Cave Man's Captive

by Juliana Conners

  I wasn’t happy that my prom had ended so terribly, but I was happy that I got out of the cab when I did. And I was even happier that I had met Elijah and been able to catch glimpses of exactly what my mother had been talking about.

  Unlike Robert, Elijah was a real man. He was gentle, thoughtful, polite, and, not to mention, strong. Any man who can build their own house is one who exudes such manly strength that it would almost be impossible not to be turned on.

  I finished drying off, threw on a night gown, and climbed into the twin sized bed. I laid there in the dark thinking about Elijah.

  He was so incredibly sexy. The way that his eyes shone when he talked to me and the sparkling white smile that he sent my way drove me wild. Just thinking about him made wetness begin to pool inside of my pussy.

  I started running my fingers back and forth against my hardening clit as I imagined what I wanted him to do to me. I pretended that my finger was his tongue dancing back and forth across my clit, taking my excitement to another level with each stroke. I could almost hear him moan as he would greedily lap up my nectar, pushing his tongue in and out of my tight hole. He would circle faster and faster, the same way I was doing with my finger, switching from circling my clit to fucking me with his tongue, then going back to my clit.

  Part of me felt guilty lying in bed at the home of someone that I was invited to visit by my employer… playing with myself. If someone were to walk in and catch me, what could I possibly say?

  I could hear it now.

  “Ew! The nanny is so dirty! She’s in bed playing with her pussy!” How embarrassing would that be?

  But to be completely honest, I didn’t care. It had been such a long time since I’d fooled around with a man. I hadn’t even gone all the way with one. So, I thought that pleasuring myself to imaginary fantasies would be perfectly fine. I let myself really get into my fantasy, dreaming of him entering me slowly, taking his time making sure that I was loving every minute of it. Even though I was just starting to get to know him, something told me that there was more to him than met the eye. I had a strong feeling that there was a side to him that nobody ever saw, one that he would open up and show to the right woman.

  I didn’t know if I was the right woman, but I hoped so.

  I put three fingers deep inside of my pussy pretending that they were his dick plunging in and out of my creamy pussy. I pushed deeper and deeper, imagining him speeding up, excited about me getting closer to cumming all over his hard dick.

  My pussy began to pulsate as a river of cum bathed my fingers. I tried not to make too much noise as the orgasm raced like lightning from my toes all the way to the top of my head.

  Chapter 10

  Elijah

  I had mixed emotions as I watched them leave my cabin. On one hand, I was glad to finally be rid of them. The kids found a bunch of my wooden figurines and had started playing with them. They left them strewn across the floor and had even broken off the beak from one of the eagles that I hadn’t quite finished carving yet. It was one of those projects that I would work on absentmindedly while listening to talk radio. It was calming. After they left, however, I disgustedly threw the broken figurine away. They ransacked my kitchen and left a huge mess, not even attempting to clean up after themselves. Michelle was the only one who attempted to clean up. I saw her picking up a pile of hunting gear that one of the kids had knocked over and left strewn over the floor.

  “Don’t worry about that,” I said, gently taking an arrow from her hand. “You don’t have to clean this up. I’ll get it.”

  “Are you sure?” she asked skeptically, still clutching the gear.

  Nodding so hard that I probably resembled a bobble head doll, I said, “Yes, I’m sure. You sit down and take a load off. You are a guest in my home.”

  She reluctantly said, “Thank you.” and tried to make her comfortable on one of the couches. She looked uneasy though, throwing worried glances at the pile still sitting on the floor. I kicked the pile into a corner and closed the door, hoping that she would forget about my pile of junk and go back to smiling and being happy… just like she had been for most of the day. She told everyone that she was fine after falling, but I still caught glimpses of her wincing when she shifted her weight the wrong way on her right knee.

  I wished that I could take her into my bedroom and draw her a hot bath so that she could soak all of the pain away.

  That thought made me start imagining what she would look like completely naked. I bet her large supple breasts were amazing, so soft to the touch and bouncy. I would love to kiss them, rub them, and suck on them. I could see her body writhing with pleasure as I carefully caressed her and inserting my fingers one by one into her beautiful, juicy pussy, and fucking her with my hand until her sweet juices soaked the bed beneath her.

  It had been such a long time since I’d even thought of a woman this way. I had to strain to even remember the last time before seeing Michelle that I’d even been turned on by a woman.

  In fact, it had been before the accident.

  Right before I was about to deploy with the SEALS, my old college buddies thought that it would be a good idea to go to a strip club. They would always tease me about not going with them, so I figured that I would spend my last night doing something that I’d never done.

  I distinctly remember smelling fried foods upon walking through the front door. There was a heavy-set man with short dark hair sitting behind a desk.

  “Don’t just standing there holding your dicks,” he said. “Come in and see some chicks. Entry fee is $20.”

  There were four of us. My friends Ronnie, Mitchell, and Casey all stepped up, IDs and crisp $20 bills in each of our hands. Everyone looked nervous. Their faces had fallen sullen and nobody spoke a word. Once inside it was dimly lit with red lights. I strained to focus my eyes to scan the room.

  It must have been a slow night. There were only two other guys sitting there. One sat at a table against a far wall that was nowhere near the stage, shoveling fried chicken into his mouth by the platefuls. The other was leaned back in his chair, drunk and passed out, empty shot glasses strewn across the table.

  There was blonde girl on stage dancing around a pole. She was topless and wore a rhinestone thong. She wasn’t exactly a supermodel, but there was something about the way that she wound her body around the pole, gyrating her hips to the beat of the music, that was incredibly seductive. My eyes stayed glued to her the whole time that she danced. I remembered that I had to stay sitting down because I had such a massive erection.

  But that was years ago. I made it a point to not be around people in general, so the odds of seeing someone who could turn me on… even remotely… was slim or next to nothing.

  My friend Ronnie was no stranger to women. He often bragged about having a different woman in his bed every night of the week. When we were in college together and I remember often going to his dorm room, knocking on the door and being greeted by a different girl. He acted like it was just a normal part of life and couldn't understand why the rest of us didn't have a gang of girls coming in and out of our rooms like a revolving door.

  That night at the strip club, he bought a private lap dance from the stripper. He kept throwing money at her, making her gyrate and wind her body around him. They locked eyes as she happily scooped up each crisp bill that he rained down on her. She leaned over and whispered in his ear something that made him giddily laugh and clap his hands.

  When it was time to leave he leaned over and yelled loudly over the music.

  "Hey do you want to come back to my place with her?"

  I had no idea what he had in mind or what would possibly happen, but I nodded dumbly, excited about the idea of seeing her beautiful, sexy body up close.

  At Ronnie's house she began to do a private strip tease for us. She worked a lot faster in private than she did in public because just a few minutes after she started stripping she had successfully removed all of her clothes. She danced over to where Ronnie
was sitting, climbed on top of him, and rubbed her breast in his face. Ronnie grabbed her around the waist and started kissing her, squeezing her breasts.

  "Don't be shy guys," he said in the direction of the rest of us. As if on cue, we joined them, rubbing on her body wherever our hands could go. I remember how warm and soft she was. My dick jumped at the memory. We each took turns with her, leaving a small pile of condoms next to her as we each took turns entering her. She didn't seem phased in the least, like this was just a normal part of her job… like something that she had done so many nights that she didn't even bother to keep count. I wasn't into it much myself and came quickly just to get it over with. It was a good send off for the SEALS, but surely nothing to write home about. I remembered it like it was yesterday, even though it seems like it had happened eons ago.

  It definitely conjured up ideas of things that I would love to do to Michelle.

  I kept staring at her ample breasts when she was at my cabin. The easy way that she laughed made them rise and fall in such an inviting way. I wondered what they looked like underneath her clothes. I imagined undressing her, letting them free from their confinement of her bra. They looked perky and robust. I pulled out my dick and began rubbing on the head, becoming harder by the second. I imagined what she would feel like when I entered her soft, moist pussy. I stroked my firm cock lubing it up with my spit. My hand glided up and down the shaft of my dick, exciting me so much that little drops of precum began to seep up, serving to further lubricate my throbbing pole. I pictured her riding me, her wide hips rotating on top of me as she moved faster and faster, my dick began to sputter, shooting cum into a stream upward like a geyser. The explosion was so sudden that I almost jumped out of bed and I came long and hard. A calm washed over me, and I immediately felt drowsy. After a few minutes my eyelids became so heavy that I knew I couldn't hold them open any more. I fell into a restful sleep-- happy and satisfied.

  I woke up the next morning with such a start. The sun shone through my bedroom window, the hues of orange and yellow streaking across the wall, casting a shadow through the vertical blinds which were partially opened. I could tell that it was going to be a beautiful day.

  "Oh shit!" I exclaimed, bolting out of bed. I remembered that today was the day that I was spending with Michelle. Before she left we exchanged numbers and this had been our conversation:

  Michelle: Hey! It's Michelle!

  Me: Hey Michelle! Thanks for texting me. I'm gonna save your number in my phone.

  Michelle: Okay. Great. I can't wait to hang out tomorrow.

  Me: Me, too. What time do you wake up in the morning?

  Michelle: Around 6 a.m.

  Me: Okay. I want us to spend as much time together as possible. Is 7 a.m. enough time for you to be ready?

  Michelle: Yes, that would be great. Plus, nobody will be up at that time, so it will be easier for me to leave the house undetected.

  Me: Okay great! Text me the address and I will be there to get you at 7 a.m. sharp.

  I looked at my clock. It was 7:15. I quickly splashed water on my face and brushed my teeth. I cursed myself for masturbating because I was sure it had been the reason I had slept so soundly… that I had slept right through the alarm set for 6 a.m. I ran around the room looking for the cleanest pair of jeans that I could find. It had been weeks since I had bothered to do any laundry, so I knew that I would be lucky to find a pair that was clean. I settled for a pair of jeans that were frayed at the cuff. They weren't exactly clean, but at least there weren’t any stains on them that I could physically see. I pulled them on with a plaid button up shirt that I had never worn. I thought that it looked presentable. I didn't have very many nice clothes since I spent so much time out hunting and in the cabin. I figured that there was no one for me to talk to let alone get all dressed up for. But today was different. I wanted to look my best to impress Michelle.

  I jumped in my truck and texted Michelle, apologized for being late, but letting her know that I was on my way. I didn't wait to get her response back and barely waited for the truck to warm up before barreling out of my driveway in the direction I programmed on the GPS… Darren's place… I was curious to see where I would end up. Even though we technically were neighbors, the nearest cabin was miles away. One of the reasons that I wanted to have my cabin built in the mountains was because the houses were so far apart. When I came to look for a place to build, I remember struggling hard to see if I could spot another house. I knew that it was going to be somewhat of a drive to get to Darren's house. I turned on the radio, trying to listen for a weather report. We had been having unseasonably warm weather and today was no different. The forecast was in the high 40s with plenty of sunshine. I smiled at the thought of how the beautiful weather would be the perfect backdrop for a hike in the mountains. I wanted everything to be perfect.

  "GPS signal lost," came the woman's voice from the dashboard. My heart sank a little as I drove on hoping that the signal would reconnect and let me arrive to Darren's cabin sooner rather than later. After a few minutes of driving and still no GPS, I pulled over on the side of the road so that I could look at the address that Michelle had texted me. I pulled a map out of the glove compartment and found the street on the map. I ran my finger along the path on the map that I needed to take, tossed the map on the passenger's seat, put the car in drive, and pulled off. I followed the winding road through the trees, taking in the beautiful mountainside scenery. There was a quiet calm that settled over this place that gave it a mystical feel. It was so quiet and secluded that you could almost imagine that you were in a completely different world. The pine trees lining the road were massive with branches that reached up to the heavens. The light dusting of snow that covered each tree gave it a nostalgic feeling that I often associated with wintertime.

  I was so caught up in the scenery that I almost missed the cabin that was neatly nestled among a cluster of pine and fir trees. The single wisp of smoke escaping from the chimney made the cabin look very warm and homey. It was a beautiful, massive cabin resembling something that you might see in Architectural Digest. The gravel of the driveway crunched as my tires drove towards the cabin. There were several cars parked off to the side of the driveway. I had to take a few deep breaths to compose myself. I could feel my heart beginning to palpitate as anxiety set in.

  Get yourself together I told myself, shaking my head as if that would help me to shake off the nervous feeling that was climbing up from my belly and threatening to choke me. I felt like a kid going to pick his date up for prom instead of a grown man here to spend the day with a mature, beautiful woman. I pulled up to the front door and threw the truck into park. I took a few more deep breaths before hopping out of the car and walking up to the front door. I got ready to knock but stopped. I breathed into the palm of my hand and smelled it, making sure that I didn't have bad breath before talking to Michelle. Before I could knock, the door swung open and Michelle was standing there.

  "Whoa!" I said, taking a couple of steps backward, tripping down the steps and almost landing on my back.

  "Oh my gosh! I'm sorry!" said Michelle, rushing down the steps toward me. "Are you okay?"

  Her face crinkled into a frown. I could see that she was genuinely worried.

  "Yeah, I'm okay," I said, embarrassed. I hoped that this wasn't an indication of how our day was going to go.

  "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. It's just that I've been kind of hiding out in the foyer so that none of the kids would spot me. It would be a lot harder to leave if they had seen me."

  "It's okay," I answered. "I'm sorry that I'm late. I overslept and didn't hear my alarm." I wasn't about to tell her that the reason that I overslept was because I had masturbated myself into a blissful hibernation.

  "It's okay," she said smiling sweetly. "Shall we get going?"

  "Absolutely," I said, extending the crook of my arm to her. She graciously took my arm and walked the few paces to the truck. I opened the passenger door and helped her
step up into the truck.

  Michelle had a huge smile on her face and was blushing. I followed her gaze to the window on the second floor of the cabin and saw Monica standing in the window sporting one of the cheesiest grins that I'd ever seen and giving the thumbs up sign.

  "So much for leaving undetected," said Michelle, covering her face with embarrassment. I laughed. She uncovered her face and looked over at me, smiling. Her smile made her eyes sparkle like diamonds.

  "You're so incredibly beautiful," I said.

  "Thank you. You are so sweet," she said, leaning over to land a peck on my cheek. It sent a surge of electricity through my body. She leaned back in her seat, a satisfied smile smeared on her face. I started the car and backed out of the driveway.

  "Did you think that I was really coming?" I asked.

  She almost looked startled by the question.

  "Well...I mean...I knew that you were coming...I guess...I don't know..." She stammered, turning to look out the window.

  I kicked myself for putting her on the spot and embarrassing her.

  "Look, I didn't mean anything by that. I'm sorry," I said.

  She turned to look at me, putting her hand on top of mine.

  "Don't worry about it. I'm just glad that you're here now."

  She smiled warmly, and I smiled back.

  We rode in silence the rest of the way, locking eyes from time to time and smiling. She looked as happy to see me as I was to see her. That alone gave me all the reassurance that I needed.

  I had a feeling that I was in for a real adventure.

  Chapter 11

  Michelle