Arousing Daddy's

by Taylor Sparks

  She looked at me over the rim of a wine glass, and our eyes met, if two world colliding into one another can be considered meeting, and she smiled. It was hard to tell if she was smiling with me, or at me, because for reasons that to this day I cannot explain just gazing into her eyes brought a near idiotic grin to my face. It would have made sense for her to be amused with me, but for her to be sharing that moment, to be experiencing the same level of strange emotion, excitement mixed with fear and passion. But she didn't look away from me, she didn't even blink, and for some reason I just knew, then and there, that I was completely and irrevocably in love with this woman. It was not lust, it was pure and unashamed love.

  Those eyes, like two sunflowers of twinkling mischief and desire, there was simply no finding your way back once lost in eyes like those. She crossed the room to me, not waiting for the customary moment of having a man approach her first. Clinking her wine glass against my own and taking a slow sip, never looking away.

  We sat down and our stories became one, all of her secrets and experiences seemingly my own. Her stories could have included me, my arms wrapped around her waist and her head laid back against my shoulder at every family picnic and beachside bonfire. It was strange, meeting someone totally new that immediately felt so completely familiar.

  It was a wine tasting at a public park, hosted by the same business association to which we both had connections and as such could not immediately flee from so that we could escape to a more personal venue. The evening ended with an old Fred Astaire movie, him dancing across the black and white screen wearing his trade mark tuxedo. I want to say something clever about hot men used to dress with such style, but instead I just wrest my hand against the small of her back, her shirt has pulled up just enough for me to feel the warm skin there. My fingers trace small circles around the base of her spine, brushing against the place where her skirt ends.

  She turns towards me and I expect to see a look of disapproving shock on her face, but before I can even feel guilty for letting my hand stray so farm south she nuzzles herself up against my neck and takes my ear gently between her teeth. Warm moist breath caresses my face like fingers and goose bumps jump out across my skin. I mutter something, something that should be words, but instead just comes out like a stuttering sigh of pleasure. She smiles up at me, and I smile back down at her, and her laughter dances along like the notes of the music.

  And when she leaves me that evening I can still hear it in the sound of my stereo, the music of her laughter drifting in and out until the actual song becomes lost in it. She promises me that she will be back.

  She has to visit her mother for a couple of days and she will return, and we will pick things up where we left off. There is something about delayed gratification that can drive a man crazy. Along with those more primal desires comes the need for instant satisfaction. For forty eight hours she is there, in every woman's face, in every perfectly sculpted curve, even the sound of her in every song I hear sung. When I close my eyes she is there.

  It's not the desire for sex that drives me, it's the idea that when our bodies come together there will be this kind of magical connection of my energy to her own. I don't think I've ever had sex with a woman who I loved first, or if I have ever even truly loved a woman for that matter. This borderline obsession that I am experiencing now has to be the real thing, and considering that it is clear to me that everything I have experienced up to this point was only a mild version of the true thing.

  I light candles, open champagne, I even hand dip strawberries in chocolate and lay them out in a straight line on a small crystal dish. I do all of the things that I expect a woman would anticipate a man doing for her to get her in the mood for sex. And when her headlights appear outside the front of my home just after midnight I have an instant surge of terror. What if she has changed her mind, what if this all seems like some pretentious attempt at getting her to have sex with me. Maybe she will walk in, see the candles and turn around, hoping that the insane stalker who assumed she was going to put out after only a couple of hours together will forget that they ever met.

  There is no knock at the door, it just opens, and she walks inside without asking for permission. She drops her purse on the floor, and her hands disappear behind her, reappearing with a thin strap, which she gives a gentle pull. Her body opens to me like an unwrapped gift from the gods, the dress falling softly to the floor at her feet. What I had known was an ample bosom takes my breath away once exposed, her breasts settling quickly into place with a single sexual jiggle. She wears nothing but a pair of thin shorts, the hourglass shape of her rising and falling with each step she takes as she turns and moves down the hallway towards my bedroom. She does not need me to tell her where it is, she simply drags fingers along the wall as she disappears into the shadowy orange glow of the candles flickering behind the doorway.

  I have no nervousness or apprehension, no worries about what is to come or how our bodies will find each other for their first meeting. I step up behind her and she turns into my arms, her hands deftly unbuckling and slipping out my belt, tossing it aside so that she can slide my shirt over my head. Once naked there is none of the standard shame that most people feel the first time a stranger sees them in all of their nude glory. Her hands explore me, fingertips drifting along my belly button and down to my thighs, there is no waiting for me to become rigid with anticipation, but as she drifts dangerously close to me she pulls away and lies back on my bed. This woman, this creature of absolute brilliance and gorgeous magnificence, is lying on my bed, looking up at me, beckoning me to her. My skin meets her skin, and we are one person. Her breasts fit in my hands as if they were made for me, and she seems to be unbothered by my less than bashful approach. Fingers wrap themselves into my hair and ease me downward, the feel of her skin against my face is heaven. There is no longer a need for her to guide me, I slide my tongue along her body and kiss the inside of her thighs, biting the soft flesh that I find there. I taste her for the first time, she tastes like strawberries and pears. It's impossible, I know it is, I've gone down on enough women to understand the biology of what is taking place there and have a healthy respect for those ladies who keep themselves extra clean. But I read once somewhere that when two people are matched for one another genetically, that things like the scent and saliva of the partners become appealing. I have no doubts, she was made for me, and I savor in the deliciousness of her.

  She begins to writhe with the feel of it, her toes curling and straightening as her legs wrap around my face. A kind of slow tremor begins to run through her body, she both pushes and pulls on me, as if she can't decide whether the feeling of an orgasm slowly coming to life inside her is ecstasy or agony. No words are spoken, she simply drags me up across the wetness of her body and kisses me, unafraid of tasting herself there, her tongue plunging inside my mouth and wrestling with my own. She turns me onto my back, and there is no need for assistance as she slides me inside her, inching her way down over every inch of me, her back arching with pleasure as her body begins to slowly rise and fall atop my own. The moment seems to stretch on for an eternity, it could be hours, it could be minutes, but the sight of her bouncing on top of me lit by the orange of the candles like some kind of a sexual Goddess is more than I can take. Sensing the impending eruption of my passion she slides off of me and takes me inside her mouth without hesitation. Her fingers slide up and down with a delicate sense of understanding, her lips wrapped around me, her tongue making small circles just slow enough to keep me from exploding. Seemingly forever, she keeps me there, on the brink of a finish beyond anything I have ever experienced.

  I let go.

  Her mouth works greedily as I release everything that I have been holding back, my own body racked with tremors of it's own. I've had great orgasms before, but this spreads from just my groin and throughout every cell of my body, until I fall back on the bed and she crawls atop me, lying her head against my chest and finding peace there. She looks up at me, and I do
wn at her, and though I had not believed it possible, the passion of her gaze overpowers all that had come before it.

  We are there, together, there in that moment, and I know that whatever may happen after that, my soul will always belong to her.

  The End.

  Fully Pushing the Envelope

  1

  Ki made his way through the door and across the hall. He stopped at the foot of the stairs, to gaze up the flight, and wondered what would happen to him before the night was through. He knew where he had to go. The instructions had been sent to his phone:

  "Address 9 Elwood drive.,

  Room key under the fern pot,

  Go up the stairs,

  Turn at the first right,

  Second room on the left,

  Further instructions taped on the door. "

  He made his way as directed and read the attached note.

  "Ki, Glad you decided to join me, let's see if tonight will leave you disappointed; as I assure you, once we're done, I WON'T be. Enter, strip to your underwear, and leave your clothes on the desk by the window. Lie in the center of the bed, put on the blindfold that's on the pillow, place your hands by your sides, and wait."

  He took a deep breath and entered. The room was dimly lit. The main source of light was a lamp sitting on a desk placed at the far end of the room. The other was a lava lamp set on top of some small drawers to his left, near the head of the bed. After closing the door behind him, he did as he was told, following her commands.

  He undressed quickly, or tried to. He was nervous, and his fingers twittered about as he grappled with each item of clothing. But he managed to strip to his underwear with a minimal of mistakes. He put all his clothing on the desk, and went over to the bed. After blindfolding himself as ordered, he lie down in the center, and began to wait.

  As he lay on the soft duvet in complete blinded darkness, his senses started to heighten with the sound of atmospheric silence buzzing in his ears, and he became aware of the subtle smell of lavender and spice in the air. Although the room was warm, his skin tingled as if a slight breeze had floated across his body. Just then, he heard faint footsteps coming up the stairs. The door handle creaked, and then... nothing. For what seemed like an age, Ki's mind raced, Is that Alice...what's going on.. Why isn't she saying anything? Is she even here,.. Or did I imagine that sound. He tried to concentrate on staying calm and controlling his nerves. Finally, a familiar voice spoke.

  "Well, hello gorgeous", said Alice with a hint of a smile in her voice. "I'm just taking in the moment. It's not every day I get a semi naked man lying on the bed at my whim." She started to laugh. "I was sitting in my car when you got here, and it was so tempting to follow you in. But I had to resist and wait to start the game right. It was a turn on and a half knowing you were in here...now what to do first." She walked up to the side of the bed, taking in the view of Ki's still body, and leaned in close to whisper in his ear, "I'm going to tie your arms and legs down. So I want you to spread your legs and raise your hands above your head". He did so without a word, and Alice went to each corner of the bed producing from underneath buckled leather straps, and secured each of his limbs until he was spread-eagled and unable to move.

  Alice found herself stood by his outstretched left arm and leaning forward slowly, softly dragged her nails down from wrist to bicep, down the side of his torso. He began to twitch slightly, sharply inhaling as her nails drifted to the inside of his thigh and down the inside of his leg. "Excellent" she breathed, whispering to herself. With that, she took away her hand. Ki could hear her footsteps moving away from the bed. "I'm just going to change into something more a little more...nakedly comfortable", she said from the doorway. And then she was gone, the door closed. Silence once again filled the room, leaving Ki with his mind swimming.

  2

  "Well, I think you know most of the folks here mate", Kerry said to Ki as they entered the bar. It'd been four months since he'd been out, especially on a social level, and cabin fever had set in. The place was fairly busy, so he followed Kerry to the bar in a daze as the noise of cheerful banter filled his ears. They got their beers and moved to the back of the room, to a big round table surrounded by familiar faces, all except for two. They sat close to the couple, and Kerry made introductions. "Howdy peeps, Ki this is Alice. And who is this you have with you?" she said with a cheeky smile, looking at the stranger.

  "Kerry, this is Steve, the bloke I was telling you about last week". Steve looked as nervous as I had when I first walked in as he nodded and said hi. For the next hour, Alice and Kerry steered the conversation to past humorous drunken exploits, getting Ki and Steve involved in the "Have you ever..." and "What's the worst... " type of chat that breaks the ice of any social night.

  For the next few Fridays, the four met up with the "usual crew" for drinks at the bar, with Kerry not so subtly taking Steve "to play pool or something", leaving Ki and Alice with each other for company.

  "So Ki...that's an odd name. Are your folks foreign?"

  Ki laughed a little, as this was not the first time someone had asked him that, "My parents are hippy types, and like to travel a lot. I was conceived in Korea, and they liked the name Ki. Apparently it means 'Vigor'!"

  "That's cool" Alice replied looking thoughtful, and then burst out laughing "Alice means 'eat me, drink me'!"

  "Well, your mate and Kez seem to be getting on well, eh?"Ki said, taking a sip of his pint.

  Alice looked at him with a sly grin. "That was the point, though, wasn't it. I find her someone nice to play with, and she finds a way for me to meet you. She's told me all about your past with her, how you two were good friends with... How do I put it... benefits. And, as well as being a good laugh and all, she let me in on your little games. I wanted to find out if it was all just exaggerated banter!" Alice laughed as Ki choked on his lager.

  "She what! Well, now, I don't know WHAT to say to that!" he replied through a coughing chortle "You're cool, and definitely hot looking, but I hardly know you". His reply met with a long chug on her drink and a flirtatiously wicked glance.

  When she lowered her drink, she asked, "But is it true, though. That under that well-mannered, handsome exterior there's a filthy mind? And if so, are we acquainted enough to explore it? Because I reckon that I'd give you a run for your money." The spark in her eyes was intoxicating.

  "Well, if nothing else you're not backward in coming forward." He sarcastically replied, giving Kerry a sideways glance, who responded in turn with the huge beaming grin of someone who was fully aware that the scheme she set up for her friend and Ki had gathered momentum.

  3

  The sound of footsteps in the room made his thoughts snap back to reality, along with the feeling of helplessness and blind anticipation. "I think, as this is the first time, we should talk freely so we can get the best out of this, " Alice inquired leaning against the desk, again taking in the view of her submissive playmate.

  "Sounds good, " Ki said, with a slight sound of relief in his voice.

  "That's not to say the rules have changed though. You're mine for the night to enjoy, and you will do as I say. You may request, or express desire to partake in or refrain from, some of the things we do, but the decision lies with me." The dominating half of the twosome moved to the side of the bed by Ki's head and leant in close, "All that aside, I've got to say you look fucking gorgeous, let's try and shake each other's foundations shall we?"

  She stroked her finger tips down the side of his face and pressed her lips onto his. Slowly pulling away, she paused for a moment, still feeling the kiss on her mouth. That was sooo good she thought to herself, I've wanted this for a while, and finally I get to have this man, to pleasure me, to pleasure him, he tastes great! She moved in again, and this time lingered, mouths fused. She gently ran her tongue round the inside of his lips, his tongue met with hers and entwined in a ballet of lust that made their hearts pound. Alice pulled away again and, positioning herself next to him, knelt on the bed.


  "That's one check off my list of things that your good at, " she said, making Ki smile and turn his head towards the direction of her voice.

  "Does that mean I get another go then?"

  "All in good time. There's no rush. "

  Alice got up and moved to the foot of the bed where she climbed on, kneeling between his splayed legs. She began to crawl up Ki's body kissing and nibbling at the inside of his legs to his thighs, stopping for a moment at his trunks. She gave a little tug with her teeth on the leg hem then moved to the bulge where she closed her teeth around it, and gave it a gentle squeeze. Ki jerked slightly and gave an involuntary inhale that made Alice chuckle to herself.

  She continued kissing up his torso, from his naval to his chest, making sure her breasts dragged hard over his crotch and naked body. She took her time swirling her tongue around his nipples, giving them an occasional nip to make them stiffen, all the while finding pleasure in watching how his facial expressions changed in response to her actions.

  Alice slid up further, sat astride his stomach, and placed her hands on his chest. "I want you to raise your head forward and stick out your tongue". When Ki did as he was told, she placed a hand behind his head, leant forward, and brushed a breast across his open mouth and tongue. "Suck them," she demanded, and pulled him into her chest.