2 comments/ 25788 views/ 1 favorites Keeping Her Promise By: Ben Nichols I wrote this story for the love of my life, long before I ever saw her face or touched her hand. The emotions are real, still are to this day. She was a dream when I wrote it, and I am happy to say she makes the dream come true every day. This one is yours Christie, always and forever. _________________________________________________ Nicole couldn’t remember when someone had touched her so deeply. Her life always seemed to be satisfying and fulfilling, but something in his words always got to her. It started innocently enough; her husband traveled often leaving her alone with the children. After they all were tucked away for the night, she often found herself looking for adult conversation. She had heard so much about computer on-line services, she decided to finally hook the phone line to her system and try it out. She spent hours initially chatting and flirting with the faceless masses. It was great fun, no commitments, no infidelities, just innocent flirting and talking with newly found friends. Under the protection of the anonymity, the conversations often turned to the erotic. Nicole always rejected the requests often made of her for more intimate and private discussions. Many of the people here spoke of their deepest darkest secrets and fantasies. She instead stayed with the groups, teasing and flirting. She made no excuses to her husband for this, it was just good clean fun. He knew that it was his bed that she would be in every night, and never showed any of the jealousy she detested so. She had been his since they were very young, and never given him any reason to mistrust her. Most people married as young as they, with children right away found life difficult. While they had their share of challenges, their family grew despite them. Nicole found herself not yet thirty with three children and an adoring husband. So night after night she checked in with her friends, talked about life in general, and alluded vaguely to the things sexual in the conversation that may have interested her. Some of the people on-line came across better than others, it was easy to pick out someone that was only interested in discussing vulgar sexual topics. Those people were always quickly dismissed by the regulars, or worse yet shamed into leaving altogether. She amazed herself at how quickly she grew close to these people. It had to be the anonymity, that was all she could figure. They played out scenarios of strip teases, group hot tub parties and orgies, all make believe, all more amusing and arousing than the one before. She always avoided the topic of cybersex, people talking privately to one another while pleasuring themselves. While she enjoyed the tease, she had never touched herself, let alone admitted to anyone that she would have liked to try. Only once had someone lured Nicole into trying it, and she just sat staring at the erotic words on the screen. It worked her up into such a state that she had to run and wake up her husband. He didn’t ask questions, he just marveled at the wanton woman who suddenly appeared in his bed. The men that Nicole met on-line often professed their love and devotion, or at least the cyber equivalent of such to her. She always made sure not to get too attached to any one person, for a good flirt never did. The person she became on-line slowly evolved into more of an alter ego than herself. This person did all the things she hoped and dreamed of, all the things that she could never do. This made things much easier to take for her, much easier to dismiss as just fiction and fantasy. There was nothing real here, only fictional love affairs and wise cracks. There was nothing real until Nicole met Ben. She wasn’t sure how or why he had first caught her attention. She disliked him more than anything; he wasn’t as nice as the other people. He always seemed to be making smart-ass comments, making fun of newer people unfamiliar with the etiquette of the cyber community. Inside she always laughed, but to the others she did her best to appear aloof and cold to him. Ben’s alter ego did the things she wanted to do from time to time. He wasn’t afraid to say what was on his mind, and didn’t care who he offended. The extent of her interest ended there, he seemed nice enough. No matter how much people tried, reality did tend to leak into this fantasy world. Many of the other people there had scanned pictures to send to others on-line. She decided to do this, for reasons she didn’t understand. Maybe she needed the people there to know how attractive she really was, for people often misrepresented themselves here. It was the night that Ben asked for her picture that everything changed. Suddenly he spoke to her more as a suitor than just a pal. He asked Nicole questions of the intimate nature so eloquently that she always felt encouraged to reply. She found herself being drawn deeper into fantasies with him, always wanting to answer and do anything he asked. She couldn’t put her finger on the reason, but something just kept gnawing at her about him. Ben actually made her consider the infidelities people discussed so openly on-line. When her breathing returned to normal, she always dismissed these thoughts. It was only playing, fantasy, nothing real could ever come from it. Their discussions evolved over the next weeks, through electronic mail and chatting they discovered that life was much easier to deal with if they filed their altar ego’s as just that. It was almost like they had split personalities, the real people discussed work and family, and the altar ego’s always whispered sweet nothings in the other’s ear. They found themselves not talking in the group as much anymore, opting instead to talk privately. During this time Ben teased her mercilessly. He knew all the right buttons to push, all the right things to say. He was so much more eloquent than she at discussing things of an explicit sexual manner; she never could find the words. She sat night after night, letting Ben take her away from reality, and into a world where only they existed. This world had no guilt, no children, no offices, only a mutual tease. Although no one could ever see, Nicole always felt sexier if she changed for bed before going on-line. Somehow discussing the things that she did with her cyber boyfriend always felt sexier when she was scantily clad. She usually opted to a short robe, and the panties du jour. Then when Ben asked her what she was wearing, she could tell him truthfully. And when he asked Nicole to touch herself, all her aching needs were easily accessible. He was forever asking her to touch herself more intimately for him, but this was something she could never do. She needed flesh, someone there to hold her, to touch her. Touching things herself always left her wanting more, feeling more frustrated than satisfied. She would indulge him somewhat, gently tugging her stiff nipples when he asked, perhaps even pulling her panties up close against her gushing desire. Nicole made Ben only one promise in all the time they had shared. He needed to know that she was truly his in their fantasy world. He needed to know that she was open and willing to each and every thing that they discussed. He would ask her what she would do for him, and her reply always came the same way. To any of his requests, no matter what or when then question, Nicole would reply, “Anything." This being the only promise they shared, but one that opened worlds to them. This man never failed to get to her, leaving her aroused for days after. She had more trouble than anything explaining her newfound desires to her husband, usually opting just to just sizzle, thinking of her imaginary lover, imagining Ben next to her. He always told her that it hurt him so, to think of her so aroused, and unable to do anything at all to help her. They continued like this for what seemed like forever, even moving towards discussing these things on the telephone. He would call her from work, at work and tease her more. Sometimes they discussed life in general, but mostly just their mutual yearning. A place in her life had been filled. She was in her mind the bad girl she always longed to be, while never straying from her husband, never going outside of her marriage. Nicole could never tell her husband how this relationship had evolved. She always kept it to herself, a naughty little secret. She felt the same things as she would if she actually strayed, without straying. She was always secretly grateful that he was a thousand miles away. If he were perhaps closer, she wasn’t sure that she could maintain her distance. The chatting on-line had become more a part of Nicole’s life than just an occasional diversion. There wasn’t a night that went by that she didn’t at least check her electronic mail. Months went by, and her friendships grew. She always looked forward to chatting with her friends on-line, but she always excused herself when Ben came in. She longed during the day for the way he always made her feel. She always felt her tummy twist up when Ben started whispering those naughty things to her. Eating was never an option after talking to him; it was better than any diet Nicole had ever been on. Her annual conference was looming near. She had always looked forward to this in the past, but her alter ego had swept her away from the things that she enjoyed in the past. Four days in New York, days spent discussing business, evenings spent with co-workers and vendors, usually toasting to the new fiscal year. This was almost a week away from her husband and children, a welcome diversion normally. But this also meant that Nicole would not be spending her usual time with her friends on-line. She felt silly, this was only fantasy, but she dreaded being gone nonetheless. Nicole made her plans for an out of town trip known to her friends on-line, making sure that they knew she would be back. Privately she shared her feelings with Ben, how much she would miss him and the erotic trips he always took her on. As the day loomed nearer, she even opted to give him the number of her hotel, so that she wouldn’t be without him totally. He promised that he would call, and promised that he would miss her even more. She packed the night before right after work, so that she could spend her usual time on-line with her friends. Her plane left early the next morning, but as usual she stayed up later than she should have with him. Until the wee hours they typed back and forth to each other, amazed at how alike they thought. Nicole finally tore herself away, feeling more frustrated than ever before. The next day came and went as it did years before. Nicole arrived at her hotel, checked in, and set about unpacking. After lunch, the conferences began, long-winded executives droning on and on about nothing of consequence. She put on her best face as always, asked intelligent questions and appeared generally enthused and interested in the topics. The end of the day came none too quickly for her, she excused herself and headed for her room. After a call home to the hubby and kids, she checked her hair and makeup and headed back downstairs. These conferences always turned out to be more of a marathon than anything else. Covering as much business as possible during the day, and drinking to excess at night. She took her usual poison, sitting down with some people from her office. Somehow the dinner that they were planning on having never happened, they instead opted for appetizers in the bar, and another round. She suddenly realized the tease that she had always longed to be was becoming more and more her. It was almost like her alter ego had stepped into her reality. Nicole normally dismissed men in general who approached her. But tonight was somehow different, the sidelong glances from men at the bar were returned. The drinks sent from other tables were accepted. Anyone else in the bar would not have wondered long why all these men were fawning over her. You would never know that this sultry beauty was the mother of three. Nicole’s long curls framed a beautiful face. The incredible eyes and full lips turned every head in the room. She had a way of making traditional business attire seem hot. The skirt while not ridiculously short, rode up her trim thighs quite nicely as she sat on the barstool. Her deep tan showed nicely against her virginal white blouse, perhaps with a button or two more than normal undone. She felt strangely confident tonight, at ease with all the flirting and teasing. Nicole’s co-workers seemed amused at her behavior, not knowing where this temptress came from. She was usually so reserved and quiet, blushing at the slightest off color comment. But tonight she held court, sitting up tall on the bar stool, thrusting her breasts out proudly, dangling one of her decadently high heels off her left toe. Little did she know that one person in the bar was watching her more closely than the others. He had more than a casual interest in her. Ben sat back in a dark corner, marveling at how much more intoxicating Nicole was in person. He had seen her pictures countless times and memorized every curve of her face and frame. Unbeknownst to her, he had paid very close attention when she had shared her travel plans with him. He was able to make some quick travel arrangements, and book a room in the same hotel. He would call her as promised, but only when he was sure that her alter ego was running rampant. It was all that he could do to stand still. Ben had lusted for her for so long, and now Nicole was a scant ten feet away. He could hear her voice, a voice he had grown to know quite deeply. The big difference now being that he could watch her face when she laughed or smiled, and see it light up the whole room. Nicole was just as he had imagined, flying across the country to surprise her would definitely live up to his every expectation. Ben spent the next hour or so wrestling with his conscience, not sure whether or not he could live with taking advantage of Nicole while she was in such a state. He cared for her deeply, and would never be able to live with affecting her reality. He knew that all their fantasies excited them both, but sometimes fantasy is best left as just that. Perhaps seeing Nicole would be enough for him, maybe he would just watch her for a while and leave. As the night wore on, Ben’s resolve vanished. He had to speak to her, to let her see him. He wasn’t even sure how he would approach her. The scene had played across his mind a thousand times, how things may unfold should they ever meet. Ben emptied his glass for another ounce of courage and motioned to the waitress. Nicole had been in the bar for hours now, the empty glasses carted away each time her group ordered another round. She had not drunk to excess, only enough to maintain a healthy glow. She had forgotten reality in general; it was almost like being on-line. Friends sitting around, cracking jokes, an occasional off color comment, and just general teasing. Her confidence grew as the evening wore on; her alter ego had surely taken over. Nicole normally would have excused herself hours ago. In the past she always retired to her room early to review the next days itinerary. Always making sure that she was prepared for each speaker, making notes of questions or comments. She always took her position seriously at these conferences. Tonight however seemed much different. Nicole needed this time to herself, almost to reaffirm to herself that she still turned heads as she did in years past. When the waitress walked over with yet another drink from an admirer, she smiled and asked her to point out the individual. Nicole looked across the bar to where the waitress had pointed. Her eyes locked with the man sitting on the other side of the bar. For the first time that evening, she looked away from an admirer. Something about him shook her deeply. She was sure she knew him, but couldn’t place where or when. She lifted her eyes again to his, finding him still gazing at her deeply. Her mind raced, her breathing was coming quicker as a deep blush ran down her neck into her cleavage. The voice of the waitress snapped her back into reality; apparently her admirer had requested that she join him. Nicole thanked the waitress, picked up her drink and crossed the room on legs of rubber. Her will was not her own, his eyes drew her to him. As she grew closer to him, it finally hit her. This was someone she knew, someone that in the very least she had seen once before. She was still a few steps away when she noticed the cocktail napkin under the glass in her hand. She stopped for a moment, there was something written on the back of it. She turned the napkin over to read what was written there, and her jaw dropped when she did. Printed across the back of the napkin was one word, large block letters spelling out “Anything.” As if someone had knocked the wind out of her, Nicole reached for a railing to steady herself. Anyone looking may have thought that she had too much to drink, but nothing could be further from the truth. She suddenly was more sober than when she had walked in that night. She lifted her deep brown eyes to Ben’s; finally looking at the face of the man she had shared so much with. Nicole knew every line of his face now; she had stared at his pictures for countless hours. It amazed her that she had not recognized him sooner, but he was the last person she expected to see here. His home thousands of miles from here, all she hoped for a phone call, this was too much to believe. Ben rose and took her by the hand, pulling her from the railing to his table. He held her hand gently, not letting go once she sat down. Nicole stiffened when he brought it to his mouth, and quivered when she felt his lips on her flesh. His touch was just as she had imagined it, soft, warm and firm. She felt her body yielding to Ben’s touch as it yielded to his words on-line. He released her hand and Nicole reached for her drink, emptying it quickly to steady her racing heartbeat. Nicole had always imagined a meeting between them as some sort of jubilant reunion. In her mind she saw them embracing and hugging, both grinning like a couple of fools. The actual moment proved much more intense, both of them staring deeply into the other’s eyes. She felt naked in front of Ben; she had shared so many of her deep and intimate thoughts with him. They may have only discussed what would happen should they meet, but Nicole felt like she made love to Ben countless times. Their erotic journeys spanned from the erotic to the kinky, but nothing could have prepared her for actually looking into his eyes. Suddenly Nicole realized that she had made one very serious promise to this man. Did Ben expect her to actually be all the things in reality that she was in their fantasies? She was unsure if he actually did expect these things that she would be able to resist him. Ben was tall and dark, but far from the GQ type. She couldn’t look away from him, and the more she looked back at him, the more her stomach churned. It had to be his eyes, that was all she could figure. When Nicole had finally seen his picture after talking to him, she wasn’t disappointed. His large hands were as she imagined, and his double-breasted suit hung off his large frame nicely. While an attractive man, Ben was not someone who would have made her swoon on first sight. Perhaps it was because she knew his mind so completely, his every thought and dream. Nicole remembered all the things Ben described to her in a new light, so intensely that she actually felt like she had experienced them all. She opened her mouth to speak, and as always Ben knew her thoughts. He explained that he was only here to meet her, nothing more. He cared for her deeply, and he wasn’t sure if Nicole could actually deal with her feelings the morning after if they were to follow through with their fantasies. Ben knew that he could, although somewhere deep inside he knew that it was wrong. He had a better understanding of how people who do this sort of thing on a regular basis might rationalize it. All his feelings of lust and desire for her were completely separate from reality. Nicole was a walking, talking fantasy, and afterwards she would become that again. Seeing her in person was nothing more than a dream, but a dream that he could touch. She knew all of this, but when they had discussed it on-line she was always apprehensive. Ben respected her honesty, and hoped that actually being able to look into her eyes and perhaps touch her hand would be enough. Keeping Her Promise As the evening wore on, something strange happened to Nicole. Their altar egos were nowhere to be found. They talked about their families, their jobs and all the things normal people would have discussed over drinks. The only feeling she recognized was the way her body reacted to Ben’s words. Nothing erotic had crossed their lips, but she was beside herself with desire. His deep voice always touched her; she loved the way he spoke to her. More than once she felt a flush down her neck into her cleavage, her nipples seemed to be in a constant ridged state. Nicole hoped that he noticed them pressing against her flimsy silk blouse. Each time she moved her taut nipples rubbed against her tiny lace bra wonderfully. She was secretly grateful that she had worn some naughty undergarments this evening. She wasn’t sure why, but when she dressed, for some reason she played the part of the seductress better when appropriately attired. Although no one she met was likely to ever see her stockings and lace panties, she always felt better wearing them. The panties were hopelessly soaked now, and having them pulled tightly against her desire provided some relief. Each time she crossed her stocking clad legs; the tiny lace panties crept up a bit more. She noticed how Ben’s eyes always dropped to her legs as she crossed them, and made sure to do it slowly and often just for him. Nicole wasn’t sure how or if anything was going to happen with Ben tonight. The smart thing to do would have been to go to bed alone as always, dreaming of him touching her. This was always easy when he was a thousand miles away, but tonight he was right here. Tonight could be something to remember forever, but the decision was hers. He avoided the threshold into the erotic with her over drinks. Ben held true to his word, not wanting to take advantage of her while perhaps her desire was making the decisions. Nicole knew that a frenzied encounter would not happen unless she told him with a clear head that she wanted it. This left her in complete control of the evenings' activities, a role Nicole was unaccustomed to in their relationship. In reality she always got what she wanted, from her husband, from her co-workers, from strangers on the street. A flip of her long curls and a soft word was all she usually needed to get what she wanted from a man. Ben had always teased her mercilessly though, always holding back until Nicole begged, not something she was in the habit of to doing. The reason she thought he always resisted her was because he wasn’t with her. Had she been close to him, actually with him when she begged for all these things, they surely would have been hers. Tonight then would be Nicole’s chance to finally prove it to him, and to herself. Nicole excused herself for a moment, and headed towards the ladies room. Once inside she checked her hair and makeup as always, making sure that none of her co-workers were around. Nicole had worked herself up into such a state being near him, she knew that concealing it would be difficult should she see anyone from work. She stared long at the face in the mirror, wondering how she had arrived at this point in her life. She had everything a woman could want, a loving husband, beautiful children and a comfortable lifestyle. Nicole had always been the perfect wife and mother, and now juggled a successful career along with her responsibilities at home. Anyone would have guessed her as perfectly fulfilled. Nicole however was slowly discovering that she yearned for something more. Ben had awakened feelings in her that she put away long ago. Her first child had cut her youth short, and deep down she felt that she missed something. She had only been with two men in her life, her first a boy she was to marry, and the second her husband. While she loved to imagine herself in all the fantasies she and Ben dreamed of, she wasn’t even sure if she could do the things she longed for. She closed her eyes quickly and turned from the mirror, pushing away reality and dreaming of Ben next to her. Ben watched Nicole as she made her way back across the crowded bar to their table. He could see something different in her eyes. She sat down across from him again, smiling sweetly as she did. Nicole reached inside her purse once seated, and handed Ben a rolled up cloth napkin. She said nothing as he took it, only watched his eyes as he opened it. Ben found a small bundle inside the napkin, black lace with a few bows here and there. He quickly dropped it into his lap and unfolded his gift. With trembling hands he opened Nicole’s panties, his fingers lingering over the moist strip of cloth in the middle. Her little lace panties were soaked, and the scent of her arousal overtook all of Ben’s senses. His head spun wildly, he lifted his eyes to hers with disbelief as she finally spoke. “Do you see what you do to me?” Nicole was the perfect picture of composure, no blush trailing down into her cleavage, her breath even, her hands steady. She rose from her seat only after motioning Ben to follow her. Unsure of whether or not his legs would carry him, Ben followed Nicole watching her firm behind move wonderfully under her short skirt. She arrived at the bank of elevators first, checking around for her co-workers again as she pushed the call button. By the time the car arrived, Ben had caught up. They both boarded the car and stepped inside. Ben leaned against the wall of the elevator to steady himself as the doors closed. He closed his eyes and felt Nicole’s hand on his. She pulled the tiny panties out of his hand and held them to her breasts. She whispered softly in his ear that their time had finally come. Something deep inside Ben snapped, he could no longer restrain himself. He pulled Nicole close to him and kissed her deeply. He had promised himself that he wouldn’t fall prey to his desires tonight, but Nicole proved to be more than he expected. Her beauty intoxicated him, she wore her desire well. She knew exactly what she wanted of him, and he was powerless to resist. If this was what she wanted, Ben would be her every fantasy. Once inside of Nicole’s hotel room, Ben’s conscience gnawed at him once again. He stood just inside the door, waiting to be sure of her intentions. She never looked at him, only lowered the lights and closed the drapes. She pulled the chair from the desk close to the bed, bending over slightly to adjust it. Ben marveled at her legs and tight behind, longing to drop to his knees and worship her from behind right then and there. Nicole flipped her long curls over her shoulder and looked back at him with a decadent look in her eyes. She patted the seat of the chair and called softly to him. Ben crossed the room quickly and sat down, looking up at his petite beauty for the first time as she stood before him. Nicole placed her hands on Ben’s shoulders and dropped her face next to his. Her silken curls brushed against his cheek and her perfume overtook him. She kissed his neck gently; trailing wet kisses up the side of his face. He reached for her then, only to have her back away. Nicole made Ben promise not to move. Standing between him and the bed, she placed his hands on the arms of the chair, sweetly requesting that he keep them there. She stood before him, taking his face in her hands. She lifted his chin and again softly spoke. “For now, you’re only to watch," she told him. So many nights Ben had begged Nicole to touch herself; tonight he would see what he had dreamed of. She stared deeply into her man’s eyes while she reached to expose her flesh to him. He watched as her crimson painted nails popped open each button on her silk blouse. She bit her lip as the silk slid off her shoulders, her nipples stiffening at the feeling. She bent again to kiss him softly, running his face across the flesh of her neck and cleavage as she stood again. Reaching for the clasp on her tiny bra, she moaned as the lace slid across her aching breasts, and it joined the blouse at her feet. Her skirt fell to the floor quickly, and she kicked it across the room off her toe, and turned once again to face him. When Nicole had divested herself of all her clothing, she lay down on the bed, her back arched, her thighs clenched tightly together. She closed her eyes and waited for Ben to speak to her, her body trembling with the anticipation. He was at a loss for words initially, marveling at her soft curves. Ben’s eyes traveled from her heaving breasts down her tummy to the treasure between her thighs. Nicole held her hands at her sides, the palms flat and pressing down hard into the mattress. Ben’s eyes returned to Nicole’s sweet face after her had taken in the wonders of her flesh. He gazed on her face surrounded by soft curls cascading down the pillow around it. Ben found her eyes closed tightly, her full lips pursed, waiting to show him everything that she longed to give him. As he spoke, Nicole started to tremble, unable to believe that she was actually going through with this. Suddenly the hands that were running up her sides were not her own. The only thing that she could feel was her nipples, screaming for Ben’s mouth and hands, but willing to accept any touch that she would offer. No matter how tightly she clenched her thighs together, the longing there never ebbed. When Ben finally spoke to her, Nicole almost jumped at the sound of his voice. It was so much more intense knowing that he was actually there with her. She had spent countless hours with him, but always with the safety of the miles between them. There was nowhere else to hide, now was the time for her to prove all the things she had promised him were true. Ben sat at the foot of the bed, able to see her face as well as all of the other things he longed to posses. He asked Nicole to open her thighs for him, and she quickly complied. She dug her heels into the bed, her toes curling tight with anticipation inside her pumps. He reached to touch her ankle, unable to keep his hands to himself any longer. His touch on her felt like an electric shock, and she fought with herself to ask him to take her. He was at the end of his composure also. It was all he could do not to fall forward and love her with his tongue and lips. He had dreamed of kissing Nicole’s soft curls and all the burning flesh beneath them so many times. Actually seeing them before him, it took every bit of strength that he possessed to keep his promise to her. He asked her to open her flesh, to show him how much she desired him. Ben watched her hands separate the dripping folds then, to reveal the tight bud throbbing beneath them. He knew that Nicole couldn’t wait much longer, he was afraid that he would shatter the moment if he waited. Ben asked her to touch herself gently, to slide her fingers over her tight little clit to where all her honey flowed. Nicole shuddered as her fingers slid down her, and to her amazement, she slid her fingers inside herself. Ben hadn’t asked her to do that, but her hands had taken on a mind of their own. Her body knew what she needed, and her hands found the way. Nicole had never touched herself before; there had never been a need. But now all the emotions were too intense. The shame that usually prohibited her from doing this was long gone. Nicole focused on his voice, Ben’s deep sensuous voice, asking her to touch herself more intimately. Her mind was foggy now, Nicole couldn’t tell the difference between reality and fantasy. She only knew Ben’s voice and her hands. She finally realized that the intense pleasure she was feeling was from her own touch. She opened her eyes and looked down to see her fingers plunging into her again and again. The fingers of her left hand tightened on her nipple then, rolling it between them, wringing all the desire welling up inside her. Nicole lifted her hips off the bed on each thrust of her hand, rising them up to bump her throbbing clit against it as she pleasured herself. Ben asked her to remove her hand from her breast then, and she whimpered at the thought of leaving her aching nipples unattended. Then she heard him ask her to touch her clit for him. Before Nicole could even begin to think about resisting, she felt her hand run down her tummy to her moist folds. She wasn’t really sure of the best way to touch herself here, she only knew her great need. She took the burning bit of flesh between her fingers and pulled it gently. Nicole felt his hands on her wrist then, and again jumped at Ben’s touch, and at the emptiness where her fingers had been. She opened her eyes to see Ben bring her hand to his mouth and gently suck on her fingers. His tongue licked all of her juices from her fingers, and left them wet for her to touch herself again. Ben asked her use but a single finger, tracing tiny circles over her aching clit. He told Nicole to imagine his lips where her finger rested, to think of how soft and sweet they would feel against her. He told her that no bit of her searing flesh would escape his mouth, that she would know his touch over all of her. She finally found the rhythm stroking herself, things were moving quickly now. She could feel her tummy tighten and her breath quicken as her orgasm approached. Ben watched her fingers fly over her desire and wished that he could only catch all the honey running from her with his tongue. He finally could hear that voice that he knew so well, the voice that he longed to hear tell him all the naughty things in her mind. Nicole couldn’t say much, Ben only heard her whimper between deep breaths as her orgasm tore through her. Her body shook and twisted on the bed before him as she called his name. He had given her this orgasm, the most intense she had ever felt. Nicole collapsed back onto the bed spent, barely able to catch her breath. She opened her eyes to find Ben where she had asked him to stay. He sat opposite her in the chair, his knuckles white from grasping the arms so tightly. She sat up and moved toward him, her eyes never leaving his gaze. He took her hands then, and again raised them to his lips. He licked all of her wetness from them as she moaned softly, his tongue and lips scalding Nicole’s aching flesh. She drew her hand back and ran her moist fingers across her aching nipples, leaving a wet trail across them. Ben sat back in his chair then, marveling at how sensuous Nicole truly was. He rose and walked over to the mini bar, pouring himself yet another shot of courage. As Nicole watched him walk away, her last bit of apprehension slipped away. All bets were off, she had to have this man. Never mind the next morning or the guilt, she was willing to pay any price to finally feel his flesh next to hers. Their relationship to this point had been their little secret, and after tonight it would be just that. No one would ever know what had taken place here between consenting adults. No one except for Ben and Nicole, and neither one of them would be sharing accounts of their fantasies becoming reality. Before he had emptied his glass, he felt Nicole’s touch, her hands finally on him. Ben turned and took her in his arms; she rubbed her naked breasts against his chest as she reached for his belt. She stood on tiptoes and kissed him as her small hands reached inside his boxers. She felt yet another flow of her own desire run down the inside of her thigh as she held Ben’s throbbing manhood in her hands. Nicole wrapped her fingers around his hardness, her thumb rubbing the moist tip in tiny circles. She reached for his tie with her free hand, pulling it from his neck in one motion. She untucked his shirt as Ben unbuttoned it, moving his hips as her soft hand fondled him. From the moment he bared his broad chest to her, Nicole couldn’t keep her hands and mouth from it. She trailed wet kisses across his shoulders and neck as she pulled gently on his pulsing member. Only after she had run her nails down his chest did she trail her mouth down his stomach. Nicole fell to her knees before him, looking up at him lovingly before dropping her head to take him in her mouth. Ben watched his organ slide between her crimson painted lips and moaned at her tongue lashing repeatedly over his desire. Ben gasped as her nails raked across his flesh, unsure how long he could hold up against this type of pleasure. Nicole knew exactly what she was doing; she didn’t plan on making him wait any longer. She needed his climax now; she wanted to feel his scalding come sliding down her throat. She took his balls in her hand firmly and took his cock inside her mouth as deeply as she could. She had taken its full length but a moment when she felt Ben stiffen. He cried out as the months of knowing Nicole poured into her waiting mouth. She closed her eyes and tried bravely to swallow his entire scalding offering. His climax proved too much for even her insatiable mouth, and the remnants ran down her chin and neck. Nicole kissed the wet tip of Ben’s spent organ gently before reaching to rub his come into her neck and breasts. Ben could hardly believe her transformation, the woman on her knees before him was a dream come true. She asked nothing of him but his passion, and responded to his every thought with a desire he had never known. Ben picked up Nicole’s petite frame and carried her to the bed, wishing only to return the pleasure he had just received. Unsure of how far Nicole would go tonight, he knew in the very least he would at long last be able to taste her, to feel her come on his tongue and lips. He laid her on the bed gently, lowering his large frame over her. She wrapped her stocking clad legs around him, and he felt the heels of her pumps dig into him as she raised her hips to meet him. Ben pinned Nicole’s arms above her head and kissed down her neck. She arched her back as his mouth found her stiff nipples. She wanted only to run her fingers through his hair as his tongue lashed at her taut buds, but Ben held her arms firmly. Nicole cried out as his teeth sank gently into her flesh and her hips reached to find his manhood. When he had finally bathed both her breasts and nipples with his kisses, Ben’s mouth found it’s way down her tummy. He paused at her belly button, remembering that he once had told Nicole how he would drink champagne from it. He took her hips in his hands as he dipped his tongue into it, and felt her shudder again at his touch. She planted her feet on the bed and raised her hips to his mouth, needing his intimate kiss badly. Her arms finally free, Nicole reached to open her dripping folds to his mouth. Ben kissed the insides of her thighs gently; his hands sliding up to gently urge them yet further apart. She felt his hands slide up the inside of her thighs then, one dropping to run through her soaking curls. Nicole felt Ben slide a single finger inside of her, a fraction of an inch at a time, but inside her nonetheless. He blew on her aching clit then, the crimson flesh crying out for his touch desperately. She shuddered as the very tip of Ben’s tongue found her searing flesh. He slid his tongue through every fold of Nicole’s gushing flower, never stopping, never letting up for a moment. She cried out as he took her burning clit in his mouth, his fingers now slipping up inside her wonderfully. Her body convulsed each time his tongue lashed across her, the moans escaping her mouth were not her own. Ben stroked his fingers in and out of her lovingly, wanting to be sure that she built up slowly, and stayed on the edge of orgasm at his every touch. She gasped as her aching clit slipped from his mouth, but Nicole didn’t wait long for his next touch. Ben pursed his lips as if to give her a wet kiss, and then slowly rubbed them on her burning flesh. Nicole finally knew what Ben had meant when he told her that no bit of her flesh would escape his tongue and lips. No one had ever pleasured her like this before, the kiss never ended. Just when she had finally found the rhythm of his mouth, rolling her hips to meet him, she felt Ben’s fingers close on her rigid nipples. The sensations were proving to be too much to bear, as she felt her body surrender to his touch completely. Each new sensation tore through her violently, her body shaking at the onslaught, yet still begging for more. The longer Ben rubbed his lips across her throbbing clit, the higher she climbed. She felt her body tighten at each touch, each stroke of his lips or hands. Nicole felt as if she would just snap, her muscles drawn tightly waiting for the moment to arrive. She felt it first from his hands on her breasts, as did Ben for he pinched her aching buds hard. Her orgasm tore down her belly to his lips on her clit. She was shaking uncontrollably, calling his name over and over, reaching out for him in a sea of orgasmic ecstasy. Keeping Her Promise Nicole grabbed him by the hair then, needing to make sure that his lips never left her. Ben plunged his fingers into her faster now, feeling her wet folds spasm around his fingers. Only when her grip on him had eased did Ben drop his tongue to where his fingers were. Nicole felt every nerve ending in her body twitching as her orgasm subsided. She couldn’t catch her breath, all she knew is that her nipples still were crying out for attention. She captured both of them in her hands, digging her nails into the distended flesh hard and crying out from the pleasure. She opened her eyes to find her dream lover still between her open thighs, lapping at her lovingly. Ben’s tongue caught all of the honey flowing from her, and even stole into the cleft of her behind to catch the juice that run between her firm cheeks. Only when his tongue found the tight little ring of her ass did she feel her body stiffen as yet another orgasm washed over her. As the waves subsided, Nicole slipped off into a dreamlike state. So thoroughly spent she was unable to even open her eyes. Nicole awoke the next morning as she had the mornings before, to the knock of room service on her door. She reached to cover herself, finding that she had been snuggled between the sheets all night. Wrapping her robe around her, she suddenly realized that she was alone. She looked frantically for Ben, hoping that he had jumped into the shower or just ran out for something. She looked up and down the hallway as she bent to pick up her caffeine. After setting down her tray of coffee, she noticed a note there on the dresser. Nicole took the note and poured herself the first cup of the day, slipping back into bed before reading it. She held it to her breast as she replayed the events of the night before, remembering each touch, every whisper. Ben had attended to her every need, making sure that all the promises he made came true. With trembling hands she opened the letter, hoping that he was not gone forever. Perhaps the guilt had been stronger than he anticipated, or even worse, he felt some remorse for taking advantage of her. Nicole knew in her heart that no one had been taken advantage of; both of them knew exactly what they were doing. Ben’s words touched her as always as she read, knowing her every thought and dream. Dear Nicole, I’ve been dreaming of the perfect lover all my life, and after tonight, I know that it is you. You are more than any man could ever hope for, and everything that men dream of. I will cherish our night together forever, the memory of you is mine for all time. You’re alone this morning because I care for you so deeply. Last night you gave yourself to me so completely, I need for you to be sure of yourself before things go any further. I’m hoping that you feel the same as I do, but if reality is tugging at your conscience right now, I don’t want to be there to convince you otherwise. I’m not sure that I possess the restraint to resist you any longer, if I ever had any to begin with. If after thinking of last night in the light of day you still wish to share some time together before we return to reality, I’m yours. I was afraid that should I have spent the night, that things would have continued without a thought this morning. I couldn’t live with you being hurt or having bad feelings about what happened. I will be waiting for you should you decide to continue, and I’ll understand should you decide not to. You’ve given me a precious gift Nicole, I only hope you feel the same way. All my love, Always and Forever, Ben Nicole hung up the phone after copying down Ben’s room number. There was no way after all these months that he would slip away before she was finished with him. She felt some guilt, but nothing that she couldn’t file away somewhere far in the back of her mind. This was something that she needed desperately, and having once tasted it, Nicole needed to possess it completely. She didn’t feel cheated that Ben hadn’t made love to her, she wasn’t sure she could have taken anymore last night. Her body felt overloaded with all the sensations and emotions, but this morning proved different altogether. She boarded the elevator on the same rubber legs as the night before. Knowing what awaited her however, left her wanting him more than ever. As she punched the button for Ben’s floor, she hoped that he was ready for “Anything.”