Dan pulled away for a second. Stacie opened her eyes to see him staring at her, his eyes almost black, before he descended on her again, kissing her fiercely, hungrily. Stacie felt his tongue at her lips. She opened her mouth without hesitation, allowing his tongue to glide inside, feeling it circling around hers. Stacie joined in rolling her tongue around his, tasting him, enjoying the intimacy. This was the moment she had been waiting for, the taste, the passion.
The hand on her bottom began to wander, caressing up and down her spine. Each tickling touch made her quiver and tremble. Impatient, Stacie took control, plunging her tongue deeper into his mouth, swinging her leg up over his hip in invitation, wanting more and more. Yearning for more, she thrust herself at him, but Dan pulled away. He gently removed her leg and placed it back on the bed. Stacie flushed, knowing she had done wrong by taking the initiative. She began to roll away from him, embarrassed, but he pulled her back, holding her close to nuzzle into his neck. She felt his breath on her right ear and then he began kissing and pulling at her ear lobe, leaving her shivering through her entire body.
He rolled her onto her back and hovered over her, supporting his weight on his elbows as he gently touched her cheek with his hand, running his other hand through her hair. He slid his tongue back in her mouth. She accepted eagerly. She’d never tasted anyone so good. Stacie craved to touch him, to feel his body, but that wasn’t what this lesson was about. If she did, he would almost certainly stop, and that she definitely didn’t want.
He transferred his weight to one elbow, running his free hand down to her waist and then further to her hip, his lithe fingers tickling and teasing. Stacie leaned her body into his touch. He brought the hand to her chest and she barely breathed as he ran his hand over the top of her breast. She longed for him to touch her bare flesh. He pulled away from her then, kneeling up to tug at her top. She sat up to assist and he pulled it up over her head, discarding it on the floor next to the bed. She pushed her chest out invitingly and met his eyes.
He lowered her back to the bed and kissed her neck and shoulders, her whole body quivering in sensation as his gentle hands and lips teased her body. It had been so long since she’d felt so desired.
As Dan kissed a trail round her neck, he began flicking his tongue out, blowing on the wet marks he made. Stacie shivered with every blow, throwing her head back on the pillow. He moved his lips down toward her breasts and she thrust them toward him. But he bypassed her breasts completely, shifting his body down to continue his kisses down her stomach. Nearly growling with frustration, Stacie forced herself to lie patiently. Dan arrived at the waistband of her jeans and paused.
Stacie lifted her head up to glance at him. Dan met her gaze with a waggle of his eyebrows and a quirk of his lips. A rush of desire seized her and she barely managed to resist thrusting her crotch in his face. He ran his finger round her waistband, slowly undoing the button and then the zip. She raised her hips to allow him to pull her jeans down. Her world was Dan and this room. The only thing she wanted right now was for him to take her, fill her, empty his seed within her. She would have done anything. Stacie widened her thighs in welcome as Dan positioned himself above her. She could feel his jeans against her bare legs, his erection beneath the denim pressing into her yearning pussy. He lay over her, gazing at her breasts. She quickly thrust her boobs up toward him, desperate for him to touch her.
Shifting his weight to one elbow, his other hand slid up her slender torso to cup her breast in its lacy covering. He dropped kisses across the top of her boobs and ran his thumb over her hard nipple poking through the silky material, eager for attention. Stacie jiggled her hips, almost beside herself with desire and longing. How much longer would he make this last? Transferring his weight to his knees, Dan sat back a little, caressing both breasts and pushing them together. He put his face in the cleavage he had made and kissed first one breast, then the other, inhaling deeply. Stacie dropped her head back, closing her eyes.
Dan slid his hands around to her back to unclasp her bra. She lifted up on her elbows, allowing him to remove it. He peeled it away and it joined her top on the floor. They both stared down at her naked breasts for a second before Dan descended. He didn’t suck on her nipples as she had expected. Instead, he pressed his lips gently against them, kissing them all over, but avoiding the nipple area. Stacie cupped her boobs together feeling his lips all over them. She closed her eyes, forcing herself to wait, anticipating the moment.
He toyed with her breasts for a while, kissing around them, then down to her stomach. He kissed all over her hips and waist and back to her breasts. He pushed them together and then, without warning, he pinched both nipples at the same time, sending her screaming in pleasure as pulses raged through her body. She thrust her pelvis into his groin, feeling her juices soaking her thong. He sucked on her right nipple, whilst pinching her left one, adding a gentle pull and twist. Her body ran wild, all her nerve endings sending urgent flashes to her pussy, craving for more and more. Dan teased her nipples, sucking one then moving quickly to the other, making her body spasm and buck.
She wanted to grab his cock, wondering if he was as hot as her—she was burning. Instead, she reached behind her to grab the bedhead, pushing her body up to him in a mute plea. He gripped her left nipple with his teeth and gave a gentle tug. She collapsed on the bed, thrusting her pelvis into his. He kept firm hold of her breasts, pushing them together, licking from one nipple to the other. Stacie bit hard on her lower lip, trying not to cry out with pure excitement.
Dan worked his way back down her body, kissing all the way down her soft skin until he arrived at her pubic mound. He kissed all around the triangle of her panties, sodden with her juices. He ran his tongue down one inner thigh, then back up again, stopping just short of her pussy. She let out an involuntary mew as he skipped over to the other side and repeated the action. Stacie clenched her pelvic muscles and wriggled beneath him, resisting the urge to beg.
She felt his breath on her mound as he blew over her pussy. His lips pressed against her panties and his hands ran up and down her thighs. He hooked one finger into the front of her panties and pulled them all the way down. She felt him roll off her, but he didn’t go far. She opened her eyes and saw him lying next to her, just taking her nakedness in. She lay before him, smiling, unashamed, wanting to give him the gift of her body. Soon he was back, covering her body with his, kissing her urgently, his hands roaming her body as if they didn’t know where to go first.
He kissed down her body, sucking and nibbling on her nipples until she was breathless, then continued down to her pussy. Dan spread her thighs wide and positioned himself between them. She closed her eyes and felt his breath hot on her as he kissed all over her mound.
Stacie lay back on the bed, trying her hardest not to direct him. Whatever he would do to her it would make her wail with delight. They’d probably be able to hear her at the other side of Desires. She waited, tense with anticipation. Then, she felt his tongue hot and wet within her labia. Stacie cried out as the sensation rampaged through her entire body, hitting every nerve ending possible.
His fingers swiped her clitoris, which was aching with need. She lunged her hips off the bed, pushing herself against him. He flattened out his tongue and lapped at her, as she grabbed her breasts, toying with her nipples. Then she felt him slide two fingers within her, pushing in and up. She squealed aloud as the point of his tongue taunted her sensitive folds of flesh and his skilful fingers played her like a violin.
He was driving her mind to captivity—this young horny, sexy man who had certainly had the right touch was commanding her body. She craved him, wanting more. Her body was sweating, and her mind transported by what Dan was doing to her.
Stacie felt herself beginning to lose control. Dan’s tongue dipped in and out of her pussy, alternating with his fingers, while his other hand tormented her clitoris. Her whole body was taken over, sweat blossomed on her skin. She clenched her inner muscles around Dan’s finger
s, trying to wring maximum feeling from them. She was sure he had managed to slide a third finger in her slick tunnel. She was past caring, lost in pleasure, thrusting frantically against him. As his fingers kept up their steady rhythm, his lips surrounded her clit, sucking lightly as his tongue flicked over the bud. Stacie screamed out as her clitoris burst with sensation, her hips rising off the bed as her orgasm swept over her. She clung to the bedhead, letting her body buck. It seemed to go on forever, then finally began to ebb.
Stacie relaxed onto the bed, quivering with the after-effects. She felt Dan sit back on his heels on the bed, but she couldn’t muster up the strength to open her eyes. Her heart pounded and her breath came in shuddery gasps. She could feel wetness trickling down her thighs and pooling on the duvet. Had that all come from her? She felt the bed creak and dip as Dan got off and then she heard the bathroom door open.
She opened her eyes in time to see Dan disappearing inside the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind him. Stacie stared after him for a few seconds. When he didn’t come back quickly, she climbed off the bed, pulled the duvet back and slipped beneath the covers. She put her fingers down to her inner thighs, feeling the moisture still trickling from her. She puffed up the pillows and got comfortable while she waited for Dan to come back. Stacie stretched, cat-like, feeling her body relax into a delightful torpor.
The bathroom door soon opened and Dan came out. She watched him head over to the large flat-screen television. He picked up the remote and turned the television on, putting it on mute, before coming over to the bed to sit on the end.
He turned to look at her. “How are you feeling?”
“Wet,” she replied, giving Dan a naughty smile.
“Is there anything in particular you’d like to do now?”
“How about just chilling for a bit,” she said, imagining them snuggled up together in bed, watching mindless television and talking. She wondered what his next plan with her would be.
“Sounds good. Would you like some more wine?”
“That’d be great,” she said, not too bothered about what happened for the next ten minutes, as long as she got close to him.
Stacie watched him pour out another two glasses. Her gaze roved his body, she yearned to touch and caress him. Her response to him surprised her. She had never experienced the feeling of being hungry for sex. Sometimes it had been nice, but nothing special, and she’d never been that bothered really. If it hadn’t been for Dan, that would still have been the case.
He passed her one of the glasses of wine and the remote control to the television, and then flashed her a smile before leaving the room. Stacie shot up in bed, panicked. Where was he going? She thought they were going to snuggle up in bed together. But, wait, he’d poured himself a glass of wine. He couldn’t be going far. Stacie made herself relax back against the pillows. She flicked through the channels, not finding anything interesting so she switched it off. She climbed out of the bed to make her way over to the large window. There wasn’t much to see. It was dark outside now, the winter night looming. Winter was her least favourite time of the year, cold, wet and miserable, nothing to be cheerful about. Then there was Christmas fast approaching, a very expensive time of the year. Graham had always seemed to go out of his way to make Christmas miserable. Roll on spring.
She wandered to the bathroom to clean herself up while she waited for Dan. Stacie gazed in the mirror seeing her breasts gleaming with sweat. Her tummy seemed flatter. Must be all the exercise she was getting. Stacie hadn’t stopped sweating since she met Dan, but she certainly wasn’t about to complain. She grabbed the robe of the back of the door and was coming back into the bedroom as Dan entered through the other door, carrying two bottles of mineral water.
“I wasn’t sure if you preferred still or sparkling so I got both. I don’t want you getting a headache from all that wine,” he said, brandishing the bottles before placing them on the table.
Stacie’s heart somersaulted. He was so thoughtful.
“So, which would you like?” That sweet half-smile was back as he watched her watching him.
“Hmm? Oh. Still, please.” Best watch that. Can’t let him see how much you like him. Keep it together, girl.
Stacie sat back on the bed watching Dan pour the water. She wished she could find out more about his personal life, about the man himself. How much was off-limits? Maybe it was time to find out.
“How long have you been working here?” she asked him, not sure if he would answer.
“Eight months,” he replied. He walked over to the bed and passed her a glass of water. He sat down on the bed, half-lying facing her, propped up on his elbow. She was a little disappointed, hoping he would have got into bed with her. But he was fully-clothed still.
“You obviously enjoy it?”
“Yes I do,” he replied.
One question sprang into her mind. She remembered that every time they had had a session, he disappeared off by himself. She’d wondered why, but now the answer seemed clear. How could she have been so stupid? She hesitated before asking, but decided to bite the bullet.
“Were you masturbating in the bathroom after you finished me?”
Dan turned around to stare at her and for a second she wished she hadn’t asked. A bit personal, Stacie, she said to herself.
“Yes, I was,” Dan replied, not seeming too bothered.
She looked at him, not sure if she was more shocked by him doing it, or that he’d admitted it. “Why didn’t you do it with me?” she asked in a small voice, not at all sure she wanted to hear the answer.
Dan just smiled. “Because that comes later.”
Stacie felt her smile bursting to come through. She wanted to jump around the room with excitement, knowing she was going to get her toy boy. It couldn’t come soon enough. She wanted the evening to suddenly speed up and get on with the next lesson immediately.
Trying to calm down, she asked the first question that came into her head. “Do you normally get excited after a session?”
“With you, yes.”
“What about with other people?”
He paused. “Confidentiality, remember,” he told her, moving further up the bed alongside her.
Confidentiality, my arse, she thought, remembering how he had happily told her about masturbating in front of the old woman. But then she also remembered how she had reacted to that revelation. Perhaps she should just stop asking him about his experiences with other people.
“So, what’s my next lesson?” she asked, keen to hear his reply.
“Well, if of course it’s okay with you—” he said, turning his head to look deep into her eyes “—I thought I could teach you oral.”
She stared at Dan and he gazed directly back at her. Stacie felt her knees trembling. “You mean—”
“Yes, on me.”
Finally, she would get to see his cock, maybe even see him naked. She wriggled with delight, the thought already turning her on.
Dan sipped his water and reached for the remote. His hand brushed the skin of her arm as he picked it up, raising goosepimples. She couldn’t believe how much she reacted to even the tiniest of touches. He put the television back on and flicked the channels until he found a sports channel.
“Do you mind if we have this on for a bit? My team’s playing,” he said.
“It’s fine,” Stacie replied, touched that he’d asked her. When Graham put football on she would leave the room and head off doing something completely different, but with Dan, Stacie didn’t care as long as they were together.
She sipped at her water and lay back, closing her eyes, thinking about her life and where she wanted to be. Her job was important but she needed to have her life back. She needed to socialise more, go out, have fun, be slightly extravagant, let her hair down and be free. Once she had finished the sessions with Dan, hopefully she would be able to do just that.
* * * *
Stacie’s eyes flicked open with a start. Dan was still watching footbal
l. She scrubbed at her eyes, not believing she’d dozed off. Dan turned around and smiled at her. “Did you enjoy your snooze?”
She didn’t answer immediately, still getting her bearings and a bit dozy. She had dreamed about Desires but she was with someone else, not Dan. She shook her head slightly. It was only a dream and she was here with Dan in this gorgeous bedroom.
“Yes, I did, thank you,” she replied.
“Good.”
Stacie smiled at him in response. She slid out from under the duvet and headed to the bathroom. She flicked on the mirror lights and gazed at her reflection. The woman looking back at her was someone she didn’t recognise. This woman looked replete, content, and very, very pleased with herself. Was this what good sex did to you?
A smile crept onto her face as she thought about Dan, and Stacie watched her reflection get a dreamy look on its face. She would never have thought that she could feel so comfortable in such a short space of time having a very sexy young man show her how to masturbate. She still didn’t approve of the behaviour she’d witnessed in the garden, and as for him masturbating in front of a woman old enough to be his grandmother, that was disgusting…
Stop! Stop thinking about it. Stacie watched her reflection frown. She stared into her own troubled eyes, wishing the thoughts would stop. After all, he wasn’t her man and would never be. She signed a contract and needed to realise Dan was being paid to teach her.
Why would a gorgeous young man like him need to work in this kind of place? And why on earth did he not have a girlfriend? Maybe he did and she didn’t mind, or didn’t know. No. What woman in the world would be happy with her boyfriend having sex with other women for money? Stacie was desperately curious, but knew Dan wouldn’t answer any of her questions. He had his life and she had hers. He was her tutor and that was the way it must remain.
She cleaned herself, then brushed her hair, and freshened her makeup. Satisfied, Stacie headed back out. The football had finished and they were on the post-match talky waffle. Dan muted it as she came out and sat up to face her.
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