As Always

[StarXChyld]

OOC: This is a closed thread between SethXMacM and StarXChyld. This is our first time writing together here at Lit but we have written several stories together in the past. I hope you will enjoy reading as much as we enjoy writing. As the story progresses there may be opportunities for additional characters to join in. I will post any openings at Rick's.

IC: She stood before her open suitcase, hands on her hips. What exactly should she pack for this trip? Would it be a friendly little reunion or something a bit more. . .provocative?

It had been more than four years since she’d last laid eyes on him. She couldn’t be sure if she was more excited about seeing him again or nervous about his reaction when he set eyes on her again.

The last time they’d kissed good-bye at the airport, she’d only been dieting a short time and still weighed in at a hefty 170. Of course, he’d always told her how beautiful and sexy she was and he had made her feel like she was the most beautiful woman alive back then.

What had happened to them to allow time and distance to keep them apart for so long? They had proclaimed their deep love and devotion to each other. How was it that they just drifted back into their separate lives a thousand miles apart from each other? Oh sure, they had kept in touch through email and sporadic phone conversation but the incredible passion they had shared over the course of two years seemed to just get shelved in favor of careers and family obligations. Now they had decided to "get together" while she came to Boston for a 3-day seminar.

It was four years later. She was 40 pounds lighter. He was divorced and actively dating.

She added a pair of jeans and sweatshirt to the business suits already packed neatly inside the suitcase. She lit another cigarette and exhaled.

That’s right. I forgot. He doesn’t smoke .

A soft smile curved her lips as she remembered those moments after earth-shattering sex when she’d go to reach for a cigarette and he would pull her back to bed instead. They had been good together. Very good.

He had taught her what it felt like to be loved, how it felt when a man made love to a woman, not just fucked her. She didn’t realize there was a difference until he demonstrated the first night they were together. It was awkward and uncomfortable for her at first, she felt out of control, but eventually she learned to accept it, love it and expect it.. .

She chuckled softly at that one.Expect it . Ah well, it had been four years since she was made love to. Fucked? Oh that happened several times over the years but in her opinion, there was a definite disparity between lovers and fuckers in the world.

She’d taught him a thing or two about lovemaking as well. He was a very romantic man with very few sexual experiences outside his then-current unfulfilling marriage. She showed him what it felt like to "fuck". To have fun with sex, to live it, to taste it, to be it! He was a quick study, she remembered warmly. He would send her naughty little outfits that she would wear the next time she saw him. They would write hot erotic stories back and forth about what they wanted to do with each other.

She had been the one to introduce him to Dominance/Submission with Anne Rice’s Beauty Trilogy. She had always gotten turned on by the thought of it and loved reading about it and writing about it. He even began giving her leather and latex outfits, complete with bejeweled collars to wear during their lovemaking sessions.

And then she switched jobs and she wasn’t flying to Boston anymore.

She walked over to her closet and perused the selection of dinner dresses, selecting two. She grabbed the matching heels and packed them, as well as her bottle of Shalimar. Finally satisfied, she closed the suitcase and set it next to her coat.

Now it was four years later. She was married. He was known as one of the best Doms on the East Coast.

 

[SethXMacM]

Once more

His eyes swept across the airport. When he found laughter, the eyes sparkled. When he found love and lust, they turned to the color of the North Atlantic. They were dark tonight as he awaited the arrival of the commercial plane.

He was older now and more experienced. The weight of power and responsibility had been borne heavily over the past few years. More silver in his hair, more mature in visage.

But she had lightened that for awhile. She burst upon his life with the same startling impact of a comet. All too brief, brilliant and awesome in its beauty.

"Beauty." He whispered the word.

Through literature, she had introduced him to some of the darker arts and it was as if a long-secret aspect of his personality came forward. He studied and learned from some of the best. In Boston, New York and Washington. Masters of their crafts. Ropes. Cuffs and collars. Leather and chains. Floggers and paddles. And many other more exotic instruments of pain and pleasure.

He stood and regarded his reflection in the window. A dark navy suit. A silk black turtleneck. No jewelry. The clothing of a Master in a vanilla world.

It was nearly nine o'clock. Her plane would be landing soon.

And he would show her what he had learned.

 

[StarXChyld]

The First Time Around

They drove to the airport in silence. Her husband, Gary, was distracted as usual, his mind always on business. This would be the first time that she was going to sleep in another bed, in another city, in another state, in their brief marriage, and yet he didn’t seem to care. She knew he loved her. She knew he needed her. And yet, she felt. . .invisible.

She stared out the window as her eyes filled with hot, angry tears. ‘It’s almost as if he’s pushing me into Seth’s arms. . .’, she thought to herself.

They pulled in front of the terminal and Gary jumped out and ran around the back of the car to grab her bags from the trunk. Star quickly wiped the tears from her eyes, composing herself. No need to upset Gary now.

She walked up to the Sky Cap and handed the attendant her ticket as Gary dropped her bags on the sidewalk next to her. She reached up to touch his cheek and draw him in for a kiss. Instead, he grabbed her hand and kissed it. “I gotta go. I’m blocking traffic.” And then he was gone.

She checked in, bought her People magazine and boarded her flight. The flight attendant came by and she ordered a Gin & Tonic. Settling back into her seat, she flipped through the pages of the magazine but found she couldn’t concentrate. Her thoughts were on Seth and Boston.

She remembered the first time she flew to Boston to meet him.

They had met on an online gaming board. He had stumbled into a chat room that she had set up as a role-playing room. He didn’t understand what she was doing at first but that didn’t stop him from returning night after night to watch her interact with other gamers until he understood what was happening. Slowly she drew him into the game and after a year, they were online lovers, in character as well as out of character.

The online board had lit up like a lightening when their fellow online gamers and friends found out that they were going to meet for the first time. They had begged for an online play-by-play and Seth and Star obliged them by logging in each night and giving their audience initial thoughts and actions that had occurred during their first days together.

Whether they had had an audience or not, it was clear to both of them that they were immediately drawn to each other. She had stepped off the plane and scanned the awaiting crowd looking for his face and then she saw him. Standing off to the side, impeccably dressed, those hooded grey eyes studying her face, her walk, her every gesture, she knew it was him. And she decided to give him his money’s worth. She strolled towards him, with a mischievous gleam in her sparkling blue eyes, trying her damnest to disarm him to no avail. His quiet dignity would not be shaken. He welcomed her warmly, took her bag and showed her to his car.

It would not be until much later that evening that he showed his true emotions. . .

 

[SethXMacM]

Staring off to some far-off place, he stood in the terminal as if rooted to the spot.

His mind was racing, recalling, remembering...

They met where "vixens" once met, a chat room. Their dance was first one of the mind. They wrote togther. One then the other. The little impulses of electricity sparkling, challenging, intwining and finally enveloping each other. The computer line was augmented by the phone line and the electricity became more palpable. And then, not far from where he stood, she walked towards him for the first time.

He had never met anyone like her. His world had been one of meetings, memoranda and law. She was a shaken bottle of Dom Perignon. As she walked... no, not walked... as she strode, there was more than a bit of that electricity in her presence.

They walked off together, talking, laughing... starting something transcendent. He was stoic but she knew he was crumbling before her beauty.

They spent all day together for several days. He showed her the sites of the city. She crept closer to his heart.

He took her to a favorite place, a restaurant above the city where one could see the lights far below. The piano played softly in the background. He took her from the table and she swept onto the dance floor. For a moment, a light above her illuminated her hair, giving it brilliance which commanded all to stop and look at her. The black gown clung to her svelte figure as he took her in his arms, swaying slightly to the music. They held each closer, knowing that this was a moment when lives changed. She moved her head from his shoulder and her eyes locked onto his. The music ended. Their lips found each other.

She broke down the last reserve of his being. He loved her and she knew it.

They stopped for a moment at the table and then departed. They would begin to explore what their minds and hearts had uncovered.

He stood and looked down at his watch. He suddenly realized that his eyes were moist. Brusqely, he rubbed his eyes. I must be getting tired, he thought.

Her plane was just a half hour away.

 

[StarXChyld]

The First Time

That first trip to Boston had been magical. He had kept her guessing as to what his true feelings were. Oh, he was polite enough. But he treated her as if she were some foreign diplomat that he was required to entertain for three days. Cordial. Affable. Genial. That all changed on their last night together.

After dinner, he drove back to the hotel and she invited him in for a nightcap at the lobby bar. They parked and headed towards the entrance but the warm September evening called to them and they decided to take a walk instead. Once again, he was explaining every landmark and attraction that they passed, as if he were a tour guide.

She barely heard a word, her mind was still back at the restaurant. Their dance, his kiss had been so tentative and gentle, almost as if he were afraid she would crumble into a million pieces if he pressed against her too tightly.

As they passed an passageway, he suddenly took her hand and led her down the darkened path.

"I want to show you something."

Laughing lightly, she followed him wondering what could possibly be of interest down the alley. He stopped and turned towards her, slipping her lit cigarette from her fingers and tossing it to the ground. He stood in the moonlight searching her face for a sign. Then he pressed her against the brick wall behind her and kissed her passionately. Breathlessly, she returned the kiss with an intensity that matched his, spurring him on. His hands ran up the length of her thigh and lifted her dress. As their tongues danced, his hand slipped inside the waistband of her stockings and slid inside her panties. Finding her drenched, he growled softly in her ear as he pinned her between the wall and his stiffening hard-on. He sucked hungrily on her neck while he dry-fucked her in the alley.

Another couple strolled towards them. She urgently whispered their approach, pushing him back but he wouldn’t relent. Not now. Instead, he pushed his fingers deep inside of her hot pussy and pumped her until he heard her moan hoarsely into the shoulder of his suit coat. Her legs were going weak and she was sliding down the wall. Forcefully, he lifted her off the ground and her legs naturally encircled his waist. He banged into her harder and harder through their clothes. He sucked and kissed her throat, her chest, her lips leaving tiny red memoirs that she would savor the next morning as she remembered this moment.

Suddenly they heard the siren of an approaching police car and he reluctantly set her back down. Panting furiously, they both straightened their clothes and quickly departed the alley. He walked her back to the hotel and they stood outside, staring into each other’s eyes, waiting for the other to offer the invitation that neither was brave enough to offer. Finally, he kissed her as tenderly as he had at the restaurant and said good night.

The next morning she returned to Chicago. It would be another two months of telephone calls and emails before they would set eyes on each other again.

 

[StarXChyld]

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~just helpin' out a friend. . .::weg::

 

[StarXChyld]

Maybe I'll get lucky this time. . .

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[StarXChyld]

Why not?

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