If you want to know your past, look into your present conditions. If you want to know your future, look into your present actions. ~ Chinese proverb
That’s when the two women walked in and sat down at the sushi bar. Since the place was so small there was only one empty chair between him and the first woman. She was petite, wearing a tight low-cut, sleeveless summer top. Her arm closest to him was up on the polished granite and it gave him a peek at the swell of her breast modeled by her tight top. It caught his attention fully. She was looking away, back at the other woman. As they sat, he discreetly eyed them. ‘Damn,’ he thought. ‘I like the look of that.’
The waitress came over and took the ladies’ drink order. He still hadn’t seen a face. Finally, the farther woman turned towards her companion. She was attractive, mid-thirties, nice body, and as she held up a hand he saw... no wedding ring. ‘Good,’ he thought. The closer woman grabbed her drink and he could see no wedding ring. ‘Two single ladies out on the town. Things are looking up,’ he thought. Now he had to make contact.
He caught the woman’s eye and smiled his best friendly, non-threatening smile. Her eyes widened for a moment, then she returned the smile. This caused the closer woman to turn around to see what she was smiling at. ‘Uh oh,’ he thought. The woman looked to be about sixteen. He had misjudged this whole thing. “Hi,” he said in a neutral voice to the girl.
She gave him the teen death stare, then said, “Hi.”
The older woman also said, “Hi,” but in a much friendlier tone.
That was a good sign. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude,” he said.
The girl’s face let him know he was intruding. The woman responded, “Don’t worry about it. One of the nice things about these places is you can talk to people. Too many people wrap themselves into cocoons and never meet anyone.”
“I’m Mike,” he introduced himself. “Do you two work together?”
The older woman gave him a look that indicated she saw through his attempt, but also was complimented by it. “I’m Kathy and this is my daughter, Caitlyn.”
“Hello, Caitlyn,” he said to the girl.
She summoned up her manners and responded, “Hello.”
He subsided to let the women look at their menus. He glanced over several times and saw that Kathy was glancing his way as well. After the women ordered, Kathy caught his eye and held it.
He knew an invitation when he saw one. “This sounds tired, but do you come here often?”
Kathy laughed and Caitlyn rolled her eyes. “No, this is a treat for Caitlyn’s birthday.”
Mike smiled, “Congratulations.” He tactfully didn’t ask her age. Women always seem to feel they are too young until the moment when they are too old. There was no happy medium and Mike felt his best policy was to say nothing about years.
“Do you come here often?” Kathy asked.
He smiled, “Too often. It’s a lot easier than fixing my own meals. Cooking for one is just no fun.” Kathy’s eyes dilated. It was a very subtle signal but Mike didn’t miss it. He was experienced in the scene and knew when he had a live one. Kathy was as good as in the sack. Oh, not this night, no. Not on her daughter’s birthday, but soon. What intrigued Mike was the daughter. He shifted his attention to the girl, so fresh, so unpolished, so well, virginal though not likely a virgin. She had a cute face with sparkling eyes, dark hair, and pale ivory skin. The tight top she was wearing revealed her ample physical charms as well.
“Are you planning to go to college?” he asked her as an opening gambit. She looked down at her napkin. Mike took the opportunity to wink at Kathy, conveying that he was really interested in her but he was trying to keep her daughter amused.
Caitlyn shrugged, “I don’t know. It depends on the money.”
‘So honest,’ Mike thought. He saw Kathy tense up. She wouldn’t want him to think her a gold digger, though most women were, down deep, so discussions of money so early were forbidden by ‘the rules.’
“Caitlyn,” he waited for her to look up. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way. You can always find money for education.” He saw her start to protest, then subside. “Really,” he continued. “My family was dirt poor but I went on to get an MBA and work on Wall Street. Next week I’m going to fly to New York to bid on a Maxfield Parrish painting. It’s supposed to sell for 1.2 to 1.8 million.” He watched Caitlyn’s eyes get wide. “Yes, it is possible. Like Edison said, it’s 99% perspiration. Work hard and you can have your dreams.” Mike believed in the American Dream since he had lived it and was passionate that everyone had the same opportunity. Nothing made him madder than a person who didn’t work to achieve everything he or she could. It had just come tumbling out. He realized too late he had said just a little too much when he caught Kathy’s rapid breathing and wide eyes.
What Mike didn't know was how vulnerable Kathy was to a man who could talk about flying to New York to buy a million dollar painting. Kathy was trying to raise two daughters on a secretary's salary. She had married young to an older man who was already rising in the business world. She had never worked, except babysitting and similar jobs. Her husband had started traveling and their relationship had drifted, then disintegrated.
Kathy had filed for divorce, and egged on by her mother, had hired an attorney known for being a pit bull in lipstick. Her attorney had gone for everything and had gotten it. Her husband had been beaten by the time of the trial, worn down by the pit bull. Kathy had gotten their large house, he got the payments, Kathy got the car, and he got the bills. Kathy had gotten the bank account, surprisingly small since their liquid assets had been tied up in the too large house that they expected to grow into as he rose in the corporate hierarchy, he got the CD collection, and those weren’t financial instruments.
Two months after the divorce, Kathy got the letter. It was a long letter and much of it Kathy already knew. Her former husband seemed to be on a talking jag when he wrote it. Maybe he’d had a few too many Jaegermeisters. Her father-in-law had been an Army lifer and had married a German woman which made Kathy's former husband a German citizen. His father had spent much of his career in Germany, for his wife's benefit. The German mother had made Kathy's husband attend German schools, ‘because they were better.’ He spoke German like a native and had actually graduated from a German high school. In fact, his career had been with a company which did most of its business in Germany. One source of friction in the marriage had been his frequent travel to Germany and her having to remain behind with first one, then two daughters. The people he met in Germany often couldn't believe he wasn't German, thinking because of his accent, he had to be from Swabia. The letter Kathy received was postmarked from Germany. Her now former husband had moved to Germany and was working for a German company and had reestablished his German citizenship. It seemed Kathy's lawyer had pushed too much, her utterly defeated former husband had no choice but to start over in Germany. Kathy was left with a house she couldn't afford, a car she couldn't pay for, and two daughters. Her former husband was beyond the reach of her pit bull, er, lawyer.
Kathy was vulnerable because she could no longer do for her children. Her husband had made a good living and Kathy was used to being able to provide for her daughters anything they needed, or even just wanted. Then they had to move away from their gated community and into the city. She found a clerk's job for the county and had managed to work her way up to secretary. She was lucky because at least she had benefits. But her daughters didn't have much and it hurt Kathy to see the look in their eyes when their friends got new fashions and she couldn't afford them.
‘Life wasn't fair,’ she screamed in her mind. It wasn’t her fault she married too young because he had such a good job and prospects. It wasn’t her fault she had to divorce. It wasn’t her fault her lawyer emasculated her former husband. It wasn’t her fault… If only... If only... Kathy looked down the sushi bar. He was good looking though not young any more. He had to be wealthy. He seemed to like Caitlyn and that was important. He was trying to engage Caitlyn in the conversation. A new husband would have to like her daughters. Kathy was already seeing this new fellow through money-green colored glasses that filtered so much she could have seen.
The waitress brought his first order. He saw the women look at his order. “What’s that?” Caitlyn asked.
“Hamachi-Kama,” he said. Caitlyn looked puzzled. “Never had it?” he asked. She shook her head. He pushed it over. “Try it.”
Caitlyn looked to Kathy, who looked at Mike first to see him nod. “He’s offering,” she told Caitlyn. Caitlyn took a small bite in her chopsticks.
“Try the dipping sauce too,” Mike said.
“This is good,” Caitlyn sounded a bit surprised.
Mike motioned to Kathy to try it. “Well, just a little,” Kathy said. After her bite she said, “Yes, that is good. Thank you for sharing.”
“I don’t mind sharing,” he said holding Kathy’s eye. Again, Mike had no idea the powerful effect he was creating. He just wanted a little action. He was going to get more than he imagined. In any case, he had broken the ice. The conversation flowed freely after that.
At one point, Mike pulled out the auction catalog for the sale he was planning to attend. He showed the painting to the women. “I’ve seen that painting,” gushed Caitlyn.
“It’s an icon all right,” Mike said. He glanced up and saw Kathy looking very intensely at him. Yep, she was as good as in the sack.
Caitlyn paged through the catalog just abuzz with excitement that she had read of so many of these painters. “And you get to see these?”
“Of course. Registered bidders can examine them as closely as they want. After all, you want to know what it is you are buying,” he said. Mike could tell Caitlyn was being more than polite. She really was interested in these paintings. “Have you been to New York?”
Caitlyn looked abashed. “No. I’ve never really been anywhere.”
It was on the spur of the moment that Mike said, “Well hell. It’s summer. Why don’t you come with me?”
“I couldn’t…”
“Yes, you could. I can use some of my free miles to get you a ticket. Won’t cost a penny. And it doesn’t look like you’ll eat me out of house and home,” He said pointing to their plates. Neither woman had eaten all that much since they were perpetually dieting.
Caitlyn turned to her mother, a pleading look suffusing her face. “I don’t know,” Kathy started to say. Then she thought of all the things she couldn’t give her daughters. But this was crazy. She didn’t even know this man. But, but, but…
“I know, ‘you don’t even know me.’ Listen. Why don’t you come over to my house tomorrow and we can discuss it?” he asked her.
Kathy looked at her daughter, the pleading more open now. It was an easy acceptance since it was exactly what she wanted anyway, to get to know him. “Okay.”
Caitlyn threw her arms around Kathy’s neck, “Thank you.”
“Whoa, I am going to discuss it. I didn’t say yes,” she said gently. She saw the beginning of tears in her daughter’s eyes, which Caitlyn fought back. It was a moment a mother couldn’t forget.
Mike had always been a good cook and he pulled out the stops. Kathy was impressed. After dinner, they adjourned to the front room with port. Already mellow from wine, a few sips of port, and her colored perceptions and hopes left Kathy open. Mike saw the look in her eye and bent forward for their first kiss. It started gently, questing, then became more physical as they pressed together, finally became passionate as their lips parted. Mike broke the kiss and saw in Kathy’s eyes her desire. Without a word he extended his hand and led her to his bed.
Beside his bed, the linen freshly changed as a good host should, he swept her into his arms, kissing her passionately. His hands roamed over her body, gently, awakening her body to the pleasures of touch. Without breaking the kiss, he pulled the zipper down her back. Kathy shrugged and her dress pooled at her feet. Kathy started undoing the buttons on his shirt as he reached behind to unsnap her. He shrugged and his shirt joined her dress. Faster, the clothes piled at their feet until there was nothing between them. Hot skin brushed hot skin. His cock was erect and pressed against her. She spread her legs to allow it to rub along her pussy, wet with arousal. Mike was so carried away with the lust of the moment that he considered taking her right then, standing beside his bed. More rational thoughts and experience prevailed.
Kathy stood before him, long hair trailing down over her shoulders just brushing the tops of her breasts, drawing his eye down to her hard nipples, then lower across her flat belly to her trimmed bush before he followed her long legs down. Mike was amazed how young she looked standing nude before him. He laid her on his bed, sinking between her legs. She had shaved the black hair into a small triangle pointing towards his goal. He followed the arrow and kissed her there. Mike ran his tongue over her labia, teasing her. Kathy hunched up, ready for greater pressure and pleasure.
Mike took his time, making her wait and build to an even more intense readiness. By the time he spread her and laved his tongue from bottom to top, Kathy was trembling in anticipation. The burst of pleasure nearly sent her over the top right then. Her pussy was flushed, swollen, and sopping with her arousal. She was ready. Mike mounted her, sliding deeply into her while he brought his lips to hers for a grinding kiss.
Kathy moaned as she felt herself filled with a man for the first time in years. ‘Oh God, I’ve missed this,’ her mind exulted. ‘This time,’ she thought, ‘I’ll not let sex get in the way. He can have all of the sex he wants.’ Kathy was ready to do anything to keep Mike in her life, to make a better life for her daughters, and for her.
“Yessssssss,” she moaned as he bottomed out mashing against her clitoris. Mike liked hearing a woman enjoy sex. He got as much pleasure from bringing a woman to orgasm as his own. Well, maybe not exactly as much, but he felt a connection with his partner and shared her pleasure. He began slowly making love to Kathy, using the ancient shallow alternating with deep strokes of the Orient. The shallow strokes teased the woman making her want more which heightened the pleasure from the deep strokes which followed.
Kathy was rapidly scaling the heights. The teasing shallow penetrations were driving her crazy. She wanted more, deeper… Her legs wrapped around his ass, pulling him against her, harder. Mike felt Kathy’s need and he started stroking into her hard and fast. “Oh, God,” she started to chant, as her own climax washed over her. Mike felt it and released his orgasm, as gob after gob of his cum burst into her grasping pussy. Kathy moaned as she again felt a man filling her with his seed. It had been so long.
After, they lay together softly touching each other. Mike laughed, “And to think, we were just supposed to be talking about Caitlyn going to New York to see art. I guess we got a little ahead of ourselves.”
Kathy snuggled into his chest, “Are you sorry?”
“No, not at all. I’m glad,” Mike said. It was, after all, the summation of the game he had started the previous night in the sushi bar. It was nice to score so early in the game.
Kathy was warmed by Mike’s words. She had been worried about letting Caitlyn go to New York. She knew it was a wonderful opportunity, and she knew it would open a whole new world to her daughter. But, she was still a mom and didn’t trust a stranger. That had changed. Now he was her lover and not a stranger. Just as she wouldn’t have worried about sending Caitlyn off to New York with her husband, other than the paranoia any mother feels when she sends a child off somewhere out of reach, she wasn’t worried about Mike. “Are you sure you want a teen hanging around on a trip to a wild city like New York?” Kathy asked.
Mike laughed, “Not at all. I usually just hang out at the hotel to avoid that wild stuff. She’ll be great to keep me from getting lonely. She’ll make me think of you lying in your bed.”
Kathy was happy to hear that Mike avoided the wild life and missed the rest of the comment. She snuggled closer, “If you really don’t mind I guess it’s okay. I think she’ll really like a chance to go somewhere like New York.”
“It’ll be a whole new world for sure. I think she’ll learn a lot,” Mike said imagining exactly what he might be able to show Caitlyn.
A few days later, Caitlyn followed Mike into the lobby of the Palace Hotel. It was a grand old hotel that had managed to keep up with the times. It had the feel of times past when wealthy socialites graced the hotel and yet offered the amenities of the modern. You expected F. Scott Fitzgerald to greet you as you walked through the lobby. Caitlyn was overwhelmed. She was too young when the divorce happened to remember the good times. She only remembered being poor. Her head was on a constant swivel as Mike checked in and they rode the elevator to the room.
The porter opened the door and motioned Caitlyn in. Mike followed her. The room was exquisite: tasteful fabrics, beautiful dark woods, and one bed. Her eyes stopped moving, locked on the one large bed. Truth be told, she had been wondering exactly what this trip would bring. She was no shrinking virgin. She’d lost her virginity two years before and had several liaisons with boys, none of them memorable or meaningful. She had lain awake at night in her bed and thought about Mike. Not as her mother’s boyfriend, for she knew nothing of the evening tryst which had guaranteed her coming to New York, but as Mike. He was what a girl would desire: tall, handsome, and rich. She had touched herself those nights and dreamed that maybe Mike and she would become boyfriend and girlfriend on this magical trip. She had wondered, maybe even hoped, that Mike would try to make love with her on this trip.
There it was, the bed. It was one thing to fantasize at night in her bed as her hands trailed down between her legs finding her sex wet with anticipation. It was something else to be confronted with the reality. Did she want to? Yes, she did. Caitlyn sighed in relief. All of the worry and wondering was behind her. There was just the one bed, the decision was made.
She turned to see Mike paying the porter who quickly left. “Well, what do you think?” he asked. Mike too had wondered what would happen when they entered the room, the room with just one bed. He had seen her staring at it, so obviously taking up the center of the room. What was she thinking?
“It looks like something from a fashion magazine,” Caitlyn said. “It’s beautiful.” She paused, happy, and then said to herself, ‘might as well enjoy it all.’ She threw herself into his arms, wrapped her arms round his neck, and kissed him. The kiss slowly became passionate as their lips ground together as their tongues danced the primeval dance of lust. Caitlyn pulled back from the kiss, and sighed. It was the best she’d ever experienced. Maybe he was going to be a great lover. Caitlyn felt the tingles down in her belly, then lower, as she contemplated Mike as a lover. Love in New York. Mike was shaken by the kiss. This was no inexperienced little girl. Her eyes sparkled with lust.
Trying to pull himself together, he said, “We need to get ready. There’s a viewing of the paintings for buyers this afternoon. I want to get there early so we can see the paintings.”
Caitlyn’s face changed to one of worry, “What should I wear?”
Mike laughed to himself, she was certainly a woman. He then pictured her naked, wandering among the paintings in the gallery and the desire for her flared in his loins. He willed himself to self-discipline. There would be time for that. “Casual. This is just wandering around looking at paintings. Nobody will even notice us. I’ll go like I am. You’d be fine wearing that. In fact, let’s go right now.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the door.
“Wait, just a minute,” she said veering into the bathroom. Women and their tiny bladders, groused Mike.
On the way, he called his rep at Christie’s. She met him at the door and escorted them to the gallery where the lots were being displayed. Once again, Caitlyn was stunned by the opulence she saw all around her. Then she noticed the expected selling prices for these paintings. She couldn’t believe there was that much money in the world to pay for all of these paintings. Mike asked her opinion on several of the paintings. She demurred at first but he pressed her. Finally, she told him what she thought of several. Some she liked, some she didn’t. He thanked her and it seemed sincere. Did he really value her opinion? Caitlyn was floating by the time they left.
Mike had reservations at Lutece for an early dinner. She couldn’t believe it, but Woody Allen was sitting at the bar talking with people. Their table was off in a corner. When the waiter brought the menu and Caitlyn opened it, she nearly fainted at the prices. Her mouth hung open. She looked at Mike.
Mike saw the reaction. “Caitlyn, do me a favor. Don’t look at the price. Just order what you want.”
“But…”
“Please, don’t even look at the price.”
Caitlyn picked the menu up and started reading. Halfway through, she looked back at Mike, a bit of panic in her eyes. “I don’t know what half these things are.”
“Just ask me.”
“Flageolets?” Caitlyn asked.
“Beans. Yes, just beans. That dish is just pork and beans. Fancy sure, but that’s all it is,” Mike said. Caitlyn looked at him wide-eyed, then she giggled with the ridiculousness of it. Mike joined her. “They just give it fancy names to make you pay more for it.” Mike helped Caitlyn decipher the menu. He ordered a bottle of wine. Caitlyn was surprised when a glass was brought for her as well, at Mike’s prompting. The cops certainly weren’t going to be raiding a 5 star restaurant. Having a glass of wine, although small, made Caitlyn feel completely like a woman on a wonderful, really a fantasy, date. The food was a little strange but delicious. Mike was charming and kept her laughing.
Caitlyn felt like she might be falling in love. She thought about the bed, the large bed in the room. She thought of Mike and her in that bed, naked, Mike kissing her. She squeezed her thighs together feeling the warmth and wetness flood her pussy. Try as she might the image of the bed wouldn’t leave her. She had never slept with a lover before and she had never made love with a man. This whole evening was going to be a novel experience.
Mike would look across the table and see this lovely young woman and he’d think about the bed. The bed she had stared at but said nothing of. Mike felt himself get erect wondering whether or not he was going to get lucky, imaging how beautiful Caitlyn would be, naked, in his bed. Try as he might he couldn’t get the image of her naked squirming under him as his cock plunged into her, out of his mind.
By the time they returned to their hotel room, Caitlyn was barely able to suppress her desires. Mike had held her hand all the way back to hotel and up to the room. When they entered the room, Caitlyn looked at the bed and smiled. She wanted to give herself to Mike, to feel him make love to her. Yes, make love. She’d had sex, but it was never the overwhelming experience she had read about it. She was sure that Mike would be that sort of lover, like in the romance books her mom loved to read. She wanted him.
Mike had been worried when he brought Caitlyn to the room the first time and there was only one bed. Of course, he had reserved a room with a king bed. He had waited with bated breath for her reaction, but there hadn’t been one. It was as if she didn’t notice, except he had seen her looking at it. Now, as they returned to the room he again felt the doubts. What if she expected him to sleep on the couch like some bad 1950’s romantic comedy? Caitlyn headed into the bathroom first. He heard her freshening up and hoped…
When she came out Mike went in. He quickly washed his face and brushed teeth etc. to feel refreshed and smelling good. A bit of cologne, and he was ready. He took a deep breath, ‘God, I hope this works.’ She was a saucy little number and how often did a fellow his age get a chance to make love with a teen like Caitlyn?
Mike opened the door and stepped out. No Caitlyn. ‘My God,’ he thought. ‘She’s gotten cold feet and fled.’ He walked into the main room and saw her. She was lying on the couch, her clothes on the floor except for her frilly blue panties which were down about her knees. Caitlyn smiled up at him, then pushed them off as well.
“You were quick,” she said.
Mike appraised the young girl. She was perfect, without a blemish. “Oh my,” he said. “You are a Goddess.”
Caitlyn blushed at the praise. “Are you going to join me?”
Mike shook his head to clear it as he was enthralled with the beauty and freshness of this girl. He quickly tore off his robe. As he did, Caitlyn got up from the couch and seductively walked past him to the bed. Mike nearly fell over as he tried to turn, watch Caitlyn, and remove his pajamas all at he same time. ‘I’m the one acting like a fifteen-year-old,’ he laughed at himself.
Caitlyn lay back on the bed, nervous but also looking forward to making love with a man. Her previous experiences had been less than satisfactory. Here was a man of the world: charming, wealthy, experienced, and handsome in a rugged way. Caitlyn watched him undress. His cock stood up as walked towards the bed. It was red and pulsing. She hoped she would be able to make love as a woman for him, to please him. She felt a little afraid he wouldn’t find her adequate.
Mike didn’t know if this girl was a virgin or not. He suspected not just based on statistics and her behavior. Still, she couldn’t be very experienced. He would take his time as though she were a virgin, just to make sure. He joined her on the bed. “You are so beautiful, more beautiful than any painting I saw tonight.”
“No,” she said blushing slightly. “Then does that mean you’d pay a million dollars for me?”
Laughing, he said, “In a flash, as long as it meant I would own you completely, able to hide you from the world like a treasure and enjoy you all of my own. Touch you, love you, hoard you away from anyone.”
Caitlyn felt her insides melting, “Oh, Mike.”
Mike smiled to himself, ‘She’s mine now,’ he said to himself as he bent forward and kissed her, pressing his body into hers. Their skin touched, setting off an electric reaction in both of them.
Caitlyn was carried away by Mike’s kiss, the most passionate thing she had ever experienced. Her body was on fire, the heat being generated from her loins and spread throughout her, making her nipples hard and sensitive. He kissed her again and Caitlyn felt her pussy become wet with anticipation.
Mike had no idea how quickly Caitlyn was becoming turned on. He had determined to take his time and make it special. His hands found her tits, the nipples hard and distended. Caitlyn groaned as his fingers teased her nipples and massaged her breasts. She thrust her tongue into Mike’s mouth, wanting him to take her now. Her pussy felt empty and she wanted nothing more than to have it full. Mike bent down and took a nipple between his lips which sent shock waves from the nipple straight to Caitlyn's already excited pussy.
“Mike…” Caitlyn moaned.
Mike heard the guttural passion in her voice and he smiled. He started to kiss across her belly heading towards her pussy. He would really get her going.
Caitlyn was having none of it. “Mike.” He looked up to see Caitlyn’s face a mask of lust. “Please,” she moaned. She grabbed his arms and pulled him towards her. “Please make love to me. Now.”
He allowed himself to be pulled over her, settling between her spread legs. He was a little startled still not realizing how ready she was. Her hand found his cock and led him to her opening. He felt the heat and wetness of her pussy which sent unmistakable orders to his brain. The evolutionary imperative - reproduce! His cock was seated in her entrance, a little push and her pussy flowered open to welcome his hard shaft. In one long slow stroke, Mike buried himself in Caitlyn.
“Oh, Mike,” groaned Caitlyn.
Mike smiled as he started fucking the young girl under him. He started slow, rotating his hips every time he bottomed out, grinding himself into her clitoris. Caitlyn matched him, thrusting her hips to meet his, urging him to bring her pleasure. Faster and faster, they went, harder and harder Mike fucked into the girl, Caitlyn met him thrust for thrust, absorbing him into her.
They had been making love for two hours without knowing it, from the time they sat in the restaurant until now. Two hours of foreplay was almost too much. Mike felt his climax building and worried. ‘No, not so soon. Not our first time. I’ve got to hold off.’
Caitlyn nearly exploded in orgasm as soon as his cock filled her and his loins ground into her clitoris. She felt his cock leaving her and wanted him back only to feel his shaft plunge into her again and again. It was what she had desired, to be filled by Mike, to be loved by Mike, to be fucked by Mike. Without warning, her climax erupted. She cried out as her fingers dug into his arms. Her pussy spasming around his cock, milking it, wanting his seed.
Mike heard her moan, felt her fingers and felt her pussy grasping needily at his cock. He was so close that knowing she was climaxing under him was more than he could hold off and his own climax exploded in him sending great gouts of his cum exploding down his cock and into the girl, flooding her pussy.
They collapsed together, in that languid floating world of orgasmic bliss, softly touching, kissing, just being together. “I love you,” Caitlyn said softly.
“Love you,” Mike said quietly as he kissed her neck.
Sleep crept upon them as their motions slowed and finally stopped, their breathing becoming regular and deep, dreams taking them into their future.
Copyright Rod O'Steele © 2006, 2007, 2008, 2011, 2014