She never knew exactly when the moment occurred when she sensed it, when there was something extra, something special, about her feelings for him. There was something that would loosen her inhibitions and make her forget he was not an intimate part of her world. Not just yet, anyway. Not just yet.

She felt like she was slowly stretched between doing the right thing or satisfying that warm insistent hunger that twinges within her. Their conversations were innocent at first, the casual light banter of two people getting to know each other. They shared thoughts and wishes and dreams, graduating over a period of time to sharing similar fantasies, similar emotions, and similar fears. This strengthened their affinity for each other, and ultimately their hunger, which for now was held in abeyance to avoid sharing the consequences as well as the joy and subtle stimulation of their not so innocent adventures.

Whenever she talked to him or stopped and spent a few moments with him, she felt a stimulating and exciting sense of arousal that his presence caused in her. It would be safer for both of them if she would just stop talking to him and go on about her life, oblivious to his existence, but as time went on, that became as difficult as being oblivious to the weather outside. And it was storming inside of her at all times. She raised her mental umbrella and ignoring the tornado swirling within her, never hesitated in leading the conversation to more personal avenues.

But there was still that conflict. Though she needed his shelter from the storm, she cared far too much for him to cause him pain or grief in his life and so the days turn into weeks, and weeks into months, as they danced around each other like moths to a flame. One coming close and the other darting away, then reversing the roles as the other seeks to be the aggressor. Tempting, teasing, dodging and enticing, always playing the game to build the excitement. But never quite willing to take the chance and pay the price.

Then fate intervenes.

In one of those rare days in which she finds herself with the afternoon off and no plans to fill the time, she decided to get out of the house and out in the sunshine by walking down to the convenience store that is a few blocks from her house. The days is warm and sunny, nothing out of the ordinary and the walk is a pleasant one. Reaching the store she wanders aimlessly around finally settling on just purchasing a cold drink out of the back cooler. Turning to head to the check out stand she spots him coming in the door.

His interview had gone well, the meeting concluded much more quickly than he had anticipated and the clients had seemed pleased with his ideas. Having scheduled several more hours to the project, he now found himself with extra time on his hand. In no rush to go back to the office or to head home, he leisurely navigates traffic and spots a small store on the corner and decided to stop for a drink. Stepping out of the bright sun and into the store doorway, it takes a moment for his eyes to adjust. He gazes around at the racks of junk food and nothing seems to appeal to him. Deciding to go back to the cooler and pick up a cold drink he looks towards the back of the store and spots her standing in the center of the aisle watching him like a doe caught in the spot light. They both feel that instant awareness in which uncertainty wars with want. Giving into the inevitable, he smiles at her and she returns his smile and moves his direction.

From there they exchange small talk, casual conversation and light flirtatous banter as they each take their turn in paying for their drinks. He finds out that she walked over and even knowing he shouldn't, offers her a ride home. Realizing it's probably not a wise thing to do, she accepts his offer. It's a short ride, mostly filled with her giving directions and only takes moments to get there. Parking in the driveway neither one is sure where to go from here. Knowing she would never have this opportunity again, she invites him inside. No explanation, no excuse, just a simple, "would you like to come in?"

He nods his agreement and follows her inside. She guides him through the house towards the kitchen, filling the space with senseless chatter more to cover her nervousness than out of serious conversation. He barely hears a word she says because he is too occupied watching how her shorts hug her hips when she walks in front of him. He has always found her body arousing and to see it displayed in tight shorts and a t-shirt made it even more desirable to him. He half heartedly listened to her babbling all the while he was watching the tail of her t-shirt bounce against her ass. The tightness in his trousers told him he had better concentrate on other things.

She stops and turns when she reaches the kitchen counter, she finds him closer to her than she expected him to be. Her thoughts are running at lightning speed, she is not quite sure what move to make from this point. Slightly embarrassed by her ramblings, she becomes silent and reaches out to put her drink on the counter. To her utter mortification, the bottle misses the counter and drops to the floor, rolling past his feet to stop against the cabinet. Flushing, she bends to pick it up, all but putting her hips right in front of him in an invitation he cannot refuse. Seeing her bent so close to him and her shorts pulled so tightly around her bum, he reaches out and strokes his hand over the curve of her hip. She freezes when she feels his hand on her and holds that position until his hand slides back up to her waist again.

Her breath catches in her throat and still unsure of the entire situation she straightens back up and looks him in the eye. He's a bit flustered from having been so bold but the hunger in his gaze can not be hidden. She moves to the table, pulls a chair out and drops into it, giving him a slight nod to join her. He walks over to the table, pulls a chair out but does not sit down, instead he just stares at her, his erratic thoughts making him leery of what move to make next. Looking down at her with a soft smile on her face he is captivated by the wanting he sees reflected in her eyes. Reaching a hand out, he smoothes her hair behind her ear, just wanting to be able to make some sort of physical contact with her. She leans her cheek into his palm and presses her face against the warmth of his touch.

Standing next to her in such a manner puts her face at belt level and for the first time she notices the tenting of his trousers assuring her that his desire for her was as strong as hers was for him. As if guided by some unseen force her hand moves to the curve of his stomach to stroke across and down the front of his pants. She hears him release a pent up sigh and that is signal enough to know their thinking is in accord. Her hands stroke around his hips back across the swelling and hone into his belt buckle, making quick work of the opening. Undoing the snap to his pants she slides the zipper down with excruciating slowness as if opening a priceless treasure. Pushing her hands around the waist of his pants she slides them down to his knees, running her fingers lightly up the inside of his thigh in a quick tickling, teasing manner. With meticulous neatness she unbuttons his shirt starting at the bottom and working her way up to the top button.

He watches her face and with each inch of fabric she removes from his body he feels more and more like a Christmas gift being unwrapped. Her eyes darken as his shirt comes apart and her hands seem to be all over his chest, tangling in the hair and teasing around the nipples. Her touch searching and exploring as if trying to discover what pleases him the most. He sucks in his breath as her nail grazes across his nipple and notices she has risen to her knees on the chair so her face can follow the movements of her hands. A shocked gasp burst from his lips when he feels her mouth latch onto his right nipple sucking it gently. Becoming aware that his fingers are still at her cheek his hand slide back into her hair and cups her head bringing it closer, wanting to press her face into the nipple she is teasing so delightfully with her tongue. Then her kisses start to move lower.

Her tongue blazing a path down the center of his chest her hand reach the waist band of his shorts, fingers slipping inside the band and circling around both sides of his hip. Like removing a layer of skin she peels them back and down watching in fascination as he springs free from the confines of his clothing. Time seems to stand still as she gazes at the beauty of him. He is semi erect and already glistening she can feel her mouth start to water in anticipation. Looking up into his eyes so he can see her approval, she does what she has dreamed of doing for almost a year. Flattens out her tongue and licks one long stroke across the tip of his shaft to taste that drop of precum off the tip. Closing her eyes and savoring the heat and the flavor of him, surprised at the heady fragrance that overwhelms her senses.

Bringing her hands into action she cups and caresses his sac with one hand and encircles him with the other holding him straight and still as her tongue flicks and teases around the foreskin and head. Each lick and stroke of her tongue brings forth and new and delicious flavor and letting her saliva flow and mingle with his juices he is soon coated and her hands and mouth are moving up and down on his shaft easily. She feels him quiver and jump each time her tongue hits a particularly sensitive spot. Her excitement continues to grow as he swells more and more inside her mouth.

He finds the site of her just as arousing as the feel of her hot little mouth on him. The beauty of her lush red lips parting and his cock sliding into her mouth is one of the most erotic sites he has ever seen. The heat of her mouth as it engulfs his member seems to flood his body until he is afraid he will burst into flames. He watches mesmerized as her hand with its long red nails circles and strokes his shaft in the same rhythm her mouth moves up and down on him. He groans out loud as her mouth moves farther and farther down him with each stroke of her hand. Unconsciously he grips his hand deeper in her hair guiding her mouth to where he wants it. His hips rock back and forth to the same rhythm getting ever faster with each stroke. The sweet torment of her tongue, driving him closer and closer to the edge, realizing that if he does not stop her soon, it will be all over far too quickly.

Gripping her hair tighter he seeks to slow her down and taking the hint she decreases the pressure and moves to soft teasing licks and caresses with her tongue, not quite willing to give up her treat. She is amazed at how hard he had become in her mouth, growing until her cheeks were bulging and unable to take him all in. Licking circles around the head trying to absorb each drop of juice he offers, she hungers to have him empty himself into her willing mouth but there is a delicious throb in her nether regions that tells her she will be much more satisfied with it elsewhere. Reluctantly releasing him from her mouth she gives in when his arms seek to lift her to standing position. Raising her face to his, her eyelids flutter shut as his mouth descends on her, ravishing her in a kiss that almost sends her back to her knees. Tongues dueling and heat clashing, their mutual desire seems to pour over both their bodies centered in this one single kiss they have both waited so long for.

His hands roam her body as he tongue delves and plunders her mouth. Finding her clothes and impediment to what he seeks, he steps back, grabs the tails of her shirt and in one swift move aided by the lifting of her arms, he brings it up over her head and tosses it to the side. A quick surveillance of her bra shows three small hooks in the front cleavage that he makes quick work of and slides it off her arms. For several long moments he just stares at her till she is almost tempted to bring her arms up to cover herself. A gentle smile and soft words tell her how he feels, as if he has waited a lifetime to be able to gaze on her beauty in such a manner. He kicks off his shoes and steps out of his pants, slinging them to the side as his hands come around her hips and slide both shorts and panties off in one smooth motion, squatting at her feet, letting her brace a hand on his shoulder as she steps out of them. Leaning forward he inhales the heady scent of her, pressing his face to her abdomen and sliding his hands around to cup her ass as he starts to rise back to standing position, his beard tickling up her skin as his mouth trails kisses up between her breast and once standing takes her mouth captive with his own. Both of them take advantage and press close trying to feel every inch of skin. Chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis, her arms around his back pulling him towards her, his hand cupping her ass pressing his erection tightly to the cradle in the juncture of her thighs, almost as if wanting to absorb each other and meld into one being.

Breathlessly they part, both gasping for air, trying to steady their accelerated heartbeats. He bends his knees slightly, gets a good grip on her ass and lifts her up to sit on the table. Positioning himself between her parted legs he lets his cock nudge up against her pussy. With that single teasing movement he is shocked to find her already wet and slippery, surprised he looks down at her sparkling juices and then up into her faces, chuckling when he sees her blush her awareness of her current condition. Teasingly telling her it is only going to get worse, he bends his head and runs his tongue along the length of her neck, unknowingly stroking along one of her strongest erogenous zones. Her back arches bring her nipples in contact with the mat of hair on his chest. Unconsciously she moves her breast left and right rubbing against him, her hands gripping his shoulders for stability. He cups her breasts with both hands and gently runs his thumbs across each nipple, fascinated by the way they pucker. Leaning down he laves his tongue across one nipple and feels a shudder run through her whole body. Flicking his tongue across the very tip he hears her whimper then moan when he captures the whole nipple in his mouth and draws on it sucking it gently between his teeth. Moving to the other breast he gives it like attention and is pleased when a cry of delight escapes her lips.

Using his shin he maneuvers the chair around behind him so that as he kisses down her body he can lower himself into the seat. Like laying out a feast before him on the table he brings his arms under her knees, grabs her ass and positions her on the edge of the table, thighs parted so he is staring at the very center of her femininity. She leans back on her arms and spreads her legs wide and inviting for him captivated by the heated look in his eyes as he moves his fingers to her center to part her lips like separating the petals on a flower. Her heat rises and her essence intoxicates him. Her legs quiver and she is almost ready to scream with the need for him to touch her.

Ever so lightly he uses his tongue to stroke up the center of her slit, sampling, exploring in a tentative manner as if testing to see if he find it acceptable. Closing his eyes and holding her flavor on his tongue, amazed to have found such ambrosia as his disposal. Unbelieving of his good fortune he runs two fingers from the bottom of the slit to the top catching even more of her juice and bringing it to his lips, sucking both fingers into his mouth, letting the second taste verify the sweetness he had found there, unthinkingly rubbing his beard on her thigh and making her whimper again. Then he was like a man dying of thirst and drinking ceaselessly from the fountain of her passion. Burying his face into her and swirling his tongue all around each fold, tempting and teasing, showing no mercy to her building desire. Finding the erect nub of her pleasure center he licks and strokes till it quivers between his lips. Pushing two fingers inside her canal he curves them up and puts just the right amount of pressure on her clit to find the spot behind it specifically made to drive her wild. The moment he hits it, her thighs part even wider and he realizes her cries had been muffled by her legs pressed around his head. Now he could hear her volume rise and knew he had found the treasure he sought. Concentrating all his effort on her clit he manipulates her higher and higher until the clench around his fingers and the tightness of her muscles signaled the onset of her orgasm. He shifts slightly so he can see her faces and focuses on the expression that looks like pain but he knows is really the grip of intense pleasure. Then he is rewarded by the shrill scream that burst forth from her lips at the same time she explodes forth her nectar into his greedy mouth. Latching onto her clit he stays with her as spasm after spasm washes across her body waiting till just the right moment, he stand up and slams his cock into her pussy sending her spinning off into orgasmic bliss all over again.
Holding that position for a few moments he gives her brain time to clear and starts taking long slow measure strokes in and out of her. Delighted by this new sensation her muscles start to clamp around him each time he withdraws. Eyes locked together, heat searing between them, their hips start to move in a dance as old as time it's self. Rocking back and forth in steady rhythm he strokes in and out of her. Hovering on the brink of pleasure, wanting it to last as long as it possibly can, the heat and intensity of having her wrapped around him in such a manner is a pleasure beyond his wildest expectations. Unable to resist, his hips start to increase their speed, sending him deeper in her, surprised when he feels her hand on his stomach stopping his thrust. Giving her a perplexed look when she pushes him back and out of her, slipping off the table and forcing him to take a step backwards. " Not this way Honey, You know how I want it."

Realization dawns on him and he lets her guide him the few steps to the bedroom, watching her crawl to the center of the bed. Looking over her shoulder, she beckons him to join her, the site of her offered up to him so sweetly is almost enough to do him in. Kneeling on the bed he positions himself behind her and rubs his shaft at the entrance of her pussy. Pushing only a fraction of an inch forward to assure entrance, he rubs his hands over each hip and gets comfortable. He can feel her hips quiver and nudge back against him, knowing which direction to find the most pleasure. Taking firm hold to both hips and adjusting his knees for balance he withdraws just a hint and the slams the whole length of him in to the very hilt.

Fingers curl around the bedding as and exuberant, "YES!" burst forth from her lips. Holding the depth for only a moment he slides back and plunges in again, this time being met by a backwards thrust of her hips. Given such obvious acceptance is all he needs to grip onto her hips and start pounding back and forth into her. Her litany urges him on as words like, "Harder!", "Deeper!" "Faster!" encourage him. Releasing the animal inside him he savagely pounds into her, feeling his orgasm start to bubble in his sac and rise to the surface. He is only vaguely aware of her back straightening and her body arching upwards but when her pussy clamps around him in orgasm, he can contain it no longer. Bright flashes of light explode behind his eyes as he erupts into her molten crevice in one of the most mind blowing orgasms he has ever experienced in his entire life. His hips surge forth as pulse after pulse races through his whole body coming to a shuddering climax, leaving him no choice but to collapse forward on top of her, feeling her shudder underneath him as her own orgasm starts to subside.

Shifting and rolling to his side he lets his arms encircle her, feeling her snuggle back into his embrace. Erratic breathing and rapid heartbeats can be felt by both of them, he buries his face in her hair and she tightens her grip on the arms that surround her. Private thoughts float back and forth but at this point in time words are not necessary.

Extending shadows in the room alert him to the passing of time and reluctantly he loosens his grip on her. Kissing her once on the shoulder he feels her turn towards him and seeks to capture her lips again. Opening and giving him access to her mouth, he kisses her so sweetly it almost brings tears to her eyes. Wordlessly he moves off the bed and heads for the door only to be stop short by her softly calling his name. Stopping but not turning around he hears her whisper, "Thank you." He nods once and walks out of the room.

An unknown dark emotion starts to swell inside her, but she quickly pushes it down deep inside, pulling the covers over her she curls in on herself and explores the sensations still throbbing through her body. Her mind replays the afternoon's events over and over like a video she is trying to memorize. Drifting off to sleep she invites him into her dreams as if to secure the memory for all time.

Sunlight shining in the window wakes her up the next morning. Semi disoriented she wondered if it was all an illusion. Throwing back the covers, her sensitive muscles and the stickiness between her thighs testifies to the reality of her experience. With a wicked smile she bounds out of bed and flings open the curtains. Its going to be a glorious day, she thought. Feeling as if she had a treasured secret no one would ever be aware of, she hugs her feelings close. From this day on she would never be truly alone. This one brief moment in time she had now known the most exquisite type of love exchanged between a man and a woman. A love that could only be experienced once in a lifetime.

01/16/2003