He was up before me the next morning. I heard him in the kitchen talking to someone, probably Kat. The smell of coffee and eggs probably woke me. I quickly got up, and pulled on my capris from the night before, but left his t-shirt on. I hastily went to the bathroom; I finger brushed my hair, and brushed my teeth after retrieving my tooth brush from my bag on the floor.
After that, I peeked out of the bedroom door anxious to see him, and both Victor and Kat turned towards the sound of the door opening.
“Morning, sleepy head. It’s after nine,” Victor teased. He was at the stove stirring a steaming pan of eggs. He cooked, too.
Kat laughed. She was sitting at the table in a long nightgown, sipping a cup of coffee. “Yeah, Victor has already run ten miles, showered, and made us breakfast at this ungodly hour.” Her murmur of displeasure made it sound that this was a common occurrence.
I laughed and joined her at the table. “Is there anything I can do?” I asked.
“Not a thing, Mi Cara. Eat and enjoy!” He placed a plate of scrambled eggs with a bit of cheese before me, and a cup of coffee. He was a in a much better mood this morning and seemed very refreshed. He placed a light kiss on the top of my head and then returned to the kitchen island to grab some plates for him and Kat then joined us at the table. We ate, and I enjoyed the teasing motherly-son banter between the two.
I learned that Kat was divorced, and forty five. She had grown up in the military, joined the military and had two grown children in Ohio where her ex lived. Military life was all she knew. She worked at MacDill Air Force Base in shipping and receiving and loved her job, and county. She was a gung-ho patriot. Victor, when in the military had been in charge of fitness, and did PT with the troops to ensure they were in top physical form and able to meet the physical fitness qualifications of the job. “Yeah, for one month out of the year, I would let him boss me around and scream at me, at what a lazy fat ass I was, but the rest of the year, I do the bossing around,” she teased.
“That’s right, Sergeant!” Victor laughed, but made the statement with respect and gave her a mock salute. I did not now about military ranks, but felt somehow that she must have out ranked him when he had been in the military.
As we finished breakfast Victor announced to Kat that he was going to take me canoeing in Pinellas Park this morning. We would join her and some of his other friends that lived in the complex all later for the pool party they were having around three. It was a surprise to me as he had not even mentioned these plans to me, but it would be nice to have a little alone time with him this morning, I thought.
“Okay, well, I will clean up, since you cooked, and you both go on ahead,” Kat stated as she began to clear the dishes from the table.
Victor took my hand, and we went back into the bedroom. “We will shower when we come back, Monica, Is that okay?” He was now in the bathroom brushing his teeth.
“Sure,” I muttered, as I quickly pulled my blue panties down, and then pulled on a pair of fresh white ones. I had brought two pairs of shorts. I selected the denim for canoeing instead of the white ones. Hurrying, because the water was now off, I turned and pulled off his t-shirt, and slipped into my bra, and to go with the denim I chose a pale pink t-shirt with the American Idol insignia on it. I was still a fan of the show despite all of the changes in judges and format.
He came out of the bathroom and saw what I wore. “Cute. You like reality TV?”
I blushed, “Yeah, my one guilty pleasure.”
“You will have plenty of guilty pleasures before I am done with you,” he smirked with that crooked grin. And the fire in his ice blue eyes was back, which I was very happy to see.
“Have you ever been canoeing?” he asked as he gathered items from his dresser to put in his pockets. He also took a small framed photograph and put it frame face down, I noticed. I had not seen it last night as it had been dark in the room last night and we had not put on the lights. Earlier, I had been in too much of a hurry to get out and join Victor and Kat for breakfast that I hadn’t scoped out my surroundings either. I did notice that there were not a lot of personal possessions in the room, though. He also had several boxes in the corner that he had yet to unpack.
“Lots of times, actually. I am a farm and wilderness girl. Grew up in a village in Maine, spent my summers fishing, camping and hiking. My dad loved the outdoors, and so do I,” I informed him as thoughts of the photo slipped from my mind.
“Really, awesome! A farm girl. Mmmm,” he teased, looking at me through the reflection in the mirror, and then giving me a bit of his own history. “I grew up just over the bridge in Clearwater. My parents are Italian. They were from New York originally, obviously.” He pointed at himself. “They retired here, when I was . . . hmm, fourteen, I think. So I am a city boy, but I love the great outdoors and Florida.” He fastened his watch on, and turned back to me. “Ready to go?” I nodded. He looked pleased. I was too. We had our obvious differences, but we had a great deal in common as well.
The ride to Pinellas Park was about thirty minutes from his apartment complex. On the way there he was quiet at first, but eventually he started to quiz me on the music and the artists. Of course, I reminded him that I was horrible with names, artists, and song titles. He laughed and said what do you call your students, “Hey, You?”
“Sometimes,” I said with a straight face, then I laughed also.
We parked and made our way to the rental hut. It was a rough structure made to look like a large tiki hut. He rented a canoe for the two of us and handed me a paddle and a lightweight life jacket as park policy required we wear them. For about ten minutes, we paddled in silence enjoying the fresh air and the bountiful flora and fauna around us.
“Monica, I don’t want to ruin the mood, but I want to be as honest as I can with you, ok? Those things I told you the other morning I meant.”
My heart hammered into my chest. This was the only man I had ever been excited about, but he kept warning me off. “Okay,” I said hesitantly and I waited for him to continue.
“My life is complicated. I have a lot going on with switching careers, seeing what direction my life is going to take. I am still in the reserves, so one weekend a month it is all about that. Two weekends a month I have family obligations, and it’s all about them. I don’t have time for a full time relationship. There are things going on that I don’t want to talk about with you. I am busy right now with trying to start up this new business. I can tell already, you are a good girl, who deserves someone who will put you first, but I just can’t do that right now, if ever. I can give you one weekend a month maybe, and one or two nights a week.” When I didn’t respond right away, he continued. “Look, you can even see other people if you like?” Then he waited.
Other people? I only met him four days ago, but instinctively knew no one could compare. It just wasn’t in me to juggle two guys at once. I also didn’t want to be just a casual occasional sexual encounter. Again, I wondered why he was pushing me away. I chose my words carefully.
“Victor, I like you, a lot,” I emphasized. I am willing to take what you can give me for now. I like my life; it is simple and not complicated. I am not interested in seeing two guys at the same time, ever. It is just not who I am. Can’t we just enjoy the time we have together when we are together and worry about the rest later. If it’s because you want to see other girls when you are not with me then. . .” I lowered my gaze and left the thought unfinished. It bothered me too much to think about it at the moment.
His smile was like diamonds. “No, Monica that’s not it at all. Please believe me when I tell you it’s not that. I don’t have time for one relationship, let alone two. Please don’t think that. I just don’t want to be unfair to you. But, I was hoping you would say something like that. I don’t like to share, but I can’t commit. I just wanted to give you the opportunity so you weren’t waiting around for me all the time. I can’t do dates, work stuff, family gatherings. I’ve already explained I can do one weekend a month,
and maybe one or two nights a week. Don’t fall in love with me. I’m pretty busy. I don’t want entanglements, arguments, or drama because you’re home twiddling your thumbs for three weekends a month resenting me. I just want to draw the line in the sand. This is all I can offer. If you’re sure that you can handle this, then I am game.” He pulled the boat to shore, and then carefully stood to cross the boat to sit beside me. I was feeling a little lost at the moment. He cautiously placed his hands on my face and whispered, “You are so beautiful, Monica.” Then he kissed me for the first time that morning. In the warm spring breeze it helped to melt some of the ice that had formed around my heart at his words. It was soft, and tentative, not rushed or demanding like the others we had shared. When it ended, he gazed into my eyes, and asked me one more time, “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m, sure,” I whispered putting my head onto his chest inhaling his scent.
After a minute he pulled us apart, and gazed down into my eyes. My emotions were in turmoil; and I was never any good at hiding my feelings, and so probably seeing the confusion and uncertainty there, he stated. “You don’t ask a lot of questions, Monica.” Because I was afraid of the answers. “If you did ask, I want you to know I don’t have the answers right now. But, I promise, I will share my burden with you when I am ready, ok?”
“Okay,” my voice quavered. It was the tell-tale sound that I felt like crying. He kissed me again, long enough and tenderly enough to give me a little hope that this relationship or whatever it was going to be wasn’t doomed from the start.
We were back in his apartment by noon, and we found a note on the kitchen counter from Kat.
Over at Joe’s, helping prepare the food. See you at three.
-K.
He showed me the note and grinned at me maliciously. He explained that Joe was hosting this barbecue, had even flown in lobster from Maine this morning. Joe, as did many military people, rented a condo in this complex to be close to the base, but far enough away to be able to party without the ever watchful military police at MacDill Air Force Base being present. He also explained that the note meant we had the apartment for the next three hours to ourselves.
“Three hours, whatever shall we do?” he hinted.
“What do you have in mind?” I asked giving him a flirty smile.
He took my hand and led me to the bedroom, and set me down at the bottom edge of the bed. “Monica, I want you to do something for me. You trust me, don’t you? Will you do this for me?” He looked so boyish, so innocent in that moment, but my fears from earlier had not completely evaporated.
“What is it?” I asked nervously searching his eyes for answers. This day was just full of surprises. It wasn’t going as I had hoped in the least.
“I want to shave you?” He coughed and then looked down at my crotch.
“What?” I squeaked sharply. Not an attractive sound at all, but his request had really thrown me for a loop. It had been way out in left field, way out of the ball park.
He laughed and explained. “I love to eat pussy. Seriously, a lot of guys don’t like it, but I do. Weird, I guess. But the hair, sometimes, well it just distracts me from what I want to do. Okay?” He had a kid in the toy store look that was getting denied his heart’s desire for a moment as his lower lip jutted out into a pout.
I had always kept myself neat and trim down there. I swam a lot and didn’t want flyways in my bathing suits. How embarrassing? I must have turned fifty shades of red. I felt my face flame. And he was talking about shaving it all off! I had my doubts about him and about us, but the attraction I felt for this man was real; it made me willing to do anything he wanted. I who had not felt attraction to any man, who had hid away in her own home for nearly ten years, only going to and from school, to and from work, was now experiencing all kinds of strange, wonderful, erotic experiences. I was too afraid of saying no, too afraid that doing so would bring this, whatever it was, to a crashing and resounding end. With those thoughts whirling in my brain, I nodded my compliance and I haltingly said, “Yes. Okay.”
His smile lit up the room. “Okay, stay here. I’ll be right back.” He rushed into the bathroom and I heard cabinets open and close, I heard rattling and banging, and then he came out a few moments later with an armload of stuff which he dumped onto the bed. I laughed nervously at his obvious delight.
He placed a towel at the foot bed on the floor and then asked me to stand while he put another towel on the bottom of the bed on top of the covers. “I want you to take your pants and panties off and sit here, with your ass at the edge of the bed, Okay? Then you can lie down and just relax while I work.” With my eyes like saucers and my heart racing, I followed his directions as he watched me undress and sat at the edge of his bed.
I laughed at the mischief in his eyes. “This wasn’t exactly how I had hoped we would spend these three hours alone together.”
He laughed too. “You just wait, Monica. Be patient. You’re going to like, no love, how this is going to make you feel.” I lay there as he opened up his shaving kit and took out what looked like an electric razor and changed and cleaned the attachments, “You’ll have to buy one of these, Monica. I will do it the first time, but then the day before I come to see you I want you to make your pussy pretty for me. Will you do that for me?” Those eyebrows again, raising and lowering suggestively, oh, how they could turn me on. There was a bit of the devil in this man.
“Okay, Victor,” I murmured and nodded slowly as he began to descend between my legs until I could only see the top of his head. I felt so exposed, and not in a good way at that moment.
“I am going to trim it close using a number two attachment,” he explained. “It’s going to tickle, but don’t squeeze your legs together while I am working or may have to punish you,” he laughed mischievously into my crotch. I could feel his warm breath there; it sent a shiver through me and thoughts of the two nights ago on my sofa came unbidden to my mind.
I heard the buzzing sound seconds later. Before it even touched me though, he patted and stroked my pussy. “Thank-you for doing this for me, baby. You are going to enjoy it as much as I. I promise,” he assured and then I felt the vibrations come over my flesh as he trimmed my pubic hair with his number two attachment. It tickled, but not too badly, and so I was able to remain still. He made quick work of it, running the bristles of the comb over me again and again until the job was done. When he turned off the trimmer he purred, “Nice. It looks good, but it will look even better.” He then instructed me to go take a quick shower, and then use some of his shaving cream and the razor blade he handed me to remove the rest of the hair. “Don’t miss any,” he said with eyes twinkling, “and rinse well so there are no strays. I will clean up in here and wait for you.” Darn, he wasn’t going to shower with me I thought. The least he could do after what had transpired this morning was to finish the job properly.
I grabbed his t-shirt, the one I had worn to sleep in, off the bedside table and marched into the bathroom to finish the task he had set before me.
I turned on the shower and laid the supplies he had given me on the edge of the tub; when the water was hot enough, I stripped out of Victors’ t-shirt and got in. I did the job, and when it was done I was as bald as, well, Victor. I did notice that the skin was very sensitive and the sensation of the water coursing over me felt unusually good. I washed my hair while in there as well, and rinsed my body carefully to ensure there were no strays. I stepped out of the shower, and dried myself off, combed all the tangles out of my hair, and wrapped in a towel I emerged from the bathroom planning to get dressed. However, Victor obviously had other ideas. I discovered him completely naked lying on the bed, and music playing from his bedside radio. My heartbeat jumped frantically to see him lying there waiting for me. The look in his eyes told me everything I needed to know for the moment, and I dropped the towel.
His body glistened from the overhead light and the sun shining through the window. He sat against the pillows, his hands folded be
hind his head. “Come here Monica,” he beckoned me with his rough words as the fire jumped in his eyes. I went around to his side of the bed, my legs shaking in anticipation. He looked at me and inspected our handiwork. “Good job, baby,” he complimented. He reached for me with his hands, took both of my hands in his, and rubbed them together. I was startled slightly because his hands were oily and warm, and then he spoke softly. “I want you to suck my cock. Have you ever done it before?” My mouth went dry, and I shook my head in the negative. “Good, because I will teach you how to do it the way I like it.”
The oil was warm I noticed as he continued to massage it into my hands, he swung both his legs to the floor. “Take off my shirt and kneel before me, please.” I did and my face was mere inches from his enlarged cock. I noticed for the first time that he too was completely hairless. It made me smile. I guess this made it fairer. “First, hold me and rub it, stroke it, but don’t squeeze it too hard, and look up now and again at me, so you can see how much you are pleasing me.” I followed his directions to the letter. He leaned back a little from the side of the bed carrying his weight on his arms that were positioned slightly behind him. He smiled when I looked up the first time. “Now swirl your tongue around the tip a few times and keep stroking with one hand, mmm, that feels good, support yourself on the floor with the other hand if you need to.” I did. I looked up again, his eyes were half-closed and heavy-lidded but he watched me still. I could see the ice of his eyes on fire. “Now, open your mouth wider, Monica, and take me into your mouth a little deeper each time. Yes, your mouth is hot. Lower your hand to the base of my penis. Just use your thumb and forefinger and stroke me up and down, that way you can get more of me into your pretty, fucking mouth, yes, that’s it. You’re a natural, baby,” he groaned his pleasure. Hearing his excitement and passion had me really turned on. I was making him feel these things. I stroked faster as his groans became more consistent. “Suck me, baby, that’s it,” he encouraged. “Faster. Deeper. Yes, I love fucking your beautiful mouth.” And then, “Now, slower,” he ground out. “Make it last.” One of his hands fisted in my hair, so that he could then control the pace. I sucked his cock, and twirled my tongue around it, licking it like it was an ice cream cone. I kept peering up into his beautiful eyes, glittering eyes. He tasted like salt, and his dick was massively hard underneath the velvety skin as I continued to stroke and suck. I rubbed the tip of his cock back and forth across my wet lips and saw that he liked that a lot, and he grinned his approval at my initiative. He stopped giving me directions, and I just used my instinct to guide me, but kept peering up at him to see if he approved. His moans and encouraging words were not enough; I desperately needed to see his eyes. I sucked him again, deeper, all the way to the back of my throat, and continued to stroke him with my index finger and thumb that grasped him like a vice. I sucked his dick for twenty, maybe thirty times like that, breathing through my nose. All the while he groaned my name; he would say oh yes, or baby, or suck it. I was so turned on because he was enjoying it so much. It made me feel powerful. All of sudden his hands were out of my hair, and around my waist; he lifted me onto the bed on top of him, but then spun me around so I was facing backwards. “Keep sucking,” he pleaded. I bent down and did. He rubbed my ass, and inserted a finger there. It felt strange, but good. “Tight,” he murmured. He pulled on my feet until I was lying on top of him with my feet by his head. His finger then slid into my pussy. It was wet, and sent me soaring, as he inserted first one, and then two long fingers. He finger fucked me while I sucked his cock and it made me so much wetter, I kept deep throating him, and was enjoying every minute of it. He rolled to the side taking me with him, his cock deep down my throat. I felt his warm breath on my pussy, and sensitive without the hair it felt exquisitely delicious as I groaned around his cock in my mouth. He pulled me a bit higher and then his tongue found my sweet spot, circled my engorged clitoris, and flicked it with his tongue, two, three times. I twisted and began to buck and shake, but kept sliding my hand along his shaft, sucking and twirling my tongue around the tip. His groans were muffled as he ravaged and ate my pussy. He devoured it. I exploded. It felt like everything inside me shattered. He screamed then too, as his semen flooded my mouth, and I drank it, barely tasting it, a little salty, and slimy in texture. “Oh, fucking yes, no, stop, too much.” I was still sucking his half limp dick and he had to pull me off him, and spin me around. His face was wet with my juices, and he used the back of his hand to wipe it off before claiming my lips for a quick passionate kiss. It was short, we were both still panting, and he pulled me to him and just held me until our heart rates returned to a regular beat. My head was on his chest, and I could hear his heartbeat pounding in my ear until it returned to normal. After a minute he chuckled. “Holy hell, batman, you can suck my dick anytime. You are a quick learner.”
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