6 comments/ 10957 views/ 1 favorites Unknown Caller Ch. 02 By: tbabyhot Trish awoke the next morning with a big smile on her face. It was very rare for her to smile, before her first cup of coffee. Thoughts of the previous night flooded her mind, her face started to flush. "No," she said out loud, I will not be ashamed! Things are going to be different now!" Walking into the bathroom, she took a moment to look at her naked body in the mirror. Her hands reached up to cup her breast. She felt a combination of emotions, sexy, satisfied, and invigorated. She had not truly felt that way, in quite a while. Stepping into the closet, she slipped into her swimsuit, a black one piece, cut high on the leg and low in the front. The simple design of the suit showed off her curves and made her feel very confident. The weather was beautiful outside. The sun shining through her bedroom balcony window was just a bonus to her good mood this morning. Another positive...low humidity today, rare for the Texas Gulf Coast, but Trish knew the temperature would be in the high nineties by mid afternoon, too hot to be lying in the sun. "Better get a move on," Trish voiced to herself. Trish walked into her kitchen to start the coffee maker, then strolled into her living room and opened her drapes to the sliding glass door. Living in a third floor apartment overlooking the pool had its advantages, not total privacy, but enough. While the coffee brewed, Trish stepped out onto the balcony. For a Saturday morning, it was quiet, but that would all change in the afternoon. The pool area would be packed, and Trish wanted to hurry down and "catch some rays" before that happened. The smell of coffee drifted out to where Trish stood; she hurried inside to pour herself a cup. As she sipped her coffee, she gathered a towel, sunscreen, a magazine, and her sunglasses. One last visit to the restroom and she was ready to head down to the pool. Trish walked down the two flights of stairs to the pool area. Another plus to living on the third floor, all of the steps kept Trish's legs toned and firm. All of the chairs were open, so she picked one and laid it flat, and spread out her towel. Setting her cup and magazine near one end, she started applying her lotion. Starting with her legs, she worked her way up her body, as she rubbed the lotion across her chest, Trish could not help thinking about her "unknown caller" from last night. It took every ounce of restraint in her, not to rub her breast. Trish quickly covered her arms, neck and face with the sunscreen then lay down on her stomach. As she flipped through the magazine and sipped her coffee, Trish kept thinking about how good her little masturbation session was. "Damn good," she sighed. Her mind wondered to a new adult toy store she passed on the way home from work last week. She thought little about it last week, but now she had to admit, her interest was peaked. Was she actually thinking of going there? She was! Maybe she would stop by there this afternoon, after she went to the grocery store. Trish had visited one of "those" stores before, years ago with her ex husband. No reason why she could not go it solo... "I sure did last night," she said with a playful laugh. No sooner did the words leave her mouth, and a shadow was cast over her body. The shadow adjusted, as a male voice, a deep male voice spoke... "Excuse me, Miss" Trish's eyes looked up from her reading, and her lips parted as she had a quick intake of air. She was startled, not by his being there, but he was the most handsome man she had seen in a long time. He was probably ten years her senior, she guessed forty one, dark brown hair with a little grey mixed in, dark brown eyes and a moustache. He was an older version of how she had imagined her caller. Trish realized she was staring and sat up. "I am sorry, you startled me" "Sorry Ma'am," he said with a southern drawl. "Oh, it's no problem; I was just lost in my thoughts and did not hear you walk up." "My name is John; I just rented an apartment here last week, and I need to contact someone about my stove, because it is not working." "Hi, John, my name is Trish," she said as she extended her hand. He reached out, took her hand, bent over and kissed it ever so softly. "Trish, could you tell me how to reach maintenance on a Saturday?" "Good luck, on a weekend, unless your apartment is flooding, but the number is on the office door." Trish was staring at her hand, his lips were warm on her hand and his moustache had tickled. She wondered just how they would feel on other parts of her body. "So I guess it would be dinner out for me this weekend," John stated. Snapping back to the moment, Trish laughed, "Or sandwiches, if you want something easy?" Trish's mind wandered again...or me... A smile crept onto John's face. A very sexy smile Trish thought. "Are you inviting me for lunch?" Trish's eyes widened, she had not said that last thought out loud, did she? "Uh, um, I ..., she stammered" He winked at her, "Darlin' I was teasing you, aren't you as cute as a baby's bare butt?" Trish smiled at his southern drawl and phrase. Southern gentlemen were hard to find, even in Texas. "Trish, I know we just met, but would you consider having dinner with me?" Trish was shocked. This man was gorgeous, and single, and asking her out. "When were you thinking?" She realized she answered a question, with a question...how rude. She quickly corrected herself, "What I mean is I would like that very much, John." "How about 7:30, at that seafood restaurant down the street, the one with the blue roof?" "Tonight, Kemah Seafood, are you asking me out tonight?" "Yes, that is if you are free?" John looked as if he could kick himself for moving so fast, but he had been watching her for a week. He had seen her leave the office, the day he first looked at apartments. She had taken his breath away, and knew he had to meet her. She had invaded his dreams and stirred his passion. He had spent the last week fantasizing about her...he had to have her! Breaking his thought, Trish said, "Sounds lovely, can I meet you there?" She continued, "I need to run some errands and may be running pretty close on time." It was an excuse, but she tried to be safe when it involved "strangers". "That will be perfectly fine; I am looking forward to dining with you. I must excuse myself, to try to contact maintenance and get on their list." His mind told him he better go before he said much more. Trish's body in that suit was fogging his thoughts. John reached over and lifted Trish's hand from her bare thigh. His hand brushed against her skin as he lifted her hand. Just the simplest touch from him caused Trish to get a tingly sensation. He lifted her hand to his lips and lightly kissed it and whispered, "Until tonight lovely lady," and lowered her hand back to her thigh. Chills ran up her back as his hand touched her thigh a second time. Trish watched him as he walked away, well actually she stared. His body seemed to be in great shape. He was dressed in jeans, not too tight, and a white t-shirt with three buttons at the neckline, tucked into his jeans. Trish did not have to use much imagination. As he neared the corner, he turned and waved, smiling at the thought of her watching him. "Wow, what just happened?" Trish said aloud. Her thigh still tingled where his hand had brushed against her skin. Tanning was out of the question now, Trish was feeling very aroused. As she thought of John her nipples were growing stiff. She quickly gathered her things and walked back to her apartment. Once inside she placed everything on the bar and was on her way to start her shower. She glanced over at her answering machine, one new message. Trish pressed the button and listened as her friend Sarah's voice went on about her dog, and then asked Trish to call her as soon as she got this message. Sarah could wait till after the shower. Trish walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. As Trish walked over to her dresser to pick out her bra and panties, she glanced over at her cell phone. Walking over to her night stand to get her phone, John appeared in her mind. Her nipples got even harder. She picked up the phone...one new text message. Trish took a deep breath and pressed the button. Unknown caller... Let my hands search your body. Let my nose inhale your erotic scent. Let my tongue discover your tasty flavor. I fantasize about our bodies tangled together in passion, writhing in pleasure. Trish imagined John's low southern drawl reading the message. "Oh, John," she moaned, as her hand slid inside the leg hole of her bathing suit. She brushed her finger over her clit and rubbed it just enough to tease herself. She removed her suit and headed to the shower to finish what she started. Inside the shower, Trish let the warm water run through her hair and down her back. The hot water felt so relaxing, but her body was tense with sexual frustration... Let my hands touch your body. Trish reached up and cupped both of her breasts in her hands and started massaging them. Her nipples were so hard; the spray of water produced a stinging effect. At first Trish avoided the water spray on her nipples, but when she turned around to face the water, the gentle massage was extremely pleasurable. With the water stimulating her nipples, Trish's hands moved down her body. With one hand on her soft mound pulling up on the skin that covered her clit, her other hand started rubbing over it in small circles. The sensations felt so incredible. Trish continued to rub faster and faster, harder and harder. She could feel her climax building .She was moaning loudly and becoming less tense. Trish pushed two fingers up inside her wet canal and started pumping her hand as hard and as fast as she could. She lifted one foot onto the side of the tub to gain more access. Within no time, Trish's body was releasing her juices and shaking. Still pumping her fingers, her body riding the waves of aftershock, she cried out, "Yes, oh yes, Mmmmm, Yes!" Her body slowly stopped jerking from her orgasm, and Trish's hands fell to her sides. After that, she stood under the water, letting the spray massage her body. Let my nose inhale your erotic scent. Trish almost wished John's voice was out of her head, it aroused her incredibly. She needed to get things done today... and now she was positive a trip to the "toy store" was on that list! Quickly, she washed her hair, lathered her body and finished her shower. John was out on his bedroom balcony, disappointed Trish had left the pool. After he called to report his stove issues, he was in a less than pleasant mood. He needed something to distract him, and Trish could do just that! He was about to go back into his apartment when he saw her exit her bathroom wrapped in a towel. She did not usually leave her drapes open. His eyes were locked on her body. He thought for certain that he should turn away, but he could not move. Trish let her towel fall to the floor. John watched as she picked up a bottle of body lotion. He knew he should turn away now, but he just couldn't! As she rubbed her arms and breast, his arousal caused his jeans to feel a little tight. John noticed people starting to gather by the pool below him, he decided to walk just inside his apartment and close the glass door, just out of view. As Trish rubbed the lotion on her abdomen and hips, John unzipped his jeans and took out his cock and started to stroke it with long slow strokes. He was quickly becoming very stiff and rigid; thoughts of Trish were fueling his approaching orgasm. He could feel his balls squeeze together as Trish bent over to apply the lotion to her legs. John was now stroking his rod faster, his breathing rapid, and his heart pounding. In his mind his cock was buried deep inside Trish's hot, wet pussy. Trish rubbed the lotion between her legs and that pushed John over the brink. His cock jerked and a blast of his cum splattered against the sliding glass door. He moaned in delight. "Damn, Darlin' you drive me wild," John growled, and then laughed to himself. Trish finished applying her lotion, totally unaware of the "little show" she had just performed for John. She was completely unaware the apartment across the pool from her had been rented, so she was not even conscious of her drapes being open, it had remained vacant for the last four months. She stepped into a pair of cotton panties and headed into the closet to choose her clothes. After slipping into a pair of dark blue shorts, she walked back out to her dresser for a bra, and put on her modest beige bra and a dark blue and off-white floral short sleeve shirt. She then applied a light amount of makeup and dried her hair. "Must call Sarah," Trish said as she walked to the living room for her cordless phone. Picking up the phone, Trish laughed. Sarah was a dear friend, but she was a talker. Trish knew she would have to get to the point or risk not being able to run all of her errands. Sarah answered on the third ring... "I thought you forgot about me!" Sarah did not give Trish a chance to reply, "Have you met my cousin yet? He mentioned your apartment complex; I think he leased an apartment there while his house is being built. I think you would like him, he is from Dallas...oh his name is John." Trish froze for a few seconds..."You are kidding me, right?" Trish asked nervously. "No, not at all, I am serious! Have you met him?" "Met him this morning, and agreed to dinner tonight. What can you tell me about him?" "Oh, you are just going to love him!" Sarah then went on talking about John for almost an hour. By the time she finished, Trish felt as if she had known him for years. "Sarah, thank you for filling me in, but I must run some errands before I meet John for dinner. I will call you tomorrow and let you know how it goes." "Ok, great, I will be waiting by the phone, talk to you tomorrow... Trish?" "Yes, Sarah?" "You are just going to love him! Bye," Sarah giggled and hung up the phone. Trish looked at the clock, 2:30 already. She grabbed her keys and headed out the door. The grocery store was her first stop. Trish gathered everything on her list and headed to the checkout. No time to waste, Trish thought. She was anxious about her "toy store" adventure. Trish stopped by her apartment to put away her groceries, and was once again out the door. After a twenty minute drive, Trish pulled into the parking lot of Erotic Zone Lingerie. Very few cars were in the parking lot. She took a deep breath and stepped out of her car and walked into the store. "Welcome to Erotic Zone, My name is Mandy if you need anything." Mandy was a perky redhead, well built and seemed to know a lot about the products she was selling. Trish listened as she explained the features on a "bunny vibrator" to another customer. Mandy talked as if she was personally familiar with this particular vibrator. Standing in front of the wall of vibrators was a bit overwhelming. She picked up a few and read the packages. "Wow," she sighed. Vibrators and dildos of every size and color hung before her. Some had clit stimulators, some with anal vibrating nubs; others had animals protruding from them. Shafts that rotate, shafts with beads that roll to massage, and variable speeds were just a few of the options on some of the models. So much for a quick in and out visit, Trish thought to herself. After looking at about twenty different vibrators, Trish decided on a pink "bunny vibrator" multi-speed, "Mr. Bunny", the package read. Trish liked that name, clever she thought. The mental image of the bunny ears vibrating on her clit caused her to rub her hand across her crotch to ease the twitching sensation starting to build between her legs. If she hurried, she could rush home and let the bunny "hop into its new hole". Trish also decided to buy an assorted box of oils and some extra batteries. As she checked out, Mandy assured her, that she had made a great choice. "Thank you, come back again," Mandy said cheerfully. "You are going to love it!" "Second time I have heard that today," Trish said as she walked out the door. "Sure hope it's true." Trish got back into her car and glanced at the clock, 5:40. She figured she had just enough time to go home, try out "Mr. Bunny", and freshen up for her date. "Date, is it really a date?" Trish whispered to herself, "I guess it is!" As she drove home, her cell phone beeped letting her know she had a new message. Could it be? She had not thought much about her unknown caller since the shower, her mind was filled with thoughts of John. She was almost home, so she waited to check the message, she could not drive and dig in her purse for her phone. Trish arrived home at 6:00, gathered up her bags and headed upstairs. Trish flipped on her kitchen light and reached into her refrigerator for a beer. For some reason she was in the mood for a beer. She took out "Mr. Bunny" and gave him a bath in the sink, then powered him up. "Now to check that phone message..." I can not get you out of my mind. I hunger to taste your sweet nectar. My body aches to feel the warmth inside your juicy pussy, my cock filling you, fulfilling your desires. I can hear you call my name as you cum all over me. I long to see your beautiful face as you reach the peak of orgasm, knowing it was me that brought you pleasure...me that you desire. Trish grabbed a bottle of oil from her shopping bag as well as "Mr. Bunny" and headed into the bedroom. The sun had not fully set, so with the drapes open, enough light filled the room. She pulled her top over her head, then wiggled the shorts off her hips and slid them down her legs before stepping out of them. Reaching behind her back, she unhooked her bra and slipped the straps off of her shoulders. Trish gathered up her clothes, walked into the closet, removed her underwear, tossed them into the basket and walked back out to the bed. Sitting at the end of the bed, looking into the dresser mirror, she opened the oil and dripped a few drops onto her chest. The scent of coconut was not too strong, that she would have to shower before dinner. Trish set the bottle next to her and rubbed the slick liquid over her breast, paying the most attention to her nipples. She let out a small moan as she imagined John's hands on her body. Would he be gentle? Would he take his time? Yes to both, she decided. Trish eased her legs apart and dripped some oil on her clit. She applied oil, until she could feel it running down her slit. She reached her hand down to spread it all over. Rubbing her slick pussy was even more pleasurable than last night. She continued to just rub with four fingers, her head back and her eyes closed. John walked into his bedroom to shower, before he could make it to the bathroom, he caught a glimpse of Trish in her mirror. Damn, she was sexy! Once again his eyes were locked on her. Trish picked up her new toy, applied some oil to her hand and began to stroke it up and down. Oh, how she wished it was John's cock she was working on. She reached her hand down again and rubbed up and down over her clit. She eased her finger between her lips and felt how wet she had become. Her one finger slid in easily, so she inserted another finger. She pumped her fingers about a dozen times and decided to introduce "Mr. Bunny" John was about to loose his mind. He was so close to going over and knocking on her door. Who needs food anyway? He knew then, it was going to ne necessary to relieve some pressure while in the shower, but not until she had finished. As she picked up the vibrator, his cock jerked hard inside his pants. He hoped he could last that long! Trish had picked up the vibrator, and turned the knob to the lowest setting. She rubbed it between her legs, first over her clit, then between her lips. This was her first experience with a vibrator. She liked the way it quivered atop her skin. She rubbed its head outside the entrance to her hole for a few seconds before she slowly inserted it about two inches. Gently she moved it in and out, guiding it deeper with each movement. Reaching for the knob she increased the speed to medium. The vibrations against her walls were divine. She pushed it further inside and rotated it, placing the bunny ears against her clit. Her body jerked, the sensation was powerful. Trish held it there for as long as she could take it, and then started pumping in and out. Her pace was increasing, her body was writhing, her moans were increasing in volume, and she was on the brink of a magnificent orgasm. Unknown Caller Ch. 02 John was rubbing the front of his pants. Damn he wished she would hurry, but he also wished she would never stop. He knew she was beautiful, but in the throws of passion, she was downright erotic. His cock was pressing hard against his jeans, he really needed to get into the shower, but was so mesmerized by Trish pleasuring herself, he could not move. Trish turned the speed on the vibrator up to the highest setting. Trish's body started shaking. She buried the head deep inside her. The "ears" were back on her clit. Within seconds, her hips lifted into the air, then landed hard on the bed again. Her body rolled from side to side, thrashing in pure ecstasy. Trish was breathing so hard and so rapidly, all she could produce from her throat were noises that sounded like a growl. Her orgasm now at its peak, she released the vibrator and let it pulse inside her as her body went limp on the bed. Trish lay there for a few minutes, letting her body relax, then removed and turned off "Mr. Bunny". John let out a big sigh. He wanted her more than ever now, and it was not based solely on his sexual needs. He had talked to his cousin, Sarah, and she had spent a half hour telling him everything she knew about Trish. And after meeting her today, he just knew they were right for each other. Would she feel the same, though? Trish glanced at the clock, 6:45, she needed to freshen up and get dressed. She walked over and closed her drapes, mostly out of habit, and proceeded to get ready. John moaned when Trish closed the curtains, but knew the moment had to end. Now he needed to shower and release the tension that had built up in his groin area. He turned on the shower, waited for the water to warm, then stepped in. Trish decided a super quick shower was needed after all. She pinned her hair up and climbed into the shower. It was probably the fastest shower she had ever taken, soap and rinse was all she had time to do. She turned off the water, pulled back the curtain, and toweled off. "What to wear, what to wear, what to wear?" She sang as she walked into the closet. Trish decided on a black skirt that was about three inches above her knees and a black short sleeved buttoned shirt with ruffles in the front, and black pumps. Playful and sexy, that's how she felt, so that's how she dressed. She touched up her makeup and her hair, which she decided to wear up, and headed out to the restaurant. John met her in the restaurant parking lot. He looked incredibly handsome in a pair of dark blue Dockers and a light blue and navy pull on knit shirt. Tonight he had left the buttons open and she could see he had hair on his chest, she liked that. They said their hellos and headed toward the door. As they walked John placed his hand on the small of her back, the heat from his hand went through her blouse like it wasn't even there. As they approached the door he reached around and opened it for her. There were quite a few empty tables, so they chose a booth in the back. all alone. They talked about Sarah and all of the information that she had shared with them, well most of the information. They laughed and talked as if they had known each other for years. The waitress came by and took their order, both chose steak and shrimp and a beer. "Great minds...," they both said at the same time, and then laughed. John loved her laugh. He wanted to hear her laugh more, he wanted her to be happy, and he wanted her! They both ate, and then ordered another beer, no dessert. The more they talked, the more their desire for each other grew. They spent an hour talking about all sorts of things, their past marriages, their interests, and what he could tell her about his job as a detective. "Would you like to order one more beer? John asked. "Not if I am driving, which I am," Trish stated. "What would you like to do next?" John asked, not wanting to end this evening with her. "How about we go back to the complex and have a beer by the pool? It is a lovely evening to be outside, and I have a few beers in my fridge." "Sounds just great, Darlin', count me in!" John paid the check and they walked back to their cars, his hand once again on her back. She felt silly now for meeting him there, instead of riding together, but at the time he asked her out she knew nothing about him. She unlocked her car and he opened her door. "Meet you there Darlin', drive safe." "You too, see you in about 20 minutes." They both pulled into the complex parking lot at the same time. John pulled in next to her and got out to open her door. They walked to the staircase, where they were greeted by a young man in his early twenties. "Hey Trish, I was looking for you!" "Hello, Roger, what's going on?" "We are having a party by the pool and I was on my way up to invite you." "Roger, not this time...thank you, though. Roger, this is John; he is renting here, while his house is being built." John shook Roger's hand and said, "Nice to meet you," although he was not sure that it was. John suddenly had a very possessive feeling about Trish, and a very strange feeling about Roger. "Ok, if you change your mind, Trish, come on down," Roger said as he hung his head and walked back to the pool. "Roger seems to be quite taken with you," John said trying not to grit his teeth. "Oh, I don't think so; he is just a young guy having fun." "Well, he is not having as much fun tonight as he would like," John whispered as he put his hand on Trish's back guiding her up the stairs. They reached the third floor and Trish unlocked the door, walked inside and flipped on the light. "Come in and make yourself comfortable, grab a beer if you like, I must excuse myself for a moment," Trish said, as she hurried into the bathroom. "Mind if I'm next?" "Be my guest," Trish laughed John returned to the kitchen where Trish was bent over in the refrigerator. He felt his cock stir. Trish stood up and handed him a beer. They talked for a few minutes and John was relieved she did not want to head down to the pool as planned because of the party. They both sat down on the couch and talked while they finished another two beers each. As the conversation hit a lull, John leaned over toward Trish. Her eyes looked deep in his gentle eyes, as his hand reached up and his finger traced along her bottom lip. Her lips instinctively parted and she licked her bottom lip. He leaned in even further and brushed his lips gently across hers. She let out a small moan and her lips parted wider. His mouth was on hers, in a very passionate kiss this time, their tongues danced and flicked back and forth in each others mouths. His hand softly cupped one of her breast. "Wait," Trish said as she broke the kiss, and looked down. "What's wrong Darlin'? "John, it has been two years, I am not a casual sex ..." John reached over and lifted her chin. "Look at me, Trish. It has been three years for me. Believe me, this is not casual." He reached over and kissed her gently, and this time Trish took over and kissed him. "Trish, I want you incredibly bad, but if you tell me to stop, I'll understand." Trish's mind was flooded with conflicting thoughts, but she finally gave in to desire over fear. The party at the pool was in full swing. Roger was thinking about Trish. He did not like the idea that she was up in her apartment with some man. He had been trying to get her alone for months. He wanted to bury his cock deep inside her and cum all over her tits. Roger reached into his pocket for his phone... looked at the time, put it back and chugged another beer. John and Trish went back to kissing. His kisses so intense, her lower lip felt like it was swelling. This time when he put his hand on her breast, she did not stop him. He reached up and removed the clip, letting her hair fall down over her shoulders. He started kissing her neck. "You are so lovely," he whispered into her ear. John adjusted on the couch. Trish did not have a comfortable couch. As he kissed her neck, she eased her head back; this caused her back to arch, pushing her breast upwards. John trailed kisses down to the top button as he reached behind her and unhooked her bra. He pushed the bra up and rubbed his thumbs across her nipples through the thin fabric of her blouse. Trish let out a soft moan as her nipples stiffened. John leaned over and took one gently between his teeth, still covered by her blouse. Trish's back arched more and she gasped for a breath. "Let's go into the bedroom, Darlin', I think we will be more comfortable." Trish raised her head and looked at him; her eyes were filled with desire. John scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom, set her on the bed and turned on the light. Reaching into his pockets he removed his wallet, keys...and his cell phone. He placed them on her dresser and walked back to where she was sitting. He lifted her up and sat down, moving her to stand in front of him. He eased his legs apart and pulled her closer. She bent down and kissed him, and then he wrapped his hands around her waist and hugged her close. He unbuttoned the bottom three buttons on her blouse and started kissing her midsection. His hands reached under her blouse and placed her breast in his hands, kneading them gently. "Mmmmm," Trish moaned. John reached up and finished unbuttoning her blouse and slid it over her shoulders letting it drop to the floor, and then he removed her bra. Once again his hands were on her breast. He leaned forward and flicked her nipples with his tongue. Trish let out a whimper as his mouth sucked her right nipple into his mouth. The warmth from his mouth spread through her body like a wildfire. Her hands pulled his head closer as she ran her fingers through his hair. He alternated back and forth between each nipple as he reached behind her and unzipped her skirt. With her skirt resting on her hips; John placed his hands on her legs, near her knees, and worked his hands upwards on the outsides of her legs. Her skirt rose up revealing a small black thong. John pulled his head back away from her breast to look at her. "Darlin', you have got to be the sexiest woman I have ever encountered." Trish could feel the heat rising in her face, but that was quickly replaced by the heat of John's tongue as he traced the strap of her thong along her hip. He slowly rotated her body as his tongue trailed along the thin strip. Her backside was divine, he thought to himself, but he wanted to get back to her front side again. Trish was again facing John. She leaned over and kissed him feverishly, tugging at his shirt. He helped her by pulling it out of his waistband. She stood up and raised his shirt over his head and tossed it on top of hers. She ran her fingertips through the hair on his chest. He let out a soft growl. Trish pushed his shoulders back and reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. As she unzipped his pants, she could feel his cock was semi-erect. She removed her skirt, and then bent down and removed his loafers and socks. Her hands went to his waistband; John lifted his hips as she eased his trousers and underwear down, and removed them. She stood in front of him in her black thong and black pumps. His eyes focused on her body. "Lay in the middle of the bed," Trish urged. Trish removed her pumps and crawled onto the bed. She was on her hands and knees, her head above his hips. His cock jerked, his heart raced with anticipation. Trish lowered herself onto one hip and laid her side across his abdomen. Her right hand softly rubbed across his balls, as she slowly licked around the head of his cock. Her hand moved up to encircle his swelling shaft. A tiny drop of pre cum eased out as she stroked her hand toward the head; she swiftly licked it off, causing John to moan. She placed her lips across the head and gradually eased it between them, into her mouth. John knew he was not going to be able to hold back if she went on for much longer. Her head lowered and took his cock into her mouth further. Her tongue circled in her mouth licking around his head and shaft. Trish's pace was slow and steady; as she started moving her head up and down, easing his completely erect cock in and out of her mouth. John's cock was six to seven inches long at this point, and thick. Trish knew she could not take in much more than she was, but she tried. As she eased him into her mouth further, her mouth started to water. As her saliva ran down his shaft and onto his balls, John knew it was time to stop her, before he lost control and filled her mouth. In one quick motion, John sat up and flipped Trish onto her back. Trish was startled... "What's wrong?" Trish teased, "Did I do something wrong?" John laughed, "Oh contraire Darlin', you were damn perfect, I just could not wait to sample your delicious flavor!" Hooking his fingers around the straps on her hips, John removed her thong and dropped it onto the pile of clothes on the floor. He took a moment to gaze at her naked body below him. She looked much sexier than he had ever imagined. He lifted her body and moved her up on the bed, laying her head on a pillow. Grabbing the other pillow, he raised her hips and put the pillow under her. He spread her legs apart and positioned himself between them on his stomach, his mouth inches from her awaiting pussy. As he moved closer, Trish took a deep breath and held it. Her body ached to have his tongue licking her. He placed the tip of his tongue at the bottom of her slit and licked up to her clit. She exhaled quickly then moaned. As he did it again, his tongue slipped between her lips, into the slit. Her juices covered his tongue; he lapped up every last drop and savored her delicious flavor. He then started flicking her clit, running his tongue through her slit and pushing up into her hole. Her body writhing below him, he tried to hold her hips still. John continued his sweet torture... "John, I want to feel you inside me... make love to me!" John had longed to hear her say that. He wanted it to be his name she cried out for. He eased his body up, sitting on his knees, and positioned his cock at the entrance to what he knew was going to be ecstasy. Looking deeply into each other's eyes, he eased himself inside her slowly until her inner walls were snug against his full length. He stopped, her eyes closed, her mouth opened, but no sound came out. His eyes closed and he started a deliberate tempo, moving in and out, as her muscles convulsed around his cock. Her moans were gradually getting louder, her body shaking more with each thrust inside her. "I want to be on top of you, I want you deep, deep inside me." John pulled out, and lay down on his back. Trish straddled her legs over him and lowered herself down as he guided his cock into her. He removed his hand and she slid down his entire shaft in one motion. They both cried out in delight. His cock buried deep inside her, her hips started moving back and forth, grinding her body into his. The head of his cock was rubbing her trigger; her body started convulsing in climatic waves. John tried to hold back, but her walls would tighten and ease around his cock pushing him to the edge. He tried to stop her hips from moving, but it was too late... "Trish, Damn, Oh Trish!" He grabbed her hips tight and with one thrust, his cum shot deep inside her. "John, oh yes, oh yes! I'm cumming!" Her body bounced atop his, as she rode the waves of her powerful climax. "Oh Yeessssss!" Trish collapsed on top of John, his cock becoming limp, still buried inside her. He kissed the top of her head. "Darlin', you are incredible, my fantasy come true!" "Mmmmm," Trish moaned as she drifted off to sleep. John held her tight in his arms until he too drifted off. John awoke an hour later, his cell phone message alert going off. He carefully climbed out of bed to check it... J Another victim in your area Female- late twenties/early thirties MO similar to others Need you in office at 9 for meeting "Damn," He hissed as he headed into the bathroom. Trish woke up as he was getting back into bed. She too made a visit to the bathroom, and then went into the kitchen for a glass of water. Trish glanced over at her cell phone...no messages. She walked back to the bedroom and handed the glass to John. He took a drink and handed it back, so she could set it on the nightstand. "Bad news Darlin', I have to go into the office in the morning." "Ok, do you have any good news?" Trish said playfully. "Yes...I want you again, NOW!" Trish jumped into bed. They made love again, this time they were able to slow down and savor each others bodies. When they had finished, they had worked up quite a sweat. Trish once again, exhausted fell asleep atop of John. John could not sleep...thoughts of his new case, the messages, and Trish were all popping into his head. He knew he needed to tell her about the messages, but not yet, he needed more information. John and Trish both awoke at 6:30. Trish agreed John should just shower there while she made coffee. Trish was not sure why she expected another text message, but she checked anyway...no message. With the coffee ready, Trish pulled out her travel mug and filled it for John. She knew he had to leave, but sure wouldn't mind if he stayed a few more hours...at the least. John finished his shower and dressed. "Darlin', with you standing naked in the kitchen, it's damn hard to leave!" Trish walked over to him and kissed his cheek. She grabbed her robe off the back of her bedroom door and slipped it on. "Better?" "Not really," John laughed, as he grabbed her and kissed her passionately. "Darlin', I should go before I piss off a lot of guys that carry guns. I will call you after my meeting. Maybe we can do a late lunch?" "Sounds great, and John, thank you for last night." "Believe me Darlin', it was my pleasure." John kissed her goodbye and headed out the door. As he left he turned to her and said, "Lock the door behind me!" Unknown Caller Ch. 03 Trish poured herself another cup of coffee and opened her door to get her Sunday paper. "Damn, not again," Trish hissed. This was the second week in a row her paper was not delivered, or was taken by someone. She decided enough was enough, she was going to call the paper on Monday and find out what was going on! As Trish finished her coffee, her mind was recalling the events of the previous evening with John. He was incredibly sexy, gentle, passionate, and had pleasured her body in ways she had not imagined. Her hand slipped beneath her robe as she started to rub her breast. The soft material of her robe fell open; she set down her coffee and began to knead her tits with both hands. She squeezed them as her thumbnails traced across her nipples, causing them to quickly become erect. Her nipples, now stiff nubs, ached to be fondled. Taking both nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, she started twisting and pulling them. Leaning her head back and closing her eyes, she played with her nipples until they were throbbing. Trish felt a twinge between her legs; she knew at this point, she was quite wet. Spreading her legs, she eased closer to the edge of the chair. With one hand she started rubbing the wetness between her legs. Her fingers gliding between her swelling lips, teasing herself, yet at the same time heightening her arousal. Her other hand left her breast to rub her clit. Her middle finger brushed back and forth across her pleasure nub, as two of the fingers on her other hand slid up inside her. Trish could not stop thinking about John and how it felt to have him inside her. His cock was thick and fit tightly within her walls, filling her completely. Her body shivered with pleasure as she probed her fingers deeper and more rapidly. Trish stood up and rushed into the bedroom to retrieve her vibrator and some oil. She lay down on the bed, her sheets had John's scent on them, and this fueled her arousal. Picking up the oil, she poured some onto her hand and rubbed it all over her pussy. Trish could not wait any longer; she picked up the vibrator, turned it on and thrust it inside her. The quick, rough movement caused her body to buck. Her hips thrust off the bed and she let out a loud moan. When her butt hit the mattress, she started pumping the vibrator in and out in at a fevered pace. Trish felt her climax building; her hand was shaking as she worked the vibrator. Her feet felt like they were on fire, her toes curled tight, and her body thrashing atop the sheets. Trish cried out as her body tensed, then started to quiver in climatic shudders. Juices flowed out of her pussy as her climax peaked, she continued to thrust the rubber shaft inside her deep, the protruding bunny ears hitting against her clit. Trish placed the ears over her clit, turned up the vibration speed, and held it in place as another orgasm rocked her body. After the second orgasm, Trish's hand fell limp, and she laid there satisfied and relaxed. John sat in his meeting, trying to focus on the information being rattled off to him. Three rapes had occurred in the past two weeks, and they suspected a serial rapist was out on the streets. The three women could not give a thorough description; he wore a ski mask and smelled like beer. They knew he was a white male, approximately 18- 25 years of age, and all three women had received threatening messages on their cell phones. The messages would always read unknown caller. John and the other detective on the case concluded he was using a pre paid cell phone, possibly several, because those were much harder to trace. The messages were sexually explicit and angry. This young man was very angry and disturbed. He not only wanted control, he was out for revenge against these women. The crimes all took place late at night and within a 15 mile radius of each other. The third crime occurring last night, around midnight, just 5 miles from John's apartment complex. John could not stop thinking about Trish and last night. Her body pressed against his, her eyes blazing with passion, and hearing her moans of pleasure while his cock was buried inside her. He was starting to get hard just thinking about it, he had to wrap up this meeting and enjoy his day off. He wanted to get back to Trish. A beep on Trish's cell phone told her she could not stay in bed all day. John had said he would call her; he might have left a message. Trish went into the bathroom and started her shower running, then went to get her phone. She opened her phone, one new message. Unknown caller... I have fantasized about you for so long; you could not possibly know how bad I hunger for you. I can't wait to taste you, to feel you, to see the look in your eyes as I ram my hard cock into your hot pussy. The time is near, soon we will be together. My wants are now needs, only you can complete me. You will be my little slut, I will quench your desires and you will never seek another man. I am going to fuck you so good; you will be mine...always. Trish reread the message. This message was different from the others. Something had changed, the message was no longer arousing, and it seemed to be erratic. She sensed the sender was eager, and tired of waiting. Trish wished the messages would have been sent to the correct number. She felt bad that she could not reply to the message to let the sender aware of the mistake regarding the wrong number. It was now 10:30 and Trish climbed out of the shower and dried her hair. She was still waiting to hear from John. Walking into the kitchen, she noticed the light on her answering machine. John's voice filled the room... "Trish darlin', its John. Are you there? Ok, here's the deal, I am stuck here till at least 3:30, and things are not going as expected. Damn, I was looking forward to spending some time with you this afternoon. Can we reschedule for dinner? I will call you on my way home and swing by your apartment when I get there. You decide on a place to eat. Sorry Darlin'... talk to you soon." Trish wondered what she was going to do to fill her day. Normally she would go shopping, but did not feel like making a trip out today. She needed to call her friend Sarah, but that too did not appeal to her at this time. Trish decided to go sit by the pool and read for a while. She dressed in a pair of cotton shorts, a short sleeved buttoned shirt and sandals. She grabbed her sunglasses and her book and headed down to the pool. The pool was not crowded, a few people were sun tanning, and there was a group playing water volleyball on the far end of the pool. Trish sat down at an empty table, propped her feet up on a chair and started reading her book. The umbrella provided just the right amount of shade to make the heat bearable. Roger looked out his window and noticed Trish was alone by the pool. He had to hurry up and get ready; this was his chance to get close to her. His mind was racing...What would he say? What would he do? Would she reject him? He could not worry about all that now, he had to get ready. Roger went into his kitchen and guzzled down a beer, popped open another and poured Trish a glass of lemonade. He had overheard her say she loved lemonade. He knew a lot about her, but he wanted to know more! Trish sat reading her book, as Roger walked up to the table. She was not really in the mood for company, but for some reason she felt certain sympathy for Roger. He seemed to be a loner, not making too many friends. She did not know too much about him because she was not really into the pool "party scene", a crowd that would hang out at the pool on weekends, drink lots of alcohol and usually ended up starting a couple of fights. "Hey Trish, I brought you some lemonade." "Thank you Roger, that was sweet of you." "Mind if I join you?" Roger asked, as he pulled out a chair. "I'm not going to be here long, but sure have a seat," Trish said, giving herself an excuse if she decided to leave. Trish slowly sipped her drink. Roger seemed anxious, he continued to look around and kept checking his watch. They talked about their jobs, the weather, and other small talk. After about 20 minutes, Trish started to pack up her glasses and book to excuse herself. She stood up, blinked her eyes a few times and sat back down in her chair. "Trish, is there something wrong?" "Roger, I am not feeling so well all of a sudden." "Maybe you should go up to your apartment and lie down, you look pale." Trish stood up again and felt dizzy. "Roger, could you help me? I am dizzy and don't know if I can make it upstairs." Roger smiled, "I would be glad to help you, leave your things; I will come back and get them for you." Roger helped Trish to her feet, put her arm around his shoulders and walked her to the staircase that led to their apartments. Trish stopped at the bottom of the stairs, she felt drunk, and her mind was foggy. Roger helped her step by step; once again she stopped at the second floor landing outside Roger's apartment. "Roger, I have to stop and rest a second. I am sorry; I don't know what is happening." Roger unlocked the door to his apartment, picked Trish up and carried her inside. By this time, her eyes were closed and her speech was slurred. He set her down on the couch and rushed to gather her book, sunglasses and lemonade glass from the pool. When he returned just minutes later, she was passed out on the couch. Everything was perfect... now he just had to keep her there. Roger went into his bedroom to set everything up. He returned to the living room, picked Trish up and carried her into his bedroom and placed her on the bed. He reached over to the nightstand and picked up the ball gag, placed the ball in her mouth and secured the leather strap behind her head. Roger then placed the leather cuffs on her wrists, stretched out her arms and attached the restraints to the headboard. He removed her shorts and sandals and set them on the dresser. Spreading her legs wide, he attached the ankle restraints on her legs, and then secured them to the footboard. Roger stood at the end of the bed and took in the sight of Trish lying on his bed wearing a pair of white lace panties and her shirt. "Oh Trish, you look so beautiful. Your body is so sexy. Our time has almost come, my dear. I will show you what true pleasure is." Roger climbed onto the bed and straddled himself over Trish. He leaned over, kissed her neck and then trailed kisses down to the neckline of her shirt. Trish seemed to slip in and out of consciousness and she could not move, all she could do was moan. As his lips reached her top button, he sat up and ripped open her shirt exposing her voluptuous breasts partially covered by a white lace bra. Reaching into the nightstand, Roger took out a knife and cut the front of her bra and the sides of her underwear. The bra sprung apart freeing her breasts. "Oh Trish, I have waited so long for this moment. I fantasized about cupping your tits in my hands, kneading them, and then sucking on your nipples till you moaned in ecstasy." Roger reached out and grabbed her breast, kneading them roughly in his hands. Trish tried to scream, but nothing came out. Her mind was not fully aware of everything that was happening, and her vision was blurred. Roger eased down and placed a nipple in his mouth and started sucking powerfully on her nipple. He worked back and forth on each one, and then started tugging them with his teeth. Trish could feel pain, but was unsure why. Roger was highly aroused by watching her squirm, hearing her moan and watching her eyes fluttering open then closed. "Not yet, Trish dear, you must wait. I want you fully aware when my cock rams into your hot pussy. I want you to know that it is me fucking you. I want you to know it is me!" Roger unzipped his shorts and took out his cock. He was hard from touching Trish's body, and thinking about what he was going to do to her. He grabbed the shaft and started stroking it while he continued to play with her nipples with his other hand. He stroked slowly as he talked to her... "Do you know how many times I have jacked off watching you tan by the pool? I watch your breasts heaving in your swimsuit and imagine myself shooting my load all over them." Tightening his grip, he started stroking faster... "Those other women were whores, they could not compare to you. I want you Trish. They were just a piece of ass. They were garbage. I wanted to show them they were not good enough, they may look like you, but they were nowhere as beautiful or erotic as you." Roger continued pumping rapidly up and down on his cock. He imagined he was pumping in and out of Trish's hot, wet pussy. He closed his eyes and pictured what he would do to her later. His balls tightened together, his cock jerking, he knew soon he would finally be able to finally cum all over her beautiful tits. "Oh Trish, are you ready? I am about to shoot my hot jizz all over your tits, baby. You want me to cum on your tits, don't you? I know you want this. Here it comes, get ready." Roger's cum sprayed all over Trish's breast. He moaned loudly as he watched his cum spraying her and dripping down the sides of her tits. He smiled as she moaned and squirmed. "Thank you baby," he said as he climbed off of her and kissed her cheek. "I will return the favor later," he whispered in her ear, and then got up off of the bed. He looked at the clock and knew it would be at least two more hours before the Rohypnol would wear off. Trish should be alert then, and he could explain his thoughts to her and show her how he could pleasure her. In the meantime, he was hungry. He would go out, have a few beers and grab some food. "I'll be back in a bit, sweetheart; I'm going out for some beer and food. Trish, I want you to be a good girl till I get back! Don't give me a reason to have to get angry with you!" Roger laughed as he grabbed his keys and headed out the door. John was wrapping up his day at the office. He had asked the three women that had been raped to come down to the station again, to talk with him. They had each given statements to other officers, but he wanted to meet them and see if he could pick up on any other details they might have overlooked. "John, the women are all here. They are in room two, waiting for you," said another detective. John walked into the room and greeted the women and thanked them for coming in on a Sunday. His brows lowered as he noticed all three women had long dark hair and brown eyes. John immediately thought of Trish. The women all resembled her, none were as beautiful or sexy as Trish, but he was biased on that observation. He tried to focus over the next hour on their stories and write down everything he could that might help his case. He wanted this guy off the streets...Fast! Finally John had wrapped up everything he could for today. He handed his notes to his partner as he came on duty, and picked up the phone to call Trish. He left a message on her answering machine and her cell phone, assuming she was in the shower. John left the station and started on his way to Trish's apartment. He could not get the strange feeling about the similarity of the victims' looks to hers out of his mind. Thirty minutes into his drive, he called Trish again...still no answer. John had a very bad feeling overcome him. After ten years of being a detective and another ten, as an officer, he knew to listen to his feelings. Picking up his cell phone, he called his partner, and asked him to find a patrol officer in the area of his apartment and have him meet him there. John pulled into the parking lot where Trish parked her car; he noticed it was still where she parked it yesterday. Roger sat at the bar, drinking his third beer and eating a burger with fries. He had walked to a nearby pub that he would often visit. He sat watching a woman with long dark hair seated with a guy in the corner. His anger was growing, he thought how cheap she looked in her tight skirt, and low cut shirt with red high heels. "How dare she even try to look like Trish and dress in a whore's outfit?" Roger said under his breath. Trish was waking up, her mind still not completely clear. She blinked her eyes several times before her focus became clear. She lifted her head, saw her bare breasts and felt her leg and arm restraints. Panic set in, her head whipped around trying to take it all in and figure out where she was. She tried to scream, but nothing came out. Trish started thrashing around; at one point the headboard hit the wall, making a loud thump. Trish froze... no one was in the room, but was someone else here? Trish waited, when no one came into the room, she thrashed again, THUMP, THUMP. Nothing, Trish started to cry. John walked up the steps to Trish's apartment. He knocked on the door, no answer. He called her phone and could hear it ringing. He tried her cell phone, nothing. John walked down the stairs where he was met by, David, an officer he knew well. John explained what was going on as they walked to the pool area. There were about a dozen people around the pool. John started asking around, finally a guy spoke up. "Yeah, I think I saw her earlier. She was walking over toward the stairs with the weird dude that lives on the second floor. She looked drunk or something..." John knew exactly which "weird dude" the guy was talking about. John rushed to Roger's door, David right behind him. They reached the door, John knocked hard three times with his fist. When there was no answer, John knocked again. Trish heard the knocking on the door; she thrashed as hard as she could...THUMP, THUMP, THUMP. John listened. "David, did you hear that?" David listened, again the faint sound of a thump from inside. "Yeah, someone is in there!" John yelled, "Roger, this is Detective Harding, Houston Police Department, open up!" Trish heard John's voice. With every ounce of strength she banged as hard as she could on the wall. "Trish, are you in there," John's voice becoming frantic. "Three for yes!" THUMP, THUMP, THUMP John looked at David, "I'm going in!" John said with his jaw clenched. John stepped back, raised his leg and kicked. He kicked again. The third kick, the door flew open and John and David both drew their guns. "Cover me," John said as he walked in. "Trish, darlin', where are you?" THUMP, THUMP John walked into the bedroom and froze. He looked at Trish shackled to the bed, gagged and mostly naked. She looked at him, tears flowing from her eyes. He felt like someone just kicked him in the stomach and chest at the same time. Looking in her eyes, he saw fear and shame. He could feel the anger inside him intensifying. He took a deep breath. "David, all clear in here, I have her...Stay out there!" John shouted. He walked over to the bed and carefully removed the ball gag from Trish's mouth. Next he unbuckled the leather straps around her wrists, and then freed her ankles. Trish immediately drew her legs to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, trying to cover herself. "John, where am I? How did you find me?" Trish whispered. John picked up Trish's shorts and handed them to her. "You can put these on." David called out to John, "Can you come in here, John?" John stepped into the living room. David pointed to a ski mask on the arm of the couch, as well as a stack of newspapers. John picked up his phone and called his partner. "I think we know who the rapist is. Get me a search warrant and a forensics team over here as quick as you can. You may want to get out here too. I need to take Trish to the ER to have them check her out, and then I will bring her to the station to give a statement." John looked over to David, "Don't touch anything." Returning to Trish, John took a deep breath and walked calmly into the bedroom. He knew he had to stay calm and in control for her, she had been through "God only knows what" already. Trish was headed into the bathroom. John had to stop her and instruct her on what she could and could not do. He explained to her what they needed to do, and where he would be taking her. Unknown Caller Ch. 03 "John, can I go to my apartment and get a change of clothes?" Trish asked. "Sure darlin', just remember everything I said, and you can put your robe on for now. I will walk up with you." Trish and John walked upstairs to her apartment. Trish put her key in the lock. John stopped; he could hear someone approaching the staircase whistling. John crept down to the second floor where David was standing outside the door to Roger's apartment. Roger, completely unaware of John and David, practically skipped up the steps, his mind obsessed with the thought of Trish lying on his bed waiting for him. As he reached the last step and turned, he saw the two men and his door busted in. He turned to run, John reached out grabbed him and shoved him against the wall. David put his handcuffs on Roger and patted him down. David looked over at John and said, "Go to her, I will take care of him." About that time John's partner arrived with the warrant and forensics team. "Go take care of Trish, John. I will meet you back at the station to take her statement after you get her checked out at the hospital." John agreed and went upstairs to get Trish. She had packed a bag and put her robe on. He still had a horrible feeling in his gut. He just met this woman, but his feelings for her were strong. All he wanted to do at that moment was take care of her. He knew the next few hours were going to be rough on her. "Trish, as we walk downstairs, I want you to know, they have Roger in custody." "John, I don't have to see him, do I?" "He should be in the police car, darlin', just stay close to me and you will do fine." "John...Thank you," Trish whispered as she held his arm tightly. The next three hours were not easy for Trish. She underwent a rape exam at the hospital where they collected different samples from her. Then to the police station to answer, what seemed like a million questions. She finally knew the truth about the text messages. Roger had sent out similar messages to the other women that he had raped. She was pretty sure Roger had not raped her, but it was confirmed he had ejaculated on her chest. She felt humiliated, dirty, scared, but oddly enough hungry... "John, I know this is an odd request right now, but can we get something to eat? I don't think I have had anything all day." "Darlin', you can have anything you desire," John was just glad she said "we", he was sure she would not want to be in the company of any men for awhile. He figured she would need time to sort through her feelings after her horrible ordeal. Trish had changed into jeans and a t-shirt at the hospital; she really wanted a shower, but her stomach needed food first. "How about Denny's, there is one near the apartments?" "Denny's it is, Darlin', your wish shall be granted." Dinner was awkward for John; he was not sure what he should say. She did not seem to want to talk about what had happened earlier. He wondered if she somehow blamed him for not being with her. He wished he could have protected her. His jaw clenched as he thought about what he wanted to do to Roger for hurting her. Trish ate pretty quickly, she was famished. She wondered how John felt about her now, when he found her, he appeared to be very angry...Was he angry with her? Would he still desire her, after seeing her like that? She rubbed her wrists, which were still sore from the leather rubbing her skin. John once again felt as if someone had punched him in the chest. He hated that Trish was hurting. "Let's get you home, Darlin', I am sure you want to shower and get some rest." "You're right," Trish agreed, "I would really enjoy a hot shower!" As John parked the car, Trish stared at the apartment building. She would have to walk by Roger's apartment each time she left or came home, she took a deep breath. She could do this; she had to look at this rationally. She was lucky she had not been hurt or raped like the other women. They walked quickly up the stairs to her apartment, John stood with Trish outside her door. He had barely touched her since he found her. He wanted to grab her in his arms and hold and kiss her until her fear and pain was gone. Trish opened the door, turned on the light, and then turned to look at John. "John, will you stay with me tonight?" "Trish, are you sure that is what you want?" "Yes, I feel safe in your arms, and I need it to be your hands and mouth that I feel on my skin." John reached over and grabbed her into his arms, pulled her close and kissed her passionately. "Darlin', I need to go get some clothes, but I will be right back!" Trish had the shower running when John returned. She undressed and asked him to join her. He quickly removed his clothes and stepped into the shower after her. He stood back and admired how sexy she looked as the water ran down her body. Trish poured some shower gel into her hands and proceeded to apply it to her body. John tried to control himself, his cock was getting hard and he wanted to touch her all over. She backed up against John's body, she could feel his arousal against her back, and this excited her that he was excited. Reaching back, she grabbed his hands and placed them on her waist, laced her fingers in between his and guided them over her abdomen then up to her breast. John took over from there... John whispered into her ear, "Oh, darling', I want you so bad, but let me know if anything I do makes you feel uncomfortable." His hands were slipping across her breast, and his fingers teasing her nipples into hard nubs as he spoke. Trish turned to face him, his hands slid back to her waist. "John, I feel safe, secure and completely comfortable with you. Even though we just met, I trust you." John looked into her eyes, lowered his head and put his mouth on hers. Trish let out a small moan as his hands cupped her ass. As her mouth opened, John intensified the kiss, his lips pressed hard against her lips and his tongue met hers. As they kissed, his hand slid between her legs and he began to gently rub back and forth. She took his cock into one hand, and his balls in the other, his cock growing stiffer and stiffer with each gentle stroke. When John broke their kiss, to look at her, Trish bent over and took his cock into her mouth. John was taken aback by how erotic she looked, bent over with the water raining on her back, her head slowly bobbing up and down and her mouth around his cock. John moaned, she started sucking harder and taking him deeper into her throat. "Trish...you are going to make me cum!" Trish eased herself to her knees and looked up at John as she continued to suck. He knew then, that was just what she intended to do. John looked down at Trish... "You are so sexy, Darlin'," John growled and then moaned as he exploded his cum into the back of her mouth. Trish looked up at him and smiled, it was the first time all day that she felt she had regained control. It felt great! John lifted her back to her feet, reached behind her and turned off the water, and pulled her close kissing her deeply. They stepped out of the shower and dried off. John picked Trish up and carried her to the bed and set her on the edge. As he knelt on the floor, he eased her legs apart and positioned himself between them. She watched him as he kissed the insides of her thighs, taking his sweet time moving closer to her. She ran her fingers through his wet hair as he started moving his tongue along the top of her legs, and over her lower lips. She moaned when he started kissing her slit as his tongue probed in to flick her clit. John licked along the full length of her slit, driving her crazy with desire. As he continued to lick, he slid one finger inside her. She was wet, her juices lubricating her canal, he inserted another finger and gently stroked her inner walls. "John, I want you inside me. I need to feel your cock deep inside me!" John rose to his feet, and Trish also stood up. John smiled; he knew she wanted to be on top. He learned from the last time, that she could achieve a quick orgasm from being that position. John lay down and she wasted no time climbing on top of him. He grabbed his cock and she eased herself down until he was fully inside her. Trish started moving her hips back and forth atop his hips. She loved the way his cock rested perfectly against her G-spot. As soon as she started moving, she could feel his cock head rubbing against it. She continued to rock slowly, feeling her orgasm building from deep inside her. Gradually she increased her speed, she could feel her body starting to shiver, and then the shivers turned into quakes. John could feel she was close to climax; he reached up and grabbed her hips, helping her maintain a steady pace. As he felt her walls tighten around his cock he started moving her hips up and down, her body bouncing hard and fast atop his cock. Trish yelled out as her body released a flow of juices and her body went rigid. John once again slowed the pace, and went back to a rocking position buried deep inside her. As Trish's orgasm subsided, John eased her body up and off of him. She wondered what he was going to do, his cock was still rock hard. She lay down on her back; he moved up and kissed her. John whispered in her ear, "Roll over Darlin', and let's see if we can give you another one of those." Trish rolled over onto her stomach. John lifted her hips and instructed her to rest her weight on her knees and hands. He guided his cock slowly back inside her, her pussy was so wet, so hot! John eased himself deep inside her and reached one hand under her to rub her clit. Trish closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his cock slowly pumping in and out and the tingling feeling in her clit. "You feel so damn good," John growled. He moved his hands to her hips, moving them faster and harder up against his body. Trish started to moan, he gently pushed down on her shoulders and she lowered them to the bed. John's cock was further inside her now, once again rubbing deep within her walls. He started pumping in and out again, this time quickly. Each time he thrust deep inside her, she would whisper, "yes". John could feel his skin tighten around his balls, as well as her muscles tighten in her inner walls. He thrust as hard and as deep as he could, making her scream out as she reached another climax. "Yes, Yes, Oh John, Yes, That's it, YES!" "Trish, I'm gonna cum!" "Cum inside me John, deep inside me!" John thrust deep inside her as his semen flowed into her. He slowly pumped gently as his erection subsided, then he eased out of her. Trish rolled over onto her side. John collapsed onto his back looking over at Trish. She leaned over and kissed him, and he pulled her on top of him. Trish, exhausted and satisfied, laid her head on his chest. John covered her with the blanket and wrapped his arms around her. "What are you doing to me darlin'?" John laughed. "Hopefully making you as happy as you make me," Trish whispered and smiled. John hugged her close until she drifted off to sleep, then he too closed his eyes and fell asleep.