0 comments/ 23673 views/ 4 favorites Opened and (Dis)Played Ch. 01 By: nipplesandlace When I met Carlos, I was fed up with men and scared of having sex. You see, I was very inexperienced when I got married, my husband took my virginity on our wedding night. How was I to know that I was supposed to be wet with my own desire when he entered me, instead of dry and frightened? And so I spent the two years of my miserable married life thinking it was normal that men spat on their cocks to lubricate them before sticking them in their wives without so much as a by-your-leave. Or worse, demanded that their wives sucked them until they were wet enough to make penetration comfortable for their men. Fortunately, he was a busy man and on the road a lot, thus I did not have to suffer his attentions much. It was almost a relief to open the door to two police officers one night and accept their news without flinching. He was dead. After getting drugged up and drunk with a whore in a hotel room, her pimp mugged and killed him. After taking care of the seemingly endless paperwork and formalities, I decided to go on a prolonged holiday in order to relax and find out what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. I was only twenty-two and had a lot of time to start over. Without a man to hurt me by shoving his dick inside me every time he felt like it. Because I was not looking for company, I avoided all the usual package holiday destinations and picked a small village on the Atlantic coast of Spain. I was not planning to bathe or tan much, I just wanted endless hours of walking the beach alone with my thoughts. Arriving at the village on the back of a pickup truck, the driver of which had kindly consented to give me a lift, I felt a little dishevelled and kept on swiping my blonde, shoulder-length hair to stop it from flopping into my face all the time. I knew better than to go into the bar looking for information, but soon found a little corner shop. In reply to my enquiry about available accommodation, the old lady behind the counter shouted for her son to come to the front of the shop because I had trouble understanding her rapid Spanish. Dark curls damp from perspiration and deep brown eyes flashing with mischief, Carlos appeared from out of the storeroom. He explained that his mother had a small house in the next side street that she rented out to visitors and offered to show it to me. His hand was callused and hot when he shook mine in greeting. Like a gentleman, he helped me out of the straps of my backpack and carried my luggage. I did notice his glance at my blouse that gaped a little over my modest cleavage when I shrugged out of the backpack. That look was very interested and I resolved to be careful around him. The little house was ideal for my purposes, well equipped with a complete kitchen on the ground floor, a cool bedroom with wooden shutters and bathroom on the first floor above that a rooftop veranda with a waist-high wall around it. Quickly, I concluded the deal with Carlos and he left me with a lingering gaze that seemed to touch my body everywhere, that I could almost feel as it brushed my lips, swept over my breasts, took in my slim waist, narrow hips and long, slender legs. I was not used to such attention, my figure was normally far too boyish to interest the men. Especially the good-looking ones with the flashing white smiles, the strong shoulders and the lean hips like Carlos. Within minutes I forgot about Carlos and luxuriated under the hot stream of water from the shower, rolling my shoulders and relaxing them after carrying the backpack for over an hour before the pickup came along. I wanted to go out and explore the beach but the sun was baking hot, so I decided on an afternoon nap instead. It felt to me as if I had slept only a few minutes when a loud knocking on the front door woke me. I wrapped a large beach towel around my naked body and went to investigate. It was my landlady who wanted to see whether I was all right and invite me to the village festival on the beach that night. There was to be fresh fish grilled over charcoal fires, lots of red wine and music. She explained patiently that Carlos could not accompany her because he would be coming back late from an errand he had to run to Algeciras and would probably stay the night there with a cousin. What could I do? I picked my landlady, Maria, up at 9 PM and we went down to the beach. I had procrastinated over what to wear and finally decided on a pair of jeans and a top with spaghetti straps with a light jacket over it in case it got colder. Everybody at the party seemed to be related to Maria and she introduced all the cousins, nephews, nieces and assorted siblings to me until my head swam and I was unable to take any more in. The food was delicious, redolent with garlic and spices, the sweet taste of really ripe tomatoes along with the tangy wine was heavenly. Soon, I was pleasantly light-headed from the wine and the music of rumbling guitars. I danced with all the uncles and nephews and brothers, most of them had friendly, wrinkly smiles and few teeth. Out of breath, I went away from the fires and the noise a little and sat down to rest on the soft, cooling sand. Here, the music of the waves reached my ears and I could see the stars twinkling, the moon rising blood red, leaving a rippling path on the smooth water. I was so absorbed with the beauty of the scenery that I did not notice Carlos until he sat down beside me, uncomfortably close, but at the same time not close enough. With a deep breath disguised as a sigh, I inhaled the intoxicating male scent of his body while he looked at me with an intensity that made me fight an impulse to squirm. My brain told me to run away but my body wanted him to touch me. I did not know what to do and while the wine slowed my reflexes and my thinking, Carlos kept on caressing me with his gaze. "Why are you afraid of me, Alex?" He asked. I only just managed to stop myself from replying "I'm not," although the retort was on the tip of my tongue. There was no need to look stupid as well as appearing a coward to him. "I came here to be alone. It's nothing personal to do with you." I replied instead. "Do you want me to go away?" Carlos said softly, the mesmerising gaze of his dark brown eyes searching mine for the truth. My mouth was about to lie, to say, "Yes, leave me to my thoughts," but before I could speak, I was shaking my head. With a pleased smile, he settled more comfortably into the soft sand and we talked for a while, about everything under the sun. After a while, Carlos noticed that I rolled my shoulders every now and then, the muscles were still a bit sore from the backpack. I tensed when he got up and moved closer to me, sitting behind me and drawing my back against his chest. But his hands felt so warm and gentle on the skin of my shoulders that I began to relax in spite of the warnings my brain tried to send me. First he kneaded and stroked the muscles in my neck, until my head lolled on my chest like that of a rag doll, it felt so good to have the tension stroked and coaxed out of them by his hot, insistent hands. Then he drew my head back against him and slid his strong hands down to my shoulders, his fingers finding the bunched-up fibres and making them let go with gentle persuasion. I did not even flinch when he drew the straps of my top and bra off my shoulders, letting them slip down my arms. It was not long before I was ready to fall asleep, feeling his warmth against me, his chest shifting as he breathed, his heart beating against my back. But then something changed, subtly, drawing me out of my relaxed stupor. The change was not in him, it was in me. I wanted him to touch more of me, wanted to feel his arms around me, wanted what I had never in my life wanted so badly before, his hands on my breasts, on my skin. It was definitely time for me to go home, I had obviously had more wine than was good for me. But if only he would slide his hands down to cup my breasts, just to let me feel the heat of his skin there. I had to get away from there. As I imagined what his hands could do to me, my nipples rose and hardened, showing through my bra and top and I felt as weak as a kitten. I had to pull myself together and leave before I made a fool of myself. "Thanks a lot." I said, embarrassed that my voice was shaky and rough, hoping he would take the hint and stop making me melt. Carlos slid his hands down my arms and I felt both relief and anguish at the thought that he was going to raise the straps of my clothing back to my shoulders. And it was with both relief and trepidation that I sensed his heat as he hesitated for a second before covering my breasts with his hands. I could not stop myself from arching into his touch, very slightly, but he felt the movement and exhaled sharply as if he had been holding his breath. He began to stroke me lightly, over my clothing, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples so softly that I barely felt it and longed for him to touch me more firmly. The breath I had been unconsciously holding hissed through my teeth and I realised that lack of oxygen was making me dizzy. I took a deep breath that made my chest heave and it encouraged Carlos to cup and knead my breasts, gently pinching my nipples between his fingers. I had never felt so good in my life, both the sensations Carlos was evoking in my body and the wine that coursed through my veins spread heat and longing all over me. Once more I arched into his hands and sighed, then gasped as he jerked both my top and bra down, exposing me to the cool night. I had never been bare out in the open and the feeling was both scary and exciting. Listening to the noise from the party I feared that somebody could come across us at any moment and tensed. But Carlos whispered in my ear, "You're beautiful Alex. Look at yourself, silvered by moonlight." Then he turned my face to him and kissed me, softly at first, then sliding his tongue into my mouth. We both tasted of wine as our tongues caressed and danced. Carlos's hands were back on my breasts, this time, at last, on my bare skin, hot and callused, exciting, arousing me until I moaned into his mouth. Nothing mattered any more except Carlos, kissing him, tasting him, feeling his hands on my breasts ignite a fever in me that I had never known before. "Turn around, Alex." He said, guiding me to straddle his lap, my hands on his shoulders, my groin tight against his. One of his arms held me tight at the small of my back, his other hand took my breast again, pinching and tugging my nipple now, flooding me with fire. He bent me back a little and lowered his mouth to me, just a teasing lick over my taut nipple at first, then the touch of his soft lips contrasting with the much rougher treatment from his fingers. When he drew my nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, I groaned and shuddered with a climax that boiled through my body for what seemed like forever as Carlos continued to please my breasts. I gasped for breath as Carlos drew me into his arms and held me tight, kissing my neck and shoulder, stroking my back with soothing gentleness as I heaved for breath. "Thank you." Carlos whispered. I raised my head from his shoulder to look at him. "I should thank you. That was... I mean, I've never felt like that... not with a man, not at all." I stammered. "Thank you for trusting me." He said. "And if a man has never made you come like that, then the men you've been with are dickless losers. It's a pity one only ever finds out such things when it's too late, right?" His smile was irresistible, I had to smile back. "Let's get you dressed and back home." Carlos went on. "May I see you tomorrow?" I must have looked at him as if he had lost his mind. "Aren't you... Don't you... want to...?" I was stuttering again. Once more, Carlos gave me his charming smile and interrupted me by taking my hand and placing it on his groin. He pushed against my hand softly, making me feel him, thick and rock hard under his pants, making me feel the moisture that we had both left to seep into the material. "Just because you have given me the hard-on of the millennium, it doesn't mean I have to use it right now." He said. " I want you very much and I'll take you when we're ready. When we've had time to discover each other. When I've made you come many times." His voice was rough and full of hunger, it made me tingle all over and my nipples were tight again, longing for Carlos's fingers, for his mouth. We held hands as he walked me home in silence. To be continued... Opened and (Dis)Played Ch. 02 This chapter is for SimonSays1 with my thanks for his patient encouragement... * Although I had gone to bed feeling happy and relaxed after kissing Carlos good-bye, the nightmare came back that night. What is supposed to be a happy occasion for every girl, the wedding night, had indeed been an ordeal for me and it often came back to haunt my sleep. The dreams were always so realistic, such exact replicas of the real thing, that I regularly woke up bathed in sweat with tears of pain and humiliation running down my cheeks. Apart from a bit of hasty and reluctant groping that I had endured from the two "boyfriends" my own age that I had had before I married Kevin I was totally clueless about sex. Kevin was thirty-one and ecstatic to get a virgin of twenty in return for a promise to my dying mother that he would always take care of me. He was a smooth talker, charming when he wanted to be, and very persuasive. Because I could never leave my mother's side for longer than an hour or two at a time until she died, Kevin and I had never had a chance to have sex before we got married in a sad little ceremony at the registrar's. Then there were the inevitable drinks with Kevin's pals, before we went home. I was tingling with anticipation and scared of what was to come at the same time. As I had been a loner both at school and at work, I really did not know what to expect, the other girls had never shared their experiences with me. Oh, sure, I knew the basics and the technicalities, but no more. Kevin slammed the door of the flat behind us and grabbed me roughly around my waist with one arm, his other hand settling on the collar of my blouse and ripping downward, scattering buttons in every direction. "Let's see what I got myself here," he said, pulling the sides of the garment apart. "Wait, please, Kevin..." I stuttered, confused and frightened by his behaviour. "I've had enough of fucking waiting, now it's time for some fucking screwing." He laughed at his own crude joke, a spine-chilling sound, as he took hold of the front of my bra cups and wrenched them down, tearing the lace and the shoulder straps, leaving painful welts on my delicate skin. One of his fingernails had scratched my breast, the line that wept ruby beads of blood stood out starkly against my paleness. "Kevin, please, you're hurting me." I cried. He did not even bother to reply and continued to stare at my breasts. "Well, a bit more meat on you would be nice, but that can't be helped now." He said, kneading me hard and pinching my nipples roughly. I tried to back away from the pain but he shoved me against the wall, holding me there with the weight of his body. "You could at least pretend to like it after all I've done for your mum. Now it's your turn to reciprocate and thank me." Kevin went on, twisting my nipples brutally in case he did not already have my full attention. That was the moment when I began to hate him and resolved not to beg him. I had made a huge, disastrous mistake by marrying him but I was not going to allow him to break me. Moments later, my skirt was up around my waist and Kevin shoved my panties to the side between my legs. Cutting pain lanced through me as he speared two fingers inside me hard. I gasped but would not allow him the satisfaction of crying out. He withdrew his fingers and shoved them in again and again. "Come on, loosen up, for fuck's sake!" Kevin snarled, as I clenched my teeth against the pain. But I could not prevent a tear from spilling down my cheek and this seemed to infuriate him even more. Kevin ripped the crotch of my panties apart, leaving the tattered remains around my waist, then he pulled me away from the wall and dragged me into the living room. Pushing me face-down over the back of the sofa, he knelt on the seat, opened his fly and shoved his dick into my mouth. "Get it nice and wet, slobber on it, there's a good girl. It's in your own interest." He mocked. I gagged and fought nausea at his rank smell, at the fear of having to take this massive cock inside me when his mere fingers had already hurt me so, but he pulled out again before I was in serious trouble. Then he was behind me, trying to shove his dick into me. I struggled, but he was too strong, so I stuffed the knuckles of one hand into my mouth to stop myself from screaming. Finally, he managed to impale me on his cock, making me groan in spite of my resolve as he ripped my hymen, and began to thrust hard and fast. What had hurt me so turned out to be a blessing of sorts because finally my blood eased Kevin's passage and the searing pain dulled as he continued to fuck me. When he reached around me to maul my breasts and twist my nipples, I let the tears flow freely, but I did not cry out. At last he came, pinching my nipples even harder while the spasms shook him. A moment later, he pulled out and left me there without a word. He took me again that night, in our bed, but it did not hurt so badly because I was still slick with his semen and because the missionary position seemed to make it easier for me to take him in. The next day, I overheard Kevin talking to one of his pals on the phone. "...she's a frigid bitch," he said, and her tits are not what the Wonderbra promised either, but she'll serve until I find something better." That final humiliation was always the moment when I woke from my nightmares, unable to sleep again all night. But there was something different about this night. When I woke up, I got out of bed and climbed the short, steep stairs onto the roof-balcony, shivering a little in my sweat-dampened T-shirt and panties. A tiny line of red tinged the Western horizon where the sun would rise in a short while. I took a deep breath of the balmy air and rested my hips against the wall in order to watch the colours change in the sky. My thoughts returned to the previous night, to the way Carlos had made me feel, to the sizzling, melting delight he had spread through my body. My hands slid up to stroke my own breasts while I remembered how he had touched me. With a burning blush, I realised that I was out in the open on the balcony and quite visible from the street, so I dropped my hands and just watched the sunrise. As we had agreed, Carlos came to pick me up at 1 PM for a walk on the beach. He had three hours of siesta time off from the shop and I was flattered that he wanted to spend the time with me. Carlos stepped from the glaring sunshine of the street into the cool dimness of the shuttered house, slipping his arms around me and lowering his lips to mine for a languid kiss. His mouth tasted delicious, the skin of his bare arms was hot under my hands and he smelled like the shop, of soap and spices. As Carlos let his tongue slide deeper into my mouth, I wrapped my arms around him and stroked his back, explored the ridges and muscles there. He did the same for me, his hands skimming over the thin fabric of the halter-top dress I was wearing with my bikini-top underneath. As he was drawing me closer to him, kissing me hard, I never realised that Carlos had undone the clasps at the back and the neck-strap of my bikini top before he tugged it out from under my dress. "You won't need that." He murmured, his voice a little rough. "We're not going sunbathing." "But what will people say, I mean..." I protested weakly but the mere idea of going out through the village and down to the beach without a bra on under my dress felt deliciously naughty. "Trust me." Carlos coaxed, then he knelt on one knee and reached under the skirt of my dress, sliding his hot hands up the outsides of my thighs until he touched the fabric of my bikini pants. Gently, he took hold of the flimsy garment and drew it down, stroking my legs down to my ankles. "Step out of them, we won't be needing them either." He said. "But, why?" I inquired, feeling very agitated now. "You'll see." Carlos replied, "trust me." I hesitated, the hem of my dress reached only to mid-thigh and the wind here on the Atlantic coast could get wicked. The last thing I wanted was to flash everybody in the village. But on the other hand I could not resist the look in Carlos's dark eyes. He really wanted me to trust him. By the time we reached the beach, all but deserted by holiday makers at this hour of the day, I was a nervous wreck, but as soon as we were more or less out of sight of the village and the few tourists, I began to relax. Carlos had his arm draped across my shoulders, mine was wrapped around his waist. We talked about a wide range of subjects, but mostly Carlos told me about his family and his mother's struggle to survive with her little shop against the competition of the supermarkets that were popping up like mushrooms in the adjacent towns. As we strolled further and further away from the village, along the wet sand, with the waves lapping over our bare feet, a feeling of contentment came over me, that I had not had for many years. And besides that, I was feeling deliciously alive and full of energy. I had to admit that part of this feeling was due to Carlos's persuading me to defy propriety and go without underwear, feeling the breeze touch me in very unusual places. Just as Carlos began to lead me away from the water to a high sand dune where he suggested we take a little rest, a helicopter clattered noisily along the beach from the direction of the village. As I turned my head to look at it, the draft from the rotors lifted the skirt of my dress and whipped it up around my waist, giving the crew a good look at my bare butt. To my amazement, a loud, appreciative wolf-whistle emanated from the aircraft. Trying desperately to hold my dress down, I stared after the helicopter in shock. When I turned my eyes back to Carlos, he looked sheepish but I could see that he was struggling hard not to grin. "Trust me, right?" I said with a sarcastic note to my voice, but even I could not hold the stern expression for long and we both burst out laughing. "How could the helicopter whistle at me anyway?" "It's the coast guard." Carlos chuckled. "They have a loudspeaker on the outside of the aircraft with a microphone in the cockpit. Obviously, the pilot liked what he saw." With occasional fits of giggles slowing our progress, we scaled the dune and settled into the soft white sand in a small hollow at the top. Carlos dropped my bag and I hauled a large beach towel out of it, then a bottle of wine, one of mineral water and some sandwiches I had prepared. While we ate and sipped the wine, I enjoyed the heat of the sun that caressed my skin now that we were out of the wind and that seeped through my clothing to touch me and relax me. The wine, the beauty of our surroundings, Carlos's presence so close to me, all this conspired to arouse me until I felt my own wetness slicking my inner thighs. I had to find an excuse to call an end to the afternoon, or else I would embarrass myself terribly. Just then, Carlos placed his empty glass back into the bag and moved, once again seating himself behind me and wrapping me in his arms. Unable to resist, I leaned back into his embrace and we relaxed into each other's warmth. Just the same as the previous evening, I became aware of a subtle shift in the mood, and again, I traced it back to myself, my own longing to feel more of Carlos, to feel his hands on my body, on my skin. My heartbeat quickened, my nipples tightened with longing, very obvious through the flimsy material of my dress and even more fluid leaked out of me. I was at once ashamed of my body's reactions and too weak with my own need to make myself leave. Carlos nuzzled the back of my neck and began to place gentle, damp kisses there, sending shivers down my spine. I sighed and, unable to stop myself, took one of his hands from where they both rested on my stomach, and placed it on my breast, covering it with mine and moaning softly at the wonderful heat that spread from his touch. "Alex, you're amazing." Carlos whispered in my ear, now caressing both my breasts with his strong hands, while he continued to nibble at my shoulders. I felt a tug at the back of my neck and the halter top of my dress slid down my body, exposing my upper body to the sun, to the breeze, to Carlos's gaze. I felt his eyes on me, like a touch and I both revelled in it and fought an impulse to cover myself. Instead I turned my head to him in search of his lips and kissed him, giving him my hunger and drinking his while our tongues tangled together, wet, slippery, exciting. Carlos's hands covered my bare breasts, caressing lightly, raising goose-bumps on my skin in spite of the heat and making my nipples contract almost painfully. As I had last night, I arched into his touch, but with abandon this time. I raised one arm to wrap it around his neck, my fingers sinking into his thick curls, with my other hand, I reached back to touch him, sliding into the warmth between our bodies and stroking his abdomen. He took my breasts in his hands, then, kneading, tugging and pinching my nipples until I cried out with pleasure, giving him the sound of my need to swallow. His chest heaved against my back, his breath flowed over my face as I drank his gasp when my hand drifted down his hard stomach to explore lower, finding the hard ridge of his erection. Carlos's hands tightened on me, his caresses became rougher, more urgent, even more arousing. My heart beat like a drum inside my chest and my body wanted more, wanted him to pinch and tug even harder at my sensitive crests. I stroked his shaft through his clothing and got my wish. Carlos moaned into my mouth and his deft fingers took me to the edge where pleasure meets pain, drawing an answering moan from me. Both of us were heaving for breath and Carlos tore his mouth from mine. "Raise your skirt for me." He said, "Please. I need to see you." I wanted to do as he asked, I wanted his gaze to touch me all over. But there was all that shameful wetness all over my thighs and groin that my skirt covered. "Alex?" Carlos coaxed and I dropped the hand from around his neck to my thigh, beginning to draw the light fabric up. It was worse than I thought, I realised when my skirt was bunched up around my waist. My inner thighs glistened with moisture in the blazing sunlight. Carlos moaned softly in my ear and whispered, "You're gorgeous, so aroused, so beautifully wet." I swallowed and the breath I had been holding since I started raising my skirt hissed out of my lungs through clenched teeth. I had been sure he would be revolted by the sight of me, but he was very much aroused instead. I felt him harden even more and twitch under my hand where I caressed him. One of his hands left my breast, leaving me feeling deprived, and softly touched my inner thigh, making me open my legs for him. That was the moment when the helicopter returned, we had been far too distracted to hear its approach. This time, the sound of enthusiastic applause boomed from the loudspeaker. Carlos's hands were back on my breasts, twisting my nipples hard as I climaxed with a loud moan, shuddering against his strong body as he held me close. When my breathing had calmed a little, Carlos murmured, "Turn around for me." Like last night, I turned to straddle his lap, though this time it felt far more arousing as my naked, open crotch rested directly on the material of his pants over his erection. Once again, our lips touched and our tongues tangled. I longed to feel more of Carlos so I let my hands skim down his sides and under his T-shirt to feel his skin. He gasped into my mouth and then shivered against me when I drew the garment up and off over his head. I wrapped my arms around him tightly, eager to feel his smooth skin against mine. It felt far better than I could have imagined, hot and silky with firm muscles shifting underneath it as he moved against me. I revelled in the sensations of his hard abdomen against my softness, his hot chest against my breasts, his tongue deep in my mouth, thrusting as he moaned his pleasure. Carlos slid hands one of his hands around from my back to my breast, kneading me roughly, before closing his lips over my nipple and sucking hard. With his other hand he stroked my thigh, gently at first, then gripping tightly when I groaned in pleasure. I shifted back a little to give myself space between our bodies and Carlos took the opportunity to draw my other nipple into his mouth. As his hand stroked further up my thigh, I undid the button on his pants and slid the zipper down with trembling hands. Never had I wanted anything as badly as to feel him, to pleasure him. When I reached inside his clothing to touch him, Carlos froze for a moment, then his lips and teeth tugged even harder on my nipple while one of his hands slid up my thigh to rest on my hip, the fingers of the other dug into the softness of my breast. I freed him from the confines of his clothing and began to stroke him gently with both hands, moaning at the soft, silky texture of his skin, the steely hardness underneath, the wetness that slicked my fingers. Suckling even more roughly at my willing breast, Carlos pushed himself against my hands, telling me he needed more and I stroked harder, faster, sometimes curling the fingers of one hand around his balls and caressing them. When his whole body seemed to tighten, when I felt him fight for control, I squirmed out of his embrace and leaned down, to let him slide deep into my mouth. Mere seconds later, I was moaning as I drank his seed, sucking and licking him in my mouth, loving his taste. When Carlos's shudders ceased, he took hold of my shoulders and pulled me up his body, into his embrace. His lips crushed mine in a bruising kiss and his tongue pushed into my mouth, tasting me, tasting himself. Once more, his hands took my breasts, but soon, one of them stroked down my belly, the fingers raking through the hair of my mound as his mouth settled over the breast his hand had abandoned. When his teeth raked over my nipple and his hand cupped my groin, the first shudders of a new climax shook me and I groaned out my pleasure. Just then, Carlos slid a finger deep inside me, pushing me higher, making me scream. Another shudder shook me when he withdrew from me, leaving me aching for him. And another spasm sent waves of heat through me when Carlos slipped the finger that had been in me into his mouth to taste me as I had tasted him. It was my turn to kiss him hard, seeking my own flavour on his tongue. We took some time to recover in each other's arms but then it was time for Carlos to get back to work. We walked back to the village in silence, both preoccupied with our thoughts. I was shaken with the intensity of the sensations that Carlos had awakened in me, with the wantonness that he had unleashed. My nipples still throbbed showing, peaked and hard through my top, my thighs were still slick with my need for him. Before I knew it, we were at the door of my house and Carlos stepped inside, closing the door to kiss me in private. "I'll be back tonight," he said, "at about nine, after we close." I could barely wait, I wanted him so badly. To be continued... Opened and (Dis)Played Ch. 03 This chapter is for J. with lots of kisses ... Every day you inspire me. Thank you! ~~~~~~~~~~ By 9.05 PM I was waiting nervously for Carlos, all my insecurities chipping away at my self-confidence. I was wondering how I could ever have made myself believe that a handsome, attractive and obviously intelligent man could want me except perhaps to toy with occasionally when he had nothing better to do. After all, with his looks and charm, he probably had five girls to choose from every day of the week. A few minutes later, I was ready to go back upstairs and change out of my black dress when a car drew up in front of the house, a car door slammed and a knock sounded on my door. "I'm sorry I'm late." Carlos said holding out a basket of fresh fruit for me to take. "It took me a while to wheedle my mother into giving me the keys of the pickup." I stood back to let him into the house and he pushed the door shut behind him. The bright light from the kitchen reached the place where we were standing and I could feel his gaze rake over me. "You look stunning!" He said, wrapping his arms around me and bending his head for a kiss. I was so happy to see him, so pleased that all my worries had been for nothing that I couldn't think of a single thing to say. Leaning into his embrace, I responded to his kiss with a hunger that surprised us both. I had been wanting to see him, to feel his hands on me, his lips on mine since he left in the afternoon and I let it show. My earlier distrust of him had been unjustified and that shamed me, I did not want him to know just how unsure I had been. My hands were stroking his back and his strong shoulders, then down his arms and up his chest. I could not seem to get enough of touching him, exploring the landscape of his body. Our kiss deepened, tongues tangling, tasting and probing in a slick, heated dance. Carlos drew me closer to him, crushing me against him and letting me feel his hardness pressing into my belly. The wonder of the sensations, of touching and being touched, wanting and being wanted, of having the power to arouse Carlos, filled me with pleasure and with need for him. A low moan escaped me and Carlos sighed, his breath stroking softly over my cheek, then he drew back from our kiss. "I could kiss you all night," he said a little out of breath, just as I was, "but then we'd never get out of here." Just as I was going to ask why that seemed like such a bad idea to him, he went on, "Tonight, I want to take you out to Vejer, it's a historical town not far from here, you'll love it. We can have dinner and then go to a bar where they play some traditional music. How does that sound to you?" "Wonderful." I said, "I'm hungry so how must you be feeling after working hard all day?" Carlos laughed. "I'm fine, thank you. I had a bite to eat during the afternoon. But I want to show you one of my favourite places and I want to show you off on my arm because I'm proud to be going out with you!" I grinned at him in pleasure. "Let's go!" I said, full of the energy that the new, exciting stirrings in my body and my heart gave me. He turned to open the door, but then he hesitated. Shaking his head, he returned to me. "One more kiss," he said. "I can't resist." Eagerly I reached up to brush my lips over his, but very quickly we were devouring each other's mouths again, his teeth bruised my lower lip but I embraced the slight pain as a measure of his hunger for me. Carlos tried to pull away but I refused to let him, wanted to feel him crushed against me for one more moment, the sensation was just too wonderful. With a soft moan, Carlos gave in, drew me even closer and I replied with a deep sigh of my own. One of his hands slid from my butt up the side of my body to cover my breast, stroking gently and I pressed against him, anxious for him to touch me more firmly. The soft fabric of my dress caressed my skin under his fingers and my nipple tightened with longing. Shocking myself and pleasing Carlos, I raised my hand and drew the strap of my dress off my shoulder and down my arm, sliding the fabric out from under his hand. I moaned into his mouth with pleasure when I felt the rough heat of his palm on my skin and Carlos bit my lip with rising hunger. There was nothing I wanted more at that moment, than to give him what he had given me, such pleasure, such wonder. As we kissed and Carlos's fingers closed on my nipple, making me gasp, I opened a button on his shirt, then another and another so that I could slide a hand under the fabric, touch his hot skin, feel his heart beating under my caress. He pulled his mouth away from mine with an obvious effort. "What are you doing?" He asked, his tone rough with need when my fingernail scraped gently over his nipple. "Having my hors d'oeuvre," I whispered back, my own voice shaky and hoarse, "isn't that obvious?" As I spoke, I let my other hand stroke over the front of his pants, feeling him, hard, pushing against my caress. I responded by touching him more firmly and he sank back to lean against the door, his eyes blazing, his lips still damp from our kiss. "Alex." He said, and the way he spoke my name made my body tingle with need, because this tiny word betrayed how much he wanted me. Wrapping one of his strong hands around the back of my neck and drawing my mouth to his for another kiss, the fingers of his other hand continued to please my breast, pinching my nipple harder now with the rising of his own passion. I revelled in the sensations while I undid the button of his pants, then slid the zipper down in a slow, careful caress. Reaching into the gap between the pieces of fabric, I was surprised and pleased to find him naked under his jeans, hot, silky, hard, as I wrapped my fingers around him. Once more, his teeth nipped my lips as I began to stroke him, gently, exploring, loving the feeling of him, as he twitched in my hands. It was my turn to tear away from our kiss, I wanted, no, I needed to taste him. My lips wandered down his throat, nipping at the skin over his pounding pulse, slightly scratchy with the day's growth of stubble. I let my teeth rasp over the roughness and Carlos groaned, leaned his weight against the door as if his legs were refusing to support him. My lips and tongue explored his chest, tasting the slight saltiness of his skin and enjoying the goose bumps I was provoking while my hands slid into the waistband of his pants and shoved them off his hips and down to his thighs. Hardly recognising myself in the aggressive, self-assured person who now slid her tongue wetly down Carlos's abdomen, tasting, stroking, teasing, I lowered myself to my knees and wrapped my hands around his shaft again. As my fingers stroked, and held, my mouth left a cool, damp trail across the silky skin of his flank, then onto his strong thigh and finally into the thick, dark hair of his bush. Carlos's fingers threaded gently through my hair, but I could feel that he was restraining himself and that pleased me. Suddenly I wanted to take him to the point where he was unable to hold back any more, wanted him to be mine if only for a few moments. Looking up into his eyes that were now almost black with lust, I held his shaft in my hands while I stroked my tongue softly over the tip, gathering the taste of him, enjoying it. "Alex." He whispered again and I stopped teasing him, began to slide my tongue all over him again and again, my own hunger rising as I felt and tasted him. One of my hands continued to stroke his shaft, firmly now, while the other explored lower until I was cradling his balls in my palm, fingers playing softly. My eyes still gazing into his, I took the tip of him between my slick lips, wrapping them tightly around him while my tongue caressed, teased, probed him. His fingers tightened in my hair and I took him deeper into my mouth, my tongue playing with him all the time while my lips tightened and relaxed around him. I watched his eyes close and his lips part, his breath rasping in his throat. With a fast movement, I drew him in as far as I could and his eyes flew open again, even darker than before. Slowly, I pulled back, until only the head remained inside my mouth, my hand wrapping around his slick shaft, stroking, as my lips and tongue tugged and caressed in soft, pulsing motions. Again, I let him slide deep, while one of my hands gently fondled his balls and the other wandered down my throat to my exposed breast to pluck at my aching nipple. Carlos's eyes roamed between the sight of my lips wrapped around him and my hand at my breast, his chest was heaving now and a slight sheen of sweat covered his upper lip. Again, I drew back sucking hard on him, and again I teased him for a moment before letting him plunge back, deep into my mouth. His fingers were clenched hard in my hair and his hips rocked slightly, instinctively, as I moved faster and faster on him. "Oh. Alex!" He groaned, as I felt the muscles in his thighs tighten and tremble. I took him as deep as I could, letting him feel a light scrape of my teeth and his hips jerked uncontrollably. A split second later, I tasted him, hot and salty and so good, as his seed filled my mouth. I swallowed, humming with pleasure. The vibration of my voice made him jerk again, this time away from me, and hot liquid struck my throat, my chest, my bare breast and my dress. With a deep sigh, Carlos slid down the door to his knees and drew my face to his for a kiss, his tongue probing deep and sliding against mine, slick and sinuous. His breathing was still fast and rough as he drew away from our kiss, bent his head and slid his tongue over my throat and chest, gathering some of the liquid that was cooling slowly. Then he kissed me once more, sharing the taste with me. Again and again, his tongue traced over my skin and then dipped into my mouth until I was melting into a puddle of pure need in his arms. Adjusting his pants so that they did not hinder his movements, Carlos rose to his feet and pulled me up with him. Then he wrapped me in his arms and walked me backwards to the sofa that stood against the rear wall of the living room. Pushing me so that I had to sit down on it, he grinned. "My turn, for hors d'oeuvre." He said huskily and sat beside me, drawing me onto his lap. One of his arms supported my back, his other hand drew the second strap of my dress off my shoulder, exposing me to him while we kissed in a languid tangle of tongues. His hand roamed, warm and rough, over my breasts, fingers tugging at my nipples, gently at first, then harder as I arched into his touch. Carlos's mouth left mine and kissed, then nipped down my throat, teeth stinging and sending bolts of heat through my veins. When I felt first his tongue, hot and wet, caress my nipple, then his lips close around the tense crest and suckle hard, I groaned with pleasure and the need for more. More of his touch, more of him. His hand was warm on my thigh, stroking slowly upwards, taking the hem of my dress higher and higher, his teeth gripped my nipple while his tongue teased the tip and I gasped, giving him what he had given me earlier. His name spoken with longing and desire. "Carlos." I felt his breath, cool, on my heated skin as he sighed and suckled my nipple roughly, while his fingers traced lines of fire on my inner thigh. When he reached the top of my leg, he drew the material of my dress up above my hips, and gasped when he felt me, naked under his exploring touch. Raising his head from my breast, he smiled at me, "You learn fast, Alex, thank you." He said, reaching up to kiss my lips as his hand stroked circles on my belly, dipping into my navel and teasing across the top of my bush. With a smooth movement that surprised me, he slid his hand down, fingers raking through my hair, over my slick, wet lips and dipping between them making my hips jerk and drawing a groan of pure lust from me. Carlos drew back from our kiss to watch my face as he pushed a finger deep inside me and said, "I want to see you play with your nipple again, please Alex, that is so beautiful, so arousing." Face burning with pleasure and slight embarrassment, I did as he asked, pinching and tugging my nipple, as he thrust a second finger inside me, drawing them both out again and circling lightly over my clit before sliding inside me again. I felt as if my veins were filled with molten lead, making my body heavy and weak with longing. My hips met his fingers wanting to feel him deeper, harder in me. Carefully, he slid me off his lap and made me lie back on the sofa, supported on my elbows as he raised one of my legs to rest on the back of the couch and placed my other foot on the ground. I was splayed wide open for him and he settled between my legs, gazing at me with an intensity that embarrassed me. "You are beautiful, Alex." He said, his hands stroking the insides of my thighs and meeting at my crotch. One hand stroked further up onto my belly, the fingers of the other slid into me again, and I arched up to meet them. As he bent his head to taste me, my fingers tugged my nipples again, and I cried out with the wonder of feeling his tongue, hot and slick, on my clit, stroking, rubbing, while his fingers thrust deep and hard. As I had earlier, he looked up at me, watching my eyes, my face. It felt incredible and yet I still wanted more. I raised myself up until I could support myself on one hand behind me, the fingers of the other I tangled in his hair and drew his mouth to my breast. He suckled hard on my nipple as he slid another finger into me, thrusting deep while the heel of his hand pressed down on my clit, rubbing roughly. I struggled to breathe as the sensations washed over me, heat, need, longing and lust. Much too soon, I was crying out his name and shuddering with the most intense climax I had ever experienced, my mind empty, my body drowning under an immense, boiling wave of sensations that began, hot, in my belly and spread outwards, all over me. Kissing me, Carlos went on stroking inside me until the last spasms subsided and I fell back onto the couch, dragging him with me, half lying on top of me, his fingers still buried deep, claiming me. For a while, we dozed together, sated and content to feel each other's closeness until Carlos raised his head off my shoulder and said, "Let's go for dinner and then come back here for dessert." It was a suggestion I could not resist, so I sat up and looked at myself. There was no way I could go out of the house with this dress on any more, stained and wrinkled as it was. "Let me go and change," I said, "I won't be long." I left him trying to smooth his shirt over his chest as I went upstairs, pulling my dress off over my head as I walked. In the bathroom, I quickly freshened up, then I pulled my next best outfit out of the closet. A cream-coloured lacy bra, white blouse, narrow, almost knee-length black skirt and low heeled black sandals. If Vejer was like all the other historical Andalusian towns I had no intention of breaking my neck wearing high heels. When I got back into the living room, Carlos gave me a good-natured wolf-whistle and held first the door to the house then the door to the pickup for me. As he drove, I watched Carlos's profile in the weak light from the dashboard. To me, he was beautiful, although his was not the kind of face that usually adorned advertisements and magazines. I thought about it for a moment and came up with the reason. His features were too strong, not bland enough to be considered perfect but that was just what I found most attractive about his looks. Perfection, or whatever came closest to it, had always been boring to me. "You're going to make me blush if you go on staring at me like that." He smiled. "I'd better stop, then." I teased. "No, don't." Carlos replied. "I like it. And on the way back I'll stop somewhere so that I can return the favour." Gradually, the pickup's engine strained against the incline as Carlos drove uphill, expertly negotiating sharp serpentines, the trunks of trees that flanked the road glowing softly in the headlamps. The road levelled out and we reached the outskirts of Vejer. Carlos parked the pickup in a narrow residential street and we walked from there, hand in hand, through the massive arched gate of the city wall. The cobbled streets were narrow, with small two- or three-storied whitewashed houses on either side. Arched portals with huge wooden doors led into small, cobbled courtyards, most of them were adorned with potted palms and a riot of flowers. Family lives were led in the courtyards, the sounds of arguments, laughter, singing, radios, televisions and playing, squealing children drifted out into the alley where we walked in silence. Under street lamps at corners, old men leaned on canes and gesticulated wildly, discussing the football scores, politics, their chances at lotto and smoked Ducados, a cheap brand of strong-smelling cigarettes. Young men raced their motor scooters past us, letting the engines whine as they took the corners at daring speed to impress their girl friends who rode behind them and make them cling to their waists in fright. Carlos led me into an even narrower alley, that rose steeply upwards cobble stones alternating with flights of stairs. Chuckling, he held my hand and said, "I once rode my bike down this alley on a dare." I grinned at him in the scant light of a far-away street lamp. "That's where the big scar just above your knee comes from?" "Yes," he laughed. "You had time to notice?" "Because I want to notice things about you, yes, I did." I replied, squeezing his hand. He stopped walking and turned to me, stroking a hand down my cheek. "I want to notice, too." He said. "All the time." Bending his head for a soft kiss, he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and drew me close. The giggle of a teenage couple roused us out of our reverie and we walked on to the top of the hill, where Carlos led the way into a tiny courtyard filled with rickety tables and chairs. The floor was made of ancient terra cotta tiles that glowed warmly in the light of paraffin lamps. All along the walls, potted plants waved their leaves in the soft breeze. We ordered fresh fish, grilled to perfection with garlic, sea salt and herbs along with tomato salad, the red fruit so sweet that I could have made a meal of them alone, and fresh bread still warm from the oven. Small glasses of strong tangy red wine complemented the meal that we ate ravenously. Guiltily, I did not protest, when Carlos ordered a dessert of flan –deliciously sweet caramel pudding- and tiny cups of coffee, so strong that it made my toes curl. Then we made our leisurely way back to the pickup. I wished that I could see more of the town, it looked beautiful and interesting in the night, how much more must there have been to discover in daylight? As if he had read my thoughts, Carlos said, "We'll come back on Sunday when I don't have to work, then we can have a proper look at the town." "Thank you." I said, "I'd love that." As we reached the car, I looked up for a glimpse of the stars but the sky was inky black. A few clouds had floated across the sunset that evening, it seemed that they covered the sky completely now. Once again Carlos negotiated the steep hill and the sharp turns with routine, but I noticed that he did not drive straight towards home. I said nothing, just waited to see what he was planning. After a while the road surface became gradually more and more uneven, with drifts of sand invading the tarmac surface. The pickup crested a rise and I saw the sparkle of the sea, lapping darkly at a white sand beach. "Oh, lovely! Thank you!" I exclaimed, kicking my shoes off and climbing out of the car, thinking Carlos was about to follow me. Opened and (Dis)Played Ch. 03 As though on cue everything seemed to happen at once then. A flash of lightening seared my eyes, thunder crashed deafeningly and a solid sheet of water fell from the sky, enormous drops slapping onto my body and onto the windscreen obscuring my view of Carlos. I revelled in the warm, heavy down pour, standing sideways to the front of the pickup, my head thrown back, eyes closed to catch the heavy, stinging rain in my face. I stretched my arms wide so as to embrace the fury of the elements, my clothes were plastered to my body, my hair soaked, water running in rivulets over me. I turned my face to look at Carlos through the glass and gestured for him to come out and join me. He turned on the lights and the windscreen wipers but did not immediately respond to my invitation. Then I fully turned to face the car certain that he was watching my every move. Again I let my head fall back and opened my arms wide, this time to tempt Carlos. My white blouse was soaked through and moulded to my skin, and I knew that the brilliance of the headlights picked out the cream coloured lace of my bra through the thin cotton. My soaked black skirt was sticking to my hips and legs as though painted on and he knew for certain that there was nothing but skin under that. Slowly, I moved my head forward to look at him again, the water streaming over me changed its course trickling over my throat and into my cleavage. I pulled my blouse out of my skirt and began to undo the buttons from the bottom up, exposing a strip of lightly tanned skin between the edges of the material. Although I couldn't see Carlos, I tried to let my eyes hold his as I peeled the drenched cotton away from my skin, then reached across my body to pull the sleeves off and dropped the blouse on the ground. I had looked down when I let my blouse fall and the heavy rain had washed some strands of hair into my face. Staring at him again, I shook my head to rid myself of the irritation and the drops flying from my hair sparkled in rainbow colours. Again, I opened my eyes and gazed into the darkness where he was. Slowly, I reached across my body and drew one of my bra straps off my shoulder. The car door opened, then, and Carlos stepped out into the deluge, his feet bare, his clothing plastered to his skin within seconds. "I want to be the one to peel that ridiculous scrap of lace off your beautiful body," He said, his mouth close to my ear so that I could understand him in the din of the storm. Smiling at him, I opened my arms again, enclosing him tightly in my embrace and leaned up to kiss him. Before our lips touched, I flicked my tongue out and licked the beads of sweet rainwater off his mouth that sparkled like jewels on his skin. He captured my tongue between his lips and kissed me hungrily while water streamed down his face and onto mine. I could not hear anything above the deafening noise of thunder and rain but I felt him moan against my lips and under my hands when he unfastened my bra and I moved into his touch as he covered my breasts with his hot hands. Fumbling, I tried to open his shirt but the soaked material refused to release the buttons. Aching to feel his dripping skin slide against mine, I pulled hard, making the buttons fly off in all directions as I finally smoothed my hands over his chest and abdomen, the warm rain water running deliciously between my fingers. Tearing my lips away from his, I kissed and nipped down his throat while my hands explored him, caressing his chest, his stomach and his back. Groaning loud enough for me to hear him, he ripped the sodden shirt off while the sky was doing it's best to fall down on us. I let my lips and teeth wander over his chest while I took his hands in mine and guided them behind me to the clasp on my skirt. Then my fingers were back on his skin, stroking, skimming with the water down his stomach to his waistband. "Alex!" I could not hear him but I felt his voice with my lips and raised my eyes to his while he fought my soaked skirt, finally getting the clinging material to slide down my legs and flop onto the ground. I stepped out of it, naked, my body shining, wet in the bright light as I felt him rake his eyes over me. My hands had been busy too and I moved even closer to him, brushing my body against him, slippery and warm, before I coaxed his sodden pants down his legs. I knelt down, deliberately letting his shaft slide between my breasts, then up along my throat and against my cheek as I helped him to step out of his pants. Then I stroked back up his thighs, letting my fingers wander along all those solid muscles, over the bike-scar while I slowly raised my head to meet his eyes again, rubbing my soft, wet cheek over his hot, hard shaft. His fingers ran through my hair and my gaze held his as I turned my face and slid my tongue from the base to the tip of him. Even as my lips opened to surround him and draw him into the depths of my mouth and as my tongue stroked him, my eyes never released his. Carlos's dark brown eyes were beautiful, but the look of need for me, of lust mixed with tenderness made them still more beautiful to me. I felt wanton and as wild as the storm that was raging around us. I wanted him, wanted to feel him inside me, hard, hot, deep inside me. Carlos untangled his fingers from my hair and took my hands, drew me up into his kiss, his arms encircling me and holding me tight against him as the rain pounded down on us. Still kissing me deeply, he lifted me up until I could wrap myself around him, then he carried me to the pickup and placed my butt down on the warm bonnet. Placing his lips next to my ear, he said, "I need you. Now, Alex." "Yes," I said, turning to speak close to his ear, "I want you, too." I felt him release a breath he had been holding and I added, "Please? Now?" He turned his face to look at me, then, his eyes blazing, searching mine. It seemed that he found what he was looking for because he leaned down to kiss me and just a split second later I felt the tip of his shaft nudge against my entrance while his fingers stroked my dripping folds. I gasped with the pleasure, with the anticipation, with the heat he was spreading through my body and I shifted closer to him, taking him inside me a little. The sensation was incredible and I shifted again, wanting more, feeling more. Torrents of rain water cascaded down our bodies, running between us, cool, then warming with the heat from our skin. Thunder rumbled so loudly that it shook the earth. It was my turn to nip Carlos's lip with my teeth as I moaned into his mouth, my hunger for him almost unbearable. At the same moment, we both moved, and he slid deep inside me until our bodies were moulded together, every millimetre of skin touching skin. The sensations in my body took my breath away and my emotions were in turmoil. Carlos tore his mouth away from mine and we both heaved for air as he looked into my eyes and began to move inside me, slowly. But soon it was not enough for either of us, I needed to feel him deeper, harder, rougher, wanted his control gone just as mine was leaving me. He moved faster, but we still needed more. "Lean back," he said, and I lay back on the car's hood, resting on my elbows, the rain drumming down on the front of my body. For a moment, we stared at each other, then Carlos grasped my hips and drew me towards him a little, across the smooth car hood that was slick with water. As he leaned forwards to draw one of my nipples into his mouth and suckle it, he thrust himself into me hard. "Oh yes!" I cried out as the heat of an approaching climax began to pool in my belly. Carlos's fingers stroked and teased me even as instincts and reflexes as old as time itself pushed him into my body deeper and harder with every moment, rocked our hips together faster and faster again. His whole body tensed as he thrust roughly inside me, I could feel him throbbing and pulsing in the same rhythm as my heart thumped in my chest. "Let go, mi amor," Carlos encouraged me, "I've got you." His words, spoken with such consideration in the heat of this moment released the wave of delight in me and I cried out. He pulled me up, into his arms and crushed me against him, as he, too shouted his climax, his pleasure into the night. We stayed wrapped around each other kissing tenderly for a long while as the warm rain splashed onto us, flowed down our bodies, trickled between us, then slowed and stopped altogether. With a last soft kiss and a tight hug, Carlos withdrew from me and set me down on the ground. Laughing, we struggled into our sodden clothing that chafed and scratched with wet sand. Carlos drove us the short way back to my house and suggested a hot shower together. Who was I to say no? To be continued... ~~~~~~~~~~~ Thanks to all who have waited patiently for more. I am sorry for the delay and can unfortunately not promise to write faster in the near future. Many thanks also, to all who have written to me with encouragement and very kind comments. I'd like to say special thanks here to those who wrote anonymously and to whom I have thus not been able to reply by email...