Title: Tales from an Unknown Corner
Chapters: 07-08 (of 20)
Author: Dai_wakizashi
Universe: Tfauc
Summary:  Journey of a troubled young man looking for a path and 
people around him, who, at times, give shape to his journey.
Codes: MF, FF, MFF, oral, anal, toys, petting, romance, drama
Status: in progress
Revision: 2.0

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              TALES FROM AN UNKNOWN CORNER  [Tfauc]



CHAPTER - 7: Surrender



I woke up to a strange sensation of being tickled. When I opened 
my eyes, I saw her watching me with amusement. I realized she had 
been using her hair to tickle me, running it on my shoulder and 
face. The room was awash with light, and I realized the sun was 
up.

"Feeling frisky?" I asked.

She laughed, then replied, "No. Your friend woke me up!"

To make her point she clutched me a few times, and I realized I 
was still inside her and erect.

"Sorry. What can I say? I don't think I will ever have enough of 
you, Dana."

Sliding up a bit she gave me a passionate kiss, then looking in 
my eyes, she said, "I love you too, Mitch."

I cupped her face, and said, "I know." Then our lips locked, and 
she brought me to a burning fever, my penis throbbing inside her. 
When we broke the kiss, I asked, "Do you want to drive?"

She smiled and nodded. We were glued, so she went about getting 
us unglued. Once she accomplished that, she rose up and pulled 
her knees to the sides of my pelvis and straddled me. Grabbing 
hold of my penis, she lowered herself, taking me inside her. Once 
I was buried deep inside, she made small sliding motions, rubbing 
her mons, trying to stimulate her clitoris while clutching me 
with her inner muscles. She varied her moves by rolling her hips, 
or with side-to-side, back-to-forth rocking motions, taking her 
time to bring us up.

I was busy cupping and massaging her breasts, teasing her 
nipples. When her breathing changed, I slid one hand to her 
juncture and rubbed my thumb over her clitoris, wanting to bring 
her over. She shook her head, but I smiled and ignored her. I had 
enjoyed her playfulness, coming to appreciate how great it could 
be. What's more, I wanted her to have a taste of her own 
medicine, although I wasn't exactly sure if I could pull it off.

_What the hell. Go for it. The worst that can happen is she'll 
fuck you to death. There are worse fates._

The thought made me smile, but Dana took it as a challenge and 
gave me a warning look. When I stuck my tongue out, she started 
to laugh, her tits quivering in a fetching fashion... Yummm!!!

She leaned in for a kiss, and when our tongues started to duel, 
she captured my tongue between her teeth, giving it a nip, then 
released it. Breaking the kiss, she lifted up, holding herself 
hunched over me with her hands on the sides of my torso.

"That was a warning, Mitchell. Don't fuck with me," she said with 
a playful tone.

"I am not fucking with you. You're fucking me... Well, that's not 
exactly true. We are making love."

However, as if to contradict myself, I gave her long and hard 
strokes and kept applying pressure on her clitoris with my thumb, 
making her arch and offer her breasts. Not missing the 
opportunity I raised my head to capture her nipple, then applied 
a gentle suction, and raked it with my teeth. I heard her pant 
and gasp, but did not let up in my ministrations. I wanted to 
feel her come. When she started to shake, I took long slow 
strokes, moving her along and felt her freeze in mid-stroke. I 
buried myself as deep as I could and, switching nipples, nipped 
it lightly while my thumb went crazy on her nubbin. I felt her 
inner muscles relax and then flutter like crazy. Her breath 
caught, then she let out a moan. When I saw her arms shaking, I 
pulled my hand from her clitoris, and held her under her armpits 
with both hands, supporting her weight, and gently lowered her on 
my chest. Reaching down, I cupped her ass cheeks, and gave her 
short hard strokes to keep her going. When her trembling started 
to subside, I stroked her back and brought her down.

A few minutes later, she raised her head, and asked, "Did you 
have fun?"

"Look who's talking?" I retorted.

She answered with an unabashed smile, then said, "It was fun, 
wasn't it? Now. I want you to fuck my brains out and come in me."

"I would love to, but first, I need to make a pit stop and have a 
sip of water or something. I'm thirsty. How about you?"

"Yeah, I'm thirsty too, but I want to keep you inside me. It 
feels soooo good."

"Mmmmm... Same here. I can wait. Love this."

About ten minutes later, I knew I couldn't postpone the call of 
nature. She realized the problem, and with a resigned sigh, 
lifted her hips, releasing me from her warm shelter. She was 
still playful, though. She gripped me while pulling off.

"You know, that stunt will make you wait even longer," I said, 
good-naturedly.

"You are _mean_," she retorted.

"It's got nothing to do with being mean. I just can't go when I'm 
this stiff," I replied.

"Damn! I didn't think about that! Oh, well," she said, shrugging. 
"If I must, I must." However, her eyes were smoldering with 
arousal, contradicting her words.

"Yeah? Than I am the Pope," I retorted, teasing her.

Laughing, she came back with, "I don't think so. Otherwise you 
wouldn't be standing at attention."

I know when I'm licked, so I shut my mouth, and headed for the 
fridge. Taking some ice and a bottle of water from the fridge, I 
went about filling two glasses. I returned the bottle into the 
fridge and closed it. Taking the glasses, I went back to Dana.

Before I gave her the glass of water I leaned in for a kiss, and 
she sat up to kiss me. When our lips met, I moved my hands to her 
tits, with the glasses still in my hand. She had great tits... 
with lovely nipples... and I wanted to see them perky and hard. I 
was hoping she wouldn't get too angry with me. When I touched her 
breasts with the cold glasses, she gave a shriek, and jumped 
back. Quickly I stepped to the side, and put the glasses on the 
nightstand. After her retreat she was moving in to hit me for my 
stunt, so I caught her arms, and crossing them, I held them above 
her head with one hand. She struggled, but couldn't escape my 
grip. Looking at her eyes, I moved my other hand to one of her 
breasts... slowly. She started to struggle, trying to escape my 
grip, so I stopped the advance of my hand. When she stopped her 
struggling, I eased my grip on her wrists, and then freed them 
from my hold. I waited for her reaction.

She put her hands on the bed, watching me, and I slowly moved my 
left hand to her breast. When she didn't move, I gently cupped 
her right tit, and felt her shudder from the cold. While rubbing 
her nipple between my fingers, I reached for one of the glasses 
and took a sip, catching a piece of ice. Turning back to Dana, 
who was watching me with curiosity, I leaned in, and gave a cold 
lick to her other tit, making her shudder. She wasn't aware that 
I had the little piece of ice in my mouth. Gently sucking her 
nipple, I let the ice slide over my tongue, and pressed it 
against her nipple. I felt the little nubbin swell and harden 
and, removing my lips, I chewed the ice and swallowed it. 
Capturing her nipple, I gently sucked and nipped it with my 
teeth. And felt her shudder, again.

Easing my attentions, I looked up at her. "Dana, if you haven't 
realized it by now, I'm a tit man, and I couldn't resist that 
stunt with your great tits. I love seeing them so perky, and your 
nipples so hard."

Then reaching for the other glass, I gave it to her. Picking my 
glass, I downed it, leaving the few cubes in the glass. Tilting 
it to my palm, I got the cubes, then taking a deep breath, I 
cupped the ice cubes to my cock and balls. At first, it was a 
shock, but it wasn't that bad. When I was a teen, I had ice cubes 
dumped in my swimming trunks more times than I care to remember. 
I had also done it to friends many times and, as they say, 
paybacks are a bitch. Seeing what I was doing, Dana gave a gasp 
when I cupped my balls and cock with ice cubes in my hand. Before 
the cold got bad, I removed my hand, feeling my erection wilting.

Seeing the curious look in her eyes, I said theatrically, "The 
things we do in the name of love..."

She let out a laugh. "Well, if you haven't done that, I was 
planning to do the same... after the stunt you pulled on me. 
Paybacks and all that..." she retorted with a snicker.

"You wouldn't..."

"You want to try me?" she dared.

I didn't, and putting the glass on the nightstand, I went to the 
bathroom. After relieving myself, I stepped into the shower, to 
wash away the dried cum and her juices. The warm water felt good 
after the ice cubes. Drying myself, I returned to the room, 
finding Dana waiting for me sitting on the edge of the bed with 
her legs spread and feet on the floor. Her pussy lips were 
swollen, and slightly spread. Her tits looked perky and her 
nipples were very erect. Her eyes were smoldering in arousal and 
expectation, with a mischievous twinkle mixed in.

She directed me to stand in front of her. I was wary of what she 
had planned for me but curious as well, so I stood in front of 
her. She told me play with her tits, and I touched them gently. 
They were cold, and I realized she had used the ice on her tits. 
The nipples were diamond hard. When I cupped her tits, and 
started tweaking her nipples, she gave a sigh of pleasure. My 
hands were warm from the shower, and to her cold tits, they must 
have felt hot. Keeping eye contact with me, she reached out to 
hold my semi-erect penis. I steeled myself for the cold feel of 
her fingers, but was surprised to feel warm fingers gripping me 
gently, making my penis throb at her touch.

She gave a small smile at my surprise, and then opening her mouth 
wide, she took me inside, without letting me make contact with 
her lips or tongue. Then she sealed her lips, and swirled her 
tongue around my penis, making me yelp with surprise. Her tongue 
and mouth was cold. Not only that, but there were small pieces of 
ice on her tongue, probably from a piece she had chewed. She had 
a very talented tongue, and with her soft lips she was applying a 
nice suction, making me swell despite the cold feel of the 
melting ice and cold tongue. Her eyes were laughing at me, 
satisfied that she had caught me unawares. Since I was semi-hard 
she easily swallowed my whole length several times, sucking and 
licking and swirling her tongue. As I hardened, she let out more 
and more of my length. I was panting, and gasping with her 
efforts, and my legs were starting to shake. The cold and warmth, 
the suction, and the teasing tongue had me hard in no time.

Opening her mouth wide, she tried to take as much of my length 
inside as she could, letting me slide on her tongue. Then closing 
her lips, she let her tongue go wild, and slowly pulled back 
applying a strong suction, making me moan. It felt like she 
wanted to pull my balls through my cock. When I popped out of her 
mouth, the head of my cock was an angry purple, swollen, and 
throbbing. I wasn't anywhere near coming, but her efforts had 
given me a rock hard erection.

"Mmmm... Looks ready for action," she said.

"I don't think so," I replied, and when she gave me a questioning 
look, I said, "It is only half ready without your soul kisses."

"You like them?" she asked.

"They take my breath away."

When I leaned to collect my kiss, she locked her lips, and in a 
few seconds had me burning with fever.

When I stood up, I pointed to my erection, which was harder than 
ever. "See. That's what you do. But that's nothing compared to 
what you do to my insides or to my heart."

She leaned and placed a soft kiss to my belly, pressing her check 
against my stomach. She wrapped her arms around my lower back. I 
put my hands on her shoulders, rubbing and massaging, when I felt 
her tremble. I didn't realize she was crying, until I felt the 
wetness on my stomach. Concerned, I extracted myself gently from 
her arms, and knelt between her legs. Cupping her face in my 
hands, I looked at her.

"Dana... what's with the tears?"

"You make me happy."

I wiped her tears with my thumb, and kissed her. "Are you sure 
they're happy tears?" I asked.

"Yes, they are, Mitch. I'm really happy. "

After giving me loving kiss, she said, "You will make me much 
happier in a few minutes." She continued with a throaty tone, "I 
want it hard and fast," emphasizing both words and hitting 
something primitive inside me.

Then she moved up the bed. Settling comfortably on her back, she 
pulled her knees to her tits with her heels on her buttocks. 
Holding onto her knees with her hands, she spread her legs. The 
view she gave was almost obscene, wantonly displaying herself, 
offering her womanly charms unabashed. I could see her labia 
swollen and spread open, giving me a peek at her pink interior. 
The way she offered herself without reservation, and the way she 
was inviting me into her body made my blood boil, and I was 
having difficulty to control my urge to pounce on her and pound 
her to oblivion. She knew the effect she was having. Even if she 
hadn't said what she wanted, her actions would have conveyed her 
meaning.

With a knowing smile, she teased me. "See something you like?"

The tone of her voice combined with the smell of her arousal, and 
the view she was giving me made my nostrils flare with desire, 
and I wanted to ravish her. But, I didn't want to hurt her. I 
knew even though she might be slick with her juices, she was 
tight, and I couldn't just jump on the seat and start pounding 
her into a mush. What's more, I didn't want a fast fuck, I wanted 
to make soft, sweet love to her.

Her words gave me an opportunity to slow things a bit so, giving 
her a growl, I said, "Yep. My breakfast and I'm very hungry."

Cupping her sex as if to protect it from my attentions, she said, 
"Oh, no, you don't. I'm not clean and I'm burning. I want you to 
take me. Hard and fast. Please?"

_Give her what she wants. That's what she wants!_

My inner voice was right. It wasn't my decision. She had stated 
what she wanted, and was offering her body the way she wanted, 
without any reservation.

_What a woman!_

I nodded my agreement, and crawled onto the bed.

"I want to ravish you. You don't know what you're doing to me. Or 
may be you know what you are doing," I said with a growl. "But I 
want to make sure you're ready. I don't want to hurt you, OK? I 
love your taste, and I want to sample it. May I? I'll give you 
what you want, but I want a small snack before that," I added 
with a smile.

"Not too long! I can't wait. I'm too hot," she said, while 
removing her hands and placing them on her legs to keep herself 
spread open.

I knee walked and cupped her cheeks. Before I dug in for my 
breakfast, I saw the half-full glass of iced water on the 
nightstand, and had a brilliant idea--to cool her off a bit. 
Sitting back on my heels, I asked for the glass of water. She put 
her feet on the bed, twisting to reach for the glass, when she 
realized what I was planning. Turning back to me, she shook her 
head, denying my request. When I insisted, she gave a resigned 
sigh, and reached for the glass. Just when she had it in her 
hands she stopped for a moment as if something occurred to her 
mind, and put the glass back on the nightstand.

She lay back on the bed, gave me a mischievous smile, and said, 
"Leave it for the time being. I have a better idea."

When I gave her a questioning look, she laughed, and then said, 
"It's a surprise. You'll like it. In fact, we will both enjoy it. 
Trust me. It's going to be great. Come. Eat me."

I was puzzled by her cryptic words, and was curious about her 
surprise, but she seemed very enthusiastic about what she 
planned, so I decided to follow her lead. When I lowered my lips 
to her pussy, her smell took my breath away, hitting me like 
lightning, making me throb with desire. I could feel her heat 
without touching her. Her clitoris was already out of her 
protective hood. She was really ready. I wanted to loosen her so 
that I wouldn't hurt her when I was inside her pounding away.

Dipping my tongue inside her channel, I collected her oils, 
enjoying her taste, and started to lick away at her inner lips, 
making her tremble. Then slowly I inserted one then two fingers, 
and went about loosening her tight channel. She was burning 
inside. I was tempted to rub her special spot and make her come, 
but I knew that wasn't what she wanted. Still, I wanted to give 
it a try. Raising my head, I looked at her, my fingers busy 
stroking slowly. I rotated them and forming a hook, I touched her 
spot, making her hips jerk. She shook her head, "Please, don't."

I nodded and slowly removed my fingers. She was ready as she 
could be, and I wanted to be inside her. When I moved up her 
body, she stopped me.

When I gave her a questioning look, she said, "Time for my 
surprise."

She directed me to stand on my knees, and sitting up, she took 
the glass, and took a sip of water and an ice cube. Chewing the 
ice, she reached for my cock. Cupping my balls, she gave a smile, 
and I knew what she was planning. She was going to blow me with 
the melting ice and water in her mouth. She had done that before, 
so I didn't understand what's the big surprise, but decided to 
let her continue with whatever she planned. It was sure to be 
something.

As she took my cock in her mouth, the cold made me shiver. Her 
mouth wasn't cold enough to wilt my erection, even when she 
pressed her tongue with the melting ice pieces against it. It was 
an exquisite feeling, like the previous time. Her tongue was very 
active, teasing me, while she applied a gentle suction and 
stroked me up and down. She stopped to take another sip with more 
ice, and went about giving me an ice blowjob. Taking me as deep 
as possible she applied stronger suction, and pulled up, letting 
me slide over her tongue, and popped me free from her lips. She 
put the glass back on the nightstand and rearranged herself as 
before, knees drawn to her tits, legs spread wide.

"Now, you're ready. I want you to take it slow. When you are all 
the way in... then you can start... flailing away!" The last quip 
was delivered with a teasing smile.

I tried to give her a hurt look with puppy dog eyes, but she was 
really funny, and I couldn't hold myself and burst into laughter.

"You know, you're really wild," I said, when I caught my breath.

"I know. You make me wild and hot as a firecracker. Come on, 
stud. Time's a wastin'," she replied.

At her 'hot as a firecracker' comment, I remembered how hot she 
was inside her channel, and then it dawned on me... what she had 
planned for us. With the ice blowjob, my entire dick was cold. It 
was getting warmer, but she made sure she had lowered the 
temperature quite a bit.

_Holly shi-- She'll kill us both. The heat of her slick channel 
on my dick, and the coldness of my dick inside her pussy will 
shock us senseless._

My eyes must have widened with my realization, because she gave a 
knowing smile and said, "It's going to be a trip, and I can 
hardly wait."

"Gods, Dana! You want to kill us both?"

She nodded playfully. "You didn't think I would let you fuck me 
to death without killing you as well, did you?"

I quickly positioned myself over her, my arms supporting my 
weight on the sides of her torso, with her knees tucked under my 
arms, and said, "I hope we won't end up in the front page of a 
tabloid. 'Couple found dead while fucking each other to 
oblivion'. I can see the caption and a juicy picture with 
relevant parts censored," I quipped.

She laughed at the mental image I was painting for us. Reaching 
down she guided me to her entrance, while saying, "Then we better 
hurry. We wouldn't want to disappoint the readers, would we?"

As I had suspected, before the head made contact between her 
labia, I could feel her heat. She felt like a furnace. At the 
first contact we both hissed. Then my glans parted her lips, and 
entered, and it felt like I was dipping into molten lava. Dana 
tilted her hips, to give me an angle that provided the deepest 
penetration... and the most sensation. She was very wet, as was 
my cock from the blowjob, so I pressed in slowly, savoring the 
sensation and making both of us moan. When I was all the way in, 
I ground my pubic bone against her, making her sigh in pleasure 
and close her eyes. Before the temperature between my cock and 
her channel could adjust, I pulled back slowly, till I was at her 
entrance, and waited for a few seconds. Wet with her juices, and 
out of her hot channel, I let my cock cool off, before plunging 
back slowly. I wanted both of us to enjoy this new experiment as 
long as we could.

I repeated the full strokes, staying out of her for a few seconds 
before entering her slowly. As she said, it was a real trip. She 
was shaking and trembling, her head rolling from side to side, 
her breath coming in short gasps and pants. After several 
strokes, I buried myself, and held inside her while waiting for 
her to catch her breath. When she opened her eyes, they were 
heavy with arousal, smoldering, and she gave a long sigh. When 
she was breathing normally, I quipped, "The experiment was a 
success, and we didn't lose any guinea pigs."

She laughed at that, then retorted, "You think so," and I could 
hear the unspoken, 'but you are sadly mistaken'.

She must have caught what I was thinking in my expression, 
because she gave a knowing, playful smile, and licked her lips. I 
knew what she wanted, so I leaned in for a kiss. Releasing her 
hold on her legs, she brought her hands and clutched my head. 
While she was sucking the life out of me with a passionate kiss, 
she started to roll her hips and clutch me with her pussy, making 
me scream into her mouth. Then putting her hands on my shoulders, 
she broke the kiss.

When I managed to catch my breath, she said, "Now, buster. Start 
pounding that pole. Make me scream. I want it hard, and fast. No 
gentle stuff, OK?"

And that's what I wanted to do. I could hear the blood boil in my 
veins, and my pulse throbbing in my temples. Not only that, but 
my cock was rock hard and wanted to plow her insides. When I 
started to pull back, she stopped her clutching, so I could 
stroke fast. I started with slow short strokes, then built up to 
longer, harder strokes. Each time I plowed in, she gave little 
yelps, and she started a string of obscenities, urging me on. 
When I increased my pace, she started to pant and gasp. Her 
litany was replaced by mewls, and short screams. Her channel was 
looser from all my pounding, and I hoped she wouldn't be sore. My 
balls were wet with her juices, and we could hear the liquid 
sounds of our joining. Her heady smell was all around us, 
increasing my arousal.

When I switched to short and hard strokes, she caught her breath, 
and she started a wail that turned into a scream. Her neck and 
face was flushed, and with a sharp shriek, she started to shake 
and tremble. Her pussy gripped me hard, halting my movement, but 
I forced myself all the way in. When my pubic bone hit with the 
momentum of my stroke, she gave another scream. Then her pussy 
went wild, and her channel got even wetter. I started strong and 
long strokes to keep her going, but with the flutters, and her 
tightness, my pace was erratic, even though she was very wet and 
slippery. Slowly, the flutters ceased, and I managed to keep a 
steady stroke, reducing my pace, trying to enjoy the friction 
created by her hot channel.

She was coming down, but her breathing was still erratic. I 
switched to short, hard strokes, trying to make myself come, and 
she started to wail again, her head shaking side to side, her 
hair whipping around. I kept up my stroking and in a few minutes 
I was ready to blow my load. I knew she was close so I slowed to 
long strokes trying to hold myself. When she felt me slowing she 
started to throw her hips, but because of the position she was, 
she didn't have any leverage. Sensing she wanted it hard and 
fast, I increased the pace of my strokes again, hoping she would 
make it before I came. I felt the head of my cock expand, and I 
knew there wasn't anything I could do to stop the oncoming flood. 
I pulled back till I was at her entrance, and plunged down hard 
into her depths, and she screamed.

I was pulling for a second hard stroke, when I felt her grip me. 
With difficulty, I pulled all the way back, then forced myself in 
as far as I could, drawing another scream. I felt her relax her 
grip and quickly pulled back again, and I felt the heat move from 
my balls and travel the length of my cock. Quickly, I plunged 
back into her depths, drawing another scream, and stayed there. I 
felt the first burst and it made me shudder with the sensation or 
pent up release, then her flutters started, milking me. It was 
very intense, and my arms started to shake and I could feel a 
dull pain where her fingers dug into my shoulder. I rested part 
of my weight on her knees, almost collapsing from the sensation. 
My pulses were over, but her erratic fluttering kept me hard, and 
made me tremble. There wasn't anything left inside me to pump, 
but my cock was still throbbing, helped along by her amazing 
pussy.

A few minutes later, my breathing was returning to normal. I rose 
up on my hands, taking my weight from her knees, which were 
pressed hard against her tits, bending her in half. Dana's eyes 
were squeezed shut, her nostrils flaring. Her panting was 
interspersed with soft moans. Her body was still trembling, and 
her fingers were claws on my shoulders, clutching me hard. 
Transferring most of my weight to one arm, I reached to stroke 
her face, and slowly her breathing got steadier. After a minute, 
her eyes opened slowly, but her eyes were unseeing at first. When 
she managed to focus on my face, she gave a tired smile. She 
tried to wet her lips with her tongue, but gave up. Wetting my 
tongue, I leaned and tried to wet her lips with my tongue, then 
locking my lips, I dueled with her tongue, while breathing into 
her mouth.

When I broke the kiss and took a look, her eyes were closed. She 
took several breaths and then opened her eyes. She looked 
incredibly beautiful. Enormous blue pools, softened by the 
lethargy, held me captive in their depths, and I felt my semi-
hard cock throb. Feeling me throb inside her she gave an 
appreciative moan, and her eyes closed. She tried to clutch me, 
but couldn't pull it off. She must have been really exhausted. I 
throbbed again, drawing a moan, and her eyes opened in alarm. She 
tried to glare at me, but when I throbbed, her eyes closed, with 
her body shivering at the sensation. Taking pity, I quit teasing 
her, and gave a soft kiss.

Lifting my body, I tried to free her knees and legs from under my 
arms, so that she could let them down and stretch. At first, she 
didn't realize what I was doing, but when I used my hand to 
gently push her knee, she got the hint and let her legs spread 
comfortably.

Finally, she was somewhat back to her senses, and opening her 
eyes, she gave me a look of unadulterated joy, turning my insides 
to mush. She released her death grip on my shoulders and tried to 
hook them behind my neck, but they flailed lifelessly and slid 
down my arms, catching us both with surprise. Seeing her so 
exhausted, I smiled at her with a self-satisfied expression. She 
tried to grimace, which made me grin, and she gave up, closing 
her eyes. I knew she was trying to marshal her energy to come 
back at me. She was a fighter. Before she could start anything, I 
tried to throb and ground my pubic bone. Her eyes opened in 
panic, and she moaned softly. Seeing the helpless look, I nodded 
in understanding and quit my efforts.

Once she was feeling more alive, I leaned, and she gave me a long 
soul kiss. Before it ended, she gripped me with her pussy, making 
me moan into her mouth. I didn't return the favor by throbbing 
inside her. Breaking the seal between our lips, we both sucked 
air and continued to kiss. My position was a bit awkward, 
hunching and leaning down, so I lowered my body, sliding my hands 
behind her shoulders, taking my weight on my elbows. When my 
chest made contact with her tits, she sighed, so I put some of my 
weight on her, enjoying the feel.

When we broke the kiss, I was surprised to see her leak around 
her eyes. I suspected they were happy tears, but still I was 
concerned. When she opened her eyes, they were moist, brimming 
with more tears. I gave her a questioning look, but she replied 
with a smile. It assuaged part of my worries, but I wasn't 
convinced. This was strange. There was something else mixed with 
happiness. Trying to figure out what was hidden in the depths of 
her eyes, I went over what we had shared, but I couldn't come up 
with any answers. On the other hand, I had discovered that my 
feelings for her ran deep, very deep indeed. I was captivated by 
this wonderful woman, wanting to be with her more than once, and 
my want wasn't just sexual. I wanted to spend more time with her, 
and get to know her better.

We both wanted to have a happy memory, and the sex had been fun 
and loving. However, even though it was supposed to be light-
hearted fun, it had become something more than either of us had 
planned. There was something deeper, a connection, hidden beneath 
all the fun and games we played. In some ways, sex is the most 
basic communication between two people. How she responded to me, 
how I responded to her... and then... those kisses... her gentle, 
caring nature... generosity... the empathy we had... the little 
things...

Now, I was discovering a deep connection that I had rarely felt. 
She was the second woman that made me feel this way. Home! I knew 
I had given a part of my heart to her, and now, I realized I 
wanted to give her more than that. I wasn't sure if I was falling 
in love with her, but I knew I loved her. I had known it when I 
had first woken up during the night.

_How is it possible that I can fall in love with two women?_

I leaned for another kiss. Instead of one of her soul kisses, 
this was more restrained, as if she was holding herself back. 
When we broke the kiss, I looked up. Her tears had subsided, but 
her eyes were still moist--with a soft expression in them--and 
she was watching me carefully.

"What is it, Dana? Are you sorry?"

She shook her head.

"Can you tell me?" I asked.

When I saw she was trying to work out an answer, I insisted, more 
gently. "Dana, after what we shared... I'm inside you... feeling 
your heartbeat, and heat... What is so terrible... that you can't 
talk to me about?"

Cupping my face in her hands, she said, "I don't want you to fall 
in love with me. I don't want to fall in love with you."

_Ahhh. So it's mutual. She felt the connection._

"You know how I feel about you. I can't change that. I told you I 
don't want to change that... even if I could," I replied.

Fixing her with a gentle look, I continued. "I ignored or tried 
to ignore my heart for a long time. Look what it got me. I'm not 
going to make the same mistake again. Love is too precious a 
thing to discard carelessly. We both know that score."

"But..." she tried.

"I know it complicates things... for both of us. We'll take our 
time... we will figure out something."

"It's not fair to her," she came back.

"It's not fair to you... or me for that matter. She's not here. 
I'm here. You are here. I know that you don't want to come 
between us. And I don't want to come between you and your 
boyfriend. But, we shared and found something in each other. We 
can't set it aside as if it had never happened... Let's cherish 
it?"

I could hear the wheels turning inside her mind. She was caught 
in what we had shared... Something far beyond what we had 
planned... but was it really like that? Why had our paths 
crossed? How had we moved along paths that brought us here, and 
now? She was trying to fight it, because it was going to 
complicate both of our lives tremendously. But then, wasn't 
anything worthwhile always complicated? If it were easy, would it 
be worth anything?

Strangely enough I didn't feel any guilt. Not even about 
affecting Dana's life and her ongoing relationship. Perhaps, 
because I was seeing myself when I looked at Dana and what she 
was trying to do.

"Dana," I called out softly. When I had her attention, I said, 
"It's too early to know or understand the nature of our feelings 
or what we want. I understand your apprehension. Neither of us 
planned for this to happen. I don't want to force you... I don't 
want to lose you... whatever happens. I just know... I love you. 
I want to get to know more about you. Is that wrong?"

At that, she closed her eyes, letting the teardrops trickle from 
the corners of her eyes. I squeezed her tightly, then freeing my 
arm from under her, I brushed away her tears. I finished by 
kissing her eyelids, waiting for her to calm down. When she 
opened her eyes, they were clear. There was still doubt, but also 
a determination.

"I love you. I know that, now... But, I'm... I'm scared of 
falling in love with you," she said.

She brushed my cheeks with her fingers, and fixed me with a soft, 
loving look. "I tried... I tried really hard... but I love you," 
she said.

Suddenly, something else clicked in my mind.

"Was that why you wanted to have... a hard and fast fuck? To keep 
it light, casual?" I asked.

Instead of answering, she closed her eyes for a brief moment.

"Did it work?" I asked.

"No," she replied with a resigned whisper. "I realized I wanted 
to be yours. I wanted to give myself to you. Taken completely."

"And I'm yours," I replied.

She pulled me for a gentle, loving kiss, without any 
reservations.

When we surfaced to catch our breath, she asked, "What were you 
doing, up in the middle of the night?" changing the subject.

"I-I was... memorizing you."

Drawing a blank look, I elaborated. "I didn't know if I would 
ever see you again. I wanted to make sure I would have a special 
memory that would not fade over time, if other memories faded. I 
wanted a part of you, and seeing you sleeping like an angel... 
are you angry?"

She smiled at that. "No. Besides, now, you have more than you 
bargained for, don't you?"

"You knew that... your gift..."

She nodded. She knew what she was doing at the time.

Just then, my stomach grumbled, embarrassing the hell out of me. 
"That wasn't very romantic. Sorry."

She laughed and said, "You can't subsist on love, or sex, alone. 
I'm hungry too."

Giving me a long look, she continued, "I... I want what you want. 
I want to make love, slowly. But we'd better get some food before 
that. Otherwise... my sexual demands will kill you." Then, she 
started killing me softly with a gentle kiss.

"Shower?" I asked. When she nodded, I raised myself and pulled 
out of her slowly to sit on my heels. Seeing her eyes shut, I 
took a quick look at her vagina, which was red, and looking a bit 
rough.

"Are you OK?"

Opening her eyes, she gave me an assuring smile. "A bit sore, but 
good sore. It's been a long time, and I had forgotten how good it 
can be." Fixing me with a lecherous look, she said, "And I want 
some more... sore or not."

I got off the bed, and helped her to her feet. Her legs were a 
bit wobbly, and I had to support her.

"I don't want to fall in the shower. I think you better help me," 
she said.

The next twenty minutes were slippery fun in the shower. She had 
been fun in the bed, but she was just as much fun in the shower, 
funny, teasing, and loving. I was almost tempted to take her then 
and there, but I didn't want to spoil her plans for after 
breakfast. I couldn't keep my hands off of her, and she loved the 
attention. After we toweled each other, we returned to her room. 
I sat with a towel wrapped around my hips--tented with my hard-
on--while she was getting dressed. She was amused to have me 
sitting there watching her, but she knew I was enjoying myself--
and her. When she finished dressing, we shared a quick kiss and I 
made my way to my room to get dressed, letting her get on with 
her preening. When I was putting my moccasins on, she walked into 
my room.

_God! She is breathtaking._

I gave her an appreciating look, drawing a self-satisfied smile.

"You look beautiful. Ready for breakfast?" I asked.

"Thank you. You don't look bad yourself, sailor" she replied. "Do 
you want to go to the hotel restaurant for the breakfast, or eat 
here?"

Seeing my confused look, she said, "There might be colleagues in 
the restaurant, and... well, I... I don't want to complicate 
things for you..."

"Complicate things for me?"

"I don't want to come between the two of you, and although nobody 
knows who you are, she might hear something."

"Dana. I don't mind being seen with you. Nobody knows me, so the 
risk is small. It's a bridge far away and I'll cross it when the 
time comes, if ever. I'm more concerned about you. You have a 
boyfriend, and I don't want to endanger your current relation. 
Not more than... you know what I mean," I said with an 
embarrassed smile. "Since he works in the office, he might hear 
something from your colleagues. Do not, on my account, risk your 
current relationship. I'd rather have you make the choice. And, 
don't ever think you'll be hurting my feelings. I think we both 
know that neither of us will take any offense, or think less of 
each other!"

Gathering her in my arms, I hugged her, trying to assure her I 
had no problems either way.

"I'd like to have breakfast in the restaurant."

When I gave her an 'are you sure' look, she pulled me for a kiss. 
Extracting herself from my embrace, she hooked her arm in mine, 
and said, "Let's go. I'm starving."



* * * * *



The restaurant was almost empty, with just a few patrons, mostly 
airline personnel. We helped ourselves from the buffet, and made 
our way to a table with a view of the city. When we passed the 
table where the airline personnel were having their breakfast, 
Dana and I stopped for a brief but civil greeting. To my credit, 
I didn't tighten up, worrying about Dana and possible rumors 
during the exchange.

We were almost finished with our breakfast and having our coffee, 
when Dana asked, "What do you want to do?"

That was a loaded question. Lighting a cigarette, I thought about 
my answer. I wanted to get to know her, and I wanted to know what 
she wanted. I wanted to see her and I wanted to make love to her.

She smiled and said, "I meant, as in now."

"Would you like to take a walk outside?"

"Let's get our jackets."



* * * * *



After collecting our coats from the rooms, we went out. There was 
a small park nearby, so we headed there and found a bench. The 
early morning sun was weak, and didn't warm us, but it wasn't 
uncomfortably cold. I pulled her close, with my arm encircling 
her, and she rested her head on my shoulder.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Confused. Guilty. What about you?"

"Guilty? Because of your boyfriend?"

"No. We aren't that serious yet. As I told you, it's a recent 
thing. We haven't invested too much time. Still trying to get to 
know each other."

"That leaves me and her. Don't feel guilty about that. If 
somebody has to feel guilty, it should be me."

"And you don't?" she asked.

"Not about her. I feel guilty because it's not fair to you. I'm 
coming between you and your boyfriend. What's more, I don't know 
how I feel, or what I want to do about her. That puts everything 
in limbo. Especially you, in regards to 'us'. Do you mind if I 
use us?"

"I don't mind _us_," she replied. "But, I thought you were in 
love with her."

"That's the complicated part. I was--and still am--in love with 
her... to a certain degree. But the truth is, I'm not sure if I'm 
still in love with that girl from the past, or if I can make the 
leap to the new person she has become, which may have little to 
do with that girl. Besides all that, I don't want to hurt her. I 
just want her to be happy... it doesn't necessarily have to be 
me."

"Mitch, you trust your instincts, don't you?" she asked, drawing 
a sharp look from me.

She knew me well.

With a tight smile, I asked her, "Whose side are you on, 
anyways?"

She didn't have to answer that. I leaned and we shared a soft 
kiss.

"You aren't much help, you know that? You push me to her arms, 
but pull me into yours at the same time," I said with a resigned 
sigh. I looked at her, to see if she took offense at my comment, 
but was relieved to see that she understood what I was talking 
about. She was setting me free, and I loved her more for it.

I pulled out my pack and lit two cigarettes, and gave one to her. 
I contemplated my options, and I didn't like any of them. Not one 
bit. There were too many variables, undefined, with too much 
uncertainty.

"Mitch."

"Mmmmm..."

"You don't have to solve the world's problems in an hour," she 
said, making me laugh.

_God, I love you, Dana. You're the best thing that happened to me 
in years. I can't ask you to stay and wait for me. It's not 
right. Whether I go after her or not, I can't ask you to wait for 
me or love me._

I couldn't continue to see her. The thought saddened me. More 
than I realized. I loved her, and I had to set her free. For a 
moment, my blood ran cold with fury at the unfairness of it all. 
I felt like I was being cheated of a second chance at happiness. 
But, I knew it was self-pity that made me feel like that. As if 
sensing my thoughts, Dana ran her fingers at my neck, trying to 
sooth me.

_How in hell did my life get so complicated?_

"Mitch, don't!" she said softly.

"Huh?"

"I know what you're thinking. Don't rush it. Give it time. You 
have the time."

I didn't understand, what she was talking about... at all.

"I'm not going to rush after her. I need to think it through, and 
I'm not ready for it."

"I know that," she replied.

_If that's not what you were talking about, what are you talking 
about, Dana?_

_Oh, no! You don't! I can't accept that. You've got your life to 
live. I don't want to hurt you as well. Once was more than 
enough. In hindsight, knowing how inevitable that had been at the 
time, still doesn't make it easy. But this one... we both know 
the score. That's walking into it with eyes wide-open. I can't 
bear the thought of wasting your life._

"Not on your life," I said with a hoarse voice, my mouth suddenly 
dry.

She gave a long look, devoid of any expression. Averting her 
eyes, she took a long drag from her cigarette, and exhaled it 
slowly.

"Dana, I can't let you screw up your life."

Coming to a decision, she dropped the cigarette on the ground, 
and ground it out. Without a word, she extracted herself from my 
arm and stood up. Turning to me, she said, "It was nice knowing 
you, Mitchell Tanner."

My blood froze at the coldness in her voice.

Then she turned and walked away. I was stunned by the sudden turn 
of events... and just sat there, unable to respond in any way, 
watching her walk away. It was like watching an accident happen. 
You know, when time slows down, and you see the whole thing 
unravel... you know what's going to happen next, but you stand 
there helpless, and watch it happen from start till end, frozen 
to the spot. By the time I collected my wits, she was already on 
the other side of the street, walking in the direction of the 
hotel at a brisk pace.

The woman I loved and may have fallen in love with was walking 
away, because I had hurt her, in some inexplicable way. I didn't 
understand why she had reacted the way she had. Hadn't she 
understood I didn't want to hurt her? I knew I couldn't let her 
go like that; not this way, angry and hurt. I owed her better. 
Getting off the bench, I started after her, almost running.



* * * * *







CHAPTER - 8: Second Chances



I rushed in through the door, and saw her disappear behind the 
closing elevator doors. I walked to the elevators and waited for 
what felt like ages before the doors opened again. Stepping 
inside, I pressed the floor number. A minute or so later, I heard 
the chimes announce my arrival and the doors slid open.

Standing in front of her door, I was still thinking about what to 
say, but having no idea what made her react the way she did, I 
gave up and knocked. Getting no answer, I decided to go to my 
room, and try the interconnecting door between our rooms. When I 
checked the door, I found it unlocked, so after knocking on it, I 
opened it and stepped inside.

She was standing in front of the window, half turned away from 
me, smoking a cigarette. She looked dangerously calm, and for a 
moment I wondered if I would leave the room alive. Exhaling the 
smoke, she turned to face me, her eyes blazing with cold fury. If 
I hadn't been expecting something like that, I would have stepped 
back. Still, it wasn't easy to face, especially coming from her.

"You have some nerve, showing your face here," she said with an 
ice cold tone.

"I didn't understand... or like what happened there," I replied, 
trying to keep calm.

She put out her cigarette in the ashtray that was on the window 
sill. Turning back, she made her way to me, fixing me to the spot 
with fire in her eyes, "And why the hell not?"

"Dana, I didn't want to hurt you. I don't know what I did to--" I 
started, but before I could say another word, she cut me off.

"You, don't know?... YOU DON'T KNOW!" she shouted, her voice 
rising dangerously. I didn't dare interrupt her, hoping she'd 
calm down on her own, but I would have been lying if I didn't 
think of retreating to my room to let her cool off. She took a 
deep breath, but she was far from calm.

Pointing her finger at me, she said, "You talk about love, but 
you don't know what love is." She waited to see if I'd respond, 
but I wanted to hear where she was going with this. Interrupting 
her at this moment would have been futile.

"You said you loved me. You said you didn't want to hurt me. 
Well, Mitchell, you did hurt me." Fixing her steely eyes on mine, 
she said, "Did you ever stop and ask what _I_ wanted? Did you 
ever ask if I wanted you to... to let me _go_?"

_I didn't. Nope. I just rushed in trying to protect you. Even 
when you hinted at your wishes, did I listen to you? No._

"No, I did not. I didn't even consider your wishes," I replied as 
evenly as I could, but cringing inside at the realization of how 
fucked up that was... how badly I had screwed up.

"You think that's what love _is_, what lovers _do_?" she asked.

It was rhetorical.

"Weren't you the one who said love is too precious to throw 
away?" she insisted, her eyes glittering with hurt and anger.

_I said that, didn't I? Why did I try to throw it all away?_

_Because you were falling in love with her. When you were 
together, it felt like returning home. You wanted the second 
chance for happiness, and felt guilty wanting it._

"You know what hurt the most... Mitchell? Do you know how I felt 
walking back to the hotel? After sitting at the table with you, 
having breakfast, feeling your come drip into my panties... and 
enjoying the feeling?"

At her words, a look of horror passed my eyes. Seeing my 
reaction, she said, "I didn't say that to make you feel guilty, 
but I will _not_ even try to deny how bad I felt."

"I am sorry, Dana. I really am. I have no excuse. I know no 
apology can make it right."

"I know you didn't mean it. I know you love me, and you were 
trying to protect me, but I don't understand why you would do 
what you did... the way you did, Mitchell? Decide on something 
for both of us. If you love somebody, you share everything with 
them. The good and the bad."

"I didn't want to be a burden or another bastard in your life, 
but I wanted you. I felt guilty wanting you so selfishly. You 
made me happy, and I was bound to make you unhappy."

"You are forgetting something, Mitchell. I'm not fragile. I would 
like to make my own choices, as I did this morning when I made 
love with you," she replied, her voice softer but carrying a 
serious tone.

"I understand."

She gave a long searching look then her eyes softened, the steely 
glitter disappearing. "Love sometimes hurts. There is no avoiding 
that, Mitch. You can't always protect others. You can't shoulder 
all the responsibility."

She looked expectant, and I moved in to gather her in my arms. 
She came willingly, molding her body to mine, her arms circling 
my waist. We held each other for a long time. I tried to ease the 
hurt I had caused and give her some comfort. When she raised her 
head, I leaned in and we shared a gentle, loving kiss. Extracting 
herself from my embrace, she went to the bed. Next to it, on the 
wall was a control panel for selecting a few radio channels, and 
the hotel's private music broadcast. Turning it on, she went 
about searching for a channel with some soft music. After going 
through a few of them, she chose one of the hotel's music 
broadcasts. She kicked off her shoes, and asked me to sit on the 
armchair. Then, she sat on my lap sideways, tucking her knees, 
next to the side of my thighs, and put her head against my 
shoulder, leaning on my chest. When I kissed her forehead, and 
started to stroke her from her calves up to her knees she sighed, 
and relaxed. Her skirt had ridden up due to her position, 
displaying her thighs, and I took advantage of that to continue 
caressing her legs up her thighs, and then cupped her shapely 
butt.

After a while, she asked, "Do you want to see me, Mitch?"

"Yes, I want to. Thank you for giving me another chance. I hope I 
won't mess it up this time."

"I'm not looking for promises, Mitch. I'm looking for some 
happiness and love. I seem to have found it with you, and you 
seem to have found it with me. We'll see where we go from there."

I thought I had found more than that with her, and didn't reply. 
Sensing her eyes on me, I looked at her. She didn't say anything 
for a while, nor did she wait for a reply, but her eyes were 
scrutinizing me carefully. Then her expression changed, as if she 
had found something, and she said, "I thought it was too early 
for you to say that you love me, or even hint at falling in love 
with me, but I think I understand."

"What do you understand, Dana?"

"When we were talking about your past, you mentioned something 
like 'being at home.' Now, I understand what you meant. Is that 
what you were feeling when we made love?"

I nodded. "Now, as well. Why do you ask?"

"I wasn't sure. I suspected as much, but I thought it might be 
because we'd finished making love. I guess I feel like that too. 
This little fight helped me see it." With a tender look, she 
added, "I'm not making this easy for us, am I?"

"It's all right, Dana. We are both hungry for love. I think 
that's part of what we feel, but I suspect there's more than 
that. We'll discover it in time."

We sat there enjoying the moment, the soft music in the 
background filling in the quiet solitude. Elton John finished 
singing _Sacrifice_, then came the opening notes of a song I knew 
very well, followed immediately by the voice of Freddie Mercury.



Just one year of love

Is better than a lifetime alone

One sentimental moment in your arms

Is like a shooting star right through my heart



_Was it 'us' you were talking about, Freddie?_

I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. This song just gained 
a new meaning, and I hoped it wouldn't prove to be prophetic. I 
felt Dana easing herself a bit in my embrace, listening to the 
song. Then she looked up. I could see she was concentrating on 
catching the lyrics, but her look was one of curiosity. I kissed 
her, then pulled her head to my shoulder, and caressing her back, 
I whispered, "Close your eyes and listen."

Freddie kept singing; about rainy days and being a prisoner 
inside your lover, aching hearts calling out to loved one's 
heart.



My hand reaches out for your hand

I'm cold but you light the fire in me

My lips search for your lips

I'm hungry for your touch



Dana was listening, absorbing the words. When Freddie talked 
about unspoken words and surrender, I heard a soft sigh from her. 
Her response told me she was feeling the same emotions that the 
lyrics evoked in me. I felt her look up, and I leaned in to kiss 
her lips softly, as her hand moved to my neck, caressing. As our 
kiss ended, Freddie came back.



And no one ever told me that love would hurt so much

Oooh yes it hurts

And pain is so close to pleasure

And all I can do is surrender to your love

Just surrender to your love



When the song finished, she said, "I've heard this one before... 
I think in a movie or something. Who's he?"

"Freddie Mercury. The group is Queen. Did you like it?"

She nodded.

"You're a strange woman, Dana. Most people would say it's a 
depressing song."

"I don't think so. You might say it's a sad song, but I think 
he's got the right idea. Don't you think?" With that, she looked 
at me, her blue eyes inquiring.

"You're thinking about us?" I asked.

"Not in those terms... but I guess it sums up us... in many 
ways." Giving me a smile, "You like the song, but it reminds you 
too much of past... and present?"

"Kind of..."

"I'm not going anywhere, Mitch. I think we're becoming good 
friends... and will continue to be. All things aside, that's more 
important."

I hugged her tightly to my body, my hand cupping and squeezing 
her bottom before running along her side to her back.

"Come. Let's make our moment," she said softly before sitting up.

Getting off my lap, she pulled me to my feet. While she moved 
towards the bed, she started to undo my shirt buttons. When she 
had the buttons open, she peeled my shirt off. In the meantime, I 
was trying to unclasp her skirt at the back, and pull the zipper 
down. By then, she was standing next to the bed. I pulled the 
skirt down and let it pool around her feet, and she stepped out. 
When I fumbled with her shirt, she took over, and I got out of my 
jeans. We stood facing each other, she clad only in her panties 
and I with my boxers. I pulled her to my chest, enjoying the feel 
of her breasts, and her hard nipples before running my hand under 
the elastic of her panties, cupping her cheeks.

Stepping back, I started to kiss and lick her from her neck down 
to her shoulders and spent a few minutes getting her nipples 
aching hard. I continued, leaving a wet trail down to her belly, 
and slowly slid her panties down, inhaling her aroma. I could see 
she was moist there, and remains of dried semen were around her 
lips. When I moved in to lick, Dana tried to stop me, "I'm not 
exactly clean."

I didn't mind; I enjoyed eating her and wanted to taste her 
again. When I gave the first tentative licks, she shuddered. 
Cupping her cheeks, I pulled her to my face, and she spread her 
feet to give me better access. I worked on her labia and inner 
lips, teasing around her clit, and moving up to her belly for 
soft kisses and licks, then going back to her pussy for more. She 
pulled me up for a kiss, then she sat on the bed, moving up along 
its length to position herself on her back, inviting me between 
her legs.

I took off my boxers and knee walked, but she wanted me to 
straddle her chest. She teased me with her tongue and lips, 
working on my cock before licking my balls and back to my cock, 
giving me long and soft sucks. With a final suck, she let me out 
of her mouth and said, "Make love to me... make love with me."

I moved down between her legs and, holding myself over her body 
with my weight on my arm, I nudged her opening with my cock, 
testing her wetness. Getting myself lubed with her oils, I tried 
to enter her. When the head passed the ring at the entrance to 
her channel, I heard her catch her breath. Looking up, I saw her 
eyes squeezed shut. I realized she was sore from our last 
session, so I stopped my movement. She opened her eyes and put 
her hands on my shoulder telling me to keep going.

"Dana, you must be sore. I don't want to..." I started, and then 
we both intoned "hurt you," starting to laugh at the situation. 
Seeing that she was distracted and laughing, I entered her all 
the way with a smooth, gentle stroke. She gasped and her eyes 
tightened for a moment. I could feel she was trying to relax her 
ring muscle to ease the burning of my passage.

I wasn't planning on stroking. Being inside her like that was 
good enough and since she wanted this, I knew she would enjoy 
feeling me in her like that. I was getting to know what she 
wanted, despite the fact that we've been intimate for a very 
short time. Pulling her knees up, she locked her feet on my lower 
back and slowly started to roll her hips, giving me a better 
angle, urging me to penetrate her as deep as possible. When I was 
all the way inside her, I stopped, and looked at her. Her blue 
eyes were soft, and big, shimmering, reminding me the cold blue 
waters of the sea and my beloved beach. As I gazed in her eyes, I 
was lost in the tranquility I found there... and gentleness, 
love, and passion; but most of all, how she gave it so freely and 
completely, making me ache something fierce, even though I was 
closer to her than ever--deep inside her warm and slick shelter, 
connected to her in the most primitive manner, feeling her 
heartbeat through our connection.

She freed one hand and picked up a pillow, placing it next to her 
side. When I gave her a questioning look, she told me to arrange 
us in a side-ways, almost missionary position. The pillow was to 
give me some height and room for her leg that would be under my 
torso. After she unlocked her legs, we carefully rolled to our 
sides, and to my surprise I found the position very comfortable. 
It did change the angle and, if I wanted, I could stroke, but 
only short strokes. However, I wasn't planning to stroke and 
irritate her already sore channel. The slick and hot feel of it 
along my shaft was more than enough. Moving her upper body a bit 
away from me, she gave me ample space to caress and play with her 
tits, and bending a bit, I could even lick and suckle her 
nipples.

We spent a lot of time, touching and caressing each other, or 
kissing, and she used her inner muscles. It was gentle, and 
dreamy. After a while Dana insisted I start stroking, and I 
wasn't keen on the idea, but reluctantly I agreed. I gave a 
couple of experimental short, gentle strokes and observed her 
carefully. She felt really slick inside her channel, and I didn't 
see a visible reaction, but I was apprehensive.

"It hurts a little, but it's good pain, Mitch. Sort of a slight 
burning. Itching and burning, and it's not really hurting. Trust 
me. If it hurts, I'll tell you to stop."

"I know women have high thresholds for pain, but I don't like the 
idea. It may be OK now, but what about later?"

"Don't worry about it. Please?"

So we kept at it. She would massage me using her inner muscles, 
then let me stroke for a while, and we would kiss and caress each 
other. We slowly built up the fires, and after a while both of us 
were starting to gasp and pant. Our slow movements magnified the 
sensations, and we were moving into the final stretch. I could 
see her breasts heaving, and getting harder, and flushed. The 
color was moving slowly up her chest all the way to her neck. We 
took short breaks and slowed our activities to prolong the 
sensation, but after a few times, we couldn't hold ourselves.

I started deliberate strokes and was gratified to see her close 
her eyes, letting out a sigh. At the end of each stroke, she 
started to let out small whimpers, and then her pussy started to 
squeeze me. I stroked in and stayed inside, letting her muscles 
take me over, while latching onto her nipple... and nibbling. 
Then I was coming, with small bursts. It was slow, and drawn out, 
like our build up. As we were coming down, we shared a drawn out 
soul kiss.

I wanted to stay inside her, but once the endorphins ran their 
course I was afraid she would hurt more when I pulled out of her. 
After a few minutes of enjoying the pleasurable feeling, gave her 
a questioning look; she nodded, and I pulled out slowly. Then I 
lifted myself, so she could get her leg trapped under my torso 
free, and stretch it comfortably. I picked up the sheet and the 
blanket and pulled them to cover us. We fell into a short but 
blissful sleep, with Dana snuggled in my arms.

An hour later I woke, and went about waking Dana, gently 
caressing, and kissing her. "How are you feeling, sleepy head?" I 
asked.

She stretched her body, and I could hear the popping and cracking 
sounds from her joints. "Great."

When I gave her a questioning look, she reached down with her 
hand and did an examination with her fingers. She winced a bit, 
but I guessed it wasn't bad.

"It's a bit sore, but a little bit of cold water, and a day's 
rest should do the trick."

Giving me a brilliant smile, she added, "She hasn't seen so much 
action for quite awhile, and she was hungry. Now, she can rest 
and gather her strength," making me laugh.

"When do you need to go to the airport?"

She reached for her watch on the nightstand, and said, "We have 
two hours before I have to leave the hotel."

I suggested filling up the tub and enjoying a bath. We spent the 
next hour in the bathtub. My hands were busy with her body, but 
mostly I kept playing with her soapy breasts. She told me she 
wanted them well used and sore. When I reminded her she had to 
put on a bra, she retorted, "If they're too sore for a bra, I 
won't put one on. But I'll keep my jacket on, so nobody would 
notice it."

After the bathroom fun, we dressed and she spent some time 
putting on her makeup and uniform. She didn't put on her bra, and 
her blouse was not thick enough to hide her breasts. But with the 
jacket on, she could get away with it. She gave me her telephone 
number, and times I could reach her at home. When she asked about 
my plans, I explained I didn't have anything definite and gave 
her a general outline of what I had planned. She mentioned that 
she had some time off, and we made plans to talk on the phone in 
the coming days, and make arrangements to get together. She would 
check her flight schedule, and arrange to take her accrued days 
off. While she packed her overnight bag, I quickly packed my 
suitcase, and we went down to the hotel bar to get a cup of 
coffee before she departed with the shuttle service to the 
airport.

At the bar, we found a quiet corner and enjoyed each other's 
company. We talked about general things, and discussed 
possibilities for the coming days. I got the feeling she very 
much wanted to take a few days off with me, and to say the truth, 
I wanted the same. I was already starting to miss her when we 
said goodbye. When the shuttle service arrived, we bid goodbye. 
It wasn't teary eyed, and I think it had much to do with the fact 
that we would see each other shortly.

When she was kissing me goodbye, I whispered, "Don't walk funny," 
and got an elbow for my trouble.

Then with a laugh, she said, "You're terrible, you know that. 
It's good that it's out of action, otherwise, I could throw you 
on the table and have my way with you."

"And I'm terrible?" I retorted with a snort.

Gathering her in my arms for one final hug, I told her I would 
call her tonight, then we walked to the shuttle bus, and I waited 
until the bus left. Collecting my suitcase, I made a phone call 
to my sis, but she wasn't home. I decided not to call my parents 
but surprise them. Paying the bill, I left the hotel in a taxi.

While on the way to my parent's house, my mind was busy trying to 
come up with a rough plan for my vacation. I was looking forward 
to seeing Dana, but at the back of my mind, my old _nemesis_ was 
still present. I knew I had to deal with that, but I didn't want 
to spoil the next few days brooding over it. I needed to figure 
out my feelings about her. Depending on the outcome, the next 
step would be gathering information about her, her life, figure 
out what brought the changes in her, and perhaps arrange to meet 
her. I wasn't sure if I would be able to face her again, after 
the past few years, the experience in the airport still fresh on 
my mind. I didn't want to think about the pain and desolation I 
had felt yesterday. But, I knew I had to find some closure, 
somehow, and only then, I would be able to do something about my 
new relation with Dana, instead of leaving us in a limbo... But 
those things could wait... another time.



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