5 comments/ 4054 views/ 9 favorites Silver Pt. 02 By: CantC54 *** If you are under the age of 18 or are not of legal age in your jurisdiction, please exit this story immediately *** This story is for adults only and contains content that is sexual in nature. This is part 2 in the "Silver" series. I urge you to please read, or at least, peruse the pages of, "Silver Pt. 01" before reading the story below in order to get a better understanding of the characters. This story is fiction, but, it does contain versions of sexual experiences that I have shared with lovers throughout my life. I welcome all of you to vote, comment, and leave me your suggestions and criticisms regarding your thoughts on this story! *** A very special thank you must go out to "WickedInside" for her editing skills and suggestions that made this story so much better! *** ****************************** That night, I sat down to catch up on some TV after cleaning up dinner. Misty was already laying at the glass front door, keeping watch over the homestead. It was early in the evening and I was a bit tired from the previous night's activities. I could feel my eyes getting heavy as the national News blabbered on about some political nonsense. It wasn't long before I heard Misty snoring away, and I just had to laugh. "What a watch dog," I said to myself, as I sank back further into the sofa and I was out like a light. Misty and I both jumped at the same time to the sound of the door bell ringing. I nearly jumped out of my skin as Misty danced happily at the door before stretching out in her usual manner. She ran over to get me, digging her nose under my arm and raced back to the door. I managed to drag myself up off of the sofa and walked to the door, cracking it open a bit, and asked who was there. "Hey Handsome, it's me!" the familiar, sexy voice said. "Hey Sweetheart, come in!" I said in surprise. Marlene opened the door and entered, giving me a big hug and a sweet kiss. Misty was nosing her way between us and she had no intention of stopping until Marlene acknowledged her. "Hey there Misty-girl!" Marlene said, bending over and giving Misty a scratch on the head. Misty dropped to the floor and turned right over onto her back with her belly raised high in the air. "didn't we do this last night Misty?" Marlene asked, as she knelt on the floor, giving Misty her belly rub. "Oh you're such a pretty baby!" she said, in a high pitched voice. "Thank you," I said with a grin. "Oh geez, I don't know which one of you is worse," she laughed. "Well, I would guess Misty, since she's the one on the floor laying on her back with her legs spread," I added. "Maybe if you drop to the floor and spread your legs, you'll get a belly rub too, Michael," Marlene said, looking up at me with a smile in her voice. "I just may do that one day," I replied, laughing at her comment. While on the floor rubbing Misty's belly, Marlene told me that she forgot to take my phone number down before leaving that morning. She told me that since she couldn't call, she decided to walk over and get it from me personally. Marlene stood up from giving Misty her belly rub and walked into me with another hug. It felt so nice as she pulled me in tightly. I reached up with my hand and said, "Hey, where did you go?" "I'm right here smart ass," she said, as she playfully punched my chest with the bottom of her closed hand. "Oh, well last night, you were all the way up here," I said raising my hand up, level with the top of my head. "I'm not wearing heels tonight, Michael," she said, blushing and pressing her forehead into me. "Oh, I thought that you shrank during the day," I joked. This got me another playful punch on the chest. "So, you're actually, five..." I started, but was interrupted with Marlene saying that she was actually five feet,six inches tall. She reached up and gave me a soft kiss while wrapping her arms around my waist and tightly pulled me back into her beautiful body. Misty scampered off to the bedroom and raced wildly back out with her pet monkey, sliding past us, along the hardwood floor, in a failed attempt to stop. She held the stuffed animal in her mouth, before scrambling back to Marlene, dropping at her feet, and plopping her head on top of her favorite toy. "Oh, did you bring me your monkey?" Marlene asked in an overly excited voice. "Is that for me, girl?" "Can I have it?" she continued. Misty laid there with her tail wildly beating against the wooden floor, squeezing her pet monkey. "I have a monkey for you!" I said, as I dropped my hands to her beautiful ass and felt the short, denim skirt that she was wearing. "Oh, is that right?" Marlene replied, with the sound of a raised eyebrow and a giggle. "Oh, very nice!" I said as I slid my hands up under her skirt and grabbed the smooth skin of her beautiful ass. "Mmm, Michael, we're right in front of the door." "I don't see anyone looking in," I replied in amusement. Marlene pushed me back and around the corner of the hallway. Pressing me against the wall, she gave me a breathtaking, passionate kiss as my hands remained on her ass. Once again, I was in heaven and my cock was already raging in my shorts. We stood there, seemingly forever, kissing, licking and sucking lips and tongues into each other's mouths. It could have lasted all night for all I cared. The sound of moans, moist lips parting and reconnecting filled the hallway until we finally seperated and came up for some much needed air! "Tank top?" I asked, in a winded voice. "Yes," she exhaled, giving me a little poke in the belly, "White," she added in a winded voice of her own. "Let me see," I said, reaching up and feeling the fabric of her top. As my hands made their way up towards her breasts, she moaned and it wasn't long before I found out why. She pulled my hands up to her tits where I felt her beautiful, stiff nipples pressing through the white material. I imagined how she looked in that top; her dark areolas and nipples outlining her breasts through the thin, white fabric. She moaned in appreciation as I began to gently play with them. "You are so sexy," I whispered into her ear. "Mmm, I like being sexy, Michael. C'mon, lets go over and get comfortable on the sofa," she said, as she took my hands from her breasts and led me to the living room. "Here, let's ly down together." I sat down and laid my head back onto the pillow. Marlene walked over to the door and closed it with the sound of the lock clicking shut afterwards. She came over, slipped out of the sandals that she was wearing, and suggested that I might want to take my shirt off. I sat up and felt Marlene's hands grab the bottom of my shirt and pull it off before I ever had a chance. "I love removing things from you Michael," she said, in a seductive voice. I felt a piece of clothing hit my chest and soon found that it was Marlene's white tank top. Rubbing it on my face, I told her how good she smelled before putting it to the side. Marlene shook out her hair and hesitated for a second. I heard something else hit the floor before she laid down on top of me and nuzzled her breasts and head into my chest. "Oh, you feel so good, Michael," she said, as her body melted into me. I rested my hands on her back and began rubbing her lightly. As I reached up and played with her hair, Marlene said that she had to tell me something. "Utt oh, here it comes," I thought aloud, without realizing it. "Oh Sweetie, believe me, it's not bad," she replied, as she gave me a little bite on my nipple. "Mmm..." I sighed. "So, remember last night when you were on the floor feeling my legs and other things and you asked me something about how I could do that to you and I replied that I would tell you later?" "Yes..." I slowly said. "Well, it's later," she giggled. Marlene lifted her head from my chest and raised up to give me a soft kiss, running her hard nipples along my skin. "Mmm..." I groaned again. She slid her tits back and forth across my chest before finally resting her head back down on my shoulder. "When I first moved to my mom's, after I had gone through several surgeries," she began, "My nose was still bandaged, my eyes were still black and blue and I was terrified of everything." She continued to tell me that she had a nervous breakdown in the hospital, but with the help of a great counseler and even better plastic surgeon who not only medically helped her, but emotionally became her rock, she eventually began to recover. Marlene told me that the doctor was a woman about the same age as her. She said that she was very kind, soft spoken, and caring. Even more amazing, was that she also was a survivor of years with an abusive husband. She told me that was the reason for her becoming a surgeon with the sole intention of helping women who suffered the same brutality as she had. "If it weren't for her and my counselor, Michael, I never would have left that hospital," Marlene said, in a serious, but calm voice. "I had to go back for several more surgeries, beginning the long process of getting my nose, cheek and teeth fixed," she said, again telling me how this doctor helped her through each step that she took towards her recovery. "Anyway, let me get back to where I started," she said, shaking her head for getting sidetracked. She went back to where she had left off, sitting at her Mom's, looking out the front window wondering if she would ever be able to go outside by herself again. "My Mom, god bless her heart, was brushing out my hair, getting ready to put it up into a ponytail for me when I first saw you and Misty at the top of the street. It was a bitter cold January morning and even from the distance, I could see the white, frosty breath coming from both of you," she said, as she gave a little shiver into my chest. I wrapped one hand around her back and began to play with her hair with the other one as Marlene let out a soft moan and another shiver. I gave a little laugh and she nuzzled her face into me, wiggling the rest of her body on top of me. I could almost feel the chill racing through her body, as I took both of my hands and rubbed her back a bit more roughly. Marlene let out an appreciative moan and relaxed into me again. "Anyway, as my Mom continued with my hair, you and Misty were soon approaching the front of the house, but on the other side of the street. You were saying something to her and you laughed afterwards, shaking your head as you reached down and gave her a little scratch on the head. I whispered to my Mom to look and she glanced out the window from behind me. You had a big, heavy gray sweatshirt on, along with gloves and a baseball cap. I thought that you had to be freezing out there," she said, again, rubbing her face and tits into my chest with a shiver. "My Mom went to say something to me when we both realized that you and Misty were heading towards a car that was parked across the sidewalk. My mom and I both went for the door at the same time to warn you, but I suddenly froze and sat back down, not taking my eyes off of you," she told me, as if the event were happening at that very moment. "Misty slowed and came to a stop in front of the parked car as my mom was opening the front door, but I quickly told her to wait. As I looked from my chair and mom from the door, you said something to Misty. Misty looked to both sides, then turned to the right, bringing you to the curb, and stopped again until you said something else and you both stepped into the street. Mom opened the door and went to say something when Misty turned left immediately after reaching the back of the car, walked you along the rear and returned you safely to the other side." "My Mom asked me why I sat back down. I told her that I was afraid that you would see me and she questioned my reply in disbelief. I shouted back at her to take a good look at me and instantly felt horrible after my nasty outburst." "I didn't take my eyes off of you and Misty as you stopped when you returned to the sidewalk, reached down, said something to her with a big smile and rubbed her head before you both continued walking again. I felt ridiculous, embarrassed, and dejected all at the same time. By the time that I looked up again, you were disappearing around the corner and I had this feeling of loneliness and emptiness in my heart. But, it was an emotional feeling, nonetheless and possibly the first I had since my hospitalization. My Mom had closed the door and came back over to me, leaning over and hugging me as I sat there in the chair staring out the window." "I asked my Mom if she saw your face. It was brilliant and sweet, beautiful, and strong. Michael, you looked like you could see. I asked her if she saw what you and Misty had just done, as the tears began to run down my face. I sat there, shaking and sobbing in my mom's arms as if I were a child." "Mom told me that she thought that your name was Mike, and saw you and Misty walk by the house on several occasions during the past couple of years. She also told me that she believed that you lived a few blocks over, as she softly rubbed my hand. She couldn't understand how a person who could not see, have the courage to trust a dog to walk and guide them safely along the streets of the town. Mom said that maybe one day I could ask you myself. I told her that I wasn't going anywhere, and I wasn't strong like you." "My mom returned to finish my hair, wrapping the cloth band around it, and my ponytail was complete. She mentioned to me that you probably had felt the same way at some point in your life as she sat in the chair next to me, taking my hand into hers and telling me that I would be alright and that everyday, I would grow a bit stronger." "We sat in the warm sun as it shined through the window, drinking our coffee and talking about things before I confessed that I wish that you would walked by every day so I could see you again." "Michael, can I ask you something?" "Sure, you can ask me anything that you want," I replied, as I pulled her closer into me. "Were you scared when you lost your sight?" she asked, as she gave my chest a soft kiss. "No, I was petrified," I said, remembering the feelings that I had twenty-five years ago. "Just as you felt, I swore that I wasn't ever going anywhere." "And how did you manage to finally go out of your house?" "One day, a man from the Commission For The Blind, came to my home and told me that we were going for a walk. I told him that he was fucking crazy. He told me that he heard that line more times than he could remember, as he unfolded a cane, placed it into my hand, and showed me the correct way to hold it. He told me to grab ahold of his elbow and he guided me out of the door, to the blank, frightening world, and we began our first lesson which in time, led me towards my independence. I didn't realize that my hands, along with the rest of my body, had tensed against Marlene, as I relived that moment in my life. "Marlene, the whole experience was terrifying. But, as time went on, I learned the skills that I needed to walk and travel by myself. There are still times that I feel a bit nervous and quite frankly, scared to death. It's just a matter of putting some things in the back of your mind, remembering what you were taught, and getting on with your life. Believe me, it didn't happen overnight and there were many setbacks along the way." "Michael, you are amazing, do you know that?" "Marlene, there is nothing amazing about me. I'm just a regular guy whose eyes are broken. Everyone is strong, they just need a catalyst to bring out the strength that they are holding inside." "Hmmm...," she sighed, deep in thought. We lay together on the sofa, lightly running our hands along each other, not saying too much, but knowing how each other felt. I played with her soft hair and she lightly stroked my sides as our tensions eased and we completely relaxed into each other. It was so peaceful lying there in her arms. I took my hand from her hair and ran it along her cheek and down to her full lips. She pouted her lips and let out a giggle. "That's how this all started, you know?" I said with a laugh. "Oh Michael, it started the first time that I saw you," she said, stretching up and giving me a big smooch with those beautiful, full lips. She overexaggerated the sound and it filled the quiet room as her smile widened. Marlene laughed and nestled her head back down into my chest. "OK, can I ask you something different?" this time, in a much lighter tone. "Yep, go ahead, ask away," I said with a now relaxed smile. "Michael, what do you say to Misty when you are walking?" she asked me as she slid up and nuzzled her nose into my neck. "Mmm..." I sighed, "I don't know, I am always talking to her when we walk together" I said. I continued by telling Marlene that it depended on the day, situation or the sounds that surrounded us as we walk along. "I always give her continuous praise and positive reinforcement for the unbelievable job that she does. Sometimes I ask her to speed up and other times, to slow down, depending on how I feel." I told Marlene that I usually talk to her about the birds that are chirping or the chimes that are ringing on the houses, but mostly to keep her eyes on the sidewalk instead of the squirrels! "Is that why you laugh when you are talking to her?" Marlene asked as she kissed and nibbled on my neck. "Uh... What was that?" I asked, not being able to focus on the question as her soft lips sucked on my skin. "Is that why you laugh?" she asked again. "Oh, yeah, for the most part," I somehow managed to reply. Marlene reached up higher on my neck, just under my ear and in a sensual voice asked, "What were you saying to her when I was walking down the sidewalk towards you last night?" now moaning softly and giving me a little bite with her white teeth. "Um...Uh, um... I think that I told her that she was shameless because she had her legs spread wide apart for the world to see." "And what did you say that made you smile?" she then asked as her tongue dropped down to my neck and slowly licked back up, returning to my earlobe and taking it between her lips. "Oh god Marlene..." I moaned. "Oh Michael, I don't think that it was that," she seductively whispered into my ear. She lifted up a bit and began to lightly rub her tits back and forth across my chest, again asking me if I could remember what I said. "I wish that someone would do that to me is what I said," I told her, in a quick, panting voice. "Oh you do, do you?" Marlene said, this time taking my ear lobe between her teeth and giving it a little tug before releasing it. "Would you rather have that or is this better?" she teasingly asked, continuing to glide her hard nipples across my body before moving them up towards my face. "C'mon Michael, tell me what you like better," she said in a devilish, sexy voice. Before I could answer, she was tracing her tits over my face, eyes, mouth, and forehead. "Would you rather have me rub your belly Michael, or slide my tits into your mouth?" she seductively asked, sliding one nipple across my lips, soon followed by the other. "Marlene, put them in my mouth," I begged, as my expanding cock quickly filled my pants. Marlene stopped her deliberate seduction and slowly removed her tits from my face. "Michael, my tits are hanging just above your face... My nipples are so hard and I need them to be sucked," she said in a low teasing growl. "They're pointing down at you. Do you want them, Michael? Should I let you suck and lick my tits?" she continued in that teasing voice. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue trying to reach up and suck one. "Oh, you are so close, Michael!" she teased, letting a nipple graze my tongue. I lifted my head up and grasped it, sucking it hard into my mouth. "Oh, you are the fast one aren't you?" she said, pushing the rest of her breast down into my face and forcing my head back into the pillow. "Suck it, suck it...yes..." she moaned. She took her tit from my mouth and replaced it with the other one. "This one needs some love too," she groaned. "Oh yes Michael...that's it..." she continued. Silver Pt. 03 *** If you are under the age of 18 or are not of legal age in your jurisdiction, please exit this story immediately *** This story is for adults only and contains content that is sexual in nature. This is part 3 in the "Silver" series. I urge you to please read, or at least, peruse the pages of, "Silver Pt. 01 and 02" before reading the story below in order to get a better understanding of the characters. This story is fiction, but, it does contain versions of sexual experiences that I have shared with lovers throughout my life. I very much welcome all of you to vote, comment, and leave suggestions with your thoughts on this story! Thanks to all for your votes and kind words on the two previous parts! *** A very special thank you must go out to "WickedInside" for her editing skills and suggestions that made this story so much better! *** ************* It was mid-morning and I found myself in my workshop, struggling to shoot some screws up through the bottom of a carpeted cat tower base that I had built the previous day. While on my knees, I grabbed the impact driver that was lying next to me on the floor, and from an awkward position, began to shoot a screw up into the post that would be the main support for the cat tower. As the impact driver began sinking the long screw into the post, I heard the phone ring out in the TV room. Of course, the phone always seems to ring when I am most unavailable, I thought to myself. It was on the third ring by the time I had the screw completely driven in. I raised up from the cement floor with a few creaks and cracks in my knees and raced for the phone. "Hello," I said, answering the phone in heavy breaths. "Michael?" the female voice asked. "Marlene?" I asked, still breathing heavily. "Hey Handsome, are you alright?" "Hey Sweetheart, yes, I'm fine. I was just in the shop wrestling with a cat tower that I am building." "Oh geez, it sounds like you're losing," Marlene said with a laugh. "I was at first, but eventually made a comeback and screwed it good," I said with a double entendre. "Oh, you better not be screwing anything except me," she said in a giggling, seductive voice. "Are you at work?" I asked. "Yep," Marlene simply stated. "Are you on your break?" "Yes, kind of, but not really." Marlene answered. "Marlene, that doesn't make one bit of sense," I laughed. "I'm in my office working, but I needed a little break from the monotony of the morning." "Oh, you have your own office? What do you do there?" I asked in an inquisitive voice. "Oh Michael, it doesn't matter right now, and I want to talk about you, not me." "But Marlene, I just wanted..." I began, before being interrupted. "Michael, I'm sitting here looking at your little cat tower page. Are you telling me that you made all of these beautiful cat towers yourself? Is that what all of those saws and tools are for?" "Um, yes, all of those things that I showed to you the other night are what I use to make those towers." "Oh Michael, please, I can't think of you using those big saws..." she said nervously, "They make me really nervous thinking of you with your hands near those blades." "I've been doing this for a long time Sweetheart, but just to let you know, I'm much more careful around those machines since I can't see," I said in a reassuring voice. "That doesn't make me feel any better, just to let you know," Marlene said in an uncomfortable tone. "So, Michael, these things are beautiful and the pictures of the cats on them are really cute! The leopard print one is gorgeous." "You know, the funny thing about that one is that the pattern of the print matched up exactly with the trim around the edges. And believe me, that was a one in a million chance that it fell into place that way," I laughed. "Do you like leopard print, Michael?" "Yes, I love it. Leopards are beautiful cats, why?" I answered. "Do you like leopard print on other things besides cats?" she asked in a low, sensual voice. "Yeah, sure," I replied quickly. "Hmm, I'll have to rememberr that," Marlene replied in her patented, sexy voice. "What other things do you like? What do you like on your women, Michael?" "My women?" I asked, laughing hard into the phone. "Yes, your women, and by women, I mean, me. What do you like as far as clothes, looks and that sort of thing?" she asked in her best soft, seductive voice. "Marlene, are you by yourself in your office? Are you sure that no one else can hear you?" "Yes silly, I'm all alone, sitting here thinking about you and maybe some other things that are attached to you." "Oh geez, Marlene, don't get me started when I'm here, and you're in Philadelphia," I said with a hard on quickly growing in my jeans. "C'mon Handsome, tell me what you like..." she said with an exaggerated moan. "Oh god... Well, first of all, I like everything about you. I love your tits, nipples and areolas, and your beautiful ass. I love the way that you dress; your thongs and high heels of course. I love your tight spandex shorts and that little denim skirt that you wore the other night, which was the icing on the cake." "Well thank you, Handsome," she said, "But, tell me what really turns you on. give me a list of things that you think are sexy." "Well, I love lipstick; especially glossy lipstick. I think that dangling earings are incredibly sexy, and after thinking about them on you, I may need to take a cold shower after we hang up," I said. "Oh is that right?" Marlene replied with a giggle. "Go on, what else?" "Form-fitting clothes," I said next. "Shirts, dresses, jeans,and yes, tank tops!" "Tank tops with a bra or without?" she asked again in that sensual voice of hers. "Oh Marlene, I think that you already know the answer to that one! Your breasts are so beautiful and I think they are even more amazing when they aren't covered with a bra. You have the perfect body for that look," I said with a full fledged hard on, now straining uncomfortably in my jeans. "But don't get me wrong, I think that sexy bras are great too," I added. "I love perfume, revealing dresses, stockings, long, painted finger nails, and a sexy, playful, horny girlfriend too." "Oh, am I your girlfriend, Michael?" Marlene asked. "Um, well, if you want to be," I stammered, embarrassed at my forwardness. "Hmm, we'll discuss that later," Marlene said, in a hesitant, seemingly unsure voice. I couldn't understand why I had to say that. I was thinking that I had just ruined the whole conversation and once again, I would find myself left out in the cold. I didn't know what to say and the silence on the line was unbearable. I thought that the best thing to do now was just to say everything that instantly came to my mind. It couldn't do anymore damage than I had already done, I surmised. "Marlene," I finally said, "Do you know what I really like the most? I like kindness; I like people who care; I like understanding, acceptance, and appreciation. I like helping, giving, and compassion towards humanity. I like talking to the elderly, children, and people of other cultures. I like the sound of ocean waves crashing into the shoreline. I like the sound of howling wind, driving rain, the distant whistle of a train, and a lonely piano. I like the magic of christmas, the smell of spring, the crisp Autumn air, the silence of a summer night and the first snow of the season. I like to be touched, held and hugged tightly. I like to be thought of just because. I like closeness and lying together in someone's arms, I like soft, full lips, soft kisses, soft skin, and soft hands stroking my face. I like vulnerability, honesty, and humility. I like passion, being seduced, teased, and having a lover that isn't afraid to take charge and tell me what she wants. And maybe the simplest of all... I like to be surprised and the thought that someone took the time and thoughtfulness to do so." "Oh Sweetie, are you sure that you're a real person and I'm not just dreaming?" she asked, with a little bit of shakiness in her voice. "No, you're not dreaming... It's just plain old me." "I like just plain old you," Marlene said, sounding as if her eyes were welling up. In the background, I heard a female voice say, "Mrs. Stanton, you have a call waiting on line 4." "Thanks, Margie, I'll pick it up in a second," Marlene said to the woman, as she held the phone away from her mouth. "Stanton is your last name, Marlene?" I asked. "It won't be much longer," she replied back in a serious tone. "Hey Handsome, can you do dinner Friday night?" "Yes, sure, that sounds nice," I replied with a smile, giving myself some comfort that I hadn't screwed things up with my "girlfriend" comment. "Sweetie, I have to take this call. I'll talk to you tonight after I get home, OK?" "Sure, I'll talk to you then," I replied. "See ya, Handsome," she said before hanging up the phone. I clicked the phone off and went back into my workshop and continued to assemble the cat tower. I finished screwing in the post and was happy with the results. I had created three wooden jumping pads that needed to be covered in carpet. I measured and cut the carpet and managed to only knick myself once with the utility knife! I thought that this would be a good time to take a break and grab a bite to eat, but more so, to stop the blood that had trickled down my hand. I certainly didn't need to deliver a bloody cat tower to the animal shelter to whom I was making this donation. I grabbed a couple of paper towels from the roll that I had in the shop. Yes, unfortunately, this wasn't my first rodeo and I finally wised up to the fact that it was easier to keep a couple of rols in the shop instead of having to run upstairs every time that I cut myself! I held the clump of paper towel on my hand as I made my way upstairs to clean it up, and then fix myself some lunch. As I sat at the kitchen table, chewing on a piece of cold fried chicken, I thought about some of the things that Marlene had said during our conversation that morning. She was hiding something I thought. "I don't know, what do you think girl?" I asked Misty, as she laid on the kitchen floor next to my chair. I felt a paw on my leg and reached down to give Misty a scratch on the head and found that she was once again, lying on her back. "Oh, I'm shocked, girl," I sighed. "Well, it certainly isn't hard finding out what you like best," I laughed. I gave Misty a belly rub for a couple of minutes before finishing my lunch. I cleaned up, made sure that I was no longer bleeding, and went back down to my shop for a few more hours of work. ********** ********** As I sat in the chair that night watching a sitcom on TV, I was hoping that I would hear the doorbell ring. I couldn't get Marlene out of my mind and even though we had only spent two nights together, I was feeling a bit empty inside. I was craving her touch, her soft lips pressing into mine, and the full weight of her body lying on top of me. I wanted to hear her voice, her giggles, her sensuous moans, and seductive whispers in my ear. I wanted to feel her hard nipples dancing across my skin. I wanted to hear her talking to me, telling me what she wanted and what she was going to do to me. I wanted to feel my tongue sliding along the wet lips of her pussy, her mouth wrapped around my cock, and my cock plunging deep inside her. I wanted her on top of me, raising up and slamming back down on my engorged shaft, and the feel of her pussy frantically rocking against my pelvis as she screamed in an exploding orgasm. I wanted everything, but most of all, I just wanted her. The phone rang as my hand was busy rubbing my dick through my shorts while thinking of Marlene. "Hello," I said after picking up the receiver. "Hey there, Handsome, what are you up to" Marlene's cheerful voice said. "Hey Sweetheart, I was just sitting here thinking about you." "Oh you were..." she replied, "And what were you thinking about me, Michael?" "Um, well, let's just say that I may need another cold shower," I said in a sheepish tone. Marlene giggled and said, "I can just picture you sitting there, red faced. Were you possibly thinking about last weekend?" "Kind of, but just more about you, and everything about you. I was actually sitting here hoping that I would hear the doorbell ring," I said in a wishful tone. "Oh Michael, I would be there in a second if I could, but I have to run out to pick up some things that I need." "Oh, OK..." I replied in a disappointed boice. "Oh Sweetie, I'll surely make it up to you, don't worry about that," she seductively responded. "So Friday night, where would you like to eat?" "Marlene, that's a loaded question, do you realize that?" I laughed. "Actually, yes I do," she purred. "I kind of thought that both of us would enjoy two meals Friday night," she whispered into the phone, just as she would have loved to do in my ear. "Do you like Italian?" she asked. "Are you Italian?" I responded with a laugh. "No, but we can pretend that I am," she giggled. We talked for awhile, laughing and bitching about the week's trials and tribulations. Returning to the subject of dinner, I asked her what I should wear and she told me that casual would be fine. She also said that she had a nice, small Italian restaurant in mind and that she would pick me up around six. I told her that six would be great and that I couldn't wait to see her. "I can't wait to see you either, Michael," she said in her trembling voice. "Hey Beautiful, it's alright; everything is going to be fine and we are going to have an amazing time," I reassured her. "I know that it will be amazing," she said in a sweet, caring voice. "I have to get going, Handsome." "OK, be careful wherever you are going tonight," I told her. "I certainly will, Michael. I'll see you in two days!" "Alright, have a nice night," I said, still craving her touch. "Same to you Handsome. And Michael, enjoy your cold shower," she said, giggling as she hung up the receiver. Friday evening couldn't have arrived quick enough, but alass, the long days had passed and I found myself getting ready for my highly anticipated dinner with Marlene. I was back in my bedroom running my belt through the loops of my black Dockers, when I heard the rumble of an engine turning off, followed by the closing of a car door. Misty raced out of the room, toward the front door and I soon heard her dancing and grumbling. The door open and I heard Marlene's voice say hello to Misty. "Michael? Where are you?" she hollered from the doorway. "Back here in the bedroom, Sweetheart," I yelled. I heard a big thump and knew that it was Misty dropping to the floor! "Oh Misty, is this going to happen everytime that I come over?" she asked, while laughing at the black Lab that was lying at her feet. As I rounded the corner of the hallway, I said, "You're the one who started it and yes, it is going to happen every time!" "Oh Michael, look at you... My oh my, you clean up nicely," she said in an almost surprised voice. "Sorry Misty-girl, I have other things that I want to rub," Marlene said as her voice came closer and the smell of leather filled the room. Marlene bypassed Misty and ran into my arms, squeezing me tightly. I held her securely, never wanting to let her go. I was at the point where I thought that I may be hurting her, but she seemed to pull me in closer, if it were even possible. The scent of freshly sprayed hair and sensual perfume raced through my senses, as I nuzzled my nose into her neck, kissing and sucking on her soft, delicate skin. "Oh my god, you smell and taste so good," I told her, as I continued nibbling on her neck. Marlene let out a long, hungry moan and with a fist full of my hair, pulled my head back. She pressed her soft lips onto mine and our tongues met in a slow, passionate kiss. I could feel the lipstick that she was wearing, as our lips mashed against each other. Gently pulling away, Marlene said, "Oh Michael, I missed you so much." Her tongue began to seductively trace along my lips before she clamped back down onto my mouth in a feverish kiss. She backed me around into the hallway, as she had done before and pressed me against the wall. Our kiss was long and sensual. I felt her reach down and feel my crotch. A big smile grew across her face when she felt the massive hard on that had grown in my pants as she rubbed my cock. "Oh, Michael, I really do like how you clean up," she moaned into my mouth as her hand continued to caress me through my pants. My head was pressed against the wall and I lifted my neck in an open invitation. It didn't take long for Marlene to begin kissing, licking, and finally sucking my neck into her mouth. As her lips clamped onto my throat, I felt her tongue swirling against my skin. Chills raced down my spine and I let out a long, low groan. Marlene lifted her mouth from my neck long enough to tell me how good I smelled and how delicious I tasted, before taking me between her lips once again. "Oh God, Marlene, that feels so good," I moaned aloud. "Suck me harder," I pleaded. "Mark me as yours." I felt the pressure increase on my neck as Marlene hungrily moaned into me. My breathing was heavy and I told her that I was getting close to coming. Marlene's hand left my cock and her mouth seperated from my neck with a moist pop. "Oh no, you're going to come in me, or on me, but we're not going to waste that cum of yours in those pants," she panted before pressing her lips back onto mine for another soft, sensuous kiss. The fullness of her lips pressing against me, was a feeling in which I have no words to justify. We slowly ended our kiss and the moist sound of our parting lips filled the hallway. We stood there, gazing into each other's eyes watching the heated passion that burned in their depths. She knew that I couldn't see her, but could tell that I saw the same vision. "You are so beautiful, Marlene," I softly said. "You make me feel beautiful, Michael," she said in a quivering voice, as she gave me a soft kiss. Marlene stepped back and gasped, "Oh Lord... Well, you certainly are mine now, Michael," she laughed, wiping her lipstick and saliva from my neck. "Did you leave a mark?" I asked. "Umm, you could say so." "Bad?" "Uh, yes," she said apologetically, "It's pretty dark. I need to get a tissue to wipe off the lipstick from your neck and mouth." "What color?" I asked, as she walked into the bathroom to retrieve a tissue. "Kind of an earthy brown," she answered as she wiped my neck and mouth clean. "It's called Brown Sugar." "Holy crap, Brown Sugar?" I exclaimed. Marlene was back to the same height as me and it was time for me to see just what she was wearing. "Can I take a look?" I asked. "Yeah, sure, Handsome," she answered, stepping back and lifting my hands to her hair. "Deja Vu," I whispered in a smile and she gave me a little poke in my belly. My hands drifted down her hair and around her neck. Marlene pulled my hands up to her ears and I could feel her smile. "Dangly earings," I said. The hanging earings spiraled down in a corkscrew design. "They're beautiful, Sweetheart," I told her as my hands feathered along her jawline and up to her lips. Instead of tracing my finger across her full lips, I leaned in and softly kissed them. "Hmm, pouty lips..." I said with a smile. Marlene once again, exaggerated her pout with her bottom lip and gave me a big smile. I grabbed her mouth and as I gave her fish lips, planted a big smooch on them. "I'll pay you back later," she said with a giggle and again, poked me in the side. My hands dropped to the soft, thin, leather that was covering her shoulders. I ran along it's length down to her wrists. I let my hands traveled down to her delicate fingers, and finally to her polished nails. Silver Pt. 03 "Brown Sugar," she whispered. As I had done the first night when I met her, I brought the polished sides of her nails up to my face and ran them along my cheek. I took her index finger and gave it a light bite before sucking it into my mouth. "Oh god, Michael... that will never get old," she moaned. "Mmm, I like Brown Sugar," I said with a grin. I returned her hand to her side and ran my fingers down the soft leather of her back. I had never felt leather so soft, and the light jacket that she was wearing conformed snuggly to her body. Kneeling down in front of her, my hand left the bottom of her jacket, and drifted onto the soft leather that hugged her beautiful round ass. The material came down just above her knees. A beautiful brown leather skirt was staring me right in the face and for once in my life, found myself speechless. Marlene reached down and grabbed my right hand and brought it to her side. She guided it to a slit that ran three quarters of the way up her skirt. My cock couldn't have gotten any harder as my hand raised up along the slit and reached around to grab the back of her silky, soft thighs. I sat back on my heels and looking up at her said, "I don't want you to say anything when I tell you this, OK?" "OK," she lightly moaned. "You are so unbelievably beautiful, Marlene." I felt her tense, but then relax, as she raked her long nails through my hair. "You have more to go," she then said. My hands glided along the softness of her skin and down her calves. I was expecting to find a strap to her heels, but instead, found a delicate ankle bracelet waiting for me. "Marlene..." I whispered. "Brilliant, sparkling gold, the same as my earings," she said as her fingers raked harder through my hair and scalp. I was wrong, my cock could get harder and it did, as it strained within the confines of my pants. I slid down further to the four inch leather heels that covered her feet. "these are so sexy," I said as my hands graced the softness of her leather shoes. "Same color as my jacket, skirt and nails," she whispered. I stood up and kissed her gently on her glossy lips. "You're not finished yet," Marlene said with a grin on her face. "What?" "You didn't see what's under my jacket, Handsome," she mused. "You might want to remove it first." I slid her jacket from her shoulders, down along her arms and placed it on the back of the dining room chair. As I stepped back towards Marlene, she took my hands and placed them onto her shoulders. "Go ahead, Michael." This time, I knew exactly what she meant and felt nothing but soft skin as my hands worked across her shoulders. I didn't feel any fabric until I came to the very corner. I traced my fingers along her arms, finding a skintight material which ended three quarters of the way down. "Holy shit," I sighed. she returned my hands to her shoulders and told me that I might want to feel the back first. Just as I had done the previous Saturday, I began to feather my hands down her back. I was expecting to run into her neckline, but ran into nothing except more soft skin. "Jesus," I whispered, as my hands continued dropping until they finally hit the material that stopped six inches above the waist of her skirt. "Marlene, are you kidding me?" I asked in shock. I slid my hands along the skin tight material and followed it around to her belly. Marlene grabbed my hands and with heavy breaths, slid them up along the ultra-slick material, and cupped them over her braless tits. Her nipples were straining through the incredibly thin material. Thinking the absolute impossible, my cock grew painfully larger within the confines of my Dockers. I squeezed and played with her gorgeous tits and Marlene moaned louder as she covered my hands with hers and squeezed them harder. Each of us groaned in the other's name, as we squeezed, pinched and pressed her tits together. "Oh yes, yes, Michael, keep going...harder," she pleaded, as I felt a shiver race through her body. She rested her forehead into my shoulders, reached down to my ass and pulled hard into me. "Oh God yes..." she moaned, this time into my neck, as she ground into my hardness. Another shiver raced down her body and she let out a final moan into my neck. "Oh Michael," she gasped in shallow, rapid breaths. "That felt so good." Marlene once again took my hands up to her shoulders and began pulling them down the front of her chest. I felt nothing but skin until the slope of her breast were present. "It's called a Draped Front, backless bodysuit." "It should be called, I'm going to have a heart attack," I said in total shock. "Is this Brown Sugar too?" "Nope, this one is called, Leopard," she answered with a sly smile in her voice. "Are you fricking kidding me, Marlene?" I questioned. "You're just teasing me, right?" "Nope," was all that she said, as she reached down to check my crotch. "Michael, I decided that I want dessert before dinner tonight," she seductively whispered into my ear. "Oh God," I moaned, as my cock lurched in her hand. Marlene took my hand and led me into the bedroom, unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my Dockers, and pulled down my zipper. In one move, she pulled my pants and my underwear down my legs where they gathered around my ankles. Taking my raging cock into her hand and slowly stroking it, she looked up at me and said, "Michael, I hope that you're ready, because I am going to suck the life right out of you." My knees buckled as I felt her tongue lick the base of my shaft up to it's angry looking head. She repeated her action, this time taking the head inbetween her full lips and sucked softly on the sensitive skin, sliding her tongue around it's circumference. She jerked her hand up to her lips and back down to the center of my hot shaft. Her full lips released the head with a moist smack of her lips and her hand quickly replaced them, squeezing and stroking the slippery skin. Her mouth dropped down below her hand and took the remaining side of my cock between her lips and she sucked as much of it into her warm mouth as she could, sliding her painted lips along the base and up to her jerking hand. "Mmm...Mmm...", she moaned as she lathered my cock with her saliva. Leaning back on her heels, Marlene began stroking the whole length of my cock as she encouraged me to give her what she had thought about all week. "C'mon, Michael, give me that cum... I want it now... It's been five days since I tasted you and I get wet just thinking of this..." "Oh please, Marlene, suck me, don't tease... Finish me off, Sweetheart," I moaned, as her hand continued to slide along the full lenght of my cock. "Oh Michael, are you ready? Are you ready to fill my mouth? It's been so long; it's going to be so much and I want it all down my throat." My cock lurched with her words and she knew that I was getting close. Marlene pulled my cock to her mouth,sucking it halfway down before slurping it back up to the head. Her tongue swirled around the head again before she dropped back down, this time burying the remainder of my cock into her mouth and throat. I moaned loudly as her lips pressed against my pelvis. she backed off once again before beginning to suck it's entire length in a rapid, rythmnic pace. Her hand reached around and grabbed my ass, pulling me in, as her mouth dropped back down in succession. Her slurping noises filled the room and I felt myself beginning what would be a monumental orgasm. "Marlene, I'm going... I'm coming... god, yes...", I moaned, warning her of the mouth full of cum that she was about to receive. "Mmm...Mmm...Mmm...", she hummed, as her lips raced along my vein textured hardness. "Marlene...Marlene... I'm...coming..." My cock swelled in Marlene's mouth and shots of cum blasted into her. Spurt after spurt followed as she struggled to swallow the volume. She held onto my ass, pulling me in and swallowing every drop that I could produce. She kept her mouth firmly wrapped around my length, cleaning and massaging the soft warm skin that filled her mouth. My breathing was rapid as I gasped for air and held onto her head for support. She brought her other hand around to my ass and with both hands, held me firmly in her mouth as her tongue added to the sensation of my now fading orgasm. she slowly drew her lips back, and teased me, as she delicately took my shaft between her white teeth and looked up at me with a smile. She released my cock from between her teeth and pulled the remainder from her mouth, giving the head one last kiss before raising up and kissing me. "Mmm, that was better than cheesecake, Handsome," she purred, while playfully biting my earlobe. "You are simply amazing," I said, still weak in the knees. "You are so incredibly sexy, Marlene." "I love being sexy for you, Michael," she said as her lips pressed softly into me. "How about if you get yourself together, while I go in and fix my lipstick and then we'll be off," she said, grabbing my balls and giving them a little squeeze before exiting to the bathroom. I got myself tidied up, while Marlene was getting herself ready. I called Misty to let her outside before we left for the restaurant and stood out on the deck waiting for her to do her business. The evening air was warm, but the humidity that is so prevalent for a July night, was low. The slightest hint of a breeze was present, as I leaned on the railing and looked mindlessly out in the backyard. The wind chimes occasionally gave the slightest sound as the sun shined over the neighbor's roof onto me. I heard the screen door slide open and Marlene's heels step onto the deck. She walked up behind me as I stood, looking out into the yard and wrapped her arms around my chest. "Penny for your thoughts," she said, leaning into me and giving me a kiss on the back of my neck. "Mmm, it may take a bit more than a penny," I replied as Misty ran up the steps and headed towards us, wagging her tail in happiness. "All done girl?" I asked Misty as I turned to face Marlene. "No, I'm not," Marlene teasingly said, "But I think that we should get some dinner to hold us over." I smiled as she gave me another soft kiss, cleaned her lipstick from my lips with a finger, and took ahold of my hand. "Ready to go, Handsome?" she asked with a smile. "Sure, Sweetheart, we better get out of here while we're still vertical," I replied with a laugh. I locked up the house as Marlene grabbed her purse and we made our way out the door to her car. "Why aren't you bringing Misty, Michael?" she asked. "I just want to be alone with you, Sweetheart, and the only thing that my hands are going to be holding onto is you," I said as I held the wrought iron railing and descended the steps to the sidewalk below. As we stepped onto the cement walkway, I slipped behind Marlene and holding onto her, said, "OK, lead the way." My hand slid onto her belly and gave her a little squeeze. Marlene gave a sigh, and started walking towards her car. As we walked along the front of my house towards the driveway, Marlene stopped and said, "Oh Michael, she's looking out the window at us with those sad, brown eyes." "She better get her hairy butt off of the sofa," I laughed, as I slid my hand up the silky leopard print fabric of her bodysuit and cupped her tits. "Oh Michael... The neighbors can see us," she moaned, as she hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath and pressing back into me. "I told you that it was nicer walking this way and that we should do it more often," I said into her ear as I gave her erect nipples a light pinch. "Mmm, they're nice and hard for me." "Oh god, we can turn around and skip dinner," she moaned as her pace slowed to a halt. "Keep walking, little girl," I said, as I playfully kissed her neck and continued caressing her nipples. We somehow managed to reach her car without ripping off each other's clothes. Marlene opened the passenger side door for me and asked, "How do we do this?" "Just take my hand and place it on the top edge of the door frame," I said. Marlene took my hand and did as I asked, placing my hand on the pointed edge of the open door. I stepped between the door and the car, reaching my hand out to feel for the seat before putting my leg inside, and sliding in to take my seat. "Watch your head, Sweetheart," She said, as I felt her hand guide me inside so I wouldn't hit the roof of her car. "I'm good, Sweetheart," I said as I settled into the leather seat. I reached for the seatbelt, but Marlene already had it in her hand and began to pull it across my body to buckle it. Her hand rested on my hard cock as she clicked the belt into place. "Does that thing ever go down?" she asked, as she gave me a soft kiss. "You know, it doesn't seem so, since I met you," I replied with a laugh. "I guess I still have it," she said with a smile, giving it a little squeeze before closing my door and walking around to her side and sitting in the driver seat. "Oh, believe me, you still have it," I said, as I reached over and grabbed her thigh. I heard Marlene's car keys jingle and slide into the ignition. As she turned the key, the engine roared to life. She gave it a step on the gas peddle, and the engine raced louder before slowly settling down to an idle. "Holy shit, what kind of car is this?" I asked, as the engine idled in an angry rumble. "It's a Mustang GT, Michael." "It is beautiful, what color? And don't you dare tell me that it is silver." Marlene laughed and said, "No, it's Midnight Blue." I heard Marlene playing with something on her side of the car before reaching over towards me and clicking something else. She pushed a button and the roof began to retract back. "Oh, I forgot to mention, it's also a convertable." The canvas roof disappeared into the back of the car, followed by the sound of the windows sliding down. She grabbed the shifter and slipped it into reverse and eased the beautiful, blue beast out of the driveway. We slowly made our way through the side streets of our neighborhood until we came to the main road. The engine growled as we came to a stop and I could hear the clicking of the turn signal as we sat, waiting for the traffic to clear. Marlene made a right hand turn, and slipped out onto the main road. The engine screamed to life and my head slammed back into the headrest as the Mustang's wheels gripped the asphalt roadway and hurled us down the street. My hands grabbed onto the door handle and the other one onto the center console as we raced down the street. Marlene let her foot off of the gas and the car slowly eased back to a regular speed. "You can let go of the door and console now," Marlene laughed. "Sorry, I just like doing that every once in awhile... Are you alright there, Handsome?" "Yes, I'm fine... Just a little startled," I replied with a smile, which eventually led to a laugh. Marlene took my hand into hers and rubbed it softly as we made our way to the restaurant. We talked along the way, as the car purred down the road. "When did you get this?" I asked. Marlene told me that she bought the car as a present to herself after her surgeries and wounds had healed, and was capable of going out in public. She told me that she had me to thank for her being able to do so. "Do you drive this into the city?" I asked. "No," she answered. "To the train?" I asked in disbeleif. "Nope," she replied again. "Then how do you get to work?" "I have a SUV that I drive to work," she nonchalantly answered. Looking over at her, I asked, "Marlene, what do you do for work?" "I already told you, Handsome, I work for a law firm." "Yes, I know, but what do you do at the law firm?" "Michael, does it really matter?" "No, it doesn't matter, but what do you do there," I asked. "Um, I'm a lawyer," she said under her breath. "Say that again..." I said. "I'm a lawyer." "Wow, that is really cool," I said in surprise. "Do you think so?" she asked in releif. "Yeah, it's great; you should be proud of yourself," I said, squeezing her hand tightly. "What's the name of the firm?" "Hartgrove, Cassidy, and O'Neil," she answered, with hesitation in her voice. "Marlene, what's your maiden name?" I asked, as I began to put things together. "Oh Michael, it doesn't matter... let's talk about you instead, my life is boring." "Marlene, tell me," I said with a little bit of mischief in my voice. "Michael, please..." she pleaded. "Marlene, you can beg later on tonight when my tongue is between your thighs, now tell me..." "C'mon, Michael, please..." she pleaded further. "Marlene?" I said, this time in a light, teasing voice. "Alright, it's Cassidy," she said, as she exhaled heavily afterwards. "Is your dad a partner?" I asked excitedly. "No." "Your uncle?" "Michael, do we have to talk about this?" she said, with her voice pointing away from me. "Yes, we do..." I said. "Your uncle?" I asked once again, this time in a higher pitched voice. "No, Michael, not my uncle," she said, now looking towards me. "You? You? You're the Cassidy in, Hartgrove, Cassidy, and O'Neil?", I shreeked. "You're a partner in a law firm?" "Yes, I'm a partner in a law firm," she finally gasped. "Are you happy now?" she asked with a smile. "Marlene, that is great... that is amazing... Why didn't you tell me?" "Michael, I don't like to make a big deal about it, it's just a job." "But it is, you should be proud of yourself," I told her. "You are amazing!" "Michael, remember when I said that you were amazing when we were talking about the loss of your sight and you told me that you were just a regular guy with broken eyes?" "Yes," I answered. "Well, I'm just a regular woman with a broken soul," she said as tears trickled down her cheeks. "I'm sorry Sweetheart, I didn't mean to hurt you, I was just interested in your life," I said apologetically. Shortly after, we pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant and Marlene parked the car. I unbuckled my belt, opened the door and trailed my hand along it's smooth sides, and around to Marlene's door. I opened the door and took her hand and helped her out of her seat. I pulled her into me, hugged her tightly, looked into her eyes, and told her that nothing or no one will ever do that to her again. I kissed her softly and wiped the tears from her beautiful face with my hand. "Michael," she said, "You are the spark that gave me life and the slightest bit of hope that there is actually some form of kindness that exists in this world... My broken world." She kissed me softly as we stood in the parking lot, unaware of our surroundings. "You are so beautiful and sexy," I said to her as our lips gently parted. "Michael...please..." she said, this time with a smile and a little poke into my stomach. "I'm never going to stop telling you that," I said, "So you had better get used to it." "Oh Michael, please, you are too much," she said as she pressed her soft lips onto mine once again. She laughed after our kiss ended, and wiped my lips with her fingers, removing the traces of her glossy lipstick. "We can't have you walking into the restaurant wearing lipstick," she giggled. Marlene sat back down into the Mustang as the engine continued to rumble in a low groan. I heard the convertible begin to close and she clipped the latches shut that secured it to the car. She put the windows up and the engine silenced as Marlene turned off the ignition. I heard the jingling of keys and the sound of paper rattling before she stood back up and closed her door. "Ready, Handsome?" she asked. "Can you carry this for me?" she asked again, as she placed a bag containing a bottle of wine into my hand. "It's byob, so I picked up a bottle of wine for us," she said, giving me a pinch on my cheek and another one on my butt. Silver Pt. 03 "Hey, hey, watch those hands," I laughed. "Oh, you have a lot of nerve," she laughed, pinching my cheek once again. "Well, I can't see, so I need to hold onto things," I said with an amused grin. "And those things always seem to be my tits," she laughed. "Are you telling me to stop?" I asked. "God no, Michael, I'll never ask you to stop," Marlene said, as she took my hand into hers and we made our way into the restaurant. We were seated at a table for two, in a more secluded section of the room. Our waiter greeted us, uncorked the bottle of wine and poured a bit into the glasses that rested on the table before us. After placing the bottle into a bucket of ice, he revealed the specials for the night. He took our orders for soup and salad, and after thanking us, left to put our orders in to the kitchen. Marlene took my hand and carefully placed it onto my wine glass to show me where it was located. We lifted our glasses and toasted each other. I took a very small sip and continued to nervously hold the glass. "Don't you like the wine,Michael?" Marlene asked. "No, I like the wine... I just don't drink," I said. My hand began shaking as it continued to tightly grip the glass. "Oh, I'm sorry, Michael. Why didn't you tell me?" "I want this night to be special for the both of us," I said, as I gently placed the glass back down onto the table. "Michael, you don't have a drinking problem, do you?" Marlene asked in a frightened voice. I gently took her hand into mine while looking up at her and said, "No, my father did." I went on to say, that I made a promise to myself and to my daughter that I would break that chain, and promised to tell her all about it at a later time. "Sweetheart, I'm so sorry," she said apologetically. "There is nothing to be sorry about," I said, raising my glass back to her and after hearing the cling, took another small sip. Marlene read the menu to me and after awhile of bantering back and forth with our selections, finally placed our order to our waiter. We held hands like high school kids, as we talked about each other and the current events of the day. Our dinner was outstanding and our conversation continued throughout our meal. I had finished my glass of wine by the end of our meal and was feeling a bit lightheaded, as it had been a good amount of time since I had my last drink. Our table was cleared as we finished our meals and the waiter politely asked us if we were ready for coffee and dessert. "I believe that she already had dessert," I said, as I looked across the table to Marlene. Instantaniously, I felt a heel kick me in the shin from under the table and I laughed. We both ordered a cup of coffee and decided to share a slice of New York style cheesecake. "Michael, let me see your eyes," Marlene giggled as she lifted my sunglasses up to the top of my head. "Oh geez, they look a little fuzzy," she said, continuing her giggle. "It's been a long time, Sweetheart," I admitted. As the words, "Maybe you'll get lucky tonight," left my mouth, our waiter was standing at the table with our coffee and cheesecake. "Michael..." Marlene whispered with a laugh. I looked up at our waiter with a grin and said, "Sorry, I didn't mean you." Marlene was in tears as the waiter put his hand on my shoulder and said in a humorous voice, "Thank you sir, I was starting to get a bit nervous. Is there anything else that I can get for the two of you?" Marlene jumped in before I could say anything else, and said, "No, no, I think that we have put you through enough for one night." The waiter laughed, thanked us once again and left us to ourselves. Marlene was still laughing as she helped me with the cream and sugar. As I stirred the mixture together, she said, "Michael, you are so stinking funny and even more so, after you've had a glass of wine." "It's tough being me," I said with a laugh. We sat at our table, secluded in our own little corner of the world and drank our coffee. Marlene spoon fed me pieces of cheesecake as we relaxed and enjoyed our romantic dessert together. Marlene called for our bill and as our waiter placed the leather folder containing the bill onto the table, I reached for it, but Marlene had beaten me. "Marlene, no way," I said as I held out my hand. "Yes way," she said as she rooted through her purse for her card. "Marlene, please, it's my job," I said "It's not your job, and I was the one who invited you out to dinner," she said, as she placed her card into the folder for the waiter to pick up. "Don't worry, Handsome, you can certainly pay me back when we get home." Our waiter had once again reappeared as the words were leaving Marlene's mouth. "Oh geez, I'm so sorry," she said to the man as he retrieved the bill. I was crying in a fit of laughter, and could just picture the look of embarrassment on Marlene's face. "How does it feel?" I asked, still laughing hysterically. "Oh Michael, shush, you," she giggled as she slapped my hand. Our waiter had come back with the receipt for Marlene to sign and as she did so, he asked us if he could say something. "Utt oh," I thought. Marlene and I looked at each other and then back to the waiter and said, "Yes, sure..." He began by telling us that he didn't do this very often, but felt compelled to say something to the both of us. "I've observed the two of you throughout the night," he began, "And I must tell you, the way that you interact, the way that your faces light up when speaking to each other, the way that you touch, laugh, and talk, is heart warming. You know, I have worked here for thirty-seven years, and every now and again, I come across special people. The two of you together, are special. It has been nothing but my pleasure to have waited on you tonight and it gives me security to know that kindness does indeed, still exist out in the world. I wish you a good night and a blessed life together." Marlene took my hand into hers and thanked our waiter for his kind words and excellent service. We stood and said our goodbyes and exited the restaurant, walking out into the warm July night air. "Wow, that was really nice," I said, as we walked hand in hand to the car. "Michael, that was so nice and so much fun. It was a perfect dinner," Marlene added. "But, did you hear what the waiter said to us before we left?" "Yes, the thing about us?" I replied. "Yes that, but also the thing about kindness and how it was nice to know that it still existed in the world," she said, tucking her arm under mine and pulling me close to her. "Yes, that was very nice of him," I said. "Why do youpoint that out?" "I pointed it out because it was the exact thing that I said to you when you helped me out of the car in the parking lot tonight," she said as she stopped and stared at me. "Do you carry some kind of aura around you? Or angels that draw people to you?" "Marlene, don't be silly, I'm just a regular guy who tries to treat people nicely and put a smile on their face," I replied. "No Handsome, there is something special about you," she said as she lifted my sunglasses up and looked at my eyes. "Those eyes see something that the rest of us can't." Marlene drew her long nails across my eyebrows and down my cheeks to my mouth. I gave them a light kiss as I felt the tingling sensation travel across my lips. "Mmm, I'm hungry," I grinned. "For what? You just ate all of that food and then had cheesecake afterwards," Marlene replied in disbelief. "I'm not talking about food..." I said, as I smiled and kissed her softly on the lips. "Oh, wow...well...we better get going then..." she said in a shakey voice, as she quickly guided me to the car. Marlene was in her seat and the engine came alive before I ever buckled my seatbelt. She didn't put the roof down, rev the engine, or put her purse into the back seat. She threw the Mustang into reverse, backed out of the parking space, and before I knew it, we were out of the parking lot and on the road back home. Her hand rubbed and squeezed my thigh, sliding it up to feel the buldge in my pants as we drove home. It wasn't long before the Mustang eased into my driveway with a low growl. Marlene turned off the ignition and opened her door. She was out of her seat and reaching into the back seat for something. I was out of the car as she came around and grabbed me, guiding me to the front steps. As I climbed the steps and pulled my keys out to open the door, Marlene asked, "Is it alright if I stay tonight?" "Sure," I answered with a big smile. "Good, because I brought a night bag with stuff to change into," she said with a giggle. As we entered through the door, Misty greeted me from the front and Marlene greeted me from the back, as I bent over to give Misty a scratch on her head. Marlene grabbed me around the waist and ground herself into my ass. I straightened up and her hands dropped down to my hard cock and pulled me back into her. I groaned as she humped against my ass and her hands played with my cock. "Why don't you let Misty out while I go back to freshen up in the bathroom," she whispered in my ear, with a warm, seductive breath that sent chills through my body. "C'mon, Misty-girl," I said in a rapid breath, and the both of us raced for the back door. Marlene went into the bathroom as I impatiently waited for Misty to do her business. Misty was in no hurry as she meandered around the yard, sniffing and looking for just the right place to go. "C'mon girl," I said, "I don't have all night." It was ten minutes before Misty pounced up the steps to the deck and ran to the door. It was time for her bone and she knew it. "You could have had it five minutes ago goofy, if you didn't take so long," I said to her as we made our way over to the kitchen cabinet to retreive a bone. She gently took the bone in her mouth and raced back to the bedroom where she would spend the rest of the night. Marlene was already in the bedroom as I approached. "Don't you come in here yet, Handsome... I'm doing something." I heard the rustle of a bag and the sound of a zipper closing what I guessed was her nightbag. I decided to go into the bathroom to freshen up a bit too. After brushing my teeth and rinsing off my face, I toweled off and stepped into the hallway. "Can I come in yet?" I asked. "Uh, yeah, just give me one more second," Marlene said in a hurried tone. I heard the bed creaking and the pillows being fluffed before she finally said, "OK, Handsome, you can come in now." I entered the bedroom and walked immediately to the bed. I felt the bed and after coming up empty, asked, "Hey, where are you, Sweetheart?" Marlene's voice came from the foot of the bed as she said, "Take your belt off, Michael." "Huh?" I asked in surprise. "Take it off," she said again. I removed my belt from my waist and rolled it up, placeing it on my dresser. "Take your shirt off now," she instructed next. I did as she said and I proceeded to undo the buttons and pulled the shirt off and dropped it to the floor. "Very good," she said, "No need to waste anymore time by folding anything else. Remove your shoes and socks next." I sat on the bed and untied my shoes, throwing them aside. "Marlene, please, do I have to..." "Take them off, Michael. You're not going to lay naked with black socks on." "Can't I put my white sweatsocks on instead?" I pleaded. "Nope, take them off now, Handsome." "Geez, you're no fun," I said as I began to remove my socks and throwing them aside with my shoes. "Oh Michael, you don't know how fun I can be, but you're about to find out!" My cock was already droolling in my pants, but after hearing that, the pre-cum seemed to be flowing freely in my pants. "Alright, take your pants off next, but leave that underwear on until I tell you to remove them." I unsnapped the button to my pants, slid down the zipper and dropped them to the floor, doing my best to step out of them. "Wo, sporting black tonight are we, Michael?" she said from the same distance. "Oh, it looks like you have a big problem there, Handsome. They are looking a little damp," she purred. "Now, slowly start pulling them down until I tell you to stop." My cock was rock hard and dripping pre-cum as I began to pull down my underwear. The head appeared quickly and after an inch or two, Marlene ordered me to stop. "Oh Michael, he doesn't look very happy." She was prolonging my agony with her verbal orders. "That's quite a bit of pre-cum that you have accumulated, big boy. I hope that you're saving some for me." "Oh, I imagine that there may be a bit left in there for you," I said with a grin. "that's just what I wanted to hear, now drop them down a bit more." I pushed my undies down along my shaft and as I dropped them beneath my balls, she told me to stop again. "Oh god, Marlene, please, you're killing me here," I whined. "Oh, look at them, they are full and hanging low with all of the weight," she said with a moan. "Ok, you can take them the rest of the way off now." I dropped them to the floor, stepped out of them and left them right there. She told me to put my hands behind my back and not to move them until she said so. I stood there in front of her with my hands behind me and my raging, leaking cock standing straight up at full attention. I heard Marlene walk towards me and stop just in front of me. Her perfume radiated through my senses and my cock twitched. "Hmm, seems like someone is anticipating something," she said, kissing me softly on my lips without any other part of her body touching me. "Here's how this is going to work," she began, "I'm going to take your hands and bring them up to my shoulders and you're going to run them down my back, all the way down to my feet." Marlene gently took my hands and placed them on her shoulders. I felt her soft, delicate skin and nothing else. I began to descend down her back and stopped at a thin neckline. "Keep going, Handsome," she ordered and my hands proceeded to slide onto a very slick, body hugging material. I arrived at the sexy small of her back which seemlessly led to her beautiful, round ass. My hands glided along the round cheeks to the underside, to the remarkable part, where her thighs met her ass. The material fit her body like a glove and I quite frankly didn't know how she managed to put whatever she was wearing on. I had to return my hands to the small of her back and run them down along the perfect roundness of her ass once again. I grabbed her ass and tried to pull her into me, but was scolded by Marlene as she raised her hands to my chest and pushed herself back. "You're being bad and you better watch yourself before you get punished." I continued down to her thighs and noticed that I hadn't come across a seam anywhere. the slick material continued down her thighs, to her sculptured calves where I ran into stirrups thatdropped down into her four inch, open toe shoes. "Holy shit, Marlene, what do you have on?" I asked in a shaky voice. "Stand up, Handsome, you're not finished." I stood back up, naked and sporting a painfully hard cock. Marlene once again, took my hands and placed them on her shoulders. "Give me your index fingers," she instructed next. She took my fingers and slowly drew them across her neckline until they finally arrived at the material at the very corner of her shoulders. She then gently began to slide them down along the edge of the material. My fingers kept dropping further, past the inside of her tits and continued plunging down until they met at a point which maybe was an inch above her naval. "Oh my good God in heaven," I whispered. Marlene wasn't done with me yet as she placed my flattened palms onto her hips and brought them up her sides, to her braless tits. Her nipples were straining through the thin , silky material and she cupped my hands over them and squeezed them tightly with her own hands as they remained over mine. "Oh Michael, that feels so good...squeeze them...Pinch them hard. Oh God, you are making me so wet...more, more, yes..." She let out a slight gasp and lifted my hands up to her neck where I found a one inch collar surrounding her throat. "Oh my god, Marlene, you are so sexy, you are so beautiful, you are perfect," I moaned as my hands trembled around the collar. My entire body was shaking as she told me to put my hands behind my back again because there was one more thing, and it was her turn to show me. I took my trembling hands and placed them behind my back, clasping them tightly together. Marlene's warm hand grasped my cock and it jerked in her hand. "Oh, I like when he gets that excited," she said as she stepped close to me. I felt her thighs widen against me and she pulled my stiff shaft downwards. she stroked it a couple of times before I felt the head rub against the warm wet lips of her exposed pussy. "Jesus H. Christ," I moaned as I felt Marlene slide the head of my cock up and down the length of her slit, as she slipped it in deeper with each pass. She began to groan and placed her one hand on my shoulder for support. She brought my cock up to her clit and rubbed it aggressively against the sensitive nub. "Oh Michael, make me come...I'm going...to...come" she rubbed my head faster across her clit, down along her slit, and returned back up where she attempted to finish herself off with my raging prick grinding against her swollen clit. "Oh Jesus, yes, yes, shit...I'm right...there...yes, yes..." Marlene released my cock from her grip and flung her arms around my neck as she pulled herself into me for support as her legs weakened beneath her. She kissed me deeply and passionately. Our tongues danced and played in each other's mouths and I reached around and grabbed her silky ass and pulled her harder into me. She groaned in my mouth as she began to grind her pussy over my dick and onto my pelvis. I aided her by pulling her up and down against me and I felt her ass cheeks tighten as she came hard, not letting go of my tongue in her mouth. "Oh my god, Michael, you make me crazy..," she said gasping in my mouth. She finally ended our kiss and stepped back, taking my hands and bringing them up to her stiff nipples and said, "I'm wearing a plunging V-neck, crotchless, leopard print bodysuit. The heels are leopard print too. Surprise!" "My God, Marlene, you are unbelievable. You did all of this just for me tonight?" "Yes, I did it for you and I loved every minute of it, but I'm not finished yet." "You're not?" I asked in surprise. "Up on the bed, Handsome," she said as she backed me against the mattress and pushed me back onto it. "Lay yourself in the middle, but don't put your head up onto the pillows. I want you to lie there and relax." I shimmied myself up towards the head of the bed, making sure that my head was beneath the pillows. I felt the mattress dip down and creek as Marlene knelt onto it and straddle my chest. The silky material of the Leopard bodysuit pressed against my sides and the heels of her shoes pressed into my thighs. The sensation of the material raced through the nerves of my entire body and I thrust my hips upwards as a signal that I wanted and needed some kind of release. Marlene pressed her ass down into me, forcing me back into the bed. She reached behind her and grasped my throbbing dick and stroked it softly. "Easy big boy, you'll get your turn eventually, but first, I have something else planned." She released my cock and I moaned in frustration. "Marlene, please..." I groaned as I thrust my hips up again. She leaned forward and kissed me softly, while taking hold of my left hand. She brought it up under the pillow and I felt a soft cuff wrap around it and the sound of velcro tightly secure it. I bucked my hips upward again as the excitement of being tied to the bed post sent electrical pulses of stimulation throughout my body. She took my right hand and repeated the same action, securing it tightly with the soft velcro cuffs. I could feel her body extending over me as she gave both of my wrists a tug to check that they were indeed secure and therefore rendering me helpless. I raised my head up and kissed the exposed part of her belly between the plunging neckline of her bodysuit. "Hey you," she said as she grabbed the back of my head and held it up for me as I sucked on the softness of her skin. She sat back onto my stomach, breaking the connection of lips and skin with a moist sucking sound echoing in my head as it fell back into the bed. Silver Pt. 04 ****************************** *** If you are under the age of 18 or are not of legal age in your jurisdiction, please exit this story immediately *** This story is for adults only and contains content that is sexual in nature. This is part 04 in the "Silver" series. I urge you to please peruse the pages of, "Silver Pt. 03." This story is fiction, but, it does contain versions of sexual experiences that I have shared with lovers throughout my life. I welcome all of you to vote, comment, and leave suggestions with your thoughts on this story! Thanks to all of you for your votes, kind words, and yes, criticisms on the three previous parts! *** A very special thank you must go out to "WickedInside" for her editing skills and suggestions that made this story so much better! *** ****************************** Typical with most mornings, I felt a cold, wet, nose digging under my outstretched arm. "Misty, go lay down, girl," I groaned. Once again, Misty was having no such thing and repeated her action, this time with a shake of her collar. "OK, girl, I'm coming," I groaned again as I attempted to get out of bed. "Michael, let me get her," Marlene said in a groggy voice. "No, I'm alright, Sweetheart. I'll be back in a couple of minutes." "OK, but hurry, I want to snuggle." I slid out of bed and let Misty outside. I did the usual morning routine of giving her fresh water and a bowl of food before letting her back in. "Breakfast is served my dear," I said, as I gave her a scratch behind her soft ears. I thought that while I was up, I would try to find the song that Marlene had mentioned last night. I opened my tablet and typed the name of the song into the search field. The tablet read the selections to me and it wasn't long before my finger was double tapping on the play button. An acoustic guitar played as the raspy voice of Stevie Nicks began to sing- "Every night that goes between I feel a little less As you slowly go away from me This is only another test Every night you do not come Your softness fades away Did I ever really care that much? Is there anything left to say? Every hour of fear I spend My body tries to cry Living through each empty night A deadly calm inside." The song continued as I sat there and thought about how Marlene must have felt as the loneliness race through her body, when she watched Misty and me disappear around the corner on that cold, January morning when she first saw me. My heart dropped to my stomach as I could almost feel her emotions spilling out through the words of this song. The song was close to ending- "So I try to say goodbye, my friend I'd like to leave you with something warm But never have I been a blue calm sea I have always been a storm Always been a storm Ooh, always been a storm." ***Storms, Artist: Fleetwood Mac, Album: Tusk (c) - WarnerBros. Records Inc I closed the tablet after the song reached it's completion and sat there with sorrow in my heart. "My poor Marlene, what has she been through?" I thought. I sat at the kitchen table and thought about the song that I had just heard. For some reason, my thoughts returned to the brief conversation that I had had with Marlene at dinner the previous night, regarding my father and his alcoholism. He had put my mom, younger sisters and me through pure hell. I placed my elbows on the table and folded my hands above the tablet. I rested my forehead onto my hands and my thoughts drifted back to my childhood. The memories were as clear as the day was new. The pictures and sounds from the past raced through my head and my body began nervously shaking as I relived the creulity that we had suffered. "Michael? are you alright, Sweetheart?" Marlene asked, as she placed her hand on my back. I hadn't heard her enter the kitchen and Misty didn't move as she sat next to me with her head on my lap. "I just listened to the song that you told me about," I said in a sorrowful voice. "Oh, it's just a song," she softly said, as she rubbed my back and kissed the top of my head. "I'm sorry that you felt that way, Marlene," I replied. "Michael,the way that I felt, that feeling, that very first feeling was because of you. If you hadn't appeared, I would have never been where I am today, and that is with you." "Sweetheart, can you sit down?" I asked. Marlene pulled out a chair from the table and sat close to me. "Marlene, I told you about my dad last night, and how he was an alcoholic." "Yes," she softly said. "He also abused my mom," I said next, in a empty voice. The words echoed through my mind as if I had just yelled them from the top of a mountain, only this time, they were reverberating off of the kitchen walls and back into my head. "He abused my mom and I was the one who she constantly called out to help her," I said with little emotion. "I was only a child and on countless nights, I was the one who ran down the hallway to pull my father off of her." "Michael..." Marlene said, "Please, you don't have to say anymore." "It seemed to happen every night, even though it didn't. I don't know how my younger sisters and I made it through school, since we spent most of our childhood awake at night, shaking, and crying." I continued to tell her about the hellish life which we lived, and how we didn't know what the days or nights were going to bring. I continued to tell her how we never wanted our friends to come to our house because of the secrets we hid. "Marlene, my father was a great guy when he wasn't drinking, but nothing but a lousy, mean fucking bastard when he was," I said, for some reason defending his actions to this day. "You know, when I lost my sight, he was constantly there for me. He came to my house every day to check in on me and help me fix things around here." "Is your dad still alive, Michael?" she asked, as her hand continued to rub my back. "No, he passed away fourteen years ago." "Oh, I'm sorry," she softly said. "Don't be, Sweetheart, it was a blessing in disguise," I said with an ironic laugh. "Here is the thing that I just can't get past," I said, "I loved my dad very much, but I felt the weight of the world lift from my shoulders the morning that I got the phone call telling me that he had died. I still live with that guilt., even though I finally could live with the comfort of knowing that he would never hurt anyone else again." Marlene lifted my head from my hands, took them into hers, and turned me to face her. She rubbed them softly before raising them up behind her neck. I ran my fingers up the back of her head into the base of her soft brown hair. She leaned in and kissed me tenderly and let out a sigh as my fingers continued up the back of her head. "Michael," she said softly, "I'm sorry about all of the terrible things that you went through in your life." I looked into Marlene's eyes and could visualize the sadness that they showed. "Sweetheart, I'll never know all of the things that you suffered, and if I could, I would take it all away and hold it myself," I replied. Our foreheads were resting against each other as we spoke. "Marlene, I understand though." "Michael, you just don't realize how special you are to me do you?" she trembled. "Do you realize how much it means to feel special?" I responded, as I took her beautiful face into my rough hands. "I haven't felt special in a very long time, Sweetheart." We sat quietly together for awhile before Marlene gave me a kiss on the nose and said, "How about if we go back to bed and snuggle for awhile, Handsome." We walked back to the bedroom with Marlene leading the way. Crawling onto the bed, we fell into each other's arms, lying together, softly stroking and caressing each other. No words were spoken, but again, no words had to be spoken. Marlene was lying low on my chest and her long leg was draped over my thigh as we laid sideways against each other. And that is how we found ourselves two hours later when the sound of the phone woke us up. "Mmm..." Marlene moaned into my chest. She nuzzled her face into me and reached up the back of my shirt and lightly tickled me with her long nails. "Mmm..." I moaned in a long drawn out tone. "There goes that bear again," she laughed. "Why don't you take this shirt off, Michael." I certainly didn't need to be told that twice by a beautiful woman, especially when she was lying next to me. I discarded my shirt and dropped it to the floor. I began removing the t-shirt that she had worn to bed. "You are so sexy in my shirts," I said as I peeled the shirt over her head and threw it to the floor. "But then again, you would look sexy in an old paper bag," I stated, as we roled into each other once again. She draped her leg over me, as I ran my hand down to the soft, round cheeks of her ass. "No panties, Marlene?" I asked, as I slid my hand along her thigh and back up, over her ass, to her back. "Mmm, I was hoping to wake up to something warm and hard pressing into me from behind," she said as she sucked my nipple into her mouth. She began to grind her pussy into my thigh as she continued sucking on my nipple. I let out a pleasurable moan before sliding my hand back down the valley of her ass to the moist lips of her pussy. Marlene moaned louder, holding my nipple in her mouth as my finger began to slip between her smooth lips. She was laying too far down for me to insert my finger any deeper, so I gently rolled her onto her back. I slid down along side of her and sucked one of her stiff nipples between my lips. Marlene groaned and arched her back up, wanting me to take more of her into my mouth. I slid my finger down to the wet lips of her pussy and gently stroked their softness. "Michael, yes, that feels so good," she lightly whimpered. I continued to slide my finger deeper with each gentle stroke until I reached her opening and pushed into her. Marlene raised her hips up to meet my invasion and moaned loudly, "Oh yes, that is so good, so good." I slid my finger deep inside and slowly withdrew it, pressing firmly against her warm, silky walls. I plunged into her once again, holding still, before withdrawing it again. "Oh God, Michael, yes, that feels so good... Please don't stop...don't..." I continued to slowly fuck her pussy with my finger as Marlene raised up hard against me. She reached down and grabbed my hand, trying to push me in further. "Oh fuck, yes, Michael, fuck me...yes...God...yes." She began to help me quicken the pace of my finger in and out of her pussy, as she begged me not to stop. "Oh yes, I'm coming...Michael...yes...I'm coming..." She withdrew my finger from her convulsing entrance and slid it hard onto her clit. "OH fuck yes...I'm...coming...yes...yes..." Marlene bucked her hips up wildly as my finger slid along her extended clit. "Oh, Michael, yes, I'm coming, I'm...coming...oh...yes, God, yes." Marlene pressed me hard onto her, realeasing a gutteral moan as her orgasm streaked through her body. She stiffened as she continued to roughly rub my hand along her pussy, holding her ass high off of the bed. "Oh God, Michael...God...yes...yes..." Marlene agressively humped her pussy onto my hand as a second orgasm ripped through her, dropping her to the bed, leaving her gasping heavily for air. her emotions overcame her as tears trickled down her face. She rolled into me and buried her face into my chest. "Why are you so nice to me? Why do you treat me like I'm something special? Why, Michael?" "Because you are special, Marlene. I would never think of treating you any other way. The bigger question that you should ask is, why wouldn't I treat you that way?" "But, Michael, I don't..." she began. "Don't you dare tell me that you don't deserve it, Marlene. You, me, and the rest of the world deserved to be treated like we are special," I said, as I wiped the tears from her face. "C'mon, snuggle your butt into me, Sweetheart," I said to her, as I guided her around into me. She wiggled back into my crotch, reached around and took my hand, brought it to her soft lips and repeatedly kissed it. "I'll always treat you special too, Michael," she said as her kisses smothered my hand. "You already proved that to me," I replied. Marlene brought my hand down to her breast and rubbed it over her erect nipple. "I'll also never tell you to stop grabbing my tits, either," she giggled. My cock twitched between the soft cheeks of her ass as she continued to run my hand across her tits. "Mmm, now that is what I was hoping to wake up to this morning," she moaned, reaching between her legs and grasping my cock and running it along her lips. "Time for something bigger than your finger to slide into me," she moaned as she began to insert my throbbing cock into her wet pussy. I felt the head slip into her warm depths and I instinctively thrust my hips forward to further encourage it along it's way. "Oh, Michael, I can feel you sliding into me," she moaned. she lifted her leg higher to give me better access and I pushed myself in deeper. "Michael, you are so deep," she gasped, as my pelvis strained against her soft cheeks. I began to withdrawl my shaft before slowly easing it back in against her velvet walls. As I held my cock deep inside of her, I guided her onto her stomach. Easier said, than done. Marlene moaned lowly as I rolled her onto her stomach, but objected when my cock fell from her pussy. "Easy there little girl, I'm not as young as I used to be," I laughed. I spread Marlene's legs as I knelt between them. I placed my hands along her hips and raised her onto her knees. As her ass pressed into my crotch, she let out a low growl. I gently pushed her shoulders down to the bed as her ass arched up higher into me. "Oh God, Michael, stick that cock of yours back in me," she moaned, as she reached back between her legs and grabbed my slick shaft. "You may want to hold onto the spindles of the headboard instead," I warned. Marlene's hand released my cock and grabbed onto the spindles. I slid the head of my cock along her pussy lips until I found her opening and guided it slowly into her. Marlene gasped loudly as my shaft sank deep inside of her. I eased the length out to the head and slowly inserted it deeper as my pelvis pressed against her soft ass. Marlene let out a surprised gasp once again as my cock penetrated deepher into her depths. "Oh fuck, Michael, you are so deep, so fucking deep," she whimpered as she pressed back into me. I rubbed my hands along her back and up to her shoulders and felt a glaze of sweat beginning to form. I drew my hands down along her sides and onto her hips as I backed halfway out of her. I pushed in hard, and heard the slap of my skin against her ass as I bottomed out inside. Marlene grunted as I repeatedly began to slam my shaft into her slick pussy. "C'mon, Michael, fuck, fuck me harder...harder," she begged, as she forced herself back into my thrusting cock. I grabbed her hips tighter and rammed my cock into her with hard, rapid thrusts. The slapping of our skin filled the room as Marlene begged and pleaded for me to fuck her harder. "Fuck me, fuck me, harder, yes, that's it, yes, keep going," she wildly pleaded. My cock was driving in and out of her pussy as Marlene gripped the rails. "God, yes, yes, I'm coming, I'm going to come," she wailed, as I kept driving into her. I could feel the sensation of an oncoming orgasm as I continued to repeatedly plunge into her. Marlene screamed out her orgasm, as she continued to thrust herself back onto my swollen cock. I could feel myself getting closer as Marlene buried her face into the mattress. The sound of her orgasm was muffled into the bed as I felt the surge of cum rapidly building in my balls before I slammed deep into her one last time and shot jets of cum deep into her pussy. I cried out my orgasm as the spurts of cum continued to race through my cock, and I could hear Marlene's muffled screams as I filled her convulsing pussy. I leaned over onto her back and we fell to the bed together with my full weight sandwiching Marlene into the mattress. I reached under her outstretched arms and rolled the both of us onto our sides. We gasped for air as our sweaty bodies melted into each other. I held her tightly and promised her that I would never let her go. "Oh, Michael, I want you to hold me forever," she said, as she held onto my arms and squeezed them tightly. I was trying to force the last drop of cum out as my cock spasmed inside of her. I couldn't believe that I was still hard inside of Marlene and I felt the walls of her pussy contract around me. "Michael," she started, "That was unbelievable. I couldn't stop coming; I didn't think that it was ever going to end. There was a point when I didn't hear anything and thought that I passed out for a second." "Sweetheart, you are absolutely amazing," I said, still a bit winded from our love making. "I said it before and I'll say it a million times more; you are absolutely beautiful." Marlene squeezed my arms again and said, "Thank you, Michael, thank you." It was noon by the time that we finally managed to get ourselves out of bed. "Are you hungry, Handsome?" Marlene asked,as she came out of the bathroom after washing up. "For food?" I asked with a grin. The roled up towel hit me in the chest, as Marlene laughed and said, "Yes, food you nut!" "Well, I was just making sure that we were on the same page," I laughed. "This might sound strange, but do you feel like going over to the food court in the mall and grabbing a couple slices of pizza?" "Yeah, sure, why not," she replied. "Maybe we can walk around the mall afterwards and do some window shopping." "Oh baby, this sounds like trouble," I said. "Oh, Michael, it's not that bad," she sighed. "I didn't mean trouble for me," I said with a big smile across my face. "No," I said,as Marlene began to ask me if I'll ever stop. "Hey, why don't you give your mom a call and see if she would like to come with us." "Really? You want my mom to come with us?" she replied in surprise. "Sure, why not?" I answered. Marlene called her mom and fifteen minutes later we were pulling into her driveway. Marlene told me that she was going to switch cars as she pulled the growling Mustang into the garage. "We'll take the Infinity," she said, as she took my hand and walked me out of the garage, up the steps and into her mom's house. "Mom, we're here," Marlene yelled as we entered the house. I heard a sweet voice in the distance say, "I know, I heard that car from the top of the street." "Oh, mom, it's not that loud," Marlene replied in exasperation. Marlene's mom came walking into the room and kissed her. "Mom, this is Michael." I held my hand out to greet Marlene's mother. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Cassidy," I said, in a bit of a nervous voice. I felt a thin, soft hand grasp my hand and say, "Hi, where's Misty?" "Mom!" Marlene exclaimed in embarrassment. "Well, I thought that Misty was coming too," her mom said matter of factly. "Mom, please..." Marlene exclaimed once again, this time with a bit of laughter in her voice. I chimed in, "Well, she's at home, but if it is alright with Marlene, we can pick her up and bring her." The embarrassed and exasperated Marlene agreed and we soon piled into her SUV and were off to my house to pick up the imfamous Misty. I explained the rules to Marlene's mom about when she can talk to Misty and when she couldn't. I explained that if Misty was in her harness, she was working and that she couldn't talk to her or pet her. "Well, that doesn't sound like much fun," Marlene's mom said from the back seat. "Mom," Marlene exclaimed, "Listen to Michael. Misty is a working dog and there are rules that need to be followed." Silver Pt. 05 ****************************** *** If you are under the age of 18 or are not of legal age in your jurisdiction, please exit this story immediately *** This story is for adults only and contains content that is sexual in nature. This is part 05 in the "Silver" series. I urge you to please peruse the pages of, "Silver Pt. 04." This story is fiction, but, it does contain versions of sexual experiences that I have shared with lovers throughout my life. I welcome all of you to vote, comment, and leave suggestions with your thoughts on this story! Thanks to all of you for your votes, kind words, and yes, criticisms on the four previous parts! *** A very special thank you must go out to "WickedInside" for her editing skills and suggestions that made this story so much better! *** ****************************** "So, Michael, is this going to be a fancy wedding?" Marlene asked after showing her enthusiasm about buying a new dress, shoes, etc. "I don't know, where is the reception being held?" "Hold on a second... It says here that the reception is being held at the Ben Franklin, in Philadelphia. Nevermind, this just answered my question," Marlene laughed. "Why in Philly?" "I believe that Becky is from the suburbs of Philadelphia," I answered. "That is a beautiful building; I worked directly across the street from it when I was employed at the hospital." "Michael, how about if we rent a room at one of the hotels on Market Street?" she asked in a very excited voice. Placing her hand on mine, she continued, "It would be so much fun, so romantic, and we wouldn't have to worry about driving home after the reception." "Easy there Beautiful; let's just reply for two people right now and maybe we can make reservations at one of the hotels later," I laughed. Marlene's excitement was so enjoyable to listen to. She sounded like a little kid stepping onto the grounds of a town carnival. I knew that we would be staying at a hotel in the city; why wouldn't we? The city is so romantic at night; the sights, sounds, and smells saturate your senses. As you walk through the historical city, you think back to the founding of our country. I pictured us walking around Independence Mall, eating lunch at the Reading Terminal Market, and possibly taking a walk down to Penns Landing and relaxing along the river front. "What do you want me to put down for your food selection?" she asked, bringing me out of my dreamy state. "Huh?" I replied. "What were you thinking about, Handsome? You were thinking about staying in the city weren't you?" she seductively purred as she ran her hand up my thigh. "Yeah, actually I was. How did you know?" "I could see the half smile on your cute little face," she giggled as she reached up and pinched my cheek. "You're starting to scare me, Marlene," I chuckled. "Oh, Michael, I can't wait... This is going to be so much fun," she said excitedly. "Now what do you want to select for your entree? The selections are: prime Rib, chicken Kiev, and salmon." "Prime rib for me, Sweetheart," I responded. "I knew that; I shouldn't even had asked you. I think that I'll have the salmon," she whispered to herself as she checked the appropriate boxes. "I'll mail this on the way home, OK?" "Yeah, that will be great," I said, leaning against her and giving her a kiss on her neck. "Hey you, what are you doing? I have to go soon," she moaned. I gave her a little nibble on her neck before reaching up and taking her earlobe between my teeth. I gave it a slight tug before sucking it inbetween my lips. "Mmm, you taste good," I moaned as I released the delicate lobe and kissed behind her ear. Marlene gulped and took in a deep breath before letting out a long, sensual moan. "You're giving me goose bumps," she whispered, before releasing a longer moan as I licked the inside of her ear. "Michael, You have to stop; I have to get going." "Do I have to? Do you really want me to?" I asked while lifting her hair and taking the back of her neck into my mouth. As I sucked on the baby soft skin, I could feel the chills race through her body. "Yes, no, yes, don't stop," she moaned with a shiver. "Is that a yes, stop, or a no, don't stop?" I teased, reaching her breast with my hand and squeezing the erect nipple that I knew would be waiting for me. "Oh god, yess...yes...no...don't stop," she stammered. "Marlene, it sounds like you are having a little problem making up your mind." I took her other nipple between my fingers and lightly gave it a squeeze and tug. I reached my other hand up the oversized shirt and raked my fingers down her back. My hand stopped at the waist of her shorts, and I slid a couple of fingers down the little gap at the small of her back. Her skin was so soft, so smooth, so warm. I loved touching her, and feeling the sensual curves of her body. "You started something this morning before I was cock blocked by Misty," I whispered in her ear. "Mmm, I couldn't do that while she was staring at us," she moaned as I sucked on the back of her neck. I released Marlene's nipple from my fingers and brought her hand to the hard on that strained in my shorts. She began to stroke it's length through my pants. "Mmm, i want this in my mouth," she moaned as she continued to massage my cock. She reached under the waistband of my shorts and moaned, "You are so hard... It's so warm in my hand, Michael." Marlene moved from the sofa and knelt before me. She began to remove my shorts as she tugged at the waistband. I lifted my ass and she slid them down my legs until they rested at my feet. "Do you want to go back to the bedroom?" I asked. "No, to use the words of someone that I know; you won't be lasting that long," she seductively moaned as she began to slide my cock around her face before taking the head into her hot mouth. "Marlene," I gasped. "that feels so good, Sweetheart... Oh yes..." Marlene dipped her mouth down quickly on my shaft before withdrawing it and rubbing the head along her pouty lips. The sensation of her soft lips sliding against my sensitive skin had my pre-cum draining onto her. She slid her tongueout and licked the underside of my shaft, lapping up the salty fluid. "Mmm, Michael, you taste so good," she moaned, before taking me into her mouth again. My cock disappeared as her hand twisted and jerked from the base. She bobbed her head up and down my shaft before releasing it again, licking and swirling her tongue around my head as her hand continued to slowly stroke the remainder of my cock. "Marlene, that feels so good, yes...yes...so...good," I moaned. "Sweetheart, I'm going to come..." Marlene released her hand and took the length of my shaft into her mouth. She held it inside as I felt her nose press into my pelvis. My cock began twitching as I felt my orgasm building. she withdrew my shaft to the head, grabbed the base in her fist again, and began to stroke my length as her mouth enveloped my head. She rapidly sucked it with her lips as her hand grasped me more firmly and jerked me hard. I warned her of my oncoming orgasm as I threw my head back against the sofa, raised my ass, and tensed. Marlene kept me between her lips as spurts of cum began to fill her mouth. I grasped her hair as cum continued to race from my cock. She moaned loudly, swallowing every last drop that I could produce. She continued sucking on my shaft as her muffled moans grew louder, climaxing with my cock buried in her mouth. Her lips tightened around my shaft as she reached the peak of her orgasm. "Mmm, mmm, mmm... That was so, so amazing, Michael," she said in heavy breaths as she released my cock. "I came while sucking you, Michael; I can't believe that I came while I was doing that. That never, ever happened to me before. The things that you do to me," she whispered, before cleaning me with one last suck. "The things that I do to you? How about the things that you do to me?" I gasped as her mouth slid up my cock and released me. "Marlene, that was so very sexy," I said as I cupped her face with my hands. "You, my love, are so unbelieveably beautiful, sexy, sensual, loving, caring, and thoughtful." I leaned forward, took her hands into mine, and brought them to the back of my neck, kissing her softly as she folded her arms snugly around my neck. My hands ran through the back of her head as the silky soft hair slipped through my fingers. We held our lips together, tenderly sliding and sucking them into each other's mouths before finally seperating with a moist pop. "I love you, Marlene." "I love you too, Michael." A half hour later, Marlene was collecting her clothes from the previous night's dancing, and placing them into her car. "You don''t mind if I wear your clothes home, do you, Handsome?" "No, of coarse not; you look so sexy," I said as I gave her a hug and kiss goodbye. "I'll be wearing your shirt and thinking of you while I'm lying alone in bed tonight," she cooed. "I'll call you later, OK?" "OK, Sweetheart; I'll talk to you later..." ********** We talked on the phone from home, Marlene's office at work, and during our occasional nightly walks through the neighborhood. The minute that we heard each other's voice or felt each other's touch, any tension that we were holding, instantly released from our bodies. The summer was passing us by and the daylight was lessening. One night after dinner, I sat at the piano and began to play. I warmed up for awhile, playing bits and pieces of various songs that I had learned and managed to remember. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" the voice said to Marlene as she sat in her SUV, parked outside of my house. Marlene jumped in surprise as she hadn't heard the elderly man approach. "Oh, I'm sorry young lady; I didn't mean to startle you," the man said. "I'm Richard, Michael's next door neighbor." "Hi Richard, I'm Marlene." "I've seen you and Michael together lately, and it looks like the two of you are quite the special ones," Richard whispered as the sound of the piano drifted through the open windows, and out into the summer air. "Richard, people keep saying that, you being the third one," Marlene said in a questionable, but surprised tone. "Why do you say that?" "I guess it's from the years of marriage and experience," he explained. "You know, my wife and I would sit out on the stoop and listen to him play at night. I don't know how he does some of the things that he does." "Is your wife in the house?" Marlene asked. "No, my Suzie passed last March," Richard answered in a shaky voice. "Oh, I am so sorry," Marlene said as she took the elderly man's hand into hers. "My Suzy would sit by the window saying her rosary while Michael climbed up onto the roof and decorated the house for Christmas. She wouldn't stop until he returned to the ground, put the ladder away, and cleaned up after running the lights around the house and plugging them in for a test." "He really did that? He wasn't kidding when he told me?" Marlene asked. "No Marlene, he wasn't kidding. It was almost like clockwork; after he finished, our phone would ring, Sue would pick up, and Michael would ask her if she could come out to see if all of the lights were working. We would walk out together and let him know if things were alright. It was simply amazing; everything was just perfect," he said. Not realizing that I had an audience, I began to play the Billy Joel song, "And So It Goes" and the piano came alive. "Oh my God, this is such a beautiful song," Marlene whispered. "I'm not familiar with this tune," Richard admitted. Marlene told Richard the name of the tune as they listened together. I continued playing the beautiful, but sad love song as I hummed the words to myself. Marlene rubbed Richard's hand with her soft touch as the music filtered out through the screens of the spare bedroom. I ended the song and sat for a second, thinking of what to play next. I made my decision as my left hand hit a "C" octave in the base and my right played the third inversion of a "C" chord. My left hand played an "E" octave next as my right remained on the same "C" chord. I continued playing the piano solo to "Layla" by "Derek and the Dominos". The piano thundered beneath my hands as I played the legendary piano piece. "Holy crap..." Marlene exclaimed. " Oh, I'm sorry Richard," Marlene said, apoligizing for her language in front of my elderly neighbor. "Listen to that; It sounds like it is coming from the stereo." "I told you, he is amazing, and I don't know how he manages to do the things that he does," Richard said, as he placed his other hand over Marlene's. "Did he tell you that he used to cut his own grass?" "Nooo, he did not..." Marlene shrieked. "How in the world did he do that?" "He would line the lawn mower up at the edge of the sidewalk, walk straight up, then walk backwards to the sidewalk. He would move the mower over, line the wheels against the edge of the grass, and repeat the same thing. He worked his way across the lawn, bending over and checking the grass to make sure that he didn't miss anything before he continued. It was quite a process,and he did it every week. And not only that; he edged the walkway too!" "I can't believe it," Marlene said in a shocked voice. "Is there anything that he can't do?" "Yes Honey, he can't see," Richard said sadly. "No, he really can't, can he?" Marlene whispered. "But, he makes me wonder sometimes." "I have to get inside and finish cleaning the dishes," Richard said, "It was a pleasure meeting you, Marlene." "It was very nice meeting you also, Richard. If you ever need anything, let Michael and me know, OK?" "Thank you, Marlene, I'll be sure to let you know." I was still fiddling with the piano when I heard a knock at the door, and then the youthful voice of Marlene shout, "Hey Liberace, can I come back?" Misty raced from the room out to greet Marlene. "Hey there, Misty-girl; how are you?" I heard the usual thump on the floor and as I walked out, Marlene was bending over and scratching the black Lab's belly. "Hey Beautiful, what a nice surprise!" I said with a big smile on my face. "I was just ending my day at work and wanted to stop in and give you a kiss before I went home for the night." "You're just getting home now?" I asked. "Yeah, it was a long, long day and I just needed a hug and a kiss." Marlene raised up, walked into me and gave me a huge hug. "I love you more than anything, Michael," she said as tears began to run down her face. "Hey, hey, what are the tears for, Beautiful?" I asked as I held her tightly. "As I pulled up to your house, I could hear the sound of your piano. I sat outside listening to you play for awhile and your neighbor, richard came up to me to say hello. He commented on how he and his wife used to sit out and listen to you play." "Sue passed away last March," I sadly said. "Yes, he told me. He also told me about all of the other things that you do as we listened to your beautiful piano." "Like what?" "Like cutting the lawn," Marlene cried into my shoulder. "Sweetheart, why does me cutting the lawn make you cry?" "I asked him if there was anything that you couldn't do and he said yes, you couldn't see. And that's when it hit me... You really can't see. You are so nonchalant with everything that you do. I never think about it; I don't realize that you really can't see." "Marlene, that is a good thing. I don't want you to think of me as blind; I want you to think of me as a regular guy." "But, you're not a regular guy, Michael; you are a very special, very talented, very kind man." "Marlene, I don't understand... I'll walk into a wall if it will make you feel better." "Marlene laughed a bit and said, "No silly, you don't have to walk into the wall to make me feel better. It's just when he said that, I felt so sorry for you." "No, no, don't feel sorry for me, Beautiful... I'm lucky to be who I am, with what I have," I said in a firm voice. "If you want to feel sorry for someone, pay a visit to the Children's Hospital of Philadelphia. There is a place where you can feel sorry for people. Although, they'll most likely say the same thing that I just said." Marlene looked up at me and gave me a light kiss. "You are still amazing to me," she said with a sniffle. "Well, I didn't say that I wasn't amazing!" I grinned. Marlene began to laugh as she tapped me on the chest with her hand. "You always find the words to make me laugh when I'm in the middle of a good cry." "I do my best," I said as I kissed her. "Hey, is this your work attire?" "Yes, it's just one of my business suits that I wear every day." "Color?" I asked. "Gray today, but I have a bunch of other colors and styles at home." "Very nice," I said as I reached down and took her ass into my hands. "Mmm, very nice indeed." "Michael, stop," Marlene laughed, "You're so bad..." She pulled me over to the sofa and we sat and talked for awhile. "Handsome, can I ask you something?" "Ask away," I replied. "What do you see? I mean, I know that you can't see anything, but what is it like?" "Hmm," I thought. "It's kind of light gray, but with millions of dancing white lights that sparkle within the background." "Lights?" "Yeah, millions and millions of pin point lights that blink on and off as they dance before me," I tried to explain. "As far as trying to compare it to something that you might better understand... Did you ever drive into a fog bank?" "Yes, it's white, but blank," she said. "Exactly, it's blank, with the exception of the lights," I said as I took her hand into mine. "It's just blank, Sweetheart; that's what I see." We continued to talk and the subject quickly changed to the upcoming wedding that we would be attending. Marlene said that it sounded like an Irish wedding by the sound of the two family names. "What? Dalton and O'hara?" No, that's more Pollish," I joked. "Oh Michael, it is not," Marlene giggled as she reached up and squeezed my cheek. "I was thinking of a green dress; what do you think?" "Marlene, that is totally up to you." "What color suit are you wearing?" "What color suit?" I stammered. "Um, kind of a dark gray." I only owned one suit. It was my wedding/funeral/all purpose suit. Shit, it was only fourteen years old, but it worked in a pinch. I had heard the top morning show in Philadelphia radio, teasing their producer about a department store suit that he had bought for an upcoming wedding that he was attending. The traffic girl said that every man should have a fitted suit at some point in his life. And there I sat with Marlene; the most beautiful, fashionable woman that I ever knew when I made the decision that I indeed would purchase a personally tailored suit. "Hey, earth to Michael," Marlene laughed. "What are you thinking about?" "Oh, nothing... Just how beautiful you are and unbelievable you'll look in your dress." "You know, you can't use the, 'how beautiful I am' thing every time I ask what you are thinking." "Yes, I know," I replied with a smirk, "but that's what I was thinking!" "Uh huh, nice try, Handsome." I laughed innocently as I crossed my heart with my finger. I had four weeks to get a new suit. I decided that I would go into the city and purchase a tailered suit and while I was there, make a surprise visit to Marlene at her law firm. "Hey Sweetheart, would you be interested in going down to the shore to my sister and brother's house and staying over for a night or two?" "Michael, that would be so nice... I haven't been to the shore since I was a kid," she said excitedly." "You haven't been to the shore since you were a kid?" I asked in disbelief. "You never went with your husband?" "No, he didn't like the beach." Silver Pt. 05 "That's sad, Marlene," I said as I lifted her chin to look at me. "I have a lot to show you, and your eyes won't know where to look next because there is so much to see down there." "I can't wait," she smiled. "Will your sister mind? Do they have enough room?" "No, she won't mind; especially since I already asked her!" I grinned. "And yes, they will be able to squeeze us in for the night. Looks like you are going to be meeting a few of my sisters this weekend!" "Oh geez, I shouldn't have been so excited about meeting them when I asked you last week... Now I'm nervous." I laughed and reassured her that there was nothing to be nervous about, and that my sisters were all very nice and excited to meet her. I also told her that she would be meeting my mom, since we would be dropping Misty off at her house. "Misty isn't going with us?" Marlene asked. "Nope, she is having a sleepover at grandmom's house," I replied. "If you think that your mom spoils her, wait until you see the way my mom treats her," I laughed. "Oh Michael, your mom, your sisters... I think that I'm going to be sick." "Stop Marlene," I laughed, "Believe me, they will absolutely love you. Just be yourself and be prepared to laugh." The week passed quickly and we found ourselves filling Marlene's Mustang with our bags, Misty's supplies, and food to bring to my sister's shore home. I spread a heavy blanket across the back seat of the Mustang and tucked it in snuggly so it wouldn't slide down when good old Misty took her seat. I asked Marlene if she could keep the roof closed until we delivered her to my mom's because I didn't know how she would react to an open roof. It was a gorgeous Saturday morning and as Misty settled herself in the back, the Mustang roared to life. God, how I loved that sound; the deep , thundering groan of a powerful engine as it screams out loud in a tantrum before quickly settling to a low, sensual growl. It's a guy thing, I suppose; although, I know many women who feel the same way, and I'm guessing that Marlene was one of them. We backed out of the driveway and were soon on our way to grandmom's. Misty laid in the back with her long black nose resting on the center console. "Michael, look at her," Marlene said in a sweet voice. "She is so cute." The midnight blue beast glided down the highway as if it were floating on air. The early morning ttraffic was light as we drove along. I gave Marlene directions as we drove, telling her to turn here and there. "How do you know where you are?" Marlene asked in disbelief. "I used to drive, remember? I can tell by the feel of the road; there are different dips and crests that give me signals of where we are for the most part. Every road has it's own story to tell." "That's amazing; I don't even notice them, Michael. Not unless I hit a pot hole," she laughed. "Again, the things that we don't realize." We were soon pulling into my mom's driveway and the Mustang's low growl silenced as Marlene turned off the ignition. We gathered Misty from the back seat and her supplies from the trunk before walking to the front door. My mom was waiting there for us and Misty's tail wagged wildly as she opened the door to let us in. "There's my pretty puppy," my mom excitedly exclaimed. I unhooked Misty's leash and off she ran, dashing from one room to another,, doing her investigative work, and looking for the two cats that my mom owned. I heard some crunching coming from the kitchen. "Misty, get your nose out of the cat food," I yelled. she came running through the house and stopped at my mom's feet. She somehow knew that my mom was older and her manner changed whenever she approached her. "Misty, you're not a cat," my mom laughed, "You're a big old puppy dog." I never got the chance to introduce my mom to Marlene since Misty grabbed the attention from all of us. "Mom, this is my Marlene," I said. "Marlene, Sweetheart, this is my mom." "Hello, Mrs. Dalton, it is so nice to finally meet you," Marlene said with a big smile as she stood there with Misty's necessities in her hands. I took the supplies from Marlene as my mom walked to her and gave her a hug. "It is nice to meet you too, honey; Michael has told me so much about you." "Oh geez, I hope that it was all good," Marlene said nervously. I set up Misty's bowls with water and food as the two women talked on the sofa in the living room. I let Misty outside before I began to walk back into the room. "He's so bad," I heard my mom whispering as Marlene laughed. "I'm so bad what, Mom?" I said as I leaned over and kissed her hello. "None of your business, Mikey," my Mom responded, "Marlene and I were just talking..." "It sounds like the both of you are up to no good," I said in an inquisitive voice. A bark came from the back door and Marlene stood up to let her in. "Mike, she is absolutely beautiful, and so sweet," My mom told me as Marlene disappeared around the corner. "You should see how she looks at you. Her eyes lit up when you walked into the room." "Mom, she is the sweetest person that I ever met," I said as I sat down next to her on the sofa. "We love being together." "Look out!" Marlene yelled as she opened the back door. Misty came racing into the room, stopped in front of my mom, and dropped to the floor onto her back. "There's a surprise," I commented as my mom reached down and scratched Misty's belly. "Marlene walked into the room and said, "Oh there's a surprise; Misty on the floor, and on her back getting a belly rub." "Mikey just said the very same thing," mom said as she looked towards Marlene. "Great minds think alike," I grinned. "Oh brother, I'm in trouble if that's true," Marlene giggled. "You're in trouble alright," I said. "Are you ready? I think that we better get going before the shore traffic backs up on the expressway." "Yes, I'm ready, Mikey," Marlene said in a teasing voice as she touseled my hair. I gave her the "eye" and whispered how much trouble she was in before lightly biting her finger. Marlene laughed as she helped me stand. We said our goodbyes to my mom and Misty as she walked us to the door. "Have fun you two, and tell the gang down there that I said hi," mom said. She gave Marlene another hug and told her to stop by or call her anytime that she wanted. I leaned down to my four foot, nine inch mother and gave her a kiss. "Thanks for watching Misty, Mom; I love you." "I love you too, Mikey; see you tomorrow night?" she asked. "Yep, we'll pick up the hound dog tomorrow night. I'll call you when we are leaving the shore," I said before walking down the steps with Marlene in my arms. We made our way to the car, hips bumping into each other as we carelessly prepared for our hour long journey to Ocean City. As we sat in the Mustang, Marlene asked, "Do you want the roof down, Mikey?" She reached over and pinched my cheek, laughing as she unlocked the latch from my side of the car. "You're sooo funny," I said with a blushing face. "You're also in so, so much trouble," I added. Marlene laughed as the roof began to retract and lower into the back of the rumbling car. The windows slid down next before we backed out of the driveway and were on our way. Ten minutes later, we were easing onto the entrance to the Alantic City Expressway. As Marlene straightened the car and prepared to merge into the shore traffic, the Mustang roared to life and again, my head pressed into the headrest. This time I was ready for the jolt as I smiled while the beautiful midnight blue beast rocketed onto the highway. "What a thrill," I excitedly thought to myself as the warm summer air drifted over the top of our heads. And there I was, the passenger in a beautiful Mustang GT Convertible with a sexy, long legged beautiful woman at the driver seat. "Go ahead guys; look all you want, but she is all mine," I thought as we passed cars along the way. Fourty minutes later, we were merging onto the Garden State Parkway with the same sequence of events; Marlene easing the car around the entrance and stepping on it when the time came to merge onto the busy highway. The smell of the salt air filled my senses as we drove down the road, driving over the bridge to the bay and exiting into Ocean City. I gave Marlene directions to my sister's home and in minutes, we were pulling up to the front of the house. "Holy crap... This one, Michael?" Marlene exclaimed in disbelief as she grabbed my thigh with her fingers. "Are you sure?" "Yep, this is it," I smiled. The house was absolutely gorgeous. It was an eight bedroom, six bath stunner that sat on the bay. The Mustang rumbled beneath us as Marlene gazed at the outside of the property. "It's alright if you turn the car off, Sweetheart," I said as I placed my hand on top of Marlene's. My sister came bouncing out of the front door and greeted us as we were making our way out of the car. "Hey Mike, I'm so glad that you guys could make it down," she cheerfully said. "Rose, this is my Marlene; and Marlene, this is one of my younger sisters, Rose." "It's so nice to meet you, Marlene; Mike has told me so much about you. Oh my god, your car is gorgeous." Marlene held her hand out to my sister and greeted her with a huge smile. We retrieved our bags from the small trunk and made our way into the house. Marlene stopped dead in her tracks as we entered. "Oh Rose... This is absolutely stunning." We stood in the foyer and Marlene looked up at the beautiful stairway that circled to the upper levels of the home. We left our things there and my sister told us to follow her out to the kitchen where some of my other sisters sat having coffee and munching on donuts. "Hey guys," I said as we entered. "How is everybody?" My sisters, Lauren, Kimberly, and MaryEllen all came over and greeted me with a hug and a kiss. I introduced each one to Marlene and they happily said their hello's. We sat at the large table and joined them with a cup of coffee. "The guys are out on the deck if you want to go out and say hi," Rose said. Marlene turned and looked out onto the sprawling deck that extended over the bay. Two jet ski's and a twenty-four foot boat rested along the floating dock that drifted at the base of the deck. A twenty foot fiberglass pool laid to the left of the sliding glass door of the kitchen. The guys were sitting around the outside table; laughing and drinking their morning cups of coffee. Marlene whispered, "Oh my God, this is absolutely breath taking." After finishing our first cup, Rose asked Marlene if she would like a tour of the house. They disappeared and I went out onto the deck to say hello to the guys. My brother, Sam, greeted me and guided me to the table and I sat outside, talking and laughing with my brother-in-laws. They were questioning me about Marlene, joking and asking if she were going to come out and show her "butter face." I laughed along with their so-called humor until they stopped in mid-sentence. Rose and Marlene stepped through the sliding door and onto the deck. "Holy fuck," I heard one of the men whisper under his breath. Marlene approached in her black shorts and pink tank top. I introduced Marlene to the silenced crowd. They each stood, shaking her hand as they exchanged pleasantries. One of them nudged me under the table as he sat down next to me. "Nice job, Mikey," he whispered. We all made our way back into the kitchen and sat down for a real breakfast. Marlene helped Rose and Lauren clean up after we had finished before asking me if I wanted to take a walk up to the beach. She took my hand and led me up to our bedroom so we could change into our beach attire. As we entered our room, Marlene turned and kissed me. "Michael, this place is huge... It's beautiful... Do you know that there is a map of Spain in our bathroom sink?" "Yes, so I've heard," I said, not making a big deal about it. "Michael, you can fit six people in our shower; do you know that?" "Yes, I know that, I've been in it before." "Your sister and brother are so sweet; you would never know..." she said. "Never know what? That they are as rich as crap?" I smiled. "Sweetheart, they're not about money; they're about family and having fun together," I explained. Marlene went into the bathroom to change while I slipped into a comfortable pair of swim shorts. Marlene stepped from the bathroom and said, "What do you think, Handsome?" She walked over to me, placed my hands on her slim sides, and raised them up to her breast. I could feel her nipples straining through the thin cups of the swimsuit that she was wearing. "Mmm, I like this," I moaned. She pulled my hands around to her back where I felt nothing but silky smooth skin. "Marlene, this isn't the one piece leopard bodysuit that you wore a couple of weeks ago, is it?" "No silly, it's a one piece bathing suit. It's backless though." I ran my hands down her naked back until the fabric of the suit made it's appearance, just above her beautifully sculptured ass. I took her soft cheeks in my hands and pulled her into me. Marlene reached back and brought my hands around to the high cut sides of her bathingsuit and I dropped to my knees in front of her. My face rubbed against the silky fabric covering her stomach and I hugged her tightly. "You are so beautiful, Sweetheart," I whispered as I looked up at her. "Anything that you wear is absolutely stunning." "I think of you when I pick out what I wear, Handsome," she replied as her fingernails ran through my hair. "Are you ready for the beach?" I stood up and looked down at my crotch. "I don't know if I should leave the room looking like this," I laughed, as my hard on was very apparent through the loose swim shorts that I was wearing. Marlene gave it a pat and laughed, "You may want to strap that thing to your leg or something." She threw on her beach coverup before we made our way downstairs. We asked if anyone was going with us, but they said that they would join us a bit later. We grabbed our blanket, chairs, and a few bottles of water and off we went. The sound of the ocean waves greeted us as we stepped onto the warm sands of the beach. Marlene selected a spot to lay our blanket and in minutes, we were sitting together, the sun shining brightly as we faced the pounding surf of the Atlantic ocean. We spent time walking along the beach on the soft sands of Ocean City, dodging the small children who were blindly running from the sand into the water. Marlene was sporting her steel blue, one piece bathingsuit, and I was in a pair of black shorts with two white twigs sticking out from the leg openings. The sound of children screaming as the waves hit them, the sea gulls who were fighting for food, and a low flying prop plane with a trailing advertisement filled the air as we strolled lazily along. "Michael, this is so relaxing, so beautiful, and so, I don't know, romantic," she said as our hands waved freely between us. "This is one of my most favorite places," I replied with a sigh. "This is where I like to go to forget about everything." "You're right, it makes you forget about everything," Marlene said with happiness in her voice. The rest of the gang joined us as we sat in our chairs; the girls all talking about the things that girls talk about, and the guys telling me how hot Marlene was! "You stepped in it this time," one of them said. "It's about time that I stepped in something," I replied. "No Mikey, you really, really stepped in it this time," another stated. "She was born to wear that bathingsuit." The weekend was so relaxing as we all had dinner together the first night that we were there and my sisters and brothers got to know Marlene. I recieved several more pats on the back and comments from the men, regarding Marlene, her personality, and mostly her beautiful body. That night, Marlene and I decided to take a walk on the boardwalk. We lazily strolled along the old wooden planks. Music blasted from the arcades and t-shirt stores as Marlene took in the various sights and sounds. The smell of caramel corn, funnel cake, and pizza filled the salty night air. We stopped and bought fudge, saltwarter taffy, and caramel corn for our moms and the girls at the law firm. Marlene could have fed an army with all that she had purchased. After returning home, we sat up with everyone for awhile and the girls shared glasses of wine as they talked and laughed, telling Marlene embarrassing stories at my expense. As I said before, I was screwed, and not the way that I wanted to be. The talk soon turned to the upcoming wedding and the girls discussed their options on dresses; whether they should wear short sleeve, long sleeve, or sleeveless. They all voiced their opinions regarding the month of September; was it a fall wedding, or Summer? September in the Philadelphia area usually had temperatures still running in the mid eighty degree range and on the calender, it was considered summer. But late September they decided would be considered more of a fall season. So, it was decided, the mid September wedding that we all would be attending would be more summer and would call for a short, or sleeveless dress. I chimed in that they may want to consider the air conditioning inside the reception to which a whole new discussion resulted. On and on they went discussing colors, shoes, and whether they were staying in the city that night or not. It was late and I was pretty pooped from the beach, boardwalk, and the never ending discussion that was taking place, so I walked to the back of Marlene's chair, reached around to hug her and told her that I was heading upstairs to bed. She reached up and held my arms as they wrapped around her neck and squeezed them tightly as I gave her a smooch on her cheek. She told me that she would be up in awhile. I said good night to everyone and made my way upstairs. After washing up, brushing my teeth and undressing down to my underwear, I plopped onto the bed and fell asleep on my stomach, lying across the bed. I woke to a pair of warm, stiff nipples gracefully sliding across my back. I raised my head from the bed and the scent of wine became noticeable as a pair of hot lips clamped onto my shoulder. "Mmm, you taste so good, Handsome," Marlene moaned as she pressed her body down onto me. "I want you to fuck me, Michael," she whispered into my neck with a slight giggle. "I want you to bend me over this bed and fuck my hot pussy," she continued with a giggle. "C'mon, Handsome, I want that beautiful dick of yours stuffed in my wet cunt." I never heard Marlene blatanly talk like this, especially using the word, cunt. "Sweetheart?" I started. "What, my Love," she replied as she tried to turn me over and grab my cock. "How much wine did you have?" I continued with a laugh as Marlene began to yank my underwear off. "Just a couple of glasses with your sisters, maybe a little more than a couple," she giggled. "C'mon, Michael, get up and bend me over this very here bed." "Shh..." I whispered, trying to get Marlene to lower her voice so the rest of the house wouldn't hear her. "Michael, fuck me from behind," she said again in an exaggerated whisper. "I want your cock to fill my cunt." "OK, OK," I whispered, "Shh... Lay on the bed and I'll fuck you," I said as I slid from the bed. As I stood up, Marlene laid halfway off of the bed with her feet planted on the floor and the rest of her body sprawled across the mattress. She wiggled her ass in front of me, reached back and spread her cheeks and whispered loudly, "Shove that cock in me right now, Michael... right now... fuck my cunt right now." I pressed against Marlene, leaned over and began to rub her back, hoping that I would get her to fall asleep. I didn't want to do anything that would have her feeling embarrassed tomorrow morning, but I think that she was past that point. Silver Pt. 05 "Michael," she said in a raised voice, as she continued to wiggle her ass and spread her legs even further. "OK, Ok, Sweetheart...shh...shh..." I whispered. I leaned up to the top of the bed and grabbed a pillow and told her to lay her head on it, hoping to muffle any sounds that would eventually be coming from her mouth. She took the pillow and did as I asked before telling me to fuck her hard. I was caught between a rock and a hard place as I slid my cock along her already soaked pussy. My cock easily slipped between her lips and entered her silky hole. Marlene let out a muffled moan into the pillow as my shaft bottomed out inside her and my hips pressed into her ass. Thank God for that pillow, because that scream would have woke the dead, I thought. I withdrew my cock to the head and plunged back into her. She began to push back as I repeatedly rocked in and out of her. Marlene lifted her head from the pillow and whispered, "Yes, Michael, keep going...keep...fucking...meeee..." She pressed her face into the pillow again and yelped as my cock plunged deeper into her spread pussy. I could hear the muffled sounds coming from the pillow until she lifted her head again. "Michael, I can feel your balls hitting my clit; they're hitting...my...clit...yes... Oh yes..." She began to thrust her ass more forcefully into me, and her muffled moans were non stop until she tensed and voiced her orgasm into the pillow. I wasn't far behind as the sense of my own climax collected in my tightening balls before pouring spurts of cum into Marlene's pussy. She pushed hard into me and wiggled her ass as my cum continued to fill her. My legs weakened beneath me and I fell on top of her in a heap of sweat. My cock continued to spasm inside of her as I tried to catch my breath. Marlene was saying something into the pillow as her ass continued to wiggle against me before contracting in another orgasm. I felt her body fall limp into the bed as her legs gave way. Her body was raising up and down with her heavy breathing as the weight of my body laid on her. I took her hair into my hands and caressed her head. "Shh," I whispered, "Are you alright?" She shook her head up and down as it rested in the pillow. "Shh... I'm going to get a towel to clean you off a bit," i whispered next. I didn't get a reply as I slowly withdrew my still hard cock. How can this thing possibly be hard, I thought as I ran to the bathroom and retrieved a warm washcloth and towel. I returned to Marlene, who was lying in the same position that I left her. My cum was running along her thigh as I reached for her leg. I cleaned her up as best I could and dried her with the towel. I reached to feel her back to make sure that she was still breathing before I returned to the bathroom to rinse out the washcloth and clean myself up a bit. Returning to the bedroom, I walked around to Marlene's side of the bed and drew the sheets down. I lifted her head and placed the pillow at the top of the bed. I gently rubbed her shoulder, "Sweetheart, c'mon, it's time for bed," I whispered. Marlene moaned incoherently. I tried to lift her and pull her up onto the bed, but the dead weight of her body, matched with her legs slumped over the other side made it impossible for me to lift her up. Jesus, this is going to be a workout, I thought. I walked around the other side of the bed and lifted her legs, swinging them up onto the bed. Well, at least I had her on the bed; now what? I crawled onto the bedand turned her on her side, placing my arms around her torso and began to pull her up. "C'mon Honey, time to get under the covers," I whispered, recieving a mumbled reply. After much maneuvering, I finally moved Marlene into a decent sleeping position before pulling the covers over her. "Boy, you're going to feel like crap tomorrow," I laughed to the lightly snoaring, inebriated beauty. I didn't sleep well that night. I kept reaching over to make sure that my baby was alright and more importantly, still breathing. I finally woke to the sound of sea gulls sqwalking in the early morning daylight. Marlene's head was pressed between my shoulder blades and her arm draped across my belly. I gently lifted her hand and slid out of bed, freshened up in the bathroom, dressed, and went downstairs to retrieve a cup of hot coffee. My sister Rose was already sitting at the kitchen table, reading the morning paper as I entered. "You look like you're ready for a cup of coffee," she said. "Yes, I'm more than ready," I responded. Rose grabbed me a cup and we decided to sit on the front porch and enjoy it there. The eastern morning sun rose above the roof tops and warmed us as we relaxed and enjoyed our coffee. "Mike, Marlene is so nice," Rose said as she sipped her mug. "We had so much fun last night. She is so funny and so much in love with you." I was taken back by her statement as she continued, "You should see the way that she looks at you; her eyes twinkle, and when you hugged her from behind last night, her face glowed in happiness." "Are you sure that wasn't from the wine?" I asked with a chuckle. "No Mike, it wasn't from the wine... You do something to her and she lights up. You can physically see it happen," she said. "I don't know rose; I don't know what I do, besides treat her nicely and show her how very much I love her." "Maybe that's just the thing that she needs. Maybe that's the thing that she has been looking for since her dad and brother died," rose stated. "She told you about her dad and brother?" I asked in surprise. "Yeah, we talked about it for awhile after you went upstairs. We talked about our lives at home too." "Yeah, I told her about that," I said as I sipped nervously from my mug. We sat and talked for another hour as one by one, my other sisters joined us. Not too much later, the door opened and a groggy voice said, "There you guys are; I thought that you all left..." "Oh Marlene, you look like something that the cat dragged in," my sister Lauren laughed. "I feel like something that the cat left in the litter box," she replied with a half hearted laugh. "Good morning Handsome," she groaned as she made her way over to me and gave me a kiss. "Hey Beautiful, having a rough morning?" I laughed. "Come, sit on my lap, Sweetheart." Rose arrived with a hot cup of coffee for Marlene as she rested in my lap. "Mmm, thanks, this is just what I need," she said to rose. "That's what you said last night," I whispered in her ear. Marlene took my hand into hers and squeezed it hard. "Real funny, Handsome," she muttered under her breath. I gave her a little laugh as I gently lifted my crotch into her ass, to which I received a light slap on the leg. We all sat and chatted about the plans for the day. I rubbed Marlene's back as she laid her shoulder into me and sipped her coffee. "Do you feel alright?" I asked. "I've felt better," she replied. "What kind of wine were you girls drinking?" "I had two glasses of a chardonnay and a couple more of some type of red." I laughed and asked her if she remembered coming to bed last night. "Michael..." she whispered in embarrassment. "I remember most of it." "Do you remember telling me what you wanted?" I teased, continuing to rub her back. "Shh... Some of it, but..." "But what," I grinned. "But nothing," she said with a sly smile. Marlene finished her coffeeand talked a little more with the girls before telling me that she was going to get a shower. I told her that I would be up in awhile because I wanted to get one also. I sat and talked with my sisters and they all adored Marlene. They loved her personality, humor, and how she fit right into the previous night's conversation. They asked me how we met, so I told them the long story of how it all happened. As I ended my story, I said, "I was just sitting on the step brushing Misty and she just walked up to me and said hi." My sisters were amazed at the story and they all commented about how we both acted around each other, and the way that our faces light up while in each other's presence. I told them how I truly felt about Marlene and how much I loved her. I excused myself and ran up the steps to get a shower. When I walked into the bedroom, I could smell the scent of Marlene's citrus body wash and shampoo. The sound of the hair dryer began and the usual chill ran down my spine. I stripped before walking into the bathroom and as I entered, the hair dryer stopped. I guess that she saw me in the mirror and was silent as I walked behind, reached my arms around her waist and told her that I loved her. She laid her head back into my shoulder as I raised my hands to cup her tits. "Michael, I'm sorry; I'm so embarrassed..." "Sorry about what?" I asked. "Last night, and the things that I said..." she trembled. "Marlene, there is nothing to be sorry about," I said as I squeezed her breasts together. "Actually, it turned me on, although I was pretty shocked to hear you say it." "I know one thing," she said, "I'll never drink like that again. I don't mind a glass or two, but that was way, way too much for me and I know that between the both of us, we certainly don't need that in our lives anymore. I'll never do that to you, Michael, I swear..." OK, OK, I hear you... That's fine with me. But you can keep talking the same way," I whispered in her ear as I pinched her nipples. "Mmm, that's so good..." she moaned as my hands caressed her breast. I kissed her neck and told her that I was going to take a shower. she shook her head up and down before I released her breast and hopped in the shower. The sound of the hair dryer started again as the hot water pounded against my body. I soaped up with Marlene's citrus body wash and stroked my cock as it grew hard in my hand. I stood there, cock in hand thinking of the events of the previous night and how Marlene begged me to fuck her cunt. I don't know what it was, the sound of a gorgeous woman saying that? The sound of a partner in a law firm saying it? Or the combination of both. I washed the rest of my body before returning to my cock and soaping it up one more time. It was straining in my hand as the shower door opened and I heard Marlene ask me to save it for her. I jumped at her words and turned red faced in embarrassment. "Hurry up, Handsome, I'll be waiting with open mouth," she seductively said. I almost came right then as the words echoed in my head. I washed my hair and stepped out to dry off. I brushed my hair, and quickly ran the hair dryer through it before brushing my teeth. I walked into the bedroom with my cock bouncing lewdly in front of me. "Come here, Handsome; I want to show you something." I walked over towards Marlene's voice and she took my hand. "I was thinking of wearing this to the beach, but thought that it might be quite inappropriate. I think that it would be better to save it for a vacation to the islands with you instead," she whispered. She raised my hands to her breast where I felt two small pieces of triangle which barely covered her excited areolas and nipples. A string at the top of each triangle ran up her chest and tied behind her neck, while another pair tied behind her back. Her nipples strained through the minuscule fabric. My cock lurched in front of her as my hands rested on the two patches. "Hmm, somebody likes this," she whispered as her lips grazed my mouth. She took my hand and ran it down her tummy and rested it on another skimpy patch of triangle that covered her pussy. Strings ran around the sides to a smaller triangle which pointed down into the valley of her ass where another string disappeared and attached it to the front. "Jesus, Marlene, this is fucking unbelievable," I whispered. "Where in god's name did you get this?" I asked. "I came across it on a website and thought of you as soon as I saw it on the model." She took my raging cock in her hand and said, "It's metallic silver." My cock lurched in her hand once again as the words left her mouth. "Silver," I whispered in one long dreamy breath. "You like?" Marlene asked excitedly. "I would be an idiot if I didn't," I replied as I cupped the bare cheeks of her ass in my hands. "You know, every time that I think that you can't outdo yourself, you prove me wrong." "Even if we never make it to the islands, I'll wear it for you whenever you want," she whispered in my ear as her hand began to stroke my engorged shaft. Marlene pushed me onto the bed and climbed between my spread legs. She continued to stroke my cock as I felt her nails rake down my chest, along my right thigh, before grazing them under my balls. The chills raced through my body as the long painted tips lightly fondled and tugged my hanging sack. I let out a pleasurable moan as her hands worked their magic. I felt Marlene's hair hit my pelvis as she bent over and took my cock into her mouth. She took me down to her fist which slowly stroked the base before withdrawing up to the head. she held the tip of my cock in her mouth as she swirled her tongue around the sensitive skin. Slurping noises rose from her mouth as she hungrily massaged the head. Marlene knew just how long to do this before she dropped down, taking the length of my shaft into her mouth and throat. I gasped as the combination of her lips wrapping around the base and the feeling of my already sensitive head entered her throat. Marlene reached her hands under my ass, digging her nails into my flesh and pulled me deeper into her. She moaned as she withdrew my entire length and gasped for air. "Michael, I love sucking your beautiful cock. It is so smooth and hot in my mouth. I want you to come now," she said before taking my length into her throat again. She began to moan around my cock as her nails held a firm grip on my ass and her mouth began to bob up and down the full length of my raging hard cock. I reached to the side of her face and felt her cheeks hollow and her lips extend outward as she pulled up to the head. She pulled my ass cheeks apart and increased her spead as my cock grew that last bit, signaling my growing orgasm. I raked my fingers through Marlene's hair as her head continued thrusting my cock into her mouth. I warned her of my nearing orgasm and her nails pulled harder at my ass. I tensed and my hands held Marlene's head as jets of cum raced into her mouth and throat. She moaned excitedly as the spurts of salty fluid drained from my balls. I didn't think that it was ever going to stop as Marlene sucked every last drop from my convulsing shaft. She continued moaning as my deflating cock dropped from her mouth. Releasing my ass, she rolled to her side, reached into the triangle patch that covered her pussy and quickly brought herself to an explosive orgasm. Her head was rocking back and forth on my thigh as her fingers continued to dance across her clit. "Oh Michael, oh Michael, oh god..." she whimpered as she slowly came down from her intense climax. She wrapped her arms around my leg and repeatedly kissed my thigh. "Michael, I love you... I love you so, so much," she cried into my thigh as she tightly clung to my leg. I softly ran my hands through her hair, telling her how much I loved her too. She laid like that for a few minutes before climbing up to me and giving me a kiss. "You are so beautiful," I whispered, as I softly caressed her delicate face. "I can't wait to wear this for you again," she giggled, nuzzling her nose into my chest. "I swear, you're trying to kill me," I laughed. Needless to say, the rest of our day went swimmingly well and Marlene experienced her first time on a boat and jet skis. The day flew by and it wasn't too long before we found ourselves packing up the car and calling my mom to let her know that we were on our way home. We said goodbye to my sisters and their husbands, telling them that we would be seeing them at the wedding in a couple of weeks. The drive home was uneventful as we talked and laughed about the events of the weekend. We picked up Misty at my mom's and headed home. After unpacking the car, we headed back to bed for the night, falling asleep in each other's arms within minutes of our heads hitting the pillows. The next morning, we decided to take Marlene's mom out to breakfast at a local diner. After some much needed coffee, eggs and hash browns, we went back to my house and Marlene showed her mother the layout of the house. Mrs. Cassidy marveled over the beauty of my home and even more at the pictures of my daughter. "Michael, she is absolutely gorgeous," she said, picking up Monica's graduation picture the same way that Marlene had done the first night that I met her. I went to open my mouth with a grin before I heard Marlene say, "Don't say it, Handsome." "Say what?" Mrs. Cassidy asked. Marlene laughed, "Nothing mom... Michael was just about to be bad again." She reached up and pinched my cheek the way that she loves to do and gave me a kiss. "You better behave yourself," she giggled. "Marlene, I don't know what you're talking about?" I said innocently. "Uh huh," was all that she said in response. Misty trailed Marlene's mom around the house and dropped at her feet as she sat on the sofa. "How are you,pretty girl?" she asked as Misty rolled onto her back. "Oh, you really like having your belly rubbed, don't you, Sweetheart?" she continued as she leaned over and tickled Misty's stomach. Marlene kissed me and told me that they had to go and get some shopping done. "You're not going to buy any more bathing suits, are you?" I grinned. "Who knows what I'll buy next?" she teased. I walked them both to the car and kissed them goodbye. Marlene backed the SUV out of the driveway, beeped the horn, and drove off. "I'll be seeing you tomorrow," I whispered with a smile as the sound of the SUV disappeared. ********** ********** The ride into Philadelphia was on the adventurous side. Misty was older and getting closer to retirement. The taxi had dropped us off in front of the train station and after paying the driver, I told Misty to find the door to the station. She guided me perfectly to the entrance, placed her nose towards the handle, and let me inside as I pushed the door open. We descended the steps, purchased our ticket to the city and climbed another set of steps to the platform. She sat at my feet as we waited for the next train to arrive. A couple of people asked if I would need assistance onto the train as it arrived, but I politely declined, trusting that Misty-girl would lead me safely onto the train. The doors opened and I gave her the command to find the door. She hesitated for a moment and seemed unsure as to what I was asking her to do. I repeated my command for her to find the door and she immediately began to walk forward, stopped at the edge of the platform, letting me know that we were about to step into the train and then guided me safely inside. A female voice advised me that a seat was available next to her and as I fixed my ears to her voice, commanded Misty forward until I heard her say, "Right here, sir." I took the seat next to her, reaching down to feel the empty cushion and sat down, guiding Misty back underneath me. The woman and I held a nice conversation during our trip, but Misty was a bit anxious as the train came to every stop. she wanted to get up and leave the train and I had to calm her down at every stop until we reached the end of the line. The woman offered to follow us up to the street level to make sure that we made it safely. Misty was more than ready to exit the train and I could tell by her anxious tugging that this would be her last trip into the city on a train. As we stepped onto the platform, I told her to find the steps. She looked both ways, made a right turn and began walking on the platform with the sound of the woman's heels clicking behind us. Misty made a sharp left and stopped. She placed her front paws onto the first step and stopped, waiting for me to tell her that it was alright to climb the steps. I gave her the "OK" and we made our way up the steps, through the turnstiles, and out to the street. The woman commented how amazing the two of us were and asked if we needed any more help. I told her no, that we would be alright and thanked her for looking after us as we parted ways. The smells and sounds of the city hit me like a brick wall as we began our trip up sixteenth street in the City of Brotherly Love. The sound of honking cars, jack hammers digging up another hole in the street, and the voices of people of different nationalities filled my senses as Misty weaved her way through the crowded sidewalk. Every once in a while, I would hear the surprised voices of people gasp as Mistty nosed her way between them, making room for the both of us to walk. I had to laugh at myself at the comments and hoped that we didn't send anyone into a heart arrhythmia. We crossed the lights at Walnut, Sansum, and Chestnut Streets, receiving hellos and of course some wise cracks from the usual douchebags that seem to always think that they are funny by barking at Misty. It didn't bother her, she didn't give a fuck; not unless they were stupid enough to try to block our route by standing in front of us. I only heard Misty give a very low growl one time while she was working, at a dick that thought he was being funny. To tell you the truth, I wouldn't have wanted to be on the receiving end of Misty's pearly whites. Silver Pt. 05 After crossing the light at Chestnut Street, we made a left and began the home stretch to Eighteenth Street. After crossing, I asked a person who was standing there, if they could let me know how far down it was to the building that I was looking for. As luck would have it, the policewoman to whom I was speaking, told us to follow her, telling me when to turn as we approached the store. I thanked the officer and told Misty to find the door. As we walked to the door, I heard the sound of it revolving. Fuck, a fricking revolving door, I thought. It wasn't one of Misty's strongest points, but as we got close to the entrance, the police officer told us when it was clear to go, and we did, entering the prestigious store where I planned to purchase my first, and hopefully last, fitted suit. As Misty and I entered the huge lobby, a whiney voice began to approach. "Sir, sir..." I stopped, knowing that he was following us as we continued to walk. I stopped and heard the man say, "Sir, you can't have that dog in here." "Sure I can," I smiled, "She has the credit card." "Sir, that dog is not allowed in this store," the effeminate voice stated. "James," I began. "Robert," he said in an insulted voice. "Robert, this dog is certainly allowed in this store and any other store or public building." "Sir, I am going to have to aske you to leave the premises immediately," he demanded. "Mr. Robert, this is a guide dog, and you can not do any such thing," I politely said. "Sir, I insist, you must leave right now," he replied. "Robert, my friend, you are making a huge mistake and if you, your store, and your company want to be slapped with a fifty thousand dollar fine, I strongly suggest that you stop your whining and show us to the men's department." "Security, security," Robert yelled in a tantrum. I heard the sound of a security radio approaching as Misty laid calmly at my feet. The guard told me that I would have to leave the store after Robert discussed the issue that apparently was bunching his panties. "Sir, I'm going to have to escort you from the building," he apologetically stated. I pulled out the card that I carried in my wallet, stating that it was a federal and state law that a blind person and their guide dog were not to be denied access to any public building."Robert, you are asking for trouble," the security guard stated. "Robert apparently pointed to the exit as the security guard gasped and asked me to follow him. "Call the police if you want me out of here," I said as I stood firmly with Misty still lying at my feet. "Robert, I'm trying to save you from getting yourself in a whole lot of shit." "Call 911," Robert said in anger. "There won't be any need to do that sir," a female voice said in a firm, aggrivated voice as it approached behind us. "Officer, this man and this mutt refuse to leave the store," Robert said with a smile. "That's because he's not leaving," the female officer stated. "Get your manager's ass down here right now," she ordered the security officer. In minutes the manager of the store was standing before me, apologizing profusely and offering her personal assistance as my female police angel explained the circumstances that the store now faced. I accepted the straight laced manager's offer and asked her to lead the way to the men's department. I thanked the female officer once again and before we parted, she gave me her number and told me to have her paged when I was finished my shopping. I thanked her once again and parted with the manager, telling Misty to follow. She led us to an elevator and as we entered, she pushed the button to the men's department. "Your dog is beautiful," she said in a pleasant voice. The change in her personality was instant as the elevator doors closed. "thank you, uh..." "Stacey," she answered. "Thank you, Stacey," I said. "What brings you to our store today?" she asked. "Well, I decided that I need to have a personally fitted suit," I said, explaining that I had a wedding to attend with a beautiful woman. "Lucky woman," she said. "Every man should have a personally fitted suit at some point in his life and I'll be more than happy to have you looking your absolute best," she smiled, as her hand rested on my shoulder. I could smell her perfume and the slight hint of cigarette on her breath as she continued to ask me questions about colors, styles, etc. I began to sweat as her flirtacious voice continued talking and her hand slid down to the back of my arm. The elevator came to a stop and as the doors opened, Stacey asked me to follow her. Her heels clicked on the marble floors of the store as she walked confidently in front of me. Misty was right on her tail as we followed her to the men's private collection. "Hello, Mrs. Evans," I heard a man's voice say. "How can I help you?" "I am personally handling this man's need for a suit," she said, "So I won't be needing you, David." "Please come this way, sir," she stated. "You can call me, Mike," I replied as we followed her back to the fitting room. "OK, Mike, let's get started by measuring you. do you have an idea of your jacket size?" "Thirty-eight regular," I answered, "but that was ten years ago and I've lost some weight since then." "Excuse me, Stacey, but do you have a chair available in this room?" I asked. "Sure, let me bring it over to you," she flustered. "No, please; I just want to place Misty out of our way," I explained. Stacey guided me to the chair and I quickly had Misty lying underneath of it, giving her the command to rest. I took Stacey's hand and she led me back to where I was ready to get measured. "Your dog is unbelievable," Stacey began, "She is lying there with her head between her outstretched legs, not taking her eyes off of you." I was always proud to hear compliments about my Misty-girl. She was a great dog and it never took people long to fall in love with her, except for poor Robert, who was probably going to get his ass chewed out later, and not the way that he may have wanted! Stacey started at my neck, working to the center of my back and measuring down to my wrist next and marking the numbers down. she told me to relax as she wrapped the cloth tape measure around my waist. "Thirty-one waist," she said to herself before kneeling on the floor and measuring my inseem. I was wearing a nice pair of Dockers but wore sneakers because I was going to be doing a lot of walking through the city. She reached the tape up into my crotch and hesitated as her hand brushed against my cock which I was desperately trying to keep under control in my pants. There was a fifty- fifty chance that she would choose the side that it was hanging and as misfortune would have it, she picked the side where my good old boy was beginning to grow. What can I say, when a woman's hand is reaching between your legs, there's a pretty damn good chance that this is going to happen. "Oh my..." I heard her whisper as she stretched the tape down my leg to the top of my sneak. "You're not going to be wearing these to the wedding, are you?" Stacey laughed. "No, I'm sorry, I wore them because I have a lot of walking to do today," I answered with a laugh. Stacey asked me if I had any particular color suit in mind as she took some more measurements around my body. "Whatever looks best to you," I replied. "I'll trust your judgement with that," I smiled. "Do you have a price range in mind?" she asked next. "Oh, I don't know... This is the first, and most likely last, high end suit that I will ever purchase," I said in an embarrassed tone. "Well, we have suits that range from five hundred to nine thousand dollars," she explained as if we were sitting down and talking over a cup of coffee. I coughed out loud and placed my hand on my chest. "Say that again," I said in a squeaky voice as if she had grabbed my balls and gave them a good squeeze. "Well, I think that I'll skip the nine thousand dollar one; I don't want to stand out in the crowd," I sarcastically said. "Mike, you'll be standing out in the five hundred dollar one," she said with a smile. don't worry, I'll fix you up with the price since Robert put you through such a hassle already." "Don't be too hard on him," I said, "He was probably worried that Misty would get hair on his lizard shoes." "You mean alligator shoes?" she laughed. "Yeah, I guess... Aligator, lizard, snake skin; they're all the same to me," I laughed. "Actually, they're not," she said as she backed me into the chair and lifted her foot onto my crotch. "Here, give me your hand and I'll show you," she said. I was dumbfounded as I sat there with a woman's shoe pressing into my lap. She took my hands and placed them on her calves. I felt the silky stockings that graced Stacey's toned leg. She slid them down to a pair of soft, high heel shoes and said, "These my handsome friend, are snakeskin pumps; they'll set you back around seven hundred and fifty dollars in case you're interested." As she leaned down, guiding my hand to her shoes, the heel pressed onto my cock. She moved it around the slightest bit and seductively said, "Feel how soft they are?" "Very nice," I stammered. I wasn't going to do this, especially when this pretentious bitch was playing with me, but more than that, I was in love with my Marlene. I wasn't getting myself into any trouble and I was wishing that Marlene was here with me. "They're very nice Stacey, but can you help finalize my choice for a suit? I'm meeting my beautiful girlfriend for lunch." "Sure Mike, we can...finish up," she teasingly said. "Does your...um, girlfriend work here in the city?" "Yes, she works at a law firm on Market Street," I said with a proud smile. "Oh, that's nice... What is she, a secretary or something?" As I stood up from the chair and looked at her, I simply said, "No, she's a partner in the firm." "Oh, I see," Stacey said, changing the tone of her voice. "Maybe I'll send her in for a couple pair of those shoes that you so elequently showed me," I sarcastically stated. "Yes, that would be nice," she responded in a smug tone. "Well then, let's get you fixed up so you can be on your way." She called David from the floor to assist her in choosing a proper suit and after fourty-five minutes of finding the right style, color, and discounted price for the suit, shirt, tie, and yes, snakeskin belt, Misty and I were escorted down to the front door where we met the female police officer. Stacey surprisingly slipped her card into the pocket of my dockers, telling me that her personal number was on it if I needed any more help. I shook her hand, and thanked her for her help and for the generous discount that she provided me, saying that I would see her next week when I returned to pick up my suit. "Wow, what did you do to her?" the officer asked as we stood outside of the building. "I don't know, officer; I just told her how it was," I chuckled. I took the business card from my pocket, handed it to the officer, and asked her if she could throw it in the trash for me. She laughed, saying, "Mike, you don't put up with that high society lifestyle, do you? And please call me, Judy." "Nope, I hate that shit, Judy," I stated, "I just needed a real nice suit for the love of my life." I told officer Judy that I was headed to Sixteenth and Market and she said that she would accompany me. I also asked her if there was a flower shop along the way. She pulled out her radio and told her dispatch where she was heading as we began the three block walk. We stopped into a flower shop after turning the corner at Sixteenth Street, where I purchased a dozen red longstemmed roses. Judy walked behind Misty and me as we weaved our way between people, crossed streets and stepped onto the sixteen hundred block of Market Street. I told her the number of the building that I was looking for, and she guided us inside, leading us to the elevator and stepped in with us. "That dog of yours is unbelievable," she said, after asking me what floor I was going to. "You should have seen those people stepping out of the way as you walked up the street." "Are you sure it wasn't because you were walking behind us?" I asked. "Oh no, honey, they weren't looking at me; they saw that black dog and jumped out of the way," she laughed. "Her name is Misty," I said to Judy. "Well, Misty here, is the shit," she laughed. As the elevator stopped at the eighteenth floor, I thanked Judy for her help and kindness, telling her that I would be back in the city next week. "It was a pleasure, Mr. Mike, and if you ever need anything, you let me know," she said with a smile. She handed me a card and told me that it had her name and precinct number on it. I thanked her again, stepped from the elevator and onto the floor of "Hartgrove, Cassidy, and O'Niel." I could hear the sound of the busy phone ringing directly in front of me, so I told Misty to go forward. We took about ten steps before Misty stopped in front of a desk, where I heard a pleasant female voice answering each call, "Hartgrove, Cassidy, and O'Niel; how may I direct your call? One moment please..." I stood in front of the desk with a box filled with a dozen red roses in my hand, waiting for the woman to greet me. The female voice finally said, "Can I help you sir?" "Hi, Marlene Cassidy please," I answered. "I believe that she's busy, may I ask you if you have an appointment?" Misty shook her body and the sound of her leash rang out loud. "Can you please tell her that Michael is here to see her?" I asked. "Oh," the woman said as she stood up and looked over her desk. "Oh, oh, Michael... her Michael," she said in a surprised voice. She came around the desk and hugged me. "Hi Michael, I'm Margie. Oh, she is going to be so surprised. And this must be the imfamous Misty!" "Hi Margie, I've heard a lot about you," I said as I stood there blushing before her. "And yes, this is Misty." "I know that I'm not supposed to, but can I give her a scratch on the head?" "Sure, let me sit her down first, then you can say hello to her." Misty sat and wagged her tail as Margie knelt down and scratched her face. "You are so precious," she said in a sweet voice. She raised up and ran around to her phone, saying, "Oh, she is going to be so, so happy to see you." Margie picked up the phone and tapped a couple of numbers. "Mrs. Cassidy, there is an incredibly handsome man and a gorgeous dog here to see you." I think the door to Marlene's office opened before Margie hung the phone up. "Oh my god, what are you doing here, Michael?" She ran into my arms, squishing the box against my chest and hugged me tightly. "What are you doing here?" she asked. "Well, I had some errands to run in the city, so I thought that I would stop in and see if you were available for lunch," I said with a smile. "What kind of errands?" she asked in a high pitched, surprised voice. "I had to pick up roses for my girlfriend, so I thought what place better than Philadelphia," I grinned, pulling the long box from between us and handing it to her. She placed the box on Margie's desk and opened it. "Oh my God, Michael, they're gorgeous," she said, holding her hand to her mouth. "Margie, can you help me grab a vase and some water?" Margie was one step ahead of her as she took the roses, unwrapped them from the tissue paper,, and began snipping the ends before handing them to Marlene to place them one at a time in the vase. "Michael, these are going to look beautiful on my desk," she exclaimed as she continued to fill the vase. After adjusting the last one, she turned to me and with tears beginning to run down her face, said, "Michael, they are absolutely gorgeous." She took my face into her hands and kissed me softly. "How did you get here?" "We took a taxi to the train station, hopped off at Sixteenth and Locust Street, and walked up to your building," I calmly said, not telling her about our little detour to the store. "You said that you had errands to run though." "I did; I stopped and picked up flowers!" I grinned. "I know by that face, Michael... You're up to something," she giggled. "Margie, look at this face... Don't you think that he's up to no good?" she asked her beautiful assistant. "Yeah, he kind of has that sheepish look about him," she mused. I held my hand up in innocence. "C'mon Handsome, I want to introduce you to some people," she excitedly said. I held onto Misty's leash as Marlene took my other hand into hers and we walked down a hallway. She stopped and knocked on a door before peeking her head inside and asked, "Do you have a minute?" She opened the door the rest of the way and we stepped inside an office. "Ed, I want to introduce you to my Michael. Michael, this is one of the firm's original founders, Ed O'Niel." I heard a very deep voice say, "Oh my," before coming around to greet me. "Michael, Ed O'Niel; it's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard so much about you." The voice towered over me. He had to stand well over six foot I thought. "It's very nice to meet you, Mr. O'Niel," I said as I shook the man's hand. It encumbered my own as we firmly shook hands. "Call me Ed," Mr. O'Niel said "Please, Mr. O'Niel, I wasn't raised that way," I said as the large man kept a firm hold on my hand. "Ed," Marlene interjected, "Don't waste your breath; he's not going to call you by your first name. It didn't work with mom either," she laughed. "OK, but I wish that you would call me Ed," he said in a booming voice. "And this must be Misty," he boasted. "May I say hello to her?" I sat Misty down as her tail wagged wildly as Mr. O'Niel knelt on the floor and gave Misty a good old fashioned scratch. "What a beautiful pup you are," he said to Misty in a higher pitched voice. Misty sat proudly in front of him, sucking in all of the attention that she could muster. Marlene laughed at the sight and asked him to stay there while she ran and grabbed her smart phone for a picture. She was back in a flash and took pictures of Misty and Mr. O'Niel as they stared at each other. "What's all of the commotion about?" a female voice asked. "Janet, we were just going to visit you next," Marlene said in an estatic voice. "This is my Michael, and Misty is the one entertaining Ed on the floor. Michael, this is Janet Hartgrove." "Hello, Mrs. Hartgrove," I said as I held my hand out. "Hi Michael, nice to meet you. Call me..." she began before being interupted by Marlene. "Don't bother Janet; he's not going to call you by your first name," she said with a big smile to her voice. "Don't feel bad, it didn't work for Ed, or my mom either," she laughed. I shook hands with Mrs. Hartgrove, telling her that it was a pleasure to meet her. Her hand was small, but a bit on the plump side; not thin like Marlene's. We stood and talked for awhile; Marlene explaining that Mrs. Hartgrove was the other founder of the law firm. "Both Ed and Janet graduated with my dad from the University of Penn," she said. "They all decided to start the firm after they and my dad met at a convention," she continued. "And well, when dad died, they created the firm, and held the Cassidy name for me hoping that I would follow in my father's footsteps. They saved my life," she tearfully said. "Oh Marlene, Sweetheart," Mrs. Hartgrove said, "You were the one who worked so hard to become the successful woman that you are today. We just gave you a little guidance." "That's right, Marlene, you are the bright one, and the future of the firm," Mr. O'Niel stated from the fllor. "Janet and I aren't getting any younger," he said. "Speak for yourself, Ed," Mrs. Hartgrove laughed. Marlene took a few more pictures of me and Mrs. Hartgrove, with Misty and Mr. O'Niel on the floor in front of us. "Oh my god, that is a great picture," she exclaimed. "I'm going to get this framed for all of us!" Silver Pt. 05 Marlene finally managed to detach Ed from Misty,and told her two partners that she and I were going to grab a bite for lunch. I said my goodbyes, shaking hands once again with Mr. O'Niel and Mrs. Hartgrove before leaving the office with Marlene. She stopped in her office and grabbed her purse before walking us out to Margie's desk. "Oh Dianne!" Marlene said, "This is my Michael," she said as we approached the front lobby. "Michael, this is Dianne, one of my paralegals." "Hi Dianne," I said with a smile as I held out my hand. She grasped my hand and pulled me in for a hug. She was built like a brick shithouse; tall, lean, with large breast that pressed hard into me. "Hey Handsome," she said in a cheerful voice as she continued to hug and rock me in her arms. "Wow, you are everything that Marlene claimed," she stated as she took a step back and ran her long nails along my cheek. My face almost turned purple from embarrassment and the girls laughed. "Don't worry, Michael," Marlene began, "She won't bite you." "I just might when we get you out on that dance floor," Dianne purred. My face couldn't have gotten any more red as I stood in front of the three beautiful women. "Oh my God, look at his poor face," Margie giggled. "Alright you two," Marlene said, "I'm going to save my baby before you kill him," she laughed. "I'll be back in an hour or hour and a half," she continued as she led me and Misty to the elevator. "Call us if you need any help," Dianne yelled before the door closed. Marlene took me in her arms and laid a long, passionate kiss on me as the elevator began it's descent. "Oh my god, I love you, Michael," she said as she plunged her tongue seductively in my mouth. "Mmm, you are so handsome." I was truly hoping that the elevator would get stuck as our tongues danced together. "Marlene, you are so beautiful; I couldn't wait to see you," I said, cupping her face into my hands. "I wanted to surprise you, but didn't want to disturb your busy day." "Handsome, you always find a way to surprise me, and you'll never disturb my day," she moaned as she traced her tongue around my lips. she reached down quickly and laughed at the hard on that was raging in my pants as the elevator came to a slow stop. "You are too much," she giggled. "Marlene, are you kidding me? Between you and the other two up there in the lobby; it was like I was in the Playboy mansion," I gasped. "I thought that Dianne was going to swallow me up right there." "Dianne is very touchy-feely," Marlene said as we exited the elevator. "I do have to warn you, they are going to tear you up on the dance floor!" she laughed. We decided to grab chinese food for lunch, so Marlene took my arm and led us to her favorite place. As we entered, the hostess greeted Marlene, telling her that it was so nice to see her. Marlene introduced me to the young girl as she sat us at our table. I tucked Misty under my chair and in seconds, she was fast asleep on her paws. Marlene and I had a wonderful lunch as we talked and laughed about the girls and the way that Misty had Mr. O'Niel on the floor. "Michael, you should have seen his face," she said. "He looked like a little kid!" "He's a bigt guy," I said with a mouth full of Grandfather chicken. "Yeah, he is. he played football with my dad in high school and went on to play at Penn during college." "He went to high school with your dad?" I asked in surprise. "yes, that's where they first met and became life long friends." We talked for a bit more before I told her that I had better let her get back to work. "I'm taking you home, Handsome," she blurted out, grabbing the bill as the waitress placed it on the table. "No you're not, and give me that," I said, surprised at her quickness at swiping up the bill. "Yes I am, and no, I'm paying," she rebutted with a giggle. "Marlene, you don't... You can't..." I started to say. "I can, and I am," she said in her teasing voice, reaching across the table and pinching my cheek. I knew that I lost this one and she wasn't taking no for an answer. she pulled her card from her purse and gave it to the waitress. "OK, I guess so..." I gasped in frustration. She leaned across the table, pinched my cheek once again, gave me a kiss, and said, "Paybacks!" "Real funny, beautiful," I laughed. We walked to the parking garage after exiting the restaurant and climbed into Marlene's SUV. In fifteen minutes, we were crossing the Ben Franklin bridge into New Jersey and on our way home. We spoke throughout the ride, with Marlene questioning me more and more for the reason that I was in the city that day. I fended off her questions with vague answers and bits of sarcasm. Soon, we were turning onto the main street of our little town and minutes later pulling into my driveway. I retrieved Misty from the back of the SUV and walked up the sidewalk and into the house. Misty ran for the back door after I released her from her leash. "Looks like someone really has to go," I laughed as I opened the door for poor Misty. Marlene strolled behind me and grabbed me around my waist. "You made me so happy, Michael. To think that you thought enough of me to come into the city and bring me to lunch means so much. You and Misty were a big hit with everyone," she whispered in my ear from behind. "Everybody loves you, Michael... Everybody is attracted to you; there is just something..." she whispered before I felt her tongue slip into my ear. I pressed my head against her soft lips and wiggled my ass into her skirt, letting out a low moan. "Handsome?" she seductively moaned. "Huh?" "Can you give me a quickie before I have to leave?" she breathed heavily as her hands dropped to my hard, pulsing cock. "Now?" I asked. "Uh huh, right now..." "Here in the dining room?" "No, I want to bend over the bed again like I did the other night," she seductively moaned. "I'll be waiting for you in the bedroom," she whispered as she tugged at my earlobe with her teeth. "Hopefully, Misty won't be long," she teased as she released me and with deliberate clicks of her heels on the hardwood floors, made her way to the bedroom. I opened the door and called for Misty. Minutes later, she raced up the steps and ran into the kitchen. I gave her a bone to keep her out of our hair and she ran off to the spare bedroom. I almost ran to my bedroom, pulling my shirt off along the way. I stepped into the room and heard Marlene whimpering as she leaned over the bed. I walked behind her and was greeted with her legs spread and her bare ass gyrating slowly. I placed my hands on the smooth skin of her thighs and ran them up to her pussy. Her fingers were already busy sliding in and out of her dripping hole. I held onto her hand as it glided slowly into her depth. Removing my pants and bending over to pull them from my feet, I felt the beautiful high heels that Marlene was wearing. My cock lurched as my hand ran across the soft leather. I worked my way up her leg with soft kisses and light bites behind her knees. Marlene moaned louder and begged me to fill her. I asked her to slide back a little from the bed so I could run my cock along her pussy. As my cockhead met her fingers that were busy rubbing her clit, she took hold of it and placed it at her opening. "Slide it in, Michael," she moaned as her hand rubbed the head around her opening. I slowly pushed forward and my cock quickly disappeared into Marlene's warm pussy. It slid deeper as her silky walls clamped around it's length. Marlene let out a long moan as I continued to sink deeper into her. "Oh Michael, that feels so good...so good...yes..." I withdrew my shaft to the head and gave a few short strokes at Marlene's entrance before easing it's full length inside until my pelvis pressed into her spread cheeks. "Oh God yes...yes...oh God," she whimpered as she pressed her ass into me. I placed my hands on her hips and found that she never removed her skirt. It was flipped up over her back, covering the beautiful silk blouse that she had worn. "Fuck me, Michael," she began to plead. "Please... Tell me that you love me, please tell me..." "Marlene, I love you more than words can say," I whispered as I reached over her back and caressed her hair. "I love you more and more every day, my beautiful, beautiful, baby." "Promise me that we'll always be together, promise me that we will always be together...together," she cried. "Sweetheart, you are my only thought through my days," I whispered again. "I have finally found my true, true love." "Michael, fuck me slow the way that you did the first night that we met; when you told me about love and feeling each other's presence," she whispered in a dreamy state. "I want to feel every bit of you." I slowly withdrew my cock and lovingly returned it into it's deepest point. Marlene whimpered and moaned with my every soft thrust. "Can you feel me, Sweetheart?" I whispered. "Yes, Love, I can feel every single part of you," she trembled. "I can...feel...every...thing..." I softly caressed Marlene's ass as I continued my slow rhythm in and out of her pussy. "Michael, I'm going to come," she moaned, pushing back into me and holding herself still. I pressed into her and held my cock deep inside of her until I felt her legs begin to shake beneath her. "yes, Michael, I'm coming," she whimpered, holding her ass tight into me. "Yes, yes, I'm coming," she softly moaned. Her body stiffened and she gasped out a long breath before her legs buckled and she fell limp into the bed. My cock fell from her as she collapsed onto the mattress. "Michael, that was so beautiful, so, so beautiful." I massaged her legs and ass as she laid silently, gathering herself as her orgasm subsided. "You are so beautiful," I said again in a soft, comforting voice. I crawled onto the bed and stroked her face, sliding my hand back and running my fingers through her hair. "Are you OK, Gorgeous?" "Yes, I'm more than OK, she barely said. She kissed my fingers as they grazed across her lips. "You didn't come," she faintly whispered. "I don't need to come, Sweetheart. Just giving you pleasure and making you happy is enough for me," I told her as she laid still, almost in a trance. "You can, um, pay me back later," I grinned. I felt Marlene's smile grow across her face before she lifted her head from the bed. "I'm so glad that i stalked you," she said, pressing herself up from the bed and snuggling into me. "I'm glad that you stalked me too," I grinned. "Your clothes are going to be wrinkled," I said as I kissed her pouty lips. "It'll give the girls something to talk about when I get back to work," she giggled. "I have to get back soon; I have a lot of work to catch up on." We dragged ourselves from the bed and Marlene straightened out her skirt and blouse. "Hmm, yes, they'll be hounding me all day," she laughed as she pressed down on her skirt. My cock strained against my stomach as I bent over to retrieve my pants. As I stood up, Marlene took it in her hand and as she stroked it, told me that she would certainly pay me back later that week. I kissed her and thanked her profusely for bringing Misty and me home. She gave me one last passionate kiss before walking out the front door and returning to work. ********** ********** The weeks passed by and Marlene "paid me back" time and time again! I did go back into the city the following week to pick up my suit. I opted to leave poor Misty home, using my sister, Rose as my guide dog instead! I couldn't wait to wear it in front of Marlene after trying it on and having some minor alterations done to it. They were right, every man should purchase a personally tailored suit at some point in his life. Rose couldn't believe what a difference it made, but she said that the snakeskin belt had to go. She knew that it just wasn't my style. I wanted so badly to visit Marlene at her office, but she would really question me if I appeared twice in one week. I did run into officer Judy though. Rose and I were walking towards Eighteenth Street, when I heard a whistle and, "Hey there stud" from behind us. Judy laughed as I stopped and turned. "How did you know that I was talking to you, Mike?" she laughed. "Is this your girlfriend?" "No, this is my younger sister, Rose," I said. "Rose, this is officer Judy." "Just Judy," the pleasant police woman said, as she held out her hand to greet my sister. We exchanged pleasantries while walking toward the clothing store, and parted ways as rose and I entered. "Say hi to Robert for me," Judy laughed as she walked away. "Who is robert?" Rose asked. "I'll tell you later... It's a long story," I laughed, wondering if whiney Robert still had a job. ********** ********** Marlene and I decided to meet my daughter Monica for lunch in the town where she attended Grad School. As Marlene and I waited at an outside cafe, a silver SUV pulled up and parked close to us. A four foot, ten inch tiny bit of a thing jumped from the vehicle. "Hi daddy!" Monica yelled as she slammed the door behind her. "Oh my God, Michael, she is beautiful," Marlene whispered under her breath. "I can't believe that she drives that thing." I stood and gave my sweet Monica a big hug, leaning down and kissing her cheek afterwards. "Monica, Sweetheart, this is my Marlene; Marlene, this is my precious daughter, Monica," I said with great pride. Marlene stood, shook Monica's hand, and then gave her a hug. "It is so nice to finally meet you," Marlene said. "Your dad always talks about you." "Dad..." Monica said in an embarrassed voice. We sat in the late August sun, ordered our food, and chatted about anything and everything. Monica explained to Marlene that she was working on her Masters Degree in social work, also telling her about the internship that she was about to begin. Marlene was fixed on her every word as Monica told her that she would be doing her internship at an eating disorder facility, and would be working with teens and young adults. She asked Marlene about her job and Marlene told her that she was a lawyer, but not revealing that she was a partner in the firm. She told Monica that the firm mostly handled commercial real estate in the city, whether it dealt with purchases, sales of property, or the legal aspects of a business. She also revealed that she did pro bono work for victims of spousal abuse, which came to a surprise, since she had never mentioned it to me. The two of them discussed the physical and emotional toll that it takes, not only on the victim, but also on their family. I sat back and took it all in, realizing at that moment, how mature my daughter had become and how very much she had learned. Then of course, the subject changed to shoes. the conversation heightened as the two of them discussed styles, brands, stores, and websites. The waitress came to our table and asked if we needed anything else. "Another table for me," I joked. "Daddy, Michael," simultaniously came from the girl's mouths. As I sat there, chastised by the both of them, I asked the waitress for another diet Coke. We sat for another hour as they continued to talk, before Monica suggested that she show us around the quaint downtown district. We lazily walked along, stopping in several stores, making several purchases which of course was either clothes or makeup. As the day drew to a close, it was time for Monica to get ready for work, so we said our goodbyes, gave hugs, kisses, and "I love you's" before getting into Marlene's Mustang and leaving for our hour and a half drive home. Marlene couldn't get enough of my daughter and spoke of her the whole way home. I was glowing, sitting proud in the passenger seat as Marlene went on about how beautiful, intelligent, and sweet my daughter was. "Michael, she looks just like you," she said. "Marlene, don't insult her like that," I laughed. "Actually, she really resembles your sister Rose," she mentioned. "She is so petite, but mighty in stature. She is a lovely young woman." "Young woman... My baby, a young woman," I whispered. Marlene looked at my face and took my hand into hers. "Michael, it's OK; it's a fact of life, little girls grow into young women. You did an amazing job," she softly said as she gently rubbed my hand. "My job as a father will go on until my last day," I said as we soon reached the end of our trip. ******** ********** The next two weeks flew by and we found ourselves packing our bags into the SUV and heading to the hotel in Philadelphia for the following day's wedding. We made Marlene's mom's face brighten, when we dropped Misty off at her house for the weekend. "There's my precious baby," Mrs. Cassidy said in elation. "Are you going to stay with your grandmom for the weekend, little girl?" "Grandmom? Really Mom?" Marlene laughed. "Yes, she's my grand dog," her mom retorted as she fussed over Misty. "Mom, call us if you need anything, or if she is too much for you," I said as I filled Misty's water bowl. "She eats around five o'clock for dinner, and whenever you get up in the morning, OK?" "Yes, Michael, I have it all written down and taped to the refrigerator," she said in a reassuring voice. "Ready Handsome?" Marlene asked. We said our goodbyes to Marlene's mom and Misty, jumped into the SUV and off we went. In forty-five minutes, we pulled in front of the beautiful Philadelphia hotel. The bell hop greeted us and unloaded our bags onto a cart, guided us inside and showed us to the reservation desk. After taking our key from the receptionist, the bell hop showed us to our room on the fourteenth floor. He arranged our clothes, hanging my suit and Marlene's dress in the overly spacious closet. He explained all that the hotel had to offer and told us if we needed anything else, to page him and he would be there to help us. I gave him a tip as he excused himself. The wedding wasn't until the following day, so we had a lot of time to relax and visit some of the sights and night life that the city had to offer. The next day would be a busy day for us. Marlene was getting her hair and nails done at noon, and the wedding was at five, followed by the reception at six. "Michael, this room is beautiful... Come, look at this," she said as she pulled me to the soft luxurious bed. "We'll give it a test drive later," she giggled as she pushed me onto it and slithered on top of me. "Michael, I am so excited! I can't believe that we're lying here together in a beautiful hotel. I never, never dreamed..." she tearfully whispered as she ran her delicate fingers across my face. "All because of you..." We laid together, talking and laughing about the many situations that led to this moment. I loved to feel Marlene lying on me. She was my security blanket, and I was safe when her body covered me. As our tender kisses magically danced across our faces, ears, necks, and shoulders, time suspended as our two hearts became one, and never would they part. We made love, two bodies entangled in a graceful ballet, which told the beautiful story of two lost souls who were mysteriously brought together. We rolled and twisted in a synchronized dance with our moans and whimpers playing out the orchestral music. An exquisite performance of Tender, soft love; the two bodies speaking while their voices remained silent. Their emotions reaching for unknown depths as the strings of the orchestra progressed to their peak, straining to their breaking point, before the base drums and piano dramatically thundered out the climactic ending to the ballet, holding the last chord before the two dancers melted into each other, and collapsed onto the silent stage. "Michael, could you feel that?" "Yes, beautiful, I felt it..." "What was it?" she cried. "Two hearts becoming one," I whispered softly in her ear. Silver Pt. 06 ****************************** *** If you are under the age of 18 or are not of legal age in your jurisdiction, please exit this story immediately *** This story is for adults only and contains content that is sexual in nature. This is part 06 in the "Silver" series. I had intended this to be the final chapter, but there was no possible way to close it out with all that was going on in Michael and Marlene's lives! I also had to break this chapter into two separate portions, so this Part is Pt. 06, with Pt. 07 immediately following. It would have been over 15 pages as one story, and I felt it to be too long for a person to read all at once. So C_F, you get a reprieve, my friend, this is not the last chapter! Once again, my deepest apologies for my pho pas in chapter 05. Duh... I welcome all of you to vote, comment, and leave suggestions with your thoughts on this story! Thanks to all of you for your votes, kind words, and yes, criticisms on the five previous parts! *** A very special thank you goes out to "WickedInside" for her editing skills and suggestions that made this story so much better! *** ****************************** As the season changed to autumn, Marlene and I couldn't have been any more in love. The leaves crunched under our feet during our walks in the late September night. I pictured Marlene looking as sexy as ever in her pink zip up hoody, tight jeans, and adorable Reeboks; the face of innocence complimented by her hair pulled back in a pony tail. "Michael, the moon is peeking over the tree line," she said as we walked arm in arm. "It looks like it will be full in a couple of nights." "Hmm, I may turn into a werewolf," I laughed, taking Marlene into my arms and playfully chewing on her neck. "Oh no, Mr. Werewolf, you're not going to eat me up, are you?" she asked in her best frightened tone. "I am," I responded, "but not before taking all of your clothes off, my dear," I growled. We laughed and teased each other as we continued our walk home. Misty looked up at the two of us as if we were insane, while walking by our sides. "I heard on the news that it's going to be a Blood Moon. Actually, it is going to be a Super Harvest Moon from what I understand." "A what moon?" she asked. "A Blood Moon. It has something to do with a Total Lunar Eclipse. When the Earth casts its shadow on the Full Moon and eclipses it, the moon sometimes gets a red glow to it. This time though, the moon will be at it's closest point to earth, which will make it a Super Moon, and since it is at the end of September, it will also be considered a Harvest Moon! It only happens every eighteen, or fifty-one years, or something like that." "Michael, how do you know all of this stuff? How do you remember everything?" "I'm just brilliant!" I joked. "You are brilliant; you just don't give yourself the credit. Anyway, that Blood Moon thing sounds kind of creepy," she replied with a shiver. "Actually, it has some kind of religious apocalyptic origin," I explained, not knowing much more than it having to do with the last of four consecutive full moons or something like that. "Well, maybe we'll celebrate the Super Harvest Blood Moon or whatever it's called, but have a... How should I put this... happyier ending," Marlene seductively said. "Sounds good to me!" I laughed. "Oh, before I forget, Handsome, the girls have been hounding me about going out and dancing!" "Oh god, Marlene, I'm still trying to recover from the wedding," I laughed. "When do they want to go?" "Next Friday," Marlene answered. "Michael, I have to warn you, you may not be walking for a week after the two of them get done with you!" "Why me? Why can't they pick up a guy at the club?" I asked with a groan. "They don't trust guys." "Marlene, I'm a guy." "You're a different type of guy; you're special," she whispered as she cupped my face in her cool hand. "They trust you." "Great..." I sighed. We walked back to her house, stopping inside for a minute to check in on her mom. "Hi Mom," I said to Mrs. Cassidy as we entered the house. "Hi Michael, how are you? And how is my precious baby?" she asked in a high pitched voice. "Mom, Misty's in her harness," Marlene whispered. "Oh, I'm sorry, Michael, I didn't realize that she was working tonight," Marlene's mom apologetically replied. "It's OK, Mom; I'll take it off so you can talk to her," I said as I bent over and removed Misty's harness. Misty raced over to Mrs. Cassidy, slapping her tail against the side of the sofa. "Hi, baby-girl, how is my precious puppy?" I could hear Misty licking her face before the usual sound of the thump of her dropping onto the floor and raising her belly high into the air. "Oh, you are such a beautiful girl," Marlene's mom excitedly said as she leaned over and scratched the black Lab's soft belly. "I swear, I'm coming back as a dog in my next life," I laughed, listening to the constant pampering that was given to beautiful Misty. "I'm coming back as Misty," Marlene sighed. "You get your belly rubbed enough just being you," I responded. "Michael, shhh...stop," Marlene giggled. We only stayed for a few minutes before I called Misty over and saddled her back up for the walk home. "I still can't get over how her face changes when you put on the harness," Marlene stated. "Make sure that you call me when you get home, OK?" "Yes Dear," I replied in a sarcastic voice. It was funny how Marlene still worried about me walking home even though I only lived a couple of blocks away. I said my goodbyes to Mrs. Cassidy and walked out the front door and out into the crisp September night. Marlene followed, grabbing me from behind, squeezing me tight and playfully biting me on the neck. "I'll be over for the Blood Moon, Mr. Werewolf," she breathed in my ear. "I'll wear something appropriate for the night!" Chills raced down my spine from her biting my ear, but even more with those words. "Mmm, I can't wait," I moaned. I turned and gave her a tender kiss before Misty and I started home. "I love you, Marlene." "I love you too, Michael. Don't forget to call me when you get home," Marlene said as I walked down the steps with Misty leading the way. It took us less than ten minutes to get home. We've made this trip countless times, and it was no different that night. I called my beautiful baby when I got home to let her know that we made it home safely. We talked for another half hour about more trivial things that happened during the day. It was funny how we could spend two hours together, walking, talking, and stopping for a kiss or two and could still talk on the phone for awhile after getting home. We were born to fall in love with each other. Sure as the sun rises in the east, the lunar eclipse occured two nights later. The crystal clear Sunday night made the air seem a bit cooler than usual. I heard Marlene's door close and in seconds she walked into my house. "Hey there, Handsome," she said with a big smile in her voice. "Hi there, Beautiful! How are you?" "Better now, I'm here," Marlene said as she walked into me with quick steps. I could tell that she was wearing heels by the clicking sound on the hardwood floors, but I never heard her walk in that short of a pace. "Mmm, I love you, Michael," she moaned as she squeezed me tightly. "I love you too my dear," I said in a mock growl. "Your pink zip up?" I asked while holding her in my arms. "Yep." She was standing taller than normal, maybe an inch or two higher than her usual height in heels. Reaching down, I took her ass in my hands. "Are these sweatpants?" I asked in surprise. "Yep, they're pink too," Marlene answered. "Is this what you were talking about the other night when you said something about wearing appropriate clothing for the night? And why are you wearing high heels with sweatpants?" I asked in surprise. "Yes, I'm wearing heels with sweatpants... Sexy isn't it?" she mused. "Yeah, I guess," I stammered. Marlene unzipped her sweatshirt and placed it on the arm of the sofa. She sat down and I heard her rustling with something. She stood and walked towards me; her heels clicking noticeably on the hardwood floor. "Is this better?" she asked, taking my hands and placing them on her sides. My hands felt the soft skin of her waist and the edge of a silky satin fabric. Marlene pulled my hands up towards her breast. The softness of the material was mind-numbing as it tightly encased her rib cage. Marlene guided my hands up to her breasts. "Oh my god, Marlene, this is beautiful," I whispered as my hands trembled while feeling the satin material which was pushing her breasts up. Marlene cupped her hands over mine and pressed them into her. Her tender flesh was pushing up from the edge of whatever she was wearing. "You like?" she asked with a smile in her voice. "How could I not," I said in a shaky voice. "It's gorgeous." "It's a bustier... This is what I was going to change into when we got back to our room after the reception. It's deep red. Kind of ironic, huh?" "Marlene, you have me speechless... It is the silkiest thing that I've ever felt and well, your tits... They're really, how can I say this? Pushed together and um, big..." "That's the purpose of a bustier, Handsome... Oh, I wish I had a camera right now so I could catch the look on your face!" she giggled. "But, there is more..." Marlene slowly guided my hands back down the satin fabric. The roughness of my skin would catch on the material every now and again as it slid down. I returned to the soft skin of her stomach and onto more satin. She was wearing panties tonight and not her usual thong. I brought my hands around to her beautiful ass. The feeling of the satin fabric as it curved over her butt was indescribable. No it wasn't; it was what the designers of the front fenders of a 1932 Ford Coupe had in mind when they created the car. The smooth paint replaced by the satin material, and the beautiful curves of the fender being replaced by the sensual curve of Marlene's ass as it extended smoothly out from the small of her back. The panties covered Marlene's ass, but came up high on her hips before dropping in between the valley of her creamy thighs. "They're the same deep red as the bustier," she said with a smile. "Marlene, you are seriously trying to kill me," I whispered, pulling her into me and brushing my lips across her mouth. "You're not done yet," she whispered back. I felt her smile widen before she reached down for my hands. She pushed them down along her thighs until I felt the top of the thigh high stockings that she was wearing. "Marlene, please..." I moaned. "Keep going, Handsome." I knelt down as my hands drifted over the silky stockings that covered her perfectly toned legs. My fingers graced the curve of her straining calves before they came to a halt when reaching the top of her heels. "Go ahead," she moaned. I dropped my hands over the soft leather, grabbing onto the slim heel and working down along it's length. I didn't think that it was ever going to stop as I continued my journey. When my hands finally reached the floor, I looked up at Marlene in amazement. "These have to be five inches," I whispered in the same shaky voice as before. "Six," she responded. "Deep red..." "Marlene, how...why? How can you be any more sexy than I already picture you? And why do you do this for me?" I stammered. "I do it because I love you more than any one person could ever say, and I love to watch your face because it says the things that words just can't," she said as she stepped back before kneeling down on the floor with me. She ran her fingers through my hair and raked them to the back of my head. She took two fists full of hair and pulled me in for a long, sensual kiss. "You my dear Michael, are the love of my life. You don't understand how you changed my life. I will love you until the good Lord takes me, and even after then," she tearfully said. "Marlene..." I began. "Michael, please, you don't need to say anything." "But..." I tried again. "But, we have a Blood Moon to celebrate don't we?" she whispered as she brushed her soft hand along my cheek. "How about you go and get naked on the bed for me?" Marlene raised up from the floor and stood tall in front of me. I groaned in an attempt to stand as my knees cracked beneath me. "Need help old man?" Marlene giggled as she grabbed onto my arm to help me up. "It seems that you said that to me once upon a time," I moaned as I straightened my stiff legs. "Yes, once upon a time..." she replied in a dreamy tone. Marlene led the way back to the bedroom as I wrapped my arms around her waist and followed her every step. I stripped out of my clothes after being led to the bed and crawled onto it. "On your stomach, Handsome," she said. "Time to pay you back for that unbelievable and unselfish love you showed me in the hotel." My cock was rock hard against my stomach as I laid down. I wiggled my ass in anticipation of what Marlene had planned. I heard the mattress creak as she slipped onto the bed and placed herself between my legs. She ran her hands up my calves and thighs, grabbing the warm cheeks of my ass. I let out a deep moan, listneing to her laugh at my bear-like growls. Marlene released her grip and repeated her way up my leg, this time leaving soft wet kisses along the way. She stopped and sucked the back of my knee between her full lips, sucking and massaging the tender area with her tongue. She playfully chewed and giggled as the chills raced up to the back of my throat. Marlene kissed her way up to the cheeks of my ass, lightely biting and kissing each one. And then it happened; she backed down to my calves and like a long, slender cat, pressed her satin covered breast onto my legs and seductively slid the silky smooth material up my body. I tensed and moaned out loud, "Jesus, Marlene, that is incredible... You feel so good... Please...don't...stop..." Her satin tits were resting at the nape of my neck as she eased the weight of her body onto me. Everything was soft, silky, and smooth. She raised up on her hands and swept her satin tits back and forth across my back. Marlene continued down until her tits were resting on my ass. Her breasts circled my cheeks in an erotic massage before she stretched back up to my shoulders. In one swift move, she straddled my ass and began to grind her satin panties onto my tailbone while rubbing my shoulders with her hands. "Marlene, please, that feels so good... Keep grinding into my ass, Sweetheart; I want to hear you come." Marlene ground harder into me and I could feel her fingers digging into my shoulders. I could tell that she was getting close to her first climax of the night. Her pace quickened and her breathing became more eratic as she reached her breaking point. I felt her stocking covered legs and the six inch heels clamp against my thighs as her long nails gripped my shoulders. She let out a final gasp as her satin covered pussy raced across the cheeks of my ass. She dropped onto me, shaking and breathing heavily as she continued to grind through her orgasm. "Michael, Michael... Oh God... Oh God, I can't stop... I can't stop coming." Her body continued sliding against me as she grabbed my hair and held it firmly while another orgasm ripped through her body. Within seconds, she fell limp and melted into me. Her breathing was heavy and her hands kept a tight hold of my hair. "Mi...hael, I was...the...one who was...supposed...to be pleasuring...you," she panted. "How...do you...keep...doing that...to...me?" "Just a gift, I guess," I said into the mattress. I felt Marlene's head drop into my back in equal parts frustration and amusement. She released my hair and slid her arms under me as she pressed tighter into my back. I could feel her long High-heeled shoes draped over the inside of my calves and her long legs bending out sideways at the knees. "You, you... Oh, you are so impossible sometimes!" she said after breaking out into a frustrated laugh. "What is it about you? How come I don't have any self control when I'm with you?" "It must be the curse of the Blood Moon!" I laughed into the bed. My body was shaking up and down as Marlene wrapped her hands around my neck and playfully shook it. "I'll give you a Blood Moon," she giggled. "You are simply incorrigible; do you know that?" "If I say yes, will you stop trying to strangle me?" I laughed as my body continued to shake. "Ooooh, you... Turn your ass over; I'm going to play with you until you come if it's the last thing that I do!" "What's the matter, Sweetheart, are you mad because you came first," I asked, laughing as I began to turn over. "Ooohhh, Michael, you're in for it now, buddy boy," she giggled while trying to keep a serious tone to her voice. "Go ahead, keep grinning, Handsome, because you won't be doing that for long..." Marlene was correct with her prediction. My grin didn't last long, as she dipped her head down and let her soft hair fall across my cock and balls. I let out a low moan as the long strands of hair traced down my thighs and back up across my balls. "Marlene, God, that feels so good... Please...yes..." I moaned out loud. "What was that you were saying, Mr. Funny Man? What do you want me to do? Huh? Hmm, what should I do with this lovely cock?" Marlene's hair lightly grazed my stomach until I felt the unimaginable sensation of her satin covered tits rubbing along the length of my cock. I let out a long gasp and grabbed onto her head. She switched from one breast to the other as they continued to glide along the length of my shaft. My cock strained as I moaned out in pleasure. "What's the matter, Handsome? Do you want me to stop? Do you want me to take my soft, satin tits off of your cock? Oh, you should see them, Michael, they're bulging out of the bustier!" Groaning out loud, I thrust my cock up into her breast and pleaded, "No, please don't stop... Please, Marlene, keep going..." Marlene kept up her teasing as my cock pressed against her gorgeous breasts. "Oh, what's the matter? Are you getting frustrated? Michael, you should see your cock sliding against the deep red satin. Mmm, it looks like you're leaving some pre-cum... My tits are getting wet. Do you want to come on my tits, Michael? Do you want to spray your hot cum on my blood red tits? Do you?" I pleaded for Marlene to make me come, but she kept gliding her tits up and down the length of my shaft, teasing me with her words. I began to buck my hips wildly, thrusting my cock hard against her tits. "Marlene, I'm going to come... I'm , oh God, yes...going to...come" "Yes, Michael, come on me... C'mon, come on my silky titss." She flattened her body onto me and continued to rub herself against my shaft as my cum sprayed out of my cock. I let out a long, gasping breath as the jets of cum soaked her beautiful satin bustier. I couldn't stop; the cum continued spurting out from the head and drenching Marlene's bustier and my stomach. "Oh yes, Michael, yes, yes, it's so much; it's so hot, so...hot." Marlene quickly raised up and straddled my hard cock and agressively ground her wet satin panties against it. Her thrusts were rapid, and her breathing suddenly increased as she pressed down harder. The pressure squeezed the last drops of cum from my shaft as she continued to wildly thrust against it. She slid her pussy up further to the head of my cock, sucking up the last remnants of cum into her satin panties. Her clit rubbing against the ridge of my head sent her over the edge and she came hard on top of me. Marlene kept up her rapid pace as the tremendous orgasm streaked through her. Her head fell forward and her hair danced across my chest before she collapsed on top of me. I could feel the damp fabric of the bustier against my chest as she gasped for air. Again, Marlene reached up and took my hair into her hands and rubbed it through her fingers. "Michael...you did...it...again." she panted. "I have...no... I...can't help...myself," she gasped into my shoulder. Silver Pt. 06 I rubbed her satin covered back after catching my breath. "It's OK, it's OK, Sweetheart; you are amazing and so, so beautiful. I absolutely love everything that you do to me," I softly said as my fingers trickled down her back to the silky round cheeks of her ass. She kept caressing my hair between her fingers before eventually reaching down and running them lightly across my eyebrows. Her breathing was beginning to return to normal, but she said nothing as my fingers slithered over her satin panties. Marlene eased her body downwards until her face laid sideways onto my chest. Her legs were still bent beneath her and her cute little hiney was raised slightly in the air. "How I wish I could see her," I thought to myself. My cock twitched under her at the thought. Marlene let out a slight laugh when she felt my shaft jerk against her belly. "What are you thinking?" she softly giggled. "Well, first of all, how absolutely beautiful you are, but also, I was picturing you with your long legs covered with those red stockings bent under you and those incredibley sexy shoes that are pressing into me. But what made my cock really twitch, was the picture of that beautiful red satin covered ass of yours raised into the air and your back sloping down into me." "Mmm, you like my ass, Michael?" she moaned into my chest. "Sweetheart, I may be blind, but I have a very clear picture of what your ass looks like when it is sticking up like that!" I replied. "Do you like it that much?" "Uh, yes," I said in an exaggerated tone. "Hmm, I think that I might want to try that some day." "Try what?" I asked in surprise. "You know... That," she replied in an embarrassed voice. "Say that one more time," I said, not knowing if I were hearing things. "Michael, please, I might want to feel you... You know... In my , you know, ass." "Marlene, you may want to try that with me one day?" "Yeah, I want to try it... And yes, with you silly!" she giggled in more embarrassment. "Why, don't you want to?" "Um, Marlene, you're going to make me come," I said as I listened to her tell me that she wanted to feel my cock in her ass. "Oh Michael, Stop..." "No Marlene, I'm serious, I'm going to come," I told her as I thrust my cock into her belly. "Oh my god, really?" she asked as she quickly sat up and took my cock in her hand and began stroking it. "Oh fuck, Marlene, yes, God, I'm coming," I loudly groaned. As spurts of cum exited my cock, Marlene continued stroking it and begging for more. "Oh yes, Michael, come, come for me... Oh, it's so beautiful... It's so, so sexy," she said in a mesmerized tone. I was on the verge of passing out as the nerves in my body lit up, and my orgasm raced through me. I could feel my eyes roll back into my head as Marlene continued to rapidly stroke my cock. She dropped her mouth over my shaft, sucking the last drops into her mouth, moaning loudly as she finished cleaning my entire length. "Mmm... Mmm... That was amazing; I never saw you like this before," she said in a surprised voice. I was trying to catch my breath before I said anything. "Sweetheart...I...can't talk...yet." "Wow, that was so intense huh?" she asked. "You really liked what I told you I wanted to try, huh?" "Yes," I panted. "You are so unbelievably sexy. You just don't realize it, do you?" "Actually, you are starting to make me believe it," she giggled as she took one last suck on the length of my withering shaft. She laid down on top of me before I rolled us onto our sides. Marlene giggled as I turned her side to side. It was almost like she was on a thrill ride at the amusement park. She threw her long leg over my thigh and pulled herself into me as our lips met for one of the longest, most passionate kisses that I had ever experienced. "Michael," she moaned into my mouth, "I love you so, so much." I continued rolling her side to side as our passion grew. Moans and groans filled the bedroom as our bodies slid together. We were a tangled mess of sweat by the time our kiss ended. Our breathing was heavy as our lips remained connected. I didn't want them to part; I wanted to feel her lips slide across mine forever. They were so full, so soft, so sensual, and I was in heaven when they were pressed against me. We laid together, tenderly stroking, caressing, and talking to each other. As my rough fingers occasionally tugged on the satin fabric, I told Marlene that her gorgeous bustier, panties, and stockings were going to be ruined. "Then I'll buy more," she said, tracing her fingers across my lips. "Hey Michael, can I ask you something?" It was so funny that after all of our time together, Marlene always asked if she could ask me a question! I think that is what made her so innocent, and so very adorable! "Sure Sweetheart, you can ask me anything that you like," I whispered as her fingers traced along my jawline. "Remember when we were walking home from the reception and you said something about being a member of the family, and someday making it legal?" "No, I don't remember any such thing," I said with a smirk. "You do so, Michael..." she giggled. "I don't have a clue as to what you're talking about, Marlene," I replied, trying my best to hold back my smile. "You do so, and stop trying to hide that smile of yours," she laughed, reaching down and tickling my side. "OK, OK, I think I'm beginning to remember bits and pieces of something," I laughed. "Bits and pieces?" she giggled, reaching up and playfully chewing in the nook of my neck. "Ok, I remember everything, I remember," I laughed as the chills tingled along my spine. "What about it?" "Did you really mean it?" she asked as she temporarly stopped attacking my neck. "Maybe," I teasingly replied. "Maybe? Maybe?" she asked with a disbelieving laugh. "You're so bad, Michael; you are so, so bad..." "Oh Marlene, you knew that I was serious," I laughed. "Really Michael? Really? When? When can we?" "I have some things to work out first, so give me a little time and we'll talk about it later," I answered. "Things to work out?" she asked. "What things?" "None of your beeswax," I laughed, piching her cheek just as she always did to me. "Oh, you're just going to make me suffer, aren't you?" she giggled. "Yep, that's my main goal in life, Sweetheart, making you suffer," I laughed, rolling her onto her back and straddling her stomach. "I'm going to make you suffer along with me for the rest of your life!" I cupped her face in my hands, holding her with all of the tenderness that I could, and told her that I loved her more than I ever thought possible. Leaning down, I kissed her pouty lips as I continued holding her beautiful face. "How about we get cleaned up and take a walk outside to see if the moon is bloody?" We struggled to get up from the bed, moaning and groaning as the mattress creaked under our movements. I began to walk towards the bathroom for a shower when I heard the window shade slide up. "Oh my god," Marlene exclaimed. "What? Are you alright?" I asked as I turned around and re-entered the bedroom. "The moon, it's huge... It's brilliant, Michael... It lookds like I could reach out and touch it!" "It must look amazing," I said. "It's supposed to be at a full eclipse around ten o'clock," I told her. "What time is it now?" "Um, the clock on your radio says five minutes after nine." "That gives us plenty of time to clean up," I replied, turning around and heading for the shower. "Handsome, I swear, if the street lights weren't on, you could see your shadow; that's how bright it is," she said in amazement. We showered, soaping each other's bodies, rinsing off, and soaping each other up again. I loved the way that my hands glided effortlessly over the curves of Marlene's body. I especially loved the feel of her soapy tits slipping through my hands as I attempted to pinch her erect nipples. There was nothing about Marlene that I didn't love. I ran my hands down her back and over the soapy cheeks of her ass. "Yes, a 1932 Ford Coupe," I whispered. "What was that about a Ford?" she asked, not understanding what I was talking about. "Oh nothing, I was just thinking about something," I whispered as my hands continuously slid over her soapy ass. We rinsed off for the final time before stepping out of the shower and drying each other. As we were getting dressed, me in my jeans and a sweatshirt, and Marlene in her pink sweat pants and hoodie, I asked her if she were going to wear her six inch heels! "I could if I wanted," she began with a giggle, "But if I did, I have the feeling that we wouldn't make it outside to see the moon! I brought my sneakers; they're by the front door." "Marlene, we would be seeing the moon alright, it just wouldn't be the one outside!" I laughed. I sat on the edge of the bed and began to slip my socks over my feet. I asked Marlene as she was packing up her, what should I call them, things, if I could see her shoes. "Hey Handsome, do you know why it it is hard for me to remember that you are blind sometimes?" "No, why?" "You talk like you can see. You just asked me if you could see my heels. And you say things like, do you want to watch TV, look at that, or let's go out and look at the moon." "Marlene, I had sight for so long, that I talk like I can see. I told you when we first met that I really don't consider myself blind; I say those things because first of all, that's what I've always said, and second, I picture things before I speak." "But, you say it so naturally and well, for instance, you actually look at the TV when we're watching it." "Yeah, because that is what I did all of my life. And if you notice, I look at people when I talk to them, or they are talking to me." "You know, it's so funny that you just said that because the girls mentioned that after I returned to the office that day. They said that if you didn't have Misty with you, they wouldn't have noticed that you couldn't see. Poor Margie thought that you could see, until she heard Misty shake in front of her desk. She really felt embarrassed." "Is that the only thing they talked about when you got back?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. "They may have had some comments about the wrinkles in my skirt," she mused. "In fact, they checked my skirts for the next couple of days!" Marlene leaned over and kissed my forehead as I sat on the bed before placing the red shoe on my lap. I held it up and ran my hands over the leather and down the length of the heel. "Jesus Marlene, how do you manage to walk in these? How do you even stand in them?" I asked in amazement. "I had previous experience, remember?" she giggled as she ran her hand through my hair. "Yes, I remember," I whispered, "But that was a long time ago." "It's like riding a bike, Handsome; some things you just never forget," she laughed. "Marlene?" "Yes Sweetie, what?" she softly asked in my ear as her lips brushed across the sensitive skin. "Promise me that you'll never change... Promise that you'll always do this kind of thing for me?" "Michael, my love, everything that I see, I think of you. I see your face in everything that I look at. But, just to make sure that you believe me, yes, I promise that I'll always do these things for you." "Sweetheart?" "What Handsome?" she asked now sucking on my earlobe. "Nothing... Well, I just wanted to say that I could picture you in your things tonight. I want you to know that you are stunning." "Oh Michael, please, stunning?" "No, you don't understand, I can see things that other people can't." "I knew it, I knew it, you do see things that we can't... I told you before..." "No, not like that ," I responded. "I can see things with my hands; I can feel the curves, valleys, peaks, and slopes of your body. Each one flawlessly merges into the other as it descends along your body. You are perfectly proportioned; my hands feel like they are sliding down a beautiful piece of crystal." "Michael..." "No, hold on," I said, "Stand up for a second and I'll show you." Marlene stood, and as I raised up from the bed, I turned her to the side. "Look," I said as I began at her shoulders and worked my way down, "I'm running down your back and watch, it takes a little dip at the small of your back. Now watch, it makes a perfect transition and raises perfectly over your ass. And then, watch this... It circles under and connects to your long legs, which are another story in itself." "Oh Michael, stop, it does not..." "No Marlene, it does, and it works from the sides and front of your body too!" I said, concentrating on my hands as they traveled the length of her body from every angle. "Michael, please... That's just the way that I was made; it's not everything that you think," she said in an embarrassed tone. "Oh, but it is,you see, the things that you wear don't accentuate your body; your body accentuates the things that wear you," I said, looking up from her sculptured calves. "So yes, you are stunning, Marlene, absolutely stunning." "Well... Well... Let's get dressed and get outside," she stammered, changing the subject. We finished getting dressed before I hooked Misty up to her leash and walked out the front door into the chilly September night. "Michael, I wish so much that you could see this. The moon is absolutely magnificent... It looks like it is halfway covered." "They said that it will be at a full eclipse a little after ten o'clock," I said. "They also said that it will last for a little over an hour." "How about if we take a walk then," Marlene suggested. "Can I hold Misty's leash this time?" "Sure, if you want," I said in surprise. "Well, you know, if I'm going to be, you know...legal," she said with a sly smile to her voice. "Marlene, you can hold the dog's leash anytime you want; we don't have to be marr..." "What was that? What was that last word? C'mon, Handsome, finish your sentence," she giggled, attempting to get me to say the word "married." "What? Marinated?" I laughed. "Michael, stop, that is not what you were going to say. And why would I be marinated?" she said in a frustrated, but amused tone. "Mmm, I could think of a good reason to marinate you!" I joked. "Ooooh, you... You are impossible," she laughed, playfully banging her head into my chest. Of course I was going to marry Marlene. I was never more in love with a person, and I don't think that I could ever be either. The thing was, I wasn't going to make it a stereotypical engagement. I mean, I wasn't going to give her a ring at Christmas, New Years, or Valentine's Day. I wanted it to be when she very least expected it, and I had an idea in mind. We began our walk as Marlene continued to hound me about what I almost said, and I fended off her assaults with laughter! Turning onto the main street of our town, we began to head back toward the house when Marlene stopped dead in her tracks. "Oh Michael, oh geezz, it's right in front of us," she whispered. "What's in front of us? What are you talking about?" "The Blood Moon; it's right there," she said taking my hand and raising it up to the sky directly ahead where we were standing. "It's the most beautiful, eerie thing that I've ever seen," she said. I felt her body shiver as the words left her mouth. I began a low growl as I turned into her and tenderly bit her neck. Misty wasn't having any part of this, and she put her nose between us and pushed me away. She grumbled and shook as I stepped back. She didn't like particular noises, such as loud sounds, and I assumed that she wasn't real pleased at what I did to Marlene. "It's OK, pup; I was just playing with your mommy," I said in a calm voice as I knelt down in front of her and rubbed her face. "I would never hurt her," I continued as she settled down with a shake and a long stretch. "Mommy?" Marlene asked with a big smile to her tone. "Boy, you don't miss a thing, do you?" I said as I raised up and gave Marlene a soft kiss. "Yes, Mommy, alright?" I laughed. "Sounds good to me, Daddy," she giggled before running her tongue over my lips. "It seems as if Misty-girl is a bit protective of me!" "Traitor," I replied. Marlene continued to describe exactly what the "Full Harvest Blood Moon" looked like. We continued to talk about it the rest of the way home as it seemed to follow our every step. Aftrer turning into my driveway and making our way to the front steps, I stepped up and turned around to face Marlene. "You do want to get married, right?" I asked. Marlene began to cry, weakly saying, "Of course I do, Michael, of course I do." She wrapped her arms around my waist and buried her head into me as the tears poured from her eyes. I could feel her body shaking as she let everything out. The audible sounds of her pure emotion filled the night air as she repeated my name over and over again. She continued crying uncontrollably as I held her head in my chest. "It's OK, Baby," I whispered, "It's OK." "Michael," she sobbed in a shaky voice, "I never dreamed, I never dreamed. I didn't even have the ability to dream," she trembled. "It's OK, Sweetheart, you're safe," I assured her. "But you, of all people... It was you on that incredibly frigid morning that came walking down our street when I was feeling my absolute worst," she stuttered, sniffing and wiping her tears on my chest. "You were the one who changed my whole outlook on life and gave me a reason to continue on." "Sweetheart, things happen for a reason," I whispered as I softly stroked her hair. "Do you really think that, Michael? Do you really think we are part of a bigger plan?" "i don't know about a bigger plan, but I think that we were brought together for a reason. As to why? That's not for me to answer." "But, I loved you from the very first time that I laid eyes on you," she whimpered, "Why?" "I don't know, you are the only one who can answer that," I whispered. "Maybe because I was just so irresistable! You know, kind of Clooney-like!" I said with a grin. Marlene began to shake again. "There you go again, making me laugh in the middle of a cry." "Hey, why are you laughing? Maybe I am Clooney-like and you won't admit it!" I laughed. "I love you so much, Michael. I can't wait to be your wife!" she said as she looked up at me as I stood on the step. "I love you too, Marlene, and no, I can't wait until you're my wife too," I said. We said our good night to the Blood Moon and went inside the house. I let Misty out for her last call of the night while Marlene wiped her face off in the bathroom. As I stood on the deck in the silent night air, I thought about how our life would be together and how happy I was finally going to be. The sticks and leaves crunched under Misty's paws as she continued her hunt for the perfect place to go. The door opened and Marlene stepped onto the deck and wrapped her arms around me from behind. "Mmm, it's so quiet out here," she whispered in my ear. "It was a beautiful night, Handsome, just beautiful," she said with contentment in her voice. The sound of crunching leaves quickened before Misty finally pounced up the steps and ran to the door. "You can get your dog her bone," I laughed as I turned to Marlene and gave her a soft kiss. "OK, I can do that," she said as her lips widened into a big smile. Marlene didn't stay too much longer. She had a busy Monday ahead of her with new clients and other business decisions that she, Ed, and Janet had to review. "I'll call you tomorrow, OK?" she said as she gave me the last kiss of the night. "That sounds great; be careful going home, and get some sleep." "I will, Handsome, you too." "Sweet dreams," I said, "I love you." "I love you too, Michael; sweet dreams to you too!" Silver Pt. 06 ********** ********** The days and nights passed by quickly as Marlene continued to drop suptle hints regarding our eventual marriage. I really didn't want to keep Marlene frustrated with my avoidance of the subject, but the fact was that I did indeed have things that I needed to take care of before the big event. Money certainly was a problem for me at the time. I didn't have the adequate funds that I thought that I would need for a ring. I knew that Marlene wouldn't have cared about a ring at all, yet the size. As I said, I didn't want to present her the ring in the stereotypical way; I had a plan, and I was going to stick to it! And so, the week was flying by, faster than I would have liked. The girls were ramping up their rhetoric at the law firm, and Marlene advised me of their warnings every night during our walks. Apparently, they were coordinating their outfits together and my Marlene was now a full fledged part of it! "Michael, you might want to invest in some Duct tape," she told me one night as we walked along the streets of our town. "Duct tape? For what?" I asked in bewilderment. "Well... You might have a little problem keeping a certain appendage of yours under control when you see what the girls and I are wearing," she laughed. "What do you mean, see?" I asked with a laugh after Marlene danced around calling my "cock" an "appendage". "Well, I might have told them how I show you what I am wearing when we go out; or you know, when I wear, um, certain things for you," she sheepishly admitted. "You told them waht?" I asked with a long sigh. "Well Handsome, when we first started dating, they would ask me how you knew about the sexy things that they helped me order for you," she informed me. "They helped you do what? Do you mean that they know about the things that you wear for me when we, you know...do stuff?" "Weelllll, kind of," she said in a long exaggerated statement. "They kind of, well, gave me ideas about what would look good on me." "Oh god, Marlene, I'm not going to be able to look at them anymore... Oh shit, the crotchless thing that you wore, the silver bikini too?" "Well, yeah, kind of," she giggled. "That's why you might want to think about the Duct tape," she giggled harder. "Don't be embarrassed, Handsome; they just want to go out and have some fun!" "Oh god, I'll probably pass out right in front of them, Sweetheart. Maybe I should have a couple of drinks first." "There won't be any need for alcohol, Handsome. Just relax and we'll have a great night dancing," she said as if we were going to a family picnic in the park. Oh boy, I was in trouble and there was no way out of it. Marlene did her best to calm me down, changing the subject to the holidays of all things. It actually worked because I was looking forward to finally spending the upcoming holidays with someone that I absolutely adored. I couldn't wait to shop, decorate, sit by the fire, and spend a romantic Christmas Eve with her. I loved gifts. I loved buying them and getting them. I loved the excitement of ripping wrapping paper off of a box and seeing what was inside. In truth, I was still a kid when it came to Christmas. I thought about me and Marlene going out and looking for our first tree together. I pictured a cold, blustery day with snow flurries whipping around the lot of freshly cut trees. I could already smell the wonderful scent of the Frazier and Douglas firs as we walked through them in search of the perfect one. I would hold the tree for Marlene to view as she told me to twist it around so she could see if there were any bare spots. I pictured us picking out a nice, full seven footer and having the men who worked in the lot, bind it in netting, and place it into the back of Marlene's SUV. "Michael, Michael, helloooo..." Marlene's voice said, bringing me out of my dreamy state. "Thinking about how beautiful I am again?" she sarcastically asked. "Oh... Yeah..." I grinned. The final two days passed, and Friday was staring me right in the balls. Marlene told me that they would all be over around seven o'clock because they wanted to see my house and have a glass or two of wine. Oh my god, I was so screwed. My hands shook as I attempted to button my shirt before tucking it into my Khakis. As I slipped my belt through the loops of my pants, I heard a couple of doors close. Misty raced for the front door and tapped her paws on the floor as she waited for Marlene and the girls to come to the door. My armpits began to sweat as the belt slid through the last loop. I buckled it quickly, sat on the edge of the bed and put on my shoes. I heard the front door open without a knock and Marlene say, "Oh Michael, we're here!" "Be out in a minute, Sweetheart; make yourselves comfortable. I could hear the tapping and clicking of heels on the hardwood floors of the living room and the voices of the girls talking to Misty. The unmistakable sound of Misty floundering on the floor, and Margie making a big fuss over her was next. I heard a set of heels clicking down the hallway towards my room. "Hey Sweetheart, how are you, Love?" I asked as I tied the final lace of my shoe. "Hey there yourself!" I heard Dianne say. "Wow, you dress up well!" "Oh hi, Dianne Sweetheart, how are you?" "I'm doing much better now," she mused. "So, is this where all of the action takes place?" she asked with a sly smile to her voice. "Yep, this is where all of the...action takes place," I smiled as I looked up at her from the bed. I could smell her perfume filling the room as she stood in the doorway. "You might want to come out here soon, because if I come in there, we'll never make it out dancing," she said in a teasing voice. "Fuck, I should have listened to Marlene about the Duct tape," I thought as my cock strained against my pants. "C'mon, I'll guide you out; Marlene told me how," she said as she walked into my bedroom and took my hand to stand up. I froze in place, afraid to move. "It's OK, I won't bite you," she laughed. I reluctantly stood and took Dianne's hand. "Mmm, very nice," she said as she turned around and folded my arms around her waist. She was a bit taller than me because of the height of her heels. "Thank god for that," I thought to myself, "My cock might not press into her ass." Well, that wasn't exactly the case as Dianne's ass ground into my crotch. "Very nice, Michael," she giggled as she began to guide me out into the living room, holding my hands around her thin waist. The material of her shirt, blouse, or whatever she was wearing was slick and form fitting to her body. the curls of her long hair tickled my nose as we began the agonizing journey out to Marlene and Margie. "Oh my god, her fucking body is unbelievable," I thought as the sound of her heels tapped slowly on the floor. "Look who I found," Dianne said with a smile to her voice as we entered the living room. "Oh geez, Dianne," Marlene laughed, "I take my eyes off of you for one second and you're already torturing my poor baby!" "Marlene, the torture has yet to begin," Dianne said in a sexy voice. "My poor baby," Marlene giggled, "Let me have him," she said, taking my hands from around Dianne's waist. "Look at his poor face; it's red," Marlene said as she cupped my face into her soft hands and gave me a tender kiss. "Blood red?" Margie interjected. "Marlene..." I whispered in embarrassment. "It's OK, Handsome; they helped with that too," she whispered in my ear before giving it a little bite. "Yeah, Michael, did we do a good job?" Dianne asked. "Yeah, how about it? Did we, Michael?" Margie chimed in. "Um, yes, you actually did quite a nice job," I said with a smile, knowing that I might as well just go with the flow and join in on their fun. "You did an outstanding job as a matter of fact," I teased as my lips pressed onto my baby's lipstick covered mouth. Marlene showed the girls around the house as I gathered some wine glasses from the dinette. I could hear the gasps and shrieks coming from the basement as Marlene showed them my workshop. The sound of doors opening and closing followed, until the unmistakable sound of Misty racing up the steps signaled the girls' return. Marlene opened the back door and brought the girls out onto the deck. "Sweetheart, can you bring Misty out with you?" I yelled. Marlene called Misty outside as I opened the bottle of wine that Marlene said she had placed on the kitchen counter. I was pouring the wine as the girls and Misty returned inside. The chaotic sound of heels clicking on the floor filled the house and I could smell the scent of cigarette coming from someone. "Whoever is smoking better quit," I said in a serious tone. "Margie!" Marlene and Dianne said together. "Margie, that's bad," I said as I walked toward the girls with two glasses of wine. "Here you go... I'll get the other one," I said as I handed each glass into a soft pair of hands. I grabbed the other glass, bringing it into the dining room where the girls were gathered. "Thanks, Handsome," Marlene said as she took the glass from me and kissed my neck. "Mmm, you smell good," she whispered. "Good enough to eat?" Dianne asked with a smile in her voice. "Dianne, you have the ears of an owl," Marlene laughed. "But to answer your question; yes, good enough to eat!" Marlene showed the girls the bathroom and bedrooms. "Oh, this bathroom is gorgeous!" Margie exclaimed. "He designed it himself," Marlene told her. "A piano!" Margie said next. "Oh fuck, she's going to ask me to play something, I just know it," I thought. "Michael, can you play me something?" Margie asked. "Yeah, Handsome, can you play a song for us?" Dianne asked next. "He doesn't like to play in front of people," Marlene explained. "He gets a little nervous, but he really does play beautifully." "Michael, please? Please, won't you just play us one song?" Margie pleaded. I heard a pair of heels approaching from the piano room along with the scent of sweet perfume. Dianne stepped in front of me and kissed me on my forehead. "Can you please just play something, Michael? I know that you don't want to, but can you just do it for the three of us? Just tonight?" she asked in an innocent, almost childish voice; one that I wasn't expecting to come from her. She took my shaking hand into hers, "Please?" "OK, I'll try," I said. Dianne squeezed me tightly as her beautiful, large breasts pressed into me. "Thank you, Michael; you are the sweetest man that I ever met," she said, in an almost tearful voice. "It's OK, Dianne," I said, brushing the side of her face with my fingers. "C'mon, lead the way," I smiled. She kissed my forehead again, wiped her lipstick away and brought my hands around her waist. We walked back to the piano room where Dianne told Marlene and Margie that I agreed to play something. The three girls sat on the same sofa where Marlene had sat when I played her my first love song. As I pulled the bench away from the piano and sat down, I felt a set of hands rub my back. Marlene leaned over and told me that she loved me and that i should see the look on the girls' faces. "What should I play?" I whispered to her. "I don't know; whatever you are comfortable with," she whispered in my ear. "That would be nothing!" I laughed. Marlene pinched my cheek and told me that anything would be fine, before retreating to the sofa with the girls. So I began, I started to play a song that I absolutely loved and knew that I could play well. My index finger and pinky struck a "C" and a "G" simultaneously, alternating with an "A" with my thumb. I repeated the sequence three times before I began, "Once there was a way," hitting a "D" with my left ring finger, "To get back home..." "What the fuck was I doing?" I thought to myself. "What in God's name was I doing? Why did I start to sing? Fuck..." And there I was, sitting there playing and singing the first part of the "Golden Slumbers" melody. I played through the song; I couldn't stop with just singing the first few wwords. I ended, "Sleep pretty darling, do not cry, and I will sing a lullabye." The piano echoed the ending of the beautiful melody and as it fell silent, I could hear sniffles coming from the girls as they sat on the sofa behind me. I turned to them and asked, "Was that enough?" "Uh huh," Marlene sniffled. Each one of them got up and kissed me before going into the bathroom and redoing their makeup. Marlene was the last one. She walked over to me and kissed my face repeatedly, and said, "Michael, that was beautiful... You sang... It was absolutely beautiful. Both of the girls grabbed my hand when you began to play, and when you began to sing, the tears just poured down their faces. To say that they were overwhelmed would be an understatement." "I'm glad that you liked it," I said as I got up and gave my sweet Marlene a long kiss. "Sweetheart, is Dianne alright?" I asked. "She's had a really rough life, Michael. I'll tell you about it later, OK? But, I'll tell you this now, she is different with you... She trusts you and believe me, she doesn't trust any man. There's something about you, Handsome; I keep telling you that and you don't believe me," she whispered as her lips lightly brushed across mine. We all sat on the sofa chatting about my house and my life. I explained to the girls how I lost my sight when I was twenty-eight years old and painfully began the long road to accepting that I would never see again. They told me how beautiful my house was and spent a lot of time discussing my workshop in the basement. I heard the unbelievable story of how the both of them came to work for Marlene, Ed, and Janet at the firm. I found out that Margie happened to be Marlene's room mate while she was out in California working at the club. It just so happened that Margie also worked there with Marlene, but was left behind when Ed brought her back home. Unknown to Marlene at the time, Ed had promised Margie that he and Marlene would be back for her one day. They kept their promise after Marlene settled back into life at home with her mom and enrolled into law school. She actually moved in with Marlene and her mom until she took a job at the firm and enrolled in school herself. After getting back on her feet, she moved into an apartment of her own. "I'll let Marlene tell you the rest of the story," Margie said as she finished her glass of wine. Dianne however, sat quietly without saying a word. As I looked her way after Margie had finished, she just said, "Michael, how about if I let Marlene tell you my story, OK?" "Sure Sweetheart, that's fine," I said to Dianne as I took her soft hand into mine. "OK Michael," Margie said, breaking the silence, "It's time to see what we look like!" "No, that's alright, I already know what you two look like," I stammered, trying to get out of what I knew would end up in total embarrassment for me. "No way, Michael," Dianne chimed in, cheerfully changing the tone of her voice. "Me first," she said as she stood up and took my hand, pulling me behind her to the floor. I could hear Marlene and Margie giggling behind me as I stood before Dianne. I looked back where Marlene was seated and gave her the "look" before Dianne took my hands and placed them on her waist. "Marlene told us how you did this to her the first night that you met," she said with a smile. "Oh wait, I'm doing this backwards," she giggled. Dianne brought me to the loveseat and sat down with me. She raised my hands to her hair. "This is what you did, right Marlene?" Marlene reassured her that was indeed how she started the first night that we met. "OK, Michael, go ahead," she said with a smile. My hands began to drift down the long curly locks of Dianne's hair, past her neck, and stopped at the middle of her back. "Mmm, that feels nice; do that again," Dianne purred. So, I did; I retraced my hands down, letting her soft hair slowly slip between my fingers. "What color?" I asked. "Blond," she answered, sounding as if her eyes were closed. "Not bleach blonde, kind of a dirty blond, wouldn't you say girls?" she asked Marlene and Margie. They must of agreed since she excitedly sat straight. "Ok, do my face," she said next. I heard Margie start to giggle at what Dianne told me what to do next. "Margie, that's not what I meant... But..." "Enough you two," Marlene giggled, "Don't get my poor baby started." I cupped Dianne's face in my hands and trailed my thumbs across her eyebrows. They were very thin and incredibly soft to the touch. My hands slipped down along the side of her face and met at her chin. She let out a low moan as my fingers lightly danced along her soft skin. I raised my thumbs up to her cheeks and ran them across her face and back to her ears where I felt pierced earings. I let my hands slip down to her long delicate neck. Dianne let out a long, seductive moan; almost a growl. "Mmm, Michael, that is so nice; I could certainly get used to this," she groaned as her head fell back. "Michael, I think that you just killed Dianne," Marlene laughed as she sipped her wine. Dianne just let her head hang back as my fingers traced around her neck. "OK, let's get a move on," Margie said, "I'm next and we don't have all night!" "OK," Dianne moaned as she awoke from her trance. She stood up and again took my hand and helped me stand up in front of her. She placed my hands on her smooth waist and rubbed them a little against the silky fabric. She started to raise my hands up her sides, pressing them into her as they effortlessly slid up. She suddenly stopped and I felt her body turn the slightest bit, looking over to where Marlene and Margie were seated. "Can I?" she asked. "Oh geez, go ahead..." Marlene sighed. Dianne raised my hands up and cupped them over the large braless breasts that adorned her body. I jerked my head around to look at Marlene, shocked at what I felt. "It's OK, Sweetheart, relax and enjoy what you're feeling, because it is going to be the last time that you feel another woman's breast." "Hmmm..." Margie coughed. "OK, so you'll feel one more set," Marlene sighed with a laugh. Dianne's breasts were beautiful. They were full and firm and most impressively, they were real. Her nipples hardened under my hands and she squeezzed my fingers onto them, assisting me in pinching and rolling them together. My cock was aching in my pants as Dianne continued to press my hands into her. She moaned out loud as I squeezed her nipples one last time. "Um, they're beautiful, Dianne," I stammered, not knowing what else to say or do. "Oh god...thank you...Michael," she seductively moaned. I had to remove my hands from her breast before I came in my pants, so I moved them around to her back and felt the soft skin that was hidden under her long curls. My fingers tapped down her back until they reached the material that appeared about six inches above her waist line. I turned to look at Marlene. I felt this before and knew exactly what it was. Marlene laughed and said, "Yep, it's leopard, Handsome... Dianne's is pink though. She's wearing a white mini skirt, and white five inch heels, just in case you were wondering." "Hey, that's not fair," Dianne stated, "He was supposed to feel them." "Oh, go ahead, let him feel," Margie said, "Hurry up though, we have to leave soon." Dianne reached back and grabbed my hands, pulling them down over her ass. It was gorgeous to say the least, round, full, and firm, but not as nice as my Marlene's. Nobody's ass could ever be as nice as Marlene's. Dianne's white mini skirt was indeed "mini," as the leather material stopped just below her ass. Shocking me even more, she placed my hands on the back of her legs and pulled them inside her skirt and over the soft skin of her ass. I almost fainted as my hands pressed into Dianne's delectable cheeks. Silver Pt. 07 ****************************** *** If you are under the age of 18 or are not of legal age in your jurisdiction, please exit this story immediately *** This story is for adults only and contains content that is sexual in nature. This is part 07 in the "Silver" series. I urge you to please read Silver Pt. 06 first, since it is the prelude to this chapter. We continue after Michael and Misty left Marlene's mom's house after asking for her daughter's hand in marriage. *** A very special thanks to WickedInside for her editing help! *** ********** ********** Misty and I returned home, stopping along the way to chat with some of my neighbors who were putting up the lights on their houses. After warming up for a bit, I picked up the phone and called Marlene's firm. "Hartgrove, Cassidy, and O'Niel; how may I direct your call?" Margie's voice cheerfully said over the receiver. "You can direct it to the most beautiful woman in the world!" I answered. "Hey Rocky, how are you?" "Very funny, Margie; is my baby there?" "Um, uh... No, she's at, um, a meeting right now, Michael." "Margie, are you alright?" "Um, yeah, I just got distracted; can I, um, have her call you back?" "Yes, sure, but I need to talk to you also." "You do? Is everything alright?" "Yes, Sweetie; I was just going to ask you if you and Dianne could help me out with some shopping for Marlene," I explained. "Oh yeah, that sounds like fun, Michael; I'm sure that Dianne would certainly like to join in on the fun!" "Margie, call me tonight when you get a chance, but in the meantime, see if you can get some ideas from Marlene about what she wants or needs for Christmas, OK?" "Sure, I'll call you at home tonight, Michael; I'll talk to you then." "OK Margie, I'll talk to you later," I replied before hanging up the receiver. I had a few things in mind that I wanted to get for Marlene, but Margie and Dianne could help me out with some other things that, well, let's say they had more experience with! After speaking with Margie that evening, we decided on a night when the three of us could get out to shop for Marlene without her suspecting anything. The night arrived when the girls were to pick me up to go shopping. I asked Margie to just beep the horn, and I would hurry out the door and into her car in case Marlene just happened to be driving by. It almost felt like I was breaking out of jail and running to the getaway car as I quickly made my way across the grass with Dianne grabbing ahold of me and guiding me into the back seat. I could smell the two perfumes that Dianne and Margie were wearing. I could also smell the cigarette smoke on Margie as I leaned over the seat and gave her a kiss. "Margie, you better stop smoking those things," I said, chastizing her for her bad habit. "I know, Michael; I'm going to quit for the New Year," she replied. "Oh Margie, you've been promising that for the last four years, and you only make it until the middle of January," Dianne sighed. We high tailed it out of town and headed for a mall that was a bit out of the way because as my luck would have it, Marlene would be shopping at one of the local malls and see us there. Besides, the girls said that they had another store in mind where I could find a gift or two. We had a great time shopping together and the girls were a hoot, dragging me through racks of clothes, handbags, shoes, and of course, perfume. I sometimes get indecisive when I'm shopping for just the right thing, so it was good that the girls gave me the positive reinforcement that I needed to make sure that things were just right. I picked up a couple of beautiful, soft Cashmere sweaters, and two denim skirts that I knew Marlene would absolutely love. I was thinking about buying her a leather jacket, more of a casual one, but at the girls suggestion, purchased a long brown coat which she could wear to work instead. Apparently, the one that she had been wearing for the last five years just had to go! Anyway, that is what I was told by my two cohorts in crime! My head was pounding after leaving the perfume counter. Dianne and Margie had me smelling every scent that was offered, spraying it on different parts of their wrists, necks, arms, and yes, my arms too! We finally decided on a beautiful, soft, sensual, instant hard on perfume which had the girls commenting on the buldge in my pants. "You two are killing me," I laughed. "I can see that you also enjoy spending my money!" "Oh Michael, you can't even imagine what the two of us could do to you," Dianne whispered in my ear as we walked from the perfume counter. "Dianne, stop before I pass out," I commented as I held onto her arm and exited the store. "Now where?" I asked. "Don't worry, you'll find out when we get there," Margie answered as we filled her trunk with bags of Marlene's Christmas gifts. Margie drove for awhile before pulling into a parking lot and winding her way through the isles of cars before finding an empty spot to park. As the girls guided me through the lot, one on each side of me, we entered a store with the ringing of a bell as the door opened. "Hi guys, can I help you with anything?" a woman's voice asked. "Maybe," Dianne answered, "But for right now, I think we're alright." "OK, just let me know if you need any help," the woman responded. I could hear other people talking in low voices, murmurs, and whispers, with an occasional giggle. "Where the heck are we?" I asked the girls. "In an adult toy store, Handsome," Dianne giggled. "C'mon, we're going to find you a couple of things to put in Marlene's stocking, and well, eventually somewhere else!" Margie laughed at Dianne's comment as we walked through the store. "You girls are seriously trying to kill me," I repeated for the fourth or fifth time that night. "We aim to please," Margie laughed. "Hmm, how about these? Oh, nevermind, she already has these," Dianne giggled. "Has what?" I asked. "Restraints," Dianne answered. "Jesus, you know about that too?" I exclaimed in embarrassment. "Yeah, we helped Marlene order them!" Margie laughed. "Michael, why is your face so red?" she continued as she cupped my chin in her hand. We walked onto another isle where Dianne stopped and said, "Hey, how about this?" "How about what?" I asked nervously, afraid of what the answer would be. "This," Dianne responded as she laid a huge dildo in my hand. "Jesus, Dianne, this isn't exactly what I want to be holding. This thing would split her in half!" "I'm not talking about it for her," Dianne purred as she ran my hand down to the other end of the massive cock. Another head was connected to the opposite end. "What do you think, Margie?" Dianne seductively asked. "Dianne, stop... Michael doesn't know..." "Michael, sometimes Margie and I like to have fun together," Dianne said matter of factly. "There, he does now!" "Dianne..." Margie exclaimed. "You mean...you...two? Oh, I'm feeling a bit light headed!" I said as I placed my hand on my forehead. "You're serious?" I asked next. "Yes, we're not real fond of men these days; well, except for you, Michael, you're different," Dianne explained. "That's so fucking hot," I said without thinking. "Do you think so?" the girls said together. "Uh, yeah, without sounding like a dick, it's really hot," I stammered. "Hmm, looks like we have a winner!" Dianne said as she took the huge cock from my hand and placed it in a small cart. "Maybe we'll put on a show for you and Marlene one day," she purred as her fingernails trailed along my jawline. "OK, well, let's get shopping for Marlene..." To say that my cock was raging in my pants wouldn't be fair as an accurate description. The thought of Dianne and Margie together would have me jerking myself off after I got home, and probably for the next week or two. "Hey Slim, are you still with us?" Dianne asked, bringing me back to reality. "Thinking about something interesting?" she asked with a giggle. "Oh geez, Margie, how about this too?" "Oh yeah, why not?" Margie answered in an excited voice. "Should I even ask?" I said. "No reason to ask, here, what do you think of this?" Dianne asked as she handed me another dildo, only this one was attached to a harness. "You two are just fucking with me now, right?" I replied in disbelief. "No, but we would like to!" Margie giggled. The teasing went on as we walked around the store, stopping to look at vibrating panties, smaller dildos, butt plugs, and a variety of vibrators. "I can't buy those things for her," I said in total embarrassment. "That's something that she would have to get if she wanted them, or we would at least go together to buy." The girls said that I was way off, and that it would be a great idea if I bought some of those things for Marlene. I couldn't bring myself to buy those things without Marlene knowing about it. Besides, it was Christmas and Marlene was wanting a ring, not a butt plug. We finally settled on a new vibrator, KY Jelly, and a porno for her stocking. The girls dragged me around the store a bit longer, showing me diffeerent sexual devices that they thought would be neet to try. After an hour in the store, we decided that I had enough and we paid for our, how shall I put it, things. I somehow managed not to cum in my pants before getting back to the car. "So, what do you think?" Dianne asked me as we made our way out of the parking lot. "Think about what?" I asked. "Everything..." Dianne replied. "I think that I'm dreaming and will wake up with a mess in my pants," I laughed. "Mmm..." Margie moaned from the driver's seat. "Do you girls want to stop for a cup of coffee or a bite to eat? Maybe a donut or something?" "That sounds like a great idea!" Dianne replied. So, off we went, stopping in at the closest doughnut shop and sitting at a table with a wonderful toasted coconut doughnut, a cup of coffee, and two beautiful, very chatty women. "Michael," Dianne began after sipping at her coffee, "Marlene is so much in love with you. You have changed the empty shell of a woman that she used to be into a vibrant, glowing, beautiful woman!" "Thanks Dianne, I have never been more in love with a woman in my entire life," I replied with a smile. Margie began to talk as she chewed on her doughnut, "Yeah, Slim, it was like night and day after she met you; you certainly did something to her that changed her outlook on life, and men." "I just acted like I always have, Margie; I don't know any other way." "She's a very lucky woman," Dianne replied with a sigh and a bit of sadness in her voice. "You know, I have been single for a long time now. I used to go out to that club that we went to with a buddy of mine, and I would get shot down left and right. How come the women didn't think I was that great back then?" I asked with a bit of annoyance to my voice. Dianne, what is your story? Marlene never told me." "Michael, I don't want..." she began. "Does Margie know?" I asked before she could finish her sentence. "Well, yes, she knows, why?" "Than you can tell me right here," I responded, getting somewhat tired of her flirting, then saying that she didn't trust men, and then, sighing in front of me saying Marlene was lucky to be dating me. "Michael, I'm sorry, can I tell you back at your house instead of here?" "Yeah, sure," I replied, now feeling bad at snipping at her. I changed the subject, asking the girls what they wanted from Santa this year. Of course, I received giggles and several comments from my open ended question! "You two are impossible," I said, shaking my head with laughter. "Oh Michael, you love us, just admit it!" Margie laughed. "OK, I admit it; I love the both of you..." After returning home and carrying all of my purchases inside the house, the girls asked if I needed help wrapping them. I thanked them, saying that I thought that I would be alright. They loved the tree as we sat on the sofa together and admired it's beauty. Margie was busy rubbing Misty's belly; so what else was new! I asked the girls if they would like anything to drink and they each agreed on a glass of wine. "Tomorrow is a work day!" I joked, "So it's only going to be one tonight!" I handed the girls their glasses of wine before I sat down and said, "OK, Dianne, let's hear it." "Are you sure you want to hear it, Michael?" Dianne questioned in a pleading voice. "Yep, c'mon Sweetheart, let me have it," I responded. Of course, another volley of laughs and giggles were hurled my way. Dianne's laughter turned a bit nervous as she began to tell me her story. "Michael...well, I don't know... Well, I don't know how...to...start." "Dianne, come here, sit next to me," I suggested, trying my best to make her feel at ease. I felt her sit down against me, nervously ptapping her nails on the wine glass. I took her hand and held it in mine. I felt the tension in her soft hand release as I gently held it. "OK, so," she nervously began. "I was molested by my step father from the age of twelve, until I turned sixteen and ran away from home. I uh, ran away, and uh, turned to drugs and alcohol. No Michael, I wasn't...molested, I was...raped...by...my step father," she trembled. "Oh my god, Dianne, I'm so sorry, I had no idea... I never would have asked you, Sweetheart," I said in a sorrowful and apologetic voice. "It's OK, Michael, I want to tell you; I trust you. Your kindness and sweet nature makes me feel so comfortable. I think that is why I wish that I was Marlene." "Sweetheart, you don't have to say any more," I replied as I rubbed her trembling hand. "No, I want to tell you the rest, and how I came to know Marlene. So, as I said, I ran away from the hell which was my life, and found myself pregnant with a twenty-six year old man as the father. He forced me to abort the pregnancy after repeatedly beating me. I stayed with him for fifteen years because I was afraid that he would hunt me down and kill me if I left. I finally realized that he was going to kill me whether I left him or not, so I took up residence at a women's shelter. I had just turned thirty-one years old, and I had nothing but the clothes on my back. After receiving medical help and counceling in the shelter, a woman visited me one day. She was beautiful, compassionate, and soft spoken. She listened to my story before telling me that i was going to be alright and that she was going to help me. The woman was Marlene. I was her very first client for the pro bono work that she agreed to perform. She told me that if I wanted her help, she would see to it that I would get my life together and be able to support myself one day. So, I agreed; I had no other option and although I was unsure of myself, I took the offer that was presented to me. Marlene guaranteed my safety as I sat in her car and left the grounds of the shelter. She brought me to a small house and told me that the man next door would look after me and assure my safety. I panicked and screamed in fright, just knowing that a man lived next door. Marlene stayed with me that night; she sat and told me about the things that she had gone through as a young woman and how she was a victem of spousal abuse herself. Early the next morning, there was a knock at the door as Marlene and I were sitting at the kitchen table having coffee. Marlene ran to the door and returned with a very large man. I froze in place as Marlene introduced him. I couldn't move, my body wouldn't let me. As Marlene came to comfort me, my hands began to shake uncontrollably and coffee was spilling over the brim. The man was Mr. O'Neil. He remained in the room outside of the kitchen where I sat shaking and softly explained how he and Marlene were going to help me. They explained that I would interrn at the law firm while I enrolled in school to receive my high school equivlency. If I chose, they would assist me to enroll in college and receive a degree in the subject of my choice. So, that's how I became a paralegal for the firm and work for Marlene, Ed, and Janet." "Dianne, I don't know what to say, Sweetheart; I'm so sorry to hear about the horrible things that you went through in order to get to this point in your life. But, it seems that you have become successful, and are one of the best paralegal's in the firm." "Michael, that is the very compact version of my whole story, but it hits the major points without revisiting the nightmarish ones. So, just to further explain my distaste, well not exactly distaste, but distrust of men, I dated a guy while I was in paralegal school who ended up abusing me and threatening me. Mr. O'Neil somehow put a quick end to that situation and I never heard another word from him afterwards. I never went near another man again; well, until I met you and well, found that kindness did indeed exist in the world." "What did you just say?" I suddenly asked. "I said that when I met you, i knew that kindness did indeed exist in the world, why?" "Oh, no reason; I must have heard you wrong." No, I heard her right. It was the third time I heard someone say that after meeting me. I was freaking out inside, but tried to keep a calm demeaner. "What is it, Michael?" Margie asked, apparently seeing the look on my face. I forgot that she was even in the room as Dianne told me the story of her life. "It's nothing, Margie; It's just that I've heard that before," I answered. "So, that's why Margie and me, well, get together every once in awhile," Dianne continued. "We don't have to worry about getting beaten, we are comfortable with each other, and we adore the softness of each other's body." Of course, more than my ears heard that last statement and my cock surged in my pants, growing painfully against my jeans. Without thinking about it, just as a baseball player would do while he was standing at home plate on national tv, I reached down and adjusted my crotch. Margie and Dianne began to laugh hysterically as my face reddened at my action. "Michael, are you having a growth problem?" Margie asked as her voice shook with laughter. "Shut up, Margie, it's not funny," I said in an embarrassed laugh. And that's when the real teasing began. "Michael, would you like to watch me fuck Margie with our new strap on?" Dianne asked in a low sultry tone. "How about if you help us insert that double headed dildo into each other?" Margie suggested next in a sexy teasing voice. "C'mon you two, stop... Please, stop," I begged as they continued to torture me with some more sexual positions and actions that they would like me to help them with. I came in my pants as the girls verbally described what they were going to do to each other when they got home. The cum soaked the waistband of my underwear and leaked down my pelvis to my balls. I was praying that they didn't notice anything as I made a slight adjustment on the sofa. "We're sorry, Michael; we shouldn't do that to you when Marlene isn't here to help you," Margie said, still letting out a giggle now and again. "Maybe one day you and Marlene can join us," she continued, almost making me pass out as I listened to her words. "Yes, Michael, wouldn't that be wild?" Dianne asked. "hey," I began after hearing the girls bring up Marlene's name, "Did either one of you and Marlene ever, you know?" "Michael, we don't kiss and tell," Dianne teased before getting up and placing her wine glass in the dishwasher. Margie followed with her glass as I heard her empty the remaining wine that she didn't finish into the sink before handing it to Dianne. I heard their moist lips seperate before returning to my side. "We better get going," Margie said as she yawned out loud. "Tomorrow is a work day as Michael reminded us earlier." "Oh, I hate to leave you like this, Michael; I mean alone... I mean by yourself... I mean living by yourself," she stammered, trying to correct what she was attempting to say. Silver Pt. 07 "That's OK, I'll live... hopefully anyway," I laughed. Dianne stood in front of me and kissed me; not a sexual kiss, but a friendly, comforting one. She hugged me tightly and her lovely breasts pressed into my chest. My cock was alive once again, and making his presence well known. "Mmm, somebody has a problem," Dianne whispered in my ear. "Thank you Michael, thankyou so much for listening and making me feel so much at ease," Dianne continued as her hand played with my hair. "I love you." "Thanks Dianne, I love you too," I replied in a comforting tone. "Thank you for bringing me out shopping tonight too," I exclaimed, "You both did a great job of spending my money and teasing me beyond belief!" "You're welcome, Slim," Margie said as she walked into me with a hug and kiss. "You truly are a wonderful man, and Marlene is so, so lucky to have you as her own. I love you too!" "Thank you, Margie, I love you also, and if either of you ever need anything, just let me know, OK?" Again, the girls broke out in laughter, "We'll come over every day if that's the case, and you can help us with all of our needs," Dianne laughed. "Good night, Michael, thanks for the laughs and for letting us torture the shit out of you!" "Good night, girls, be careful going home, and I'll talk to you later. Oh, and remember, don't slip in front of Marlene and mention anything that we bought tonight, OK?" "Mum's the word," Margie replied as she walked out the door. ********** ********** Christmas was just days away, and i needed to get out and pick up one more gift for Marlene. My sister Rose was on her way over to bring me to a jewelry store or two, so I could pick up something that would replace the ring that I felt Marlene was expecting. I showed Rose the gifts that I had purchased so far. She thought that the long brown leather coat was gorgeous and said that it fit Marlene's personality perfectly. She loved the soft sweaters and long denim skirts that the girls had helped me pick out. She said that the matching leather gloves and white scarf was an excellent idea and accented the coat perfectly. "How about I help you wrap this stuff when we get back," she offered before we left for the store. "Rose, that would be a huge help; that coat will sit in a pretty big box, and it might be a bit too much for me to wrap." Rose and I entered the crowded jewelry store and began looking along the glass cases. I wanted to purchase a nice pair of diamond stud earrings, and a diamond encrusted cross neclace. A sales person asked us if we needed any help. I told her what we were looking for, and she directed us towards the back of the store. We looked at several pair of earrings, trying to decide the proper size to fit Marlene's delicate ears. The woman set several pairs onto the counter, making sure that there was no one close that would grab them and run. Rose was doing her best to describe them to me, when the woman picked up a pair and asked me to hold out my hand. As the card that held the earrings rested in my left palm, my right index finger shook uncontrollably as it lightly felt the diamond. "Are they sparkly?" I asked. "Mike, they're beautiful; yes, they are really brilliant!" Rose commented as my hand continued to tremble. "After we clean them up, they will sparkle even more," the woman commented. "Rose, what do you think; do you think they will look alright on Marlene? Do you think that she'll like them?" I was so nervous; i wanted everything to be perfect for my Marlene. "Mike, I think that she'll absolutely love them," Rose reassured me. "Sir, they are indeed beautiful, and they're even forty percent off!" the woman said in a cheerful sales voice. "Please, call me Mike; and forty percent off of what, a million dollars?" I replied nervously. Rose and the sales woman laughed at my candor. She pulled out her calculator and tapped in a couple of numbers, giving me the price of the earrings. "Jesus Christ!" I said in a long groan. "And I still need to get her the necklace." "Do you have to get a necklace, Mike? Is it necessary?" Rose asked, trying her best to find a resolution to my dilemma. "Yes, Rose, I want this to be perfect; I want to hear Marlene's reaction, and most of all, hear the happiness in her voice." The saleswoman began to tear up after listening to my words and told me that she would see if she could do anything else to help with the price. I asked her to hold onto the earrings until we picked out a necklace. After holding several of the delicate necklaces in my hand and touching the diamond cross', we picked out the daintiest one with the most sparkle. "Sir...Mike," the saleswoman began, " This is also on sale, and the price is going to surprise you! I can't believe that no one has purchased this one yet, it's gorgeous!" "Yeah, Mike, it's almost like someone purposely left it there for you," Rose commented. "Wait here guys, I'm going to speak to my manager to see if we can work on the price for the both of them together," the woman said as she left with the two pieces of jewerly. "Oh God, the old, I'm going to talk to my manager thing," I sarcastically said, "I feel like I'm buying a fricking car." Rose shushed me and smacked my back as she laughed at my comment. "Keep quiet, here she comes," Rose warned. The saleswoman came back with a big smile on her face and told us what the manager said he could do about the price. I was quite happy when she revealed the final price and asked her if she could wrap them for me after she cleaned them. She happily agreed and asked us to take a look around while she prepared the two pieces of jewelry. "Rose," I began to ask, "Do you think that we can take a look at engagement rings while we're waiting?" "Mike, you're kidding, really, really?" she exclaimed out loud, "You and Marlene? You're going to ask her to get married?" Oh my god, we love Marlene, we all absolutely love her," she said as tears began to run down her cheek. "Easy there, little sister; yes, I'm going to marry Marlene, but I'm going to wait until after the holidays and get these bills paid off." Rose grabbed my hand and dragged me to the cases that held the engagement rings. As she brought me up to the case, I told her that I thought that a pear shaped diamond would be best for Marlene's long slender fingers. She agreed as she pressed her nose down to the glass and reviewed the brilliant rings. "Oh Mike, I can't wait, this is so exciting... Oh my God, this one is gorgeous and it has Marlene written all over it," she gasped as she excitedly grabbed onto my arm. Rose looked up and waved our saleswoman over. The woman greeted us with the two wrapped pieces of jewelry. "Here you go, Mike, all wrapped and ready for Santa to deliver," she said, taking my hand and resting it on top of the two boxes. "What color wrapping paper?" I asked. "Silver," she answered. I looked up at her with a stunned look. "Actually, it's silver with a blue ribbon and bow on each; is that alright, or would you prefer another color?" "Um, no, silver is perfect," I said in a trembling voice. "Are you alright, Mike?" Rose asked after hearing my shaky voice. "No, yeah, I'm fine; I was just thinking of something," I replied. "Are you sure?" Rose asked again. "Yeah, Rose, I'm fine." "OK, well, can we see that ring right there?" I heard Rose ask the saleswoman. The woman unlocked the case and reached her hand inside to retrieve the ring that my sister was pointing to. "This one?" she asked. "No, the pear shaped one next to it," Rose replied. The woman picked up the velvet case and placed it on the glass counter in front of us. "Oh my God, Mike, this is absolutely stunning!" "Is it alright if I feel it?" I asked the woman. "Sure, let me place it on this black velvet mat, and you can pick it up, Mike." "Mike, you should see how brilliant it is against the black," Rose exclaimed. I held out my palm and asked Rose to hand it to me. My hand shook once again as I felt the weight of the ring against my skin. I picked it up by the metal ring and lightly touched the diamond. "Mike, it's white gold, and the diamond is lying in a wishbone setting, which has tiny diamonds running along the setting and onto the ring," the woman explained. "You're going to be engaged soon?" she asked. "Sometime after the holidays," I answered as my finger ran across the pear shaped diamond. "Most likely after Valentine's Day, so I can get these Christmas bills paid off." "It truly is stunning!" the woman added. "How stunning?" I asked, not talking about the brilliance of the ring. The woman looked at the tag on the case that held the ring and told me the price. I coughed and placed the ring down on the velvet matt. I paid less for my first car!" I studdered as I held my hand to my chest. "We could probably take twenty percent off of the price," the saleswoman replied, laughing at my response to the original amount. "I don't have that kind of money right now, or ever, for that fact," I said. "Mike, will you let me and Matthew help you out, and you can pay us back in monthly payments?" Rose asked. "Rose, that is so sweet of you and Matt, but I don't know," I replied. My body began to shake and i could feel the blood draining from my face. I could feel the perspiration forming on my forehead as everything was finally sinking in. I was going to ask the most beautiful, the most precious person that I could ever dreamed up, the woman that I loved and adored, to marry me. "Mike, are you alright? You don't look good," Rose said, "Here, sit down in this chair for a minute." I sat down and placed my head in my hands, rubbing my temples as a feeling of uncertainty filled my brain. Was I good enough for Marlene? Would I be a good enough husband? Would she eventually get tired of my blindness like most of the other women had? Would Marlene leave me one day for someone better? In reality, I knew the answer to my questions. Marlene loved me more than words could describe; she told me. She promised that she would never leave me. She said that she fell in love with me the first time she saw me and Misty walk down her street. She was the one who came up with the plan to meet me. What was I thinking? Of course she loved me and wanted to marry me and live the rest of her life with me. I looked up at the woman who was standing silent behind the jewelry case. "Can you hold that for me?" "We can hold it for thirty days, but we need to have a deposit of ten percent in order to do so," she softly said. I heard Rose ruffling through her pocket book and say, "Here, put it on hold for us." "Rose, no..." "Be quiet, Mike, I'm putting this ring on hold," she said in a sharp, firm tone. The saleswoman leaned over the counter while placing the ring back into the case and whispered, "The price will be discounted the day after Valentine's Day, so put it on hold for the first thirty days, come back in and we'll take it off hold and immediatley put it back on for another thirty days. That will get you past Valentine's Day and we can discount it then." "Will you do that for me?" I asked, staring her in the face. "Yes, just make sure that I'm here when you come in each time," she whispered as she began to fill out the paperwork. Rose thanked her over and over again, saying how absoolutely stunning the ring will look on Marlene's finger. After finishing up with the papers and signing my life away, we thanked the woman, took her card from her, paid for my Christmas purchases, and left the store. "Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God," Rose rapidly said the moment that we exited the store. "Mike, I am so happy for you! I'm ecstatic and I can't wait to tell Matthew!" "Rose, you can tell Matt, but promise that you won't tell anyone else. I don't want anyone to slip in front of Marlene. I want this to be a total surprise," I said. "OK, Mike, I promise, I won't tell anyone, not even Matthew; he would be the one who lets the cat out of the bag. Oh, I am so excited; this is so great!" "Yes, it is great, isn't it?" I replied. "Rose, Marlene will be happy, right?" "Mike, of course she'll be happy; she'll be thrilled to death! You know that she's going to cry, right?" "Yes, I know she's going to cry. And she'll cry every time that she looks at it on her finger," I chuckled. "How about some lunch?" Rose asked. "No thanks, I feel like I'm going to throw up!" I said with a half smile. "Mike, I have to tell you; that ring is absolutely stunning. It is just gorgeous." My little sister and me spent the rest of the afternoon wrapping Marlene and Monica's gifts. She did a perfect job with each of Marlene's gifts, wrapping each gift with a steel blue paper and red ribbon, curling it with the scissors after tying it together in the middle of each box. It was my job to top off each one with a red bow and fill out the card. With Rose's help, I carefully wrote, To: Marlene... From: Santa, in the best print that I could manage. Rose helped me carry the gifts down to the basement and place them on my workbench in the shop. I didn't have the other gifts that the girls talked me into buying at the adult store; I would take care of them myself. I also decided that I wasn't going to give Marlene the porno movie the girls picked out. It just happened to have three women and one guy on the cover, and I wasn't going there. I would give it to my buddy Frankie. He loved that stuff and could jerk off to it after having a few drinks after his Christmas dinner! ********** ******** Christmas Eve was finally here! I was going out of my mind, not bbeing able to wait until my beautiful Marlene walked through the door. It was going to be a wonderful night! I bought a bottle of wine, cheese and crackers, and had the nostalgic holiday songs from the past playing low on the stereo. I had placed Marlene's gifts under the tree and in her stocking. I nervously paced the house, trying to make sure that everything was in place. I had decorated the bushes in front of the house, and placed a white candle in every window. Finally, I heard it; the closing of a car door in the driveway! The familiar sound of Marlene's heels tapping on the cement walkway. Misty was waiting at the door, wildly wagging her tail in anticipation of seeing her mommy! "My tail would be wagging like that too if I had one," I laughed to myself. Misty was doing her dance at the door before leaning down and letting out a long playful stretch with her butt raised in the air. The door opened and the cold December air rushed into the room. "Hi Handsome! Oh my God, it's beautiful in here!" she gasped as she tried to walk past Misty. "Hi there, Misty-girl, how are you? Are you ready for Santa to come tonight?" she asked in a high pitched voice. Misty dropped to the floor as usual and raised her belly for Marlene to rub. "Misty, you'll never change, will you?" she laughed as she bent over and gave the Lab her belly rub. I walked towards Marlene; I couldn't wait any longer. "Hi Gorgeous, Merry Christmas!" I said with a huge smile plastered across my face. "Hi my love, Merry Christmas to you too!" she said as she stepped over Misty and ran into my arms. I squeezed her body into mine, harder than I had ever done in the past. "I love you so much," I tearfully whispered. "Michael, I love you so much too; what's the matter?" "Nothing Sweetheart, I'm just so happy... Finally, a Christmas with the woman that I absolutely adore," I replied as I continued to hold her tightly. I leaned my head back and kissed her passionately. Our tongues sensually danced together and our lips magically slid against each other. Marlene moaned in my mouth and took ahold of my hair, pulling me harder into her as we stood alone; the two lost souls, the two lovers who became one. Our kiss lasted for a good while before we had to come up for air. "Wow," she gasped. "Yeah, wow is right," I replied, breathing heavily. "I haven't even taken my coat off yet!" She said as I pictured her sparkling eyes staring deep into my very soul. "I have to run out to the truck to bring some things in." "Do you need any help?" I asked. "No, well, you can hold the door open for me, OK?" "Yep, I can handle that," I replied as I tried to grab her ass through her long coat when she walked by. "Hey, you better be good or Santa is going to put coal in your stocking," she giggled. Marlene made four trips to the truck, returning three times with presents, and the last time with her overnight bag. "Marlene, that sounds like a lot of stuff, you better not had bought too much," I said to her with concern. "Hush you, some of this is for Monica," she giggled. "Speaking of buying too much; it looks like Santa already came! Michael, this better not be all for me!" "Um, uh, no...some is, uh for..." I stammered. "Michael! I'm going to..." she began. "Now, now, you better behave yourself or Santa will come and take your gifts back," I replied with a grin. "How about you get yourself settled and I'll get us a glass of wine," I suggested as I brushed my lips across her nose. "You're going to have wine too?" she asked in surprise. "Yeah, I'll share a glass with you!" I opened the bottle of wine and poured it into our glasses, carrying both out to Marlene who was bending over and placing her gifts under the tree. "Here you go, Sweetheart," I said as I bumped into her ass. "Oops, sorry, I didn't know you were there," I laughed. "Yeah, sure you didn't; I swear, you can see, and know exactly what you're doing!" Marlene stood up and took a glass from my hand. "Sweetheart, can you take mine too, and put it on the end table? I cut up some pepper jack cheese that I want to bring out." I returned with the cheese and crackers, placing them on the table next to Marlene. I sat down close to her and she handed me a glass of wine. "A toast?" she asked. "Sure, you or me?" "I'll do it!" she replied with a smile in her voice. "To the love of my life; to the man that I absolutely adore. To our very first Christmas together, and for the infinite ones that are to follow! I love you, Michael, Merry Christmas, Love," she whimpered. "Merry Christmas to you too, my beautiful, beautiful baby! I love you more than life itself," I tearfully replied. Our glasses clinged together, as we hooked our arms around the other, and sipped our wine. We sat close, leaning into each other, sipping wine, and feeding each other cheese and crackers. The room was magically quiet with the exception of the low music from the stereo. "Oh Holy Night" played as I sat there in Marlene's arms, picturing the beauty of the twinkling lights on the tree along with the perfectly wrapped gifts that Santa had left. "Michael?" "What Sweetheart?" "I have never been more happy, more relaxed, and more content in my life," she whispered as she traced her long nails across my cheek. "I never thought that I would celebrate a nice Christmas again," I replied with my eyes closed, soaking in her touch on my face. "What are you wearing tonight?" I asked. "Do you mean now, or tonight?" she giggled. "Now," I laughed. "A white sweater, jeans, and black high heels," she answered, taking my hand and placing it on her breast. Her nipples were pressing through the ultra soft sweater as my hand rested over it. "I think that this sweater is defective," I said with a grin. "What do you mean?" she asked. "It has a bump pointing out of it! I whispered with a smile. "Hmm, I guess I'll have to take it off and return it to the store," she seductively whispered against my lips. "I think you're right," I replied as my smile widened against her. Marlene placed her glass on the end table, reached down and pulled the white sweater up and over her head, shaking out her hair after the piece of clothing was removed completely. She turned her back and laid into my chest. I cupped her breasts in my hands, softly trailing my fingers around the perimeter of her tender flesh. I continued circling them, closing in to her wrinkled areolas and incredibly hard nipples. "Oh Michael, yes, that feels so good," she moaned as my fingers finally circled onto her nipples, taking them and squeezing them gently. Marlene stretched her arms back behind my neck and held me. Her tits pushed out proud and beautiful, waiting to be further caressed. "Michael, yes, please squeeze them harder...please...please," she begged as she lifted her back and press her tits harder into my hands. I released her nipples and cupped my hands under her breasts, lifting them up and pressing them together. "Oh God yes," Marlene gasped as her hands fell forward from my neck and covered mine, forcing them harder against her tits. Marlene was gasping and groaning as her hands continued guiding mine into her firm tits. Silver Pt. 07 I let go of her breast, taking ahold of hers and placing them onto her nipples. "Go ahead, Sweetheart, squeeze your beautiful tits for me," I said as I slid my hands down her stomach and unsnapped her jeans. I slid my hand along the tender skin of her pelvis after unzipping the denim material and pushing it down over her hips. My finger began to caress the lacey material of her thong, running over the already moist lips of her pussy. Marlene jerked on top of me as I begged her to play with her beautiful tits while slipping my hand into her panties and on to her smooth pussy. "C'mon Marlene, squeeze your nipples, tell me what you're doing; tell me while I play with your hot pussy." Marlene was going wild as my words encouraged her. "Michael, my nipples are so hard, so sensitive, yes, I'm pinching and twisting them. Oh God yes, rub my pussy, please, put your finger...in...oh...yes...inside of...my...pussy." My finger disappeared between Marlene's wet lips and slowly entered her, pressing against the soft walls. My palm rested against her clit as my finger slid in and out. "Jesus, Michael, yes, fuck my pussy, please...yes...oh God...please," she begged as her hips bucked against my hand. "Oh, my tits are so hard, my pussy is so hot, god, yes, I'm going...to...come...Mich...ael." I increased the speed of my finger as Marlene begged and pleaded for me to fuck her pussy. As her orgasm approached, I withdrew my finger and pressed it hard against her clit, sending her over the edge. "Michael, Mich..ael, I'm...coming, yes, oh God, yes," she cried as her hands released her tits and pressed my hand harder against her clit, rubbing it agressively. Her back arched high off of my chest as her orgasm flooded her body. She held my hand on her pussy as it grinded against it. Her head was tossing back and forth across my chest as she spasmed on top of me. "It won't stop... I'm coming again...again...oh...God, again," she wailed. She pulled my hand off of her pussy and sucked my fingers into her mouth, licking her juices as her body jerked wildly before suddenly dropping against me. Marlene was straining to breathe as her sweaty body panted and gasped for air. "Oh...oh...my...God, Mich...ael, I can't...stop...coming..." She rolled onto her side on top of me, pulling her knees up into a fetal position. I held onto her so she wouldn't fall off of the sofa as she continued to gather air into her lungs. I placed my hand on her heaving back and rubbed it gently until she could finally speak again. "Michael," she whimpered, "You have to stop doing that to me; I can't believe what you do and how you make me feel." "Did you say that you were going to be wearing something different later on tonight?" I asked with a grin. "I felt Marlene's body begin to shake as she laughed, "You are absolutely impossible! You're insane." Marlene straightened her legs out and stretched her head back, reaching up and giving me a soft kiss. Her delicate hand caressed my face as her lips gently pressed into mine. As I felt her fingers on my face, I pictured the ring that would soon be gracing it. I let out a smile as the sight of the sparkling ring laid perfectly against her slender finger. "What are you thinking about, Handsome?" Marlene asked as her hand continued to hold my face. "Just how beautiful you are, and how lucky I am," I grinned. "Ooohhh, Michael Francis, sometimes you make me crazy... You are so..." "Michael Francis?" I laughed, feelling her body rise and fall as my chest spasmed. "I must be in big trouble, you used my middle name," I continued. "You're going to be in more than trouble, buddyboy," she giggled in frustration. I took her tits into my hands once again and mindlessly caressed them. "Your tits are beautiful," I whispered. Marlene let out a little whimper as my finger playfully circled her areola. "You have perfect breasts, Marlene; do you know that?" I asked while my fingers casually danced around their perimeter. "Michael... Oh, thank you, Sweetheart... Oh, that feels so nice," she gasped. I pictured her with her eyes closed as her nipples raised up high and proud. "I love to feel your nipples in between my fingers, and it is so sexy when your areolas crinkle with excitement," I whispered again, listening to her breathing begin to increase. "I love when you rub the head of my cock around them and spread my cum over them," I continued. "Michael, I want to feel your cum on my tits; I want to feel your cock on my nipples," she moaned as my hands trickled over her soft, tender flesh. "I love when you tease me buy dragging them over my face." Marlene's breathing was getting rapid as my words continued. "I'm going, I am...coming," she whimpered while my fingers lightly touched her nipples. "Oh God, please...please...yes, I'm coming," she breathed out loud. Marlene's body quivered and her hand dropped down between her legs as her third orgasm ripped through her body. She suddenly flipped over, and agressively ground her pussy against me. She humped her entire body on me and I could feel her titss tugging against my skin. "Michael, Michael, Michael," she gasped as she continued to rub against me. As the words left her mouth, her body fell limp into me and tears poured from her eyes, pooling into the valley of my chest. She wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me, telling me over and over how much she loved me. I stroked her hair, letting the soft strands run through my fingers. "Why do you treat me so nice?" she asked with a sniffle. "Why are you always so thoughtful, so giving, so gentle one moment, and defending me like a lion the next?" "Because I love you," was all I said and all that I would ever need to say. And all was right on that first Christmas together. ********** ********** Marlene returned from the bathroom wearing her sweater. She cuddled into me and asked, "Do you want to open presents tonight, or wait until tomorrow morning?" "Sweetheart, there is no stinking way that I can wait until tomorrow," I laughed. "I have been waiting weeks for this night, and quite frankly, I can't take it any more!" "It looks like we're opening gifts then," she giggled as she reached up and pinched my cheek. "C'mon, Handsome, let's sit on the floor and see what Santa Brought." We sat on the floor like two small children on Christmas morning. We each handed the other the first present. Me, being the bigger child, ripped the paper from the box and lifted the lid. After unfolding the tissue paper, I pulled out a button down shirt. "It's navy blue," Marlene said. "You were born to wear navy!" "Thank you, Sweetheart, I need new shirts!" I said with a smile. Marlene delicately unwrapped the paper from her box. She suddenly stopped and looked at me. I could feel her eyes staring at me in hesitation. I remembered her telling me the story about her ex-husband telling her to "just rip the shit off" in front of Ed, Janet, and her mom at her forty-fifth birthday celebration. She was unwrapping the box containing the brass law firm plaque that Janet and Ed had saved which contained the Cassidy name. It was the night that she became a partner in the law firm, and the night her husband would bring her home and brutally beat her. As a tear began to roll down my face, I gently placed my hand over hers and said, "Go ahead, Sweetheart, you're doing fine." Marlene wiped the tear from my face before continuing to remove the paper and lifting the lid. she pulled back the tissue paper and lifted the beautiful black Cashmere sweater from the box. "Oh Michael, this is gorgeous; it's so soft, I love it. You shouldn't have," she exclaimed. After refolding the sweater, she reached in the box again and lifted out a long denim skirt. "It's beautiful; how did you manage to do this?" "Elves," I grinned. "You might as well open this one too," I said as I handed her another box which contained a hot pink version of the black sweater, and a black denim skirt. "Michael, stop, you shouldn't have done this," she exclaimed as she held the soft sweater against her face. "That will probably feel better against your tits," I said with a grin. "Oh yes, I'm certainly going to find out soon," she laughed as she placed the sweater and skirt back in the box. I opened the next box Marlene handed me and pulled out three pair of bikini underwear. "Oh my, these things are going to strangle the boys," I laughed. "Do I get to model them later?" I asked. "Yes, one at a time," Marlene replied in a teasing voice. "Let me describe them... OK, so the pair you have in your hand are red, and it has the word, SEXY written in black down the middle." "Oh baby!" I said before picking up the second pair. "Those are blue and in gold print, have the words, BITE Me, written across them. The last pair are black, and have the word STUD, written in silver across them." "Stud huh?" I laughed as I kissed her. "Yes, you're my stud," she giggled. Marlene opened the box of perfume that I bought, thanking me over and over, saying that she was thinking of purchasing the very same kind. "Thank you, girls," I thought to myself. "How did you know?" she asked. "I just really liked the sexy scent, and thought that it would smell edible on you," I replied in a fib. Marlene slid a box over to me. "This is kind of heavy, so just rip off the paper here on the floor," she advised me. Again, I ripped the paper from the box, not having a clue to what it was. I looked to Marlene for assistance. "Oh Michael, I hate when you use those tools downstairs in your shop, but I bought you a combination disc, belt, drum sander. It comes with a stand." "Marlene, thank you so much; where did you get this? How did you know I needed it?" "A little birdie told me," she giggled. "Wow, this is great!" I replied, giving her a big kiss. "Thank you so much, Sweetheart!" "Just be careful with that thing; I don't want to be responsible for you getting hurt," she nervously said. Now it was my turn to slide a larger box over to Marlene as the floor was filling up with wrapping paper and boxes. "Michael, what in God's name is this?" she gasped. "I don't know, you'll have to ask Santa! Or you could just open it and see," I laughed. The box was too large for Marlene to open in her usual gentle fashion, so she stuck her long nails into the paper and tore it off in one long swoop. "Good girl!" I laughed. "Michael, what is this?" she asked as she folded back the lid from the box. "Oh, oh...my...God," she gasped as she pulled the long leather coat from the box. She raised up onto her feet and held the soft brown leather coat in front of her. "Michael, no, this is too much... Oh my god, it's beautiful, just beautiful," she said in a trembling voice. "Why don't you try it on and see if it fits alright," I suggested. "I have the receipt if you need to exchange it for another size or color." I stood up and helped Marlene into the leather coat. She slipped into it and pulled it closed in front of her. "Michael, it fits perfectly; where did you get this?" she asked in a shocked voice. "Santa," I replied. "No Michael, where did you get this? You went way overboard," she continued. "You'll have to take it up with Santa," I replied. "Oh, don't you worry; I'll be taking it up with Santa alright!" she sighed. "It's gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous; I can't wait to wear it to work! I've been wearing an old ratty one for years," she said with a big smile to her voice. "Here, you might want to open this one too," I said as I handed her the box which contained the white scarf and brown leather gloves. "You are in serious trouble, Mister," she warned as she opened the box. "Gloves and a scarf! I'm going to... They're beautiful and they match the coat!" "You're going to look like the cat's meow when you go into work Monday!" I said. Marlene tried on the gloves, taking my hand and rubbing them over the soft leather that tightly encased her hand. "Marlene, that is so sexy," I whispered. "I can just picture you in the coat along with your gloves. God, you are so unbelievably sexy!" "Maybe I'll wrap these gloves around something, and you can feel how soft they really are!" she teased. "OK, I have to sit down because I am about to pass out," I replied. Marlene laughed as she removed her gloves and coat, returning them to their respective boxes. "OK, Handsome, there's another box here for you," she said with a big smile to her voice. I was sitting on the sofa when she handed me the box. It wasn't big; in fact, it was fairly small. I removed the wrapping paper and pulled out another pair of bikini underwear. "More underwear?" I asked, looking up at her in surprise. "It's not underwear, it's a bathing suit silly! There's something else in there," she continued. I reached in the box and pulled out an envelope. Looking at Marlene, I opened it, and pulled out a couple pieces of paper. "What?" I asked. "Two tickets to the French island ofSaint Barthelemy in the Caribbean," she excitedly said. "It's one of the top ten sexiest beaches in the world! We're going atthe the end of February and I'll be wearing my silver string bikini!" "Marlene, no, you're kidding me right?" "No, I'm not, so you better get working on that tan because you are going to be wearing that black skimpy bathing suit, Handsome!" "Marlene, no, this is way too much; this is way, way too much," I said as I looked up at her and my hands shook. "It's not too much; I've always wanted to visit the French island, and you're going with me! Or, should I say that I'm going with you!" I was stunned to say the least; I had never been to the islands, yet alone the Caribbean. And I would be accompanied by a gorgeous woman, who would be wearing a silver micro-bikini which barely covered her tits or pussy. "Marlene, I don't know what to say; this is unreal... I ..." "You don't have to say anything else, Handsome; the look on your face is enough!" Marlene said as she leaned down, took the papers from my hand, and gave me a soft kiss. "Merry Christmas my adorable, Michael," she whispered. "There's, um...some...things in your, um, stocking," I studdered. "Santa left me something in my stocking too?" she asked in surprise, giggling like a child. Marlene walked over to the fireplace and retrieved her stocking before sitting down next to me on the sofa. She reached in and grabbed the first thing that she felt. "KY jelly from Santa?" she mused. "I wonder what he is going to do with this?" "It's your present, so I wonder what you are going to do with it? And maybe include Santa?" I replied. "Mmm, I have some ideas that might have me getting coal in my stocking next year," she said in a sultry voice. My cock grew harder in my pants as I listened to Marlene's words, dreaming what she had in mind. "Hey, are you still with me? Or are you maybe, um, thinking of something else?" she moaned as she raked her long nails down my arm. "Um, probably something else," I replied with a red face. "Oohhh, you're bad, little boy; Santa might have to return and take your gifts back to the North Pole," she purred in my ear. Marlene reached ddown and rubbed the hard on in my pants. "Speaking of poles," she breathed in my ear. "There's more in your stoccking," I said in a shaky voice. Marlene reached in and again pulled out the first thing that hit her hand. "Santa, you bad, bad boy... I need one of these; my old one just isn't doing the trick anymore," she said in a sexy voice as she held her new vibrator in her hand. "I might just have to use my new gift tonight to make sure it works!" she continued to tease. "Michael, thank you, Sweetheart; who brought you out to get this?" "Elves," I replied again with a smile. "Wow, this is really nice... I can't wait to try it out! And maybe use it on myself too!" she teased. Marlene knew how to drive me absolutely crazy with her verbal talents. From the very first night that I met her, she quickly learned how to use her voice to seduce me. And she was incredibly good at it! "Marlene... There's more..." Marlene reached in and pulled out the first wrapped box. "Michael, this is beautifully wrapped! It's silver with a beautiful blue ribbon and bow." She delicately unwrapped the box, and it seemed like she folded the paper and placed it next to her. She opened the box and gasped, "Michael... Oh my god... They're beautiful, they're gorgeous, brilliant, and sparkly! This is too much, too, too much..." "What did Santa leave you there, Sweetheart?" I asked with a smile, enjoying the surprise in her voice. "He left me...beautiful, diamond...stud...earrings," she whispered in a shaky voice. "Michael, this is so much... So, so much!" "Before you soak your face with tears, there's another box in there," I said. "Michael, no..." she said as she pulled the last box from her stocking. She unwrapped the box and opened it. "This is beautiful!" she whispered. "Absoluttely beautiful... I've always wanted to wear a cross around my neck, but this one is gorgeous. It's laced with diamonds; do you know that?" she asked in shock. "Is it?" I laughed. "Yes, Michael, it matches my earrings! Oh wait, what am I saying? Of course you know it's a diamond cross! Can you help me put it on?" she asked. "I'm going to put my earrings on afterwards to see what they look like, OK?" "Sure Sweetheart, I think that's a great idea," I assured her. I don't believe Marlene ever felt safe during Christmas. I don't believe from the way she was speaking, she ever received a thoughtful gift in her adult life. It sounded to me, this was her very first Christmas. The child finally came out from her, and she knew that all was right on this Christmas Eve. She gently removed the necklace from the box and asked if I could help her. I laughed when I felt the size of the clasp that I had to connect. "Just make pretend that it's my bra, Handsome," she giggled. "Marlene, I'm only good at taking them off, not putting them on," I laughed My fat shaky fingers made a couple of attempts before she asked if I would like her to give it a try. I happily agreed and on the first try, Marlene had the necklace clasped around her neck. I could picture the sparkling cross dangling down and resting on her white sweater. "I'm going to run into the bathroom and put my earrings in, OK Handsome?" "Go ahead Sweetheart, take your time," I replied. Marlene scampered back to the bathroom. I could hear her heels tapping at a quick pace down the hallway. While she was doing her thing, I began to collect the wrapping paper that was shrewn about the room. I crumpled the paper into a ball as I gathered up each piece that I came across. "Oh my God, they're gorgeous," she screamed into the mirror. In seconds, Marlene was running down the hallway in tears before jumping into me as I stood with a ball of paper in my hands. "Michael..." she cried uncontrollably, "They're absolutely gorgeous; everything is just gorgeous... I've never had anything close to this," she tearfully cried into my shoulder. "No one has ever treated me this way; no one cared... No one ever put as much thought into any gift," she cried, still shaking against my body. "It's OK, Sweetheart, it's OK... You'll never have to worry about anything again," I said in a comforting voice while rubbing her back. "You're always thought of, Marlene... Every minute of the day, every song that I hear, every thing that I do, I think of you. That will never end, Honey, it will never end..." "Michael... I love you so much... You are the sweetest person that was ever put on this earth... I'm not used to this; it's like my very first Christmas," she cried as she held onto my hair. "My very first Christmas, very first..." "So tell me, what does it look like?"