9 comments/ 18479 views/ 7 favorites Double Shot By: ZeroGravitas My First Erotic Story - Everything that could go wrong for Erica that day, had gone wrong. Getting in to her car that morning to go make a presentation to a new client she spilled tea across the passenger seat of her car. Running late, all she had time to do was throw her work out towel over the seat. The presentation had gone badly, the director of the non-profit seemed to know exactly where the weaknesses in her pitch were, and honed in on each and every one of them. To top it off, she got back to her car to find a parking ticket. She fought tears on the entire drive back from downtown. She had needed that new account, the weight of the medical bills from her deceased husbands long illness still hung over her, and her teenage daughter Julia was already thinking about college. What she needed was a quiet cup of tea before she got home to cook dinner. She stopped at her favorite coffee shop, Jitterbug, in the late after noon, many hours past her normal mid morning stopping time. "Charlie I need something to calm me down." she told the friendly barista. "I've got just the thing, my famous Take Five chamomile blend." he responded bringing down a tin from the shelf next to the espresso machine. He made up a large mug, filled it with hot water and handed it to her. "Just breathe in the scent for a few moments, then sip it slowly, and soon you'll be floating on a tropical lagoon. Better than Prozac and no prescription needed." She took the mug over to the counter by the wall, took off her jacket, and sat on one of the high stools. The tea did smell lovely, chamomile mixed with licorice and maybe spearmint. Whether it was the smell of the tea, or the quiet calm of the shop, she felt better. Looking around while she waited for the tea to cool she saw that there was only one other customer, a man seated with his back to her sketching a picture on a large pad, a log with a slight shimmer as if submerged in water. How nice, she thought, to be able to just sit in a coffee shop, drawing pictures without a care in the world. "That's beautiful." She offered. When he turned towards her, looking up in response to her compliment, she was stunned by the power of his strong Mediterranean face, Roman nose, generous smiling mouth, the whole package surrounded by black curly hair shot with gray. His dark eyes drew her in, causing feelings long dampened to arise, a wave of desire washing over her body. The suddenness and intensity of this attraction scared her, which only increased the longing. Feeling like she would drown in the heat of his gaze, she looked down and found herself equally caught by his strong dexterous hands. Happily she noted the lack of a wedding ring. His forearms were thick and powerful, the left one had a scar running diagonally across it. This was not like her at all, she had not really thought about a man in this way since the beginning of her husband's illness some four years ago. Caring for him up to his death, after helping him endure two painful years of the cancer, becoming a single mom, having to find a way to support herself and Julia, she had submerged her needs to the needs of her family, and then, suddenly, this. "It's an exploratory drawing for a sculpture that I might do. It may be a fountain, I'm trying to see what it will look like under water." He told her. "Ah, I get it." She stammered, bringing her gaze to his mouth and finding it, if anything more distracting than his hands. His lips were full and very kissable. Her mind drifted into ideas of where he might use those lips. I've got to get control of myself she thought. Thank goodness her cell phone rescued her by choosing that moment to sing Julia's favorite Mary J. Blige song. "Don't need no hateration, holleratin' In this dancery. Let's get it percolatin', while you're waiting." "Sorry", Erica told him, "My daughter put that ring tone on my phone and I can't figure out how to change it." Silently thanking Julia for the chance to regain her composure, she turned away to answer the call, "What's up sweetie?" "Can I stay over at Sophie's tonight?" Julia asked. "We're working on a big project for bio that we've got to finish by Wednesday. Are you okay with being alone tonight?" *** Vaughn had noticed her when she first walked in, admiring the way her skirt hugged her nice full ass as she ordered at the counter, loving the bold way that she wore her long silver hair in a thick braid down her back tied off with an orange scarf. The artist in him admired her use of color, the orange of the scarf was picked up by the orange in the batik pattern of her silk jacket. He wished that he had the chutzpah to strike up a conversation with her. With her voluptuous figure, long hair, and creative clothing she was near to his ideal woman, but coming to his senses, he turned back to his drawing. He was not going to get trapped by his libido again. After Tracy it was going to take more than a nice ass to get him to trust a woman. Even two years after the fact, the anger was still there. His lover had left him for a woman. At an intellectual level he knew it shouldn't make it worse than if it had been a man, but it did. Any time he thought about starting up something there was always that undercurrent of distrust. Would this one lie to him too? The drawing was going well, the tree trunks slightly out of focus under a few inches of water. The sculpture would work as a fountain. As he drew, his mind started to work on the mechanics, figuring out where the pump would go, how the water would flow. It was one of the skills that had contributed to his success, his ability to be artistically creative, yet also understand the mechanical side of sculpture. He was deep into this process when she interrupted the flow, complementing the drawing with an alluringly throaty voice. He had to hesitate a moment before he turned towards her, struggling to appear civil. It isn't her fault, she isn't Tracy he told himself, as he forced a smile. As soon as the words "exploratory drawing" came out of his mouth he knew he had blown it. He sounded like some pompous art critic. She had beautiful hazel eyes. He stayed focused on them, even though he wanted to scope out the rest of her figure, wanting to know if the front view matched the back. She had an inviting face, smooth skin with just the right amount of color, a pert nose with a slight crookedness as if it might have been broken once, a friendly smile, straight white teeth. She dropped her eyes and he braved a chance to check her out, and the hook was set. Her large breasts were perfectly in proportion to her body, the body exactly the right size, not the anorexic model body that most of the women he met seemed to be striving for these days. He was glad to see that her left hand didn't have a ring. He tried to fight it, but she drew him in. Did she realize the power she had over him at that moment? Okay he'd pursue her, but only for that wonderful body, he was not going to let her capture his heart. He wouldn't make that mistake again. Her gaze returned to his face, although avoiding his eyes. She said something in response to his idiotic description of the drawing. He didn't catch exactly what it was, his mind was so intoxicated with the possibilities of her body. Thank God her phone went off at that moment, giving him a chance to compose himself. *** "That would be fine honey." She told Julia. "I'll see you tomorrow." Her mind raced like a adolescents, knowing that she didn't have to hurry home to cook dinner. She tried to have dinner with Julia, whenever possible, but with a busy teenager she had more and more nights alone. Normally she would just read a book or catch up on "The Closer" or one of the other TV shows she followed. Occasionally she went out to dinner with friends. Sometimes they tried to match her up with a guy, but she always put the kibosh on that, until now the thought of spending time with a man hadn't interested her. Pulling her self together she decided to go for it and introduce her self to this delicious creature. She extended her hand. "Hi, I'm Erica. Are you just a sculptor or do you sell your drawings too. I really like that one you're working on." "I'm Vaughn. I mostly do sculpture, but do sell some drawings," he responded gripping her hand firmly. His touch, even though it was just holding her hand, was electric, causing a warmth in her pussy, a sensation almost unfamiliar, it'd been so long since she'd felt it. His voice matched his appearance, deep, with a magnetic element, that was almost as powerful as his eyes and his touch. She was starting to feel like a boat caught in a vortex, being pulled in deeper and deeper with every minute. "Do you work here in the coffee shop often?" She said wanting to keep the conversation flowing. "The espresso here is great, a double shot gets me going early every morning. Since I work so much by myself I come here later in the day to be around people a few times a week. My studio is in the neighborhood. Charlie, the owner, is an old friend of mine, I helped him with the remodel and help with maintenance. I guess this is sort of my office. I use the wi-fi to check my email, I haven't gotten internet at my studio yet. Several of us do the same thing, so I sort of have a work group, although none of the others are artists. I haven't seen you here before." "I stop in occasionally to pick up a cup of chai to go, usually mid-morning, on my way in to town, running errands. I live out in Aloha with my daughter." She was feeling a bit more in control. The conversation was flowing nicely, and he seemed interested in her. "Do you have any sculptures that you are working on right now?" "Three works in progress. One is a commission for a park back in Connecticut, it's a fountain with shad swimming up through rapids. Then I have a spec piece of a woman discus thrower. It's a bit of stretch for me, I haven't done a lot of human figures, but I was looking for a change, I was getting tired of trees and animals. And I also have an abstract piece I've been playing with for years now." "That sounds interesting. I'd love to see them sometime." She could hardly believe herself being this aggressive. She wasn't sure if he would be put off by it, but what did she have to lose? He seemed to hesitate a moment before responding. "Why not now. It's a nice day for a walk. Things are a bit of a mess in the studio, but if you promise not to criticize my housekeeping I'd be happy to give you a tour." "I don't know, we've just met." She said, struggling to keep her voice steady. She hadn't expected an invitation so quickly. What was she getting herself into here? She didn't know this man from Adam, yet something told her that she could trust him. "I promise to behave," he said with a laugh and a wink. "It is beautiful out. It isn't far?" "No, just a few blocks." *** "I'm going to say good-bye to Charlie." he told Erica as they got up to leave. He had just reached the counter when the sound of the door opening violently and slamming against the wall caused him to turn around. A large man came bursting in wielding a knife. He grabbed Erica and held it to her throat. From the way he held the knife Vaughn could see that he'd had no training in using it as a weapon, but he was big and muscular, and with a hostage, he had the upper hand. Looking outside another large man stood keeping watch. This didn't look good. Charlie was a gentle man, an outstanding barista, but not someone who would know how to deal with thugs like this. It was all on Vaughn's shoulders. "Stay where you are and no one gets hurt!" the criminal shouted. "I want all the money in the till and I want all your wallets." Erica looked frozen, things had happened to suddenly for fear to set in. The man moved her forward towards the counter. Vaughn forced his body to relax and assume a non-threatening submissive posture. "It's okay man, we'll do what ever you want." he said quietly, faking a scared tremor in his voice. In his experience big guys like this, unless they'd done a lot of fighting tended to discount smaller people as a threat. Vaughn kept his eyes downcast, not looking at the criminal directly but still keeping a close eye on the thug and Erica. Vaughn could see him relax somewhat as he started to feel in control of the situation. "We don't want anyone to get hurt here. I'll give you whatever is in the till." He heard Charlie say from behind him. As the thug approached him, Vaughn saw the moment and seized it. Moving in quickly he grabbed the knife hand and twisted the weapon out and to the side under some tables where it would be hard to recover. He stepped between the man and Erica and brought his head back forcefully into the bad guy's face, feeling the satisfying crunch of a nose breaking. This caused the tight grip on Erica to loosen so he could push back away from her. He stepped behind, but kept a grip on the hand, using leverage he slammed the man face first into the floor, knocking him unconscious. "Charlie, he's out cold for now, get some of those zip ties we were using on the wiring the other day to bind his arms behind him, and to tie up his feet together. I'll take care of the other guy." Looking outside Vaughn could see that the lookout, too focused on threats from outside, had not noticed yet that his partner was down. Before the other criminal had time to notice, he stepped outside to confront him. The lookout was about the same size as the man that Vaughn had just taken down, but didn't appear to be armed or at least didn't have anything in hand. As the door opened the spotter turned around with a look of surprise on his face. "What the hell?" he said rounding on Vaughn. Vaughn moved quickly away from the doorway so he couldn't be trapped against it. The outside man was not trained either. As he advanced Vaughn was able to get in a perfectly timed groin kick which dropped the big criminal to the ground with a thump like a sack of concrete. Vaughn darted back inside where Charlie was still working on binding the other man with zip ties. "I'll need four of those." Taking them he want back out and trussed the man's arms behind his back and then bound his legs together. He wasn't going anyplace. As he came back inside Erica told him from across the room, "I've called police, I've got 911 on the line and they said that the cops should be here in a couple of minutes. I called as soon as the first guy went down." "Good job!" He was impressed at her presence of mind. Most people would have locked up when presented with the quick violence of what had happened. He would have preferred having the two criminals right next to each other, but trussed as they were there was little chance of either of them causing much trouble. The one inside the shop was still out cold, blood streaming from his nose. "You two keep an eye on him and come and get me if he starts struggling, I'll stay outside with his sidekick." He said as he went back out. The lookout was just getting his breath and starting to struggle against his bonds. Vaughn put his foot on the back of his neck and pushed down. "The cops will be here in a few minutes. You aren't going anyplace, don't even try." The thug stopped struggling and glared at him. A cop showed up quickly as promised. "I'm Officer Randall, more cars will be here in a minute or two. What happened? " Vaughn gave him a quick run down. Officer Randall inspected the man on the ground, went inside to look at the one there, then came back out. "We've been after these guys for months, the Barista Bandits. They've been hitting up independent coffee shops all across the metro area. How did you take them down? They're pretty hefty compared to you." "I've had some training from the military." Vaughn replied. More cop cars showed up, and took the criminals away. Officer Randall took identification information and statements from all three of them. Vaughn was again impressed with how matter of fact Erica was about the whole situation. Giving a detailed commentary without any dramatics. He had a small cut on the back of his head probably from the first thugs teeth. He had Erica swab it with major amounts of alcohol from Charlie's first aid kit. Bite wounds had a nasty way of getting infected if you weren't careful. After the cops had left, and Charlie had thanked him, Vaughn and Erica were left standing in front of the coffee shop. "So are you still up for a visit to my studio?" Erica paused for a minute, then started laughing, after a moment her laughter turned to tears. Vaughn put his arms around her and she leaned in to his shoulders. After a minute she regained her composure, pulled a kleenex out of her purse and blew her nose. "I'm sorry, this isn't like me at all, its just that armed robbery seems like the perfect finale to my day." "No need to apologize, I've seen trained soldiers do worse than you did in a situation like that." He told her. "You didn't freak out or scream. You handled it perfectly, called the cops as soon as you could. It's okay to lose it a bit now that it's over." "Calling the cops just made sense." "Not everyone would thinks so fast. I'm impressed." "Thanks, I guess." "Lets go." He said walking her in the direction of his studio. *** Erica was amazed at how calm Vaughn was as they walked. He'd just rescued her from two much bigger men, it wasn't even much of a fight, he took them down like bowling pins, then moments later he was walking calmly with her as if nothing had happened. "Your not just an artist are you?" She asked. "No, I was in the military for five years, and since I got out I continue to do contract work for a small government agency. I've dealt with much tougher customers than those two low lives." That gave Erica something to think about as they walked. She didn't have anyone in her circle of friends who had been in the military. She wanted to ask him some more about this part of his life, but his tone of voice indicated that he didn't want to discuss it further. So instead she asked him about his art. He filled her in about the process of creating bronze castings as they strolled. "My studio is down here." He said opening a gate to a tree shaded driveway. "The trees sold me on the property the moment I saw them." The temperature dropped several degrees as they walked under the trees. The sounds of traffic and the city faded away, bird calls increased, she also heard frogs croaking. They came around a bend in the drive to find a lush green lawn with a pond at the end, and next to the pond a large red barn. "Is the whole barn your studio?" she asked. "All of the main floor. I live upstairs in the loft where they used to store hay." "You've always lived here by yourself?" "Not the whole time. Someone lived with me for several years, but she left about two years ago. I've been alone since then." Vaughn's voice had a touch of sadness, and also anger as he said this. She hadn't realized how much she missed being with a man, just walking and talking. They stood for a bit next to the pond, admiring the beauty, listening to the chorus of frogs. She felt so comfortable, so protected and sheltered by this man that she shocked herself by reaching over for his hand. His grip was firm and warm."It's so peaceful back here. Hard to believe a busy road is only a few blocks away." Vaughn turned to her, looking into her eyes. His lips started to move as if he were going to say something in response, but instead he reached up, stroked her cheeks, then pulled her lips to his. The kiss was tender yet with an underlying strength and urgency. He tasted sweet with a hint of coffee. His tongue moved tentatively, then more forcefully into her mouth. His powerful arms pulled her tightly to him. The hard insistence of his cock pressing against her belly caused a similar arousal in her clit. God it had been so long since she had felt that masculine need. Knowing that someone wanted her so much caused a wave of ardor to course through her body. Double Shot, Extra Hot! Have you seen something that you wanted so bad there was no way you could wait? That one thing you see and you can't take your eyes off of, your hands itching to move over every inch of it to know just how it feels? So one day I had this craving, unusual as it was, for a special coffee. The kind only one coffee shop could make. I traveled to the nearest one, of course it was only a block away as there is this particular chain at every corner here. I park the car and head into the coffee shop, quick steps through the parking lot to the front door. The sun is just going down, but it's still bright and I'm squinting. I see my reflection in the window of the door, and smile at myself with the pinks and purples behind me. Then without warning I jump back as the door suddenly opens. My eyes spring wide with shock, as I look up to see this broad shouldered man standing in the door, his ass holding the door as he smiles at my shocked expression. "Excuse me," I mumbled as I slouched and walked in trying not to rub against him. My eyes look down at the floor as I hear him chuckle softly with confidence, "You are excused!" I am curious why the man sounds so confident, I have no control at this point and I turn my face up to meet his. He still has a smile tugging at his lips. His eyes are a wonderful shade of blue, as calming as the seas yet cocky as the pirate who sails them. At this point I can't look away, my eyes searching his for something. Then, I see it! His eyes are staring through me, seeing something deep within me, like his eyes have gone straight to my soul. His presence almost demands my attention.... I continue a little further into the door, glancing back as I walk to the counter to order my coffee. He is watching me, licking his lips even as if I were the dessert to his coffee. My face shows the apparent blush on my cheeks, I look back to the counter as I go on with order. "I need an iced coffee with some strawberry flavoring please, no whip cream and an extra shot of espresso." I state to the barista at the till. "Anything else for you?" She responds with a smile, looking past me. I turn to see what she's looking at, there Mr. Confidence stands holding money in the barista's direction. I pretend not to notice and take out my wallet. His voice is stern, low so that only I could hear. "Please don't insult me." "I appreciate the gesture, Sir." I return with the same hushed tone. "Good then put away your money and take the gesture." He states clearly as he hands the money over. The barista looks a little confused but rings it up and then motions to where my coffee will come up. I moved in that direction when I felt his hand wrap around my arm gently pulling me toward him. I allowed his hand to guide me and found my breasts touching his broad chest. Not wanting to give away my attraction or reaction to him, I gaze at the floor as his words reach my ears. "Please pick a table and sit, I will join you once I get your coffee." Asking gently as he releases my arm slowly. The only response I can come up with stumbles from my lips, "As you wish." I find a table in the corner, a little embarrassed that I just listened to a complete stranger. I want to defiantly stand with my hands on my hips. I conform instead and sit, unsure what his reaction would be to my insolence. I shift my position a few times, not able to find a place I feel comfortable. Still wiggling in place, then standing to sit another way. I realize he is beside me just watching with interest in his eyes. His eyebrow is slightly raised, a grin at his lips. "Having some trouble getting comfortable?" He asks with a laugh in his deep voice. All I can do is nod, eyes to the table. He places my drink in front of me and slides in beside me. I gasp as his hip brushes against mine; as still as anything now, I am afraid to move. If I touch or brush against him, the shirt I am wearing will not hide my erect nipples. I cross my arms over my chest and tilt my head up then turn it to meet his eyes still observing me move. He has a gentle smile at the corner of his mouth, as though he is trying to hide his amusement. "Thank you for my drink," I say in a low tone still not meeting his eyes with mine. "You are welcome, baby." His voice draws out slowly as I feel his eyes roam over my body. I feel a little uncomfortable, but not the creepy kind as if I need to impress him yet falling short. It's as though I want to be all over him but I realize I don't know him at all. My mind says one and my body reacts completely differently. Then he turns slightly so that his body is facing mine, and his arm lunges toward me. I recoil, then look at him as he looks at me and I melt from my toes all the way to my head. All of me turns to mush, no thoughts can be had. "I am Max, and I am just passing through town." He states matter of fact. Finally looking up to meet his eyes, "I am Sera, it's nice to meet you, Max." I knew my voice sounded unsure. I wasn't sure! The whole encounter seemed a bit surreal to me. Meeting a man that could hold this much power with just his aura stronger then I had known. I felt like he was suppose to have control over me, meant to hold the reigns to my harness. He slid in next to me, our thighs rubbing as he got comfortable. He looked at me with a grin, I tried to scoot further from him but his arm went around me and held me to his side. I was trapped yet my body didn't seem to mind. "Tell me Sera, do you have plans for the next couple of hours?" Max inquisitively looks at me as he speaks. "I believe I would be all yours, or er um.... " Turning red as soon as I say it. "That was the best thing I have heard in a long time," He says as his eyes marvel over my body, his tongue tracing his lips carefully. Still completely flushed from head to toe, feel suddenly warmer... hoping it to be because of the drink but knowing full well it was really the man sitting beside me. I am so stunned, unable to even mutter a thank you for the compliment. He is giving me goosebumps as he looks me over, obvious in his desire for me. I close my eyes to take it all in, inhaling a long hard breath then exhaling it as my nerves work out with my breath. Feeling pins and needles, I am sensitive to touch. My nipples are rock hard, and both of my inner thighs are a little moist. I squish my legs together, hoping to hide the wetness seeping out of me. My eyes search his for a hint that he noticed me trying to hide my excitement. I take my coffee and put it to my lips to suck on it. I make the slurping sound more exaggerated; I want him to be more aroused, to feel the temptation for me that I feel for him. "I am turned on by you!" He states softly. Swallowing hard I respond, "How did you know my thoughts were of your arousal?" "Simply because you wish to please me, impress me even." Max knowingly grins down at me. Unsure of what to say now, I nod my head subtly and then take another slurp, swirling my tongue around the straw as my eyes find his. Suddenly his arm is around my back, pulling me closer to him. He places me so I am at his side and pressed tight up against him. Wondering what caused his possessiveness I search around the coffee shop. Then I see there is a man, relatively tall and handsome looking at me. His eyes seem to be eating up my body. I look back to Max as his expression changes from the grin for me to a frown for the unwanted attention. To be polite I give the handsome man across the room a faint smile then look back to Max quickly to show that I am with someone and his attentions are indeed unwanted. Then I stare at Max. "I need to take you out of here, get you to myself." He growls while frowning at the man. I feel timid and startled. I want to just run out the door and obey his every demand. Maintaining my composure I look away from him and use my thoughts to see what I can come up with. In my mind alone with him I see so many things, but to take Max back to my house after just meeting seems a little silly. Dangerous these days too! "Maybe it's time to go? You could walk me to my car?" I suggest with hesitation in my voice. I see his eyes change again, a glint of excitement as he gets an idea. When he says, "I have a better idea! You can walk me to my car." "Okay please lead the way." I say motioning to the door. He stands and offers his hand to help me up from the bench. I take it and slide out, watching as the muscles in his forearm tighten as he helps me. My imagination gets the better of me then and I can't help but look over him again. My eyes roaming from his forearm to his bicep, then follow a line to his chest and down to his crotch. I stop to admire the bulge I see while my tongue moves slowly over my lips as I imagine my mouth taking him. Shaking my head gently I avert my gaze up to his eyes, and see his almost mischievous grin on his face as he is watching me take him in. I feel the flush build in my toes, then feel it move up my body piece by piece, until my face is so warm it must be bright red. I put my head down and he pulls me to him. He gently releases my hand and puts his hand on my lower back to guide me to the door. I watch the floor pass my feet as we walk, and he opens the door to guide me through it. I pause to give him time to step out of the door himself. He leads me around the back to the parking lot. The sun has set, leaving it dark and almost deserted. A few cars are scattered about that I guess are employees of shops closing up. He leads me to a black sedan, turns me with one hand as the other hand drops from the small of my back. My back against the car and him in front of me, my hand clasped in his, one of his hands moves up and braces against the car as his other drops my hand to rest on my hip. I can feel my heart racing. My mind is going crazy with all the reasons this isn't a good idea, but my body tells of it's arousal with my hard nipples and trickling juices down my inner thigh. I gulp hard while I look up at him. His eyes are watching me swallow hard as he smiles and gently strokes my hip. He leans in closer; his mouth takes possession of mine, his tongue presses against my closed lips and I give in. I separate my lips and allow his probing tongue inside. His hand moves from my hip to my breast in such a smooth motion that I don't notice it until my breast is firmly held and squeezed in his hand. I moan softly into his mouth and gasp as he squeezes harder. Max is kissing me fiercely and hard. Intense strokes as his tongue plays on mine, and his hand roughly massages my tit. His leg is now between my thighs, I can feel him pressing it up and into me. He grinds it into my heated pussy, the crease of my jeans hitting the sensitive nub just right. I pump my hips into his leg and ride the sensations until he halts the assault on me and takes a step back. Stunned I look at him panting and bewildered. He laughs and effortlessly picks me up to move me to the side. He opens the back door to the large black 4-door sedan and gently shoves me in. I scoot all the way to the other door, pondering for a minute if I should hop out the other side. Just as quick, he is pulling me close to him. One of his hands is behind my neck and the other at the small of my back, my hands defensively go to his chest, palms flat, and I feel his tight pecs. I try to push away a little but he only pulls me in tighter. Seeing that resistance of any sort is futile I stop thinking logically and just go with it. As he holds me in place his mouth returns to mine, kissing me with passion and want. I slide my ass down the seat a little so that my body is more horizontal, he adjusts and is over me. The hand behind me moves and is free. Realizing that he's smiling while our lips are firmly glued together, his hand continues to traipse across my body. He is not being gentle as he roams, his fingers tweak my nipples until I have to let out a weak cry in his mouth. He pulls away from the kiss and grins at me, moving again to reach down under the drivers seat of the car. I feel that I am past the point of no return as he brings up a pair of furry handcuffs. I squirm under him but he releases my head and grabs my shoulder, keeping me in place. He uses the hand with the cuffs to deftly raise the driver's headrest up, then clips them onto one of the metal bars. His expression tells me that he demands my full cooperation and he releases my shoulder. Both of his hands runs over the curves of my body. Taking the bottom of my shirt and tugging on it, up and over my head it goes. Flung to the floor on the other side I feel the clasps of my bra undo as it is taken off my arms and tossed in the same direction. His eyes watch my now free breasts. Each of his hands caress and tease them. I arch my back with pleasure, feeling the wetness in my pussy once again build to unbelievable levels. "I think that you like this," He says as he gently twists my nipple. I lurch forward as the pain hits then the pleasure again releases juices from my pussy. "Mmhmm I do!" I nod with a mutter. He twists a little harder and I cry out, my head falling back. He stops and moves to the button on my jeans, undoes it and slides them down over my hips and then off my ankles. Thankfully my sandals had slid off already. He tosses the jeans on the clothes pile and stares at me from his spot on the seat. I can't help but squirm under his scrutiny. He smiles warmly and runs his hands from my ankles up my legs, taking the time to grasp my inner thighs. He works his way up slowly, kneading the sensitive places just below the folds of my pussy. "I am pleased that you have wetness here." He points the juices on my thigh. "And here!" I hold my breath as he continues to point with his index finger to different wet spots on my thigh. He is slowly inching closer to my now sopping wet pussy. I want him so badly. His poking finger touches the outside of my pussy and I release the breath I was holding. His fingers start to tickle the folds or my engorged lips. Now his other hand moves in and my pussy lips are being parted with one hand as the other hand inserts a finger. Pressing into me he moves it around, curls it gently and tickles. Instead of laughing though I arch up from the pleasure and moan out loud. My hips move in sync with him as I fuck his finger. Panting and now begging with my eyes. "I want you," I stammer out through the gasps. He once again chuckles as he says "I know you do baby, I know. But not yet, I want to slowly torture you first." "But please just let me cum, I can cum again and again if you want me to." I barter as best I can through gasping pants. Max shakes his head and removes his finger, then moves up to my swollen clit and pinches it hard. I arch up fast, squirming as his fingers abuse my clit. My voice screams out both from the pain and the electrifying pleasure of it all. He pinches then releases several times. Each time I arch up and cry out his other hand presses my belly then pats it gently as though pleased with my reaction. He pushes himself up so that he isn't over me and lifts me up to a sitting position, smiling and encouraging me with his eyes to do as he says. I surrender completely to his guidance and move as he places me on my knees on the floor facing the drivers seat. He takes my wrists and moves them around the seat so I am hugging it, then takes the dangling cuffs and gently binds my hands with them. He presses me forward until my body is pressed against the back of the seat. The cold leather is a little shocking at first with my breasts completely squashed against it, but he turns my head towards him and kisses my lips gently. "Good girl!" He exclaims proudly. All I can do is whimper from my arousal and his hesitation, not knowing what he has planned next. He is now perched on his knees, atop of my clothes behind the passenger seat and smiling warmly at me. He removes his shirt and watches as my eyes move over the ripples of muscles on his chest and abs. A slight dusting of hair on his chest trails to his belly button. "Yummy," I whisper. He presses a finger to my lips and says, "Shhh just watch baby." I watch intently as his fingers undo his pants button and then the zipper. I moan as he pulls them down to his bent knees. His hard cock springs out and bounces a couple times. All I can do is moan and lick my lips. He wraps his hand around his shaft and strokes up to the tip a couple times. I am squirming on my knees, wanting to be touched, wanting to lick... I just want him so bad. Now whimpering at him as I squirm, he moves closer and adjusts himself to remove his pants. He places one foot on the middle console and crouches with the other leg so that his cock is against my cheek. I moisten my lips and he lowers my chin. My mouth opens and he plunges his cock deep inside my mouth. I close my mouth tightly around him and suck deliciously until I hear him growl. I move my eyes up to look at him, making sure that I am pleasing him. He starts to pump his cock into my mouth. He fucks my mouth gently, not using force but a constant rhythm. I suck and slurp then gag as he fucks my mouth. As he pulls back I think he will plunge even deeper into my mouth and I cry out as he does just that, stopping deep in my throat. His engorged head tickling the back of my throat as I gag over and over. "Yes baby, take my cock, your mouth feels so good!" He says as he pulls out and I slurp up the drips of saliva from his cock. His hand is exploring my body when he finds my ass and squeezes hard. Then brings his hand up and I feel it smack back down hard. I wiggle back and forth to work with the slight sting. He raises his hand again and I hear the thwap echo through the car. I moan loudly as the sound meets the sting I feel. His cock again plunges deep into my throat and stays deep as his hand smacks my ass a few more times. I concentrate on swallowing his cock as best I can, gagging as it stays speared down my throat. His hand once more squeezes my stinging ass and then releases. A few more times I feel his hand tighten then release. He moves his hand down and under my ass, his fingers probing as they go. He gets to my pussy and feels all the dripping juices. I moan my pleasure as his hand rubs over it. "You are so wet, I smell your arousal. You like sucking my cock, don't you?" He asks his hand still stroking over my pussy. I nod now flicking my tongue over his cock as it fucks my mouth. He takes two fingers and inserts them with force into my pussy. They are all the way into my pussy when he starts to finger fuck me. While his cock fucks my mouth and his fingers are fucking my pussy all I can think is that I have to cum. I need to cum. It feels so good, my body tenses as it reaches the edge and he pulls his cock from my mouth and moves around behind me as best he can in the confined space. I whimper as my mouth feels the absence of his cock. I feel his cock rasp along my ass and touch my pussy lip,. Rubbing back and forth against my slit. He pulls it out and then lunges his body forward and impales me with his big hard cock. I scream from the sudden pleasure coursing through me. Working my hips to help him fuck me. I ride the edge and plead with him to let me cum. "Please make me cum now, I need to cum on your cock. You feel so good." I whine. "Oh baby your voice so sweet and I love the way you beg. It makes me want to cum too. Yes cum for me but cum hard over my cock!" He demands with a grunt of pleasure. Every time he bucks into me my body has friction against the seat, the position that he is taking me from has my whole body in ecstasy. "Fuck me harder!" I beg him. He rams into me, shoving his cock so deep I can feel it rubbing at the edge of my womb. Each time he pounds into me is better then the last and then with one final push I am over the edge. Screaming out his name, body pulsing, I squeeze him tight and cum over his cock as I hear his deep guttural growl. He stays deep inside and I feel the warmth of his cum spurt inside me. He moves his arms around me and the seat to hold me for a minute. Resting his head on my shoulder, we both sigh. He eases his cock from my pussy and we both groan out complaints that it hurts so good. He undoes the cuffs with a key that comes out of nowhere, then pulls me back into his lap on the seat. Double Shot, Extra Hot! "Thank you Sera, you have pleased me greatly." Max kisses my forehead and pulls me closer. By Kymmie Quinnell Double Shot He pulled back from her and asked huskily, "Do you want to go inside?" "Yes," was all she could coherently get out. Vaughn opened the door to the barn and walked her into the studio. It was not at all what she had expected. A large, high ceilinged room with white walls. Sunlight streamed in from clerestory windows and skylights on one side of the room. The concrete floor was stained a pale red. Several sculptures in various stages of construction were scattered around the room. Tools were lined up neatly on the wall above a wooden work bench. Vaughn started to led her over to a doorway on one side of the room, but she held back. Her mind finally caught up with her body."I want you, badly, but I haven't been with a man since I lost my husband, let's not rush too quickly." She told him, her voice rough with desire. "You're right, it's just, well it's just that you're so goddamn desirable." He said pulling her to him again. As they kissed he gently stroked her neck. It felt so fine. Oh fuck it she said to herself. "To hell with taking things slow, you can show me your work later, right now show me your bedroom" The door opened to reveal a stairway. At the top of was a large studio apartment, across from the stairs, a bed covered with a blue striped sheet. He walked her over to it, undressing her as they went. A small voice in her mind again arose saying you're moving too fast. But she ignored it. This was so much what she needed at this moment. It felt exactly right. Her coat and then her shirt dropped to the floor. As he reached around to unfasten her bra his touch on her bare skin shot a further dynamic current of desire to her clit, reinforcing her decision to go forward. After a brief struggle she reached behind to help him release her breasts from their confinement. He stopped for moment and devoured them with his eyes. She closed her eyes as he slowly kissed her neck and shoulders, gradually working his way down to her nipples, reveling in the feel of his lips on her skin. The soft bites of his teeth and licks of his tongue shot jolts of desire directly to her pussy. His hands gently untied the scarf holding her hair, then worked their way up her back as his fingers unbound the braid so that her hair hung free. She relaxed into his powerful arms as he laid her down on the bed. Overcome by his commanding presence she felt him remove her shoes, shivering slightly as his hands slid her skirt, tights, and panties down her bare legs. Thankfully she was wearing nice lace bikini briefs today and not the granny bloomers she sometimes wore. He stopped and admired her naked body. "It's even more beautiful than I'd fantasized. I want it, all of it." She opened her eyes and her hunger for him increased as he took off his clothes. He had the broad shoulders and powerful chest of a man who made a living from physical labor. There were two scars across his left shoulder. His body narrowed to a well muscled stomach. When he removed his jeans she could see the outlines of the rigid staff straining against the black under shorts. She gulped involuntarily when he removed them, revealing a large perfectly formed phallus. She started to sit up so that she could touch this masterpiece, but his powerful arm held her back. "I play with you first, then your turn," he commanded. His power was complete at that point. She closed her eyes and opened to the experience. She felt him climb on to the bed, and kneel next to her, his capable hands brushing and gently exploring their way down her body, starting at her ears, down the neck, shoulders, to her breasts, slowly, alluringly down her stomach towards her pussy. Each touch increased the delicious wetness between her legs. She expected him to stop there, but instead he continued down caressing her thighs, and down her legs. Rolling her over, he started up from the bottom, gently kneading up her calves, thighs, her glutes. He spread her legs, and she had to stifle a moan, as his hands stroked her pussy, a couple of times teasingly testing the wetness inside with his fingers, but not too deeply. The tension was tormenting her as he moved away, up her back and then her shoulders, and finally gently massaging her ear lobes. Those strong hands turned her back over and he kissed her, pushing his tongue deeply into her mouth. She tried to reach for his dick, but he pushed her hand back. Taking himself down her body again, this time with his mouth and tongue, moving more slowly than the first time, the sensation when he got to her nipples even more powerful than before. Her entire body shook with yearning, she wanted his cock inside of her so badly, but it was not yet to be. Gently biting and sucking her nipples for several minutes, he then kissed his way down her stomach to her shivering pussy. She was in ecstasy as he licked and sucked her already soaking cleft. When he reached her clit the feeling was beyond anything she had ever felt before, circling it with his tongue, moving in and out, the waves of need flowing into her body like some benign spirit taking control. While his mouth worked her clitoris, she felt his hands working across the rest of her body, rubbing her nipples, the inside of her thighs, gently probing into, then out of her pussy, moving in and out in the same rhythm as his tongue. As he kept this up, the swells kept getting stronger and more powerful until she could no longer control herself. She came, shaking and crying, a woman possessed. He kept sucking and probing and she kept coming, riding the waves of pleasure higher and higher, to a transcendent place where nothing existed other than the wonderful feeling of his tongue and fingers in her body. At some point she came back to her self as he gradually slowed down, then stopped. After a few moments she opened her eyes to find him reclining next to her on the bed, looking into her eyes. "It's going to take me a moment to recover. I had no idea a man could make me feel so wonderful." "Take all the time you need. I'm loving the chance to enjoy your gorgeous body." He reached over and gently stroked her right breast. "I'm not going anywhere." She glanced down and saw that his manhood was still strongly at attention for her. *** Erica had a warmth and openness that Vaughn couldn't help but compare to Tracy's cool standoffishness. He had never had a woman give herself up so completely to his control. After Tracy, and the harshness of his military work, it felt good to have woman who could embrace him in her warmth. As he lay next to her on the bed watching her face as she slowly returned to her senses he almost felt as if he had come too, even though his cock was still standing firm. As they talked he reached over and stroked her breast, the nipples now relaxed. She looked down at his cock and smiled, "It's my turn now. You have to give your self to me as I gave myself to you. " He sat up. "That's not an simple thing for me. My ex tore my heart up into little pieces, and I don't give up control easily." She reached over, one hand pushing him back down on the bed, the other grasping his manhood. "I'm not your ex." She said with more authority than he expected. "I'm not your ex, and it has been four years since I've had a cock to play with, and never one this glorious. Let go and trust me." Her hands were gentle and sure, stroking his penis, fondling his balls then stroking his stomach and playing with his nipples. As she straddled his body, his mind briefly struggled with the confinement, flash backs to captivity started to arise, but he fought them down. That was then, this was now. He closed his eyes and focused only on the wonderful sensation of her touch. She leaned forward to kiss him, and he felt the delightful tingle as her hair brushed against his skin, it became even more intense when she rubbed her nipples against his. This time she moved her tongue aggressively into his mouth, then down to his neck. The sensation of her licking and playing with his earlobes increased his horniness. He let out a reflexive moan when she started biting and sucking at his nipples, while she moved her moist pussy into and then away from his penis, playfully teasing it. The combination of sensations was electrifying. Moving herself further down she swung her breasts and hair back and forth across his penis, the nipples and strands tantalizingly brushing the tip with each swing, while her hands fondled his nipples. Soft whimpers of desire escaped her mouth with each brush. She continued until he was just on the cusp of release then backed off and stroked and kneaded his body, maintaining the current of his desire, but allowing him to ease back from the precipice. After a few moments she moved her lips gently down to his rock hard phallus, tentatively nippling and licking it, then running her wet tongue up and down the shaft, while she moved her hands down to play with his balls. She again brought him right up to the moment of ecstasy before pulling away and gently stroking his thighs, allowing the feeling to subside. She did this to him three more times until he thought he was going to explode from pent up need, then she moved her body back up again and immersed his pulsing member into the delicious wetness of her pussy. She raised herself up and down riding him like a wild love stallion, letting out sharp exclamations of pleasure with each wicked thrust, until they both came, Vaughn letting out wild yells of pleasure as the hot surge of his semen shot deep inside of her, Erica crying tears of joy as the uncontrollable muscle spasms of her pleasure massaged up and down his penis further increasing the intensity of his orgasm. She lowered her body back down bringing her lips to his and gave him a long lingering kiss as they together rode out the remainder of their frenzy. The intensity was so great that they momentarily lost consciousness. He came to quickly, scared at the loss of control, yet with a feeling of completion and closeness that he had never felt before. This was how it was supposed to be, a mutual sharing and completion, a uninhibited giving of ones self to another. He had been alone for so long. Even when he had been with Tracy he had often felt alone, but since the moment he had met Erica he had felt nothing but warmth and acceptance. It had been exemplified by their love making. She had given herself to him in every sense and in every way with no holding back. He didn't want to lose that, but could he make that commitment, could he give up his freedom? And could she accept him, once she learned his past, the quirks, the nightmares? She awoke a few moments later. "I need to shower, but it's always more fun with two," She called to him over her shoulder as she walked to the bathroom, that glorious rear of hers calling him also, in it's own way. One of the positives of his military training was that he always kept his bathroom spotless, so he wasn't embarrassed of what she would find there. And the bathroom was the one part of the living area he had splurged on, spending as much on it as he had on the rest of his apartment. She laughed with delight when the water poured out of the ceiling from the recessed shower head. Laughing together they lathered each other up. She was right, the chance to further explore her body, this time with soap, was a joy. Rubbing the soap over her breasts brought new arousal to her nipples, and stirring to his cock. He squirted more soap on his hands and ran them across her belly and between her legs, playfully running his fingers inside of her, and then further between her butt cheeks. At the same time he enjoyed the sensation of her hands as she was reaching around and rubbing soap across his back, then used those sudsy hand to gently grasped his balls. His cock quickly returned to readiness as her other hand worked soap up and down it's length. He pulled her closer and kissed her, enjoying again the soft easy way her mouth opened to accept his and the accompanying exploring tongue. After they finished cleaning each other and rinsing the soap off he turned the shower to mist, a feature he rarely used, and turned her around, leaning her over so that she could rest her hands on the tiled bench. His probing fingers found her dripping and ready as he inserted his staff and began rocking in and out. He reached down with his hands, one gently stroking her clitoris, the other massaging her nipples. She quickly found his rhythm, pushing back into each thrust. They continued with this dance of pleasure for what seemed like forever as the mist enveloped them, very slowly increasing the speed and intensity, until they came again, the rhythmic undulations of her muscle spasms pulling even more pleasure out of his pulsing tool. They cleaned each other again, dried off, then retreated back to the bed where he was able to enjoy a glorious image, this beautiful nude woman braiding her long hair. Exhausted, they curled around each other and drifted off to sleep. He awoke with a start from the middle of one of his recurring nightmare, memories from his captivity flooding his head, as Erica was trying to disentangle herself. "It's okay Vaughn, it's just me. You were having some kind of a bad dream. You were really grabbing me, talking about someone named Sam. Are you okay?" His heart was in his throat. "Did I hurt you?" "No, I was more surprised, than anything." She said. "I was zonked out, didn't really know where I was when you started talking, then grabbing me." "I should have told you before we feel asleep. In my past I've had some bad things happen to me, sometimes they surface in nightmares. You handled it perfectly. You just need to remind me of where I am." "Don't be upset. I could tell from how you treated me earlier that this wasn't the real you. Now that I know what to do, it won't be problem. Tell me more when you're ready." "This is not what I wanted to be talking about right now. I want to get to know you better. Look are you hungry? Let's go grab a bite." "I am. What time is it?" She said looking for her jacket, and pulling her cell phone out. "Wow, almost 5:30. I better check in with my daughter." "No problem. I'll get dressed." *** Erica awoke with a start as she found herself pinned to the bed by Vaughn's powerful arms. She'd fallen asleep snuggled up against him, really more collapsed than fallen after the intense workout of their repeated couplings, and was dozing peacefully when she was forcefully brought to consciousness, pressed against the mattress with Vaughn calling out "No! Stay away from him! Run Sam, run." It was frightening, but the look of scared contrition on his face when he came to his senses was enough to let her know that this was in no way deliberate. And his explanation made sense. It made clear the commanding way he carried himself, and the scars that she had seen on his body during their love making, and during their shower. The bathroom had been a surprise, after the more spartan nature of his living area. It was the most luxurious one that she had ever been in, like something out of an interior design magazines. It was floored with gray slate tile, the walls covered with a blue gray glass tiles, brightly lit by a skylight. It had a large porcelain soaking tub, and a shower area with knobs on the wall, but no nozzle that she could see. The cascade of water from what she thought was the light fixture in the ceiling was a nice surprise. The slow languid waltz of desire under the warm mist emanating from the fixture was astonishing. His supremacy over her body was complete, unlike any man before, he intuitively knew exactly what to, where to touch to maximize her pleasure. Ending it all with a nap seemed the perfect finale to what they had done. As she had dozed off she had turned around in her mind this sudden change in herself. It seemed that she had worked so hard to bury her needs, that when they returned the intensity was almost unbearable. She also wondered where she should go with this. The love making was wonderful, and they seemed so compatible, but did she really have time in her life for a serious relationship right now. And what would Julia think of him. The sudden, shocking, awakening brought those thoughts back. His suggestion of dinner made sense. They needed to talk. And now she could talk to him without that undercurrent of desire. He would still be the sexiest man she had ever been with, but now she wouldn't have to wonder what sex with him would be like. She knew, and reality had turned out to be even better than the fantasy. She called Julia while he was getting dressed. "How is the studying going." "Really good. Sophie's great with computer drawing so our project will look perfect, and I got a cool idea for how to present our experiment results." "I can't wait to see it. I'm going out to dinner with a friend tonight, I won't be home until later in case you stop by to pick up stuff." "Who are you going out with?" Julia asked. "His name is Vaughn, I met him at coffee shop." "Mom, is this a date? What do you know about him." "I guess it's a date. I don't know a lot about him, he's an artist, a sculptor. That is why I am going out to dinner, to find out more." "You be careful mom. Where are you going? When will you be home?" "We haven't decided yet. I'll text you when we decide, and when I get home." She was surprised at the turning of the tables. Usually this was the line of questioning that she would be following with Julia. "Alright mom, I guess, but it's weird. I mean you've haven't gone on any dates since dad died, even though every ones tried to set you up, and then you meet some artist guy at a coffee shop and, bam, you're going out." "Don't worry I'm a big girl. I'll be fine." "Okay. Bye." "Love you." "Love you too." She got dressed and Vaughn came out looking very nice in tailored jeans, a short sleeved silk shirt, and well polished brown loafers. She was glad that she had met Vaughn wearing her presentation outfit, a silk batiked jacket, blue with orange hig lights over a pale orange blouse, and a lighter blue silk skirt , not the jeans, and tee shirts she normally wore. "What kind of place are taking me to." "I was thinking about Bluehour. It's one of my favorite places." "Isn't that fancy?" She'd read about it in the paper, a very high end restaurant. "Can we get a table on Friday night?" "I called while you were on the phone with your daughter, Carlos the maitre de can always find a table for me." He said with a casual air that told her that this was the kind of thing that he took for granted. 'We'll take my car. Your car should be okay where you left it. Bluehours not that fancy, now when I take you to New York, I can show you fancy." "Okay then lets go." She didn't really know how to respond to his comment When I take you to New York. It seemed a bit presumptuous assuming that she would be going to New York. But it was also exciting that he wanted to include her in his life. No, she didn't have time for a relationship right now. Certainly not time to go gallivanting off to New York. But she would tell him that over dinner. Vaughn walked her out to the garage behind the barn. He had two vehicles, an old pickup truck that he must use for transporting his art work and a very nice shiny black BMW. She didn't keep up with cars that much, but it looked very expensive. Vaughn opened the door and she sat down in the most comfortable seat that she had ever been in. The gray leather was soft and silky smooth. Between the opulence of the bathroom, his comment about New York, and this car she was beginning to realize that Vaughn was not one of those starving artists. "I hope you don't mind, but I don't like to talk when I drive. I want to stay focused." Double Shot "Fine by me. I prefer a driver who keeps his eyes on the road." The car rode as smoothly as the leather of the seats. Watching him drive was an experience, like watching a master musician play a Steinway. He was constantly shifting up and down, weaving in and out of traffic, but always with a smoothness, so that she never realized how fast he had been going until she pulled out her phone to text Julia and realized that he had reached downtown at least five minutes faster than she would have thought possible. "Good evening Mr. Kline. Nice to see you this evening" the valet said as he opened door for her. She'd never been to a restaurant with valet service. "Busy tonight." Vaughn asked. "Totally slammed. We're booked solid." he replied. Interesting, Erica thought, booked solid yet Vaughn was able to get a table on very short notice. The restaurant was elegant, a tall room with exposed wood beams, filled with radiant, good lucking people enjoying themselves. Beautiful chandeliers hung from the beams. Dark curtains hung down separating the dining room from the bar and also creating a few smaller private areas off to the side of the room. The room was busy, noisy, but not overwhelmingly so. Sheila, the beautiful young hostess greeted Vaughn warmly, her greeting to Erica not quite as warm, but probably not anything Vaughn would have noticed. She quickly led them to a table in one of the private areas screened off from the rest of the restaurant. "Can I take your drink orders." Sheila asked them. "Do you want a cocktail, or would you like to start with a bottle of wine?" Vaughn asked. "I'm not much for cocktails, why don't you pick a wine?" She told him. "Okay, do you have any bottles of the Springhill 2005 Sagnee left?" Vaughn asked Sheila. "I'm pretty sure we do. I'll be right back with it." Sheila told them as she walked away. "What is Sagnee, I've never heard of that type of wine before?" Erica asked. "It's actually a pinot noir rose. Very light and crisp, nice way to start an evening. Springhill is one of favorite Oregon wineries. They don't make a lot of wine, but what they do produce is very nice. We can have some of their pinot noir with dinner if that is okay with you?" "I'll leave that up to you. I don't know much about wine. I usually order Chardonnay because I don't know what else to ask for. I find the process intimidating." In fact she was finding the whole experience a bit intimidating. She never frequented places like this, certainly without Vaughn's calm she would have felt very out of place. Yet somehow he made her feel like being by his side was where she should be. "Bluehour is one of my hangouts. Whenever my rep comes in from New York I bring them here to show them what Portland can do. " A tall good looking man came up to the table. "Glad you could join us tonight Vaughn." Vaughn stood up and warmly embraced him. "Good to see you Bruce. I'm glad Carlos was able to get me in tonight, I know you're busy." "We always keep a few tables open for our special friends, you certainly qualify as one." "Bruce this is my friend Erica, this is her first time at Bluehour." "Welcome to my place" he told her, shaking her hand warmly. "We'll make sure that you have an enjoyable experience." The rest of the evening flowed like a pleasant dream. She let Vaughn order for her and found everything to be wonderful, the wine, food, and service all exemplary. Their conversation also flowed freely. Erica found herself discussing things with Vaughn that she had never told another person. There was an inherent connection that she'd never felt before. As they sat over coffee and dessert Vaughn got a more serious expression on his face. "Erica, this has been one of the best evenings of my life. I honestly thought that I could never trust a woman again, but you are like, well I don't know if I can put it into words exactly, but I can't imagine another place in the world that I would rather be right now than sitting across from you." "I feel the same. This whole day has been like nothing in my experience. " she responded. "I'd like to spend more time with you, and I'd also like to ask you a question, I won't expect an answer tonight, but I want you to give it serious consideration." "Ask away." "I want to sculpt you. When I saw you sitting on my bed after your shower braiding your hair I was struck with the image. As I told you I haven't done a lot of human figures, but it was so beautiful, I have to capture the moment." "You want to create a nude image of me? I'm not sure I'm comfortable enough with my body to let the whole world see it." "It would almost certainly be bought by a private collector, if I even choose to sell it. I'm not sure I would, not unless you gave your permission. Think about it for awhile and tell me when you feel ready." "Okay. I'll let you know." "I really do want to spend more time with you." He continued. "I don't want this to be a one time deal. If you give me a chance I could easily see my self falling in love with you, and that is not something I thought I'd ever be able to say again." "I've enjoyed this whole day immensely, but I don't know if I have time for a relationship right now." As they left the restaurant her mind was twisted in knots, trying to make sense of this turn of events. "Can we walk and talk some more? I need to think about things." "Sure, I always enjoy walking around the Pearl district." he responded. The area around Bluehour full of stores and restaurants, always busy, especially on a Friday night. As they came out the valet, already had Vaughn's BMW waiting for them. "My apologies Chris, but Erica and I are going to stroll for a bit before heading home." "Not to worry Mr. Kline. I'll hold it here until you get back." the young man responded. Erica leaned into Vaughn as they walked, enjoying the secure feeling of having his powerful arm holding her. "Tell me more about these 'missions' you go on. If I am going to spend more time with you I need to know more about that part of your life." *** He had a decision to make at that point. Once they were together she was going to know about his extended trips. He could have explain them as being related to selling his art, but sometimes he came back pretty banged up, in fact there was a possibility that sometime he wouldn't come back at all. If he wanted this thing with the two of them to work he was going to have to tell the truth. "As I told you before I'm not just a sculptor. If we're going to be together you have to know the full truth, or at least as much as I'm allowed to tell you. I'm also a contractor for a government agency. I get called in for projects two or three times a year, I can't tell you what I do on the projects, but it's dangerous. I'm usually gone for about a month. I sometimes come back with injuries." "So you want me to be with you, but you'll be gone up to three months a year, and perhaps from what you are telling me, it's possible you might not come back at all? You're a hell of salesman Mr. Kline. I've already lost one man I loved, you want to set me up to lose another one?" "I know what you're thinking." Vaughn responded. "I .." "No you don't know what I'm thinking. You haven't lost a spouse, the pain of trying to rebuild a heart that's been torn open. And what if you come back an invalid. Not only did I lose my husband, I had to nurse him while he died a slow painful death. Today has been amazing for me. You're a beautiful man, an astounding lover, and a pleasure to be with, but I can't put myself through that kind of agony again. And if you're going to be part of my life you're going to be part of my daughter's lives, and I can't put her through that kind of loss again either. Let's go get your car, I want to go home." *** Erica was deeply incensed. The quickness and intensity of the change of emotion surprised her. She'd been good at burying the pain of Kim's death, but it'd all come rushing back. She couldn't remember the last time she had been this mad. How could he even think that she would want to be with him if he was some kind of secret agent who risked his life on a regular basis. Memories of her husband's death surged through her mind, how hard it had been on her and Julia. She knew that Julia would like Vaughn, he was a charming charismatic man, but after what he had told her he would not get a chance to meet her. Looking over at him, he met her eyes and nodded. He looked devastated, almost a different person than the lively funny man that she had had dinner with. They went back to the car and she got in while Vaughn tipped Chris. They drove silently for quite some time before he spoke. "I knew I'd be taking a chance telling you what I did, but I couldn't deceive you about it. I tried that in the past and it didn't work. Can I at least sculpt you. If I can't have you, I'll have that to remember you by." "I'll think about it. Give me your email and I'll let you know in a few days." They drove the rest of the way in silence. He pulled up next to her car outside the coffee shop and handed her his card. She leaned over and kissed him. "Vaughn, I'm sorry it had to end on this note." She was crying as she got out and walked over to her car. *** Their day together was six months ago, though he had been with her image almost everyday since then, first sketching, then sculpting her. Even when he had been called away on a project in Botswana he had been working on the piece in his mind as he hiked through the jungle towards the target. It was such a relief when she'd called and told him that he could create an image of her. Even if she hadn't given permission he would have sculpted it, but then destroyed it when he was done, but with her approval he could now share her beauty with the world. He'd cleared the studio of all the other pieces, putting everything else on hold while he struggled with this creation. This was the apex of his creativity, the best he'd ever done. The workers at the foundry had agreed, a rough bunch, not easy with compliments, to a man they'd agreed that this was better than anything they'd ever had a hand in. He had to go back to his first days as an artist to remember the last time he'd been so nervous showing a piece. But really the nervousness was not in showing the piece, but from seeing her again. He'd emailed her as soon as it was done, not trusting himself to talk with her, and now she'd be the first person other than the foundry workers to see it. He walked around the piece with a polishing cloth, touching up a few small smudges, probably no one other than he could see, but it had to be perfect for her. She sat there on the tousled sheets of his bed, braiding her hair with the look of quiet contentment, basking in the afterglow of lovemaking. He had not been with a woman since, although the act of creating her image had been almost as intense as their love making. After six months of daily closeness to her body he felt that he knew it better than he had ever known a woman's body before. The bell indicating that someone was coming down his driveway went off. He quickly tossed a yellow silk sheet over the piece making sure that it was completely covered, then walked over to the door to go outside and greet her. She pulled up, sat for a moment, then got out, and walked over to him. They stood facing each other for an awkward moment, then he pulled her to him. She responded by leaning into him pressing her body to his. "It has been a long six months Vaughn," she said. "It has, although as you'll see in a moment I've had you with me the whole time," he replied with a smile. He took her hand, reveling in the chance to again feel her skin against his even if just a hand, and led her into the studio so that she was directly in front of the draped sculpture. He walked over and swiftly pulled the sheet away exposing the art. She stood silently, looking at it for a long moment, then walked around, stopping several times to lean and look at it more closely. "It's so beautiful, you made me so much better than I really am." She told him. "I look exactly the way I felt at that moment." "You are wrong, I did a good job of capturing your beauty, but you're so much more in reality than I could ever hope to capture in a work of art. You've consumed me from the moment you drove away. I'm so glad that you let me do this. It will at least give me a small part of you that I can keep with me, since I can't have the real thing." She turned and walked over to him and drew him to her, kissing him with that warm openness that he remembered from their last encounter, her sweet taste brought back all the memories of their lovemaking that he had tried to hold back. She pulled away from their embrace. "I've fought my feelings from the moment that I walked away from you, but I'm not going to do it any longer. You've shown me here the depth of your feeling and how could any woman resist that. I was just going to come here, take a quick look and then move on with my life, but your pull is too strong." "I tried dating since we parted, but no one ever got past kissing me. Your kiss alone was so lovely, even if we hadn't gone past that I would have had a hard time being with another man. My rational self has wrestled with my desire for the last six months, now seeing this, feeling your body against mine, tasting your sweet lips again, I can't fight it any longer. If I lose you I'll be sad and angry, but I'll savor our every moment together, and if we're lucky we'll have many years together." This was beyond his deepest hope. He'd thought that perhaps after seeing the piece he might have a chance to see her again from time to time, but this was too perfect. All he could say was "Thank you." *** She'd struggled for months trying to make herself regret giving Vaughn permission to make the sculpture. Initially she had been so angry there was no possible way that she could say yes, but after cooling off for a few days and thinking about the uniqueness of their time together, the intensity, she felt that she couldn't cut him off completely. So she'd called him giving her consent. Then she'd tried to move on. Her friends had been surprised at her eagerness to start dating after fending them off before. And she had met several nice men. But that was the problem. They were just nice, eager to please, but none came close to Vaughn's alluring presence. His aura overshadowed them all. She'd almost forgotten about the sculpture, although certainly not about Vaughn, when he sent her the email inviting her to to see the finished piece. Even though she had tried to convince herself that it was just going to be a casual visit she spent a couple of days fretting over what to wear, taking a shower and brushing her teeth right before leaving. Despite swearing to herself that nothing was going to happen, she felt a rush of desire as the car came out of the woods and she saw the barn, memories of the ecstasy that they'd shared rushing back. She sat in the car for a moment taking several deep calming breathes before getting out to meet him as he stood on the gravel parking pad next to the open door to the studio. It didn't help that it was a beautiful bright Indian summer day. Vaughn looked even better than her memory, his powerful upper body perfectly filling the tight faded red tee shirt. Not trusting herself she forced her eyes not to even look at how well he filled out his blue jeans. This was not going to be easy. She was just going to give him a light hug, but he pulled her to him in that powerful embrace that felt as right then as it had six months before. These were the arms that were meant to hold her, this was the body she was meant to be held against. She responded to the hug, leaning her body into his. The electric force of his touch was as strong as before when he took her hand and led her into the studio. The studio was immaculate. The only object in the large open space was a single piece in the center covered by a yellow silk sheet. The floor was spotless, tools again hung neatly above his workbench. When he pulled the sheet away it was liking looking in a mirror, but a mirror that wiped away all imperfections and only showed the things you liked about yourself. She circled, looking at it from every angle. It was surreal, admiring this beautiful work of art, yet at the same time time knowing it was you. Looking at the piece she couldn't miss Vaughn's feelings for her. Only a man deeply smitten could have captured her image in this fashion. She went over, and kissed him, all the longing for him that she had tried to deny welling up. Enough denial, this was the man who made her whole, and there was no use in fighting it. He returned the kiss, then moved around behind her, kissing her neck as he did. His skillful hands caressed her breasts through her shirt. As they worked her nipples, desire flowed to her pussy. The feeling of his cock hardening against her back increased those feelings. His hands unbuttoned her shirt then stroked her belly as they moved down to unbutton her pants, then his right hand reached under her panties to stroke between her legs, while his left hand reached behind her to unfasten her bra. As it loosened the hand came back around to work her nipples directly. All the while his mouth continued caress her neck and shoulders. Those glorious hands worked their gentle magic, stroking the exact places to created the most intense feelings. He relieved her of her shirt and bra, then pulled down her pants and panties. He undressed himself while continuing to stroke and tease her breasts and pussy, working his finger into the rapidly moistening depths between her legs. His now fully stiffened cock pressed against her butt. His powerful yet gentle fingers stroked and teased her private places. One hand working her nipples, the other probing between her legs, playing her pleasure points like the strings of a guitar. Unconscious moans of joy came from her mouth. After all the months of delay it only took a few moments for his hands to bring her to a powerful crescendo of joy, her moans turning into cries of pleasure echoing through the open studio. He guided her to kneel on the yellow silk sheet, then he pushed his throbbing member into her anxiously waiting love chasm. The feeling was exquisite as the length of his cock moved deeply in and out of her. At the same time his hands continued to work the rest of her body. She turned her head and kissed him, their exploring tongues tangling together. When their kiss was completed he worked his mouth on the back of her neck, gently nipping at the skin, bringing more sensations of pleasure. She leaned forward on to the sheet, feeling the cool smoothness of the silk caress her nipples. The speed of his thrusts increased, as the waves of pleasure rose again, each powerful thrust pushing them higher and higher, until they came, their voices mingling like their bodies as they cried out their release in unison. She reveled in the feeling of his cock pulsing as it released it's juices inside of her. They collapsed to the floor laying on the sheet feeling the coolness of the concrete below it. Falling asleep tangled in his powerful arms, she knew that this was exactly where she was meant to be.