn't talk but I held onto him for dear life. He crawled into bed with me and just held me till I had calmed down. He kept telling me it was all just a bad dream. Keeping his voice low and even. I just listened to his heart beat and fell back asleep. I awoke the next morning feeling moody and cranky like I always did when I had a nightmare. I got up, washed my face, brushed my teeth, got dressed, grabbed my dog, and my wallet headed for the door. He woke up and asked me where I was going, I told him for coffee and to take the dog for a walk. He got up to join me but I told him no. I couldn't go anywhere because he had my car keys. I walked out the door and never looked back. I had to get away. He felt too good to be true. I know he was hoping I could trust him. I do but I don't trust myself. The last man I trusted left me for dead. I couldn't do that again. I didn't know where I was going I just keep walking and thinking. Why didn't he understand that I just want to be left alone? I don't want anybody in my life. I liked my private world the way it was. I knew I was lying to myself but that was the only way for me to be safe. I knew I was lonely and slept in an empty bed with only a pillow to snuggle with. As I walked along I realized two things. My dog was tired and I was being followed. I stopped for coffee and water, sat down to think. I didn't know what I wanted to do. My heart told me to turn back but my head told me to keep walking. I tried to reason with myself but came to one conclusion, I had to go back. Running was not an option. Rested and a cup of coffee down me I started back. To my surprise I walked in circles and was back at the hotel in ten minutes. He was waiting for me outside. "We have to talk" he said. "I agree" I said. We went in and I sat on the bed and he pulled a chair up next to me. I looked at the clock and was amazed that I was gone for two hours. He looked at me with tears in his eyes. He looked like he was trying to say something but didn't know how to start. "I'm sorry I didn't get there on time. I had some paperwork to do at the last minute" he looked up at me with tears rolling down his cheeks. " I didn't notice when he left but I got here as soon as possible. When I got there I saw his car and ran in. I didn't know what to do so I let your dog in. Thinking he would be a distraction, so I could get to you. I called 911 when I saw all the blood. I didn't know if you were alive or dead. The police came so I took off. I knew you were in good hand. I was at the hospital every day waiting for you to wake up. Nobody would tell me anything. I wasn't family. One nurse took pity on me and told me you were stabbed seventeen times and all cut up. You were in a coma. I had no way to get to you. The nurse started to let me in at night to sit with you. All I remember seeing for the first time is nothing but wires and tubes. I couldn't even hold your hand. I came back night after night. After a couple of weeks the doctors and nurses let me come and go as I pleased. They let me give you sponge baths and exercise your legs and arms just as long as I didn't open your wounds. Yes, I have seen them. The doctors told me everything about you and I told them everything I could about you. I told them I was a long time family friend and that you didn't have any family to call. I know you can't have children and about the surgery. I know you've always want kids. As many as God would grant you. That's what you always told me. But they had to give you a Hysterectomy to stop the bleeding. I cried and prayed that you would be ok. The day you woke up I was there reading to you. The same book you were reading yesterday. You woke up in a panic. Screaming and clawing at everything. Not wanting to hurt you or you hurting yourself I held you down. Trying to calm you. You bit me on the arm, I still have the scar. The nurse came in and gave you a shot to calm you down. I was kicked out of the room while the doctor looked you over. I didn't know what to do at that time. I waited for the doctor to come out and he told me you were fine. In a couple of days you were going to be transferred to a normal room if everything went ok. I thanked him and left. You were moved to another room and I afraid to come see you. I didn't know how you would handle me being there so I came early in the morning while you slept. The doctor and nurses kept me up to date on your condition. I knew you would be getting out soon. I just couldn't stay away. I had to make sure you were going to be ok. I cleaned the house, took care of your dog, did your laundry, and filled the fridge with good food to make you strong and healthy. I remember when you came home you just shut yourself away and stayed there. I came over as much as possible. I even mowed your lawn a couple of times. You never came out. Your neighbors said you lost your will to live. Now I couldn't have that, not my normal feisty woman. I got together with your friends and made them start calling and going over to see you. I told them not to take no for an answer. To try to get you out of the house. And it worked. I knew you were getting better when I drove by and saw you out sitting on your porch talking with your friends. All I had to do was give you more time. And I was right. After four months you finally came back to work. I was beside myself. I tried not to show it and I know I failed. I was so happy to see you walk in and all I wanted to do was give you a big huge, but the boss man beat me to it. Some people wanted to ask you questions but came to me first and I answered as many as possible. I know it wasn't right for me to do that but I was just trying to protect you. I stayed close to you as I possibly could without you noticing to much. I admired your courage and strength that first week back. With everyone staring and pointing at you but you just did your job and tried to act as nothing had happened. Don't get me wrong I saw the tears before you wiped them away. The way you lifted your chin a little higher every time someone came by to say hi. I didn't miss the distant look in your eyes when no one else would look into them. I kept telling myself to give you time to adjust. After a couple of months I was beginning to loose hope until I noticed you would watch me. You watched every move I'd make. You were never too far away from me. If you didn't see me near by, you would look for me until we made eye contact. When you found me you would relax. Some how I became your life line at work. Somehow I gave myself away or you knew something and didn't share it with me. I don't know if it was that I started talking to you more or maybe my touching your hand and arm when talking to you did it. All I know is that somehow you crept into my heart and decided to stay there. I know one thing for sure, you will never be hurt or scared again. I promise I will always be there when you need somebody. It doesn't matter what time or day it is. If you need somebody to talk to or someone to just hold you to make the monsters go away, I want to be that person in your life forever.