(c) Copyright Henrik Larsen 2004
 
 

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This story contains elements of explicit sexual nature.

If, for some reason, you feel offended by erotic stories, then I don't know why you have opened this one. Maybe to be offended, so you can complain about how awful it is that somebody writes stuff like this. If that's the case, my advice is to seek professional help. You need it. If you are not allowed to read stories like this, I will not be held responsible, if you choose to continue. But don't worry; it's all fantasy.

A great thanks to Mat Twassel and Shae for editing the story.
 

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A Little Different.

Chapter 10.
 

Lisa finally made it through immigrations and customs. When she saw me she abandoned her luggage trolley and we ran towards each other like we hadn't seen each other for year. God, it felt good to hug her again.

"Are you tired?" I asked, as we walked back, hand in hand to salvage the trolley. "Hungry?"

"No. I'd asked for an seat by the aisle and the two other seats were empty, as soon as they turn off the "Fasten Seatbelt" sign, I had a nice bed."

"Lucky you."

"Yes, I slept most of the trip and when I was awake I was eating."

"God, did you pack the closet too," I said when I began pushing the heavy trolley.

"No," Lisa laughed. "You just have to release the brake."

I felt silly but couldn't help laughing, too. It was so good to see her again.

"Is it a nice hotel?" Lisa asked.

"It is. You can make your own juice at breakfast. Quite luxurious. More than we're used to."

"Great. How abut the room?"

"That's on the eighth floor and there's a great view over the city. And the bed is huge."

I don't know why I mentioned the bed. We looked timidly at each other.

"Let's get a taxi, then you can see for yourself," I said.

Coming out of the airport was a bit of a shock for Lisa as it was for me when I arrived. The airport was nice and cool like all other buildings because of the air-conditioning and coming out was like walking into an oven. Lisa spent most of the trip to the hotel looking out the window. I had told her how green and clean it was, but seeing it was still impressive. So was the hotel. It was very fancy, compared to the hotels we had stayed in on our holidays.

We went up to the room with Lisa's luggage. In some strange way we had been looking forward to seeing each other and being alone together, but now that we were, we needed some time to get used to each other; we had to meet on neutral ground first. I suggested we went down to the bar for a drink.

When we hit the lobby Lisa remembered that she had to use the restroom and told me to go to the bar and order the drinks. Dave was back, sitting at our usual table with his drink as if he was waiting for me to keep him company. I said hello and sat down with him, waiting for the waitress. Before I could tell him that Lisa had arrived she appeared at the entrance and Dave immediately spotted her.

"Now, that is the best piece of arse I've seen in Singapore. I'll buy her a drink any day."

"Well, I'll go tell her," I said.

Lisa was still scouting to find us as I approached her.

"Act like you don't know me," I whispered to her. She looked quizzically at me but pretended I was a complete stranger. Back at the table I introduced Dave.

"This is my friend Dave. He thinks you're the best piece of arse he'd seen in Singapore and would like to buy you a drink."

"How nice of you, Dave."

Dave, who took pride in correct gentlemanly behaviour towards women, got up.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to insult you. It was meant as a compliment."

Lisa smiled and I was about to crack up.

"Dave, this is Lisa. I think she'll have a gin and tonic."

Dave looked confused for a second, and then it dawned on him.

"You cheeky bastard. Why didn't you tell me she was coming?"

Dave and Lisa hit it off right away and we decided to have dinner together. It was around ten before we were back at the hotel. Dave wanted to have a nightcap in the hotel bar but Lisa said she was tired after the journey and wanted to go to bed. We had enjoyed ourselves all evening and any thoughts about what was going to happen once we were alone had been pushed away. As we entered the hotel room they emerged and filled me with anxiety.

Lisa was not as tired as she had pretended to be.

"It's been ages since I've had a bath. Do you want to join me," she said.

"I do, but I can't promise anything."

"I know. I've... read more about it and it seems that the best way is to start over slowly. They recommended that the first week you should only touch. No real sex. Not having to perform should ease the pressure."

"It sounds reasonable, but we only have a week."

"Let's see what happens. I don't really care if we do it or just, you know, use our hands and mouth." Lisa blushed. "I just want to be close to you. We'll take it one day at a time." She smiled devilishly. "Only touching tonight, then."

While the tub filled we hugged and kissed; we almost forgot the tub. A minute more and we had flooded the bathroom. Being close again was so wonderful. We quickly undressed. Before my problem started I would already have been hard while we kissed, but my state of erection was still very much on my mind, and even though I told myself that it didn't matter, I was soft as an over boiled carrot. I caught Lisa looking at me and made a joke about it. It sort of eased up the tension and we went into the tub teasing each other and laughing.

Lisa was right about one thing: my lack of erection didn't really matter. It was great being together again and even though my cock was soft, I was as excited as she seemed to be. Doing it yourself only takes care of so much. Lisa's hands felt much better than my own and she was all over me as I was all over her. Despite this there was still no reaction on my behalf when we jumped into bed.

I couldn't get enough of her. I had missed her a lot, more than I thought. I wanted to touch and taste all of her and after a while I tried to move down between her legs. The bed was large and we rolled around like we were wrestling. Lisa was as hungry as I was and we ended up side by side with our head between each other's thighs. Once again I was reminded of my state but I realised I didn't care. Lisa was excited and responded to my caresses and it didn't take long before she had an orgasm. It may sound strange but it made me feel so light and happy.

I slowed down but Lisa continued eagerly as if my cock was hard. It felt good, almost good enough to make me come but there was something missing and it blocked me from getting all the way. It was as if my brain refused to accept that it felt good enough without an erection. I was just about to tell Lisa to give it up, but decided that there was no reason why I couldn't please her.

Once again I dived in between her thighs. Lisa stopped licking me for a moment.

"I've missed you so much," she whispered.

"I've missed you, too, even though it doesn't show. It still feels so good."

"I know. I don't care if it shows. You know, I can take all of you now," she giggled.

Then she engulfed all of my cock in her mouth and resumed sucking and licking me. She did it tenderly and with affection in a way I can't describe. It suddenly occurred to me that maybe she liked to please me as much as I liked to please her. I buried my face between her thighs and the more I licking and sucked her, the more she intensified her sucking and licking until the point where she got close to coming and concentrated on her own pleasure.

I felt really close to coming when she came down from her orgasm and her tongue began to swirl around my limp cock again. Maybe the signals from down there confused my brain and made it think I was hard. I couldn't tell if my cock was actually getting hard, but I was sure I was getting very close to coming. I was deeply concentrated and my whole body was stiff, save my cock. Lisa sensed it. Maybe she already knew that it was possible for a man to have an orgasm without having an erection. I was about to learn.

Despite the confusing signals from my groin it was difficult to get the last bit of the way. I had never had to concentrate so much to have on orgasm. Usually it was the opposite of situation and I would have to concentrate on not coming. It was tremendous release when I finally could feel I had reached the point of no return and could let go.

One thing is certain: I'll never forget that orgasm. It was an entirely different experience to come that way, mentally at least; the physics of it was probably the same. Lisa was also kind of proud afterwards and we fell asleep in each other's arms, happier together than we had been for a long time.

I woke the next morning with a prominent erection, unfortunately not caused by Lisa's presence. The erection dwindled after I'd relieved myself but I was confident that by evening my troubles would be over.

We spent the day looking at the city and shopping. In the afternoon we met with Dave in the hotel bar for a drink. He said he was otherwise engaged for dinner, which obviously was a lie to give us a chance to be alone. Dave was a real gentleman.

When we undressed that evening I had an erection. I was cured and even though oral sex was good and exciting, intercourse was more than ever what I wanted. Everything was fine until just before we were getting at it. Suddenly I thought it felt as if I was about to lose my erection and no sooner had the thought emerged before my erection dwindled. Somewhere in the back of my mind the fear was lurking and I apparently had no control over it. Annoyed, I cursed my cock.

"I think we should give up having intercourse while I'm here," Lisa said. "There's plenty of time when you get home."

"It's just so frustrating."

"And it will get more and more frustrating if you keep focusing on it. Let's just enjoy it as much as we can. Last night was fine, wasn't it?"

I knew she was right but it was difficult to accept it.

"Yes, but... It's not the same. You want it too, don't you?"

"Of course, but what we did last night was great and exciting."

"Sure, but..."

"You know, I never get to touch your cock when it is soft. If it's not already hard before I touch it, it is seconds after. Last night was different. It was quite exciting."

It had never occurred to me to see it from that perspective.

"I can take it all in my mouth like that movie... 'Deep Throat'."

She blushed as she said it and I was a bit surprised that she knew the movie. I knew little more than the title and the main feature of the film, which the title revealed.

"It did look pretty cool," I said.

"You will get over it, you just need more time. You wanna see it again?"

She didn't wait for an answer but moved down between my legs and sucked my cock into her mouth with a slurping sound, while she kept eye contact with me. It looked more than cool; it looked awesome, just like she had my cock down her throat. It felt good, too. She let go of it and sucked it in again, this time keeping her lips tightly together. She was right: I would have to forget about intercourse. Recovery was not as imminent as I had thought and in the meantime this was a much better solution. Still, in the back of my mind I hoped my cock would grow hard again, but it didn't happen that night.

The next day we visited the botanical garden. It was a quiet and beautiful park and the most deserted place I had seen in Singapore so far, which suited us fine. We both felt the urge to hug and kiss all the time but I wasn't sure if it was against some law to do it in public. I had never seen anyone show any kind of affection in public, not even hold hands. In the botanical garden we had a little privacy and could hide behind a tree of a hedgerow of their national flower, a tall orchid.

That evening, my erection came and went a couple of times. The only bad thing was that the extreme stamina I had experienced the first night was closely linked to the lack of erection. I couldn't help feeling a bit disappointed when I came right after Lisa had come. Lisa laughed when I told her and said something about having your cake and eating it, too.

Over the next two days my performance improved. We stuck to the plan and did not attempt to have intercourse. I felt terribly tempted but Lisa convinced me it was better to wait until I came home and we had more time.

"I wonder if I'm ever going to get completely over it," I said. "By now I know it is caused by my own fear and yet I can't control it."

"You will," Lisa assured me. "It takes time. We'll start slowly when you come home and you will regain your confidence. You're not the first man it has happened to and unless there's a physical reason it can be overcome."

"I hope you're right."

It was hard to say goodbye. When I left for Singapore our relationship was strained, I was stressed and we both needed a break to think things over, but everything had changed and I wanted to go home with her. I think she felt the same, but she tried her best to hide it and did a good job of it until right before we had to say goodbye.
 
 
 

Chapter 11.
 

The first week after Lisa had left was hard. We missed each other but I also realised how much energy I had spent thinking about my problem. I was confident that we could beat it. The future looked much brighter.

The botanical garden became my favourite spot. If at all possible, I went there every afternoon and stayed until the sun went down around seven. For someone like me, used to the changing seasons up north, it was kind of strange that the sun rose and went down the exact same time every day. Their greenhouse was another funny difference. In Denmark, greenhouses are heated to get tender plants through the winter; in Singapore they are cooled to make plants from colder regions survive in the tropical climate.

I found another difference: When I asked the people I was training if they understood what I explained they always said yes, but I suddenly realised that sometimes they were just being polite. It was a waste of time asking. Instead, I had to give them practical tests and if I could see they were on the wrong track I guided them in the right direction. The result was easily recognisable, both because they learnt more, and they were happier, feeling confident about what they were doing.

One afternoon while I was walking around the botanical garden, it struck me that the technician's polite response to my questions was much like the way we acted towards each other when it came to sex. We pretended everything was fine even though we had doubts, desires, needs, and unanswered questions. The problem was the same. The solution I had worked out for my students was not immediately applicable. In a way it was. Communication was the key; communication and a mutual understanding of the situation. I was unable to formulate and turn it into a universal solution, but I was sure that if I ever did, it would be valuable to many couples.

The days passed surprisingly quickly. Before I knew it I only had a week left. Lisa had been on my mind constantly and even more so with only a week left, but thoughts about what I was going to do at work after I returned also forced themselves upon me. My colleagues back home had kept me up to date on the situation and although it sounded as if it had improved, it was still not like it used to be. Our new section manager had added up the overtime we had put in since our five colleagues had been laid off, and taken it to the management along with a stack of complaints from our customers and the salespeople. Apparently he had put his own job on the line and in the end they had agreed to take back two of the five. It was good but they were still busy. They hoped it would get close to normal when I returned.
 

I had hoped John was one of them, but he had found a new job as caretaker at the school. It paid less than his old job but he preferred the security and had declined the offer to return. I was happy for him and understood his decision.

I was sure I was going home but two days before I was due to return I had a tempting offer from the Singapore company. They wanted me to stay on. I was offered a manager job with a generous salary; much more than I could ever imagine earning in my present job, even considering the cost of living in Singapore. It would be a career move of a magnitude way beyond anything I had imagined possible. My spirits were high when I met Dave in the bar that afternoon.

"It is a great offer and you have earned it. They don't give out offers like yours just to be polite. You must be good, but you need to consider what you want to do with your life. If you take that job, it's bye-bye Lisa. If she stays back home you'll only see her a couple of times a year. She or you will eventually get bored and find something local. If you bring her out here it is unlikely she can get a job. It will be difficult for a ground schoolteacher with a major in Danish and German to get a job. She'll be even more bored than if you left her alone back home. Before you know it she'll be on her way home. Believe me, I've seen it before and I would hate to see it happen to you two."

I was glad when he said I had earned it, but the part about losing Lisa was depressing. In my mind she would just move with me to Singapore; I hadn't considered what she was going to do once she was here. There was some truth in his words but I refused to accept it. I could put it down to jealousy on his behalf, but he earned more in his present job than I was offered and he was sick and tired of living in Asia. He spoke from experience and was genuinely trying to help for my sake; maybe more for Lisa's sake. I'm sure he had a little crush on her. Still, I wanted to talk to Lisa about it before I gave it up. Maybe she liked the idea of expanding our horizon, living in Singapore for some years.

I told Lisa about it the next day. She congratulated me but the worried tone in her voice betrayed her when she asked me if I had accepted the offer.

"Of course not. I had to talk to you first."

Her end of the line went quiet.

"Singapore is awfully far away."

I was happy Dave had tried to pull me down from my cloud the day before. It had given me time to think about it and imagine what it would be like from Lisa's point of view.

"I know. I have thought about it and I'll politely turn them down. I might try to keep the door open in case it looks too bad when I get back to the factory, but for now you're much more important to me."

"But if you want the job I'll go with you to Singapore. We'll still be together."

"I don't think I really want it, I'm just happy that they asked me. We have all our friends and relatives in Denmark. It might become lonely out here for both of us."

Lisa sounded relieved. I had been a little depressed after talking with Dave about the job, but strangely, talking to Lisa about it had made me feel a lot better about it, even though it had convinced me that I had to turn it down. I was content with the fact that they had given me a fine offer.

After we had talked about it I carefully thought over the options I had. The job in Singapore was a great opportunity, but I risked my marriage if I accepted. That excluded that option. The second possibility was to find another job back home. This meant that either we sold the house and moved or I would have to commute for several hours every day. Selling the house could take time and Lisa would have to find another job as well. Even if we could sell the house fast, and Lisa found a job in the city, buying a new house closer to the city was much more expensive than where we lived now. While my brother lived in Copenhagen, his tiny, two room flat cost more than our house. We had planned to have children in the not too distant future, and doing so in a small flat compared to our present house convinced me that moving was a bad idea. If I was going to commute for several hours every day I might as well get paid overtime and work a little longer.

All in all, my options were limited. Either way I looked at it, I had to stay where I was.

I carefully planned how to turn down their offer in the most polite way, making sure they understood how happy I was that they wanted me. I used Lisa as part of the excuse for not accepting, saying that she was very close to her family and was reluctant to move. They understood but asked me to considered it again and talk to my wife when I got home. In case I changed my mind, the offer would stay open for two months. I promised them I would.

Dave was sad that I was going home. At first I thought he was just being polite, but he drove me to the airport and made me promise to keep in touch. There was something in his voice when he said goodbye. He was old enough to be my father, but a wife and children had never fitted in. I wondered what option he had considered when he chose that life. I knew his father worked in the mines. Staying might never have been a real option for him.

I was flying home on the night flight and would land in the morning in Copenhagen. Dave had told me everything about how to avoid jetlag. I should stay awake until it was time to sleep in Denmark. I set my wristwatch to Danish time when I boarded and I was lucky that the seat next to me was empty. That meant a little more room to spread.

I began to read but it was hard to concentrate. Being close to home it became almost unbearable to wait another fourteen hours to see Lisa. Time moved slowly, but suddenly the plot in my book caught me and a couple of hours passed quickly. I had just finished the book when they turned the cabin light off and asked the passengers in the window seats to pull down the curtains. It was easier to sleep on the way home, even though I still woke several times to get some water.

I dreamt about Lisa all the way home. An hour before we landed, breakfast was served. It's incredible how much food they can carry and prepare on a plane. Not all of it tastes fantastic but the breakfast was good and made the time pass. Suddenly the captain announced that we were approaching and had to fasten our seatbelts.

When I stood by the luggage band I could almost smell Lisa. My suitcase was one of the first and I went straight through customs. The customs officers were probably having breakfast. She was right in front of me when I came out and I hurried to her. It was the best hug ever. I was torn between "never leave again" and "I have to do this more often". I was home.

I had a crisis around three in the afternoon but apart from that I was surprisingly awake, but around ten I began to feel a little sleepy again. I suddenly realised how long it had been since I showered and decided to take a bath before I went to bed.

"Do you want me to join you?" Lisa asked.

"I hope you will."

When Lisa slipped into the shower she smiled shyly. "I have a surprise for you."

"Oh?"

"You know, you always complain that you get hair in your mouth. I've trimmed it a little."

I looked down but I couldn't see much difference from above and reached down to feel. When my fingers touched her I knew what she meant. All traces of hair on her lips were gone. I could hardly wait to see what it looked like.

I had considered asking Lisa if she wanted to shave her pussy, but merely because I always got hair in my mouth. Now that she had done it I found it arousing as well. I think it was the thought of her doing it, because the first thought I had was: what did she use? I asked her.

"My electric shaver, you know, the one I use for my legs."

"Was it fun? It vibrates some, doesn't it? My shaver does."

Lisa blushed and smiled timidly. "I think it was mostly because I thought of you."

"I'd love to help you next time."

I was between her legs as soon as we hit the bed. It was not very different except for the lack of hair and still it was extremely exciting to feel the soft, slick skin of her lips with my lips and tongue. The result was predictable and came quickly. I crawled up to her and we cuddled for a while until she manoeuvred me to my back with her on top of me. I think her plan was to kiss her way down over my chest, but as she backed towards my cock it pressed against her pussy and it was only a matter of a slight adjustment, which was almost a reflex, and I was inside her. We had planned to wait with the first attempt and just enjoy each other without the frustrations my problem caused, but I had been so preoccupied by her shaved pussy that I had forgotten about my problem.

We looked each other in the eyes as Lisa rose to straighten her back, forcing me as deep into her as I would go. I was very conscious about how quickly it could end but it felt wonderful and it had been so long, so I decided to enjoy it for as long as it would last. It would have required tremendous power of will to ask Lisa to get off, for sure more than I could master.

For a minute or so, Lisa just sat on me with her eyes closed, breathing deeply. I caressed her breasts and savoured the feeling of being in her. Having Lisa on top of me with her back straight was one of my favourite positions because I was so deep inside her that I could feel the tip of my cock touch her cervix. Sometimes she loved the position as much as I did and she could sit and rotate on me for a long time, driving us both crazy. Apparently she had less patience today. It looked and sounded like she enjoyed it, but she began to move up and down in an increasing pace.

Again, my willpower failed me and I just went along, hoping not only that my erection would last but also that I could hold back for some time. Lisa knew me well enough to feel how close I was but instead of slowing down she doubled her efforts. We smashed against each other like we were trying to break our bones.

We laughed when Lisa fell down on me after I had come. The relief and happiness was overwhelming.

"It's so good to have you home again," Lisa whispered between kisses.

"It's wonderful to be home again."

While we were lying in the aftermath, Lisa suddenly rose on her elbow.

"How would you feel about having a child?"

We had talked about children and of course we were going to have some, but we had yet to decide when.

"Well, it looks like it's possible and we can afford it. I think I feel like having some children."

"Good," Lisa giggled. "When you went to Singapore I thought it was a waste to keep eating pills, so I stopped. I had planned to start again but I forgot."

She saw my doubtful smile.

"No. Honestly. I did forget. You know I'd never do a thing like that."

"I know, love."

Even though we kind of made the decision that night it was to be another seven months before Lisa became pregnant. That night, I thought everything was back to normal, but it wasn't. The fear was lurking somewhere in the back of my mind and from time to time I would suddenly lose my erection in the middle of everything. We became better at talking about it and once I realised that the problem was going to stay with me for some time, I accepted it. We also learned to talk about sex, even though it still felt a bit awkward. It's hard to shed old habits. Some issues were still talked around rather than about, such as anal sex.

A Sunday afternoon, about a month after my return from Singapore, we had planned to go out for a walk before lunch. Just as we were about to go out the rain started pouring down. Lisa was disappointed.

"I need some exercise if I'm going to keep my weight down."

"Oh yes. You're really putting on pounds." Lisa was not fat by any standard and got plenty of exercise. "If you really think you need more exercise I can think of another way."

"And what might that be?"

"Take off your clothes and I'll show you."

"All of my clothes?"

"All of it."

She kept on pretending until we were both naked and rolling around in the sheets. All of a sudden I lost my erection for no apparent reason. We were both worked up and ready. I know Lisa didn't mean to, but her frustrated sigh said "No again, not now". We continued for a while but my cock remained soft and useless.

"I'm sorry. Not much exercise in this I guess," I said.

"Maybe you just need a little time. How about giving me a massage instead."

"Okay. I'll get the oil."

Me giving Lisa a backrub had become a ritual and part of our foreplay.

Lisa had complained about her sore shoulder muscles. Way too often she pulled up her shoulders when she was reading and the tensing built in her muscles. That was the way it began, me massaging her sore shoulders. One evening she wanted me to do it after we had gone to bed and I just continued down her back when I had finished with her shoulders. She liked it. As a finishing I caresses her buttocks and inner thighs. She would spread her legs for me to sit between them and after we had introduced the oil I could slide my hands smoothly over her skin. Because of the oil we had a special blanket for massage.

I got so consumed in what I was doing I forgot all about my predicament and when I had finished the massage and was sitting between her legs, my erection was restored. I hardly noticed. The trick was not to worry about it.

I began to caress her buttocks. My fingers drifted between her buttocks and brushed over her arse on their way down to her pussy. I had done it before but never thought about it, but this time I thought I heard Lisa sigh as my fingers touched her crinkled rose. To be sure I did it again, lingering for a moment right in the centre. She tensed for a moment but responded with a satisfied moan.

Encouraged by her reaction I continued to tease her rose while I caressed her pussy with my other hand. The brown, crinkled skin was dry and smooth, contrary to the slipperiness of pussy. I took the oil, put a small amount on my finger and began to probe gently. Lisa tensed again but gradually she relaxed and the tip of my finger passed the tight barrier and entered her.

I had kind of expected it to feel like fingering her pussy, but her grip around my finger was much tighter. I slowly pushed my finger in to the second knuckle before pulling back. Lisa was concentrated, breathing deep and slow. I moved my finger in and out, continuing to caress her pussy at the same time. It was difficult to tell if Lisa liked it or not. Her eyes were closed and it was impossible to read the expression on her face. I was about to ask her when she spoke.

"If you are very careful and promise to stop if it hurts, we can try to do it."

I was so excited that I had to ask: "Do what?"

"In my butt."

"Oh! Yeah. I'll be careful, I promise. Just tell if you want me to stop."

She got up on her knees, her shoulders still resting on the bed. I put some oil on my cock and placed the tip against her arse. I was very careful and applied a moderate pressure. Nothing happened. I kept my cock against her arse but chose to let her control the pressure. Tentatively she rocked back and forth a couple of times. Suddenly it was as if she relaxed her muscles and the head of my cock stretched the crinkled opening.

Lisa took a couple of deep breaths. I stayed quiet as a mouse. My cockhead was trapped in a tight grip and I wasn't sure I could move at all, but the sight of my cock caught in her arse was hotter than hell.

After more deep breaths Lisa began to push back against me again. An inch or so disappeared into her before she moved forward an inch. I was completely fascinated by the way her skin was stretched out so much it was almost transparent.

She pushed back against me again and we established a slow rhythm, moving back and forth an inch or so. The sight and feel was so hot and I got carried away and began to move, too, but a little out of sync. My cock slipped out and to my amazement Lisa's butt sealed tightly as if I had never been in there. It took a while to enter her again, but not as long the first time. Again she suddenly relaxed and let me in.

The visual impact on me was far greater than the actual feeling of being inside her arse. Had it been the other way around it would have lasted less than thirty seconds. Lisa had sounded strained in the beginning. She sounded less so but I reached between her legs and rubbed her clit to make sure she felt good as well. Her breathing quickened and she moaned in the quiet way she did when she was aroused.

I slipped out again and this time it was Lisa who got carried away. She had increased the rhythm and pushed back against my cock, forcing it back in. The disruption and the passage through the tight seal was almost too much for me. I had to fight to keep from coming. It was a short-lived victory. A moment later I slipped out again and when her arse squeezed me again I lost it. Again, the visual part of it, seeing my cock stretching the tightly clenched ring, did more than the feeling.

When I had finished coming Lisa put her hand over mine to stop me caressing her clit and at the same time moved forward. My cock slipped out.

"It's becoming too much."

I let myself slide down next to her. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, not really. It did hurt at first but it became better."

"Did you like it?"

"I think it was best when it was just your finger. I prefer to have you in the right place."

I my hand was still in her crotch and I began to tease her clit again. She was still lying on her stomach and I used my thumb to illustrate my words. "You mean like this?"

"Yessss," Lisa sighed.
 
 

It was the only time we did it that way. My fingers were more suitable in size and in a way it was just as exciting for me that way. We were pretty much back to doing it like we used to do with a few variations. Still, it was a lot better than before.
 
 

At work, things went pretty much back to normal. I learned that you get stress by the things you don't get around to do, not the work you get done. I also learned to accept that some customers had to wait if I was busy. After what Lisa and I had been through, I came to cherish the things I had and not what I might have done, given the chance. What I had was the same as I had all along; still, a little different.
 

The End.
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