Authors: Susan Harris
I was now
going to face another fear, my apartment. It had been so long since I stepped
in there. Rebecca had been back a few times for me to collect some clothes,
shoes etc. after I gave her a blow by blow account of where everything was, but
now it was my turn.
Frank held my
hand as we went in. It was weird in a way, being scared of your own space, but
as I looked around, deep down I was already so far detached from it, besides a
few personal things, it felt as if I was looking around someone else’s
apartment.
We both went
into the bedroom together, bless Rebecca, she had changed all the sheets for
me. I took a deep breath, not wanting to stay to long in this room. As I
started to collect some clothes and shoes, Frank said “leave them”
“But I need”
“I said
personal belongings only, as of now, you will be having a new start, with me”
I was so
shocked with that statement I had to ask him what he meant. “What do you mean
new start?”
“I want us to
be together Autum. I want you in our home, and also in our bed, I want you now
and forever, no more separation”
He said our
home and bed? He wants me, oh god he wants me? I dropped the things in my hand
and went to him as he opened his arms to greet me.
“I don’t want
to lose you, please say you’ll stay.” I kissed him so hard he said “easy tiger”
and I laughed. “Can I take that as a yes?”
“You sure can”
I said as I kissed him again.
We got back to
his house, sorry I mean our house, and I was still on a high. I felt I had
everything that I could have wished for, thank goodness for happy endings.
After dinner I
went back into my room and it feels weird that I would now be moving out of
this beautiful space. He greeted me with a hug around my waist and I moved
closer to him.
“Ready?”
“As I’ll ever
be,” and with that I took the short walk to his room, sorry our room,
I love
that phrase
.
How a house
could be this big and have even bigger rooms inside I would never know. My
room was elaborate, a house unto itself but this, this was on a grander scale.
The master bedroom boasted a four poster bed with heavy draped curtains on each
pillar, even higher than mine in height.
Two walk in
wardrobes and enough shoe space to fit a whole shop’s worth of stock, and the
bathroom, this was huge, white and gold décor, twin sinks, the walk in shower
and the jacuzzi bath that was sunk into the floor space.
“Do you like?”
“It’s lovely,
just takes my breath away”
I put my
toiletries away and then headed back into the bedroom. It may have sounded
funny but I asked “what side do I sleep on?” He laughed. “Whichever you prefer”
he said before kissing me.
I put my PJ’s
under my pillow and headed back downstairs.
This was now a
new set of feelings for me. I was ready for Frank and now I had him, I was
scared of us being together. Time ticked by and it was now ten, forty five and
he asked if I was ready for bed. I smiled as he took me upstairs.
Once inside he
headed for the bathroom and I sighed in relief. I thought to myself,
this is
what I wanted remember!
Yes, I did
remember and I decided to go for it, no time like the present.
I stripped off
and put on a robe I found behind the door. I entered the bathroom which was now
full of steam and saw Frank naked for the first time. My heart fluttered as I
saw him from behind, his bottom small and firm, his back lean and his muscular
arms waiting to grab me up in.
I took a step
closer just as he turned around and saw me, and I stopped.
He stopped too
and looked at me, the water bouncing off him. I could not help myself and my
stare took in his chest then moved down to see his cock, long, thick and coming
to life as I looked at it.
It started to
rise in approval for me. I looked up again to Frank, undid my robe and stepped
into the shower.
I placed my
hand around his neck as I kissed him, the water hitting my face. I took his
tongue as deep as it could go into my mouth as I swallowed him up. I put some
cream into my hands and put the lather all over his chest, my first skin to
skin contact, he removes my hands as he takes the cream and returns the favour,
his hands lingering a few seconds longer around my breasts, I laugh.
His hands now
around my waist, he pushes me into his hard erection and I gasped.
Without
realising it, I was now backing into the wall as a burst of coldness from the
tiles hit me. As I settled, he cups my breasts with his hand and fondles them,
his mouth hungry for the taste of my nipples as he sucks and bites them, the
water sending my sensation even higher as it hits my breasts. I loved it,
wanting more.
He goes down
on me and tells me to “open” which I did. He slides his hands inside my thighs
and I could feel how wet I had become.
“Wider” and
his husky voice sends sparks throughout my body as I put my hands on his
shoulder to steady myself.
His tongue
passing in-between my thighs as he gently licks my clit. I moaned so loud and gripped
his shoulders even tighter never knowing where his tongue will go next.
He flicks his
tongue over and over and I found it hard to control the urge to have an orgasm.
“Stop please. I don’t want to come,” my breathing sounding like I had run a
marathon.
He pulls up
from the floor and I turned him around to the wall.
I did the same
to him as I bite around his nipples, feeling the fine hairs. I flicked them
with the tip of my tongue as they bounce, making them harder.
I pinched them
with my fingers, giving him a little pain and he moans.
I also go down
on him and tell him to “open” as he did to me, he puts his hand on my head for
support whilst I licked the tip of his cock, I look up before taking it into my
mouth, the length trying to choke me, the width trying to kill me.
In and out I
went as he became harder and wider. I took it out and sucked the tip, squeezing
his balls gently in my hand.
“Jesus Autum.
I won’t hold out much more myself unless you stop”
I laughed and
rose to my feet, his cock poking me all the way up from my chest to my stomach
trying to find an entrance.
He dragged me
out of the shower panting. I yelped as he threw me on the bed. He was now on
top and stopped to look at me.
“You’re
gorgeous” he said as I blush.
He parted my
legs as he placed his finger inside me. I grabbed the sheets as he went in and
out of me, adding another finger until he fully stretched me with three.
“You’re so wet.”
I blush again as he removes them, and I felt empty in an instant.
He places my
legs across his shoulders and pushed my bottom closer to his knees. I continued
to pant as I got ready for contact, then he slid it in, slowly and I moaned. I
moaned because it felt so good, thick and hard. I moaned because of its length
filling my insides and because I wanted more, he was giving me all this
pleasure.
He also moaned
with that same feeling and bent my knees for deeper penetration as he tilted
forward.
“That feels
good” I said.
My knees were
now meeting my chest as he lifts me up and thrusts even more. This time he
doubles his speed, his balls hitting me like a freight train and it felt good.
I didn’t have
much longer to wait, I was so nearing explosion I could feel the build up
taking over my whole body. A few more and I would be gone; he never slowed
down, kissing my knees as he went on. This was it; I could take it no longer
and came.
I let out a
scream as my body starts to spasm, shocks travelling from my head to my curled
up toes.
On and on my
orgasm went, my moans making him harder inside, filling me, he too was ready to
come. He tilted his head and came, pumping that warm flow into me over and over
again until he finally had nothing left. Once he got his breath back he
collapsed beside me.
We stayed on
the bed for some time, nothing said but everything said at the same time. That
was great but I wasn’t done with him yet. Frank had just wetted my appetite and
I was still hungry. We started to kiss for a while and he asked me if I was ok.
“Never better”
I said, heading back to the bathroom to clean up as he followed me, the room
still full of steam. We changed the soaked sheets on the bed for dry ones.
While Frank
relaxed on the bed, I sat on the chair by the dresser and started to comb my
hair through as it was starting to get tangled, me naked by the mirror.
“Stay there”
he said and I did, puzzled as to why?
He turned me
around and began to part my legs, in an instant I felt that buzz again, the
thrill of not knowing what was coming next, down he went the gush of air and
the heat of his tongue descending on me I positioned myself for contact and leaned
back on the dresser for support.
I opened my
legs even wider without even being told.
I’m such a naughty girl.
His tongue
slid inside, and by the time it came out I was wet as hell, no playing hard to
get, just down right dirty wet.
When he
flicked his tongue around my clit I was weak, still recovering from before,
could I come again? Was it possible so soon after the first? I would surly find
out.
With my legs
as wide as they could go, I gripped the dresser for dear life, my legs started
to shake every time he hit the spot, over and over again.
This time my
sensation hit a new level, topped up from the one before, making this orgasm
wilder, stronger and more intense.
Frank was
doing this to me; he was taking me over the edge and back again.
This was
intense pleasure, something I hadn’t experienced before, and something I would
be experiencing again.
Party
hard, who would have thought it?
Frank had
taken me shopping to buy some new clothes, shoes and underwear. I thought men
hated that type of thing, but he enjoyed every minute of it.
When we hit
the lingerie shop Frank’s eyes went wild, the window display showing skimpy
lace knickers and matching bras, G-Strings, thongs, the works. I knew we would
be going in.
It was done
out in a type of “Moulin Rouge” theme. Pink and black lace wallpaper,
chandeliers, and rows upon rows of the sexiest underwear you could find. It
left me speechless.
“Pick what you
want” he said.
“Do you mean
pick what you would like to see me in?” He laughed.
I looked
around the shop, feeling the lace and satin materials and picked up an array of
outfits from basques to suspenders, it was like being in a sweetie shop.
“Mmmm” he
said, “I like this one.” It was a gold satin bra set with a basque and
suspenders to match; I picked it up and added it to the others in my basket.
After trying the basque on and feeling the softness of the material and how it
just clung to the body like a glove, I understood then the fascination of what
makes people wear them, and who they wear it for.
On leaving the
store three bags later we headed out for lunch. Rebecca had rung me to see if
I fancied going out on the town with herself and Imogen, someone I had seen
around work a few times. Frank said it would do me good so I agreed.
It had been
ages since I went out and the more I thought about it the more excited I
became. I also decided to ring Emily and Dionne and make it a proper night out.
Once we got
back home, I spread all my new things on the bed and picked out an outfit and
underwear to match. Rosetta had prepared a seafood stew with crusty bread
which was ample as we had already had lunch. I wanted to relax before I got
ready but I also wanted to try out different hairstyles, should I put it up?
Look
like
a secretary
, what about down?
Nothing new
, shall I
straighten it? Possibly or shall I put ringlets in? I liked that idea, so
ringlets it was.
After having a
shower I wrapped myself up in my bathrobe and started to pack away all my new
things, but it still felt strange walking into my huge walk in wardrobe.
Frank was
working in his study so at least he wouldn’t distract me. Last night I was
scared of how our first night would be, but after seeing him naked in the
shower, well that didn’t last long; this brought a smile to my face.
He was good, I
mean real good. The way he touched my body, how he moved his tongue around me,
the thickness of his cock. For someone who had not been dating, he sure knew
his way around a woman’s body, god I felt wet just thinking about him, I
couldn’t ask for more. Well I could, but that would just be too greedy, and I’m
used to being a very greedy girl. I laughed out loud.
It was now
nine, thirty and I was adding the finishing touches to my hair, and make-up. I
was wearing my gold lingerie set, except the basque that Frank picked out.
I slipped on
my little white lace dress that I bought with matching black shoes and bag and
headed downstairs.
Frank whistled
and I blushed. “You look amazing”
“Thanks to
you” I said.
“Are you
ready?” I take a deep breath.
“As I’ll ever
be” and with that we headed out the door and towards Rebecca’s.
He dropped me
off at the entrance and told me to enjoy myself and to come home drunk so he
could take advantage of me; I laughed and told him I would see him later.
Rebecca
introduced me to Imogen from work.
Imogen looked
like a party girl, the one that can hold down her drink and match any man who
thinks to take her on. She had mousey curly hair to her shoulders, beautiful
brown eyes and a lovely figure to hold those big boobs of hers, and a little
black dress to hold them in.