She reached between them and grasped his length. Rob was wonderfully endowed. She created firm tension, touching herself first to lubricate her grip, then moving up and down to excite him as he had excited her.
A soft growl rumbled within him. It was pure animal and Diane found it so erotic. Her body seemed to become more pliant in response. She extended her leg up and onto his enormous shoulder as she levered him into her.
The position she created allowed her to take him into her as deeply as he could go. It was a tight fight. Rob was so large that there literally was not much wiggle room. Diane cried out with the wonder of him. It was as much mentally exhilarating as it was physically pleasing to experience him inside of her.
“Does that feel good?” he murmured.
He had to know it did. His manhood was quite a treat for her. Diane writhed against him, seeking her own rhythm. Rob moved slowly within her, creating blissfully lazy strokes.
She was obviously a little too eager. With a broad, flat, firm hand on her belly, he calmed her, grounded her.
“There’s no hurry,” he assured her. “Let’s savor this.”
Rob was so large it felt as though he could go right through her. It was not an uncomfortable feeling. In fact it stimulated her more. She turned to the side to mix up their sweet tension. His eyes drunkenly gazed upon her buttocks exposed by the position. He stroked its tautness. As Diane drew her knee up towards her chest, her gluteal muscles were tighter and firmer and smooth. She was proud of herself. She was blessed with a beautiful body and she enjoyed herself.
“You are a really beautiful woman,” he whispered.
His deep rich voice resonated despite how softly he tried to speak. It tickled the center of her belly. She tightened around him reflexively, gripping him with her core.
“And you are all man,” she replied, stroking his massive expansive of a chest.
Her fingertips glided over his chest lightly. His skin was so soft but his muscles were so hard, it was almost hard to wrap her head around it. He was perfection. And their heat was off the hook. She had never experienced this kind of sexual chemistry with anyone before.
From her side position, Rob easily turned her more. She was now on her knees. He drew her hips back with his powerful hands and re-situated her. She was now on all fours. He played with the cheeks of her backside as he slid deeply into her.
He took hold of her hand and placed it between her legs. The sweetness of the pressure she created there set her on the unmistakable and luscious path to the ultimate pleasure.
She didn’t let herself climax just yet. With her knowing hand, she let the sweetness build to a point before backing up; building up and then backing off until her pace was matching his. Instinctively she knew from his tensing body, his more rigid pumping and his labored breath that he was on the same path to ecstasy that she was.
Diane waited, making herself endure just a little more self-teasing until she let go and let herself climax. It was an unbelievable rollercoaster. Tiny tremors turned into huge seizures. She spasmed and clamped on his hard length with complete abandon. Her body shook as it was consumed with rapture. Every erogenous point was lit, her nipples were hard and pointing ceiling-ward as one of the sweetest orgasms she had ever experienced took hold and then ebbed.
Now it was his turn. He was a bear, roaring so loudly that Diane’s walls shook. He was literally human thunder as his cries erupted from him. She rocked her hip against him as he shuddered until he could move no more. They both collapsed against the mattress lazily spent, smiles washing both their faces. It was pure sweetness.
Rob was so long limbed and Diane so petite, that it almost seemed like one of his thighs was the length of her torso. He draped his legs over her possessively, as if to claim her.
“So what on earth made you give up San Diego to come north? Work must be awesome to give up paradise,” he said.
“Well,” she said. “My mother’s family is from San Francisco originally. She died a few months ago. I wanted to make a fresh start. It’s funny too because she moved there to be with a Navy guy.”
“My dad was in the Navy,” said Rob. “I remember it as a kid. It was amazing.”
“So why did you leave?” she asked playfully.
“Well I was six at the time. My dad and stepmother divorced. He, unfortunately, left her for another woman. He transferred to Portsmouth, Virginia. I was stationed for a period of time in San Diego but then I came north to go to school and never left.”
The wheels in Diane’s head turned.
“That is really a coincidence, because my stepfather was a Navy guy as well and my mother and father broke up when I was two. She never remarried. It was like pulling teeth to figure out why but on her deathbed she told me. He cheated on her. Broke her heart,” she said.
“Did your stepdad at least keep in touch?” he asked.
“I didn’t really know too much about it him. I didn’t know about him until I was in my teens. My mother changed her name back to mine so we had the same last name. So no I didn’t know my stepdad,” she said. “I don’t even know his last name. The discussion of the subject was short and bitter.”
“What about your biological father?” he asked.
“He was killed in combat. So in a way she was a military widow times two. She didn’t want to risk love another time,” said Diane.
“I guess,” said Rob, then he laughed.
“What?” she asked.
“Wouldn’t that be like weird?” he said.
“What?” she asked again.
“Because I had a step sister for a while and she was a baby,” he said.
A sinking feeling just landed in the pit of Diane’s stomach. She already knew what he was going to say.
“There’s no way,” she said. “I don’t even want to know.”
“I was just teasing. My dad was married to woman with the last name of Lane,” said Rob. “It couldn’t have been your mother. Besides the world isn’t that small.”
Diane’s insides knotted up. Lane was her mother’s maiden name. An oily sweat beaded on her forehead.
“What’s the matter?” asked Rob.
“Do you happen to know what your address was in San Diego?” she asked.
“We actually lived in Encinitas. On Willow Lane,” he said.
Diane swallowed hard.
“On 357 Willow Lane?” she asked, her voice trembling.
He craned his face around so that he looked her in the eye. He had a wicked smile on his lips.
“Nooooo,” he said with delight.
“My mother got the house in the divorce, she told me,” Diane said.
“She certainly did. California is a no fault state but dad felt so bad, your mother being a widow and all. I know that much because we did have a discussion later. I was eight at the time and you were barely two.”
“So we weren’t brother and sister for very long, then, were we?” she said.
“We were never brother and sister. It was just a technicality. Are you weirded out by this?” he said.
“I guess,” she said unsteadily. “Kind of.”
“Oh you are so silly,” he said.
He pressed her gently back against the mattress and framed her with his forearms. He looked at her squarely.
“Listen to me,” he said with a smile on his face. “We are not related.”
“Historically, we were steps,” she said.
“Yes and even if we did know that, it would still not be wrong. They were married for a couple of months when they realized they made a mistake,” he said.
“I think maybe it’s the adrenaline rush of the idea of it that is upsetting me. It’s a little rich for my blood,” she said.
“Too kinky?” he laughed.
“Little bit,” she replied.
Chapter Six
He knew what he was saying was correct. They really had done nothing weird or unusual except for the fact that they really had just met and they hooked up
. That was something different for Diane too.
Rob held here for a little while before getting dressed and kissing her goodnight. He made sure the door was locked as he left. Despite the bombshell of the fact that their parents had once been married, she slept like a log.
But when she woke up she was clear. She needed to put the night and Rob Zingg far behind her. She would let her boss know exactly what he said. That the three weeks she had before she traveled was not enough time to acquire self-defense skills so the class would be a waste of time. Therefore, she need not go back.
But it was funny how she did flip flops. One moment she was very sure she never wanted to see him again. That it was wrong for her to see him again. She didn’t even remember his being in the same house with her as a child but there it was, that little window time when they were technically related.
And then the occasional shiver would remind her of what it was like to be held by him. From the moment she saw him, she knew she wanted him. She wanted to know what it would be like to be with a man like him. He was all man. And he made her feel like such a woman.
Diana sat at her desk at work, not concentrating on her job. She saw what she believed to be his call go through to her boss. She wondered if her boss had already told him that the classes were a no-go.
Her boss opened her door.
“Hey Diane,” she said. “I have this Rob Zingg on the line. Can you come in here for a moment?”
Adrenaline rushed through her veins. Diane was trembling as she walked as though she had slammed coffee. She took a seat on her boss’s couch.
“So Rob and I were talking. He thinks if he gives you an intense crash-course in self-defense, plus take you to the shooting range, then our money would be better spent,” her boss said.
“I think we were kicking the idea around last night. Maybe Diane forgot. But she is correct, I do think that three or four more classes wouldn’t do the trick,” said Rob.
Diane was surprised by the way she was really glad to hear his voice. She didn’t think it was a good idea to see him again, but she could at least admit to herself, that she would love to if all there were equal.
“Unfortunately, given the time crunch,” said Diane, “I have so much workwise to prepare for the meeting, my schedule doesn’t allow for me to prep for my meeting and do intense training with you.”
“As of now, I am giving flex schedule. You can train two or three hours with Rob and then come into work. After the meeting when you get back, you can take a week off if you like and catch up on rest,” said her boss.
“But –“ protested Diane.
“Done deal,” said her boss. “Rob are we good?”
“All good here,” said Rob. “See you in class tonight?”
Diane hesitated.
“Diane?” he said.
“I am actually wiped out from last night. I will be there tomorrow night,” she said.
Her boss started to protest. Rob made a sound that could be heard on speakerphone. He was obviously disappointed.
“Hey, it’s the best I can do. I was not expecting this. I am not really in shape for this. I can only do what I can do,” said Diane.
Thus ended the conference call. Diane was annoyed. One of the reasons she was so hot was because she was so tired. He had kept her so very busy until the wee hours of the morning. Diane probably could use some carbo loading.
“I am going to go grab some lunch,” Diane said to her boss.
But what she was going to do was go down to the parking garage and power nap. She was exhausted. And now with the phone call, more than ever, Rob was square in the center of her head, filling her every waking thought.
Chapter Seven
Diane got the rest she much needed after work. There was no word from Rob, though she could feel him. She went home, put on her jammies and cuddled in front of a movie until she fell asleep.
There was some anxiety the next day because she was supposed to leave work early and go self-defense class. Something came over her. Maybe she knew what she was going to do all along but when the time came for her to leave, Diane left work but she didn’t go to class.
She felt like a naughty school girl sneaking off from work and going straight home. She wasn’t sure what she would say when the time came to explain herself. She couldn’t very well just be honest about why she wanted to avoid Rob Zingg.
But then Diane’s car must have had a mind of its own. She still didn’t go to class but she didn’t go home like she wanted. She waited until after class had started and from the shadows, she watched in the window of the building on the street-side as Rob conducted class.
At one point towards the end of the class, Rob actually broke from the class and headed towards his office. Diane was afraid he would see her and so she dashed down the street in her ridiculous high heels towards her car.
The clicking of her heels on the pavement, she couldn’t have heard him behind her. But on top of the noise, Rob Zingg was so stealth, like a ghost, she would not have heard her.
He swept her up in his arms, enveloping her with his huge body, lifting her off of her feet.
“Where is your car?” he whispered.
He held her door for her and when she got out of her car, his fingertips touched her lower back firmly to guide to car.
“I’ll drive,” he whispered, picking her keys from her pocket.
Diane had to admit she liked the feel of his hand in her tight back pocket. Her body pulsed with the electric energy the two of them shared.
“How’s your knee?” he asked while he took it upon himself to buckle her in.
“It smarts but I’ll live,” she said, smiling.
“I’m about to give you some more medicine, hold on,” he said.
He was actually a little big for her car but he drove it like a professional. He pulled out into the urban traffic and then veered off to an industrial area. He pulled into the drive of an abandoned complex. He parked. He got out of the car without a word of explanation and opened the gate. He got back into the car and drove the car on through.
“What if we get locked in? What is someone pulls that gate closed and locks it for real?” she challenged with a smirk.
“I guess we’ll get caught with our pants down now won’t we?” he asked.
He leaned over and kissed her with torturous slowness before driving on. The car tooled up a ramp of what was a parking garage. Diane was nervous. Thoughts of the building being condemned and the two of them crashing to their death played through her mind.
But she trusted him. And it was exciting. She liked the adrenaline more than she was afraid. She didn’t want to be careful anymore. She wanted to go with it. Finally they were on the very top level. There was nothing around them. Just the two of them, the sky and the security lights.
“Think we’re on camera?” she asked.
He loomed over her and scolded her with a stare.
“Do you have any more questions or are you trying to be a buzz kill?” he teased.
He mimicked her, affecting a high pitched, feminine voice. Diane was belly laughing. She was laughing so hard that she was crying. To hear this enormous, muscle-bound, baritone do his impersonation of her, was hysterical. The laughter was cleansing. It knocked all of the stress and any doubt from her system.
“Turn the car back on,” she ordered.
“You telling me what to do, Foster?” he winked.
“Yep I am, sensei,” she said.
Rob complied. Diane flipped the latches and pushed a button, and put the top down.
“There,” she said leaning over him to maul him with a kiss. “A little more room to work.”
She climbed onto his lap and reached down by his hip. She released the lever and they sank back flat. Diane pressed her lips to his and parted his mouth with her tongue.
He smelled so good. He smelled so masculine. She had just been with him and yet she was pleasantly reminded. She cupped the back of his neck and enjoyed kissing him
.
His massive hands skated all over her, landing firmly on her buttocks. He pressed her against him so that she could feel his huge erection pressing into her through their clothes.
“You are so hung,” she murmured.
“You complaining?” he asked.
“No one bit,” she replied without missing a beat.
He chuckled darkly and masterfully, skimmed her pants from her body. The night air touched her bareness. She drew her knees upward. She raised her hips upward and then lowered herself, impaling herself with him.
She arched in the night air with the glorious feeling of having him inside of her. All the worries and hang ups of their having been technically related, evaporated. All she wanted was complete pleasure as only he could give her.
On her knees this way, gripping the door, she could rock on him forever. He watched her as she slowly bounced, up and down. His eyes glazed over, his hands explored and played.
He brushed up the hem of her clothing. He found her breasts. His touch was so warm against her tender skin. His hands firmly cupped her as he drew together his forefingers and thumbs like gentle claws, tweezing her nipples.
The pleasurable pain sent jolts through her. She seized on him, sending pleasure throughout them both. Diane felt like a goddess riding her magnificent steed of a man in the open air. Anyone could drive up as they did. Anyone could catch them. It was exciting.
Without warning, he deftly pushed open the car door. He encouraged her to get out of the car. He was quickly behind her. He bent her over the hood of her car and drove into her that way. She was so vulnerable. So exposed. And yet so protected by him.
Diane laid on top of the still-warm car. The heat was soothing against her body. Her clothes were half off of her. The cooling engine heat made her insides feel liquid and naughty.
Rob braced her, keeping his steady, unbreaking pace into her. He gripped her hips and pressed her back. Struck with inspiration, she raised up and down onto her toes to visually tease him. He gave her buttocks a playful spank.
The delicate bite of the playful tap caused her channel to constrict on him. She asked him to do it again.
“Another please,” she said.
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