Face to Face (Closed thread)

[dr_mabeuse]

OOC:
It's an old story now, almost a cliche: two people meet oin the internet, start talking, become friends, and in that strange internet atmosphere of anonymous intimacy a relationship develops. Secrets and desires are shared, fantasies discussed, and strangers come to know more about each other than they might know about those closest to them in real life.

Perhaps they've exchanged pictures, but it's quite likely that they've never seen each other or even heard one another's voicem but the temptation to meet face to face is very great. They know what each other wants. They think they can find what they want in the other. They know about one another, but they do not know one another.

This is a story about what happens when they meet.


IC: David Simon
He sat in the restaurant, just down the block from his hotel, nursing his coffee and watched the door. At eight o'clock atnight the dinner rush was over, and the place was fairly empty. It was a big, generic family style restaurant, open 24 hours a day, with big windows in front that gave a view off the unexceptional boulevard outside. The only thing special about it was that it was close to where he was staying and that they had a bar, which he thought might be useful if this meerting turned out to be more awkward than he expected. He expected it to be moderately awkward.

She was going to meet him here at eight, so he kept a watchful eye on the door and on the cars pulling in to park. He'd seen two pictures of her, but she looked so different in them that he still didn't have a good idea of what she would look like when she walked in. He knew the car she drove better than he knew her face, so he watched for a green 97 Camry.

He looked younger than his real age, but his hair and beard were sprinkled with gray. He wore black slacks, a grey turtleneck and a black jacket. It gave him a kind of thuggish look, but that was okay, because his face didn't look thuggish. His eyes were brown and somewhat sad, though now they had a lively gleam as he waited for her to arrive.

There was no denying that it was sex that was bringing them together. That's what they'd spent most of the time discussing on the net, trading fantasies, likes and dislikes. They seemed to fit. They wanted the same things, things they weren't able to get at home, things they felt they might be able to find with each other.

They had never expected the relationship to get to this point. Geography had kept them separated and protected from the reality of one another. But then business had brought him to her town. He'd be here for 3 or 4 days, and they both knew they'd have to meet. Just to talk if nothing else.

They both knew that they hoped there would be more than talk.

The waitress walked by with the coffee and looked at him, but he waved her away. He was waiting for someone.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Cecelia Galloway

Driving around the block once again, Cecelia has doubts.

What is it going to be like to see David? She has told him more than anyone about her desires and fantasies. Deep secrets no one knows. What will it feel like to confront the man that knows her so well and yet not at all?

Her hands grip the wheel as she makes another right turn. Chewing her bottom lip as she snaps off the radio abruptly. She pulls into a lot to think, glancing at her watch. 8PM. She's late.

She's not all that tall and has dressed to be forgettable, a dark dress, dark hose and low heels. Her dark hair is thick and curly and forever not bending to the will of fashion trends. Her eyes are light blue, a little startling, her coloring would suggest brown eyes.

With resolve she pulls out of the lot and drives around the block to the brightly lit restaurant. Locking her car she pulls her coat around her and belts it tightly. Taking a few deep breaths she looks into the windows of the restaurant and does not see anyone resembling David. Her hands shake as sexual thoughts assault her, all that she has told him… all that he has revealed to her.

Is it a mistake? Should she be here?

Pulling open the door she steps in, unconsciously biting her bottom lip. Looking around.

There – that has to be him. She considers turning and walking back out when his eyes meet hers. Does he recognize her? Her heart is hammering in her chest as she returns his gaze. Glued to the spot until approached by the cheery hostess, she shakes her head at her query and finally moves toward David Simon.

He stands as she approaches his eyes and the slow smile he gives her eases her tension and she smiles back, dimples appearing.

“David Simon, I presume.”

 

[dr_mabeuse]

David Simon

He saw the car arrive, he saw the woman get out. The woman. That's what she suddenly was. A woman, a human being. He didn't know why he should find this fact so astonishing. What else did he expect?

She saw him and smiled, just like a human being, and she walked to the table just like a human being. She wasn't hideous or deformed, none of the things he had feared. She was a nice looking woman.

"David Simon, I presume?" she asked with a smile, and he smiled back.

Her voice was different than what he'd expected. Or was it? What had he expected? He couldn't seem to remember now. Automatically he went to rise from his seat, a reflex of courtesy from another age, and she made a face. "Oh don't be silly." she said as she sat down at the table. "How are you?"

"Okay." he said. "Nervous as hell."

She nodded. "Me too."

They looked at each other, both of them grinning, apparently pleased with what they saw, somewhat amazed to finally meet the person behind the words.

"Are you hungry?" he asked her. "I haven't ordered yet."

"No, really." she said, lowering her eyes. "I haven't been able to eat all day. But you go ahead. I'll just have some tea."

He didn't like that, to be sitting here stuffing his face while she sipped tea, but he hadn't been able to eat since an early lunch and he was famished now. The waitress came and he just ordered a hamburger and a coke, tea for her.

He knew so much about her sex life, what she liked, what she didn't like, her fantasies. She liked a lot of foreplay. She liked having her breasts kissed. She would rather give oral than receive it. She had fantasies of making love to another woman while a man watched, and of being taken by two or three men. And yet all of this didn't tell him a thing about who she was really.

Yet the fact that they'd shared such intimate thoughts did give him a base to build from. He didn't have to be afraid of shocking or offending her, and they already knew general things about one another's likes and dislikes, their families and work. So it was not hard to talk with her.

And all the time he was getting used to her own way of talking and moving. Her rhythms, the little facial expressions and body language that we take for granted in people we already know, all had to be learned.

He didn't know she had dimples. He didn't know that her eyes would be so arresting. She had a little way of rasing her eyebrows when she dismissed something as unimportant taht he found charming. On the other hand, her sense of humor was so dry and subtle as to slip by him on occassion. He had to ask her if certain statements were jokes.

But for all that, he liked her. He really did, and he was much relieved.

His food came, and her tea, and he no longer felt bad about eating in front of her.

"Go ahead." she said. "I like to see a man eat."

A joke? He looked at her and she laughed. "No, really. I do."

They had talked about sex on the internet: told each other what they would do if only they could be togetherm had spelled out numerous passionate scenarios, and yet now the subject didn't even come up, and he didn't know how to broach it. They would have to go somewhere after the meal: either to his hotel room together, or she would go home alone

His food was gone, her tea was cold. The waitress brought the check, and there followed a brief battle: she wanted to pay because he was a guest in her city, and he wanted to pay because she hadn't even eaten anything, besides he was on expense account.

In the end he won. "Then I'll get breakfast." she said.

Breakfast? That sounded good, although it wasn't definite.

"Er...you know all that stuff we were talking about in our e-mails?" he asked. and he took some bills out of his wallet.

She nodded, and he saw that her eyes were sparkling. He knew what the answer would be, but he was still nervous.

"Is it still on?"

She waited just a second before nodding again. "It is for me." she said.

He smiled. "Me too. Good. Great!"

He stood up and helped her on with her coat, catching a faint whiff of a perfume he'd never smelled before. Just that smell and the feel of her body as she slipped her arms into the coat made him start to harden, She turned around and looked at him as if she already knew.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Cecelia

As they walked to his hotel they don't touch or hold hands, but the walk is charged with sexual energy. Cecelia and David don't hurry as if by unspoken agreement they want the excitement to build.

Walking through the doors to the elevator, she finally spoke, "I'm still very nervous, David.

"This is a big step for me."

"Me too, a huge one," he replies.

The elevator opens and they both step inside. David reaches around Cecelia to push the button to his floor and before the doors are completely closed they move in a choreographed fashion into each others arms. She is pushed back against the wall with David pressing into her, their mouths hungry, finally tasting each other after such a long e-journey.

Her rather large handbag thumps to the floor unnoticed as they kiss and press closer together, his arousal quite evident between them.

When the elevator pings its arrival to his floor, he finally backs away. Both breathing hard and staring at each other for such a long moment the elevator doors start to close.

David reaches for the button to keep the doors open as Celecia grabs her purse from the floor and they smile as they step through the doors lurching open again.

He has her arm now and leads her quite quickly to his door.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

He fumbled with the key card for a moment, the opened the door and let her in. He flicked the light son and she strolled in, apprasing the room in a typically female way: was it clean ? private? Were the drapes tacky?

It was one of the best hotels in town, but suddenly it looked somehow cheap to him, and he sitched off the overhead light and turned on a bedside lamp, which gave a more intimate, mellower light. He took off his coat and threw it on a chair, and she took hers off and laid it on top of his. She put her purse down.

"This is kind of awkward." he said.

She smiled. "Aren't I what you expected?"

"Oh no, it's not that." he said. "In fact, you're much better than what I expected. I mean... Well, you know what I mean. It's just kind of awkward. Aren't you scared?"

"Scared?" she asked. "No. Maybe 'nervous' is a better word."

"Yeah. Okay. Nervous." he said. She seemed much calmer than he was. Women were like that. They could think through a situation and know how they would feel. They could manipulate emotions in their heads the way men manipulated facts and figures.

For his part, he'd thought over this meeting many, many times, but none of his thoughts had ever included this awkwardness.

She seemed to know this though. Maybe she'd already thought this part out too.

"You remember what you said in that e-mail? That if you just got to kiss me once, it would still be worth our meeting?"

He nodded. He'd said a lot in e-mails.

"Well why don't we start there?"

It took him a second to understand, and then it just seemed so obvious. He went to her and put his hands on her shoulders, and she raised hers to his chest. He bent down and kissed her, smelling her perfume, feeling the softness of her lips. It was just a touch of mouth to mouth, but it was a start, and everything else melted from his mind.

He backed off and looked at her. Her eyes were closed, her lips still open in expectation. As far as he could tell, she had no reservations; she only wanted to be kissed again.

Hew pressed his lips to her again, harder this time, and her mouth opened to him. he felt her hands tighten against his chest, gripping his shirt, and he slid his hands around her back, pressing her to him, feeling her breasts crush against him. His lips slid over hers while her tongue teased him and begged for more, and he felt the breath from her nostrils hot on his cheek. He couldn't remember a more erotic kiss, one that he felt in his balls and even down to his toes, and the way her body just melted against his made him moan with excitement.

H epuit his arm around her shoulders and cupped her face in his hand, holding her head so that he could lick and bite softly at her lips. Her breath caught in her throat and she shivered in his arms.

Suddenly he had no doubts, none whatsoever. He dropped his hand from her face and ran it over her breast, feeling the softness of her flesh. His cock ballooned into painful hardness and he pushed it against her thigh to show her what she was doing to him, and his other hand slid down to grab her ass and pull her tight.

He could feel her lips form into a smile as she felt his cock push against her, and she pulled her head back to smile at him, her eyes twinkling.

"Now that's the David I know." she said.

He laughed. "Let's go to bed."

 

[Annabelllee2003]

With that simple statement - they move away from each other and begin to shed clothing... The heat of his erection on her thigh and her response to him - makes them both fumble a bit.

A little awkwardness, then looking at each other. Standing naked. The awkward smiles fade as they move toward the other and their naked bodies touch for real.

For a long drawn out moment they stand together, gauging and feeling, feeling the 'fit' of each other. New territory. Both reconciling the fantasy with the reality.

The softness of her breasts against his chest. The hardness of his arousal against her. The scent of each other.

Mutual exploration with their hands. For the longest moment.

Then as if part of a master plan, their lips meet. Such a different kiss than before. A soft starting kiss. Then mouths opening, tongues seeking, hands gripping, nails dragged across skin. If the first kiss was erotic - this is a new height of eroticism. How they have moved toward this meeting, this moment. This naked reality.

Dizziness, desire, lust, fantasy. Everything inevitable, irrevocable and predestined to this meeting and time. The onslaught of emotion is incredible and leaves them breathless.

With abandonment, the cover is torn from the large bed. Cecelia and David meet again at its center. Joined lips to legs, straining against each other. His hand probes between their bodies, his mouth leaves hers to move down her throat to her breasts. Her nipples are so hard. He hears her moan and then feels the wetness of her - her legs part for his hand and she pushes against him.

Her clit is hard - so hard he marvels. His cock jerks in response to her wet slit. With a groan and quick move and thrust he's in her.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

She gasps at his sudden entrance, then lets her breath out in a sigh of desire satisfied. He is in her now, and they are as close and intimate as two people can be. He is hard and aching, and she offers him perfect comfort. She is so snug that they can both feel every move the other makes, every breath, every twitch of excitement.

He looks between them to where his body merges with hers, then draws his eyes up until he's looking right into hers, seeing her look of conpiratorial triumph. They've done it. All the months of e-mailing and writing, confessing and imagining, have all come down to this. Seeing her beneath him, feeling her body around him, he feels more alive than he has in years. He feels excited and powerful in a way that he'd almost forgotten; he feels strong and vital, and it just feels so damned good to fuck someone again.

He pulls out of her slightly and sinks back into her, the pure pleasure of flesh on flesh making him gasp, and he can telkl from the way she breaths and the look on her face that she feels it too.

"It's good, isn't it?" he asks her.

She has her eyes closed, her hands gripping his shoulders. "Oh God!" she exclaims. "You don't know how good it is! It's been so long!"

He begins to fuck her, moving his hips up and down, holding himself over her body on his extended arms. She opens her legs, runs her hands down his chest, then up. She's rapidly losing her composure, a look of pure animal lust showing on her face, then being replaced by a weak smile of embarrassment of her own loss of control.

He loves that look of wild, feral need, and he begins to fuck her harder, wanting to bring out the animal in her. He's always dreamed of finding a woman who loves sex as much as he does, who isn't ashamed to surrender to her desire, to show her passion instead of trying to repress it for the sake of propriety, and Cecelia doesn't let him down.

Her excitemenet feeds his own, and he dips his head to lick and suck at her breasts, which makes her squeal with naked pleasure. Her hips have found a counter rhythm to his own, and she reaches up for him eagerly, her nails raking down his back and sides.

He knows that she likes vocal lovers. She's told him she loves it when a man telels her how good she feels and how much he wants her, and it's something he's always wanted to do himself but been unable to by his wife's own prissy ways. But now he lets it out. He can't help himself.

"Oh Christ you're good, Cecilia! I love fucking you, you drive me wild, baby! Do you like my cock? Do you like feeling it inside you? Do you like the way I'm fucking you? You know you do. You love it. You love feeling my cock inside you!"

She shudders visibly at his words but is unable to respond. She is too busy humping back at him, too busy feeling what he is doing to her as his hands roam all over her, squeezing, caressing, urging her on.

He tried to hold back. He wants it to last; he wanats to make her come too, but it's more than he can stand.

"Baby, baby I can't wait." he murmurs into her ear. "I've got to come, baby! I've got to come!"

She shoves her trembling body up against him "Oh yes, David! Come in me! Do it! I want you to! Do it!"

He gasps, pounding into her, holdingher buttocks in his hands to pull her tight, and she can feel his muscles tighten, his whole body go rigid as he drives deep into her, and when he cries out in release she does too, knowing he is spilling himself into her, pouring out his soul into her, throbbing inside in glorious orgasm.

He kisses her hard and she tangles her fingers in his hair, pulling his face to hers as she feels him pulsing in her below in his ecstasy and she takes all he has to give.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

It seems he empties his seed into her forever. As he pulses and releases, grinding into her she quickens over the edge arcing up against him as she is rocked hard, moaning into his mouth as her pussy contracts to drain yet more out of him. The squeezing of her muscles in her climax against his cock are astounding to him, urging him to apply more pressure down. As with his orgasm, hers is a small eternity. She's lightheaded and dizzy with the fierceness of it.

Finally all that's left are the after-spasms. The little shudders that linger. His full weight is on her, his breath against her ear. She finally loosens her legs from around him.

David props himself up, still inside her and their eyes meet. For a long moment there isn't anything to say. Their bodies have met the communications need...

They smile at each other and their lips meet, softly, gently. Each now silently thanking the other for the pleasure the REALITY.

When this kiss ends, he rolls off her, bringing her body against his.

"That was something else," she murmurs.

"That was something of an understatement," he teases as he pulls her tighter against him. He feels her nod.

She can feel his seed oozing from her and closes her eyes, relishing the feeling, all of her senses alive. She savors the scent of lovemaking that blankets the room. The light sheen of perspiration that coats her body and his. She shifts and nuzzles into his neck to lick a bit of sweat up to his ear where she nips his lobe playfully.

"I'm hungry now," she tells him as her stomach finally decides that over a day is too long to go without food and makes a gurgling sound. She starts to giggle when he does at the sound of her stomach.

"Why Cecelia - that's what room service is for..." he says in a vaguely pompous voice that leaves her rocking with laughter.

Propping herself up now, she reaches for one of the chocolate mints on the nightstand... sliding over his body to reach it. Sliding back she holds the mint in her hand... softening the chocolate. When she pulls back the foil it's nicely melted.

He watches her and loves the play of her body against him. When she dips a finger into the melted mint and spreads it on his lips, he smiles. Sliding over him again she replaces the half melted mint on the stand but doesn't slide back. She stays atop him and begins to suck, nibble and lick the melted confection from his lips.

His response is to hold still and let her lick and kiss until most of the mint is gone then he has no option but to pull her down with a moan and kiss her back. Kiss her until they are breathless. Then her stomach rumbles again and the kiss becomes playful. Then they laugh and David reaches for the phone.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

He picks up the phone and asks for room service. Cecilia gets up and skips to the bathroom, her modesty back in full force.

"What do you want?" he calls out to her.

"Whatever you're having."

He orders two club sandwiches, which he always associates in his mind with room service and frilly toothpicks. He orders soft drinks and french fries. He orders a pot of coffee. He thinks about them getting hungry later on, so he orders some sandwiches. He orders some ice cream.

Cecilia comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her and looks at him wide-eyed. "Are you expecting company?" she asks him, "Who's going to eat all that?"

He hangs up the phone and puts his arms around her waist. "I don't want us to get weak."

"Weak?" she asks with a laugh. "How long are we staying here?"

He pulls her down onto the bed on top of him. "How long have you got?"

Cecilia turns serious, tracing her finger over his lips. "Two days, maybe three."

"What did you tell him?"

"I'm at a convention." she says. "I've got to call the kids later."

"Yeah me too."

They're quiet for a moment, each thinking about their family.

"Do you feel guilty?" he asks her.

She moves her hand to his chest, tracing through the dark hair there. "Do you?"

"No." he says. "No I don't. I guess it's pretty lousy, but I don't."

He doesn't like the way his words sound. "I don't know." he says. "You see that door?" he asks gesturing to the door of their room. "I just think of this as a special place. Like it's enchanted; The Enchanted Hotel Room," he laughs. "It doesn't exist in the real world. There's no outside; just us in here together. That's all."

She lies her head on his chest and puts her fingers over his lips. His words are snough for her.

He rolls over so that he's leaning over her and looks down into her eyes, which are clear and calm after her orgasm.

"I need this." he says. "You make me feel alive. You make me feel like a man again. It's a feeling I haven't had in a very long time."

He kisses her tenderly, but she feels the need in his kiss and she opens her mouth to him. To feel of his tongue on her lips is wildly exciting; everything he does is wildly exciting. She feels her own desire rising again, just as she feels him start to harden against her leg.

He kisses his way down her cheek, across her throat and down her chest to her breast, where he lavishes kisses and licks on her, gently pulling at her nipples with his lips. She feels the blood rush to her head and the hunger come back to her pussy and she drops her head back onto the bed, letting him do what he wants to her.

She wonders how much time they have. She had thought they would be more organized in their love making. She had brought some sexy things to wear for him, some toys they could play with, but now the idea of waiting seemed impossible. She was already burning up for him and he was kissing her and caressing her as if possessed.

He comes back to her to find her mouth open and waiting for him, her tongue ready. He urges her legs apart and she can't refuse.

Just then there's a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" he asks, but they boith know.

"Room Service."

She gives him a wry pout, her eyes twinkling all the same. "Wait!" she whispers, and when he gets up she runs to the bathroom.

He laughs, slips on his pants and opens the door.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

As she stands against the bathroom door waiting for room service to do their thing Cecelia happens to catch her reflection in the mirror.

This isn't her. Where are the worry lines? The drawn look. What she sees now is a woman with a glow, happy and smiling.

No doubt does feel guilty. And will feel more guilt.

But it's so good to be thought of as a sexual woman.

Not a mommy, not a wife, not a career woman. So long had her marriage been ... if not cold, then, horribly boring. She'd tried many things to bring spice into their lives...

She smiles at the thought of David. Spicy David. Lusty David. She is still in awe at the feelings he brings out in her, hidden longings, hidden fears. She been talking to him for months and the reality is more than she had ever hoped for.

When the outer door closes, she sneaks a peek out the door to be sure and David is there, his back to her, arranging the table. She loves the way he looks doing that. At ease.

Moving across the floor in a silent glide she wraps her arms around him from the back and lets her hands glide through the hair on his chest. He can feel her breasts press against his back and his movements slow, stop.

"Do you want to eat Cecelia, or do you want to get me started?" She can hear the smile in his voice.

"Eat."

"Then let's eat."

"MMM... looks like you are a bit hungry too," she remarks at the array of food spread out before them. Snagging a french fry - she holds it for him to eat. With a quick motion he takes the fry and startles her. With a giggle she sits and picks up a wedge of club sandwich.

David sits across from her and they do a decent job on the sandwiches. He pours the coffee, he knows she takes a sugar and cream. She smiles at his memory. Somehow she knows he remembers damn near every conversation they have had... Just as she does.

They talk.

When finished with lunch they both rise and put the extra sandwiches and soda in the fridge. Ice cream left... It seems they both have the same thought.

While David peels off his pants, Cecelia picks up the ice cream and they move to the bed. Smiling, she hands David his bowl. Moving to the headboard to lean on it as they eat, they seem lost in thought.

She smiles when she realizes that somewhere along the way she has lost some of her modesty. David sees the smile and asks why she's smiling.

Shaking her head she just leans to kiss him. His lips are cool and taste of the ice cream. She licks his lips again and teases him. Pulling back and smiling she asks if he would like to taste hers as she take a bite.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

She feeds him a spoonful of her ice cream and he lets it melt in his mouth, then he dips down and takes her nipple between his cold lips, making her squeal and pull away as he laughs.

"Here," he says, sitting up. He makes her recline against the headboard, takes her dish of ice cream away from her and puts it on the night stand. He takes a bit of his vanilla ice cream in his fingers and holds it over her breasts so that the ice cream melts and falls of her.

"We'll play S&M." he says as the drops fall. "It's supposed to be hot waxm but this is my own version."

Once the ice cream is melted he puts his fingers to her mouth and she slowly licks them clean, letting him watch as he her tongue swabs over his hand. Then he returns the favor, licking the drops from her breasts, and licking more than is necessary, but she doesn't stop him. As he licks her breasts she can see his cock growing, and it excites her to know that it's for her. She closes her eyes so that nothing will distract her from the feel of his mouth on her skin.

His cleaning her has turned into something else now. His breathing has become deep and urgent. He pulles sher close and throws one leg over hers so that she can feel his hardness against her thigh, and begin to knead and massage her breasts as he holds them to his mouth, groaning softly in his throat. His growing exictement infects Celilia and she lazily caresses his head with her hand, running her fingers through his hair.

He looks up at her and smiles, and takes the spoon from his ice cream. "Open your mouth a little." he says, then he spoons abit of the melted icecream on her lower lip.

"Don't lick it up." he says. "Let it drip down your lip. Pretend it's my come."

She smiles as she feels the cool ice cream ooze down her chin, picturing how obscene she must look, as if it were his semen. She's about to tell him that she wants to do that for him for real but he's apparently overwhelmed with sudden desire because suddenly he's kissing her passionately, licking her face and sucking her tongue into his mouth.

"David," she says, turning her face to gasp fro breath. "Let me do that. Let me use my mouth..."

"Later," he says. "I want you too much now. I want all of you. We can do that later."

His answer surprises her but his passion is obvious. He puts his arm around her hips and pulls her entire body down onto the bed, making her laugh with surprise at his strength. But despite her laugh, his desire for her excites her too, and when his mouth comes down on hers and he kisses her savagely she is ready for him and only too eager to surrender to the animal need he brings out in her.

It feels so good to just give in to her passions and let them take over, to not worry about what's right and what he might think of her; to not have to think at all. His body is hard and strong and demanding and the way he is almost beside himself with need just intoxicates her and makes her want to cry out with joy.

"You gorgeous bitch!" he snarls at her. "I want to fuck you all night long! You don't know how long I've waited for this, how long I've wanted to feel like this! You make me want to explode, you know that?"

He grabs her wrists and pins them to the bed as he moves between her legs. She feels ripe and swollen with desire, shamelessly slutty. She knows he is devouring her with his eyes, savoring the moment, and it thrills her to be looked at like that. She cocks her hips up at him and feels the hard velvet head of his cock slide along her pussy.

He lowers his head and circles her lips with his tongue, giving her chills. "I'm going to go slow, Cecilia. I'm going to go slow so you can feel every fucking inch of me, everything I do. Okay? Is that what you want?"

She can hardly speak. "Yes." she says. "Yes. Slow."

His lips are at her throat, his teeth nipping her as he holds her wrists down and presses his cock into her, sliding slowly into her sheath. She can't help herself and has to thrust her hips up to him to take him all, deep inside. He feels so delicious; so hard, so impatient, and he holds himself rigid while she fucks herself with his cock, circling her hips, making him move inside her, taking her pleasure of him.

With a deep groan he sinks his weight upon her, pushing into the mattress and crushing her breasts against his chest.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

“Slow…” David reiterates when he has her pinned and she can no longer move her hips.

“OHHHHH,” She wails in frustration as he stops her movement. She wants nothing more that to keep fucking and using his cock.

“You feel this?” he whispers into her ear as he grinds down against her pelvis. “Feel my cock in you? Feel how hard it is? Do you feel how hot it is for you? Do you feel it straining, wanting to fuck you?”

“Yes, yes,” Cecelia gasps.

Tightening his grip on her wrists he relaxes his hips and then grinds down on her again, flexing his cock inside her. All she can do is wrap her legs around him and use her vaginal muscles to squeeze him. He feels her tighten and groans with it and keeps grinding and easing against her.

“Tell me dammit,” he growls in her ear. “Tell me what you want.”

Cecelia nearly whimpers her reply, “Fuck me David, fuck me now… FUCK ME NOW!”

The prim, prissy Cecelia, so docile in bed as a rule with her husband… begging to be fucked. He can’t help a lustful smile against her ear as he hears her. One of his desires? By the end of their days together, she’ll be talking like a slut to him in bed.

“I’ll fuck you baby, I’ll fuck you. Your job is to lie there and be fucked. I’ll fuck that cunt that’s begging for it until you scream with it.”

With those words, Cecelia moans loudly and her pussy spasms convulsively around his cock. David starts to move. Out slow. In slow. And she can feel every inch and ridge of his cock as slides almost out of her pussy to slowly enter her hot wet again. With every repetition of this movement he grinds down on her, exciting her clit. After fucking her earlier, he knows he can last for a long time now. Her inner walls are so swollen, the fit of them together now is tighter than before.

Cecelia is nearly mindless with the teasing fucking he’s giving her. Building up and building up. Her clit feels like a raw nerve and when he grinds against it, she shudders and moans. He continues his slow steady movement while she squeezes his cock, trying to urge him to move faster. He moves faster in increments until she is almost there and backs off, bringing her to the edge once, twice, three times. Her howl of frustration is loud and so wanton he feels his cock jerk with it. How he wants to ram in her. Fuck her like she’s never been fucked.

He feels potent, manly, and proud that he can inspire such lust in her. She makes him feel powerful. He’s needed that feeling. And she’s needed to feel like a woman again. Sexual, wanton, sexy.

Cecelia can’t take it any longer, “FUCK ME, DAMMIT. FUCK ME HARD DAVID. I NEED YOU!”

David releases her wrists and shifts until he is more on his knees and can hold her by her hips. He starts pumping into her quickly, finally willing to release them both. One of his hands leaves her long enough to take her and place it on her pussy, urging hers to rub her clit. Without any thought Cecelia does this, gasping at the feeling of him in her and her own hand. For David, looking down and seeing her rub herself while he fucks her is just about all he needs to start coming. He drags his gaze up to her face and sees her looking down between them. She’s biting her bottom lip so hard, he expects to see blood.

“Come on Baby, Come for me cause I’m gonna shoot you so full of me,” he grunts out as he fucks her harder, faster. He feels the build up in his balls, ready to blast his seed into her, “You’re going to come so hard and for so long my sexy bitch.”

Her hand is a blur on her clit and when she starts to cry out with her orgasm, he rams hard in her, beginning to shoot deep and his cries join with hers, ringing throughout the hotel room.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Watching her as she's whipped into a frenzy of mindless lust, desperately seeking orgasmic release with her own hand is just too erotic for him. It sends shocks of raw energy through from his brain to his balls and back up his spine to his mind again. He tries to hold out as long as he can, to hold onto that edge, not wanting it to end, and he wnts to hear her cxfry of ecstasy before he explodes in her, but he can't. She's squeezing him and trembling and her hand is vibrating at her clit making her whole pussy vibrate around him and he sobs because he just can't stop in anymore and then she screams and her body goes rigid and he bursts inside her with a massive outpoiuring of his seed.

"Oh FUCK!!" He cries out, shoving deep into her and hearing her voice rise into a breathless falsetto as his semen splashes into her in blinding waves of ecstasy, making him tremble and quake from head to toe in great, wrenching, whole-body spasms of hot liquid release, coming again and again.

Both of them are gasping, hardly breathing, locked together, their bodies rigid, as all his fristration and anguish pour into her in primordial exchange.

"Oh God! Oh God!" he moans, holding himself over her, gasping for breath, his arms trembling. She grimaces as echoes of her orgams cintinue to ripple through hjer like the reverberations of a great gong, and he can feel the sweet fading spasms of her walls around his deflating cock.

He knows he should tell her how good she was, how great it was for him, but he's still stunned with pleasure, breathless with sexual bliss, and he knows how futile and hopeless any words would be at this point.

He realizes that he's still lying on top of her, so he rolls off to allow her to breath, his exhausted cock slipping easily from her. They're both covered with sweat, her hair plastered to her face.

All that matters now is to hold her, to get as close to her as he possibly can, for she's a part of him now, and he's a part of her, and he holds her close, her heart beating against his and both racing with the excitement they've induced in each other. he kisses her face, her throat, her breasts. He blows softly on her chest to cool the perspiration, and she smiles.

She opens her eyes to look at him and he can see it all there in her eyes: the peace, the happiness, pride, fulfillment, even awe, and the look moves him deeply. He squeezes her tight, not knowing any other way to express what he feels for her now.

She licks her lips and looks as if she's about to speak, but he stops her by laying his fingers against her lips. He rises up on one arm and kisses her, playing in her mouth, trying to tell her what he feels, licking her lips, seeking out her tongue, breathing her air.

Finally he breaks away, smiling and she looks at him, studying his face.

"What's so funny?" she asks in a voice he's not heard before: calm, sweet, meant only for him; only for her lover. Just as her face now was a face only her lover would ever see: calm, open, lovely and deeply content.

She grows a little embarrassed as he continues to look at her "What?" she asks him.

"You're fucking beautiful." he says softly. "You're just radiant."

Now she blushes and hides her face in his chest.

He laughs outright and kisses her. "Guess what?" he asks her. "I want you again!"



As soon as he can breath he begins to kiss her

 

[Annabelllee2003]

David may indeed want her again, just as Cecelia wants him, but they have exhausted each other for the moment. The kiss softens until their lips no longer touch. He reaches up lazily and snaps off the light. She stays in his embrace and they drift off to sleep. The wonderful sleep of fulfillment and contentment only possible after such intense sexual pleasure.

An hour, two. Deep relaxing, refreshing sleep. Then it seems a nagging thought intrudes even as they sleep. Both start to stir and when they realize it wasn’t all a dream they smile. Not wanting to break the spell of enchantment, but obligations to others make her speak.

“I have to call home, David.” He nods.

“Me too.”

With mutual understanding, David gets up and goes into the bathroom and shuts the door. Cecelia rolls over to the phone and smiles when she hears the shower start. She’d like to join him but… She glances at the clock and punches in her number, speaking to her children first, then her husband. She pushes down her guilt and strives to talk normally of her life outside this enchanted room. When she rings off, she sits at the side of the bed, lost in thought. The guilt she feels isn’t as much as she thinks she should feel. Strange, but true.

Too late, she realizes she should have used her cell phone. Oh well. At least they didn't have caller id.

“I’ve left the water running for you darling.” David startles her a bit and she turns to see him drying off, in silhouette by the bathroom light. The room has grown quite dark. She takes a moment to watch him. Smiling in the semi-darkness. He sees her smile and moves around the bed until he stands before her, holding his towel. She leans toward him and for a moment she rests her head on his stomach, then backs up to rise.

“David, can you do me a favor?” she asks.

“Anything.”

“When you are done with your call could you get my suitcase from the car?” She crosses to her purse and digs out the keys. “I’m a little nervous with it being dark, and maybe you could just park it in the underground. I shouldn’t leave it parked on the street anyway, since I am supposed to be away.”

He nods his assent and takes the keys from her. For a long moment they look at each other in the gloomy light. Time to fix things for no worries. With a soft kiss he turns her to the bathroom and shoos her inside.

Switching on the bedside light, he dresses and after his call home and retrieving her car and suitcase, he stops by the desk to place an additional order with room service. Smiling as he hits the button to their floor, he wonders and marvels at what they have shared so far. It seems she is the perfect sexual match for him. Her passion as high as his. Both so long denied. The three days they agreed to get away together seemed enough time… at the time. Now he wonders if he will ever have enough time with her. How can they cram it all in three days? Well, two and a half days now…

Meanwhile Cecelia moves in the bathroom, and showers, lathers, rinses, shampoos, conditions, all with the little packets the hotel supplied. She starts to get out when finished but reconsiders and reaches to plug the tub. Turning the water from the shower to the faucet she pulls out the curtain. A nice soak in a Jacuzzi is just the thing. Her body feels slightly achy. Things really did get quite intense. When the water covers the jets she sinks in and flips the switch. Dunking under the water and back up. It feels so good. The soft water caressing her, the jets just hard enough to relax. Sitting up to shut off the faucet. She sinks back, her hands idly moving across her body. She can’t remember when she has responded so quickly or with such passion. Her pussy feels achy, swollen and her breasts feel so tender.

Starting at the knock on the bathroom door she sits up.

“I’ve got your suitcase Cecelia,” David calls through the door.

“Okay, be right out.”

Turning off the jets and letting the water out of the tub she towels off. She opens the door and sees her suitcase on the bed and David sitting at the table.

“Thank you, David.” She smiles as she moves around the bed to her suitcase to retrieve her toiletry bag and with a grin, she stealthily snags some of the sexier items she brought. Back in the bathroom with the door closed, she dabs a bit of perfume on, runs her fingers through her curly hair, deciding to let the air finish drying it.

Stepping into the silk teddy, she wraps herself in the matching robe and joins David at the table. Will he like her outfit? She shopped for it especially for him.

“Everything okay at home?” she asks. At his nod she replies, “For me too.”

Sitting across the table from him, she can’t read his face.

“David?” she asks, “What are you thinking about?”

Before he can answer there is a knock at the door. At the door David pauses to ask who it is and opens the door for the waiter to enter.

A bottle of champagne, two glasses, and with a hefty tip the waiter is out the door.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

The look she gives him is supposed to be disapproving: she doesn't want him spending so much money. But he is obviously feeling very pleased with himself for having ordered the champagne, and it is a lovely gesture, so she can't really be angry.

He's so busy with opening the bottle that he doesn't notice her gown until the cork pops into the napkin. He pours two glasses and hands her one.

"To us." he says.

"To us."

It's a bittersweet toast, he realizes, ambiguous at best. What chance do they really have? He puts the thoughts out of his mind. Nothing exists outside that door, he tells himself, and he turns to more interesting matters.

"What's that you're wearing?" he asks.

Ceclilia teases him, making a big show of innocence. "What? This old thing? Oh, nothing."

He sits down on the bed next to her. he can smell her bath on her, her freshness, and the intoxicating scent of her perfume, and he can see her skin glowing through the opening of her robe.

She lifts her eyes to his. Her eyes are deep, liquid, and in them he sees desire and deep happiness, and such hoinesty that he feels a wrenching pang of longing deep in his gut. And to his consternation he feels his cock begin to harden again.

For God's sake! he thinks to himself, Is that all I know how to do is fuck? Surely there must be some other responce to what she makes him feel than just screwing her all the time, isn't there?

Maybe not. Their lips come togteher in a tender and appreciative kiss, and linger there as the bubbles rise and burst in their glasses.

"How are you feeling?" hew asks her.

"Wonderful." she says.

"Not sore?"

She laughs. "Would I tell you if I were? And anyhow, not that sore."

He kisses her again, this time more deeply. Her lips feel so good to him. He loves the way they yield to his kiss, and then the way she kisses him back, the way her tongue seks him out. She makes him dizzy, and suddenly he's overwhelmed with need for her again.

"Cecilia..." he says.

"What?"

He shakes his head. He doesn't know what he was going to say. He has no words to tell her. His cock is hard, his heart is overflowing. This room, this plain, cookie-cutter hotel room, has become such a special place because of her being here. The bed has become magical, fraught with meaning. The bathroom, where she's just prepared herself for love, for his touch and his pleasure: the door, the lock on the door; the view from the window, everything had become magical.

He takes her glass from her fingers and puts it on the nightstand, and his next to it.

"Come here." he says, shutting off the lights and leaving the room in darkness.

She looks at him quizzically as he takes her hand and leads her to the window.

"What?"

He places her in front of him so that she's looking out the window at the city below, the lights, the night sky.

"Nothing." he says, standing behidn her and puttinghis arms around her shoulders. "It's just that whenever I thought of us being together, this is what I always thought if. This was the picture that came to mind. You looking out the window, me standing behind you with my arms around you, kissing your neck, feeling you against me."

She smiles as he brushes her hair out of the way and plants his lips softly on the back of her neck. She closes her eyes with a little sigh of pleasure as his lips trail across the back of her neck to her shoulder and kiss their way back. The feel of his warm lips on her neck make her weak and she leans back against him, a chill going through her.

"You are so beautiful, Cecilia." he murmurs. "I just want you so much. I feel like such a pig."

She smiles as much as she is able. His hands slside down to the belt on her robe and he opens it, letting the gown fall open. He reaches up and takes her breasts in his hands, feeling the satin of the teddy, the softness of her flesh.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Leaning back against David, she brings her hands up to his on her breasts.

“No, David, never that. I want you too,” she whispers as she shivers with anticipation.

“I’ve dreamed so many times of what it would be like when, if we meet. I never thought it would be like this, I mean,” she hesitates trying to find the right words before continuing, “I hoped it would be, I fantasized how good it would be but... usually life just doesn’t come out that way.”

Dropping her hands from his she moves them back behind her to grasp his hips, it has the effect of pressing her breasts more firmly into his hands as she holds him to her. She feels him hard and throbbing against her as his hands move slowly over her breasts, the silken slide of her gown and his hands against her nipples causing another delicious shiver.

“And David,” she breathes, “It’s so much better than I dreamed. I wouldn’t have dared dream it would be this good.”

“I know,” his words so softly spoken against her ear, make her moan.

She turns in his embrace and reaches up to his face caressing him, sliding against him to bring her lips to his. Her mouth is soft as she kisses him, just brushing his lips with hers. She opens her mouth to lick his lips, outline the contour of his mouth between his beard and mustache. With a louder moan she takes his bottom lip between her teeth and nips him gently, then sucking lightly, feeling and hearing his sharp intake of breath. David slides the robe from her arms, a silken caress, and moves his hands to her ass pulling her closer, letting her feel his need.

His mouth opens and their tongues meet, the kiss that started so softly becoming wild. Her arms steal around him, holding him tight as she moves against him, then moving around to his shirt, to unbutton it, caress his chest. His hands knead her ass and she moves lower to unbutton and unzip his trousers, needing to feel his erection in her hands. His trousers drop to the floor. He groans in her mouth and she feels his cock jerk with her touch.

She wants to taste him. At that moment in time it becomes the most important thing to her. Dragging her mouth from his she kisses down his throat, his chest, one hand moving from his cock dragging her nails up his belly to his chest to tease a nipple. She kisses down his belly sinking to her knees before him. He is so hot and hard in her hand.

He tries to bring her back up and she resists with a shake of her head as she looks up at him, “I have to taste you David, I have to feel you in my mouth.”

Groaning loudly he accedes to her desire twisting his fingers in her still damp curls. She dips down to lick his balls, a hand dragging down to take his cock the other moving around to hold his ass. Licking and sucking his sack, she slowly strokes his cock.

“FUCK,” he grunts as he looks down at her.

She licks up his shaft not touching the head of his cock. She moves slowly, taking time to discover every ridge, bump and vein of his cock with her mouth and tongue. Sucking and kissing up his cock she looks up at him before taking the head of him in her mouth and sucking hard. His hips buck at the suddenness of her movement, driving him deeper in her mouth. She pulls back a bit and would smile except her mouth is engaged. Tonguing around his head, then tonguing his little hole, sucking gently then hard she caresses his balls, her nails dragging across their surface.

He doesn’t ever remember a time when he’s felt like this. It takes every ounce of his will not to grab her head and fuck wildly into her hot mouth. The feelings from her lips, tongue, nails and hands are excruciating and a blissful torment. He wants it to go on and on, this torment, as much as he wants to fuck her mouth until he shoots in her, on her, covering her with his seed, his need.

“Christ, Cecelia, your fucking mouth. SUCK me,” his plea rings out in the room and she does just that. Sucks him deep in her mouth, her lips stretching around his cock. He watches as her cheeks become hollow with her sucking and he wants that picture to last in his memory. She moves back and forth on his cock sucking harder and letting him go deeper in her mouth until he feels the back of her throat.

With a cry his hands start moving her head, fucking her mouth, her sweet mouth. Her hand leaves his balls to join her other hand on his ass, her nails digging into him, urging him forward, wanting him to use her mouth, wanting to please him, needing him.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

He's standing in front of her, hia cock in her mouth. His knees are slightly bent, he's holding her head to his loins, and he's fucking her mouth deeply, trying to control himself, trying hard not to surrender to the mindless animal lust that burns in him, that urges him to go faster, harder, deeper. But God! What she is doing to him feels so good!

Cecilia can feel the power and strength in his thrusts, and each time he pushes forward she can feel the hard muscles bunch in his ass. She can feel his need for relief, she can hear his shuddering moans as he urges her on. He was not going to do this; it seemed like the height of selfishness, but it's obvious that she wants this, and once his mind's made up, he's deperate to give her what she wants.

She knews they make a lewed sight: his pants around his ankles, legs spread, hips thrust forward and hunching into her face while she kneels before him, her silky gown fallen off her smooth shoulders, her breasts swaying, strands of her hair fallen in her face.

It's the sight of her like that that finally is too much for him, her eagerness, her desire.

"Oh God, baby! Do you want it? I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come! Just a little more, baby! A little more!"

Cecilia looks up at him deliriously. Yes, she wants it: she wants to taste him in her mouth; she wants him to use her for his own pleasure. She wants him to come. She doesn't care about his roughness, about the saliva running from the corners of her mouth, about her bruisewd lips and aching jaw.

"Oh God! Fuck!" he cries out, throwing his head back. He shudders at that point where her touch is almost excruciatingly painful: too much for his strained nerves to bear, then he looks down at her, his eyes wide and he watches her as he feels her draw the semen from his very balls, feels it rush up in a blinding rage of ecstasy and bursts into her mouth.

Cecilia whines with uncontrollable excitement as she feels him jerk in her mouth and feels the first bolt of his hot seed on her tongue. She grabs his cock and pulls her mouth off him, wanting him to see as his next shot lashes across her face and lips, making her smile with pride and satisfaction. She masturbates him fast, pumping out shot after shot, amazed that he still has so much, taking it on her face, intentionally decorating herself with it, making her look as wanton as she feels.

"Oh Christ!" he moans as his spasms start to subside. Cecilia sucks his cock back into her mouth to suck out the last dropsm but he is so sensitive now it is almost painful, and he picks her up, pulling her off his cock, then he falls back on the bed with her, holding her tight in his arms, shaking and gasping for breath.

"I never... I don't... I mean, " he's trying to talk but he's still too out of breath. She cuddles into his chest, feeling his semen already tightening on her skin. "I usually don't come from that." he says. "I mean, it's hard for me. Usually it takes forever. But that... Whew!"

She smiles to herself. She knows too that it was special. She'd wanted him to come in her mouth so much; it had been a real act of love, and Cecilia knows that that's what made the difference.

She gets up and goes to the bathroom and looks at herself in the mirror. She's licked his semen off her lips, but it's still all over her face, her cheek, her chin. She wishes she could take a picture of herself like this. She scrapes some off and rubs it between her fingers. It's so strange to think of what it is, of all the things it means, not just biologically, but emotionally too. Then she uses a tissue to wipe it off her face. She washes her face with warm water and dries herself.

"I owe you." he says when she comes back into the room.

"Don't be silly." she says. "We're not keeping score."

"Still, I owe you." he says. "What do you want?"

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Cecelia stretches out on the bed beside him, head propped up on her hand and thinks about it.

Just what does she want?

“David,” finally speaking her voice is low and hesitant, “The few days we have is like stealing time. For me, I longed for this time. I need this time. There’s a lot I want.

“But putting what I want into words, I… I don’t say them easily.”

Cecelia moves until she rests her head on his shoulder, her hand on his chest and her body touching down the length of his. He pulls her closer and remains silent, allowing her to think about it for a while. She wants to tell him so much. All the conversations they had. All the things that were so easy to write and fantasize about are stuck. Is it shyness? Is it guilt?

She hears his steady breathing and feels the rise and fall of his chest. This is part of what she wants. This closeness, the tranquility of the moment. Inside this room, there aren’t children or bills or dental appointments or deadlines or bosses. Reality is held in… abeyance.

She doesn’t know if they will ever meet again or even if they should meet again. So this time it’s for all time perhaps and she wants …more magic.

“I want as much as you can give me, David and as much as I can give you in our time.” Cecelia picks up his hand and presses his palm against her silk clad breast.

“I want the fantasy David. I want your mouth on me,” she moans as she slides his hand down her body and she shifts until she speaks in a husky whisper against his ear, “I want you to taste me, suck me, fuck me, play with me, tease me. I want you to intoxicate me. I want you burned into my memory.”

 

[dr_mabeuse]

The words coming from her mouth send chills down his spine; the deep, urgent longing behind them is real; he knows she would give him anything and everything he wanted. He can almost feel her desire and eagerness in her very flesh, and when he kisses her deep, his prick reaches out for her, tellinghim to take her now.

With great difficulty he pulls himself away from her and rolls off the bed. He stands up and goes to his suitcase and gets some things and holds them behind his back so she can't see what they are.

"Close your eyes." he sais to her.

"What are you doing?"

"Just close your eyes." he says again.

She closes her eyes and feels him kneel on the bed, then he slips a blindfold over her head; leather, from the smell of it.

"This is for you." he says. She had often talked about being blindfolded by a lover, about the delicious anticipation, not knowing what would happen next.

He takes her hand and ties a scarf around her wrist, then ties her wrist to the headboard. He does the same to the other wrist, then moves toher ankles, and as he ties her ankles to the foot of the bed he says, "And this is for me." Erotic restraint had long been one of his fantasies.

Cecilia doesn't fight or resist, and soon she is spread-eagled to the bed, very aware of her own vulnerability and defenselessness. She is still very aroused from taking him in her mouth, and her whole body feels extremely sensitive. Being exposed before him only increases her exquiisite sensitivity and she feels as if her skin is actually twitching, wondering where he will touch her first.

She hears him moving around the bed, and he reaches out to check that the bindings aren't too tight, his hands perhaps lingering a bit too long on her wrists and ankles.

The mattress sags under his weight and then he is kissing her mouth as he holds her face in his hand, ticvling her lips with his tongue. Instinctively she tries to put her arms around him but she can't of course; she's tied to the bed. She can feel his mouth smiling at her discomfort and helplessness as he kisses her.

His finger tips trail over her thigh, barely touching her skin, and she jerks reflexively. as his hand moves, up, up, slowly up the very top of the inside of her thigh, then tickles over her crotch as she holds her breath, waiting for him to touch her as she wanats to be touched, but it never comes.

Hsi slides his lips downw to her throat as his hands slide up over her silken lingerie and trace over her breasts, stroking them very softly. As he kisses her neck and her chest his fingers circle her nipples, which stiffen under his touch.

Cecilia begins to pull at her bonds, tensing her muscles in an attempt to ward off the ticklish sensations his feather light touch is causing her, and she hears him moan in pleasure as he watches her.

"Mmmm." he says softly. "I like that. I like seeing you move like that."

"David," she begs, "Don't tease!"

He kisses the tope of her breast and says, "I'll do whatever I want, my dear. I'm afarid you're in no position to give orders."

She feels his hot, moist breath on her nipple, coming through the fabric of her teddy, and then his lips clamp down on her, making her moan.

He leaves her again and she agains feels his weight leave the mattress, leaving her lying there trying to imagine what he is going to do next. She hears him go to his suitcase again and she imagines he is getting something else to torment her with.

It seems an unusually long time before he touches her again, and when she feels his teeth cloesly gently on her leg just above her knee she gasps in spite of herself and jerks in the bonds. Then she feels something hard against her pussy and a soft buzzing.: a vibrator. humming right between her legs, giving her the most delicious and shocking sensations as his tongue drags up her leg.

He finds the snaps on the crotch of the teddy and opens them. His mouth, warm and wet covers her pussy as he kisses her. The vibrator's still humming but it's not touching her now. Instead his tongue is pushiing her apart and dipping into her pussy, exploring her, tasting her. His hands slide under her ass and he lifts her up by her buttocks, holding her against his mouth as his tongue probes and licks, and his he moans greedily as he slurps up her nectar.

Cecilia arcxhes her back, trying to force her pussy against his mouth, her hands grabbing at the scarves and pulling. She lifts her behind off the bed and lewdly grinds her hips against his face, groaning with desire and frustration as he seems in no hurry, content to taste her and play with her sodden pussy.

He sense of dignity fights a losing battle with her heated desire, a struggle he watches on her face as she bites her lip and furrows her brow in concentration. The blindfold makes her acutely aware of his every touch, and forces her to use her own imagination to picture the look on his face as she suvccumbs to her own salacious pleasure.

Suddenly she feels him pressing the vibe at her hole and she stiffens as it slides inside her, not far, but filling her with with its strange hardness and wicked vibrations. He begins to slide it gently in and out of her in a lewd imitation of coitus as his lips embrace her clit and suck rhythmically, demanding that she surrender to what he is doing to her, trying to reduce her to a state of shameless animal sexuality. He wants her to lose the last traces of her dignity and show herself as nothing more than a sensation-crazed slut, eager for wahtever he wants her to do.

And she is horrified and excited to realize that he is succeeding; that she can feel her orgasm already building inside her and she stsrains her body to reach it, to bring this crashing pleasure down upon herself and give herself to him completely.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

As she starts to gather and tense for release, an eerie choppy moan starts deep in her chest. David hears it and slows the movement of his mouth and sucking. Cecelia is denied the relief her body is crying out for.

“SHIT, David,” her frustrated whine is loud in the room.

“Yes Baby,” he replies lifting his wet face from her entirely.

“Please let me come, DAVID, Please.”

His beard and mustache are soaked with her juice and his saliva, her scent filling his nostrils. Christ, he’d love to keep her scent on his face forever. He returns to her clit, blowing on it gently, as she bucks her hips with the sensation, then he captures her bud again and sucks. The sounds she makes are pure, lewd and lusty and he thumbs the vibe up a notch, her voice becoming more broken exponentially.

Her pussy releases another gush of fluid as he drives her to the edge again. He looks up at her, her head is shaking from side to side, her lips swollen, her face flushed and damp. He sees her grip on the scarves that bind her, the whiteness of her knuckles and bunched muscles proclaiming her labor to go over the edge.

Should he let her go? His cock is so hard, he wants to fuck her until she screams with it. No… we have time, he thinks… TIME.

When he feels her start to shake with her orgasm, he removes the vibe and presses it against her anus as two of his fingers reach up into her, finding the bumpy ridges. His mouth continues sucking on her.

“YESSSSSSSSS,” echoes and reverberates in the room. Her hips buck wildly and her pussy clamps down on his fingers, the force of her movements drive the vibe a little way into her ass and she screams now. In abandon, she’s left the land of dignity.

Wave after wave after wave of erotic spasms reverberate through her pussy, radiating outward to each limb. Mindless, timeless, shameless ecstasy blinds her as much as the blindfold. And she comes. She rides the waves for an eternity. Drenching his hand, fucking her pussy against his mouth and fingers, crying out in a broken guttural, voice.

Finally he stops sucking her. Her body is covered with a coat of sweat and starts to loose some of its rigidity. His fingers still in her feeling the spasms slow, stroking her when they come, making her jump with each spasm. Slower. He lets her come down from the heights, takes the vibe away, his fingers leave her. He presses his face against her for a moment savoring the juice and heat of her.

“Do you know what you look like Cecelia?” he asks raising his head. “Do you have any idea what it means to me to see you like this?”

Moving until he is on his knees between her legs, he leans towards her, supporting his weight over her with his arms. Shifting again until he can remove the blindfold. She blinks rapidly and focuses on his face, licking her dry lips.

“Do you know what you look like to me?” he asks again, his voice low and… hungry. It’s the only description she can find that fits. The hunger in his eyes makes her moan and she only manages to shake her head.

“You look like every fucking fantasy I’ve ever had. You look so fucking beautiful.”

His lips come down on hers and he presses her down, down on the mattress with his body. Pinning her, his cock against her. She can taste herself on him, smell her scent, his beard wet, lips coated with her.

Cecelia forces her head to the side, breaking his hold on her lips.

“Untie me David.”

“No.” The word makes her shiver.

“Untie ME David.”

“No… not yet Cecelia. Not yet.”

With a groan he moves a hand between them and guides his cock into her. She’s so wet and hot. He feels like his cock has never been harder. How many times has he come? He can’t remember. She’s turned back the clock for him. It’s been a decade at least since he’s felt this powerful and virile, at least.

“I need to fuck you like this. I need to feel you helpless under me,” he says as he thrusts into her hard.

Understanding his need, she shudders. Oh god, what she feels, how she feels, knowing she alone can give him this.

“UNTIE ME DAVID,” she says louder, feeling his hands move around, under her, holding her ass firmly. “LET ME GO.”

His full weight on her, his face pressed against her curve of her shoulder and neck. David moves his hips until he’s almost out of her and slams into her with force.

“Feel this?” he growls into her ear as he backs and thrusts hard again. “Feel my cock? Feel me fucking you Cecelia?” She starts to thrash her body against his, seeming to fight against him, trying to throw him off her.

“GET OFF ME,” she yells, he drags his mouth to hers cutting off the last syllable, plunging his tongue in her mouth, capturing her tongue and sucking it in rhythm to his hard thrusting cock.

When he needs her to, just when he needs her to, she starts pushing her hips against his. He feels her tighten against his cock and the feeling makes him shudder and groan.

Dragging his mouth from hers, his voice raw against her ear, “You want me fucking you. You need me to fuck you, fuck you hard. You need it. You need my cock. You need to be a slut for me.

“Say it.”

“NO.”

“Say it, gorgeous bitch. Tell me.”

Cecelia thrills at his lewdness, this piece of him he shares. This fantasy made real. Her body responds eagerly to his. Relaxing and gripping his cock, her hips moving harder against him, as much as the bonds allow. She plays it out, letting herself go with it. Moving into his fantasy completely. Electrified by sensation.

“YES, David. I need your cock,” she answers finally, the surrender complete.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

“YES, David. I need your cock,” she says. The words are torn from her mouth as if by his own will, but the sentiment is hers. She would not have said it otherwise.

He's not so stupid as to take it literally. They both know what it means: she needs his love, his passion and desire for her. She needs it to feel alive, to feel this much pleasure, this musch seuality. She needs him to take her and posses her, and all of this--the scarves tying her to the bed, the discarded vibrator, even his cock inside her--is symbolic of that his need to make it so. He wants to conquer her.

He shoves his cock deep into her tight warmth, tangles his fingers in her hair and pulls her face to him so he can kiss her deeply, but she can only take so much before she has to turn her face to the side and gasp for breath. Tied up and immobilized as she is, she is still the one fucking him now, her hips working urgently at him, her pussy clutching and pulling him into her, as he hovers over her on his elbows and knees, letting her do with him whatever she wants as he kisses her face and breasts, caresses her body.

She fucks him desperately, almost angrily. She is not his slave and never will be, no matter how he ties her up, but she4 wants him in her, she wants to be good for him. His pleasure is her pleasure now, and every time he groans at some unbearably sweet sensation she gives him, a brief, lewd grin appears on her face, as she realizes he loves what she's doing for him.

The acid fucking of her hips soon has him on the edge of his own orgasm, shooting chills down his spine. He begins to rock his hips, densing his cock slithering thickly into her and overloadeing her with wicked sensation. Soon they find a rhythm, and his hips come down on hers just as she thrusts up, his pubic bone grinding into her engorged clit. It's too much for her. She can't keep it up. Her legs start to trrmble from the strain, her stomach tightens in knots.

David picks up the slack, fucking her hard now as he realizes she's close to coming. He wants her to come. He wants to see her lose it, to lose it from the powerful fucking he's giving her. He wants her to never forget this for as long as she lives.

"Come on Cecilia, come on baby! Get it! Come! Get it, you bitch!"

Cecilia pulls hard on the bonds as his body slams into hers. Her face is red, her hair stuck to the sweat on her forehead. Her mouth opens but all she can do is whisper, "Fuck me David! Fuck me!"

That's enough. The sight of her falling into the throes of climax is too miuch for him to stand. His come seems to bubble up from deep inside him, tearing through his body like a ecstatic tornado of feeling. All his pressure and tension and desire come to a boiling head and he hangs there for an instant quivering.

"Oh God, baby! I'm coming! Oh Fuck, Cecilia I'm coming! I'm coming!!"

Dimly she hears his words and shoves her hips up instinctively against him as she feels his body go rigid between her thighs. His hands claw into her buttocks pulling her tight against him and she feels him throb thickly inside her.

An irrational joy grips her as she hears him cry out hoarsely with each powerful pulse of his cock inside her. He ejaculates again and again, each burst accompanied by a convulsive thrust of his pelvis. And then, as if her work is done, she lets herself go over the falls of her orgasm in a tremendous rush of blinding pleasure, washed through with wave after wave of tingling ecstasy.

She dissolves, flies apart, and only reluctantly puts herself back together to find David still inside her, wringing the last bits of pleasure from their coupling, his prick still throbbing weakly inside her.

He seems frozen above her, his arms and legs shivering withe the strain. He feels like he's poured all of his strength and power into her and has none left for himself. His muscles feel like jelly, and he carefully lowers himself to the side, lying next to her.

It takes him a loing moment to realize that she's still tied up, and when he does, he reaches fro the bonds and unties them. It takes him even longer to manage to sit up and untie her ankles, and by that time she has enough strength to roll towards him when he gathers her in his arms.

The lie with their arms and legs around each other, like the only two survivors of some terrible catastrophe, hardly believing what's happened to them. Every so often he twitches or she shudders as a stray echo of orgasm rings through their bodies.

It's a time to enjoy, to just doze blissfully in each other's arms. But beneath his feeling of deep peace and satisfaction he's already thinking, "My God what's happening to me? How can this be that incredibly good?"

 

[Annabelllee2003]

In the contentment they share, her thoughts are echoing the same sentiment. “How is it possible to feel this MUCH?” She feels the ache now. She feels the soreness of good sex… No she amends silently, great sex, phenomenal sex. Out-of-this-world sex.

“David,” she says, breaking the long silence at last. And she stops. Doesn’t have a way of saying what she feels. He hears her hesitation and smiles.

“I know sweetheart, shhh.” There really isn’t any reason to say it anyway. They both feel it.

With his hand lightly massaging her back, in his arms, she falls asleep. He shifts to look down at her in the faint light coming through the window. In this light, at this time, she doesn’t look like she could possibly be the mother of teenagers. He smoothes the damp curls off her forehead with a tender touch, feeling it in his heart, this little gesture.

And soon, his breath slows and he falls asleep.

----

Cecelia opens her eyes to murky dawn light. Her eyes widen at the strange room until memory comes back and she realizes it’s David. David of her fantasy, David here, within the enchanted hotel room. She smiles and moves closer to him, closing her eyes again. She feels the rise and fall of his chest, and the warmth of him. She can still smell the musky, sexy scent of their lovemaking and with perfect ease, slides back down into sleep.

With the sun a little higher in the sky, she wakes again, this time having to use the bathroom. Smiling and trying to detangle herself without waking him, she sees his hands reach for her even in sleep. Wincing as she rises with the soreness, she crosses to her suitcase and removes another little ‘outfit’. It’s one that he’d sent shown her in an email, what he would like to ‘see’ her wearing. Grabbing her robe she disappears into the bathroom.

Hanging the outfit on the door and covering it with her robe, she does her business, brushes and all. She’s hungry and thirsty. Giggling, she thinks of the calories they’ve probably burned and figures hell, we should be starving. Cecelia winces again as she bends to start a bath, letting the tub fill with hot water. Using her own bath stuff, she pours a little bit into the tub, knowing a little will go a long way when the jets are turned on. Coming out she reaches room service and quietly arranges breakfast, requesting it not be billed to the room, she’d pay in cash.

David must have been worn out. He’s still asleep. She watches him for a bit, content to see how his face has relaxed. Marveling at this man that makes her feel so much.

In the bathroom, she turns off the water and decides it’s time David was awake. Kisses, she decides. Wake him with kisses. She sits lightly on the bed and hunts for the appropriate place. “God, Cecelia, get your mind out of the gutter!” she admonishes herself with a silent giggle when she finds her eyes moving over his torso down to his penis (semi-erect as men tend to get when asleep), vaguely outlined under the sheet. She bends and kisses under his chin.

Hmm… no reaction? She kisses him again. And again. Damn. She guesses she probably should just go for the gold, and then changes her mind when she sees an eyelid flicker. Playing possum. Teasing her. With light dancing in her eyes she singles out a single chest hair and holds it as she kisses him again. With no response, she yanks it out.

With a yelp he has her down on the bed, half pinned, before she can draw a deep breath. His smile is huge.

“Guess it doesn’t pay to lay around with you up.”

“Nope, playing possum… doesn’t cut it David,” she giggles trying to get her breath.
Their smiles fade as they stare deep into each other’s eyes. With a fluid, choreographed movement they come together in a tender embrace, her body molding to his, his seeking as much skin contact as possible. Her head on his chest, she hears the steady beat of his heart. She takes a deep breath and his scent fills her.

“Good morning David,” she says in that sweet voice he knows is for him alone.

“Morning, Cecelia,” his voice rumbles deep in his chest against her ear.

For the longest time they lay together. Unwilling? unable? to put the complex emotions they feel into words. With a deep sigh, David bends and kisses her temple and gets up to pad into the bathroom. Cecelia stays where she is, thinking so many things. Startled by a knock on the door, she remembers… room service and David is still in the bathroom.

Darn. Her robe is in there. She quickly pulls on some clothes and lets the waiter in. Her hunger is back. When he’s back out the door she sheds her clothes and announces through the bathroom door that breakfast has arrived. She smiles at her poor timing… The tub water will get cold. A not very important dilemma anyway. She pours coffee and waits for David to emerge from the bathroom.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

He comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around him and looks at the food on the cart. He is suddenly ravenous, and they both lace into the food without compunction or embarrassment.

"Come on," she says when they've finished, "the bath is getting cold."

She leads him into the bathroom and turns on the whirlpool. The thermostat has kept it hot and steamy, and they climb in together, groaning at the feel of the hot water on their sore bodies. He egts out of the bath and turns off the lights.

It's about ten in the morning, and it's a gray day, dull and overcast, so it's hardly a romantic candle light dip, but still there is something that feels naughty about soaking in the tub at a time when most people are up and about seeing to muich more mundane tasks. It's a feeling that reminds him of staying home from school when he was young, with the delicious sense of the day spreading out before him free of responsibilities and demands. But now instead of having his toys to play with, he has this very sexual and adventurous woman, who now presses her body against him and kisses him with sweet passion as he rests against the side of the tub.

"God this feels good!" he says.

"Which part?"

"All of it. The water, you, even being sore."

She's right in front of him, her soft breasts scraping against his chest.

"You're sore?" she asks.

"Sure. Aren't you?" Then he hastens to add. "But it's a good kind of sore."

She laughs.

He reverses them, pushing her against the side of the tub and holding her there as he kisses and sucks her breasts. Cecilia drops her head back and hums with pleasure. Her skin is all shiny and soft from the water. She feels his cocks against her; he's already hard. They both realize that they have not even begun to exhaust their desire for each other, and their kisses and caresses become more feverish until he is trying toi fuck her right there in the whirpool.

"I need you again, Cecilia." he says.

"Yes. Me too. But not here." she says. "Besides. Do you remember that thing you bought me?"

Yes, he remembered "that thing", and his look of shock turned into a broad, excited smile. "You brought it?" he asked eagerly.

Cecilia nodded, with a sly grin.

He had bought her a black latex minidress with a big zipper down the front, and latex stockings to go with it. He didn't know what had gotten into him, because the whole thing ended up embarrassing him terribly. He liked to think of himself as fairly sophisticated and possessed of reasonably good taste, but this ourtfit had been so crudely and blatantly sexual, so typically male, that once she had teased him about it he dismissed the whole thing as a bad joke and never brought it up again. It was as if he'd asked her to wear falsies.

But Cecilia was no fool, and she knew by the way he hemmed and hawed about it in his email that he was too embarrassed ever to ask her to wear it, and his embarrassment was probably a good indication of his desire.

"You hurry up and wash," she said, "then leave a lady to her toilette and let me see if I can squeeze into it."

In five minutes he was washed, shaved, tooth-brushed and combed and waiting for her in the bedroom.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

She can't get the grin off her face as she struggles to get the outfit on while still damp. Zipping up, she glances in the mirror. Is that her? She feels her body color and almost defiantly she opens her cosmetic bag.

There is really only one reason to own an outfit like this.

And only one reason to wear one.

Excitement is tearing through her body she finishes with bright red lipstick and allows herself a moment to study the effect.

She opens the door a crack - "Close your eyes!" When she peeks out, David is sitting at the table eyes closed, a smile playing around his lips. The curtains are closed against daylight. She crosses to her suitcase and puts on the shoes that complete the 'look'.

"David, you can look now" she whispers, close to his ear. She feels him shudder as her breath caresses his ear and steps before him.

When he opens his eyes, he's treated to Cecelia - running her hands over the smooth shiny surface of the latex. His cock jumps at the sight of her, so slutty and sexy. And just for him.

With a calculated move Cecelia comes toward him until she stands between his legs. When he reaches up to touch her, she takes his hands and puts them on the arms of his chair.

"Watch me, David."

She kneels before him and takes his cock between her red lips. Sucking him in before he's fully erect, moving her mouth down on him until until she brands him with lipstick at the base of his penis. Staying like that for an excruciating eternity she waits, just flicking her tongue over his cock while he grows in her mouth. When he's hard she drags her lips from his cock and stares up at him.

"Tell me David."

"Tell me."

 

[dr_mabeuse]

When he sees her emerge from the bathroom in the black latex mini and stockings, his scalp prickles and he feel sthe hairs stand up on the backs of his arms. He had never imagined...

The skirt is skin-tight, stretched taut across her breasts and hips, so shiny it appears wet. Her body is like a caricature of a woman, a wicked fertility goddess, from somewhere between heaven and hell. The stockings squeeze her legs into long, smooth, gracefully flowing curves while the skirt exaggerates the size of her breasts and the simness of her waist. And then there is the sharp contrast of the black garmenbts with her pale skin, and the blazing red lipstick that makes mer mouth into a wickedly wanton flower.

She is part goddess, part demon, and he feels such a surge of raw desire that he forgets for the moment to breath.

And she must feel it too, the sexual potency of what she wears. The latex compresses her whole body as if she were in a lover's grasp. She knows she must either look ridiculous or devastatingm and it takes her less than a second to know that it's the latter.

She walks up to him and he reaches for her, but she intercepts his hands and forces them back down to the arms of his chair. She is in charge of this. She sinks to her knees before him, opens those red, red lips and takes his cock in her mouth.

Her mouth is as hot as her lipstick and she slides him all the way in one deep, plunge, like the stroke of a snake. She holds him there, breathing through flared nostrils as she feels him inflate and harden against her tongue. She feels wild and wanton: a hunter, a tigress.

She lifts her head, letting him slide from her mouth and looks up at him with feline eyes.

"Tell me, David! Tell me!"

His eyes are still wide, her saliva still warm on his engorged cock.

"My God, Ceclia!" he says. "I love you! God, I fucking love you!"

She smiles for a moment, then pushes his cock against her face while she nuzzles it and licks at it, rubbing her face on it like a cat, then she takes it back in her mouth and begins to bob her head over him, sucking greedily, her own body on fire. The way both of them feel, it's as if they've never made love at all.

He can't keep from pumping his hips up at her, fucking her face, as she hums and purrs with pleasure. He wanats to fuck her. He wants to fuck the hell out of this woman, this image of sexuality made flesh.

"Oh yes, Cecilia! Suck my cock! You beautiful bitch! I'm going to fuck the hell out of you! I love you! You know I love you, and I'm going to fuck the holy hell out of you!"