0 comments/ 9900 views/ 2 favorites L.S. Apartment By: Enygma55 Dedicated to someone that needs this in her life as well as someone to let the freak out with; you can have both. Everyone above the age of 18. * Hands cover your eyes as you close the door to your apartment, startling you a bit but bringing a smile to your face. The hands are gentle as they blind your sight and you feel his hot breath on your neck; sending shivers down your spine. "What do you think you are doing?" you ask. "Oh, nothing much really I have a surprise for you, darling," he whispers in your ear," And no peeking." "It has been a long day and I am tired," you say, a little hesitantly. "I know darling but what I have in mind is not our usual. Now come on little one," He says to as he starts to guide you deeper into the apartment. His arms are around your shoulders as he directs you, his fingers still covering eyes. It only takes a few moments before he stops you and slowly draws his hands away from your face. Your first sight is candle lit on the dining table, the light from it sparkles off the place settings and the single red rose sitting on your plate. You aren't sure where the china came from or where he came up with the rest of this set up. Pulling out your chair, he motions for you to sit down. "What is all this?" you inquire. "This would be dinner," He says smiling, impishly. "Obliviously but what is the occasion?" "No occasion, you just been busy at work and school and I thought you might like some good food and a quiet evening at home," He replies as he goes into the kitchen pulling things out and setting them down on the table. First, he sets a bowl filled with a salad in front of you and then sets one at his place. Sitting down across the table he smiles at you and waits for you to begin. As you eat he smiles and watches you intently. The courses and conversation proceed, as the dinner continues, a fettuccini with alfredo is the main dish with a side of garlic bread. You are surprised at the level of attention he is paying you, listening intently to your tales of the day and school. It is nice to vent and explain your frustrations of all of it to someone who really does care about how your day went. The weight of it all falls away as you finish your dinner. Almost with perfect timing, the oven buzzes announcing that whatever is in there is done. Springing to his feet, he goes and pulls out a cookie sheet filled with your favorite kind of cookie, the best kind; sugar cookies. You laugh at the child like glee on his face as he pulls them off of the sheet and places them gently on a plate. Bringing them over to the table, he puts a couple fresh baked cookies on a saucer for you. Taking a couple of them for himself he sits back down. "You didn't have to do all this," you tell him, still a little shocked at all effort he has gone through. "I know I didn't have to, I wanted to," he says, smiling as he digs into his sugar cookie. "Thank you though." "You are most welcome, darling. Now excuse me a moment and stay put," He says smiling as he goes into the back apartment. Eating your cookies, a smile you can't stop spreads across your face; he is being way too nice to you tonight. You are not sure what he is doing but hear music start playing and shortly he comes back out. Moving next to you, he holds out his hand and smiles down at you. "Tonight, darling, is all about you and if you would follow me," he says, his eyes filled with a mischievousness that you only have seen when he is doing something sneaky. "Alright," you say as you take his hand. He leads you deeper into the apartment going down the hall. You half expect him to lead you to the bedroom but he stops in front of the bathroom door. You look at him with surprise as he opens the door for you. You look in and see a full tub complete with bubbles. A few candles are lit and scattered about the bathroom, the scent of them fills the air as gently pushes you in. He kisses you softly on the lips and steps back and smiles at you. His hands slowly trace your face as he smiles at you. The hands continue down and slowly, gently tug at your shirt pulling it up and off of you. "What are you doing?" you ask, shocked. "Helping you," he replies as he unbuttons your pants. "Hey now, I got it. I am quite capable of undressing myself, thank you very much," you say pushing his hands away. He looks at you, smiling. "But it isn't as much fun for me but as you wish. I will leave you to your bath, darling," He says, smirking as he walks out the door, gently shutting it behind him. You shake your head at his antics tonight but you still can't help giggling as you finish what he started; undressing. Slowly, slipping into the tub; the warm water caressing your skin as you. The music leaks through the door as you indulge in bubbles, playing with them like you did when you were a kid; pushing them back and forth. The door cracks open and his voice drifts in. "Anything I can get for you?" he asks. "I'm good, thanks though," you reply. The door closes and you are left alone again in the candle light and bubbles. You spend more a half an hour relaxing in the bath. The stress and tension that you didn't realize you had fades away with the warmth of the water. You are not sure you really want to get out but the water is getting cold and the bubbles are all gone. Sighing, you get out of the tub and dry off; you notice your comfy pjs hanging off the bathroom door. As you get dressed you realize that he must have put them in here for you and you smile. You wear these when you are feeling like just being comfy; these aren't your naughty pjs; which means that he isn't planning on anything freaky going on tonight. Slipping out the door you see him waiting patiently on the bed. Smiling, a little shyly, you walk into the bedroom. He stands up; taking you into his arms and kisses you, a deep, slow kiss that leaves you breathless. "Wow, thank you for tonight sweetheart," you say once you catch your breath. "Oh it's not over yet, darling," He says as he gently pushes you onto the bed. He rolls you over onto your stomach and his hands slowly trace down your back. "What do think you are doing?" you ask him. "I think I am going to give you a massage and then curl up next to you and fall asleep with you in my arms. Though if you want me to stop, I can ... all you have to do is ask nicely," he says as his fingers dig into your shoulders. You don't even bother to respond to that stupid question as you burrow deeper into the bed. His hands work your shoulders and then move on to your neck, his motions slow and sure as he needs your flesh. You are refraining from purring but you can't repress a sigh of pure contentment. The neck is one of your spots and he is working it, playing you like a flute. The hands move down your back as he places soft kisses along your shoulders and neck. You shiver in delight and bask in the attention as he slowly works your muscles. It has been a while since someone treated you like this and you can't help feeling special and safe as his hands roam down your body. He works his way down the small of your back and down your butt. His fingers caressing and then digging into your flesh as the massage continue, all too soon for your tastes he done with your back. Gently rolling you over, he kisses you softly on the lips as his hands tenderly massage your front. Working on your shoulders, he goes down lower and lower kissing you on the lips and on the base of your throat. You struggle to not just melt but you can't help it as his fingers tease your skin. His fingers are like magic as the toy and tease you. His breath slides across your skin, heating you up in other ways but then way too soon for your tastes, he is done. "Bed time love," he whispers as he pulls up as he climbs in. "What?" you asked surprised. "Sleep time, you know nappy time but just longer," He says, grinning at you."You don't want to? You know?" you ask hesitantly. "Baby doll, you have had a long day and it would be nice to just sleep next to each other and relax," He says to you. You nod and slip into his arms, your back presses against his chest and his arms in circle you. For just a short bit, you try to sleep but you can't you can feel every inch of him pressed against you and you can't get your mind off of how good it feels, safe and comfortable. Rolling over gently, you silence his question with a kiss and what a kiss it turns into as you run your fingers through his hair. He responds to your desire, his tongue brushing across your lips as you part for a moment. Tenderly he pulls you closer to him and lifts your leg. He kisses you softly and tenderly as you feel him slide into you. He fills you up and slowly rocks inside you as you continue to kiss, deeply. You run your hands along his back, urging him on with your hands as you give into the passion you feel but over riding that passion, is this sense of contentment as you slowly make love to each other. His hand toys with your hair and strokes along your spine as gently trusts himself into and out of you. You shudder and gasp as you both continue to kiss and caress each other. Time seems to slow down as you get closer and closer to an orgasm of epic proportions and you pull him closer to you. Your fingers wrapped in his hair as your body shudders and low moan escapes as you orgasm. You kiss him passionately as he finishes inside you, a sigh escaping his lips as you nestle yourself against his chest. You drift off to sleep, amazed by the night of love you just had. His breath in your ear and you drift off to sleep. "I love you darling," he whispers, thinking you are already asleep. "Love you too sweetheart," you respond as you cuddle together. L.S. Apartment Ch. 02 The next part of the story, which is less romance and naughtier. All parties are above the age of eighteen. And this is too everyone that doesn't believe that deserve better than they get. * After that night of passion and care that he treated you to, he kept it with little surprises: a flower here, a silly story, or a poem. It was kind of exciting to see what he would do next; if he would that romantic or more than naughty. Either way, you always could count on his kiss melting you and giving you that warm feeling in your stomach. The only thing is that makes you hesitate, is that he gets home before you and has time to plot and plan. So as you stick your keys into the door and unlock it, you try to sneak into your apartment. Mainly, just trying to see what, if anything he has planned. But the place is dark and quiet. Your two puppies come bouncing out to say hello and get some love from you. Eva and Layla snuggle against your legs and lick your hands as you pet them. You aren't sure where he is tonight but not really concerned you go through your routine: feeding the dogs, studying and doing some work at home stuff. After that is all done, several hours later, you are wondering what happened to him. The two of you had plans tonight and you were supposed to watch a movie together and he is never ever late or fails to call. He is just that type of polite guy which is unusual for the guys you date. Many of them are inconsiderate tool boys. You send a text to his cell but you here it chime in the other room. Weird, I didn't think he left his phone here, you think to yourself. You head into the bedroom, see his phone on the night stand and a note next to it. Going over and picking up the note, it has a sort message. "Don't wait up, darling I am sorry but I will be late tonight," it says in his shitty handwriting. You sigh and strip down; you glance at some of his stuff and right then a wicked thought crosses your mind. Grabbing a pair of his boxers and one of t-shirts you quickly dress in them. Enjoying the way his clothes feel and smell on you, you go back out to draw and chill. You let your mood and thoughts drift as you draw on one of your many sketch pads. It is crazy that you care about him, considering how you met but you can't help it and neither can he; both of you are completely insane for even considering this relationship on any kind of serious basis but as he said... there was obliviously something you both wanted, needed and found in each other. Smiling at the thought of him, you decide to go back to work. It isn't fun all the time but it pays the bills and it is something you can do from home. In fact it how you too met... online, you refrain from rolling your eyes but that is the truth. You stayed up late and chatted too many times to ignore the connection that formed but it had just started out a game and some distractions as you worked. You discovered a lot about him and yourself as you talked and one thing led to another and here you both are, trying something out. You worked but you couldn't help wishing that he was on with you to talk to and make it go faster but no you had to suffer through it alone. A few hours later and many, many rude people there is a knock at your door. Shutting down your computer, you peek through the peep hole to see his smiling face. He is almost always smiling or grinning; just a naturally happy person, why you aren't sure but you are jealous at times. You open the door and he steps in. He reaches out and cups your face in his hands then proceeds to kiss you with such longing that it makes your body shiver. He pulls away after what seems to be an eternity and smiles at you. "Hi darling, sorry I am late," he says still smiling, his deep green eyes reflecting an obvious desire for you," I had to find something but I got lost and it was a long day of wandering for me." "Its okay, sweetheart, but did you find what you were looking for?" You say, resting your hands on his wrists. "Oh everything I was and a couple of things I wasn't even searching for but the best part of the day was riding the trains around. Got to love a train," He says, smiling like a kid. That happens to be one of the best parts of him is his almost child like glee and silliness. He is very much an adult but nothing seems to have squashed his enjoyment of the random and pointless. You forward and kiss him lightly on the mouth, soft and gentle. You slide your arms around him and pull yourself closer as his right hand runs through your hair and the left slides down your back. Your own hands struggle to pull him closer but the two of you are already melded together so you slide then under his shirt and rack your long finger nails across his skin. Abruptly, he breaks the kiss and his hands capture your wrists; pulling your hands away from his body, he stares into your eyes. "What do you think you are doing darling?" He asks you, quietly yet firmly. "Um...," you respond, you shiver slightly as you meet his gaze. He smiles at you, impishly, and sweeps you up into his arms. He moves you to the couch and sets you on to it. Standing over you, he runs his fingers through you hair; his finger tips brushing gently across your ears. His touches sending sparks through out your body and you glance shyly up at him. It is almost disconcerting to meet his gaze; he brings a passion to your life that you never experienced before and it is almost unnerving to meet his desire filled gaze. You reach up and place your hands against his chest and slide them down his body; you bring them to rest on his belt. You glance at him shyly as you start to undo it; you barely get it unbuckled when he grabs your wrists. "What do you think you are doing, darling?" He asks, almost in a growl. You look away and you know that his mood is going to be fun tonight. He grabs your wrists and pulls your hands above your head. Reaching behind him, he pulls out a pair of handcuffs. You start to struggle but he pins you down to couch; you arms are trapped above your head as he puts the restraints around your wrists, locking them down. Keeping your hands above your head, he starts exploring your body with his free hand. Teasing you, running his hand across your breasts and down your stomach; he uses the cuffs to force you to lie down on the couch. His hands continue to tease and touch your body. His lips caress your neck, kissing and nibbling on your skin. He works his way down your neck and kisses the base of your throat. As he continues his exploration of your body, you start to squirm under his attention but you are trying to contain it because you know that will just encourage him to tease you more. You struggle to get your hands free so at least you can put your arms around him even while handcuffed. Wise to that little trick, he pushes your hands back down. "Now, now, darling one, behave yourself or I will be forced to punish you," He says smiling at you. Not really caring about that you lift your head and kiss him, trying to overwhelm his control with passion but he just kisses you back and never stops his tease. "You look good in my clothes baby doll but I don't remember saying you could wear them," He tells you. "I know but I wanted to be near you and you weren't here," you say, defensively. "Awwww, that is so cute little one but still I think you need to be taught a lesson about ownership," He says grinning but managed to still sound stern. He pulls the boxers off with one hand, not too gently. He, then, pushes your t-shirt up all the way over your head and to your bound wrists. You kick and struggle against both of these actions but he ignores your struggles only pausing to pin parts of you down with his own body. Naked before him, you bring your legs up trying to catch him and push him away from you or at least trap him some how. He ducks and dodges your legs and ends up pinning your legs down by the simple solution of sitting on you. "You are really asking for a spanking darling, now behave yourself or I will," He says. You are tempted to keep struggling just so he will spank you but instead you decide to play it meek until you have opportunity to turn the tables on him. You shiver at the look he is giving your naked body. His free hand traces your tattoo and then goes along the rest of your skin, his fingers following a pattern in his mind. He brushes your inner thigh and moves up it until gets close to your pussy which he jumps over to go down your other thigh. You let out a little sound of disappointment and squirm trying to get him to touch you there but he just smiles smugly at you and continues to run his finger tips along your flesh teasing his way upward around your nipples. You buck your hips as he caresses you trying to get him off and allow you end your delicious torment. His hand slides up to your throat and his hand rests gently around it as he pushes you down hard on the couch. You continue to struggle to get free but his hand tightens on your throat, lightly choking you until you settle back down. "Behave!" he commands you as he points at you. You attempt to bite his finger but he pulls it back so you settle for sticking your tongue out at him, knowing that will just further provoke him. Growling at you, he stands up and pulls you up off the couch. You are a little surprised by that but you try to press up against him and kiss him but you are pulled off balance by him, suddenly taking a seat. He pulls you down across his lap, belly down and ass in the air. His fingers tangle in your hair and pull on it as he settles you on his lap. You moan a little, unwilling as you feel his other hand caress your ass slowly; knowing that all too soon that caress will turn into pain, you tense up as his hand leaves. Bringing it down sharply, he spanks you hard. You gasp and shiver a little as he counts out his spanks. He alternates between hard spanks and soft taps; you never know which will land. His hand contacts your naked skin twenty times before soothingly touching your red and traumatized butt. The hand slowly sliding along your ass down your thighs and you shiver. "Why did you do that?" you ask quietly. "You know why and you know you enjoyed it baby," he replies. "No, no I didn't," you state, knowing that you are lying to him. His hand slides between your legs, stroking your dripping, wet, pussy. You are so turned on and you want him so badly but you know that he is control and you revel in it. Two fingers are pushed inside you as he pulls on your hair, making you gasp and shiver with pleasure as he teases your little pussy. You struggle to contain yourself at his touch and whimper as you get closer and closer to cumming but you know he will be mad if you finish before gives you permission. Suddenly he pulls his fingers out of you and lifts you up off him pushing onto the couch. Holding onto the handcuffs with one hand he finishes undoing his belt and pushes down his pants with the other, grins at you as he pulls out his hard cock and shows it to you. Grabbing your hair, he pulls your face closer to it and runs the head of his cock along your lips. You open your mouth and take him deep inside you, sucking and then teasing the head with your tongue. His hand in your hair, stroking your neck and your hair; you try to make lose that annoying self-control of his and just give you what you want. You fail. He pulls your mouth away and kneels down and kisses you softly. His lips are soft and sure against yours, making you moan into his mouth. He pushes you back and leans forward, kissing your inner thigh and working his way up to your pussy. You feel his hot breath go across your skin and then his tongue flicks out against your pussy. Then, his tongue goes inside while is lips rub against your clit as he probes your wet pussy with his tongue. You writhe against his face as he continues to lap and suck on your naughty place. He keeps teasing you with starting and stopping his pleasuring of your pussy. You try to grab his head with your handcuffed hands but he pulls on the cuffs keeping you under his control. "Please sweet heart, I want you," You almost plead with him. He looks up at you, smiling smugly as he pushes his fingers inside you. He stares into your eyes as his thumb strokes your clit as his fingers work in and out of you. "Oh I don't know if I believe you," He says to you. "Please baby, I want you and I need you. Please fuck me." You gasp and shudder as he takes his time to play with your pussy. You barely can contain yourself as you close your eyes to concentrate on your own self control. His fingers disappear from your pussy and you feel his hard cock take their place inside you. You moan and wrap your legs around him as he pushes himself deep inside you and then slowly pulls back out. He holds your hands above your head pinning them against the couch. His lips find yours as he thrusts himself inside you again and again. Pounding you into the couch you struggle to pull him deeper and closer to you. It is so much his actions and the control he exerts over you that brings you closer and closer to cumming. "Please sir, may I cum?" you beg him. "Yes, baby doll, cum for me," he tells you. Almost with that statement, you moan and lock your legs around him; pinning his body against yours with him deep inside of you. Your orgasm ripples through you and you tighten up as you feel him his cum splash inside you; his cock jerking and he shudders as he kisses you with all the heat that is between you. Holding onto each other you slowly and deeply kiss until he frees your hands from the cuffs. "You are such a good girl, darling," He says to you. "Thank you, sweet heart," you reply. He picks you up and carries you to your room. "Now you can wear my boxers," he says smiling. L.S. Apartment Ch. 03 Chapter 3 --The End of the Tale. All parties are above the Age of 18 and willing. This is the final part of the tale of L.S. Apartment, again dedicated to a woman that needs to know that good guys exist that can be naughty at heart. * You awake the next day still wearing his t-shit and boxers. Noticing that the other side of the bed is unoccupied; you look around the room. Still very tired, you roll over and cocoon yourself in all of the blankets. Who know how much later it is when you feel the bed shift and the blankets being moved off of you. You feel lips press yours in a slow, sensual kiss. You melt into it, unwilling to open your eyes as you wrap your arms around him. You feel his weight on you as he puts more of his body on the bed. He keeps the connection to your lips, kissing you slowly yet passionately. Your covers leave your body; his strong hands caress your skin as the boxers are pulled off of you. His lips move against yours as one of his hands spread your legs apart. You feel yourself being teased as his hand slides along your skin, touching your pussy firmly but tenderly as well. You shiver at his caress. He breaks the kiss to run his lips along your neck up to your ear. You can almost sense his smile. "Poke, poke... good morning sunshine," He whispers in your ear. You giggle at your inside joke but it turns into a gasp as he slides his cock into you. His hand slides his cock into you. His hand slips underneath you, touching the small of your back. His lips meet yours again as he slow, deliberately thrusts in and out of you. You feel his body tense as your hands run along his body, caressing his skin. You are almost distracted by his self control in his slow pace. His passion and desire radiates out of him and into you but his will power dominates his actions. You wrap your legs around him trying to force him to fuck you harder but he ignores your encouragement, keep his slow and steady pace. His kiss is leaving you breathless and turning you on more and more. The two of you are both wishing to kiss and consume each other as your desire for each other expands and multiplies. Your fingers knead the flesh of his back as his maddening self-control continues to thrust his cock in and out of your very wet pussy. Morning sex has always been your thing and, apparently, his as well. "Oh, god, yes..." you moan out as his thrusts go deep inside you and slowly draw back out. With one arm supporting him, his other hand tilts your head and he places kisses and then bites into your neck. You feel that smug self-control slip, a little as he kisses, sucks and bites your neck. "Please fuck me harder...," you gasp out, some of it from pain but mostly from pleasure. "As you wish darling," He whispers into your ear, followed by his lips and tongue brushing your ear. You dig your long finger nails into his back, drawing a little blood through the scratches. He growls into your ear and he picks up his pace, slamming his hard cock into you. You rake up and down, using your nails like spurs to force him deeper, faster and harder. His willpower slips as you do this and he fucks you exactly the way you want. Gasping and moaning almost in time with his gasps and growls; you move your hips in counter point to his thrusts bringing you together with greater force. "You feel so good, baby," He says," your pussy is so tight." "OH fuck me harder, please, you cock fills me up," you moan and almost scream out. You lose yourselves in each other, swept up and carried by the passion and this need to possess the other. Your kisses fuel and fan those desires as you almost mash your lips to his and you come closer and closer to a great orgasm. "Yes, yes, ye....," You trail off as you cum on his cock. Your hands clench as you finish, your nails digging into his back, causing him to growl, loudly, and plunges a final deep thrust inside your pussy. You have finally broken his self-control. He kisses you softly and slides off the bed. He smiles down at you and runs his fingers through your hair. You sit up and kiss him, tenderly. "I almost have breakfast ready," He tells you," I just have to finish cooking it but I'm sure you would want to help." He smiles, a big shit eating grin at you, knowing your cooking skills aren't the greatest. "Fuck you, old man," You say with no heat in your voice. "I just did that, darling, maybe later," He says, chuckling. He moves off and picks up a towel; returning back to you, he presents it to you with a smart ass bow. You grab the towel, smiling and shaking your head at his behavior. It is uncanny on what he remembers; you mentioned what a bastard your ex fuck buddy was and how he failed to provide a towel to clean off his cum. "If you want darling, you can take a shower and breakfast will be served," He says as he walks of your bedroom. You get up and hop into your shower. Smiling with a satisfaction that only morning sex can bring to you, you enjoy a nice relaxing shower. Toweling off, you go back into your bedroom to get dressed. You get into some comfortable clothes and wander out into your kitchen. He is cooking pancakes as you walk up, flipping them over. You stand on your toes and kiss his neck as you come up behind him. He turns around and kisses you softly on the forehead. "Did you have a good shower?" he asks you. "Pretty good but my alarm clock was a better way to wake up," You reply, smiling naughtily at him. He chuckles and kisses you, this time on the lips. He turns back around and finishes cooking the pancakes. Gathering everything up, he brings it over to the table and sets it down. Smiling, he goes back to and gets out some juice and pours it into some glasses then brings those over to the table. You take a seat and look at the spread. Some eggs, bacon, toast and pancakes are what is for breakfast today and you smile as he sets the juice down in front of you. Leaning down, he kisses you softly and takes his seat afterwards. "Thanks for making breakfast," you say. "No problem, at least I know you ate better while I was here," he says, smiling. You catch a sad smile but it is quickly replaced by his usual impish smirk. You both knew that this little vacation was going to end but you are still happy that he came to visit. The few days he has been here has put a brighter picture on the world and shown you that there are decent guys out there, which can manage to be naughty and nice at the same time. Digging into the food, you both eat in silence as you glance shyly at him. You catch him doing the same. "So what is the plan today?" he asks. "Well I do have class later," you reply. "I figured but my plane leaves tonight so ... what would you like to do between now and class?" He asks you. "Well, not sure," you say. "How about we run around and explore and just see some of the city?" "Sounds good to me." "Good then I can buy you that dinner I promised you before class and the last thing you never had from a guy will be done," He says, grinning. "What did you do? Make a check list?" "Oh, nope, I just remember, darling." "Sure, sure," you say, shaking your head. After breakfast you both leave and wander the city. You have been here a couple of years and it's really nothing new to you but he seems to be like a kid. He looks around and explores, dragging you with him as he goes into shops and buildings and rides on the trains. It is a fun day and both of you have a great time. All too soon the though, it is getting closer and closer to class time. He notices you glances at your phone and realizes it is time for dinner. Leading you into a random small restaurant, he quickly gets you both seated and menus in hand. "Have you ever eaten here before?" He asks you. "Nope, I barely know where we are," you reply smiling. "Good," he says, though you see a sparkle of a naughty thought in his eye. It turns out to be an Italian restaurant and you both order lasagna with side salads. The food is good and you talk and talk about really nothing but it is fun all the same. Both of you seem to be avoiding the fact he is leaving and that you are going to class shortly; it has been a fun and interesting couple of days. Neither of you really want it to end but he has to leave and you have to be in school and here so it is goodbye soon enough. After you eat and enjoy some nice tiramisu for desert, he pays the check; leaving a fairly big tip for the waiter and stands up. Holding out his hand to you and once you take it; he drags you back into the bathroom. Locking the door behind you, he pins you against the wall kissing you and caressing your body. "What are you doing?" you ask, pulling your face away from his. "I think you know, darling," He says and then kisses your neck and your throat. "What if we get caught?" "We get thrown out and we never come back here but since you never have eaten here before you shouldn't have a problem with that." "But..." He silences your protests with kisses and quickly pushes down your pants, dragging your panties with them. He puts his hand over your mouth as he kisses your neck, pushing himself between your legs. You feel his cock pushing against your pussy as he keeps you pinned up against the wall. This turning you on: the sex in a public place, his hand on your mouth and his insistence are all combining to make you wet for him. He easily slips his hard dick into you and fucks you against the wall. You gasp into his hand and moan but it is muffled as he strokes his cock in and out of you. He seems seriously intent on fucking you hard and fast. You can already feel it building up inside you which just turns you on more and more. It is crazy to think how well he knows after only a short time but he does and it is such a good feeling. His passion and desire for you are unmatched and his willingness to be completely freaky makes you so hot. Lost in these thoughts and feeling you feel yourself cum and you scream a little into his hand. He picks you up and sets you on the sink as he continues to pound your pussy. A knock on the door is ignored by both of you. He pulls on your hair as he merciless slams his cock into you, making you want to cum again. Fucking you on the hard sink and the hair pulling brings you back to the point of no return as you feel him cum inside you. That is the final blow to you and your orgasm ripples through your body for the second time in a short time. You lean your head against him, still quivering and gasping. He removes his hand from your mouth and kisses you. "I know this isn't the movies but I figured it would work for now," He says, smiling tenderly at you. "Thank you," you manage to say. "My pleasure, darling one," He replies. A more insistent knock hammers the door and he glances at it and quickly pulls up his pants. You hop off the sink and get your pants back on as well. "Just a minute, keep your pants on," He yells out, smirking at you. "Come on buddy," a male voice yells through the door. Seeing that you are ready, he grabs your hand and opens the door. You both rush past the guy as he stares in shock and you realize that the scent of sex is heavy on the air as you leave the bathroom. You are blushing and you notice so is he as he leads you out of the restaurant and onto the street. Quickly, flags down a cab and you both take a rid back to your apartment complex; you still holding hand as you drive through the city. Throwing money at the driver, he motions for you to get out and he follows quickly. You glance at your cell, noting you barely have enough time to get to class and he is going to be cutting close to get to the airport time with enough time to get through security. He smiles at you as you pull him along to your apartment, taking the elevator up. You grab him and kiss him the entire way, barely noticing the door open he pushes you out, returning your kiss. You bump against your door, hearing your two dogs bark inside: Eva and Layla. You come out of the kiss barely breathing and grinning at him. He shakes his head, almost sadly. "What?" you ask him. "Nothing just going to miss you, a little more than I thought," he replies. You smile, shyly and look into his eyes. You just see his admiration and sincerity shining through the deep green eyes of his and you glance quickly away. You manage to unlock the door and get inside he follows you, giving you a quick spank on the butt. You yelp in surprise and spin around into his arms as he kisses you. "Bastard," you tell him once the kiss is over. "Nope I know who my father is," He replies with a grin. "Sure, you do," you say smiling back. He always manages to make you smile and laugh. It is a good thing. He walks around you and grabs his bag out of your room bringing it out. He sets it down and roots in it for a moment. Pulling out the handcuffs, he used on you last night; he holds them out to you. You look at them and then him and then back. "Keep them, I want you too and plus I don't want to explain them to airport security," He says to you. "Ok," You say as you take them. He takes you into his arm and kisses you softly and passionately. "This has been wonderful and I am going to miss you but we will still talk online and I hope you understand now darling," he tells you. You nod it is all you can manage at the moment. "Now once I leave here, give me five minutes and check your bedroom. Don't do it before please darling as a favor to me. I will miss you and I hope you have a good day at class," He says kissing your cheeks then your forehead and finally your lips. This kiss is intense and your stomach quivers a little as you feel this desire for something deep inside you. "Goodbye, little one," He says as he opens the door and slips out. You try several times to say something but nothing comes out. He smiles at you and tilts his head down, a small bow to you and he shuts the door. You stand there a moment, breathing hard. "Goodbye, sweetheart, I'm going to miss you," you whisper to the closed door. A little sadly you absently pet your dogs as you walk into your room. Sitting on the bed is a single red rose and folded below it is a sheet of paper. Picking you the rose and the paper, you put the flower to your nose and inhale deeply and smile. Taking your time you open the paper and read it. Darling, I'm so glad you trusted yourself and me as well to let me visit you. I just wanted you to know that this trip has meant more than you can know and so has your friendship. If we never speak again or see each other again just know you have found a special place in my heart and that someone, somewhere will miss you, yet will wish you all the best. Good Guys exist, so keep the faith. Also in my tradition here is a poem for you, enjoy. Sparks of truthGuide us downOur PathsLighting the wayLike beacons of hopeWill' wisps danceAcross our visionOf our futureFrom the pastOur own personalMessengers of will. You smile but yet you choke back a few tears as you fold the piece of paper back up and put it in your pocket as you get ready for school. Keeping the rose with you as you leave your apartment going back to your life, the thing that occupies your thoughts is that final smile he gave you and you wish you could see it again. Closing the door on your L.S. Apartment, you wish for a moment that life was different. I hope you all enjoyed this and the woman that is about has managed to make me want to write a lot which in itself is unusual. I hope you liked it darling and if you ever want to talk you know how to get a hold of me. I hope you do because you are missed, even though this is a work of fiction, part of me hopes to make it a reality. If not be well and know that where there is life there is hope.