He tugs forward gently, forcing my eyes open so that I can walk with him. He again holds open the car door for me, shutting it behind me and joining me inside. Alex turns on the heat for me, turning the radio up a bit. Just enough to stifle any conversation, leaving me to stew in my own thoughts.
Am I doing the right thing? I haven't dated anyone in so long. Is this a date? Do I want to think this is a date? I keep biting my lips until they're sore and a bit puffy. The drive to his house only takes around 15 minutes, but even so that's enough time to drive myself mad with doubt.
This is it," he says, peering through the window. I do the same.
The house is a fairly large one, with a garden that's well groomed. I hear the howl of a dog and the clanging of what must be their cage or gate, keeping them from running to the car. Though it's dark, I can tell the house and the land are beautiful.
As we pull up to the house, a motion detecting light flashes on to greet us from atop the attached garage. Fidgeting inside the cup holder filled with knick knacks, Alex pulls out the remote for the garage and pushes the button to open it. On one side is another car, red but dusty from disuse. My heart aches as I wonder if it was Emily's. I know I kept a lot of things, when-
Alex's words cut my thought off. "Here we are. Come on, I'll show you around."
The garage door closes behind us and the sound of barking is muffled. I let myself out of the car this time, not wanting to force him to run over to my side just for courtesy's sake. The look on his face shows that he doesn't approve though. I definitely won't try that again.
Through the door to the house, we're in his kitchen. The room is clean, spotless in fact. He must hire help to keep this huge place tidy. "I'll pour us some wine, and we can head to the living room."
I stand by the door, watching his broad shoulders flex beneath his sweater as he pops open a bottle of red wine. I find myself compelled to be near him. I need to feel his warmth. He might not know it, but I'm hurting tonight, too. I've been hurting for a long time.
I step, timidly, toward him. Once near enough, my hands touch his back, and he freezes. They slide over to his sides, then around to his abdomen as I hug him, resting my head against his shoulder blades and just melting into him.
"Brenda..." he whispers.
"I'm sorry. I just..." Why am I so choked up? "I just really wanted to be near you. Do you mind?"
He turns around, pulling away just enough to cup my chin with the side of his forefinger. "Of course I don't mind."
He pulls my chin up, and I lose any ability to resist. Not like I would want to. I need to be close to someone again. Parting my lips ever so slightly, I tilt my head and lean into him, rising to my toes to compensate for our height difference. His hands leave my chin and fall to my hips as finally, blissfully, our mouths touch. My skin tingles against him, like he's performing some sort of magic on me.
Every nerve in my body is alive and on fire as I burn with passion, real passion, for the first time in years. His hands knead into my skin, pulling me closer to him, pulling me up further onto my toes. My arms wrap around his neck, pulling his face down as I flick my tongue between his lips and into his hot mouth.
When his tongue meets mine, his taste buds feel like a paintbrush tickling me. I giggle into his mouth. He laughs back, and we break the kiss to laugh more. Still, he holds me close, and I cling to his neck as if my life depends on it.
"How about," he breathes into my ear, his voice deep and sexy. "I show you the bedroom instead of the living room."
I giggle again, nodding. He takes my hand in his, pulling me gently from the kitchen and down a dark hallway before we head up a flight of stairs. Past one more door, and he nearly breaks down the door to his bedroom before pulling me in and on top of him on the bed. I gasp as the breath leaves my body from the sheer force of the pull, but once I catch it again, I'm straddling him. I lower my head as his hand cups my breast, and we kiss again.
The pressure on my breast, the tweaking of my nipple through my shirt, makes me gasp into Alex's mouth. His hands pull both shirts up over my head, leaving my bare breasts swinging free. "You took off your bathing suit?"
I blush and smile, looking down at his soft lips and yearning to press mine against them again. Pulling him up by his shirt, I shift down a bit so that he can sit up before pulling the sweater over his head and pressing my bare skin against his. I kiss him powerfully, moaning just a bit from the desire building up within me.
Alex's hands explore my thighs ever so gently, nearly tickling them with such a light touch. Upwards and to my butt. Both of his strong hands grip my ass cheeks as I grind my nude womanhood into his clothed crotch. "And no bottoms!" He nips at my neck. "Naughty!"
He presses his hand into my shoulder, pushing me over. I fall onto the bed, my fingers lightly tracing my chest up to my nipples, which I tug on slightly while he watches. The crooked smile on his face tells me just how much he likes that. He watches as I tweak them, pinch them, making them firm. "Please," I moan. "Please touch me."
Starting from my knee, one of his fingers move up the inside of my thigh, stopping at the bottom of my skirt. Doing the same thing on the other leg, and then starting over, he teases me. He never once lets his finger slip under my skirt. The feeling of his rough fingers against my skin gives me goosebumps and makes me arch my back.
Over my skirt and to my stomach, he does the same stroking up to my breasts from my navel, but never touching my nipples until I'm whimpering pathetically. "Alex, please!"
His mouth is on my skin now, kissing up from my stomach, to my ribs, and to my breast. Finally, mercifully, his mouth falls onto my right nipple, sucking it into his mouth with fervor as I arch my back once again and moan. I grab the back of his head, gripping his hair and pushing him harder onto my breast. One of his hands wanders up my inner thigh, slipping under the fabric of my skirt and pressing a finger into my velvety folds.
"You're so wet already," he says, the words muffled by my breast. His finger slides up and down my slit, circling my inner labia gently as I practically purr with pleasure.
"That feels so good," I breathe, my chest heaving. His teeth press into my hard nipple, forcing a surprised gasp out of me. Switching to my other breast, he sucks and bites that nipple.
His finger presses against my sensitive button, sending a jolt of erotic electricity through my entire body. I stop breathing, stop moving, as he taps his finger against the hood of my clit. Gently, at first, but as he picks up a rhythm, he taps harder and harder, each time bringing me closer to orgasm.
With his other hand, he spreads my lips open, the cool air pleasantly rushing over my folds. Using two fingers now, Alex alternates between tapping on my nub and circling it. My breathing is sporadic now, short breaths as the tension builds, until finally the floodgates release and waves of orgasm take over me.
Alex's eyes look deeply into my own, watching me as I twitch under him. Once he sees that my orgasm has passed, he slides down my body, flipping my skirt up and giving himself a good look of my pussy. His lips plant sweet kisses on my shaved pussy lips, teasing me once more before letting his tongue slip into me. I writhe beneath his attentions, gripping at the sheets on his bed.
The tip of his tongue presses into the left side of my clit before gliding down and then to the right of it. Back over and to the left, he makes firm circles around my clit, only barely actually pressing it. Around again and again, before flicking his tongue over my nub hard. My toes curl and my eyes roll to the back of my head with ecstasy as he does that same move over and over again.
Pulling my legs over his shoulders, he presses them up to get a better angle at my insides. His tongue slithers around my folds, darting quickly in and out of my hole before pressing against my clitoris again. The little button is throbbing and engorged with arousal as I twitch beneath my lover.
Without warning, he slips a finger into my hole while he laps at my nub. I can't help but cry out, "Aaaah!" Sucking my clitoris into his mou
th, Alex presses his lips against it firmly while his finger presses up into my spongy g spot.
"Don't stop, please!" I feel weird begging, but I can't help it. I know that I'm going to burst again, and I need it, so bad. Following my orders, Alex continues sucking on me and flicking his finger in my hole, even adding another one. For what seems like eons, I am held captive by this man as his mouth and fingers explore me.
My orgasm hits unexpectedly. "Oh my god!" My toes curl again as I grab his sheets and hold on for fear life. My juices gush out of me, all over Alex's face and arm as he continues to pump his fingers in me until I come down from heaven.
"Are you ready for me?" He pulls away from me, his mouth shining with my juices and his eyes full of lust.
I nod. "Fuck me."
Off comes his shirt, leaving me dazzled once again by his strong muscles. Then his pants, his thin but strong legs flexing as he steps out of the fabric. Standing before me with his bathing trunks on, he pauses. "Maybe you should do this."
I sit up, staring at the bulge in his trunks with wide eyes. I let one of my arms reach forward, grabbing the elastic and slowly sliding the soft trunks down his thighs and letting them drop to his feet as his manhood stands proudly before me.
It is fully erect and throbbing, begging to be touched, licked, sucked. I pull him closer to me, using my other hand to wrap around the base of his prick. His skin is hot with desire.
I can't help but lick my lips and bend forward. Holding his cock steady, I part my lips and take in the entirety of his penis, sliding the smooth skin across my tongue and down my throat as I twist my hand slightly. "Mmm," I moan, sending vibrations up his shaft. When I peek up at him, I see that his eyes are closed and his mouth is hanging slightly open. Pleased that I could make him feel so good, I continue.
His hand presses against my head, encouraging me to suck harder. I take his dick deep into my throat, trying not to choke on it before pulling it out and circling my tongue around the head.
Finally, he tugs on my hair a bit to pull me off. "I'll cum too fast if you keep doing that," he explains. I grin up at him, which makes him laugh while he pushes me down onto his bed again.
Pumping his prick a few more times to be sure it's good and hard, Alex places it at my hole. I suck in a breath, holding it as the pressure at my entrance builds up more and more before, with a POP, the head pushes itself in. The rest slides in easily as I let my breath out slowly with a moan.
My hands again find my breasts, my fingers circling my nipples as Alex pushes himself as deep as he will go. I'm completely filled with his cock head pressing up against my cervix. Once I am fully used to him being in me, I push myself up and wrap my arms around his neck.
With an audible "Unf," Alex pulls out and pushes himself back into me, slowly, lovingly. We stare deeply into each other's eyes, sharing a profound bond that I've never felt with another person. Pumping into me slowly, tenderly, he bends down to kiss me. Butterflies flutter in my stomach as our lips touch while he's penetrating me.
He pulls me down a bit so I'm hanging off the edge of the bed slightly, giving him a better angle to plow me. He fondles my breast as his hips grind against me, our skin slapping together as our heat builds up. I know I'm just going to absolutely lose it soon. Just as I feel myself explode, his cock twitches and expands before finally, hot gooey cum shoots deep into my womb. My moans turn to screams of delight as he continues to fuck me while he cums. "Yes! Yes yes yes yes!"
With one last thrust, he grunts and pulls out, practically falling on top of me as I twitch through my orgasms. My nails dig into the skin on his back as he catches his breath and the last wave of orgasm passes through me.
We lay still for a few moments, just cuddling. Just existing. Finally, he gets up and goes to the bathroom attached to his bedroom. I crawl up to his pillows, hoping he won't mind if I fall sleep next to him. Before he's even out of the restroom, I'm fast asleep. I only vaguely remember his arms wrapping around me.
I wake up to the sound of chirping. Alex's arms are still wrapped around me, keeping my mostly nude body warm. I slowly nudge my way out from his grasp, escaping to the bathroom where I find a clean towel, wash cloth, and a note.
Brenda,
Last night was more than I could have ever hoped for. Words cannot express how happy I am to have shared it with such a wonderful woman. If I am still asleep when you're reading this, feel free to shower. One of my robes is hanging from the back of the door. Once you're clean, if I'm not awake, please wake me up.
xx
I smile up into the mirror. Curiously, I notice that my skin is glowing. What a weird thing to finally find someone I enjoy being with.
After my shower, Alex is just getting up. He groggily scratches at his head, making his already messy hair even worse. I laugh as I join him on the bed, kissing him sweetly. "Good morning."
"Good morning to you too. What time do you have to be to work?"
I shrug. "Around 4 pm, just for a meeting. Why?"
"It's noon now. Let me make you some breakfast, and I'll get cleaned up. We can watch some TV and then I'll drive you to work. Sound good?"
I nod, and he kisses me again before helping me off the bed. We make our way down to his kitchen, which is even larger than I remember it. From the kitchen window, I see two dobermans and a man working on trimming a hedge. I wonder again just how wealthy Alex is, but it doesn't matter to me.
We eat the bacon and pancakes he makes at the dining room table while listening to the news on his cell phone. Once he's finished, he heads up to the shower after showing me the living room and giving me control of the TV. The last few hours before work really go off without a hitch, with us just cuddling on his couch while we watch reality TV shows that he taped. We laugh and mock the people on the shows together. I marvel at how much chemistry Alex and I have. Maybe it's all superficial right now, but I really think I'd like to spend more time with him.
With a heavy heart, I notice it's 3:30. "We should probably go."
Alex nods, and we get into the car. "Where to?" he asks.
"I work at Prestige Headquarters-" I pause when I see the astonished look on his face. "What?"
He doesn't say something for a few minutes, and then he laughs. "Nothing! Don't worry, I know where it is." Weird. We're a well known textile company, but our headquarters isn't really advertised. It's just where all the corporate nonsense happens.
Maybe he does business with us. Yes, that makes sense.
As we pull onto my job's street, my heart really begins to sink. I almost start to cry, even hyperventilating a bit. I'm hoping, praying, that Alex will want to see me again. I don't want to lose something this good again.
Parking the car, Alex's hand reaches over to my thigh, squeezing it as he looks into my eyes. I can see he's not happy about this either. "Hey, why don't I give you my card? That way, you can call me if you ever need anything. I wrote my cell phone number on the back, too."
Immediately, I perk up. "Okay!" He leans over, and gently, oh so gently, presses his soft lips against mine. I can smell his shampoo and his aftershave, and I can taste the mint of his toothpaste. Reluctantly, I pull away, taking the card he offers me as I slip out of his car and onto the sidewalk.
Waving as he drives away, I choke back a sob. What a good man. Even if I never see him again, I was lucky to have had one night with him. As the shiny blackness of his car fades from view, I finally look at his business card and nearly have a heart attack.
Alex Rosen is the CEO of Prestige Textiles!
Love's Storm
Hundreds of people with shining blonde hair surround Chloe. It seems like everyone on the beach is blonde and tanned, tall and beautiful. Summer always makes Chloe feel sexier, but being around gods and goddesses like the crowd at Saints Pier, well, a girl can't be punished for feeling a little self-conscious.
Chloe tries to strut down the boardwalk in her bikini top and skirt. Actually, she's killing it. A couple of men watch the raven-hair
ed beauty as her hips wave a swaying goodbye to them.
“Looking good as ever, girl!” A cute, perky voice calls down from the end of the dock. Amanda Everett, Chloe's best friend and the richest girl she knows, waves. “Come on, the boys are waiting for us!”
Flipping her sandals off, Chloe jogs to her friend and the huge boat behind her. The Deadly Mermaid. Amanda's dad let her name it when she was a kid, and Amanda had just finished rewriting the little mermaid into a horror story for her class. The girl got a D on the disturbing story, but the boat's all hers now.
Amanda is a few inches shorter than Chloe, but her strawberry blonde hair and emerald-like eyes make her a favorite with the men at the Ivy League university she goes to. Chloe often feels like she'll never live up to her best friend, especially not while she struggles to get by in a nursing program at the cheapest community college she could find. One day, I'll be swept off my feet, and I'll be taking Amanda out on my boat to private islands!
Rolling her eyes at her own fantasy, she hugs Amanda. “So, where are we off to?”
Her eyes light up as they both climb up into the yacht. “Daddy found this beautiful small island just to the North East of here. Jorge will get us there in about four hours, and we'll be there all weekend. Until then...” she turns and grabs two beers from a cooler. “We drink!”
Taking one, Chloe heads to the front of the boat where she finds 3 men laying on towels and catching sun. “Who are they?”
“Part of the rowing team. Fred, Mason and Otto.” Amanda leans in close to Chloe, conspiratorially. “Otto's richer than God and hot as hell. You can have the other two. I want him.”
Chloe nudges her friend and laughs. This boat is where she lost her virginity, and that wasn't the last time she got to know a man here. Both Fred and Mason are sexy, in their own way. Fred is another blond boy that she sees every day in the summer. When he stands up to meet her, she's struck by his beautiful blue eyes, bluer than the sky above them.
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