The tall, dark haired man pushed his chair back and stood to address the audience. Cathy crossed her long legs, enjoying the rasping sound as her nylon stockings rubbed together and the warm dampness of her panties as they were squeezed in the apex of her thighs. Ashamed and excited by her thoughts, she stared at the handsome man, lost in erotic imaginings as she fixed her gaze on his body. The beautifully tailored Italian pants clung to every curve of his firm behind and the well cut material only highlighted the slight swelling at the front. Together with the tapered, crisp white shirt, David Manning exuded power and sexuality.
Cathy shook herself out of her reverie, telling herself firmly that she could not afford to swoon after some 30 year old married man who, even if he was a partner in her office, was both out of her reach and a distraction to her ambitions. At twenty-two, with no college education, she had things to do and places to go. She was not going to be distracted by some testosterone-driven macho man. She was on this course to learn, improve herself, get closer to her dream of becoming a legal executive, and no handsome control freak was going to stop her achieving her goal. And yet! . . . Ever since she had joined the firm six months ago, David had been her friend. He seemed instinctively to understand her desires and her frustrations and of course, curse him, had suggested this course for her to Clifford McKay, the senior partner.
Not hearing a word of David’s presentation on how the legal profession could be made more accessible for women, Cathy slipped into reflecting on how much this man had become an obsession with her.
On her first day in her job as the partners’ PA, David had been in Clifford’s office as her responsibilities had been explained.
“Clifford, I don’t think we need be so formal. Let me take Cathy to meet the troops and show her around. She seems a bright girl. I’m sure she’ll pick things up as she goes along. Anyway, Karen and I can always help if there’s any problem.”
Opening the door, he had ushered her out with a friendly touch on her shoulder that had made her shiver.
From that moment on he had looked after her like an elder brother. He had introduced her to all the staff in the small office, including Karen Harding, the other partner.
Despite his hectic life and constant travelling, David always had time to talk to her, explain things to her. On evenings when they had worked late, he always insisted on taking her, Karen and any others around, for a pizza or a Chinese meal before driving her back to her apartment on his way home to his wife.
He couldn’t know what he was doing to her. The friendly pats on the back, putting his hand on top of hers, the innocent peck on the cheek when he dropped her off, were the actions of a close friend, yet she had become infatuated with him. Why had she never invited him in? Why did she go to sleep stroking her pussy and imagining that the fingers were David’s?
“And that, ladies and gentleman, concludes what I wanted to say to you. Are there any questions?”
The enthusiastic round of applause shook Cathy back to reality. David was quickly surrounded by his admiring audience, congratulating him on his lecture.
“Typical!” thought Cathy with frustration as she gathered her things and started for the door. “A last minute replacement, an impromptu speech and he’d knocked their socks off. I wonder if he’s as good in bed?”
Still shocked by her lewd thought, Cathy felt her cheeks burn when suddenly David clutched her arm.
“Hi you, bit of a madhouse in here. No time to chat now. I will see you at dinner though, won’t I?”
Nonplussed, she gazed up into his brown eyes and replied, “Yeah, I guess so, but… I didn’t think you’d be staying on.”
“The prospect of a fine meal was too tempting for me. Couldn’t be bothered to drive home anyway, so I’ve got a room here tonight. See you later, must go and lap up the fan worship.”
With that he disappeared back in the throng and Cathy made her way to the lift up to her room. Once safely inside she tried to collect her thoughts. David was staying! She and David were going to sleep in the same hotel! Her mind raced with the possibilities. She told herself to be sensible. Was it remotely likely that David, a happily married man, her boss, would let anything happen between them? Above all, a successful lawyer would know better than to step out of line with a colleague, especially one so much lower down the food chain.
She looked at her large double bed with its rich burgundy comforter and saw the scene in her mind’s eye.
The two of them were lying naked, clasped in a fierce embrace with their lips locked together and their tongues exploring each others mouths. David’s hand was exploring the crease at the top of her thigh, stoking the fire that seemed to be raging in her loins. As the fingers began gently stroking her engorged outer labia, the fire began emitting sparks that shot through all her body. She felt one finger, then another invade the tight wetness of her vagina. The tempo of the fingers moving inside her increased and she could feel the friction against the sopping walls of her pussy driving her to the edge. When his thumb found her swollen clitoris and started rubbing she exploded in climax, bolts of lightning spreading from the depths of her belly. Her whole body shook with the electric sensations between her thighs.
She saw, as her head slowly cleared the fantasy away, that the bed was still empty and unruffled and shamefully realised that she was standing with her hand under her skirt. Her hand was jammed inside her dripping panties with moisture dribbling down the inside of her thighs and two fingers deeply embedded in her pussy.
“Get a grip, girl!” she told herself crossly. It was utter madness to let herself get so carried away by her fantasies of this man. It was more like the blind passion of a schoolgirl crush than the mature desires of a 22 year old wannabe executive.
And yet …. She had never given herself such powerful orgasms until she had the image of David to masturbate to.
She looked at her watch. Time was slipping by and she only had an hour to get ready for the evening. This was the formal end of course dinner and she must make an effort, Cathy told herself. For herself. Of course it had nothing to do with the fact that David would be there. He was just a secondary factor she frantically tried to convince herself.
She poured herself a large gin and tonic from the minibar fridge, an expense account was a wonderful thing, and went into the bathroom to run a bath. As the hot water gushed from the faucet, she tossed in a capsule of the aloe vera bath oil thoughtfully provided by the hotel. Stripping quickly, she dropped her clothes in an untidy heap on the floor. A sense of guilt made her bend down and stuff the soiled panties out of sight under the skirt and garter belt before walking naked back into the bedroom to get her drink.
There was a certain erotic decadence in wandering nude round a hotel suite she felt, made more exciting by the glimpses she caught in the mirrored wardrobe doors of her slim, tall, olive skinned body with the jet black triangle of hair at the top of her legs. Damn it, couldn’t she stop thinking about sex for a moment!
Putting her glass on the side of the bath, she slid into the steaming, foaming water, enjoying the feeling as the heat slowly swallowed her body; legs, thighs, stomach and breasts. Her breasts were too small, she thought as she fondled them, touching the dark brown nipples that had become firmly erect in the hot water. Still, a girl can’t have everything, she mused. The rest of her lithe body was OK; enough curves to turn a few male heads anyway, even if there was no-one close enough to appreciate them fully.
Luxuriating dreamily in the silky liquid, her hands moved down her body and slipped between her long, willowy legs. Exploring the tops of her thighs, she began stroking her still puffy labia. She pulled herself up sharply, telling herself this wouldn’t do. If she didn’t get a move on she would be late. She stepped out of the bath and, wrapping a large fluffy towel round her, went into the bedroom.
The choice of clothes was fairly simple as she had decided what to wear before she left home, and she laid the garments out on the bed. The towel followed and she sat naked in front of the dressing table mirror to fix her hair and make-up. She was pleased with the result. Her curly, jet black hair shone and the understated blue eye shadow highlighted her chestnut brown eyes.
Fifteen minutes later she was ready. As she took a final look in the mirror she wondered if she hadn’t perhaps been a bit too risqué. The pale blue long-sleeved blouse did not expose much flesh but the ultra thin material was very revealing. Her body was clearly visible through the material as was her white bra. Also, the beige silk skirt was a bit short and clung too closely to her contours to allow her to wear a garter belt and stockings. Well, it couldn’t be helped. She didn’t have any other options! She grabbed her bag and room key, closed the door and walked down the corridor, her long, bare legs shimmering in the light.
Downstairs, her high heels clicked on the marble floor of the atrium as Cathy crossed to the private dining room. To her great disappointment she saw there was a formal seating plan giving her no chance of a place close to David. In fact, she could hardly have been put further away from him. At least that would stop her making a fool of herself, she thought.
By the time she found her place, all her fellow table companions were already seated. From the round of introductions it was depressingly clear to Cathy that dinner conversation was unlikely to be very stimulating; boring sport from the men and banalities about work and babies from the women.
Thank goodness David’s prediction about the food had been right. It was superb. Asparagus and smoked salmon followed by magret de canard with a bittersweet cherry sauce, attentive waiters ready to refill wine glasses as soon as they were half empty. Cathy knew she was drinking too much but didn’t care. She might as well drown her sorrows she told herself bitterly.
The sound of raucous laughter from David’s table was impossible to ignore. Across the room she could see him grinning broadly, whispering something in the ear of the beautiful blonde course director. He had his hand on her bare shoulder and, although Cathy tried to suppress her emotions, anger and jealousy welled up inside her.
A loud rattling of plates and cutlery indicated that the meal, which had seemed interminable to Cathy, was finally over. Now for the closing speeches but she knew she couldn’t stand this torture any longer. Muttering something about not feeling very well, she slipped from the table and went to the lobby. Not ready to go upstairs, she ordered a glass of white wine at the bar and took it to one of the comfortable armchairs.
She knew she had to sort her mind out. This was getting crazier by the day. What she needed, she told herself, was a sensible plan of action. If she couldn’t have David, and that looked pretty obvious, she would have to get him out of her life and not have to see him every day, hear his seductive voice. A new job, that’s what she needed. But why? She liked it where she was. She felt she was making good progress and she got on well with her colleagues and the other partners, Clifford and Karen. What could she do?
“Well, well. What have we here? A naughty girl who’s sneaked out of class early. Perhaps I should go and tell teacher about you.”
A shiver ran through her as David’s hands rested on her shoulders.
“How about you then?” was all she could think to reply.
“Oh, I couldn’t face all that speechifying nonsense, so I made an excuse about having work to finish for tomorrow. Can I get some more wine and join you?”
“What about …” She had been going to say, “What about that well endowed blonde woman you seemed to be joined to surgically all evening!” but bit it back just in time.
“What about what?”
“Er, nothing. Of course, you’re more than welcome to sit here.”
As David went to the bar, Cathy wondered if she really needed this, a friendly chat with a man who was shredding her emotions, powering her lustful fantasies. She was sure it was a mistake but desire was stronger than good sense.
As he sat down next to her, putting a bottle of wine and two fresh glasses on the low table, the back of his hand briefly brushed her bare knee sending goose bumps along her leg. She breathed in the sweet aroma of his cologne, Calvin Klein’s Contradiction she guessed. ‘Obsession’ would have been more appropriate for him, she told herself bitterly.
“You look absolutely stunning tonight Cathy,” he said whilst putting his hand on top of hers. “And that blouse is to die for, elegant with just a hint of naughtiness.”
“It’s yours if you want but I don’t think it would suit you,” she quipped nervously and immediately cursed herself for such a crass remark.
She was a bundle of nerves and just couldn’t think straight. Looking into his soft brown eyes only six inches away from her face, her senses swimming with his manly smell and the sound of his voice, her brain had gone into overload. This was so different from usual. The way he was talking and touching her wasn’t his normal brotherly manner. Well, if it was, there was more than a hint of incest in the air!
He took his hand off hers to take a sip of wine. She almost gasped as he then drew his cold, damp fingertips across the back of her hand making her skin prickle. Cathy wasn’t sure whether he was serious or it was just the effect of too much wine. Anyway, she decided, it was something of what she had craved for so long and she was going to make the most of it while it lasted.
“Cathy, look, I’m sorry,” the soft voice broke into her reverie. “I didn’t mean to be rude about your blouse. I just meant it made you look so sexy.
“Look, I’ve a confession to make to you. I lied to you earlier about staying the night…”
“What!” she blurted out in panic, her concern showing only too clearly in her face. “You mean you haven’t booked a room?”
“No, no, no. Of course I’ve got a room. After this much wine I couldn’t possibly drive home.”
“Then what? I don’t understand what you mean.” Cathy’s fear and bewilderment could be read in her face.
He hesitated, searching for words. Cathy had never seen him anything less than totally poised and confident and she began to worry about what he was going to say next.
“I just wanted to… to spend some time with you… away from the office,” his voice had dropped to an earnest whisper.
“I couldn’t say it before and I’m probably wrong saying it now but, Cathy, I’m …I’m very attracted to you. More than I should be in the circumstances I suppose.”
Cathy’s heart stopped, her mouth fell open and she just stared, speechless and incredulous, at his anxious face only inches from her own. His searching eyes and furrowed brow clear evidence of his worry of having said too much.
A torrent of conflicting thoughts and questions cascaded through Cathy’s mind all at once as if a floodgate had been opened suddenly. Had she heard him correctly? Did he mean what she thought he meant? Why now? What did he want? What should she do?
The last answer was clear. Common sense told her she should make her excuses and escape. But she didn’t want to! She could politely laugh things off, walk away and preserve her secret fantasies; and her job. But desire kept her immobile and silent. She craved whatever he was offering her.
David saw the confusion in her face and spoke first, “Look, I’m so sorry. I’m out of line. I shouldn’t have said all that, it’s probably the wine talking. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. Will you forgive me?” His distraught face was a picture of agony and Cathy felt tears welling in her eyes seeing him struggle.
“No, no! It was completely out of order. Forget what I said and I’ll just say goodnight and go upstairs,” he said, beginning to lever himself out of the armchair.
Suddenly the turbulence cleared from her mind, to be replaced by a deep serenity. Cathy knew she had to seize this moment or lose it forever.
Not knowing where she found such a firm and authoritative voice, she began,
“Listen to me David, please,
“I’ve wanted you from the moment I set eyes on you. I knew it was ridiculous. What would a man like you, sophisticated, educated and all that see in a silly, young innocent like me. All the time you were being nice, helping me, I was trying to read much more into it than there was.”
“But, Cathy, there was so much more in it. It’s been all I could do not to touch you or tell you how I feel about you. It all just seemed so wrong and, anyway, I thought you’d be repulsed if a dirty old man came on to you.”
Cathy’s melodic laugh echoed round the lobby.
“You are many things, David Manning, but I don’t think ‘dirty old man’ will ever be one of them.”
David fiddled nervously with the stem of his wine glass.
“No, you don’t understand, it’s complicated. Not just because I’m older than you and your boss. I can’t explain the details to you but, believe me, there are a thousand and one good reasons why you should let me leave now and forget tonight. Let’s go back to where we were before – unfulfilled fantasies. A sweet angel like you shouldn’t get mixed up with me, I promise you.”
Cathy looked incredulous. Nothing seemed to make any sense, certainly David didn’t make sense. She knew him; this sexy, intelligent man, gentle and strong at the same time. Whatever black stain he thought he had on his soul was probably something that most people would regard as nothing, she was sure of that.
“David, don’t tell me what to think or do. You may think I’m still wet behind the ears but I’m old enough to make my own judgements and decisions. Maybe, in comparison with you, I’m still a bit naïve but I know what I want and I want you. If I understood the nonsense you were saying, you feel the same about me.”
“There are no ‘buts’. I’ve waited too long for this. Take the moment, before it’s gone.”
They sat silently staring into each other’s eyes until a loud burst of applause coming from the dining room broke the spell.
“Oh, hell,” exclaimed David crossly. “That’s the speeches ended. I can’t be seen here after saying I had work to do. I must disappear.”
“Right,” said Cathy, taking charge. “Grab the bottle and follow me!” As she marched purposefully to the elevators she smiled to herself, thinking how the roles had been completely reversed and she was now in control. David trailed behind her and she swung her hips more than usual, fairly certain that his eyes would be glued to the tightly sheathed globes of her round bottom.
The doors closed and they started to go up. Cathy threw her arms round his neck and pulled his face down to meet hers as she pushed him against the side of the elevator, crushing her soft body against his firm one. Her bra encased breasts were mashed against his muscular chest and she could feel his hardness pressing into her lower belly. Their lips were just touching when the elevator shuddered and came to a stop at Cathy’s floor. “Damn,” cursed Cathy as she broke away from the clinch. Taking David by the hand like a small child, she strode purposefully to her room, her high heels sinking in the plush pile of the carpet.
As she fiddled in her bag for her card key David finally found his voice.
“A bit forward aren’t we? I thought it was customary to invite someone up for a nightcap rather than kidnapping them. Perhaps I’m a nice boy who doesn’t feel safe in the clutches of a marauding Amazon.”
Cathy gave a nervous giggle. “If I were, you’d be quite safe. Amazons weren’t too keen on men as I recall.”
“Anyway,” she added, opening the door and going in, “If I hadn’t done something, you’d have run away like a startled rabbit.”
“Perhaps I should’ve done just that,” mused David, closing the door. He was beginning to wonder if his hormones hadn’t given his brain a night off.
Once inside the room, Cathy could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She didn’t know if it was excitement or fear; probably both she thought. To give herself time to think, she turned towards the sideboard.
“I’ll get some glasses, take your jacket off and make yourself comfortable,” she blurted out, trying to control the opposing emotions fighting within her.
In her fantasies it had all been so easy. He would come into her bedroom and the next instant they would be lying naked, entwined together. She had never imagined the practicalities between the two scenarios. Here she was with a tall, handsome, virile man in her room and they were both fully dressed. What happens next? Should they have a drink and talk some more, or should she start taking her clothes off?
This was excruciating. She had never stripped in front of a man in her entire life, had never been naked in front of a man. What would he do? Would he just sit and watch her undress or would he be getting naked too? She couldn’t face the embarrassment. She just couldn’t stand there fiddling with hooks, catches and zips while he took off shirt, socks and pants. No, however much she wanted David, she would have to tell him it was a mistake and ask him to go!
As she leant forward on the furniture, racked by confusion, she suddenly felt two strong hands on her hips. She was gently but firmly turned round and the sweet smell of male cologne filled her senses as he pulled her towards him and clamped his mouth onto hers in a hard crushing kiss. At first she resisted but then, driven by some unconscious force, she yielded, returning the passion of his kiss and letting his searching tongue explore between her lips deep into her mouth. She held him tightly, feeling his firm hands on her back, pulling her into him. Cathy wanted to stay like that forever.
Reluctantly she tore her mouth away and tried to pull back from him but his hands took her shoulders in a powerful grip, keeping her close as his brown eyes searched her face intently.
“Cathy, what’s wrong?”
“Er … nothing. Nothing’s wrong. Nothing at all.”
“Don’t be silly! I could see you getting the glasses, or rather not getting them. You looked as if you were having heart failure, so tell me, what’s the matter.”
Her mouth suddenly dry, Cathy stood still, incapable of speech or movement. She could feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment and couldn’t raise her head to look him in the eyes. Suddenly the dam burst and with tears streaming down her face, she threw herself in his arms.
“David, David, oh David! It’s so awful! I’m so stupid! We shouldn’t be here like this,” she cried into his chest, making a wet patch on his shirt. Her whole body was shaking with her uncontrollable sobbing.
Steering her gently, David guided her to the bed and sat down, pulling her down beside him. He just waited, with his arm round her shoulder, until the storm began to subside. She felt like a naughty schoolgirl who had just been found out in some terrible sin.
Finally, he said quietly, “Well! I’ve had many reactions from women when I’ve gone into their bedroom but no-one has burst out crying before!”
Despite herself, Cathy couldn’t suppress a slight giggle. How like her ‘big brother’ to find the right words to comfort her. She snuggled in closer to him wanting to be a little girl protected by her big, strong friend.
“Listen to me, David,” she finally plucked up the courage to say. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have … I … I think I got you here on false pretences, I mean ….”
“You mean all evening, until you opened your door, you wanted to make love with me but now you’ve gone right off the idea and wish I wasn’t here.”
“Yes, I mean, no, I mean …. I’m confused. I mean I’ve never done this before.”
“What? You mean you’ve never enticed a poor male into your bedroom and suddenly found he repulsed you so much you couldn’t dream of him touching you?”
The mocking tone made Cathy feel so small and childlike.
“No, I haven’t, I mean… I’ve never had a man in my bedroom before. No, that’s not right … well, I suppose it is.” Burbling incoherently and mortified with shame, Cathy knew her clammy hands were shaking terribly.
“You see … it’s like this … it’s … I’ve never made love with anyone. I … I’m a … I’m a … virgin,” she finally managed to force out in a whisper.
There was a long pause. Cathy waited for David to burst out in anger, tell her she was a stupid girl to lead him on and storm out. Instead, he shifted her position on the bed so her back was leaning against his chest and linked his arms round her waist, resting his clasped hands at the base of her belly. He spoke softly in her ear.
“Dear, dear Cathy. I’m so sorry; I never imagined … I mean it never crossed my mind. Beautiful, sexy Cathy – I just assumed you had a string of conquests behind you. Hot, passionate sex and a heap of heartbroken, abandoned lovers.”
She could feel the warmth of his hands between her thighs through the thin material of her skirt. Desire and embarrassment fought a battle inside her.
“Oh believe me, David, I’ve wanted, dreamed of that but… but it never seemed possible. You see, it’s only in the last few years I’ve found any confidence in myself and, anyway, living at home until last year, there wasn’t really any opportunity. Well, not apart from a gymnastic session in the back of a car. I would have hated that, especially the first time. I’ve always imagined that it would be so special… so memorable.”
David stayed silent, just holding her more tightly, willing her to unburden herself.
“Until I met you, I’ve never felt passionate about a man. Sure, the physical gropings were nice but, sort of, like picking up the tab for something… I don’t know. I’ve fantasised about you for months, dreamt of being with you like this and now…”
“Cathy, don’t punish yourself.” David was fighting to put her best interests before his own physical desires. “We need to take things slower, let you get comfortable about it all.
“I’ll leave you now but at least we know now what we both want. We’ll get there when you’re ready.”
“No, David! Please don’t go!” Cathy almost shouted as she felt her desire build again in the arms of this attractive man, “Help me, please. I want it to be you…I want it to be now… I want you! I’m just shy. Be the one to teach me, show me how good it can be. It feels so right with you.”
In the silence that followed Cathy felt him move. Through the thin fabric of her blouse she felt his hands lightly stroke her arms from shoulder to elbow. When teeth began gently nibbling her ear, a shiver ran through her whole body. As the mouth slid down and began planting butterfly kisses on the nape of her neck, she sighed and let herself fall back against his chest.
“Like this?” he said as his hands moved to caress her stomach.
She knew her guttural groan of submission had been understood when David deftly unbuttoned her blouse, slowly tugged the hem out from the waistband of her skirt and began drawing his fingers over her skin. The touch of his fingertips was soft and feathery as he caressed her stomach. He moved upwards tracing the sides of her breasts through the soft silk of her bra.
There was a feeling of loss as the hands were taken away. But this was only to slide her flimsy blouse off her shoulders. Experienced fingers then unclipped her bra and eased it over her arms. Blushing as her naked breasts were exposed, Cathy was grateful she had her back to him, her body shielding the wanton sight of her hard, erect nipples from his eyes. Even this protection was stripped from her as he guided her down. She was stretched across the bed in languid surrender, her arms splayed wide; embarrassingly, yet excitingly, exposed to his gaze.
The fingers returned tracing gossamer whorls on her abdomen that made her skin tingle and her breath come in short gasps. She felt his touch move slowly down to her waist, her hips, undoing the clasp at the side of her skirt. She heard the zip being opened. Sensing him tugging the hem of her skirt, she raised herself slightly to ease the smooth slide of the silky garment down her legs. She had surrendered to him, trusting this gentle, sexy man to lead her to nirvana.
He moved to between her feet and the hands resumed their relentless descent. As they passed the waist of her panties and made contact with the flesh of her thighs, she sighed. He stroked her calves, her ankles, her toes before starting a thrilling journey up the inside of her thighs. It was all Cathy could do to stay still as every nerve ending in her body tingled.
When his fingertips reached the warm, damp silk at the top of her legs, she moaned softly, involuntarily spreading her legs wider to accommodate the exciting invasion. Drawing a fingernail across the soft fabric, he gently probed her secret cleft. Cathy could feel the moisture seeping from her swollen vagina and, when the persistent fingers eased under the fabric to lightly kiss her secret lips, a bolt of electricity sparked through her.
“Oh, David,” she gasped.
“God, you’re so wet,” she heard a vague, faraway voice say.
Cathy reddened wondering what he must be thinking of her. He had hardly touched her and already her juices were flowing like a river. She didn’t care if he thought her a slut. She was too much in thrall to the arousal he was creating at the base of her belly to worry, just wanting more of this attention that was so new to her. As his fingers continued to delicately explore her virgin opening, she closed her eyes, almost giddy from the waves of pure pleasure that were washing over her.
His hands moved to her waist and, as he began tugging on the sides of her panties, she eased her bottom off the bed to let him slide them over her hips. The silk gone, her last protection, she felt a sudden coolness of air on the moist heat of her pouting sex. Cathy spread her shaking thighs wider, yearning the return of his tantalising touch.
For what seemed an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds, nothing happened. She was panicking, feeling abandoned. He didn’t want her!
Humbled, she thought, “With all his experience of practised lovers, how could an ignorant novice like her excite him?”
She looked up. David’s face was between her knees, her soaked panties clasped to his nose, his eyes drinking in the blatant display she was making of her swollen sex.
Completely mortified, she tried to close her legs but his elbows pushed firmly against her knees, forcing her thighs even wider apart until she could feel her inner lips parting. Squirming, she willed him to stop his obsessive scrutiny of this secret part of her that no man had seen before, yet at the same time, with wanton abandon, hoping he continued the humiliating exposure.
“Oh, David, don’t,” she pleaded, “No one’s looked at me there, please don’t. It’s embarrassing.”
“Sshh! You’re more excited than when I was touching you. I can smell it! It’s turning you on.”
Cathy went crimson and closed her eyes. He was right! The air was strong with the musky scent of her arousal, more powerful than any time when she had masturbated in the past. Although acutely, humiliatingly embarrassing, she couldn’t ignore the extreme excitement of the knowledge that she was totally exposed to him, letting him stare deep inside her body. The proof was the trickle of her juices between her bottom cheeks from her pulsing vagina.
The fingers returned. Still gentle, he followed the contours he had been admiring so recently. With two fingers he traced down the engorged flesh of her inner lips then drew a fingernail back up inside the slippery cleft to just under the clitoris, sending tremors through her loins. Cathy’s senses were in frenzy. The heat in her crotch was almost unbearable. Her whole body felt oversensitive, the soft bedcover grating on her quaking shoulders, her rock hard nipples throbbing painfully The other hand sank into the soft hair of her mound, fingers gently pulling the thick black curls before pressing down on the pubic bone causing Cathy’s hips to rise up.
She was almost delirious now, her breath coming in short rasping pants. The need for release was almost physical.
“David, David, oh David! Please, I want you, now, I need you now!”
He chuckled, “I don’t know. A while ago you were begging me to leave and now this. Are you really sure you know your own mind?”
Before she could reply, he broke away and stood up. She opened her eyes and watched as he quickly unbuttoned and shook off his shirt, then shoes and socks followed. He undid his belt and, in what seemed a single movement, unzipped and slid pants and underwear down his legs and over his feet.
As he straightened he noticed the astonished look on Cathy’s face.
“What’s up? Seen a ghost?”
“It’s just … I’ve never seen one before, I mean a man’s… penis. Well, not in that state and … not in the flesh,” she giggled nervously, eyes fixed on the large erection jutting proudly from David’s groin, wondering how her small vagina could possibly accommodate such a huge object.
“Well, I hope you’re going to get much better acquainted soon,” he quipped as he moved back down to lie beside her.
“Now put your hands above your head.”
While she obeyed, feeling more exposed than ever, he began to nibble the lobe of her ear. Instantly the sexual tension began to mount in her again and she wondered lazily why the teeth on her ear were having such an effect between her legs. Then it was the crook of her shoulder, nuzzling and nipping, making all the fine downy hairs on her arms stand on end.
As his mouth licked and kissed the firm mounds of her breasts, she shivered as the cool air touched the dampness his tongue had left on her skin. Her small dark aureoles were a mass of goose bumps and her already stiff nipples seemed to be about to explode. When he took one in his mouth, his teeth firmly holding it at the base while his tongue ran round the tip, her whole body was racked in a spasm of pleasure.
The tongue traced down her breastbone setting off a series of detonations in her vagina. Past her navel, when he began licking the hairy covering of her mons, he reached over her to put his hands under her hips. Suddenly, his erect penis was pressing firmly against the flesh of her breast and Cathy was amazed at the incredible heat of it. She longed to touch it but didn’t dare move her hands from above her head
She bent her knees to allow him to stroke the firm globes of her bottom. The embarrassment, the mild humiliation even, of her total exposure was arousing Cathy. She left her hands submissively above her head even though nothing prevented her from moving them and spread herself even wider open.
David moved round on top of her, sliding down until his head rested between her thighs. When his tongue teased her engorged outer lips, her mind was dizzy with erotic sensations. Her pussy pulsed, sending darts of electricity to her straining nipples. As the tongue continued its wickedly slow invasion of her inner labia, Cathy felt she would explode if she didn’t climax soon.
The tormenting stopped as David slithered his way up her body until he lay on top of her, his thighs pressed between hers and gripping her hands on the pillow above her head. Nothing had prepared Cathy for this feeling of willing helplessness. Trapped under a strong male body, she gasped as the head of David’s penis pushed against the open lips of her sex. She shivered in anticipation, yearning for the violation of her virgin body.
“David, please, now… I want you inside me,” she whispered throatily.
“Be patient, darling,” David’s voice was like warm treacle. “This may hurt a little at first but it will be all right. Trust me!”
Oh God, she did trust him but her body was craving release.
Slowly, so slowly she felt her pussy being invaded by David’s shaft. He gently moved in and out and Cathy could feel her inner lips sliding as they gripped his penis. Each time he moved deeper inside her until he stopped, pressed against her hymen. He raised himself to look piercingly at her. Looking deep in her soul, she thought.
The words were like silk, “Are you really sure?”
“For Christ’s sake, do it!” Cathy didn’t know where in her depths this crude urgency had come from.
With one savage thrust, David broke through the thin membrane and rested embedded to the hilt in her slippery sheath. Cathy screamed with the sudden pain and lay rigid for a while until the sharp pangs subsided. As David began to move inside her pussy, warmth began to spread through Cathy’s entire body.
The penis inside her began to move with more urgency until it was pounding her virgin passage and she could feel David’s balls slapping her buttocks on each stroke. Sensation followed sensation as Cathy grunted and mewed. Her pussy was so full and her body quivered under the onslaught. The shuddering gained intensity as Cathy gasped for breath. She had never experienced such reactions in her body as the penis inside her drove her over the edge.
As a series of quite exquisite and powerful orgasms racked her entirely, Cathy screamed, “Yes…Oh, yes…oooh, yeeess!” before losing consciousness.
It was only for a few seconds as, when she came round, David was still thrusting into her urgently. The intensity quickly brought her back to the brink, as she gasped, “David, cum in me. It’s safe.”
David arched his back and, driving into her a final time, made them both explode in violent orgasm. Both panting, they lay in the afterglow for a long time. Cathy clung tightly to David, desperate to hold on to the powerful maleness that had taken her to extremes she never knew existed. Finally, they regained the power of speech.
“Thank you, David, that was incredible, beyond all my imaginings!”
“My, oh my, your mom did bring you up well! That’s the first time I’ve been thanked for doing what comes naturally!”
Cathy kissed him and laughed, “You know what I mean. I don’t know if it will ever feel so good again, but that was an experience I’ll never forget for all my life. I’m just so glad it was here and now… with you.”
For the first time, she tentatively moved her hand down and took hold of David’s flaccid cock, marvelling how the hard rod of flesh that had filled her was now so soft and delicate. Feeling bolder, she cradled his dangling balls in her palm and was amazed by the texture of the skin of his sac, the pliant firmness of his balls. Her fingers were sending an urgent message to her loins and her breathing became shallow.
As she toyed with his balls, she felt them tighten and the cock in her hand stirred into life. The sexual power was intoxicating and, when Cathy heard David groan with pleasure, a small climax rippled through her body.
“David,” she breathed huskily, “I’m greedy. I need to feel you inside again.”
They made love twice more that night. Gentle, passionate love that drained them until, exhausted, they fell asleep in each other’s arms. Hours later, Cathy lay in a lethargic state, only half awake, as she luxuriated in the events of the previous night. The slight, almost pleasurable, soreness between her legs confirmed she hadn’t imagined her delicious deflowering. Just thinking about it was making her wet and her hand slid between her thighs, stroking her swelling sex lips. She was becoming insatiable. She wanted, no needed him again! Cathy stretched a hand across the bed to touch him and suddenly sat bolt upright, fully awake now. She looked at the other half of the bed. It was empty, just the dishevelled sheets bearing witness to the man who been sleeping there a short time earlier.
“The bastard,” she thought. “In spite of all his fine words, I was just an easy lay, another virgin scalp to notch on his belt. How could I have been so stupid?”
Looking round in anger and panic, she didn’t notice for a few moments the sheet of paper resting in the hollow made by his head in the pillow. She unfolded the page of hotel notepaper.
It was wonderful, you were wonderful, we were wonderful.
Sorry to abandon you but there are some things I have to do. You looked far too peaceful to wake up, so I let you sleep on.
Take your time, don’t rush and I’ll see you this afternoon.
Cathy didn’t know what to think. She reread the note several times, trying to decide whether it was saying, “Thank you and goodbye,” or hinting that last night had been just a beginning. There was no question about what she wanted the answer to be.
Clambering out of bed she noticed, with a pang of embarrassment, the stains on the crumpled sheets together with a couple of spots of dried blood. As her hand slid down between her legs she told herself not to be ashamed. The bed bore the proud evidence of her glorious, ecstatic passage into womanhood. She was already aware of some of the changes. After last night, she knew that two fingers deep in her slippery pussy were no match for the wonderful feeling of being filled by a rampant, thick penis.
She took a leisurely bath, dressed slowly and gathered her things together. Standing at the doorway, she took a final glance at the hotel room that would be etched forever in her happy memories. She walked away, down the corridor, already beginning to worry about what the afternoon held in store.
To be continued