2 comments/ 2778 views/ 1 favorites Rob and Elise Ch. 02 By: Ryan_Hero Elise woke Thursday morning with a numb emptiness where thoughts of Christian normally resided. The previous night she and Christian came to the end of their relationship. Christian had told her in their video chat that he'd been offered the chance of a lifetime to head up the mining project, a goal he'd invested over a decade of his life for. They'd both agreed that it was too good a chance for him to pass up; they'd only had about a year invested in their time compared to his dozen as an engineer. It had been bittersweet for Elise, but being honest with herself, not a surprise. They'd been drifting apart for a few months as his work had taken him away more and more often. She had been forced, inexorably, to come to terms with who she might really want to be with. She stayed home all day, thinking of where she was in her life, how she'd been trying to make a go of it with a man that ultimately proved to be unavailable. In contrast, she thought about how she and Robert had been friends for so many years, through each of their loves and losses. She had watched his marriage collapse, held him when his ex-wife moved out, and taking the bitter memories of the miscarriages with her. Robert had carried her through her difficult years in university. But since Robert seemed to favour slim and athletic women, she'd never given him a second thought, thinking he would never be attracted to her heavier, curvy body. True she'd been doing much more to stay healthy in the past few years; eating better, exercising more, and it had started to show. She'd never be slim and athletic; her body was just not built that way, but her proportions were becoming a bit more aesthetic. She got up, went to the bathroom, and spent a moment looking at herself in the mirror, wondering at Robert's seemingly changing attitude toward her. That last time they were at softball, he seemed to not be able to take his eyes off her. He'd somehow regarded her in a different light, as if he were thinking of her in a very non-friend manner, filling her with confusion and an odd sort of longing. By the end of the day, she'd made the decision to spend the weekend with Robert. She concluded that there might indeed be something more between them; something she wanted to pursue. Robert woke Friday morning wondering what this weekend would bring. Hoping to plan a weekend visit with Samantha, he texted her as he ate breakfast. "Good morning sexy!" he greeted. "How is Jon?" "He's much better, thx. But now that he's better, I have no excuse to be avoiding my work. I think that it would be better if I spent the weekend getting caught up. " He offered to go up, but Samantha insisted he stay home: "No Rob. I know how much you would love to come up, and I would love to be with you. But i really need to focus. Next weekend will be a better time. I have tickets to a local new dance club. Let's go dancing then!" she promised. "Okay, I understand" he conceded. "I'm off to work now. ttyl." "I'll be thinking of you. Bye." Samantha wrote back. Robert choked back his disappointment. Looking forward to being with Samantha carried him through the loneliness and tedium of his week. Once again, he questioned the wisdom of seeing someone who was so far away, in both space and lifestyle. At first, it had been fine, but as her artwork became much more in demand, she had been spending more and more of their weekends up in her studio. He wondered if he should maybe take a step back and give Samantha the space and time she obviously needed. He thought about how this past week he had been having trouble keeping Elise out of his mind. A couple of days ago he'd imagined it was him instead of Christian having that wine weekend with her; romance and sex with someone who wasn't as far or busy as Samantha was. Pushing those thoughts aside, since they were speculative and getting him depressed, he instead busied himself with trying to plan a solo weekend; a couple of movies, visiting family and maybe trying out the new ball-hockey league. But his weekend planning got derailed when Elise called him just after 9 saying that Christian would have to stay up at the mine, leaving her stranded with two passes to the wine tasting weekend she'd told him about. "That's a bummer, that he can't make it back home in time," Rob commiserated. "What are you going to do with the tour? Cancel?" "The tour operator said I couldn't get a refund, just a credit for another time, which sucks. I don't know. Maybe I'll just go alone or something. It's just that I hate the idea of getting the 'oh that's a shame' pity look from the desk clerk when they see I'm alone on a trip for two," she complained. "If only there was a convenient rent-a-man service. I'd give them a call. Shit, if you were free this weekend, I'd rent you," she quipped. "I am free," Robert said. "Sam and I aren't getting together this weekend either. She has to work." "Again? Jeez, you aren't seeing much of your girlfriend," Elise observed. She then retracted her criticism. "I'm sorry for saying that. It was inappropriate of me." "No," Robert contradicted. "It's true. I don't seem to see much of her anymore." "Well, if you're alone this weekend, why don't you, ah, join me?" Robert wondered at the hesitancy in her voice, an almost double-speak where she'd suggested it casually, figuring an easy yes, not expecting a yes, but deeply hoping for a yes. "Good idea Elise," Robert commented sardonically. "That way we can be alone together." As soon as the words came out, he realized that what he meant came out as the exact opposite. "Err, I mean that we'll each be alone, without our partners, but togeth-" "I got it," Elise cut him off; reassuring him that she didn't read anything into it. "I like that; being alone together. Ironic isn't it." Robert thought about his options. Being home with his planned weekend or heading off to wine country with Elise. Elise thought Robert's pause was hesitancy so she tried to sweeten the deal. "Look, everything is already paid for so I'm out the money anyway. And I -" Elise stopped, thinking carefully about her words. "I just don't want to be alone this weekend," she admitted, but holding back about Christian for some reason. Robert knew how she felt. He felt it every day he wasn't with Samantha. Not having a woman in his life made his days alone stale and flat "Sure, I'll join you. It'll be fun. We can pretend to be newlyweds staying at the falls or something," he agreed. "Cool, and don't worry, it's a king size bed, so there's lots of room. You won't have to sleep on the floor or crammed up against my butt," Elise assured him. Robert hadn't even thought of that aspect of the getaway. He'd been focusing on playing at being a couple at the front desk, or in the restaurants, or in front of the other 'couples'. He'd forgotten entirely about where he was supposed to sleep. But the unexpected image of being in bed with his friend, feeling the warmth of another body in the bed, the warmth of her body, made his chest tighten up a bit "I'm sure we'll manage," he said trying to keep his voice light. "What time should I come by to pick you up? Since you're paying, I'll drive." "I'm done early tomorrow; around noon. When do you finish?" Elise asked. "I can be done at noon too. So I'll be by your place around 12:30, then. Anything I should bring?" he asked "Well, I'm dressing up. So maybe you could bring something nice. Also the room has a hot tub, so a bathing suit would be good. Other than that, whatever you want." "Ooo, a hot tub. Sounds pretty swish. I'd better shave my legs!" Robert quipped. "Well, if you're going to shave your legs, then I'd better get a Brazilian," Elise joked saucily. "See you later." "See you." Brazilian? Robert wondered at both the meaning of the term and, once he looked it up, her motivation for mentioning having a waxed vagina. Thinking about the implications of her comment made his hormones surge and the morning crawl. So it was with great relief when he signed off for the weekend and went home to pack. He looked forward to the weekend with a mixture of anticipation and dread. He was so badly in need of sex that he wondered how he'd manage the nights in bed with his friend. When Robert rang Elise's bell, she came to the door wearing a pair of nice slacks and a sweater that left a generous dose of cleavage open for his viewing. It took quite a bit of discipline to keep his eyes directed upward. She came into his arms and gave him a tight hug, one with much more body contact than any he'd felt with her before. Her breasts were pressed up against his chest and the heat from her body could be felt all the way down to his groin. She gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for being with - helping me out with this," she said. Her scent filled his nostrils, feminine and enticing, resonating with his already stirring hormones. "My pleasure. Let's hit the road, traffic is already starting to build." They chatted about their week, work, people and the news during the drive out of town. Occasionally Robert would pat his hand on her leg, and Elise could feel a small tingle run up her leg each time she felt him touch her. She knew this weekend would perhaps change their friendship; she could see it in his eyes. She saw it when he looked at her, which was partly why she wore the sweater she did. She liked to look and feel pretty. While she knew Christian had thought she was attractive, somehow it meant more when she knew that her friend Robert thought the same thing. She looked at his muscular physique, visible through his shirt, filling her with a hot longing. Her thoughts turned carnal and she glanced occasionally at his crotch, wondering, as if she did in that fantasy last week, what his cock would feel like, in her hand, in her mouth, in her pussy. Thoughts of running her hand up the inside of his thigh burned so bright in her mind, she had to busy her fingers with fiddling with the hotel brochure to keep them occupied. As they drove past secluded country roads, she envisioned him turning onto one of them, pulling over and fucking her in the car right there. In her mind he'd kill the engine, and grab the back of her head to pull her into him for a sudden, deep kiss. She followed that thought as if the unspoken moment between them had ignited their passion, propelling them out of the car into the back seat. She imagined how they'd fumble in the tight quarters as they pulled their pants off past shoes and socks to expose her moist cunt and his hard cock to the cool seat fabric. She mulled over how she'd position herself over his erection, both facing forward, his hands on her tits, squeezing her nipples. Elise could almost feel him slide into her as she sat down on his dick, filling herself completely as he kissed and bit the back of her neck. Rob's strong arms would propel her up and down on his cock as she rode him to orgasm. He would then hold her still so he could fuck her from underneath until his hot cum filled her and ran down his dick to pool in his pubic hair. She could hear in her fantasy his grunts in her ear, whispers of his love for her, how good it felt to finally be fucking her, how hot and tight her pussy was around his cock. "- should be pretty good." Robert stopped. "Hey, are you still here?" Elise blinked away the hot images to realize much to her amazement that they were almost at the hotel. She also realized to her embarrassment that she'd not heard a word he'd said in some time. Robert spoke again, gently asking about her state of mind. "I lost you for a bit there. I was saying we could also go to the falls; the weather should be good. But I'm guessing you didn't hear. Were you thinking of Christian? Never mind, I shouldn't pry." Elise smiled slowly at her friend; eyes deep and still, full of mystery and a bit of mischief. "No, I was thinking the small country roads we've been passing; what might be down them." "Probably more vineyards or farms," Robert mused casually. "Why were you suddenly curious about some random road?" "Oh, just wondered what we might, experience, if we took a different path," she answered, choosing her words carefully and layering them with deeper meaning. "I'm pretty sure anything could happen along another, path," Robert answered, seemingly following her polysemous train of thought. Elise looked at him, pulling his gaze from the road in a perilous manner. "Maybe we could try it out one day," she suggested carefully. Robert held her gaze a moment, risking drifting them off the road. "Maybe," he agreed. Elise smiled and briefly gave his free hand a quick squeeze before putting it back in her lap. She spent the next few minutes trying to clear her mind of the torrid remnants of the fantasy still echoing in her memory. But it was too much. The air in the car was perfumed with their mutual, unspoken longings, filling the both of them with a heady lust. "Rob?" "Yes?" "I," she hesitated, her next thought suspended between breaths, unspoken, but so close to being voiced. Then she saw the hotel sign, and the words she'd held unspoken for that infinite moment drifted away like leaves scattering in the wind. "I think this is our turn." The hotel was sumptuous and their room, exquisite. The furniture was authentic, not the bland usual hotel stuff - the bed amazingly comfortable. Robert watched Elise test it out her eyes closed, her breasts full, the contours of her body a landscape of light and shadow in the afternoon sun streaming in the window. It was all Robert could take not to lay on her with his crotch wedged in hers and smother her mouth with his. Her lips were full, the skin along her neck smooth. He wanted to nuzzle himself in the crook of her neck and inhale her scent. He wanted to yank her pants off and stuff himself into her, to eat her pussy, turn her over and fuck her until he howled his climax. He looked at her as she there, imagining her breasts swaying as the momentum of his thrusts into her surged her whole body back and forth. Elise opened her eyes suddenly, boring her gaze into him, almost as if feeling his thoughts. Her lips parted a bit, letting him see her white teeth. "Unzip your fly, Rob. Let me suck your cock. I want you to come in my mouth," she said, sitting up reaching for his belt. Or so she did in yet another tantalizing vision. Instead she rolled over and sat up over along the side, reaching for the menu. He turned away and strode toward the French doors leading to the balcony. He could see the hot tub reflecting the warm afternoon light. It was private with screens that allowed views outward but not inward, a perfect lover's venue. He was staring moodily at it when he felt her presence come up close behind him. He could see her reflection in the glass; she was looking at him look at the still water. "Nice, but a bit of a waste, isn't it," Elise asked gently, reading his mood. Robert turned to her, inches away from her lips, from taking her completely. "We can still use it. There's no rule against friends having a soak." Elise could feel him yearn for her, and she ached for that one split moment when he would cross the threshold and make her his. She wanted him to let go of his restraint, to give in to his passion, his lust. She could feel it coming off him in waves, see it in his clenching hands, the flush of his lips as he bit them to keep it bottled up. She wanted to reach out and take his hand in hers, entwining their fingers, guide them to her lips. Instead, she only nodded in agreement. "No rule at all. We'll play in it later," she poked at his shoulder in an effort to lighten the mood. "Let's go to the falls, like you said." He agreed and they left the room hurriedly, welcoming the change of scene, away from the bubbling temptation, forgetting to bring jackets for the spray. The air was warm in the afternoon sun, but the spray off the falls was still frigid in the early summer. In an effort to be able to enjoy the view for a little while, Robert offered to hold Elise close. At first she declined, keeping a safe, friendly distance between them, but her sweater was too loose a knit to ward off the wet chill. Soon she was shivering, so Robert stolidly pulled her close in order to wrap his arms around her, shielding her with his back. At first, she felt stiff in his arms, but then loosened, almost leaning back into him. Unconsciously he tightened his arms around her, pulling her even closer, feeling her ass against his groin, smelling her dampening hair. He fervently wished the thunderous spectacle took her attention away from the bulge growing in his groin. He heard her say something, but her voice was lost in the wind and noise. "What?" he almost shouted in her ear. She turned her head and yelled back, "It just keeps going." Her mouth was a hair away from his, her lips already parted to be kissed. All he had to do was lean in, just a fraction of an inch. He could smell her; feel her breath on his lips. He knew if he kissed her she would taste delicious. If only he kissed her. Instead they watched a bit longer until having their fill of the falls, and returned to the hotel for the dinner, which was included in the package. The dining room was equally luxurious, fireplaces adjacent to each booth. Soft Jazz was piped in, making the atmosphere that much more romantic. Robert saw how they were treated as a couple, better seating, and a bit more attention to detail than some of the other diners who were with friends or alone. To make the illusion complete, Robert insisted that Elise be on his arm when they entered. When they were seated, waiting for drinks, he looked at his friend, and the stunning outfit she wore. Her dress was a deep maroon silk, draped over her shoulders in a cascade of soft folds that plunged down along her back and rather deeply in the front as well. They spoke softly during dinner, connecting with movement, smiles, and gentle touches. Robert was, by this time, wondering if Elise was indeed trying to seduce him. She was succeeding, he thought morosely, making him feel horrendously torn between his distant, preoccupied girlfriend and the radiant woman just across the table. By the time dessert had come around, he was pretty sure something was going to happen, he just didn't know what, or how he would handle it. Elise herself was thinking, too, but of the time in their room before dinner. He'd come out of the bathroom in his suit, and she'd almost choked on the water she was sipping. His frame filled the jacket out, and his trousers fit well enough for her to see a hint of his firm ass. His bearing was solid and sleek all at once, and she'd wanted him all the more because of his restraint. Watching him now as they ate, she could see him rooted, solid as an oak, making her bite her tongue to keep from shouting at him, "Just fuck me already!" To make matters worse, he stood up with a slightly trembling hand to ask her for a dance in the space near their table. She rose and took his hand, allowing him to lead, moving their bodies to the music. As notes carried them along the current of their mutual desires, they were soon dancing as lovers would, cheek to cheek. Elise closed her eyes momentarily, allowing the world to fall away, leaving only his presence to anchor her to reality. She could feel the beat of his heart, the breath in his lungs, and the flex of his leg muscles as he shifted his weight to the flow of the tune. Almost unconsciously, she pressed herself into him, heating him with the hot blood coursing through her body. She imagined whispering in his ear, "I want you tonight Robert. Make love to me." A cascade of phrases percolated through her disjointed mind as she struggled to maintain her composure. His lips were right there. All she had to do was pull her face back a bit and look into his eyes. She did in fact, as the music dropped down to a quiet finish, seeing his want, his desire. She knew he cared for her, but didn't know if he felt as she felt, wanting him as more than a friend. She pushed aside her doubts and restraint and leaned in to touch her lips on his. Rob and Elise Ch. 02 This was no friend kiss, but the opening notes in a song that beat in her heart. His lips met hers, tentative at first before responding. His mouth moved with hers, more certain of what was happening as they stepped out of their friendship into something else. His arm tightened on her back as his other one let go of her hand to fully embrace her. Now their mouths were fully connected, moving so slowly to almost be still. Then he pulled back gently, his eyes a myriad of unspoken questions. "Elise?" he asked softly. His question was almost rhetorical, for he didn't wait for an answer as he kissed her back just as softly, holding her suspended in that moment before carefully parting. "We should probably finish our coffees," he suggested, turning to move. Elise wouldn't let go of him quite yet, though. "Robert. I want you to know that I meant that kiss, right here, right now. For you being here, with me in the way you have." "I know. I feel the same way. Right now there isn't anywhere else I'd rather be," Robert said softly. Elise smiled coyly. "I can think of a place I'd rather be: the hot tub. Let's get out of here." Robert gave a short, nervous laugh because things were moving so quickly. He wasn't sure if he was ready to be with Elise, especially if it meant moving past Samantha. True he and Samantha had not exchanged promises of exclusivity, but he nonetheless felt that he owed her some degree of fidelity. His brain bounced between choices. Be with Elise now and risk hurting Samantha, or turn Elise down only to ruin the weekend and lose what was growing between them. Whatever his decision would be he had to make it quickly. Elise seemed to be confident in her choice. So something definitive must have happened in her relationship with Christian, Robert thought, almost with envy. He decided to at least get that out in the open. When she opened the door a bottle of champagne waited chilling with a pair of glasses in a bucket of ice. "Part of the package," Elise explained. "Wow!" he commented. "I've never experienced anything like this. Have you?" Elise shook her head silently, her eyes a million miles away. He could tell at that moment of clarity that she was thinking of the might-have-beens had Christian been there instead of him. "Elise, I have to know. Has something happened with Christian?" Robert asked; the question suddenly urgent. She turned to him, her eyes bright with tears, torn between what could have been and what was and what might be. "He isn't coming back, Rob. His career took him on another path." "Oh my god Elise!" he exclaimed, stunned. "I'm so sorry to hear that. Are you okay?" "I'm fine, truly," she assured him. "We thought this might happen, so it really didn't come as a surprise. Really, it's better this way. I'm tired of the empty bed, with only the idea of him to keep me warm at night." She paused, then looked at Rob with a very direct gaze, penetrating and assessing. "Aren't you feeling the same way?" "Yes, in truth I am," he admitted, more to himself. "I am not sure if I miss being with Samantha or simply with someone when I'm alone. I just don't know what I should to do." "Unzip me, that's what you should do," Elise said as she turned her back to him. "Then get yourself undressed. That hot tub is waiting for us, so let's make this weekend just about us." Robert took her advice and put aside his confusion for at least long enough to unzip the silky dress and, to his amazement, watch it slide past Elise's ass to reveal her pink cheeks with only the string of a tiny thong running between them. He watched in awe as she stepped out of her dress, her voluptuous body barely constrained by her bra and panties. She bent over to pick it up off the floor, letting him get a mouth-watering view of her cleavage. She looked up at him as she straightened to unclasp her bra. Without a word, he removed his suit jacket and unbuckled his pants to let them fall too, stripping away another barrier between them. She glanced down momentarily at the growing bulge in his briefs before looking back into his eyes, and letting the bra fall away into her hand, revealing her large breasts. Robert didn't look down, but holding her gaze, willing her to stay connected with him, he unbuttoned his shirt, letting her see his chest, rising and falling with his deep breaths. Elise didn't look away either as a painted nail slipped between her skin and the waistband of her panties to pry them down. She shimmied herself slowly out of them and stepped beyond the perimeter of the silk pooled around her feet. Robert pushed his underwear downward, his semi-rigid cock springing free gently past the waistband as his hands moved down along his muscular thighs. They stood opposite each other for a moment, exposed and vulnerable. Still silent, Elise then took his hand and led him to the balcony, opening the French doors, pulling him into the night and the water. "Ahh," she sighed, sinking into the warm water, just to the point where her nipples danced with the small waves lapping at her breasts. Robert sat down beside her, marvelling at her solid, almost heavy beauty. Elise moved in closer to him, pressing the softness of her flesh up against him, driving him wild with her proximity. She reached up and pulled him into a lingering kiss. Their tongues moved between them as they allowed their passion to wash away their inhibitions. As they kissed, Elise rand a hand down his chest, but Robert flinched, making her pause. He broke the kiss and sighed bitterly. "Oh Elise," he started apologetically. "I want you, really I do, but I'm in a relationship for god's sake. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I was unfaithful." Elise raised her hand back up from below the water, letting the warm splash softly on his chest as she gently, affectionately stroked his cheek. With a bittersweet smile, she said, "I understand. You wouldn't be you if you could." To diffuse any potential tension between them, Robert poured out two tall glasses of champagne and handed one of them to Elise. They didn't toast, for neither of them could think of anything to toast about. Instead, the two friends held on to each other with their eyes, not saying anything, not even moving much for fear that the slightest motion, the smallest breath would trigger an avalanche of passion, sweeping their friendship away. Robert saw her beauty and her need, and he desperately wanted to give her all that she wanted and more. Robert gently brought the palm of her hand to his lips and kissed it, feeling her desire flow through it into him, making him feel both buoyant, burdened. In a flash of inspiration brought on by his own desperate lust, he brought her hand to her breast, stroking her nipple with her own palm, not touching her skin, but connecting with her in this indirect way. "That doesn't mean we cannot make this night one to remember," he said with a sly grin. "Let your hands be mine on you, let them be my lips," he continued, his voice thick with want. Elise looked at him with widening eyes as she realized what he was proposing, and then smiled wickedly. "I can live with that," she said throatily, gently stroking her nipple with a glistening finger. "Are you going to join me?" Robert shifted a bit to get more comfortable as his hungry gaze consumed Elise. The tableau of his friend, naked, starting to touch herself was both awkward and the most erotic thing he had ever seen. Robert reached down into the warm water to fondle himself with her. Feeling his eyes on her, Elise started rubbing her nipples earnestly with one hand as the other hand snaked its way down to her crotch. Her skin was so smooth it shone in the dim light emanating from their room. "Tell me what you are doing?" Elise asked, wanting to carry the scene forward, to keep it from stalling in the silence. Robert was too wired, both horny and askew, to be subtle. "My mouth is on your tit, sucking your nipple." "Mmm, what else?" "My hand is stroking your pussy as I suck on your tits. They taste so good." Elise started to stroke her pussy, mimicking his words. Her other hand gently pinched and twisted her left nipple, then her right. "My hand is reaching for your cock, Robert. Let me feel it grow in my hand," she murmured. "Mmm, your hand feels good," he encouraged, now stroking himself fully. He was entirely in the moment. "Stroke me as I slip my fingers into your wet pussy." Elise opened her legs more, letting him get a glimpse of her hand, distorted under the water, but clearly enough to show a finger slipping into the tightness of her pussy. "Yeah, finger my pussy, I want to get nice and wet for your cock," "Oh fuck," Robert said, out of character. He was really worked up now, pumping himself in the water as Elise started to rub her pussy harder. "I want to feel your mouth on me Elise, on my cock." "Oh yes," she breathed at the thought of being so wantonly taken. She looked at Robert and licked her lips lasciviously. "Stick it in my mouth. I want to taste your cock." The water in the hot tub was keeping him from pumping himself fast enough to get close, so he rose up out of the water to jack himself fully. "Your cock tastes wonderful," Elise complimented. "Suck my pussy Rob. Lick my clit." Elise looked at her friend as she masturbated, feeling sexy and wanted and connected for the first time in a long time. He was kneeling up the water, his muscular chest glistening wet, his hand pumping his cock just above her hip. She couldn't believe they were doing this, so far from their simple friendship of just a few days ago. "I'm licking your clit Elise, drinking your sweet juices. My fingers are in you with my tongue, wanting to make you come." "That feels so good," she whispered. "Make me wet," Robert licked his lips wishing he could dive under the water and immerse himself in her. "I want you Elise," Robert said, bridging the gap between fantasy and reality. But he clung to fantasy, keeping his hands to himself. "Fuck me Robert," she gasped, getting closer to orgasm. The dirty talk was becoming more stimulating, something not experienced until Christian's repeated absence, cybersex and her own lonely need brought it forth. A small voice in Elise's head wondered if this might be just a substitute for Christian; a stand-in of sorts. But as the tremors in her groin built up to a crescendo, she pushed that voice aside to simply enjoy the moment; to simply BE. "Stick your cock in me," she breathlessly demanded. "I'm sliding into you Elise, your pussy feels so good around my dick," he breathed. "Go deeper Robert, I want to feel all of you. I want you to come in me, fill me." Elise curved her fingers to stroke her G-spot up inside her pussy, trying to get in as deep as possible. She used her second hand to rub the hood of her clit, the sensations racing up along her spine. Her whole body was a flood of heat roaring through her flesh as she pleasured herself. "I want to see you really come, Robert," she said, stepping out of character for a moment. The two didn't speak for a few minutes as they simply watched each other play their bodies, almost as if they were visually taking notes on what the other liked. Robert saw that Elise favoured pressure to the side of her clit, and that her nipples were incredibly sensitive. Elise watched Robert as he gripped his shaft just under the head with his left hand. He used his right hand to steady himself against the rim of the tub. She watched his chest heave as his breathing deepened and quickened until with a groan he came, spraying outward onto the balcony. Watching him totally lose himself was the first time she watched a man make himself climax. Seeing the look of pleasure/pain on his face as he bore down onto his orgasm was so erotic, so beyond anything she'd experienced, she came herself, crying out in her own pleasure. They settled down from their orgasms, their breath stretching out after that heady moment. "You're beautiful when you come," Robert said softly. Elise smiled demurely; ironic given how close they came to coupled intimacy. She waited in the water to keep warm while he retrieved towels, to hold onto the heat of her arousal a bit longer before it subsided and took away the feeling when Robert had been more than just a friend. Robert came back out with a towel already wrapped around his waist, and held the other out for Elise to step into. He closed it up around her, holding it in place with his arms as she fastened it above her breasts. Now that the peak of their arousal had passed, he felt a desire to hold her close, to engage in the tender aspects of intimacy. Instead he backed away respectfully, once again drawing the curtain of friendship between them. She turned to look at him with a mix of appreciation and longing. She wanted his arms around her, wanted the warmth of his body to keep the embers of her arousal stoked so they could (or would have) make love again once in bed. Without letting that happen they went inside quietly, turning the jets off, leaving the water to settle down to stillness. As they settled in for the night, the inevitability of the bed lay between them, a wide expanse across which they looked at each other, together yet separate. As they got into bed, they both felt the other's presence as their combined weight pressed down onto the mattress, pulling them closer into each other. Robert looked at Elise in the warm light of the lamp and kissed her forehead, a mixture of caring and sadness in his eyes. "Good night Robert," she said, feeling the gulf of their choices yawning between them, and turned off her lamp, leaving them in the dark to be alone with their thoughts. "Good night Elise," he answered. A minute or two passed, and Elise heard Robert sigh a bit before speaking into that darkness, his voice barely above a whisper. "Would you like me to hold you?" he asked. She looked over her shoulder, seeing his eyes, somehow bright in the darkness looking back at her. "If you want to, I'd like that. Just friends." Robert rolled onto his side, draping his arm carefully over her, keeping away from her breasts, from anything that would imply more. As he felt her warmth carry him toward slumber he whispered back. "Just friends." ****** Thanks to My_slut for her comments and suggestions. Rob and Elise Ch. 03: Endings and Beginnings Robert woke partway in the night, the memory of what he'd done with his friend just hours earlier flooding back, eliciting feelings of both arousal and guilt. Then he felt the hot flesh of her breast against the palm of his hand, her nipple pressing into his skin. In her sleep, her hand had gripped his and held it against her chest, against her breast. He lay there a moment, savouring her silken skin, making his erection, currently pressed into the crack of her ass, throb painfully. Not wanting to torment himself with thoughts of pulling her panties down and waking her by making love to her spooned like that, he gently extricated himself from her grip, rolled over and settled himself back toward sleep. Elise felt Robert stir, and woke to feel him roll over away from her. Her right breast tingled with the memory of his hand against her nipple. The feeling of him up against her had been wonderful and the sudden absence of his body evoked memories of Christian leaving for an early flight. She was so lonely, so tired of having someone, but not having them. She wanted to just BE with someone, with no complications, no absences, no loneliness. She wanted to come home to have dinner with her man, to go to sleep with her man, to make love to her man, and wake up with her man. She lay still in the bed for a time that seemed to drag into nearly an hour, thinking about how Robert and she had had such a wonderful day together. She found herself really wanting him in every way, emotionally and physically. It didn't help that she found him physically irresistible; his muscled body against hers dancing or naked and wet in the hot tub, so close, so far. She imagined hwat might have happened had they been a couple. Instead of just masturbating next to each other in the hot tub, she would have been free to put her hands on his chest, to feel his arms around him, his cock against her bare skin, so close to her pussy. She would have let her hand drift down his chest to gently stroke him, feeling him grow hard in her hand. She would have felt his hands grip her ass, as they kissed each other with all the passion she thought was growing between them. She would have kissed his chest, sucking on his hard nipples as she made her way down to his crotch. She would have lovingly kissed the head of his dick before sucking it into her mouth. She would have tasted his sweat mixed with the tang of the tub's water in her mouth as the head slid along her tongue toward the back of her throat. She would have sucked his cock to make him wild for her, until she could taste the pre-cum leaking out the head. She would have run her tongue up along his length before taking his balls into her mouth. She would have tickled her finger along his perineum as she put her lips on his cock again, felt him start to thrust himself into her mouth as his need to cum took over his body. She would have backed off, and spread her legs, inviting him to return the favour. She would have watched him as she leaned back on the rim of the tub as his mouth sucked her breasts. His hot lips would have felt amazing on her tits, making her moisten in delicious anticipation of his mouth on her, his dick in her. His tongue would have wandered along her belly until drifting around her labia, spiralling closer to her interior. His tongue would have rasped its way up the crack of her pussy until his lips closed around her clit. His fingers would have slipped into her wet heat as he licked her labia. She would have run her fingers in his hair, and then gripped it firmly as he brought her closer to orgasm. Unable to resist, Elise started to pleasure herself as the torrent of images cascaded in her mind. Her hand slid in under her panties to dip into her moistening pussy. Her labia were already hyper sensitive to touch because the episode in the hot tub had left her still keyed up. Back in her fantasy Robert was fully committed to making her cum, stimulating her G-spot as his tongue continued its relentless assault on her clit. She would be pulling him into her, crushing her pelvis against his mouth as her body demanded more from him until the flood of her orgasm washed up through her. She imagined that at that point he would have stood back up and, wedging himself in between her legs, positioned the head of his cock at her entrance. She would have pulled him into her, wanting to come again with him inside her. He would have pumped himself deep in her pussy, rubbing the base of his cock up against her clit over and over until she came a second time. Her climax would have sent him over the edge and he would have filled her with his cum as he thrust himself in as deep as he could go; up against her cervix. They would have been kissing at that point so that their cries would have been muted somewhat by their lips. Elise worked her fingers in her now sopping pussy until her real orgasm pulsed outward, lips pressed in tight to keep quiet through the bittersweet pleasure at imagining how their night could have been, but wasn't. She fell back asleep soon after, unaware that Robert hadn't fallen back asleep and spent the whole time in fevered silence wondering what she had fantasized; wondering if it had been him. The light streaming in through their west-looking window was dim when the two friends woke up, both at first wondering where they were. Robert looked at his friend, her hair pressed into the pillow, the curve of her body so painfully evident under the thin bed cover, her smile warm and inviting. "Gods you're beautiful," he blurted out softly, surprising himself with the sudden admission. Her eyes opened wide, and her lips formed an 'O' of shock and surprise. "Oh Robert," she whispered. Tears welled up in her eyes as her hand came up to her mouth. Then they ran down her cheek as she closed her eyes and started to sob. His words filled her with such longing to be held by him, to feel him hold her and love her in the way his eyes said. "Why did I never see you like this?" he asked, almost rhetorically. Elise burst out laughing, a bit of humour mixed in her gentle sobs. "Probably because we've never slept together. I certainly haven't ever seen you like I saw you yesterday." She paused, looking at him with an almost terrifying intensity. Then nudged herself close enough to whisper in his ear. "You have a hot body." Her breath was a hot wind in his ear, sweeping away his eroding restraint. "Elise, I-" he started but stopped when he felt her fingers on his hand, gripping it, guiding it to his cock. "Stroke it again for me. I want to see you come" She pulled back the blankets and pulled off her nightie, hands working her tits and pussy in a frantic need to be fulfilled; without romance, or subtlety. Robert didn't hesitate, pulling off his briefs to reveal his hard cock to her hungry gaze. He started fisting his dick, likewise not interested in savouring the moment. For them, there was no savouring, just release from the tension they both felt. Elise grunted in lust as her fingers plunged into her moist pussy, eyes staring deep into Robert's, wishing it was him inside her. "Fuck me Robert; shove your cock into me. Fill me, make me come," she said softly, her coarse words an audible manifestation of her fantasy. Robert returned with his own dialogue, blurring the lines between reality and desire. "Oh Elise, you are so wet. It feels so good inside you." "Get up on your knees," Elise panted, trying to make herself come. Robert clambered up onto his knees, instinctively pointing his erection at her, as if reading her mood, her desire. "That's it. Let me see you come," she commanded breathlessly. Her one hand pulled at her nipples, the other was a blur near her clit. She looked into his dark brown eyes, and watched his hand work his cock, one moment fast, another, slow. She loved watching his muscular chest heave with his heavy breathing. She watched as he started to gently thrust his hips toward her. She wanted him in her so much, wanted to grab his cock and pull it into her, feel him fill her. Robert was now covered in a sheen of sweat, bereft of breath to the point of seeing spots. His body was all sensation, no thought. With animalistic fervour, he took his pleasure from seeing her play with her body until he came with a howl. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah," Elise chanted with each jet of his spurting cock on her breasts and stomach. Elise was so close, and the feeling of his hot semen on her body served to only heighten her arousal. But compared to the sustained blast furnace of Elise's arousal, Robert's orgasm was a bomb going off, burning itself out in moments. The sudden realization of what he had done slammed back down onto him and he didn't have the hormones, the lust to withstand it. He looked down at Elise, with an expression of dismay at what he'd done on his face. Elise, seeing the light leave his eyes, felt a cold hand extinguish her embers of pleasure, leaving a grey ash in her soul as Robert pulled away from her and sat at the edge of the bed still breathing hard from his exertions. Without a word, he strode into the bathroom and gently shut the door. "Robert, wait," Elise cried out, too late to keep her friend in the room. Sour grief filled her as she realized that she'd pushed him too far. She sat herself up in bed and wept again, the poignancy of their mutual desire stained by the semen splattered all over her chest and belly. Now she sat in the wreckage of their morning, with her friend closed off in the bathroom, another day and a half at the resort stretching out in front of her. After a few minutes of being alone in the room, resigned to calling it a weekend in defeat and despair, she got up out of bed, put some clothes on and went over to the door to knock softly on it. "Robert, are you okay?" Nothing. She waited for an uncomfortable minute, then went over to the small coffee pot and made some coffee for them. She also tidied up the bed, sort of trying to clean up the mess (crime scene). It was just after that when he came out of the bathroom to give her a wan smile. "Sorry for bugging out like that," he apologized. "Not the best way to end our, uh, moment." He put some underwear on and came over to her and gave her a stiff hug. "I'm sorry, too," Elise agreed. "I shouldn't have pushed myself on to you like that. It put you in an unfair position. "That's okay," Robert assured her bravely. "I had a role to play too in what just happened." Elise gave a weak smile accepting his support. "We agree that it was a mistake, then. One that won't happen again." Robert gave her a long, slow look, almost sad. "Definitely a mistake. But we're adults here. We can get past this. Friends?" He put his hand out. Elise took it in an almost business-like manner. "Friends." Neither mentioned the fact that 'friends' had been the same promise they'd made each other just the previous night. "So, breakfast?" Robert asked, keen on getting past it, past the awkwardness. "Yeah. It's, what, 830? Let's go eat now and maybe do the west loop tour first?" Elise pointed out a section of the tour map sitting out on the bureau dresser. "Sounds like a plan," Robert said with hint of false enthusaism. Breakfast was a delicous selection of foods available ranging from exotic things like orange prawns in a red-pepper reduction along with more prosaic items like apple-spice pancakes with maple jelly. They ate their almost somnambulistic fill, and then waddled to the car to start the actual wine tour. Despite their best efforts, however, things were different. They sat side by side in the car, but the space between them was a vast gulf of guilt-fed shame and restraint. Robert didn't touch Elise like he did yesterday. There were no friendly pats on the leg, no occasional brushes of hands against each other when reaching for the snacks in the centre console. Elise noted all of this with a bitter resentment, not at him, but at herself for being so irresponsible. She knew he was into her, and had she just been patient, he might have made a move on his own, with his own decision to bear the consequences of. Instead, he was clearly wrestling with his indecision, plagued by desire and guilt. Yet he was still unfailingly polite, going through the motions, holding doors open for her, pulling out her chair, filling her water glass during lunch. He smiled at her, laughed at her humour, made ribald comments himself; yet all with a guarded look in his eyes. Instead of the day being comfortable; two close friends being together as they wandered around the quaint regional architecture, it was slightly saccharin, both of them feeling a forced levity. She still desired him, though, to have him hold her; be more than just a friend. She could smell him, a mix of the hotel soap and his own scent, and it reminded her so much of his scent when she with him in bed and he was stroking himself. She remembered wanting him to throw himself on her and plunge into her aching body. She remembered the hot splash of his cum when he climaxed all over her sweaty body. She remembered the look in his eyes, how she knew he wanted to fuck her, how torn he was, between his desire and his morals. She also remembered the look of consternation on his face as he realized what he'd done, and how close he'd come to breaking his relationship. Oh she remembered, and it hurt so much. Robert was not looking forward to a dinner that promised to be just as romantic as the previous one. His head was pounding, and his lower back was a knot of pain from the stress of the situation. By the late afternoon, he knew he wouldn't be able to spend another night with Elise, balanced on the precipice of infidelity. Having her so close, knowing she wanted him, and being torn between his own desires would be too difficult. He watched her move in the sunlight, sexy in her curvaceous strength. He thought about how her smile, even if a bit forced during their lunch, was still endearing. Despite the strain between them, they managed to survive dinner. Elise was stewing in her own regret over being so aggressive that morning and ruining things. Robert seemed pre-occupied, often staring down at his plate not saying much at. It was a good thing when the dessert selection was not something either of them wanted; it prevented them from having to stare at each other across their awkward table. To make matters worse, Robert kept on looking at his watch, almost as if he were counting the time down Elise thought, sourly reflecting on what an incredible contrast this night was compared to the previous one. How they had been so close to being close. Now, they were in the terrible limbo of being stuck with each other, but not happy or comfortable in their forced proximity. "Let's get out of here," Robert said, echoing her words from the previous night in an unhappy reprise. He led the way back to their room, not with a decisive stride, but with a resigned trudge, the fatigued set of his shoulders a silent testimony to the burden of his actions. He looked self-convicted. And Elise wanted to reach out to him, to hold him compassionately. When they got into their room, the champagne was once again waiting for them, along with the bubbling hot tub. Robert scanned the room quickly, to see what other painful reminders were waiting for them. He sat on the bed and patted the mattress near him, inviting Elise to sit with him, which she did, keeping her distance. "I'm sorry Elise," he started to say, but she cut him off. "No, Robert, there is no need to be sorry to me. I am the one who invited you to join me, the one who insisted we get in the hot tub, the one who started, uh, things this morning." She started to cry, great wracking sobs that shook her shoulders. She finally acknowledged what she'd been hiding from herself all this time. She was alone, without Christian, without Robert, without anybody. Christian was gone to his career. Robert was walled away from her behind his own morals and sense of commitment to an unfulfilling relationship. But without closure, he was as unreachable as the moon. She couldn't make him leave Samantha, couldn't make him choose her. Robert gently guided her to the pillow of the bed and held her, almost cradling her, her tears soaking his shirt, staring at the ceiling, feeling torn at not being able to give more, but wanting to. Elise's hand rubbed his chest a bit in appreciation for his presence; a gesture of affection and appreciation of even that little bit of support. Eventually her sobs subsided into heavy breathing, and she nuzzled herself into the crook of his neck and shoulder. After a few minutes, Robert felt the weight of her body shift as her muscles relaxed into sleep. It was just not fair, he thought morosely; to be tragically late in noticing a friend's true worth. He lay with Elise on the bed, his chest heavy with a pressure that seemed to squeeze his heart more and more with every passing minute. He knew now; saw now what her feelings for him could be. Tangled in the web of the idea of Samantha, he could not do what he was doing, be what he was being. As the time passed he became sure of what he had to do, what hurts he had to withstand to make things right. When he knew Elise wouldn't feel him move, he carefully extracted himself from her warmth, covered her with a spare blanket and quietly left the room. Elise woke in the dark and took a moment to realize two things: she was still in her clothes and Robert was not in the bed with her. Figuring he was maybe sleeping on the floor, not even sure of what time it was anyway, she first looked at the bedside clock: 10:45PM; late but not that late. It was entirely possible that he stepped out for a walk or something to keep his mind clear. She sighed bitterly at what she had missed out on; that she and Robert weren't together, in any sense of the word. Once again she was alone in an empty bed, only now she had nobody coming home. She got up and changed out of her dinner clothes, noticing with a pang of bittersweet poignancy that Robert had taken the moment to cover her so she would be comfortable before going out on his excursion. She made a pair of teas for them and relaxed on the bed, trying to recover a bit of her dignity and equilibrium after breaking down so badly after dinner. But she found herself looking at the clock more and more as the hour ticked away; then the next one. On a dark thought, she double-checked that his stuff was actually still in the room; that he hadn't abandoned her or something. His suitcase was sitting on the floor next to hers, but his jacket, wallet and car keys were not to be found anywhere. Trying to swallow down her fear, she put on shoes and went along the hall to the elevator. Telling herself an increasingly fictitious story that all was well, she made her way to the parking lot to see if his car was there. It had rained earlier, leaving the pavement wet except where his car had been. Robert was gone. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and texted him, but got no answer. Feeling confused and a bit hurt, she went to the front desk to ask about him. But the desk clerk had no information regarding any Robert, so she was left to ruminate over what may have happened to him. She texted him again, then phoned him, but still no answer. Not knowing what to do, she wandered aimlessly back to the room and lay on the bed staring at nothing as her brain churned through a half-dozen ridiculous scenarios. He left her in a panic, abandoning his stuff in a desperate need to get away. He went to a local 24hr food mart to get some snacks and crashed on the wet roads. He went for a walk and at the same time his car was stolen. Aliens abducted him as he was on the way back from the food mart; convinced his DNA and a Ford Focus were the keys to galactic conquest. Rob and Elise Ch. 03: Endings and Beginnings Looking at the late hour, she had no choice but to try and get to sleep and figure out what to do in the morning. Desperately hoping he would be back, she turned off the TV and lights, once again alone in a dark room. She fell asleep weeping. As the morning light brought Elise out of a troubled sleep, she opened her tear-crusted eyes to survey the room. He was indeed gone, having seemingly abandoned her and his clothing in that desperate need to leave. She sat at the edge of the bed totally numb, exhausted from her grief. In a daze she started to pack, thinking of what she would need to do, whom she could call to get a ride home from the hotel and this miserable weekend. Not wanting to be malicious, she started to put Robert's clothes into his suitcase, figuring she could bring it to him later (or set in on fire depending on what his excuse was). As she folded his dinner jacket she heard a thump on the floor. His phone. He'd forgotten his phone. That's why she didn't hear from him. It didn't explain why he was gone, she thought angrily. But it did explain why he didn't get in touch with her. She checked it for messages, but of course it was dead, the battery having lost its charge. She put the phone in with his stuff and closed up his bag. She realized that she didn't want to call anyone, didn't want to wait for help. She just wanted out. Luckily, the hotel offered a paid shuttle service to the nearest international airport. She arranged for a seat on the next one and told them she would be checking out after breakfast. After doggedly assembling a bit of a breakfast amongst the happy couples, she returned to her room, gathered belongings and made to leave it all behind her. She was half-way down the hall when she heard one of the elevator doors open. Out strode Robert, looking tired, but resolute. He stopped in his tracks when he saw her, his eyes meeting hers, and stood for a moment, taking in the details of her suitcase behind her, and without a word ran down the length of the hall to crash into her, his arms immediately circling around her to hold her close. He said nothing, just held her tightly, nearly sobbing in her ear as his cheek, raspy with unshaven stubble pressed into hers. "Oh Elise," was all he said. Elise said nothing, digesting the shock of having his arms around her after the resigning herself to a lost defeat. Robert broke their embrace long enough to acknowledge her suitcase. "I'm so glad I got back in time. I was worried that you would think I'd abandoned you, and that you would leave before I returned. Let me get that," he offered, picking her suitcases up and gently manoeuvering her back to their room. Elise could only follow in an odd sense of suspended joy. "But I checked out," she protested as he opened the door and ushered her back inside. "I made some changes," he said glibly. "We're here until tomorrow." Putting aside the suitcases, he moved to hold her again, kissing her more deeply. Elise opened her mouth to accept him. Their kissing was fervent, passionate, and almost desperate in its intensity. Both of them pouring their want and need for each other with no hesitation any more. They were no longer friends but lovers, open to all the intimacy that lovers enjoy. Elise despite her hunger for him, stopped to ask him where he'd been, what he'd been doing. "I was with Samantha," he said. "I couldn't spend another minute with you without doing the right thing, as difficult it may have been." "What was the right thing?" Elise asked, a bloom of hope opening in her heart. "I broke it off with her," he said simply; seemingly reluctant to extemporize. "That's where I went last night. I drove up to her place late last night. Fortunately she was home. When it was done, I came right back." "So you've been up, like, all night?" she asked. "Pretty much. Her town is a long drive from here," he explained. Elise kissed him again, more in commiseration. "Gods Robert, you must be so tired." "Not too tired," he said with a meaningful smile and a hand on hers, gently stroking, caressing. Elise brought his hand up to her mouth and gently kisses the fingertips with an ever so slightly open mouth, to just let him feel her wet lips. "Mmm," she hummed. "I'm glad about that. But right now I want to know why. I need to know if we're doing the right thing. I did the wrong thing yesterday and it cost dearly." Robert looked at Elise, holding her hands in his, his brown eyes warm, open, loving with a deep vulnerability. "I decided last night that I want to be with someone else; someone who has been there for me for a long time and whom I have come to care for deeply." He paused. "I want you, Elise as more than a friend." Elise threw her arms around his neck and kissed him again. "I want you too, Robert. I think I've wanted you for a long time, just never knew it; not until this weekend. When we danced; really when we were driving down I knew." She whispered in his ear, in a very similar way she did yesterday morning. "I wasn't thinking of just a country road back in the car. I was fantasizing us getting together on that country road." "I've been fantasizing about you too. You are so beautiful Elise. I can't believe I haven't seen it until now." He leaned in and kissed her, a deep, wet, lingering kiss that made Elise's knees turn to water. The kissing became more passionate as they were finally able to express their emotions, their hands roaming over each other's bodies, allowing Robert to caress Elise's round ass, pulling her into his crotch. She moaned in his mouth when she felt him press into her, growing hard and grabbed his ass in kind, to pull him in even closer. They turned with each other, rotating until she could back into the foot of the bed. Robert lay Elise down onto the bed, still kissing her as they went down. His mouth was on her mouth, her neck, her ears. Desperate for release, he tore off his clothes and she likewise stripped down to meet him. He hovered over her to kiss and suck her breasts; his erect cock at her entrance, resisting the urge to thrust himself into her, to not wait a moment longer. Instead, he sucked and teased her nipples until she writhed under him, grabbing at him, stroking him with a hot hand. He teased the head of his dick at her pussy, gently running it up and down along her labia until he felt her try to pull him into her. He pulled back, though, knowing that if he gave in to his need, he'd come instantly. To keep himself grounded, he gently caressed her pussy lips with deft fingers, feeling her getting wet as her arousal built up like a crescendo. Soon he was plunging two fingers in and out of her pussy, thumb circling her clit while sucking on her nipples. "Robert, uunnhh," she moaned as she felt his fingers in her, sliding in and out, her body shuddering as the heat of his desire washed over her, cleaning away all the guilt, grief and loss. In tune with her arousal, he spread her legs and guided his hard cock into her with a groan of ecstasy. Elise pulled him deeper into her until he ground his pelvis into her mons. They were fucking and it was glorious. "Oh, oh, oh," was all she could say as he, beyond words himself, pumped in her. She bucked her pelvis into his as her orgasm; one with him touching her, with him inside her; held off for two days, roared through her. Cued by her climax, Robert started to fuck her harder, thrusting deeply into her, wanting to be with her as she came. Moments later he came with such force that his entire abdomen clenched with each surge. Elise could feel the pulse of his cock inside her pussy as his semen blasted into her until the power of his orgasm subsided. Elise held him inside her as the fading waves of her own orgasm rolled up through her like aftershocks of an earthquake, loving the feeling of him in her. Panting, he flopped onto his side, lying alongside her, kissing her neck, smelling the thick musk of their sex. She turned her head to kiss him back, her eyes, moist with unshed tears, saying volumes. They were lovers now; no longer friends. That threshold, now crossed, was one from which they could never return. But feeling each other, really for the first time, neither of them wanted to ever go back anyway. Feeling fulfilled and complete, the two lovers manoeuvered themselves under the blankets and despite the light coming in from the balcony, fell asleep. It was an extraordinary, warm feeling on his dick that woke Robert up out of his deep mid-day sleep. He realized with delight that the wonderful feeling was Elise's mouth on him. Letting the amazing sensation of her lips wrapped around his shaft pleasure him, he remained quiet and still, granite in her mouth. Eyes closed, he enjoyed her wet lips on his sensitive skin, sometimes just near the head, sometimes down near the base of his cock. After a time, she tightened her mouth on the head of dick and started to jack him, at which point he moved, putting his hands on her back, letting her know he was awake. She looked up at him, making eye contact for only a moment before going back down on him, sucking his cock with even more vigour until he had to warn her he was going to cum. She simply smiled and held him in place as jets of his semen spurted out of him into her mouth. He could feel her swallowed his cum. He watched in awe as a trace of it leaked out past her lips to dribble out. She then gave her lips a bit of a wipe before smiling at him with mischief in her eyes. "You were so deep asleep that I figured only this would wake you," she said, moving up alongside him to give him a lingering kiss. He felt the hardness of her nipples against his chest and despite having just climaxed; it made him still want her even more. "That was unbelievable," he said. He kissed her again, just as deeply, with his tongue dancing across her teeth. He heard her hum in appreciation of his affection, spurring him on to be a bit more enthusiastic. So he moved down to her breasts to suck on her nipples, which she loved, running her fingers through his hair. "Mmm, your lips feel nice," she complimented. Robert started to drift downward, but a gentle pressure on his head stopped him. "Let's wash up and go eat," she suggested, getting up out of bed. "I have a better idea," Robert said, reaching for the room-service menu and holding it up for her to see. "This way we can stay naked." Elise gave a giggle of delight as she threw herself back on the bed. "That means you get to have an appetizer first." She opened her legs wantonly, letting him gaze hungrily at her pink folds. "Well, don't you look scrumptious," he said with a thick voice. "Let's order," he leaned in close to her lips, "then I'll eat," he promised. Robert ordered dinner for the two of them: salads, a couple of pasta dishes, wine and a decadent chocolate cheesecake that made all sorts of promises. He put on pants and a T-shirt before laying Elise down on the bed and spreading her legs. He could see her moist pussy between her thighs and sighed lustily at the sight of her curvy body all laid out for him to enjoy. He brought his hot mouth down onto her lips and tasted her sweet juices for the first time. He licked along her labia, up one side and down the other. He plunged his tongue into her, feeling the pulse of her muscles grip him, pulling him in deeper. He sucked on her clit occasionally, making her moan and squirm. With an ear on the door, he couldn't give himself entirely to the task of pleasuring her, but it was wonderful nonetheless. As her body showed signs of greater arousal, he licked harder, making her quiver until with a deep gasp, she grabbed his head and pulled him into her, gushing the beginning of her orgasm into his open mouth. "Ooooh, lick my pussy. Suck me, eat meeee," she moaned. He grunted in appreciation of making her cum so hard she filled his mouth. He continued in a relentless, deliberate way to keep her plateaued until she came again with a gasping squeal, bucking her hips into his face. He was again hard, despite having just cum in her mouth; his whole body a ringing sense of need coursing up and down his spine. He moved up along her body to kiss her, letting her taste her juices, which she did by sucking on his tongue greedily. She grabbed at his erection through his pants, stroking him, making him go wild with desire. Unable to contain his lust, he fumbled at his pants, yanking them down so he could plunge himself into her sopping pussy. Elise grabbed at him again as he moved into position and pulled him into her desperately. Robert slid into her wet heat, feeling her silken flesh envelop him. He lifted her legs up to his shoulders so he could penetrate her as deep as possible. She gripped him with her pussy, loving the feel of him filling her in such a dramatic manner. He leaned down and kissed her while he fucked her deep. All too soon there was a knock on the door. Robert called out that he'd be there and scrambled to pull his pants back up, stuffing his hard, wet cock into his pants before answering the door. He returned with the trays of food balanced on each arm, not willing to let the server come in to see his woman naked with her glistening pussy waiting for Robert to resume, which he did with a happy grin. As he moved in her, he raised only one leg this time, then rolled her over so he could feel her generous ass against him as his cock slid in and out of her. They rolled again and he was behind her, fucking her doggy style. She pushed back as he thrust in her, his hands gripping her soft hips. "You feel so good Elise," he panted. "I want to do this forever," "Don't ever stop fucking me Robert," she said in between moans. She moved a hand between her legs to stimulate her clit while he was inside her, bringing her to another orgasm. Robert leaned over her, laying his weight on her back as his cock slid between her cheeks, kissing her ear, sucking on her neck. His thrusts grew longer, until he was slipping out of her in his rhythm. It was at that moment that the head of his dick shifted up a bit and probed at her ass. In a wave of lust, Elise pushed back at him. In surprise, Robert paused. Elise looked back at him with a wicked lust shining in her eyes. "Go ahead, try to stick it in my ass if you want," she offered, rubbing herself even harder, riding the wave of her arousal to unprecedented heights. Robert pushed himself into her tight hole a little, feeling the resistance of her sphincter give only slightly. He pulled away from her to run a spit covered tongue into her crack, and tried again, slowly pressing into her until he felt himself pop past her ring into her tight ass. She groaned as his hard cock penetrated her ass for the first time. "Hold still," she instructed as her muscles slowly loosened. "Let me get used to you." Then slowly, tentatively she pushed back against him, feeling him fill her in this new, unfamiliar way. Robert put more saliva on his cock to make sure it was slick enough to keep going up into her ass. After a few minutes he was all the way in, his mind blown by how tight her butt gripped him. He thought her pussy was tight, but her ass was a vise, clamping down on him with an almost painful intensity. Gently he pulled back and then pushed in again, slow and easy as Elise pleasured her clit, the pressure of his cock against her rear wall stimulating her in an unexpected way. "Go a bit faster," she said. Robert complied, slowly fucking her ass, keeping himself wet. It was incredible, a different feeling entirely, gripping him at the base of his dick urging him with the delicious eros of being all the way in her ass. He raised himself a bit higher so he could plunge himself into her with a bit more assertion until she told him she was getting sore. He pulled out slowly, and lay down; embracing her as they both mentally digested what they had just tried for the first time. "Was that your first time?" he asked. "Yeah. You?" "Mine too. How was it?" "Different, but nice. It felt weird at first, but pretty good. We'll have to get some proper lube next time." "Mm, hm," Robert agreed, keeping his voice nonchalant as he listened to his new girlfriend suggest that the next time he fuck her in the ass they use proper lube. He was tempted to pinch himself to check to see if he was dreaming. He kissed her deeply, wordlessly trying to tell her how much she meant to him. "I love you Elise," he said simply. Her eyes widened at his words and she echoed them back to him. "I love you too Robert," He got up from the bed to wash off, listening to Elise uncover their meals. He came back to see her sitting up, her large breasts above the tray, which was balanced on her lap. "Let's eat naked," she said. "Now that I have you all to myself, you aren't allowed to wear clothes." "You want access to me all the time?" Robert asked, brazenly coming up near her face. She got his hint and pulled him into her mouth, sucking on his cock, faintly tasting the soap on his skin. She looked at him mischievously, waiting for him to get into it, before letting him slip out from between her soft lips. She then pushed him away and made to pay attention to her food. "Let me eat," she said with a slight, toying smile. "Now that was mean," he said with mock admonishment, having to cool his ardour in order to put his try on his only marginally softening dick. It didn't help that occasionally Elise would reach under his tray to fondle him. Nonetheless, they ate their food, trying to keep themselves clean, which, of course resulted in Robert needing to use his tongue to lick spills off Elise's ample chest. Eventually when the food was gone, they pushed aside the trays and made love again. Now that there were no barriers between them, they were determined to indulge to the limits of their endurance. She rolled on top of him and guided his cock into her pussy as she lowered herself onto him, kissing him. Robert groaned into her mouth as he felt her pussy envelop him again. He grabbed at her hips and angled himself so that the base of his prick was grinding against her clit. Else rode him slowly, deliciously wanting to feel his hands all over her. He massaged her breasts, pinching her turgid nipples, drinking in the sexy image of her curvy body with his cock moving in and out of her pussy. He was beyond happy to be with this incredible, sexy woman who gave of herself beyond anyone he'd ever known, his wife, even Samantha, whom he thought was a dynamo. He felt a profound connection with Elise that transcended sex, transcended friendship, and it swept him beyond arousal into a form of erotic satori; one that brought on a sudden, intense orgasm. Unable to resist the feeling, he thrust himself upward, pumping his semen into her with a series of hoarse gasps. "Aiee," Elise cried out. The feeling of him pulsing up into her cervix filled her with an inexplicable joy. She didn't climax sexually but did emotionally, her love for him, pleasure at making him feel so good infused her with loving warmth. She lay back down on him, her heart beating with his. "I love this," she said. "Can we stay here forever, just making love all the time?" Robert smiled at his lover, so newly beautiful to him, yet familiar, comfortable, relaxed in his presence, with all his imperfections. "Well, I can't stay like this forever," he said with mock seriousness. "I need a shower. Then why don't we visit the falls again, but differently." To emphasize the difference, he stroked her labia gently with a finger. In response, she circled her hand around his soft dick, wet from both of their juices. "Different is good," she agreed. Getting up to join him a long, luxurious shower, during which they kissed and went down on each other with the water streaming in their faces. Rob and Elise Ch. 03: Endings and Beginnings Their second visit to the falls was indeed different, Robert holding Elise close with no feelings of conflict and Elise loving his arms around her as they marvelled at the geological spectacle. They got other tourists to take their pictures, side by side, holding hands, kissing. It felt natural, real to them and at no point did either of them question their happiness at being a couple in every sense of the word. They shared a snack, wandered about the shops, bought souvenirs and slowly let the sun set on their day together. They went back to the hotel to have a late dinner during which they danced again, close and comfortable, snug. Robert wasn't aching for her in the same way any longer. Oh the feel of her breasts against his chest still made his mouth go dry, but not in the wanting-what-he-couldn't-have way. He kissed her, much in the same way they kissed the first night, softly, gently, almost tentatively, but knowing behind the softness, that they were each other's. "I love you," Robert said again. He felt as if he needed to make up for lost time with her, almost compress a year's love into one weekend. Later on they sat in the hot tub again, reliving their first night in much the same way. Robert looked at his woman, marvelling at her breasts in the water, how much seeing her naked body turned him on, making him grow hard in the water. "I think about that first night," he said. "Seeing you naked for the first time as you invited me to the tub. You took my breath away Elise, made me question everything I thought I knew about myself. I wanted you so badly; it was all I could do not to ravish you right then and there." "You can ravish me now, lover," Elise said, taking his hand and putting it on her breast, kneading it into her flesh a moment before taking one of his fingers into her mouth. She sucked on it, admiring the play of water on his muscular chest, how his hard cock jutted out of the water and how his eyes were so filled with love. She dipped her head down to take him in her mouth. "Oh god Elise, that feels good," Robert breathed. He lifted himself up out of the water, almost guiding her back to a sitting position until he was standing, legs straddling hers in the water, his cock pumping in and out of her wet mouth. He looked down at the woman he loved, his flesh in her mouth, the look of pleasure on her face as she felt the head of his dick moving in and out of her throat. He reached down and stroked her pussy in the water as she sucked his cock. Her hands held his ass so she could pull him in deep or hold him off, playing his arousal like a musical instrument. Robert complied with her movement until he couldn't hold off any longer. He pulled out and lifted her up and around so he could slide himself into her from behind. "Oh yeah, Robert, fuck me like you wanted to that night," she demanded. Robert let loose his restraint, living the fantasy of their first night, giving all of himself to her as she gave all of herself to him. He leaned in to kiss her back, her neck, her ear as she took all of him inside her. He felt the soft flesh of her ass cheeks against his pelvis as his hands gripped her hips with vise-like fingers. She turned her head to jam her tongue into his mouth, which he sucked on greedily. Slowing down, he reached around with one hand to caress her clit while the other hand wandered to fondle her butt as he pumped cock in and out of her. Her moans encouraged him, so he licked his finger to moisten it more, enough so that it slipped in her tight ring a bit. The erotic sensation of her ass gripping his finger pushed him way past the point of no return, and in an almost sense of surprise, he pushed himself deep into her and came with a series of heavy grunts, filling her again. Elise turned her head again to kiss him as she felt him swell in her with his climax. She then felt him slide out and quickly replace his hard dick with his deft fingers as he kept her on her plateau so she could come too. He used both hands, one pleasuring her pussy, the other pleasuring her ass, making her feel delightfully erotic in an almost forbidden way. She could feel his fingers circling her clit, and then gently massaging it, along with a gentle probing in her ass. She pushed back against him, giving him encouragement to be more aggressive. He resumed plunging his fingers in her dripping pussy until she felt her orgasm pulse its way all through her pelvis. They sank back into the water, beyond sated, Robert's arm around Elise as they cuddled and embraced in the water. "Here's to us having non-stop sex every day for the rest of our lives," Robert mock toasted with a smile. Elise's eyes grew wide at what he'd unwittingly said, in essence making a lifetime commitment to being with her, something Christian would never, could never, do. "Oh Robert," she said with a kiss to his lips. Putting her hands on his cheeks, she held his face in her hands and looked back at him, her eyes boring into his soul, seeing his love for her mirrored in his eyes. They kissed for a long time, until the evening passed into night, and despite their nap, fatigue claimed them. They dried off and settled naked into bed, cuddled closely, spooning with no fabric, no barriers between them. They fell asleep kissing. Elise woke momentarily unsure if the past weekend had been some sort of wild dream until she felt Robert's breath on the back of her neck. She rolled over and looked into his brown eyes. "Morning beautiful," he said, kissing her. She felt the stubble on his face, so different than Christian, who seemed an almost distant memory, even though it had only been days. "Morning handsome," she replied. "I love this, waking to see you first thing after falling asleep with you. I want to wake up with you every day, and go to sleep with you every day," she said softly. "Why don't you?" Robert asked, raising himself up on an elbow, looking at her intently. "What?" was Elise's stunned response to his question. Robert sat up, now really sure, in this moment, about what he was about to say. "That's right Elise. Move in with me. Be with me always." "Robert, I -" "Say 'yes' Elise. I've waited too long for you already. I don't want to wait any longer. I know what I want for myself, for us. I want you. I'm sure of it." Elise lay there a minute, looking at the man beside her, imagining really being with him every day, accepting his flaws, having him accept her flaws; which were all unknowns at that time. Maybe he didn't put the dishes away. Maybe he wouldn't like how she rolled the tube of toothpaste. She imagined them maybe not agreeing on how to make supper. But looking at him long enough, she knew that those were small things. "I will, Robert. I will come to be with you, always and forever," she answered with a deep sense of knowing that they were meant for each other. "That way we can have sex every morning," she said, reaching for him voraciously. "Mmm," Robert moaned as he rolled onto her and started to suck her glorious breasts again and again. "It's almost check-out time. We'll have to make this a quickie." "Then get in me quick," she breathed into his ear, spreading her legs, inviting him into her. Robert ignored her, instead wasting no time going down on her, sucking on her already sensitive clit. Clearly he had a different idea of quickie as he licked her with long, deliberate strokes in a relentless rhythm to make her wild. She wanted him in her, like nobody ever in her life. She couldn't get enough of his mouth, his hand and his cock. "Oh my god, Robert, please fuck me!" she gasped as his mouth on her carried her to a state of arousal that went far beyond anything she'd ever experienced. But he didn't, not until she started to thrust back against his mouth, the need to come overpowering her want of him inside her. He held her at the edge for a minute and only then, when she was cresting, did he slide his hard dick into her with one long, smooth stroke. He ground himself up against her clit just as her arousal reached its peak, his mouth on her tits, biting her nipples with just enough sharpness to push her beyond her precipice. Her climax was a series concussive waves that forced her back to arch up and her voice to come out in a series of ragged shrieks. Feeling her go beyond anything he'd felt all weekend was a pleasure he'd never experienced either, and it was not long before he pumped his cum into her with a hoarse cry of his own. He let his weight rest on her body, nestling his head on her chest, feeling it rise and fall with her breath, hearing her heart beating its staccato rhythm. Her arms snaked around his body, holding him close in that post-coital luxury with a loved one. Eventually, though the time slipped away from them, bringing to a close this momentous weekend, one that had changed their lives forever. At the desk, since Robert had added the extra night under his name, Burgeson, the attendant referred to them as Mr. and Mrs. Burgeson, which caused the two to look at each other before laughing. They packed the car and drove back to the city. During the drive, they held each other's hand, or rested hands on the other's thigh. Not friendly pats, but the sensual caresses of lovers, caresses that made them tingle in delightful, erotic ways. At one point along their drive, they approached especially quiet road on their left. Robert looked at Elise and she grinned and nodded without saying a word. They turned off onto that quiet country road and followed it until they found what they were looking for; a driveway into a small wooded area, clearly unused for some time. Robert slowed down as they approached the driveway, and looked again at Elise. She leaned in and kissed him, open-mouthed and wet, filled with promise and desire. Her hand snaked into his crotch to grip him. His hand pressed in on her breast, feeling her nipple through the fabric of her shirt. They broke the kiss and pulled into the driveway, out of sight of even the small road. Robert turned off the engine, leaving them in the stillness of the countryside, filled with the sounds of birds, insects and wind. They kissed again, hands wandering all over each other's bodies until they had crossed that threshold where they knew they were going to try to fuck in the car. They got into the back seat and Robert pulled off his pants. Elise merely lifted up her skirt, revealing her pink lips to him, uncovered by any underwear. "You went commando?" Robert asked in delighted surprise. Elise smiled at him before kissing him again, her tongue deep in his mouth. "I always plan ahead. Get used to it," she answered, reaching for his hardening member. They were fucking and it wasn't glorious. Not in the cramped space of the small back seat. At one point Robert hit his head on the door frame, making them both laugh as he tried to stay inside her. Nor did she come like in her fantasy, but it was enough for them to laugh as they made love in the small car, fulfilling her fantasy in ways that she hadn't expected. She was going home with him to go home to him. And that was much, much better.