4 comments/ 14837 views/ 7 favorites Two Hearts By: Hocky9377 Roger walked through the door wondering what was going to be in store for him this time. As he walked down the hallway, he remembered the first two dates he went on through "Two Hearts Dating Service." The first one, Janice, went horribly wrong. She was not what he was expecting at all, full of piercings and tattoos. The second, Patricia, was so full of herself and consumed with her cell phone that they never had a conversation. He thought that if he would have walked out halfway through dinner, she wouldn't have even noticed. He opened the door to the office of the service. He sat waiting to see Mrs. Harris, the director of the agency, in the reception area and looked at all the pictures of the happy couples she had matched. He began to wonder why he was here in the first place. Then he remembered how he could never seem to find the right girl for him. They were always the ones that were either a little psycho and would always turn up wherever he went, or they were the kind that would cheat on him just a few weeks into their relationship. He didn't trust himself to find the right one for him, so he took his best friend's advice and signed up at Two Hearts. The door off of the reception area opened and Mrs. Harris came out to greet Roger. She was an older lady who wore too much jewelry and make-up. With each step toward him her bracelets and necklaces jangled and clanged together. Roger stood up and they shook hands before she took him back to her office. "Now, I know things have not gone exactly to plan over the last couple of weeks, but I think we have finally found what you are looking for," Mrs. Harris said as they sat down. "Her name is Cassandra. She is just about your age, in her early-20s. Here is her picture." She gave the photo to Roger. He looked down and was happy to see it. Cassandra had dark hair and hazel eyes, with a slight tint of green in them. Roger was smiling when he looked back up at Mrs. Harris. "She is gorgeous," he said. "She has agreed to go out on the date?" "Yes," Mrs. Harris told him. "In fact, she is awaiting your call. She is looking forward to meeting you. I think we may have found you the right one, Roger." He took Cassandra's phone number from the receptionist, hurried home and called her. The two agreed on a date that night, with both of them driving to the restaurant and meeting there. Roger was very nervous, and for him that was unusual. He never got nervous before going out on a date, especially with the other two girls from the agency. He got dressed in jeans and a suit jacket with a nice collared shirt, and headed downtown. After parking his car, Roger walked through the door of the restaurant and saw Cassandra sitting down by the maitre' d's podium looking at the menu. He remembered her picture and thought that it didn't really do her justice. She was wearing her long hair down, so it cascaded a little past her shoulders, a nice pair of black slacks and a sweater. He also noticed she was wearing a pair of glasses. "Cassandra?" he said as he walked up to her. She looked up, smiled at him, said "Roger," and extended her hand. Just then, the hostess came up to them and told them that their table was ready. When they sat down, Roger kept staring at her. He could tell she noticed it, but was trying to keep her eyes on the menu she was studying. "I-I-I'm sorry," he stammered, "but the picture you have at the agency is not a good likeness of you." Cassandra's eyes got wide, as if she were offended. "What do you mean?" "No, no . . . Don't get me wrong," he tried to recover. "I just meant that you are much prettier in person than in that photo. And you are stunning in the picture." She started to turn red. "Thanks," she said as she tucked at few strands of hair behind her left ear. Their waitress came over and took their orders while the two of them started getting to know each other. They discussed what each of them did for a living, how they spent their free time, and why each of them ended up going to the dating service in the first place. "I just moved here," Cassandra said. "A new city and state, so I know no one. All of the guys at work are so full of themselves that I would never want to date them. And, to be honest, none of them are very attractive. Older, much older." Roger started laughing as she smiled at him. "That's horrible," he managed to say through it. "But its true," she said starting to laugh with him. "A couple of them could be old enough to be my grandfather. That's just wrong." She stared at him, smiling. "Your turn. Why did you go to Mrs. Harris?" He took a deep breath and a sip of his wine. "I can't seem to find the right girl," he said. "Every girl I go out with is either too shallow, turns out to be a mental case, or sleeps with half of the guys in town. So, my friend talked me into signing up. He said that since he found his present girlfriend through them, he thought they could help me find the right one." "And have they?" "So far, no," he said. "But then again, you are the third woman I have met through them and this seems to be going much better than the first two." "Number three, huh?" she said. "What were the first two like?" "Horrifying," he said, causing her to laugh. "What do you mean?" "The first one," he said before he swallowed a bite of bread, "was full of piercings. Not just a couple here or there. I mean they were everywhere. She looked like a pin cushion." "It couldn't have been that bad," she said with a giggle. "You have no idea," he said. "I bet that if she were to board a plane, she would have to spend an hour taking them all out just to walk through the metal detector." "Oooo, that's bad," she said. "Yep," he said, nodding. "And the second one was attached to the ear with her cell phone. The damn thing must have rang about twenty times just during dinner." "No!" she said, smiling widely. "It's true," he said. "Made me want to throw mine in a lake somewhere." "I'll bet." "How about you? How many bad ones have you been on?" "This is actually my first," she said. "Really? And how are you liking it so far?" "Can't complain . . . but will have to reserve judgment for later," she said with a smirk. They finished their meal and continued to talk about everything. When the waitress came over with the check, Roger paid it, and the two of them got up and left. "What are your plans for the rest of the evening?" Roger asked as he walked Cassandra to her car. "Nothing, really," she answered. "Why?" "Want to go for a ride with me?" he asked tentatively. "Where would you be taking me?" "Just for a walk along the beach," he said. "That alright?" "Sure. Let's go. But, how about I follow you there?" "That's fine," he said. "Try to keep up," he smirked at her. They got into their cars and headed off to a small beach at the north end of the city. They parked their cars and walked in the sand, each with their shoes in their hands. "This beach is not that long, is it?" she asked. Roger looked around. The beach ended at one end with a cliff, and a few hundred yards down, it curved into the water. "Yeah, it is short, but it's very nice," he said. "When we get to that little bend over there, you can see right into the city. Very nice view." "Sounds like you've been here before," she said. "A few times," he admitted. "I like to come down here to think about things. Clears my head. I love the ocean." "How many girls have you brought here?" "Honestly, you are the second," he said. "The first one was way back in high school, so it has been a while." They took a few more steps before he said, "Can I ask you something?" She nodded. "In your picture that Mrs. Harris gave me, you weren't wearing the glasses. Why?" "She said I would look better without them," she said. "She's an idiot," he said to her. "I think you looked great in the picture, but I think I like you more with them than without." "Thanks." They walked and talked along the beach, going up and down the same stretch of sand a few times. They lost track of time, and soon the city police were ushering them off of the beach. Roger escorted Cassandra to her car. There they said their good-nites, Roger kissed her cheek, and they left. Roger wanted to wait a couple of days before calling her, but found that to be too difficult, so he settled for the next night. He dialed her number with those butterflies in his stomach once more. After four rings her answering machine picked up. "Hi! This is Cassie. I can't get to the phone right now, so leave me a message and I'll call ya back. Bye!" She heard her machine pick up just as she stepped out of the shower. After she threw her bathrobe on and opened the bathroom door, she heard Roger's voice. "Hi, Cassandra. This is Roger . . . Er . . . the guy from last night. But I guess you already knew that. Sorry, I never know what to say on these things . . . " "Hello?" she said as she picked up the phone. "Hi. I didn't think you were home," he said. "I just got out of the shower." "Oh . . . You have another date tonight?" his voice tinged with a little disappointment. "No, nothing like that," she said. "Just going out with a few of my friends. We have another friend who is getting married soon, so we are going to plan a surprise bridal shower for her." "Oh, okay," his voice picked back up. "Well, in that case, I was wondering if you would like to go out for lunch tomorrow?" "A Sunday afternoon date?" she asked slowly. "Yeah," he said sheepishly. "I thought it was too late to ask about tonight." "Just a little," she said with a giggle. "Yeah, tomorrow sounds fine. Do you want to meet me somewhere or come pick me up?" "I'll come get you," he said. "I'll call in the morning for directions. I don't want to make you late for your friends. Is 12:30 a good time to get you?" "Sounds great. See you then, Roger. Bye." She hung up the phone with a smile on her face. She liked him, and she had a good time on their first date. She had never been on a date in the afternoon before, so she was looking forward to it. Roger hung up the phone with his heart pounding in his chest. He had never felt this nervous with a girl before. He knew he made a complete ass of himself on the phone, but it didn't seem to matter to her. Now he had to figure out what they were going to do. Thinking quickly, he picked the phone up once more and dialed his brother's place of business. "Hi. Can I speak to Patrick, please? Hey, Pat, it's Roger. No, I'm not going to argue with you about that right now. I need a favor. Come on!! We were kids then . . . Can't you help your baby brother out just this one last time? Thanks, Pat. Here's what I need . . . " After fifteen minutes, Roger had told his brother everything he wanted and Patrick had agreed. "Patty, how much is this going to cost me? No, how much? You sure? You're a lifesaver. Can I come pick it up tomorrow about noon? Excellent. See you then." He hung up the phone and felt proud of himself. He now had a plan and the things that he would need to make a great impression on Cassandra. Sunday morning came and Roger went out to get some of the things he would need for his date. He showed up outside Cassandra's house at 12:30 p.m., went to the door, and they walked arm in arm to his car. He opened the door for her to get in, and closed it when she was seated, before running over to the driver's side and sliding in. In the car she could smell the food, but couldn't find it. She looked in the backseat and saw a very large picnic basket sitting on top of a big blanket, and a cooler. "A Sunday afternoon picnic?" Cassandra asked. "Yeah," Roger replied. "I figured it is such a nice day, it would be fun to just sit on a blanket in the park with something nice to eat, and talk some more. Sound good to you?" She nodded and they drove a short way to the nearest state park. It overlooked the ocean, and you could see the city from the top of the hill that they decided to lay the blanket out on, right under a large oak tree. Roger opened the basket and set a couple of plates out for them. The smell of the food filled the air around them. He pulled out a plate of fried chicken, some mashed potatoes, mixed veggies, and a couple of pieces of chocolate cake. Next he opened the cooler and brought out a bottle of wine and two glasses. "Wow. Looks like you come prepared," she said with a large smile. "Just want to make a good impression," Roger said. "You did that Friday night, but this just made your stock rise a bit more." He laughed as he popped the cork on the wine. He poured them each a glass, served the food, then they sat back, ate, and got to know each other better. When they had finished everything, Roger put the plates back in the basket, and refilled their glasses with the last of the wine. When he put the empty bottle back into the cooler, he found that Cassandra had slid over a bit so she was nestled into his side. He put his arm around her shoulders as he leaned up against the tree. "I have to say this is one of the nicest dates I have ever had," she said as she looked out over the water. "Thank you." "You're welcome, but it couldn't possibly be the nicest. I'm sure there have been better." "No. This is the apex. Good food, great food and very good company," she said. "I can't believe that you can cook like that." "Err . . . To tell the truth, I didn't cook all of that," he said slowly. "In fact, I didn't cook any of it. My brother is a chef, and he has his own restaurant in the city. I called him yesterday, told him about you and how I wanted to impress you, then asked if he could help me out. He agreed and all of that was from him." "He cooked all that today?" "Just this morning," Roger replied. "I picked it up about a half-hour before I got you." "Maybe he could give you some lessons," she teased. "I can hold my own in the kitchen, let me tell you," he defended himself, then as he raised his glass to his mouth, "but he is much better at it." "Oh, yeah?" she chided. "What can you make?" "Mac and cheese," he said as he took another sip from his glass. She laughed. "What? That's a gourmet meal." Still laughing, she rose up and kissed him. Roger smiled as she went back to her position. "Always knew being able to make that would pay off one day." Cassandra could not suppress her laughter as she poked him in the ribs. A little while later, they decided to leave the park and head to the beach about five miles away. Once there, they walked up the main street, looking in the shops and penny arcades, and took a ride on the carousel. They stayed at the beach until the sun went down, and as Roger drove her home, Cassandra lay her head on his shoulder, with both of her arms wrapped around his right one. When he pulled up in front of her house, he jumped out and opened the car door for her. He walked her to her door, holding her hand. "I want to thank you for today," she said. "I had a really nice time." "You're welcome, and so did I," he said as he smiled at her. "I want to see you again." "How about tomorrow night?" "I can do that," he said. "I will take you to meet my brother at his restaurant." "Sounds good," she said. "Good night, Roger." "'Nite." Then he leaned in and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he slid his hands to the small of her back. They held the kiss for a few seconds before breaking apart. He watched as she opened her door and went inside, saying good night one more time as she shut the door. Monday, Roger called his brother to thank him for the picnic basket, and to tell him that he was going to come by with Cassandra that night. He got off of work early, hurried home to shower and get ready before he headed over to pick her up. When he got there she was ready, wearing a nice dress that ended just above her knees. After helping her into the car, he got in and drove to his brother's place. The restaurant was a nice, rustic place called The American Grille. There was old time Americana pictures on the walls all over, an old wagon wheel next to the bar, and wooden barrels seemingly placed every twenty feet or so. Roger and Cassandra were taken into a back room, where there was a single table with two chairs, and three candles in the middle. The hostess gave them their menus after they were seated and told them that their waitress would be with them in a minute. When she left she closed the door, cutting off the room from the rest of the restaurant. "Did you do this?" Cassandra asked. "No," Roger said, smiling. "This I had absolutely nothing to do with. This would be all Patrick." No sooner were the words out of his mouth than the door opened and in walked an older version of Roger. He was a little taller than Roger's five-foot seven, but he had the same dark hair and eyes. "And speak of the devil," Roger said as his brother walked over to them. "This was unnecessary, but thanks. Patrick, this is Cassandra." Cassandra extended her hand. "Call me Cassie." "Pleasure meeting you, Cassie," Patrick said. "Roger has told me a bit about you. He called me last night and told me you two were coming tonight, so I had them get this room ready for you. Hope you enjoy it." He then turned to Roger. "You didn't tell me she was this pretty, though." "Some things I wanted to keep to myself until you met her," Roger replied. "Well, you two enjoy your meal. I have to head back to the kitchen. Nice meeting you, Cassie. Whatever you two want, just tell your server." He shook her hand again, then leaned in to Roger. "We are going to talk later." When Patrick left, Roger looked at her. "You didn't tell me you like to be called 'Cassie'." "I do, but for some reason, I like it when you call me by my full name," she said. "I can't explain it, but I do." She smiled over her menu at him and gave him a wink. They sat and looked over the menus. A few minutes later a waitress came in with two glasses of wine, and took their orders. Their food came quickly, and they were told that it was Patrick who had made their meals personally. Roger knew that since he owned the place, Patrick would usually just let the cooks do it all themselves with him overlooking everything. So to have him get back into the cooking at the restaurant, Roger knew that Patrick wanted to make tonight special for the two of them. After all of the good food and the wine, they decided to call it a night. Roger asked for the check, and was not too surprised to hear that Patrick had already taken care of it. "Can you tell him to come in here?" Roger asked the waitress. "Sorry, but he already left for the night," she told him. "Figures," he mumbled. "He knew I would not be happy that he did that, so he took off. Typical Patty." He looked back at the waitress. "Thank you. Everything was perfect," and he handed her the tip. They got up and left. Roger drove to Cassandra's house and she invited him inside. She had him sit on the couch while she went and got them a couple of drinks. They sat on the couch talking for a little bit before she asked him if he would watch some TV with her. She found a movie that they both liked and they sat and watched it together, with Cassandra leaning against him, holding his hand as his arm was draped across her body. Half way through the movie they stopped watching and started kissing. Quickly, the kissing turned more passionate, with both of their hands exploring the other's body. Their breathing increased, and they were only stopping their kissing to unbutton an article of clothing. Two Hearts Cassandra slipped off of the couch onto her knees in front of him as she undid his belt and the snap of his pants. She gave him a sultry look as she brought the zipper down, reached inside, and took hold of his hardening penis for the first time. Roger exhaled loudly and threw his head back as he felt her fingers close around him. She pulled it out and slowly lowered her head into his lap. She licked up and down his shaft at a slow speed, making sure he felt her tongue on every inch. When she reached the top, she swirled her tongue around the head a couple of times. After that, she took him into her mouth and descended down to the root. Roger could not believe what was happening. He tried to watch her as she worked on him, but felt that if he dared, he would explode. Instead, he closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing, which was something that he could not do. So, he relaxed and just let his feelings take over. She sucked on him until she came up to the head, at which point she let it come out of her mouth with a slight "pop." She stuck her tongue out at a point, and licked up and down the length of the protruding vein along the underside of his cock. When she reached the head a second time, she stopped licking and started kissing it up and down with a series of soft, short kisses. After that, she engulfed his cock once more, bobbing her head up and down a little faster this time, and used her tongue to swipe along the underside as she went. Roger's hands went to her hair. He couldn't help it, the sensations were just too much. He gripped her hair in both of his hands as he let out a primal grunt and lifted his hips off of the sofa for a moment. When he got that out of his system, he let them fall back down and continued to enjoy the things that she was doing to him. When he sat back down, Cassandra lightly scraped his shaft with her teeth. Just enough to let him know she did it on purpose, but not enough to hurt. His moan told her that he actually liked it. She sped up the movement of her head as well as the actions of her tongue. Her right hand came up to his shaft and started stroking it while she sucked mostly on just the top half of his cock. Her left hand did not stay idle for long, as it came up to lift his balls out of the fly of his pants and fondled them. She stopped sucking on it for a couple of minutes to run her tongue along the sides and circle the head, licking and swallowing all of the pre-cum that had come out of him. When she went back down on him, she could feel in his balls that he was approaching the point of no return. Her head bobbed on him faster and faster, increasing her suction with every downward motion of her mouth. She felt his balls rise up, pulling closer to his body. Quickly, she removed her hand from his shaft and took him into her mouth all the way to the root once more. Roger felt the cum rising up his shaft. His hands grabbed her hair even tighter than before as he got ready for the explosion that was sure to come. He felt her hand leave, and was amazed when he felt her lips had replaced it at the base of his cock. He felt her tongue slide across the big vein once more and that was all it took. His hips bucked as he shot his load into her mouth. He could feel the muscles in her throat milk him as she swallowed each blast of cum from his cock. When he was finished, she slowly sucked his shaft out of her mouth, making sure she got every drop. Licking her lips, she looked at him. It was the first time he had opened his eyes since the blowjob started. It was at this point that Roger realized that she was still in her bra and panties. He had her stand up as he put his thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slowly brought them down the length of her legs. When he had them around her ankles, he fell to his knees in front of her. He lifted one of her legs and put it over his shoulder. He could smell her sex as he brought his head to her clean shaven pussy. He stuck out his tongue so he could taste her. As his tongue came into contact with her sex, he could taste the sweet and acidic nectar, and he heard her gasp, bringing a smile to his face. He let his tongue explore her, feeling the skin and tasting her juices. He found that the lips of her pussy were large, which he loved. He pushed his head in a little farther so he could suck them into his mouth. When he had them between his lips, he used his tongue to clean them of all the juices that were there. Cassandra was breathing heavily as she felt Roger's tongue move along her slit. The one leg she had on the floor was starting to shake from a combination of trying to hold her steady, and the abilities of Roger's mouth. She was afraid she was going to fall until she felt one of Roger's strong hands cup her ass, steadying her so he could continue licking her. She started grabbing at her large breasts, pinching her nipples through the material of her bra. When she felt his tongue swipe along her captured pussy lips, she reached behind her, unsnapped it, and whipped it off, freeing her breasts and allowing her fingers to pinch her hard nipples directly. Roger let her pussy lips out of the confines of his mouth. He made his tongue firm and ran it up her slit until he reached her clit. He kept stabbing at it with his tongue, causing her to inhale sharply and her hips to buck at his mouth. He felt her hands go to the back of his head, pushing him into her more. He continued to play with her clit, making her moan louder. The sounds of her excitement filled him with a pride like he had never known. "Oh, my gawwddd!" she shouted. "That feels ssoooo goooodddd!" Her hips thrusting forward with every other word. Roger pulled his head away from her just so he could let her down on the sofa, before resuming his ministrations. With her laying down, he had even more access to her than before. He attacked her pussy with an intensity that he had never felt before. He licked her from her clit to the bottom of her slit, then back up. Her fingers ran through his hair. He sucked on her clit, taking it into his mouth and using his tongue and teeth on it, making her shudder a bit. Gently he inserted one of his fingers into her, slowly moving it in and out as he continued his attentions on her clit. Her hips came off of the sofa as she felt his finger go inside of her. She loved the feeling of his tongue on her clit, then for him to add his finger, it was driving her crazy. She could feel her orgasm starting to build in her belly. She knew that once she got that feeling it was only a few minutes before she would reach her climax. Roger quit teasing her clit, withdrew his finger, and sucked her pussy lips back into his mouth. He could tell by the way they tasted that she was very aroused and her juices were flowing continually. He sucked and licked them clean, made his tongue flat, ran it up along her slit, getting all of her flow onto it, before sucking her clit back into his mouth. The feeling of his tongue licking up all of her juices was more than Cassandra could take, and once his lips were locked around her clit, she came hard. Her entire body shook violently on the couch, causing her large breasts to bounce up and down on her chest. Her fingers gripped his hair as her orgasm tore through her. When she finished shaking, he licked up all of the juices that were still flowing out of her, kissing her pussy lips before licking them clean. "Fuck me, Roger!" she said when she finally got her voice to return. "I want you to fuck me! Now!" He didn't need a second invitation. He stood up and shucked his pants off completely before laying down on top of her. He felt her fingers on his cock once again as she guided him inside of her. The heat, wetness, and tightness of her caused him to throw his head back. Never before had he felt all three of those sensations at once. He thrust in and out of her slowly at first, but started gaining speed as he got used to the feeling of her. He opened his eyes to look down at her. He saw that her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, with a look of pure pleasure on her face. He lowered his head to kiss her neck as he thrust into her over and over again. "Oh, yes! That feels so good, baby! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" The words just poured out of her mouth as Roger continued to pound into her. He was surprised to hear such a small, seemingly reserved girl could talk like that, but it excited him also. He kept thrusting into her when he felt her hand work its way in-between their bodies. He raised up and looked down to see her rubbing her clit as he fucked her. A minute later, her body was racked with her second orgasm of the night. Roger continued to pump into her through it, but had to slow down his pace because of how the wall of her pussy seemed to collapse onto his member as she came all over him. Her hips came off of the sofa as the last of her orgasm ripped through her, causing Roger to fall out. Quickly, Cassandra got on her knees, with her arms draped over the back of the couch. "Come on and stick it back in me, Roger," she cried out to him. "Fuck me some more." He took his position behind her and eased back inside. He didn't start out slow this time. He started to really pound into her, making her grunt and moan each time he would fill her up with his tool. He grabbed a hold of her hips as he watched his cock go in and out of her pussy through the cheeks of her ass. He liked watching her ass cheeks jiggle every time his pelvis came into contact with them. As he thrust into her, he felt her fingers rubbing his shaft as she played with her clit once more. The sensation of this made his balls start to rise up, a clear sign he was going to cum soon. He felt her pussy start to contract around him again as her body tensed up then shook all over. He could feel his own orgasm approaching. "Cassandra, I'm going to cum," he managed to say. She pushed back against him, making him take a step back, which caused his cock to come loose from her pussy. She whirled around on the couch and started stroking his cock with one hand, while playing with his balls with the other. After a couple of strokes he shot his load of cum all over her. It went on her face, her breasts, and her shoulders. Some even got in her hair. She continued to stroke him until he was finished. She brought her fingers to her lips and licked them clean before taking his now softening prick into her mouth. When she was satisfied that she had gotten all of his cum from him, she lay back and heaved a sigh. He sat down, lifting her legs and set them back down along his thighs. "That was incredible," she said. "I haven't been like that in a long time." "I never knew you would talk like that," he said with a smile. "Did it bother you?" she asked. "Not at all," he told her. "In fact, it turned me on to hear you like that. Made me feel like I was doing the things you liked." "Oh, you did that," she said. "I only get like that when I am really horny. And the way you were licking me down there . . . Mmmmmmm . . . just got me going." "What a great way to end a perfect evening," he said in almost a whisper. "What makes you think this is the end?" she asked, her eyes giving him a menacing look. "We're going to go up to my bedroom, and we are going to continue this up there. You'll be lucky if I let you leave for work in the morning." "Well, thank goodness tomorrow is my day to work from home," he said just before he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Two Hearts Desires Once Upon a time in a long lost kingdom, all the way back in history to the knights of the round table there lived a knight who was bold, brave and very handsome. In that same kingdom there lived a young widow with three children who was courageous, bold and daring. This young widow used her healing arts to help the poor women and children of her village and was greatly loved by all. One day, Sir Dean's horse went lame as he was passing near the house of Lady Laurel. He slowly walked his horse to her home and spoke to her livery man about acquiring lodging for himself and his horse. The livery told him that the horse would be well cared for, but that the Lady of the Manor would strongly object to have a visitor of such standing sleeping in the stables. He sent Sir Dean to have an audience with the Lady Laurel. Lady Laurel having seen the entire exchange, had changed into a beautiful garment of finely spun wool, so thin it almost looked like silk. Her cheeks blushed crimson as wild, wanton and abandoned thoughts went racing through her head. She looked beautiful in a dress of teal blue, just the right color to show off her sapphire blue eyes. As she watched him walk up the path to the house, her loins tightened and she felt the pull that only one other man had ever given her before. She must have this man in her bed. To sing the praises of the Goddess, to while away the long hours of the dark, with his love shaft buried deep within her satin folds. Sir Dean was greeted at the door by a manservant and lead into the sitting room to await the arrival of Lady Laurel. He quietly took in the clean rushes on the floor and the scent of jasmine throughout the chamber. He had never before seen Lady Laurel, but he had heard of the way she helped the poor in the village. Suddenly a soft hand was placed on his arm. He turned around to come face to face with the Lady Laurel. His breath caught in his throat and his eyes seemed to have a mind of their own as he scanned her body from the top of her dark head to the brocaded slippers on her feet. Lady Laurel was not a "tiny" woman. She was of Celtic descent, but she was beautiful. She had large bones over which a creamy skin lay like silk, her hips were wide from childbearing and her breasts were large and heavy on her chest. In her face her eyes were like sapphires, pools of deep water that Sir Dean could drown in. He quietly took her hand and kissed the palm. Lady Laurel gasped as his lips touched the sensitive palm of her hand. She had not expected this reaction to the handsome knight. Her breathing was shallow and her cheeks became reddened, just looking at him and thinking about the joining of their loins. A pleasant evening passed with a large dinner and much wine. Sir Dean was the only guest present and soon after the children were put to bed Lady Laurel began to play the harp, and sing in a pure soft voice. Sir Dean was captive and he didn't want to go anywhere else. Finally, it was time for bed and as the Lady Laurel led Sir Dean to the guest chambers, he reached out his hands to clasp her to him, and kissed her long and deeply on the lips. Without a word the Lady Laurel led him to her chambers. She begins to undress and Sir Dean captures her hands in his. He helps her to remove the very heavy clothing until she is standing in nothing but a very thin chemise, that leaves nothing to his imagination Lady Laurel leads him to the huge bed and lays with him on the wool stuffed mattress they look longingly into each others eyes as his hands begin to explore her body. His hands find her ample breasts and he begins to tease the nipples with his fingertips. Lady Laurel sighs her pleasure and taking his face in her hands presents him with a long and deep passionate kiss. Sir Dean, replaces his fingers with is hot, wet mouth, and the cries from Lady laurel become like mews from a small kitten. He laves each breast in a spiral leaving the very sensitive nipples for last. When he reaches the nipples they are erect and almost painfully in need of his mouth. He takes her nipple into his mouth and sucks hard. Her moans of passion becoming more frantic beneath him. He leaves her breasts and trails sweet kisses along her jaw and neck and shoulders. Kissing his way down her body, her belly and her thighs. He sucks lightly at the juncture of thigh and groin and lets his fingers lightly trail over the outer lips of her womanhood. Lady laurel gasps for breath and suddenly moves to take his member into her mouth. She laves the head with her tongue and manages somehow to take his entire manhood into her wet mouth. Sir Dean is overcome with feelings. His greatest desire at this time is to pleasure this woman throughout the night. His senses are reeling as she so lovingly tortures his senses with the delights of her tongue running over his shaft. After having quite enough of the torture, Sir Dean decided to return the favor, and dips his head to the slit of her womanhood. He lightly traces his tongue over the outer lips, just barely letting the tip touch the sensitive button within. Gasping cries come from lady laurel, as her breathing becomes rapid and her heart begins to race madly. Sir Dean, plunges his tongue into the depts of Lady Laurel and she is lost on at sea of purest pleasure, tossed about in a storm of passion. Not being able to withstand much more Sir Dean brings his lips back to her lips and kisses her long and deeply, while gently placing his manhood inside her warm moist depths. She sighs with pure pleasure and begins to move her hips in the age old rhythms of love. He plunges into her again and again, relishing the feel of her woman's secret clasping his manhood tightly within the pink folds of her love. His senses are reeling and he is very close to fulfillment. She is panting and her whole body is on fire with passion, as she wraps her legs around his body and pushes him deeper inside her love chamber. Suddenly after what seems like forever, they both feel the earth spinning around them and the climax comes in a glorious explosions of stars and cosmic scenery. With him still buried deep inside of her they fall asleep in each others arms proclaiming their undying love. On this night, Sir Dean and Lady Laurel, found the soul-mate they had been looking for. Though many lifetimes and across many star years. Theirs is the stuff of fairy tales and warm nights and cool breezes...