Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Caution to the Winds by ShylyWild Story Codes: MF ROM CONS I love to hear from my readers! Email me at ShylyWild81@Yahoo.com -------------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER 1 I silently turn the door handle and it is as I hoped - and feared. You have left it unlocked. The trip has been everything that you promised. I dreaded the long, long flight half way around the world, but the seats in first class were so comfortable and you were so charming that time slipped swiftly away. I even managed to sleep, huddled against your shoulder, your arm embracing me. I remember smiling when you inhaled the fragrance of my hair and caressed my cheek with your finger, thinking me asleep. It was only yesterday that we'd met for the first time, yet it seems like we have known each other forever. What had started as a chance encounter over the internet had grown into something much more. We had shared secrets about ourselves that even our spouses did not know, and in many ways we'd become as intimate as lovers, although never had we met - until yesterday. I was nervous as I made my way through the concourse towards the gate, hoping desperately that you wouldn't be disappointed - that you would not regret your invitation. At first I thought you were joking when you suggested that I accompany you on your business trip to Singapore. Why, we had never met face-to-face! How did I know that you would like me? How did I know that I would like you? And I? I was a prig - a prude. I would never be so reckless! Yet here I was, on the cusp of a great adventure - not on a girls' holiday in New York like I told my husband, but about to make my first foray into international travel - and to the exotic Far East! For once in my life I had thrown caution to the winds. There you were! I recognized you immediately from your pictures. You glanced appraisingly my way as I walked up, followed by startled recognition and a delighted smile as you rose to greet me. The awkwardness of a first meeting melted away, soothed by your warmth and eagerness. I feel different when I'm with you. More open. Free. How do you bring that out in me? The Raffles Hotel is simply magnificent, the room more luxurious than I imagined possible. How wonderful it would be to slip into bed with you, nap away the exhaustion of travel and awake refreshed and eager to explore your body! But your meeting is in three hours so we just grabbed a quick breakfast (supper?) in the hotel and you disappeared into the bathroom to clean up. I take a deep breath, hand on the door handle. I can hear you splashing in the marble tub. One more glance in the mirror, and I step suddenly and irrevocably into the white glare of the bathroom. Startled, you look up. I have caught you soaping your strong arms and my stomach flip flops as I see your taut body for the first time. I smile shyly and strut a little, arching my back and thrusting my chest out. Can you tell that I am naked under the thick terry cloth robe? You hastily drop the wash cloth to your lap and I smile to myself, gaining confidence. Slowly I pull the sash, loosening the slip knot, my eyes locked on yours, watching your reaction. Still you have not spoken. You seem mesmerized by my hands, by the slow undoing of the cinch at my waist. I'm feeling devilish now - mischievous. I have caught you by surprise and for once the suave, cultured veneer has fallen away and I can see the schoolboy that lives inside you. You swallow and part your lips as if to pant, frozen in the tub. The sash falls away and I tease you a little, letting the robe slip down past my shoulders, baring them to your greedy gaze. I turn my body, first one way, then the other, showing off. I hold your eyes again and smile, letting the robe drop in a puddle to the floor. I am naked. "Dios Mio!" I hear you exclaim to yourself, your eyes roaming everywhere at once. I am absurdly proud of the reaction I have provoked in you. Again I turn a little so that you can see me completely. My boobs aren't large, but they are very firm - athletic, as someone described them. I like my breasts and I want you to like them to. Can you see that my nipples are erect? My areoles are pale, almost the color of my skin. "Stunning," you mutter. Your eyes drop compulsively, and I know what you're staring at. I am bare down there, my skin soft and smooth as a baby's. It takes all my will power not to lock my hands in front of me, modestly hiding my secret place from your lust. Modesty is not why I'm here. I want you to see me. All of me. I want to be open to you and shed this stifling prudishness. I force myself to stand still, legs slightly parted, my hands at my sides. Look your fill, Ronaldo. Know my secrets - all of them! Finally you manage to croak, "My Emily, you're so beautiful! Come to me!" And obediently I step into the tub and lower myself into the water facing you, my calves straddling your thighs. I smile at you nervously. You're regaining your composure and resuming command. "You must be exhausted after that flight. Let me wash you." You lather the wash rag and take my hand in yours. I feel like a little girl again. I am surprised at how deftly you wash my hand. Not clumsy or rough like a younger man, but sure, confident, gentle and sensuous. You delicately explore the palm and fingers of my right hand, then with firmer strokes wash the rest of my arm. I revel in your touch, willing to be led. My left arm is next. I feel your hands tremble slightly and I can sense how aroused you are, yet you remain completely under control. A jolt passes through my belly and my heart leaps. Very gently you wash my face, like I am constructed of rare porcelain that may shatter under a rougher touch. It makes me feel secure somehow to have you do that. I trust you completely. The rag wanders down to my throat and I tilt my chin upwards to allow you access, the soapy lather still coating my face. You trace the hollow at the base of my neck and again your hands tremble. My breasts are engorged, my nipples taut. You hesitate for an instant, and quickly I guide your hands downwards until the rag engulfs my swollen bosom. How luxurious it is to be washed in this way, the water steaming and the lather rich and thick! I wish that I could see your face, but my eyes remain tightly shut, reveling in the soft touch of the cloth as you wash me. I smile a little to myself - certainly my breasts will be thoroughly clean at the end of your ministrations! Finally, you raise first one arm than the other, swabbing my armpits, than the part of my tummy above the water. "Turn around," you breathe into my ear. I jump! Your lips are much closer than I imagined. Obediently I turn and present my back to you, sitting inside your legs, my body close to yours. A jet of warm water caresses my hair as you wet it with the nozzle. Mmmmm. It feels so good. The cascading stream rinses the soap from my face and finally I can open my eyes a little. I see your feet and calves on either side of me, and in my mind's eye I follow your legs back to their junction. Suddenly I realize how close I am to the center of your masculinity and I blush. You notice the reddening flush of my cheeks and tenderly stroke my cheek. "Sshhh. I won't hurt you. Relax. Let me do this." I squeeze your arm in silent acknowledgement. My head is thoroughly soaked now, my thick hair clinging to my neck and back, water streaming from the tips. Your strong hands soap my back in circles and I slump gratefully, almost purring. Too soon you rinse my body, then open the shampoo and I feel the cold, viscous liquid coating my head. Confidently, yet gently, your fingers work it into my scalp and I melt under your touch. It takes nearly the whole bottle, but finally my hair is buried in a mountain of luxurious, thick lather. You pause to dip your hands in the water, than I feel once again the warm jet of the nozzle as your begin to rinse. I love for you to handle my hair, to feel your fingertips massage my scalp. I feel like the old Emily is being washed away and someone new is emerging, but I am content to let it happen, to allow you to minister to my body. I steal a glimpse at the mirror and am taken by the expression on your face - a mix of affection and trembling excitement, your movements barely controlled. I suddenly wonder - are you aroused? Have I excited you? Impulsively I sag back into your arms and instinctively you envelop me. I can feel you now. I can feel your phallus trapped between our bodies, like a hot, rigid rod of iron burning into my skin. I wriggle a little as if to settle into position, and feel it jump and pulse at the unexpected contact. My belly seems leaden, my womanly parts swollen and heavy, aching dully. I cup your hands around my breasts and breathily turn my face to kiss you, searching out your mouth. As your lips find mine your hands begin to squeeze and massage, kneading my breasts like bread dough. A moan escapes my lips and your tongue touches mine. Oh, Ronaldo! Do I please you? Tell me that I please you, that you desire me, that you wish to ravage me! Be impulsive now! Be impatient! I do not want to be caressed any longer! I want to be taken! I want you to impale me with your proud manhood, to plunder my body, to take possession of me! I press back into you and the full measure of your shaft presses my back. Your tongue wrestles briefly with mine, than abruptly you stand, pulling me up with you. As I rise, turning to face you, I am struck by the savage lust in your face. My eyes are drawn inexorably downwards to your magnificent jutting member and I am transfixed. Oh, Ronaldo, you are so perfect! I long to touch you, to pet and caress you, to take you into my mouth. But you are in a hurry. You snatch a huge, fluffy towel and engulf me in it, rapidly daubing the clinging water from my body. I squeeze the water from my thick hair and wrap it in another towel, as soft as a cloud. We step out of the tub and you embrace me, body to body, skin to skin. Oh, God, Ronaldo! I can feel your penis pressed into my belly, so large, so firm! I want you! I want you now! Quickly you finish, pummeling me impatiently, patting at my belly and pubis, then turning me to dry my back. Again you press up against me and kiss my ear, your penis parting the globes of my bottom. I can't wait much longer! I need you inside me! Don't tease me! Finally, you kneel and with trembling, hasty strokes dry my bottom, my legs. Now it's my turn to dry you! I am gentler than you, but no less hasty. Normally, I would want to explore, to tease, to thoroughly sop up every drop of moisture. Now I'm in a hurry. I swath you in the towel, drying your broad shoulders, your firm pecs, then down your taut belly to the object of my desire. I wrap the towel around your shaft and pet it a little, hearing the sharp intake of your breath and feeling you jump. I dry between your legs, delicately daubing your wrinkled sack. Then I turn you, passing the towel quickly over your back and your oh-so-delightful bottom. How firm it is! Are you certain you're 51?? I go down to my knees and frenziedly dry your legs, suddenly in a hurry. Your penis bobs in front of me, inches from my lips. I swallow, my heart beating. I can't resist. It is so strong, so handsome, so the center of you! As if under a power not my own, I feel my mouth open and engulf your tip. I distantly hear you moan and feel your hands on the back of my head as my senses swirl. Your head is spongy and surprisingly large in my mouth. I squeeze it a little with my tongue, learning the texture of you, the taste of you, clean and fragrant from the bath. I explore you with my tongue, tracing the furrow underneath the head, tasting the fluid oozing from your tip and playing with the little opening there. My hands are busy as well. One grasps your shaft, and the other cups your swollen testicles, caressing them, squeezing them lightly. "Emily..." you moan, and press my head more firmly into your body, willing me to take more of you into my mouth. And I comply. I press you against the roof of my mouth with the flat of my tongue, sucking on you, feeling you expand. Oh, God, I love this! I begin stroking you with my tongue, my hand keeping time on your shaft, slow and firm at first, so very firm, then faster and lighter, varying the rhythm of my caresses. I want so much to please you, to find what pleasures you the most. You stab at my mouth in your ecstasy and I must hold you back, in danger of choking. "Just like that, Emily! Don't stop! Don't stop!" you moan, and another jolt passes through my belly. I can feel the moisture seeping from my body and running in drops down my thigh. Your excitement is peaking. Your manhood swells and I know you are close. Frantically my hand strokes you, my mouth and lips suctioning you, concentrating on your furrow. Your scrotum tightens, and I can barely feel the orbs within, so tightly they are drawn up to your body. Your fingers are like iron at the back of my head and you thrust convulsively at me. "Emily! Stop, Emily! I'm going to explode!! I... I.... UUUUUUHHHHHHHH!!!" Your protestations are lost in a primal cry as you gather yourself... so near! Soooo near..... Yes, Ronaldo! Yes! Please give me your gift! I want so much to know that I've pleased you! Oh, yes! You are so near... So close! Do you feel it rising? Do you feel it building up inside you? Think of your throbbing penis in my mouth! My warm, moist, sensuous mouth.. my lips stretched around your shaft, the flat of my tongue lapping you, stroking you, willing you to come - to come Ronaldo! Yes, I want to taste your essence! To know that I've completed you! Please! Please......!! And with a final cry your body stiffens and gathers itself. My triumph is at hand! I take as much of you into my mouth as I can and mold my tongue and lips to you, holding you, caressing you as you soar upwards... upwards... UPWARDS.... Your first spurt explodes into my throat and I swallow it quickly. My hand is a blur on your shaft as my heart leaps in excitement! Another spurt! And another! I steal a look upwards - your head is back, your loins thrust forward, your mouth wide in a silent cry to the heavens! I am overcome with gratitude, that you have allowed me to pleasure you like this, that you have trusted me with your most private part, the soul of you. Finally you slump, spent, and raise me to my feet and kiss me deeply. I am yours, now, Ronaldo! I am yours. Chapter 2 I stretch luxuriously, my body swathed in the cool, crisp Egyptian cotton sheets of the four-poster king-sized bed. The afternoon sun streaming through a slit in the heavy drapes had finally found my face and I awoke bathed in brilliance. It struck me again - I was in Singapore! And this suite is amazing. Oriental rugs covered the teakwood floors. Fourteen foot ceilings gave a feeling of spaciousness, almost like I was camping out of doors. My husband and I were fairly well off by American standards, but this is luxury beyond my experience. I stretch again, acutely aware of my nakedness. The softness of the cotton on my breasts and belly bring memories of the morning flooding back. Ronaldo had scooped me naked and damp into his strong arms and deposited me on this bed, my legs dangling over the edge as he immediately dropped to his knees between them. I feel a tingle as I remember his eager tongue lapping furiously at my swollen streaming furrow. His breath was hot as he spread my lips with trembling fingers and unsheathed my clitoris, the better to taste my essence. Never had I soared quicker to the heights of passion! He seemed to know just how much to pressure my quivering nubbin, leading me to the edge, yet forcing me to linger - to linger in tortured ecstasy as wave after wave of exquisite pleasure swelled in my body, crested, and reluctantly ebbed, only to crest again, higher.. and higher.. I forced his head into me, twisting and arching my back, desperately striving to reach what my body so strained for. But no adolescent hasty in desire was Ronaldo! He was a master of the bodies of women and knew the deeper pleasure that came from the torture of pleasure denied. Just as I felt that I must peak or go mad his tongue would slow its frenzied flicking and I would feel deep pressure as he suckled at my furrow, tickling my urethra and the opening to my vagina before once again returning his attention to my throbbing button. To my surprise I discover that my hand has found its way southwards and even now is toying with my moistening slit. God, he had aroused me so - more than I ever imagined possible. Has my behavior changed so much already? For at home I rarely touch myself. I coax my clit from its protecting sheath as my thoughts return to the morning only a few hours but an entire lifetime ago. In the end I was a woman demented, driven far beyond any sense of modesty or prudishness by that rapacious tongue. I forced him into me, grinding myself on his nose and lips and tongue. Tortured gasps escaped my lips as I thrust myself at him, desperate... desperate... And at that moment he rose above me and pushed my knees to my chest with his muscular arms. His eyes glittered in triumph and lust as he held my eyes with his, then slowly and deliberately sank the shaft of his angry distended phallus into the clinging sheath of my vagina. The last veneer of civilized demeanor was stripped from him and I discovered his power and strength at last! He grimaced with barely controlled passion as deeper and deeper the head of his engorged cock sank into me. My every nerve was afire, my skin flushed and sensitive! And as he held my eyes with his he reached the uttermost depths of me, and when he paused to savor his victory, at last the wells of my desire burst forth and I cried his name over and over as my body quivered and shook, pinned by that throbbing hot spike! As the wave crested Ronaldo began his assault - a slow, deliberate withdrawal ending in a tiny pause, than a savage thrust that lifted my bottom off of the bed. The palms of his hands found my flushed breasts and mercilessly squeezed, then released... squeezed then released... as he thrust again... and again! And never did his eyes leave mine. I felt naked, exposed as I had never been before, as if he was peering into my very soul. My hand is a blur between my legs as I remember again how he had plundered me, stripping me of the last vestiges of prudery. The metallic fragrance of my arousal fills the hotel suite and the slipperiness of my arousal lubricates my finger as it stabs repeatedly at my little nubbin of desire. My hips jerk as my fingers find my nipple and squeeze, just as he had. Never had I been so filled, so completed! Our bodies seemed made for each other, my vagina molded from his cock, his prick made for my pussy! I had begun to meet his thrusts, pushing upwards to take in all of him, the walls of my tunnel clutching him, caressing him as I clinched uncontrollably. I wanted more of him - I wanted all of him - I wanted... I wanted... And then I felt him swell. One final, savage thrust and he paused frozen, his face a contorted mask. And as he gave forth a mighty groan I had felt the first warm wetness of his spurting essence as my orgasm ambushed me. I shook like a leaf, oblivious to all but the electric sensations coursing through my body as he resumed his assault, frantic this time, wringing the last bit of pleasure from our bodies until exhausted he had slumped into my arms, his softening manhood bathed in the warm fluids of our coupling as I stroked his hair and lavished kisses on his ear and cheek. I am using both hands now, holding my lips apart so that the hot swollen flesh of my most secret place lies fully exposed to the frantic flicking of my fingers. I press harder... and still harder... I feel the secretions of my excitement running in rivulets down the swell of my butt, wetting the sheet under my bottom. Wild thoughts flash through my feverish brain... his swollen, erect penis, proud in the soft light of the bathroom... the look of pure desire as he spreads my legs and gazes on my secrets... his tongue, oh, his marvelous tongue! Seeking out all of my hidden places, driving me to abandonment! And then the thrusting of his phallus, impaling me with the rigid rod of his manhood! Oh, God! I'm going to come! I'm going to.. to.. OOOOOHHHHHH!!!!!!! OH, YES!!! OOOOOOOHHHHHH RONALDOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! YEEESSSSSS!!!!!! I slump, utterly spent, my hands still between my legs as my mind drifts in that far place that comes after the ultimate pleasure. Oh, Ronaldo!