Rating: NC:17
Warning: This story contains scenes of graphic consensual sex between a man
and a woman. If you are under 18, this offends you, or this is illegal where
you live, please read no further.
Disclaimer: The characters of Brett, Lucille, and Jane are taken from the Kiwi
Comedy Playhouse episode of "Double Booking" and belong to South
Pacific Pictures. No copyright infringement is intended.
Brett slowly began unpacking his suitcase. He looked around the luxurious hotel room with a kind of wonder. He knew the Bel Age was one of the most exclusive and expensive hotels in all of Los Angeles. He couldn't believe his new boss had popped for it. Things sure had changed in the last month.
First, he'd been planning to marry Lucille, a nice enough woman, if a bit bossy. Then, the night before the wedding he'd met Jane. He thought it was fate. Thought he'd finally found that "zing" he'd been missing. Only Jane had preferred to marry Gavin than give them a chance. He'd gone to St. Paul's early that next morning to try to stop her from making what he was sure was a mistake. She insisted she knew what she was doing and she went ahead with her wedding.
He'd found he could not go on with his. He knew now that to decrease the suckage in his life was not a good enough reason to get married. For once, he'd stood his ground, despite the disapproval of his friends, the pressure from Lucille's friends and the anger of Lucille herself; he'd cancelled the wedding. All their friends took her side and for a while he found himself a complete pariah.
Somehow, he didn't mind so much. There seemed to be a new kind of freedom in being forced to start nearly everything over. His life began to suck again of course, but inside him; he had a new hope that somewhere there was the right woman with "zing."
Then he was offered an incredible opportunity. A brand new record label came after him, offering him the chance to go to America for two months to see how the Americans did their promotions. He still couldn't quite believe it, the new job and trip were just the antidote he needed.
As he finished his unpacking, restless settled over him like an old friend. The room was very nice but quite empty. He hadn't met any of his co-workers yet, that would come on the morrow, but he couldn't go to sleep either. It was barely seven o'clock local time, no matter what his body told him. It was too early to hit any of the music clubs, so he decided to go to the hotel bar.
Brett left his room and strolled toward the dark bar. He paused for a moment in the doorway looking around, trying to get his bearings. His tall body was framed in silhouette in the doorway.
Something, perhaps the shadow, made Julie look up at the archway that formed the doorway to the bar. There he was again! She'd noticed him when she'd checked in. He was two counters over and very hard to miss. Tall, handsome, great body and when he spoke, he had an accent she had never heard before. He had looked up once during the check-in process and caught her staring. Their eyes had met, he'd smiled, she'd smiled and it felt as if an electrical current had run through her body. Still, being newly divorced and completely insecure, she'd turned quickly away.
This was now the third time she'd seen him. They apparently had rooms on the same floor. As she was coming back from the ice machine, she passed him, bucket in his hands, in the hallway. Again their eyes had met and again she'd felt that current between them. Feeling like a world-class coward, she'd quickly passed him, nearly running back to her room, the ice in her bucket clinking the word "chicken" at her.
Now he appeared rooted in the archway searching the room. Suddenly his eyes lit on her. She watched his handsome face carefully as a slow, almost seductive smile crossed his lips.
She found herself smiling back at him, their eyes met and once again; she felt that odd sensation. She was instantly reminded of that song from South Pacific. She found she was beginning to hum it, "Some Enchanted Evening."
As he held eye contact for a moment, he seemed to make a decision. He moved from the doorway and began to walk toward her. Suddenly she broke the contact, swallowed hard and turned away.
Brett, feeling as if fate had taken a hand in his life again, had intended to go straight to the woman. Now he stopped short at the abruptness of her movement and instead took a seat at a table near her. This was the third time they had, for lack of a better word, connected. Each time, it seemed to get stronger. He felt somehow she called to him and yet, although he sensed she felt it too, she seemed to shy away. After Jane, he too, was a little leery of making the first move.
Julie turned to her best friend Beth. Beth was staring lovingly across the table at her husband. Julie was beginning to think this trip might have been a mistake. She shouldn't be here with three happily married couples. Not when her wounds were still so fresh. It only made her feel lonelier. She cherished her friends but watching three loving couples together made her pain bubble sharply to the surface. She glanced again at the dark haired man. He was watching her.
Beth noticed Julie exchanging glances with the tall good-looking man who had just entered the bar. She eyed her friend speculatively. Julie was like a different woman now. Ten years of marriage to Dan had changed her and the divorce had nearly destroyed her. These days her once confident and secure friend was timid and shy. What Julie needed was to feel attractive again, she needed an ego boost. And from the way that man had looked at her; he seemed like just the one to give it to her.
Beth made a decision. She rose from where she sat and strolled over to the small table where the man sat.
"Hello," she said to get his attention.
Brett looked up to see a small blond staring at him. She was part of the group with the redhead. He smiled and said, "Hello."
"I know this may seem odd," Beth said, "but I noticed you sitting here alone. And well, no one should have to drink alone."
His grin widened. "I planned on having coffee."
Even this didn't stop Beth. "Still, would care to join us?" Beth gestured to the group of her friends. "I'm Beth. We're just over there."
Brett rose from the table and said, "Sure." He followed Beth and when they arrived, he stood in front of the redhead.
"This is Julie," Beth said slowly. She was about to perform the rest of the introductions when she noticed his concentration on her friend.
He was staring down at Julie. "Hello," he said.
Julie looked up and found herself staring into his brown eyes. She felt time and the world stop. She felt herself being sucked into the depths of those eyes just as surely as if she had stepped into a whirlpool. She felt lightheaded, confused and yet completely clear about everything. She smiled and said, "Hi."
"I'm Brett," he said as he pulled up a chair and sat next to her. His face lit with an impossibly beautiful grin. His eyes crinkled and two perfect dimples popped out on his cheeks.
Julie dropped her eyes and tried to focus them on the glass of wine she held. Brett had dark hair, layered on top, then falling down to his neck, and curling softly on the ends. His eyes were incredible, deep brown and very friendly. He had a nicely shaped goatee and mustache, which surrounded his mouth. Oh lord, what a mouth, full sensual lips that seemed to be made for kissing. He wore a dark blue silk shirt tucked into khaki slacks and some kind of brown jacket. The shirt had a few buttons undone and she could see dark hair at the base of his throat. She didn’t think she had ever seen a more attractive man in her life. She sighed; not a chance in hell he'd feel the same about her. He was probably attracted to Beth. Every man fell for Beth although she wore a diamond wedding band as big as the Rock of Gibraltar and was clearly madly in love with her husband.
Brett studied Julie. He couldn't believe his luck when Beth had invited him to join them. There was something about Julie, something in her eyes that just seemed to speak to him. Her hair was long, curly, and thick, an odd shade nearly red, but not quite. She had huge eyes, waif-like saucers of deep green. They reminded him of the little orphan portraits his mother used to collect. She had a great mouth; it seemed to be set in an almost permanent pout, which he found incredibly sexy. Her body was lush and voluptuous. He guessed she would think herself overweight, but he thought she looked great.
Julie raised her eyes from her glass of wine to look at Brett again. The two strangers stared at one another and something almost magical seemed to sizzle in the air. As if from a great distance, Julie heard Beth calling her name. She reluctantly turned away from Brett to see what Julie wanted.
"Are you ready?" Beth asked. "Brett would you like to come to dinner with us?"
Brett grinned and said, "Sure. Love to."
As the now four couples left the hotel bar, Julie found herself walking next to Brett. God, he was so tall.
She looked up at him, a question in her eyes. "What am I doing in LA and where am I from?" he asked.
She nodded. "You read my mind."
"Not too difficult to figure. I guess to you I have an accent, eh?" he laughed softly. "I'm from New Zealand and I work for a record company. They sent me here to learn how you Yanks do it."
Now Julie laughed. "It's a lovely accent. Just different. I've never heard anything like it before. We don't get many foreigners where I live."
"And where do you live?" he asked. He thought her voice beautiful, now that she'd finally seemed to find it. There was a kind of musical lilt to her tone that told him it too would be considered an accent.
She smiled up at him, her lips parted and her tongue snaked out to lick her lips. "I'm from a little town in North Carolina. It's the southern U.S. Most people think I have an accent."
"It's a lovely cadence," he said. "Like chamber music."
His words made her shiver. "I love chamber music," she said. "I don't suppose?"
He laughed and his mouth widened in another impossibly charming grin. "Actually I'm quite fond of chamber music. Although the record company specializes in popular music."
"Amazing," she muttered more to herself than to him. She'd never met any other man who liked chamber music. Her ex-husband hated it.
Beth and her husband offered to take Julie and Brett in their car and the private moment was over. Still, Julie knew something had happened between them. Suddenly, she was very much looking forward to the balance of the evening.
Brett relaxed in the back seat next to Julie. He watched the play of emotions over her face, as her friend Beth began to describe the actions of her youngest daughter as they had dropped her at the airport. Julie's face was lively with interest, alive with curiosity. He found her charming.
During dinner, he said very little. It was clear they were all old friends and while they didn't attempt to exclude him from the conversation, he didn't have the same life experiences. Still, he enjoyed himself greatly, watching Julie and listening to her chat with her friends. He could tell there were some topics they stayed away from, not secrets exactly, just things she clearly didn't want to discuss. He noticed the non-tan line on her left hand where a wedding ring used to be. He guessed she had just gotten divorced and that it had been painful. He wondered what man would be stupid enough to throw away a prize like her.
Julie kept a watch on Brett out of the corner of her eye. She was worried that he wasn't enjoying himself because he was so quiet. Then every so often he'd throw out a question and a smile, so she realized that he was having fun in his own way. Several times, she'd caught him staring at her and each time, rather than breaking the contact, he'd kept it. He would smile at her as if he was trying to tell her something. At least twice his leg had brushed hers under the table. Once, she was absolutely sure she had caught him staring at her cleavage. She didn't know what to make of any of it.
Julie glanced up to catch Beth giving Brett a speculative glance. Julie could completely understand it. He was so attractive. Then Beth's eyes moved to her. Beth smiled encouragingly. Julie smiled back wondering how she would have made it through the last year without her. When she'd discovered Dan's infidelity, she was devastated. She was convinced it was all her fault. She was sure that if she'd been younger, prettier, thinner, smarter, Dan wouldn't have strayed. It didn't help when she found out he'd been cheating on her from the start of their ten year marriage.
Beth had been there for her. Had helped her pick up the pieces of her shattered life. Had helped her try to rebuild her damaged self-image. This trip to LA was part of that rebuilding process. Beth had spent the day with her, helping her purchase new clothes, getting a new hair-do, new nails, a complete makeover all in preparation to become a new her. Julie wasn't sure she knew who this new woman was going to be, but it couldn't be worse than the old one. As afraid as she was, she was still determined to build a new life for herself.
She turned to smile at Bret. She was surprised at how comfortable she felt with him. She was completely flattered by his attention and she realized that she was even more attracted than she had been earlier.
Now they were in a bar near the hotel, just the two of them. Somehow they had ended up alone having one last nightcap. Brett wasn't sure how it had happened but he was grateful. He didn’t know if what he was feeling was that "zing" he was looking for, but whatever it was he liked it.
He found himself telling Julie everything. She was a great listener and those eyes of hers seemed to draw him in. He told her about Lucille and then about Jane.
She listened with interest. Then she said, "So you're not involved with anyone?"
He shook his head. "It's only been a short time. Anyway, enough about me. What about you?"
"Divorced," she said with a bitter laugh. "Can't you tell?"
He wasn't sure what the right answer was. She seemed to bristle up like a porcupine at her own words. Clearly, this had hurt her badly. Finally, he said, "Only by the telltale band of white on your ring finger."
Julie looked down at her left hand. Ah, she saw it. Funny she'd never noticed it before. "You can't see the embittered divorcee?" she asked.
"Julie," he said her name softly. "Whatever happened I'm sure it's not your fault."
"How do you know that?" she asked curiously.
"I know we just met, but any idiot can see how special you are. Your friends adore you. An embittered divorcee as you call yourself could not engender that kind of emotion."
His words took her breath away. She didn't know what to say, so she found herself telling him about Dan. About how they'd met, fallen in love, and married. How one day she'd discovered how worthless her marriage and her life was. How worthless she was. When she had finished telling him, she felt like a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
Brett watched her as she told him her story. The pain, anger, and humiliation of the experience clearly mirrored on her face. He saw she had internalized Dan's infidelity as a lack in her. He knew somehow that it wasn’t true. He guessed she saw herself as sexually inadequate and perhaps even unattractive. With a decision born of his own desire and need, he decided to show her she was anything but that.
Finally, a little embarrassed by telling this stranger her life story, Julie finished her drink and said, "We should probably go. It's awfully late. You must be exhausted."
"Never felt more awake in my life," he said as he yawned.
She began to laugh and then he joined in. She rose from the table and said, "Did you do that on purpose?"
"You'll never know, will you?" he retorted.
Julie laughed again. They left the bar and began to walk back to the hotel. It had turned a little chilly and she shivered. Brett walked next to her, his stride longer, his body half a foot taller than hers was. Still, even with the distance between them she could feel the heat his body generated. She shivered again, but not from the wind.
"You're cold," he said. He stopped walking, moved behind her, removed his jacket and placed it over her bare arms. He lifted her hair from the nape of her neck, his fingers lightly brushing the soft skin there.
Julie sucked in her breath; glad her face was turned away. The jacket was soft and too big. It fell over her shoulders and hung loose around her offering little real warmth. It smelled wonderful though. The mix of scents was heady and hard to place. It reminded her of wide-open spaces, mountains and man. He was so undeniably, so unequivocally, so intensely male.
Brett moved closer behind her, his body almost touching hers. She could hear the sound his thighs made as his pants rubbed together when he walked. Could feel the sound of his arms as they rose from his side to . . . encircle her? What was he doing?
He pulled her back against him and whispered, "You’ll catch cold. I’ll keep you warm."
She let herself lean against him, feeling his warm body turn her chill into fire. He wrapped his arms around her, his hands now under the jacket and around her waist, pulling her tightly against him.
"You smell so good," he murmured, eerily echoing her thoughts of him. His face was in her hair. She could feel his breath on her ear and then . . . did he just kiss me? she wondered.
She was afraid to turn. What could she offer this man?
She felt him shift behind her. He pulled her even closer. He was saying something. That couldn’t have been, she couldn’t have heard correctly. She finally found her voice. "Could you say that again?" she asked softly.
He laughed in her ear. He was kissing her! She felt his soft lips on the side of her forehead. The goatee tickled.
"Wait," she said. "What do you think you’re doing?"
He laughed again. "I don't want this evening to end. I want to find out if what I think is happening to me is happening to us. Don't you feel it too?" he whispered.
"It been a long time since . . ." she replied softly. "I haven't been . . . that is . . . I'm not . . ." She couldn't seem to finish her thought, unsure of what she was really trying to say.
He turned her so she was forced to stare into his eyes. There was no mistaking the look in them, an intense sexual interest. An interest she knew was mirrored in her own eyes. "From the first moment I saw you, I felt something. I’m very attracted to you," he said.
"You are?" she said with wonder. "Why?" she asked.
"Guess you never look in the mirror, eh?" He pulled her tightly against him; she could feel how much he wanted her. His hands were roaming her body now, caressing her waist and her back. She found herself melting at his touch. Surprised at her audacity she murmured, "You haven’t even kissed me."
"Easy to fix that," he said as one hand came up to tilt her chin toward him. He bent his head, his lips coming to rest on hers. A soft kiss, a light kiss, a million volts of electricity kiss. The kiss took on a life of its own; it grew and grew until she thought she would explode from it. His mouth was fastened so tightly to hers, the pressure was so intense she actually felt herself go weak in the knees. She leaned into him, her arms finally encircling his neck, hanging on for dear life. She couldn’t breathe. She tore her mouth from his, laid her head on his shoulder, panting as if she had just run a marathon. Her heart was beating so fast she wondered why she hadn’t had a heart attack. Her body tingled everywhere.
His breathing sounded a little ragged. She could tell the kiss had effected him just as much as it had her. He lifted her head up and said seriously, "So you feel it too?"
She knew what he was asking her. This wasn't just about being attracted. This was about sex. She had never considered doing this before in her life. She hadn't been a virgin when she'd married Dan, but she'd never had sex with a total stranger either. Still, something in his eyes, something in the way her body responded to him urged her to go ahead. She nodded, still for the moment unable to speak. Still giddy with desire. Finally, she said, "I want to explore it I think. It's just . . . I was married for so long. I'm not sure."
"Do I have to kiss you again?" he teased.
"That depends," she with a flirtatiousness she didn't even know she had. "What part of me did you want to kiss next?"
He laughed. His eyes twinkled as he said, "I expect I’ll have kissed all parts before I’m done."
Julie swallowed hard and nodded her assent. It seemed to take forever, but finally they were alone in her hotel room. Once there, she was suddenly a little shy. She turned on the light next to the bed and then stopped. The room was completely dominated by the bed. They could really only be there for one purpose.
He stood just inside the doorway as if unsure what to do next. He studied her for a moment and finally asked, "I didn’t mean to . . . That is . . . are you sure?"
She studied him for a long moment. He was so beautiful. What did she have to lose? She went to him. She put her arms around his neck and said, "I’m sure. Are you?"
He gazed at her desire burning in his dark eyes. "Oh yeah, I’m sure." Then he bent his head and began to kiss her again.
Within seconds, all rational thought was gone. Now they were two very passionate people in heat. His hands explored her body and she explored his. Soon he was pulling her blouse from her skirt and unsnapping her bra. His mouth moved down from her lips to her throat, straight for the cleavage he’d eyed so hungrily. Her hands were under his shirt, feeling the soft hair and the tight muscles.
They became a tangle of hands and clothes. Now the passion, the need, was so urgent they could not get undressed fast enough. He was pulling her down, down to the floor; his mouth fastened on a hard nipple. She was moaning, reaching for his belt, trying to get his pants undone. Her hands brushed his erection. He moaned. He was trying to suck a nipple and get his pants off at the same time. He couldn’t do it. He released her breast. She attempted to help him and finally, his shaft was free.
He pulled up her skirt and sucked in his breath when he realized she wasn’t wearing any panties. "What?"
"It’s a garter belt darlin’," she said with a laugh. His look of lust was so incredible, she was glad she had let Beth convince her to purchase the lingerie and wear it.
The sight of the garter belt, sans panties, seemed to incite him further. His mouth was back at her breasts, his hands all over her. She reached for his hard shaft to guide it in. She was more than ready for him. He slipped into her wetness with a groan.
She pulled at his chest, wanting to feel him full on her, all of him. She threw her arms around him, her legs between his. His mouth again fastened on hers, his tongue probing, teasing, and now moving in time to his movements within her.
She pushed against him, wanting to feel every inch of him inside her. It felt so different being with him. She realized then that she had never really experienced sex just for the pure passionate pleasure of the act. She moaned from the sheer rapture of the erotic sensations overwhelming her body.
Her enjoyment really got to him. He plunged into her harder and faster. She moved with him, her hands roaming his back, his buttocks. She arched upward, her body beginning to move towards orgasm. His questing fingers found her bud. He stroked it.
"Oh god," she said as she felt the orgasm overtake her.
She gripped him so tightly; the spasms from her orgasm squeezing him like a vise. Now he stroked faster, grinding into her as hard as he could. Within seconds, he too was having his own climax. The spasms tore through him for a moment and then when they eased, he began to stroke her bud again.
This time her orgasm was even stronger, she could feel the spasms rushing through her, feel the liquid pour out of her. When her spasms subsided, he slipped out of her. She caught her breath, looked at his face, and smiled. Then she laughed. "We must have been desperate. We couldn’t even make it to the bed."
Brett saw the humor. The two of them were lying on the floor their remaining clothing in total disarray. Julie was naked from the waist up, her long skirt bunched up around her thighs, garter belt and silk stockings still on. He was naked from the waist down, his legs still between hers, though they were no longer joined.
Julie studied Brett’s face as he shifted position and hovered above her. To her great surprise, his gorgeous dark eyes still seemed to be filled with hunger despite their coupling. Now his fingers traced the bowls of her breasts gently.
She smiled in contentment. "Really," she said aloud, deciding to echo the thought that had been running through her head, "you should be illegal. No one should look as good as you."
He laughed and lay down on the floor. His fingers teased her nipples. "I was thinking the same thing about you."
"Now that," she said as she leaned over his prone body, "is patently untrue." She stroked the soft goatee that surrounded his full sensual lips. "But thanks for the thought."
He pulled her into his arms, crushed her to his chest, his hands explored the curves of her back. "I think you’re beautiful."
"Um," she murmured as she slipped her hands under his shirt. Her fingers explored the soft hair she couldn’t see, the well-defined muscles he had obviously worked so hard to achieve. She found his nipples and lightly teased them.
He pulled her more tightly against him kissing the top of her head and her forehead. Now his hands roamed up toward her neck ending up finally in her hair. He ran his fingers through the curls. She let herself lay down against him inhaling his scent. Maleness mixed with the sweet scent of sated passion. One hand still explored his chest under the shirt, but now, she wanted to see it. She began to unbutton the rest of the buttons.
She raised her body up slightly and pushed the shirt off his shoulders. She sucked in her breath. The chest was magnificent. Possibly, the most perfect chest she’d ever seen. Each muscle so clearly defined with pecs you could probably bounce a quarter off, all covered with soft dark hair.
She kissed his lips lightly and then began to explore with her mouth. She kissed his body slowly, moving over every inch of his shoulders, his throat, down that chest. She finally reached his nipples, lightly tickled them with her lips, then with her tongue. She could hear the change in his breathing, the beat of his heart, the shift in his body. She began to gently suck first one nipple and then the other.
His hands were in her hair again. "That feels so good," he murmured.
She reveled in the newness of it. His body was so beautiful, like a statue created just for her. Her fingers explored the tight muscles in his arms, feeling the pulse of his body as she played at arousing him. The pure pleasure of seeing and feeling his response was also arousing her. She could feel herself getting wet again. It had NEVER been like this with Dan.
He was most definitely being aroused. She could see when she lowered her eyes; he was beginning to expand. That part of him was beautiful too. She hadn’t taken a good look at it the first time, but now she could see it was long and thick. She reached down to touch him, her nails lightly running up and down the length of him.
He sucked in his breath and she could feel his stomach muscles tighten beneath her. "That feels really good," he said.
She laughed. "I’ll bet it does." Suddenly she felt a new kind of lust overwhelm her. With Dan, she had always followed, never taken the lead. Now suddenly, with this man, this stranger, she wanted to take control. "Tell me," she said softly. "What else do you like?"
Brett didn’t answer at first, unsure of what to say. Although they had spent the evening together, they were still strangers. Yet, a part of him felt as if he’d known her forever. He knew, without her telling him that this was probably a first for her. He knew, somehow that this experience was an awakening for her. She seemed so eager, so open and he wanted to be honest.
She continued to run her fingernails up and down his manhood, watching it expand and harden at her touch. His breath continued to quicken and she could feel his heart began to race.
She bent her head to again suck his nipples as she waited for him to speak. Finally when she thought he wouldn’t answer, he did.
Brett took a deep breath and decided to tell her to truth. He said softly, "I like all of it. The touching, the kissing, the playing, the teasing, the lovemaking. All of it," he repeated. He pulled her head from his chest to look into her eyes. "I really like it when a woman comes all over me."
She sucked in her breath. Could he mean? Dan had never been that interested in pleasuring her that way. On the rare occasions when he would, he always acted as if it was a chore. She decided to be brave. "Any particular place you like that to happen?" she asked.
"Oh yeah," he said with a big grin. "Definitely."
His hands were moving now, down her back, past her waist. His fingers traced a path down the silk on the outside edge of her thighs, then back up the inside. Soft fingers caressing soft silk on the inside of her thighs, going higher, teasing, searching. The fingers teased her briefly, just lightly brushing the outside of her opening, just enough to make her gasp. Then the fingers moved back to the tops of her thighs, towards the garter belt, fingering the little clip that connected the stockings.
"You really need to lose that skirt," he said huskily.
"No problem," she replied, "but I’ll need to get up."
He released his hold on her. She rose from the floor, reached for the zipper on the side of her skirt and then stepped out of it as it fell to the floor. Now all she wore was the black garter belt and the stockings. She stood there for a moment; her legs slightly apart, her pelvis thrust forward, her hands on her hips, letting him look at her. She hoped he would find the sight more erotic than complete nakedness.
He did. He jumped up from the floor and grabbed her around the waist. His mouth came down on hers in a passionate kiss. His tongue probed into her mouth almost immediately, hungry, searching. Hers came out to join his, tracing the shape of his mouth. His hands were everywhere, her back, her buttocks, her breasts, and her belly.
She was getting lost in sensations, desire overwhelming her. The first coupling had been like a raging fire being doused, one which was hungry and desperate and totally out of control. Now the need for completion was not so urgent. This fire was being fed instead of doused, incited to burn hotter instead of being put out.
He was pressing against her. She could feel how hard he’d become. Every place he touched her was on fire. His mouth devouring hers was almost too much to handle. She thought her heart would explode from the way it beat.
He began to walk her toward the bed. She felt the edge of it on the back of her thighs. He moved his hands to her shoulders, pressed lightly, urging her to sit. He moved down with her, but his goal was not to join her on the bed. His mouth never left hers as she sat down and he kneeled in front of her. Finally she pulled her mouth away to look at him.
She smiled. He kneeled on the floor, the upper half of his body erect along with his manhood. Her fingers reached for his face and stroked his goatee. He grasped her fingers and began to suck them. "Oh," she murmured and then moaned his name.
He released her hand and parted her legs. His hands ran up and down her thighs, coming to rest again at the clips that held her stockings. He looked to her for acquiescence. She nodded, unable to speak.
He unhooked the clips on her right leg. He moved further between her legs. He bent his head and began to kiss the top of her thigh. His mouth was so soft on her leg, his goatee tickled so softly, his tongue was tracing little patterns on her skin. Slowly, so slowly he began to kiss his way down her leg as he rolled the stocking off, finally getting to her toes, where he proceeded to suck each one.
She was melting under his touch. Her body ached for him, but it also loved every moment. Now he gently dropped her right leg and moved back up her body. She knew she was streaming liquid, unable to stop moaning or to control the mini-orgasms that were shaking her body. The right stocking was completely off. Now he was at the clips for her left stocking. They were undone and his mouth was again beginning the journey down her leg. She moaned his name loudly, her pelvis moving. Her eyes were glazed over, her breathing a series of disconnected pants. "This is torture," she moaned.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked with a smile.
She looked at him, she could tell he was enjoying himself. Her intense pleasure was clearly turning him on. His organ seemed to have grown two sizes since she last looked at it. He looked so incredible kneeling there with her leg in his hand. "No, don’t stop," she replied.
He grinned happily, his eyes crinkling and his dimples appearing. She found the smile devastatingly attractive. She bent her head and kissed him hard. Her mouth pressed to his, her tongue attacking his lips. They kissed for a long moment and then he broke the kiss and said, "A man’s work is just never done. Now where did that leg go?"
She laughed and leaned back on the bed again. Again, he kissed his way down her leg as he rolled the stocking off. Again, he sucked her toes.
She was lost in the reactions of her body. She was writhing on the bed; her hands clenched at her side, afraid of what she might do if she allowed them any freedom. Her body twisted needing more. She felt him release her leg, felt him move further between her legs. His hands again rested on her thighs. She felt them lying there, hot, waiting. She raised her head to look at him curiously.
He was waiting, obviously still not sure she wanted it. She studied him, his eyes kept moving from her face, to her fur-covered mound and back to her face. She smiled and said, "Oh, please."
His expression turned greedy and then he bent again to kiss the top of her thighs. She could feel that mouth, that soft goatee, tickling her as he moved ever closer. Oh god, he was finally there. She felt his breath on her opening; his mouth hovered there, mere centimeters away. He blew on it. She couldn’t stand it; she grabbed his head and pulled it closer.
His tongue lightly traced the lips of her opening and she screamed with pleasure. His tongue slipped inside her and teased her, darting here and there, dancing inside her. She moaned, her body working convulsively toward his face, wanting more. She felt his hands pull her legs closer, felt his tongue stiffen and go deeper inside her. She couldn’t hold back anymore. As he pumped her with his tongue she had a shattering orgasm, spurting liquid, running her pelvis back and forth and up and down. She lost track of time and place, lost track of everything but the feel of his mouth on her. When the spasms calmed down, he began again. This time he went straight for her bud and began to tease it with his tongue, licking it like it was an ice cream cone. Soon she was writhing and bucking again. Now he sucked her bud hard and this climax was even more powerful than the last. She screamed his name and shot more liquid at him. Her body contorted completely, her breath was great gasps, and her heart was exploding in her chest. She twisted up; her hands reached for him. "Please, I want you inside me. Now." she said urgently.
He raised his head briefly and then acted as if he was going to lick her again. His eyes danced with desire and pleasure. She sat up and grabbed at him. "Now! I want you inside me now!"
He laughed, clearly pleased at the intensity of her need. He rose from the floor to stand and look down at her. She lay half on the bed and half off. Her legs open wide, dangled over the side, her breasts were heaving. There was a fine sheen of perspiration on her forehead and her eyes were glazed with passion. He thought she was the sexiest woman he had ever seen.
She sat up. "What are you waiting for?" she asked, suddenly afraid he was shocked at her forwardness.
He laughed again. "Do you have any idea how incredibly sexy you look?" he asked rhetorically. He moved on to the bed and between her legs.
She reached for his erection and to her surprise, he pushed her hands away. "Not just yet," he said as he began to kiss her breasts.
"You really do like to tease," she said. "Only I’m the one who’s being . . . " His fingers had slithered inside her opening and were sliding wetly in and out. It wasn’t exactly what she wanted, but it did feel wonderful. His hot mouth was now tonguing an erect nipple. She found it difficult to breathe. She lost herself in the erotic sensations. His fingers were moving sinuously in and out much faster now and his thumb had found her bud. "Oh god," she breathed. "That feels wonderful, but I want to feel you inside me again."
He slipped his fingers out of her. She looked him up and down; he was so damn gorgeous. That incredible chest, those arms, that face. His erection was a thing of beauty, long, thick, and big. Lust overwhelmed her. She rushed toward him, pushing him flat on his back. Now she hovered above him, her opening poised over his hard shaft, her breasts scant inches from his beautiful mouth.
He grabbed her head in both hands and pulled her mouth to his. He kissed her gently, his mouth tasting of him and her and sex. His goatee reeked of her come. Before she had always pulled her mouth away. Before she had been disgusted. Only somehow, this time, it was wonderful. His mouth explored hers gently, his tongue teasing, tasting, and transferring her musk from his mouth to hers.
She let herself fall against him and pressed her breasts to his hard chest. God, it felt so good. His chest was so firm the hair so soft; she could feel the beating of his heart. She shifted her body slightly, now her womanhood lay over his erection. She could feel it beneath her, the temperature of a furnace, could feel herself get wetter at the contact.
He broke the kiss; his fingers left her hair and began to lightly trace her spine, causing her to arch her back. She rubbed herself against him, letting him feel her wetness her need. She felt him throb beneath her. So he wanted to play, did he? Now she’d tease him into submission. She shimmied up his body, hating to lose the feel of him, but knowing in the end, this would be more fun. Now her breasts were inches from his mouth again.
He reached for her breasts and she let him capture them. He teased her nipples with his thumb then bent his head to lick and suck them.
She slipped one of her hands down his body, feeling for him. Ah, there he was. Hard and hot and waiting for her. She grasped his rigid shaft in her hand and held it there. She felt his body tense.
His face was buried in her breasts. He had pushed the two of them together and he was running his tongue back and forth across the nipples, teasing her aureole with his goatee. "Great boobs," he murmured softly.
"Oh god," she could feel another mini-orgasm coming on. She squeezed his organ with her hand, maybe a little too tightly for his comfort from the sound of his moan. She quickly released him as she said, "I can’t concentrate when you do that." He was tweaking her nipples back and forth, as he tongued them.
"You don’t need to concentrate," he said. "Just feel."
"If I feel anymore I’ll be dead," she mumbled.
He laughed. "I don’t think I’ve killed anyone yet," he answered. "But there’s always a first time."
"Think you’re clever, do you?" she asked rhetorically.
He laughed and went back to playing with her breasts. She couldn’t believe it. Her body was simply melting into little pieces, her ache so strong, so intense she could barely stand it. She pulled her breasts away from him. He looked very surprised. She was out of his arms moving down the bed.
"Where do you think you’re going?" he asked. "I wasn’t done!"
She positioned herself over him and reached for his hard organ. She grasped it gently, stroked it straight up and slowly slid down it, wet enough to get him all inside her easily. She didn’t think she had ever felt anything so good. She stayed there, with him fully inside her, not moving, not doing anything.
She sat on him, holding him inside her wetness was like a sweet agony. She longed to feel him move, longed to move on him, but he had teased her, now it was her turn to tease him.
She moved a little from side to side. He moaned. His hands were reaching for her hips. "Not yet," she whispered. "I want to make this last." Her hands began to trace the muscles in his chest, her fingernails tracing patterns, lightly scratching, and tickling. She rubbed his nipples. He moaned again. She knew her body was juicing up around him, any second now, from the intense pleasure of having him inside her, she was going to come again.
At last, he was beginning to lose control. He shifted up on the bed, pulling his lower half and her toward him. He was almost sitting up now and he held her hips tightly. His eyes were dark with passion. He pushed his pelvis up, trying to push himself deeper into her, but she wouldn’t move with him. Not yet. He tried again, now his face a study in frustration. "What are you waiting for?" he asked huskily.
"Tell me what you want," she murmured.
"Ride me," he whispered.
Oh the sound of it! The very idea sent shivers through her. She rode him slowly, feeling empty as she rose high and full again when she ground back down into his pubic hair. For what seemed a long time and a sweet agony she rode him languidly, leisurely, as if there was no hurry in the world. When she was on an upward swing, he grabbed her hips tightly, held her there, and thrust up hard.
"Oh," she moaned. "Do that again!"
"You don’t have to ask me twice," he muttered as he began to thrust into her with force. He held her tightly in place with his strong arms and pounded upward.
It was glorious. He was so hard and so demanding. She felt him began to quicken his thrusts and was afraid he was about to come. She said, "Stop."
"Stop?" he repeated rather breathlessly. "Why?"
"I don’t want you to come yet."
He laughed softly. She rose up and felt him slide completely out of her. She bent down and crawled up his body again, laying her wetness on his hardness. She kissed his lips lightly and said, "You feel so good inside me. I want it to last forever." She rubbed against him, teasing her bud with the big thick head of his erection. He moaned beneath her. His hands were roaming her back, trying to spread her legs. She kept them tightly together and continued to rub against him. He moaned again.
She knew he was stronger and could take control anytime. She wondered why he didn’t and then realized he really did like the tease, the delay, and the anticipation. She rubbed herself against him some more. "You like that, don’t you?" she asked.
He grabbed her face and kissed her hard. The pressure of his mouth was intense. Suddenly he twisted and rolled her over. Now he was on top of her. He parted her legs, reached for his organ and thrust himself inside. "Oh yeah," he said. "I like that, but I like this better."
"Me too," she said as she ran her fingers through his hair.
He began sliding slowly in and out teasing her again. He raised himself up on one arm and stared down at her. His eyes darkened at the passion he saw on her face and his body began to move. He ground into her with a mindless frenzy, his thrusts powerful and quick. She raised her legs and put them around his waist to pull him deeper inside.
He lost all semblance of control then. He moaned her name; she thought it never sounded better. He pounded into her harder and faster, his hands everywhere, his mouth everywhere, and their bodies rubbing everywhere. The friction was intense. The sound of flesh slapping flesh was loud. Her body arched to meet every thrust. Their bodies were slick with sweat. She rubbed his buttocks, urging him on. With a thrust so strong she thought she would split in half, they both came.
They lay there, panting, hearts racing, bodies soaked with sweat and the juices of sex. She let her legs fall from his waist to the bed. His head dropped to her breasts. She could feel the damp curls at the nape of his neck.
She stroked his soft and silky hair. He raised his head to stare at her. He stroked the side of her face. He kissed her nose and she felt him slip out of her.
She groaned as she felt him leave her body, wishing he could stay hard and inside her forever. He rolled off her and sat up in the bed, pulling some pillows up behind his back and leaning on the headboard.
She gazed up at him from her prone position, studying the powerful arms and hairy chest. She shook her head, "I don’t think I could ever get tired of looking at you. You have the most incredible body I have ever seen. Just perfect." she sighed.
He reached for her and pulled her up. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back against his chest, holding her tightly.
She lay against him, feeling the hardness of that glorious chest, the steady beat of his heart, the warmth of his breath on her ear, his soft goatee on the nape of her neck.
They said nothing for a long time, simply laying there in companionable silence, sated and content. Finally, he said, "You have the gift of silence."
"Hardly," was her reply. "I’m just too mellow to babble."
He laughed and began to gently caress one of her breasts. His fingers teased a nipple lightly. "You don’t want to talk about . . . "
"Talk about what?" she asked. God he had great hands. She was getting aroused again.
"Most women . . ." he let the sentence dangle.
"I am not most women," was her answer. As soon as she said it, she realized with a newfound pride that it was true. She reached a hand down to stroke his thigh.
He laughed softly, his fingers continuing to caress her nipple. "No, I don’t suppose you are."
"Brett," she said softly. "It was wonderful. I've never . . . That is, well, I'm not in the habit of . . . I'm . . ." She couldn't seem to get the words out.
"Julie, I'm not in the habit of making love with strangers either. But you have to admit something happened between us before we even got this far."
She smiled. Her big eyes opened even wider as she studied his face. "You're a very nice man," she said finally.
He grinned at that. "Why do I think that sounds like the kiss of death?"
She laughed. "Oh Brett. I didn't mean it as a kiss-off."
"Kiss-off?" he repeated the phrase like he'd never heard it before.
"Brush off?" she tried. Still his face looked blank. "Um," she grinned ruefully and looked away. "You know, thanks, nice to meet you. See you around some time. That kind of thing."
"Then you do think something more than just, for lack of a better work, lust has happened between us?"
She shook her head. "I don't know. This is all new to me. I mean, I've never done this before and well, I can't imagine ANY woman not jumping your bones. So . . .."
He laughed softly. "But you've already said you aren't just any woman."
"So I did," she repeated softly.
He laughed and pulled her tighter against him. "How long will you be here?"
"That depends," she said. "Beth's been trying to convince me to move here. There's really nothing to keep me in North Carolina anymore."
"Well," Brett said slowly, "I'll be here for two months. I want to get to know you better. We should take plenty of time to explore our feelings."
Julie reached down to caress his expanding organ. "Or explore something else?" Julie asked with a laugh.
Brett laughed with her. "Come on, say you'll stay in LA. Give us a chance."
Julie studied the gorgeous man in bed with her. What did she have to lose? She nodded her agreement and guessed this might be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
The End?