by Talia Kelley
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First published in 2007, 2007
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LET DOWN
TALIA KELLEY
Copyright © 2007
Cover Art by DJ ALLING © 2007
Edited by ROSIE BINDRA—No copyright assigned.
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Published by Forbidden Publications, September 2007
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Let Down
By
Talia Kelley
Dedicated to all the readers who encouraged me when I took up the quill.
She looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't know why, but she hadn't expected the fullness she saw in her breasts. She cupped and hefted them experimentally. She was grateful that they had only rounded a bit, without a major increase in size. She smiled as she collected a drop of liquid on her fingertip and tasted it. “Yes,” she thought happily. “He'll enjoy this surprise."
She reflected upon the last few weeks as she gingerly pulled on her bra and g-string, admiring the effect of the sheer midnight blue against her pale skin. It had been difficult to avoid giving away her plan—given how much she enjoyed his skillful mouth. Her cheeks flushed and she felt herself grow wet at the thought of him as she let the memories wash over her.
The scenes flashed through her mind as if they had occurred just yesterday. She remembered his face, stricken as he told her his wife had finally left him, and how she'd held him and let him cry against her chest so that she wouldn't see his tears fall. They'd stared at the empty stage in that theater so full of memories and reminisced without a word.
He stood then and offered her his hand. She marveled at its softness and hoped he didn't see the blush in her cheeks as she welcomed the desire to feel that soft hand on her bare back.
"Would you like to get some coffee?"
He grinned. “I remember you detested coffee, way back when."
"Well, I do still insist upon a healthy dose of chocolate in it,” she said, chuckling. “We'll go to Percky's. They're smaller and quieter. We have a lot to catch up on."
Typical of her luck, they found the place full of night owls, talking and joking in raucous cacophony. It would've been more accurate to call them a murder of crows. He arched his eyebrow as she looked at him in dismay.
They decided to get the coffee and go back to the theater instead. That's when things really heated up. The memory still took her breath away.
She laid a hand on his leg when they arrived at the theater and he held it there, squeezing it for a moment before opening his eyes. She took the coffee from him. “Ready?"
He winked. “Always."
Despite the memories shared there, or perhaps because of them, as they'd settled on the couch in the Green Room shyness had crept in and they sat in silence for a moment or two before she found her voice. “It's so good to see you. Did you enjoy the show?"
"Yes. It was fun ... Janie is amazing.” He sipped his coffee “And rumors were right about both of the other things.” He watched her over his cup as he drank, and true to form, she had to ask.
"The other two things?"
"Well, the costumes did take me right back to the 80's.” He set down his cup. “And the costumer is very cute.” How she wanted to melt into his hand then as it cradled her cheek.
She pulled away then and offered him a tour of the theater. He bowed dramatically, sweeping an arm toward the stage door. “Lead the way, Lady."
She led him up the narrow stairway to the costume room, chuckling when he expressed his awe at the changes there. “Yeah, we can actually find things now. What a concept, huh?"
He replied, “Brat."
"You know it.” She moved on up the stairs to the catwalk, giving a startled squeal as his hand came up to smack her rear, making her jump. “What was that for?"
"Fun.” He ushered her onto the narrow catwalk. She could feel his gaze on her body as they crossed, and the knowledge made her incredibly hot. She wondered at how his appraisal aroused her so.
"Mmmm, nice of them to light the walk; makes visibility so much better,” he'd teased.
She walked him through a rather crowded and dangerous stage left. Turning to make sure he didn't stumble on the unfamiliar terrain, she'd noticed something stuck to his pant leg. “Probably from the shop,” she told herself as she lifted a hand to his chest to stop him.
"Hold on.” She dropped to her knees and removed what turned out to be duct tape from his hem. She felt his hand on her head, gently ruffling her hair. She looked up to see a procession of pain, desire and conflict cross his face.
"This is familiar."
"Yes, it is, isn't it?” His hand in her hair, incredibly erotic to her, kept her on her knees before him. “Same place, too,” she murmured as memories washed over her. She closed her eyes for a moment then, hearing the lines she knew would bring him rushing out for his quick changes ... the whisper and jingle as he unfastened then slid his pants off just as she got his shoes off of him ... his hand on her shoulder ... the desire to run her hands up the backs of his legs and place her mouth over his cock ... the whirr of fabric over his legs and then quickly slipping the shoes onto his feet ... and all this in forty five seconds at the most.
"We were a good team.” She led him back to the green room and sat on the couch, inviting him to join her. “I've always regretted not trying harder to get your attention,” she confessed. “I had such a crush on you."
He stared at her then as if she had just revealed she was a secret agent or something equally unbelievable. “I wish you hadn't rabbited. I've wanted to say something each time we met through the years. You and I would still be together if you'd given yourself to me then..."
"I know. We both would have had radically different lives. Neither one of us would have been abused...” Her voice trailed off. “If I had a time machine...” She finished in a wistful tone.
His eyes had roamed over her body; tight ripped jeans, black show top adorned with multiple safety pins and stretched tightly over her chest. Not exactly feminine, but she could tell he liked what he saw.
Their hands had clasped together seemingly of their own volition and now he drew her toward him, pressing his lips softly to hers, stoking the fire already smoldering in her.
"C'mere.” She had no desire to resist the imperative whispered as his arms slipped around her and he pulled her up to lie against him. She caught her breath as his hardness had pressed into her lower back. The flood of desire swelled and
she felt her juices begin to trickle.
He held her like that for a few moments, breathing the fragrance of her hair, hands wandering over her belly, fingers poking into the rips in her jeans tickling and tantalizing skin made more sensitive by the pressure and friction of the cloth around it.
She twisted and giggled, but he held her firmly to him with an arm around her waist. Deliberately pressing her into his hardness, his mood changed then His free hand began moving from one breast to the other, strumming her nipples.
She moaned as she sank into this pool of fire. She felt his breath on her neck and cheek as his soft, hoarse voice filled her ear. “I have a confession to make. Do you remember that couch that was backstage during ‘Diary'?” She nodded, sinking into him then as he held her snugly. “I used to dream of catching you alone on that couch. You seemed so sweet and innocent. You needed rescuing ... and I wanted to fuck you so bad."
She turned her head then to catch his lips in hers briefly, dancing over them with her tongue, her fingers entwined in his hair holding him there.
He crossed the point where tickling ceased to be playful and innocent and became sexually arousing to her with this last barrage, and he heard her gasp at the next teasing touch. Sudden as a summer storm, the atmosphere switched from lighthearted play to earnest ardor. She brought his hand to her breasts and then snaked hers down behind her to squeeze his cock and rub it through his jeans.
She snapped out of her reverie, now completely turned on. “Damn. How am I going to make it through dinner?” she asked the empty room. “I'd better get dressed before I do something that will make me late!” How long had she been lost in her memory?
She glanced at the clock as she caressed the black thigh highs onto her shapely legs, enjoying the sensation of her fingers moving over each silken sheath. Closing her eyes, she thrilled at the thought of his hands sliding up her stocking clad legs. She took a deep breath and shimmied into the outfit she'd found for the occasion: a clingy black chemise and loosely crocheted dress of the same color that just covered the lacy tops of her stockings. She loved the way the scoop neck revealed just enough cleavage. She appraised her appearance in the mirror, brushed a light layer of rice powder onto her face and brushed her long burgundy hair till it felt silky and smooth, giving it the alluring luster she liked. Noting the time, she slipped on her black platform FMS heels, made a final mirror check, and hurried down to the lobby to meet him.
He appeared from behind a pillar, scanning the room as she made her way through the Grand Lobby of the historical hotel. If she'd been worried about how she looked, the expression of surprise and delight on his face put all of those fears to rest. She noticed his shirt was the same color as her lingerie and smiled inwardly, making a note to convince him to take a photo of her in the bra and g-string and his shirt. His gaze slid over her body from head to toe and back up. She didn't know if he did it subconsciously but he moistened his lips as his eyes returned to her hips. She blushed as they closed the distance between them and she melted into his embrace for a moment before reaching up to kiss him tenderly, with just the tiniest teasing touch of her tongue on his lips.
"You look wonderful” She slipped her arm around his waist.
"You,” she felt his hand slide seductively down her back and rest on her hip, “look delicious."
"Thanks,” she replied, giving his ass a little smack. “Let's go eat. You must be hungry after your drive."
His hand shifted and his fingers curved around her behind as he gave the flesh a squeeze. Leaning down he breathed into her ear. “You have no idea."
The heat of his breath on her neck sent electricity through her. She caught her breath, blushing anew.
He grinned at her reaction.
Her voice came out a bit shakily. “I think I do, but you need to have dinner before dessert,” she quipped. She crooked her finger, beckoning him to come closer. “Wouldn't want to run out of energy, would you?” These last words were pregnant with her desire for him.
She guided him to the house restaurant where they were shown to a quiet corner booth. They slid in from opposite sides to meet in the middle. He looked down as their thighs touched, his gaze falling upon the gap between her stockings and hemline He arched a brow as he looked inquiringly into her eyes.
Just as she was about to answer his unspoken question, the waiter arrived. Not to be put off by the interruption, her beloved slid a hand up her thigh far enough to feel her delicately encased and damp pussy. She pressed her lips together to hold back the cry that threatened to escape her as he let a finger glide down her slit and back up, never missing a beat as he ordered their meals since she couldn't speak without her voice revealing his under table torture.
They had about a half an hour to wait and they spent it well, kissing softly, touching and talking, sipping on the wine he'd chosen. Her eyes shone with the pure joy of being with him. That open appreciation was one of the things that endeared her to him so. He watched her adoringly, wondering what was on her mind as she daintily sipped her drink. She was fully aware of the effect it would have and unwilling yet to reveal her surprise. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply as she began stroking the length of his hand, curving her fingertip around his index finger. He breathed out raggedly and would have done more but their food arrived.
Dinner was excellently prepared and they enjoyed it thoroughly. The energy between them, so electric, prevented them from speaking much. They didn't need to. A lifetime of love and desire passed between them in their gazes as they alternately fed themselves and each other. Absorbed in this intimate expression of their bond, they both jumped a bit when their waiter cleared his throat.
"Ahem.” He was blushing profusely and she wondered how long he'd been standing there. “Will you be ordering dessert?” Her lover was about to say something. Not certain what it was, she slid her thigh over his and caressed the obvious bulge in his pants, drawing a nail up his length.
"Y—I think we'll get something later."
He laughed softly as the waiter winked at him. “Good choice!” The waiter looked at her covetously before leaving them, grinning widely.
His hand spanned the thigh with which she was covering his own, little finger just brushing her g-string as he squeezed firmly. “So, what's this surprise you have for me?” He peeked obviously down her cleavage. “Did you bring it with you? ‘Cause I can't see where you could be hiding it!"
She brought her hand up to slide her fingers into his hair and kissed him, her lips loving his long and tenderly. “It's up in my room,” she replied. Her eyes danced with mischief as she slid out of the booth and smoothed her dress over her hips and rear end.
"I'll bet,” he returned. His hungry gaze now devouring her body made her feel quite naked.
She smiled nervously and offered him her hand. He took it and followed her out of the restaurant. She could feel his eyes upon her as he watched her walk. Glancing back, she caught an appreciative waggle of his eyebrows and laughed, pulling him into the elevator.
"Brat,” she teased, turning to face him.
Her smile transformed instantly to a wanton gaze and her laughter drowned under the sea of desire as she saw the passion in his eyes. In the same instant, he grabbed her waist and pulled her to him. Somehow, she managed to push the button for their floor. His fingers entwined in her hair, he claimed her mouth in a ravenous kiss, and her own hunger for him became suddenly unbearable. No one else got on the elevator as they rode it to the sixth floor. They wouldn't have cared if someone had. He moaned as she squeezed and rubbed his rigid cock through the cloth.
By the time they reached their stop, she was riding his thigh the same way she wanted to ride his cock. But somehow they managed to compose themselves in the few seconds before the antique doors slid open. She wouldn't have bothered to pretend if she'd known what a mess her hair was. Ah, hindsight. They teased each other down the hall to the room, he tickling her as she came to the door.
She giggled. “Hey, I'm t
rying to unlock the door! Behave!"
"I am behaving,” he returned, tickling the back of her knee. “I'm behaving like a man in my position should!"
At last she managed to get the door unlocked. He whirled her around, his eyes those of a lion with his prey cornered. A thrill of trepidation rose in her. She backed into the room slowly, the key card still in her hand. Her heart pounded in her chest as she felt behind her to make sure she didn't run into anything. He advanced slowly, inexorably. She wanted him—he knew that as well as she—but that look struck something deeper and more primitive in her than mere desire. It played the primal chords at her core.
The back of her thigh hit the table, forcing her to stop. Eyes still locked on hers, he grasped her wrist loosely, took the keycard from her hand and tossed it onto the night table. Still holding her wrist, he pulled her to him gently, but irresistibly, and turned her around, pressing his erection into her back. She leaned on the table as his arms encircled her waist. The feeling of his cock was driving her crazy, driving thought from her head. She groaned in her need.
He leaned his head forward as he held her hips and pulled her tightly into him. His breath on her neck ignited a flame that traveled downward, causing her breasts to tingle. “Now,” his voice came softly. “What's your surprise?” His fingers walked her dress up enough for him to get his hands underneath it. She gasped and whimpered as he slid them up over her belly.
"Ohhhh,” she moaned. “Keep going and you'll find out!"
"So this surprise you have for me is under your clothes.” It was a statement—an acknowledgement—but she could hear the excitement in his voice. Still, she didn't quite expect his next move.
In one second he snatched the dress up over her head, and in the next, turned her to face him, stripping the chemise from her shoulders and dropping it to the floor. Scooping her up, he turned and released her onto the bed. Straddling her thighs, he probed her curves with his eyes. “Hmmm,” he mused. “I don't see it ... Maybe if I feel around...” She caught her breath and let out a little yelp as his fingers ran the length of her pussy, pressing through her g-string. “Nope.” He continued his game. “Not there! Maybe...” His hands slid up to her breasts, around to the sides, and he pressed inward gently. She closed her eyes and moaned, hardly aware of the words. “Did you get bigger?"