Vignettes - Hush

He knew he was going to be home late, and he’d told his girl not to wait up for him. So when he got home he wasn’t surprised to find her already in bed. Maybe a little disappointed, but not surprised…if there was one thing she appreciated, it was a good night’s sleep.

She was lying on her side, her face snuggled into her fluffy down pillow while her arms were up and around it. She was bare to the waist, but her legs were covered with the sheet and slightly spread. A little smirk curled his lips, and he thought he might still have a little fun. He got undressed, and slowly pulled down the sheet.

He was pleased to see she wasn’t wearing panties, as that would make what he had in mind that much easier. But first, he wanted to be sure she was really asleep. She was cheeky, and had a habit of dropping hints of what she wanted, but always under the guise of trying to be accommodating of his needs. If she’d been a good girl, he’d sometimes give in to her, but more often than not he either ignored her prods, or would decide to have her do something completely different. She’d pout about it for a second or two, but then she’d get over it, and happily do what he expected of her.

So he lay down next to her, and ran his fingers lightly down her arm. She didn’t flinch, and her breathing remained deep and even. Then he reached down, and did the same to the back of her knee. She moved her leg slightly, but settled right back down. If she was faking it, she was doing a masterful job.

He slid his right arm under her neck, and pulled her against him. Then he took his left hand and moved it between her legs, and cupped it over her mound. With his fingers, he slowly and gently began to stroke her, delving into her pussy for some of her moisture, and then moving it around her clit.

After a few minutes of this rhythmic massage, she began to stir. When she let out a little moan, his right hand wrapped around her throat, and he forced her head back.

She let out a gasp as he whispered in her ear, “Not a sound, my girl. You are not to make a single noise. Do you understand?” She nodded, and he continued, “Good. Don’t make me get out the gag.”

He knew this would be a difficult task for her, as she tended to be on the noisy side. She liked to moan, and gasp, and cry out. However, she disliked being gagged even more. It’s not that he didn’t enjoy hearing her feedback…he did…but he liked to push her limits too.

He kept his hand gently around her throat to remind her of her task, and he continued to manipulate her with his other one. His caresses became firmer, and she squirmed in his grasp. He knew she could feel his cock hardening against her as she struggled.  He slowly inserted three fingers inside her, and she put all the effort she was making to stay quiet into clenching tightly around him. He smiled, knowing that he’d soon be feeling that around his cock.

He added his thumb to get it nice and slick, then moved it to her little rosebud, and slowly slipped it inside of her. Despite her best efforts a little yelp escaped her and his hand tightened on her throat. She immediately silenced.

“Strike one, babygirl,” he whispered in warning.

With his thumb lodged firmly in her ass, and his other fingers plundering her pussy, he used his pinky finger to stroke her clit. He didn’t need to hear her to know that she was on the brink of climaxing. He could tell by how her body moved, the way her eyes were tightly shut, while her mouth was open in a silent cry. She was teetering on the edge, unable to ask permission to come and waiting for him to give her the word. He opted not to do that however, and instead removed his hand entirely.

Her body shook with silent sobs, as he slowly entered her, and when he was fully seated, they were tightly spooned. As he began to thrust, she tightened her pussy around him.

“You love this don’t you?” he whispered in her ear, “You love being used by me, being my fucktoy…my sweet little slut.”

She nodded in reply, and he continued to move inside her, “You’d love to come right now, wouldn’t you? Too bad you can’t ask for it.”

She let out a little whimper of frustration, and he removed his hand from her throat just long enough to give her a light slap on the cheek to get her focused, “Strike two,” he chuckled, “you’re on thin ice, my girl.”

He rolled her over onto her stomach, and hauled her hips up. He began to thrust with more force, and interspersed them with an occasional slap on her ass. Remarkably, she managed to stay quiet through this assault, and instead rocked back onto him. He bent over her and wrapped his arm around her neck and hauled her up. She rested her hands on the headboard to steady herself, and he raked his hands down her torso, kneading and squeezing her breasts, and pinching her nipples hard.

He could see the muscles of her jaw tighten as she strived to stay quiet, and smiled. He tugged her hair, and her head fell back. He kissed her ear, and then said, “Keep it up until I come, baby, and then I’ll give you your reward.”

He moved his hands to her hips, and dug them in firm enough that her skin went white beneath his fingers, and began to slam his cock inside her. She massaged his cock with her pussy, contracting her muscles around him in time with his thrusts.

“So good, baby…I’m so close…” he whispered, “You’re being such a good girl.” He drove his cock into her a few more times, and then came with a groan, releasing his seed inside her.

He continued to grind against her, and keeping his promise he reached around to stroke her clit. “Come for me, love, and make it loud,” he demanded. She’d been on the brink for so long that it didn’t take more than a couple of minutes before she came hard, crying out as shudders shook her body.

He held her tightly against him, and continued to stroke her even when she tried to pull away. Once she was spent, he eased them both down to the mattress. He ran his hands over her body to soothe her and it wasn’t long until she snuggled against him and fell back asleep. Sated and lulled by her steady breathing, he soon joined her.

The Dress

I made my way to the hotel bar, thankful to finally be done with the wretched wedding I’d just been part of. The bride was a dear old high school friend that had found me through Facebook a couple of years before, and asked me to be a bridesmaid. Since it was going to be a “destination wedding” at an all inclusive resort in Costa Rica, I accepted despite the fact that I hadn’t actually seen her in almost a decade.

OK, the wedding itself wasn’t THAT bad really. It was more the awful dress I had to wear that made it feel endless. It was strapless, too big – which meant I constantly had to hitch it up - and an unflattering shade of mint green that made me look sickly despite the pound of makeup I wore to help me look otherwise.

I plunked down at the bar and ordered a drink, then checked out my surroundings. There was group of folks at the other end talking, but the only person near me was a woman about my age sipping her drink, and smoking a cigarette.

Despite having given up smoking a couple of years before, I got an irresistible urge for one and felt that after today I’d earned it.

I leaned over in her direction, “Excuse me?”

She glanced over, “Yes?”

“I hate to trouble you, but…can I bum a cigarette from you?”

She smiled, and I noticed it was a very nice smile, “Sure thing…stressful day?”

“You have no idea.”

She tapped one out of her pack and handed it to me, then held out her lighter and offered to light it. I leaned in, and noticed that she smelled really nice too. I sat back and took a long drag and blew the smoke out with a blissful sigh. I took in her lovely features and short cap of blonde curls, and offered my hand, “Thank you so much. I’m Tessa.”

She took my hand and gave it a shake, “You’re welcome! I’m Anne. So…wedding?”

I looked down ruefully at my ugly dress and laughed, “Yeah. I guess this gave it away.”

We made small talk, and I found her to be very friendly and approachable. We found we were both travelling alone, and didn’t really know anyone. She mentioned that she was going to go down to the bonfire the resort was doing that night, and asked me if I wanted to go with her. I had nothing else going on that day and said sure.

She was already in colorful board shorts and a black bikini top, so I remarked, “I just need to go change. My cottage is on the way.” As I mentioned this, some of the folks from the wedding began to file into the bar, “We’d better go now before I get sucked into staying.”

We left tips for the bartender, and headed out. I had opted to splurge on a beach cottage instead of just a regular room, and had liked the extra peace it had provided. Anne sort of hovered outside the door, and I motioned to her, “C’mon in! I have some beers in the fridge, so help yourself, and I’ll just be a few minutes.”

She followed me in, and I headed to the bedroom. I shucked off the dress, and changed into a frilly hot pink bikini and covered it up with a floral wrap skirt. I took my long brown hair down and brushed it vigorously to get some of the hairspray out, and put it back into a loose braid, then washed all the makeup off my face. Feeling refreshed I went back out into the living room, and got a beer for myself.

As I turned I found her checking me out. She looked up and me and smiled, and I smiled back, a little thrill going through me. Taking a lover – especially one of the same sex - wasn’t on my list of things to do with this week’s vacation, but dang…she was so pretty, and hey…I’d try anything once. More, if I liked it.

I met her gaze, and her blue eyes sparkled with mischief. She stood and held out her hand, and I took it tentatively, and she led me out the door and down to the beach with the other partygoers.

And did we have fun! There was a band, and dancing, a big buffet, and buckets of beer being handed out. As the sun went down they lit the fire. It was too hot to be right up next to it, so we moved a bit away. As the band played a mellow tune, Anne slipped an arm around my waist. I turned to face her and rested my arms on her shoulders and we began to sway back and forth to the music. We were almost exactly the same height, and when she leaned in to give me a soft, sweet kiss, it just seemed so natural.

“Come with me,” she whispered. She picked up our bucket of beers, and taking my hand led me away from the crowd and down the beach. There was a little cove a ways away that she directed me to. I’d been there the day before collecting shells, and because it was a bit rocky, it was usually fairly quiet.

Anne put the beers down on a flat rock, and handed one to me then took one for herself. We sat down and peered out at the water, taking in the moon and all the stars reflecting on its surface, “Isn’t it beautiful?” she murmured.

I moved closer to her, and rested my head on her shoulder, “It is.”

We sat quietly like that for a while, arms around each other’s waists, and sipping our drinks. When they were empty I raised my head and asked, “Why don’t we go for a swim?”

She turned to me and grinned, and stood to take off her shorts while I slipped off my skirt. We picked our way carefully to the water, and laughed as the water came up and tickled our feet. We made our way out a little deeper and splashed around a little bit, reveling in the wonderfully warm water. We soon found ourselves back in each other’s arms, and this time when we kissed, there was a much greater need to it.

Anne pulled me tight to her, and kissed me hungrily. Her hands moved up my back and untied my bikini top, and she slipped her tongue past my parted lips. As our tongues sparred, her hands came around and cupped my breasts, her thumbs making little circles around my nipples. I groaned, and she moved her mouth to my neck, sucking gently on the soft skin there.

“I wanted you the minute I saw you come into the bar looking so grumpy, and fussing with that ugly gown,” she whispered in my ear, “You were so cute.”

We looked at each other and giggled. I let my hands roam over her lithe body, reveling in the softness of her, but then looked down and blushed, “I’ve never been with another woman before,” I admitted.

“If you don’t want to do this…” she started.

I silenced her with a kiss, “Oh, but I do,” I reassured her.

She lifted her top and took my hands, placing them on her breasts, “Then explore.”

And I did. I felt the wonderful weight of them, and ran my thumbs over her little nipples. We kissed some more, and her hand snaked down my belly, and slipped into my swimsuit bottom, her long fingers stroking between my legs. I was so wet, and she let out a little laugh, “I guess you really do want this.”

Feeling a bit bolder, I ran my fingers through her hair, and pulled her back into a kiss. Soon it wasn’t just the water that was getting warm as our hands explored and our nipples brushed against each other. Anne broke away suddenly, “God, Tessa…let’s go. I want to taste every inch of you.”

We quickly moved back to shore rearranging our suits as we went, and picked up our clothes and the bucket and headed back to my cottage. The second the door closed, we were all over each other. The swimsuits quickly came off as we kissed our way to the bed. I stopped just long enough to pull down the duvet, and Anne pushed me down onto the soft mattress.

Her hands and mouth felt like they were everywhere at once. She latched onto one of my nipples, and little sparks went off in my core. I cried out and lifted my hips off the bed, and our groins met and rubbed against each other for a moment, making me shudder. She moved to the other nipple, and I moaned as she began to trail a line of kisses down my torso.

She spread my legs, and eased down between them. She kissed her way up one leg then up the other, each time getting tantalizing close to where I wanted her. When she finally got there, it was incredible. She explored my folds leisurely, sucking on them, lightly licking them apart and exposing my clit, which she nibbled on, and flicked with her tongue.

It was utter bliss…I had never felt anything like it. I’d always heard that having another woman go down on you is different somehow than a man doing it, and no matter how good a guy is the woman is always better. I was starting to believe this was true.

As she teased my clit, she slid two fingers into my pussy, stroking them in and out. The combination of her caresses and her mouth were making me go out of my head. I tangled my fingers in her hair and mewled as she brought me closer to the brink, and when she added a third finger I went completely over the edge.

I came so hard, my body quaking as Anne continued to suck my clit. I finally had to push her head away as it was just too intense and she looked up at me with a smile, my juices covering her lips. I pulled her up and kissed her feverishly, my hands moving down to her ass and squeezing it gently. I loved kissing her…lightly biting her soft lips, running my tongue along the line of her teeth, exploring her mouth.

Overcome with need, I rolled her over onto her back. It was my turn to taste her, and I started by nuzzling her neck, nibbling and sucking on it. I knelt up and looked at her…she was radiant with her blond curls, big blue eyes, and Cupid’s bow lips. Her full breasts were lightly tanned, and tipped with dark peach nipples, and my mouth literally watered at the sight of her.

I caressed her breasts, and lightly strummed her nipples, watching her face…fascinated with every change in her expression. I ran my hands down her belly, and felt her muscles flutter under her skin which was velvet soft. I leaned over and took one nipple into my mouth, tasting the salt of the ocean on her skin, and suckled lightly. She arched her back and I sucked on it a little harder, and heard her moan with pleasure. I pinched her other nipple lightly, rolling it between my fingertips.

Hungry for more, I moved my hands down her sides and underneath her to grab her ass, and shimmied down to her pussy. I hesitated a moment unsure of where to begin, and figured I’d just try on her what I liked on myself.

I used my fingers to gently caress her skin which had just the slightest bit of fuzz. A drop of moisture seeped out from between her lips, and I tentatively reached out my tongue to catch it, which made her moan. Emboldened by the idea that I was actually doing something right, I stiffened my tongue, and slid it past her lips, and licked her a little harder. She tasted salty but sweet, and I took my time exploring this new, yet still familiar, territory.

I mimicked what she had done with me, and replaced my tongue with my fingers, and moved my attention to her clit. I circled it with my tongue and was rewarded with Anne bucking her hips, driving her pussy even harder against my mouth. She let out a cry as I took it between my lips, and gently sucked on it, as I continued to probe her pussy with my fingers. I added a third, getting it nice and wet, then removed it and rubbed it against her tight asshole. She let out a whimper as I got it nice and slick, and slowly inserted my digit, massaging the thin skin that divided her two holes.

She thrashed around as I worked on her, her hands in tight fists gripping the sheets, and I had the overwhelming desire to make her come. I zeroed back in on her clit, and sucked it a little harder, flicking my tongue across it, as I thrust into her with my fingers. Soon her body went stiff, and she covered her mouth with one hand to stifle her shout as she came.

I licked up her sweet juices, and covered her with kisses, and she soon grabbed at my shoulders to pull me up on top of her. We kissed for a while, grinding our mounds together causing little sparks of pleasure to shoot through us, but soon dozed in the warmth of each other’s arms.

I woke up a bit later and shifted, and found her awake and looking at me. She didn’t say anything, just stroked her fingers down my cheek. I snuggled against her, kissing every bit of her flesh that my mouth could reach. We chatted a while, sharing things about our life, what we did for work and fun, and the more we talked and giggled together, the more I wanted her again.

As if sensing this, she suggested we take a shower, and wash the rest of the salt off our skin from our swim earlier. The cottage had a nice big shower, and soon we were washing each other, and kissing some more. The washcloths were quickly dropped as our hands took over, and soon we were fingering and stroking each other, our wet skin sliding together until we both came, moaning as our tongues tangled together.

We held each other under the spray until the water began to cool, then dried off and went back to bed. This time we fell asleep for real, and as dawn broke I woke to find I was by myself. I was disappointed to say the least and with a sad sigh rolled out of bed. I slipped on some clothes, figuring I’d go get some breakfast, and opened the door just as Anne was about to slip the key into the lock.

She let out a surprised, “Oh!” and looked embarrassed, “I was hoping to be back before you woke up, Tessa. I went out to go by my room, and to pick us up some breakfast. I sort of stole your key…I hope you don’t mind.”

I must have still looked upset, because she put everything down, and took my face in her hands, “Oh Baby…you didn’t really think I’d just slip away without a word, did you?”

“I wasn’t sure,” I murmured, and she pulled me close and kissed me, and wrapped me up in a big hug.

“C’mon, let’s eat,” she laughed, and then added with a wink, “I have a feeling you’ll need your strength for what I have planned for you this morning.” She opened up the carryout boxes, and we sat and ate in comfortable silence, and sipped on coffee she’d brought with.

Anne reached down and rummaged in the bag by her feet and came up with a bottle of champagne and a carafe of orange juice. She opened the champagne with a pop, and poured out a couple of mimosas. We finished breakfast - and eventually the champagne - and put the remains outside to be picked up. She led me back to the bedroom then ran back out to retrieve her bag. She dropped it on the floor and reached for me, expertly divesting us of our clothes, until we were rolling around on the bed again, kissing passionately.

She rolled me over onto my belly, and lifted my hips until I was face down and ass up. She lay down between my legs, and lowered my pussy to her mouth, and soon had me trembling as she expertly ate me out. I begged her to get into a 69 with me, but she sat up and laughed, “Oh no, Baby…first I’m going to give you the fucking you deserve.”

I heard some odd noises, and looked back curiously to find her removing an intricate harness from her bag. It had the usual dildo coming from the front, but another one that slid inside of her, as well. She caught me looking and laughed, “What can I say? I always travel prepared.”

She slid her dildo into place with a little gasp and strapped on the harness, then got back on the bed with me. She kissed and nibbled on my ass cheeks, and reached beneath me to tweak my nipples, then slid her fingers down to stroke my clit. I was panting with need at this point, and when I felt the head of the dildo sliding along my nether lips, I groaned.

“Do you want me inside you, Baby?” she whispered.

“Please,” I whimpered, “I want you so bad, I can’t stand it.”

She slowly inserted the head into me, and I pushed back against it. When it bottomed out, she groaned. By fucking me, she was also sort of fucking herself, pleasuring both of us at the same time. She started out slowly, taking her time as she worked the toy in and out of my eager pussy. Fucking doggy style was my favorite position however, and it wasn’t long until I begged her to take me harder.

She gradually increased her pace, but it wasn’t long until we had built up to a frantic tempo, and she draped herself over me, and held me around the waist as she pounded into me. The dildos penetrating us were simultaneously stroking our g-spots, and the base of the one inside me was also working on her clit. I reached down and stroked mine, and I panted that I wanted her to come with me. It wasn’t long until that happened, and at that point I was glad to have the cottage because we made an enormous racket as we shuddered and shook through our simultaneous climax.

Since unlike a penis the dildos never went soft, we just continued to fuck our way to a couple more orgasms until it just became too much to handle, and we collapsed on the bed in a tangle of limbs. She unbuckled the harness and set it aside then took me in her arms, and hugged me tight.

“Did you enjoy that?” she asked.

I looked deep in eyes and admitted, “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.”

She smiled happily and kissed me, “Please tell me that we’ll see each other again after this week is over.”

I smiled back shyly, “I’d like that very much.”

That afternoon Anne deserted her room and moved in with me. We spent the rest of the week talking, laughing, swimming, eating, and fucking. And as the evening before we had to leave fell, we stood in the ocean with our arms around each other, watching the sun set, and the stars come out, and knew that we’d found the love our lives.

It is two years later now, and we’re still together, and as happy as we can be. It hasn’t all been easy, but the journey has been worth it. I kept that bridesmaid’s dress as a reminder of how it brought us together, and tomorrow it’s going to be made into ring bearer pillows for our wedding. I’ve never been more happy thanks to that ugly thing.

The Seduction of Elise - Part V

Prior chapters of this story can be found in reverse order here.

When Adam left her on Thursday morning he gave her some instructions on how to dress and act on Saturday, and that he’d be there promptly at 8:00 to fetch her. Now that she was getting ready, she was hesitant about the last order, which was to not wear any undergarments.

It wasn’t necessarily an issue of modesty – although that bothered her a bit as well considering the high cut slits on her dress – but more an embarrassing worry that she’d get turned on by her surroundings, and damage the lining of it as a result. Not to mention she was curious to find out what might happen if she didn’t do exactly what Adam said, but a little afraid too. She opted to chance it, and slipped on the tiniest string bikini she owned, figuring that it wouldn’t show.

She took another look in the mirror, and was again momentarily surprised by the face that looked back at her. She normally didn’t wear much makeup, but tonight she was fully done up, her pale skin powdered, eyes lined elegantly in liquid black liner, brows perfectly arched, and a deep crimson lipstick staining her lips. She’d gone shopping for it all earlier in the day, and had let the salesgirl at the cosmetics counter give her some tips on how to apply it. Her hair was pulled back into a high and tight ponytail which emphasized her features even more, and the loose end of it spilled down her back in fat curls.

She was just putting in her earrings when there was a knock. She glanced at the clock, and noted with some relief that he was early. As she hurried to get the door, she was glad she’d convinced herself to take little extra time to get ready. She opened the door, and held her breath.

Adam stood outside in his impeccably tailored tuxedo, and took her in. She looked…decadent. His eyes drank her in, moving down her body and back up to her perfect face.

“You look incredible,” he murmured.

Elise let out a little sigh of relief, “I’m glad you approve.” She stepped back to let him in, and he closed the door behind him.

“I know I’m early, but I realized I’d forgotten a key part of your outfit. Hold out your hands, please.”

She did as he requested, and Adam proceeded to wrap some velvet lined red leather cuffs around her wrists. They matched her shoes perfectly, and had the same silver buckles and rings. He buckled them tight but not uncomfortably so. When he was finished he took her hands in his and pulled her close, kissing her lightly on the forehead.

“Now you’re ready,” he noticed her hesitate, “is something wrong?”

“I wasn’t sure whether to bring a bag…”

“All you’ll need is your ID and keys, and I will hold onto those for you.”

She fetched those items, and he led her down to the car. Always a gentleman, he opened the car door for her, and she slid in. He caught a tantalizing view of her sleek bare leg and smiled. Once she was settled, he got in and they took off.

The drive was longer than she expected, and they ended up in the outskirts of town, in an area with large, private estates. She giggled nervously, and he glanced over at her, “Something funny?”

“I’m just getting some ‘Eyes Wide Shut’ vibes from these houses. I though you said it was a club?”

“It is, sort of. It’s actually more like a monthly party at the owner’s private residence. It’s one of those things where most of the neighbors know what’s going on, but since there’s never any fuss no one talks about it.”

He turned into a long drive, stopped outside the gate, and pressed a button in the panel on the driver’s side column. A voice crackled through the speaker, and he gave a numbered code. In seconds, the gate began to swing silently open. They went up the curved drive, and Adam stepped out, while a valet opened her door for her, and proffered his hand to help her out.

Adam came around, and put a possessive hand on her lower back. Into her ear he whispered, “Remember what I told you. Keep your eyes down, speak only when spoken to, and use ‘Sir’ or ‘Madam’ when addressing others. You can speak freely to me when we’re in private, but only then. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

They walked in the door, and got in a receiving line of sorts. Elise couldn’t help but look around furtively, and she saw a woman she presumed to be their hostess sitting in an ornate chair up on a platform. She was a beautiful woman of about 65 years old, and on either side of the chair were two exceedingly handsome men, both stripped to waist, perfectly sculpted, and as still as statues. As couples passed, the submissive of the pair would either curtsey or bow depending on their sex.

This was a bit of etiquette that Adam had failed to tell her about. She guessed it was his way of keeping her a little off balance, but she smiled as she realized that in this case she had a bit of an ace up her sleeve.

Soon they were presented to their hostess and to Adam’s surprise, Elise executed a perfect deep curtsey, the kind a prima ballerina would give at the end of a performance. As she stood she kept her eyes down as Adam had instructed.

“Adam! How wonderful to see you!” their hostess exclaimed. She stood and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Madam Margaret…you look stunning as always.”

“So, this is the new girl that you were telling me about,” Elise felt a finger under her chin, and her head was tipped up, “She’s beautiful…and finally a sub that knows how to curtsey properly. Is she really new to the lifestyle?”

“She is.”

“What is your name, child,” the woman asked her.

“My name is Elise, Madam,” she replied quietly.

“It suits you. You are a lucky girl…Adam will be a wonderful Master to you.”

Madam Margaret turned back to Adam, and Elise lowered her head, “I’m sure you’ll have a lovely time this evening. I have observation room three reserved for you, and your waiter’s name is Michael. Call on him if you need anything at all.”

“Thank you very much, Madam,” Adam replied, lifting her hand to his lips, “Your hospitality is unsurpassed as usual. Elise, follow me.”

With that they left the platform, and headed out into the vast entry hall. Their reserved room was on the second floor, and Adam steadied her as they ascended the stairs. They found their room with the waiter standing at attention outside. Adam ordered a vodka tonic for himself, and a glass of pinot noir for her, and they entered.

From the outside the room looked wide, but inside it was actually narrow; a mere slice of space carved out of two neighboring rooms, with just enough room for a couch and a couple of end tables on either side. Two slim floor lamps tucked in the back corners provided the only light in the room. The inside walls were currently covered with heavy cream colored curtains. Adam closed the door behind them and turned to her with a grin.

“Well, you’re full of surprises.”

Elise leaned against the back of the couch, and tried to hold back a smile but failed, “Twelve years of ballet finally paid off.”

“Twelve years? Why did you quit?”

“I had to. I had late growth spurt when I was 15, but instead of growing up, I filled out. But I still practice every morning, and I have a little studio in the basement with a ballet barre and mirrors.”

Adam got a mischievous glint in his eye, “Do you? That could come in handy for other things, too.”

She laughed, but then stilled when he suddenly got serious and added, “We’ll wait until Michael comes back with our drinks before we get started. However, we need to discuss the fact that you didn’t follow my instructions on what not to wear this evening.”

Elise started and looked over at him, “How did you…”

He smirked, “As you showed off your curtsey, you also showed off your panty line.”

She blushed, “I’m sorry…I was just nervous, and I didn’t want to ruin the dress.”

“Ruin the dress? How so?”

She turned even redder, “I was afraid that if I got…aroused… I didn’t want to stain the lining.”

Adam stared at her for a moment, and then laughed, “My dear, that’s what dry cleaners are for.”

But she looked so miserable and embarrassed, that he went over to her, took her in his arms, and gave her a gentle kiss, “You are so sweet,” he whispered, “and that will get you a little mercy this evening. Now, take them off and give them to me.”

She pulled back and looked up at him, then silently slid them down her legs, and gave them over. He tucked them into his jacket pocket, as a knock on the door announced the arrival of their waiter. He dropped the drinks off on one of the end tables, and Adam slipped him a tip. He bowed and left quietly, shutting the door tightly behind him.

Adam handed Elise her wine, and she sat down on the couch, sipping it nervously as he opened the curtains. They revealed floor to ceiling windows that he assured her were one way glass. They would be able to observe, but the people inside couldn’t see them. At the moment the rooms – bedecked with all kinds of interesting apparatuses - were empty, which is why it had been so quiet. But after a few moments a couple entered the room on the left, and after a beat another couple entered the right.

“Let the show begin,” he murmured.

Happy Endings

Author's note:  Taking a brief break from Adam and Elise, but I hope to get part five up soon.  In the meantime, here's a little distraction for you.  I hope you enjoy it!  

Her man had been feeling out of sorts lately, so she decided to do something about it. She went out that morning to do a little shopping and came back with some candles, a CD with some soothing music on it, massage oil, and some smooth black basalt rocks.

When he got home she fixed him some hot tea and shooed him off to the bathroom to the nice warm bath she’d drawn for him. While he soaked she heated up the rocks, lit the candles, and started the music. When everything was ready, she called for him to dry off and join her in the bedroom. He came in to find it glowing with the soft flicker of the candles, and she led him to the bed and had him lie down on the soft towels she’d laid out. When he was settled, she draped another towel over his ass and straddled his legs.

She drizzled some of the warm woodsy scented oil down his back and began to smooth it into his skin with firm strokes, kneading the knots out of his shoulders and back. She reached for the rocks and placed them in the areas of his back that were the tightest, while she moved down to work the muscles in his legs. She knew she was doing a good job when she heard him let out a little sigh, and felt him relax even more into the bed.

When his legs were done, she scooted back up and took all but two of the rocks off. She held onto those two and began to smooth them firmly along his back, the heat soothing the tension, and soon the stiffness in his muscles began to melt away.

She had him turn over and noticed that while his muscles had been losing their stiffness, other parts of his anatomy had not. Stifling a smile she draped the towel over his pelvis, and in as businesslike a manner as she could muster she straddled him again, poured more of the warm oil into her hands, and began to work on his arms kneading her way from his shoulders down to his hands. But before she could start on his chest, he playfully ground his hips up against her.

The movement made her let out a little gasp, and while she was distracted, he pulled her down into a bear hug. Murmuring in her ear, he asked what all this was for, and she replied that she knew he had been stressed out and was just trying to help him relax. He tugged at her tank top suggesting another way she could do that, and she giggled. With a blush she sat up, pulled off her tank top, and unhooked her bra.

She lay back down on him and they kissed…a slow, languorous, sexy kiss. His hands roamed over her back, and she arched it slightly, loving the feel of her soft skin against his.

He moved his mouth down to nuzzle her neck, and she ran her fingers through his hair and let out a little moan. His lips left a trail of sensation that made her shiver. He pushed her up slightly, and palmed her breasts, feeling her nipples tighten at his touch. He ran his thumbs over and around them as he sat them both up. She rose up on her knees a little to offer them to him, and he took one in his mouth and sucked it lightly while his fingers gently squeezed the other.

She broke away reluctantly for a moment to shimmy out of her yoga pants, then pushed him back down and raked her fingers lightly over his chest as she moved her body down his. She slid the towel that was covering him aside, and blew lightly on his cock, causing him to let out a little gasp. She licked up his length slowly and took the crown between her lips, swirling her tongue over the head, and began to slowly work his length into her warm wet mouth. She hollowed her cheeks to make a tight seal around him, and hummed with pleasure, the vibrations causing him to buck his hips a little.

He told her to move into a 69, so she swiveled around and let him peel down her panties and work them off her legs, then she straddled his head and perched her pussy over his face. He opened her folds, and he flicked his thumb against her clit a couple of times causing her to lift her head and gasp. She begged him to suck it, and lowered her mouth back onto his cock as he pulled down on her hips and sealed his lips to her clit and flicked it with his tongue. He worked two fingers into her pussy, slowly twisting them inside her.

His attentions caused her to suck his cock with a bit more intensity, but when his fingers curled and he began to stroke her g-spot she became frantic for his cock inside her. She lifted herself off of him, and turned around to kiss him lustily, tasting her juices on his lips, and slowly took his cock inside her, moaning as his thickness filled her up. He held her tightly against him as she began to ride him. The romantic mood of the room lulled her into moving slowly at first…kissing him, stroking his hair, nipping his earlobe, and sighing happily.

But he had other ideas and began to move his hips more aggressively, quickening the pace. Soon she was caught up in it, and she tightened around him as he worked his cock inside her. She knelt up and slipped her fingers between where they were joined, gathered up some of her wetness, and began to stroke her clit, while she pinched her nipples with her other hand until they were jutting out in excitement.

He grasped her thighs and dug his fingers in, saying that he was about to come. She could feel his cock expand inside her, and she stroked herself a bit faster. He encouraged her to come with him, and as he slammed inside her, she was overcome with a shuddering orgasm, her pussy spasming around him, milking his cum from him.

Once she caught her breath, she lay back on top of him, and they kissed for awhile, until he moved her to his side and spooned around her, and they fell into a light sleep. She woke up a bit later to feel his weight on her, and saw that he was squirting some of the massage oil into his hands. She smiled and asked him what he was up to, and he murmured for her to just go with it. So she burrowed back into the pillow to wait and see what he had planned.

He smoothed the oil over her back, and she let out a sigh of pleasure as his strong hands worked it into her skin. He moved his way down to her ass, and she instinctively raised it up a little. He leaned over and whispered into her ear what a naughty girl she was, and she laughed and waggled her bum at him.

She gasped as he dripped some of the oil down her butt crack and slicked up her little rosebud. Her gasps turned to moans as he worked his thumb into her tight hole, working it in little by little as his cock invaded her pussy, thrusting slowly. She let out a contented sigh every time she felt his balls slap against her, and she began to move her body with the rhythm he set. But her eyes opened wide as he began to slide his other thumb into her ass, and began to stretch her open slowly and gently.

This double invasion got her all worked up. She lifted herself up on her hands and knees, and moved her hand to her clit to strum it softly. His fingers dug into her cheeks, pulling them apart as she relaxed her rear entry for him. Panting with need, she begged him to fuck her ass. He quickly replaced his thumbs with his cock, and she let out a little cry of joy as he thrust in firmly.

Soon all pretense of romance was replaced by undiluted lust as she begged him to give it to her harder. He was happy to oblige, and it wasn’t long until they were both on the brink. He pushed her hand away and took over pleasuring her, thrusting two fingers into her pussy and using his thumb to rub her clit. It wasn’t long until she came with a little scream, and buried her face into her pillow to stifle her cries. Her ass clamped down around his cock, and with a groan he released a volley of cum deep into it.

Exhausted, she collapsed on the bed taking him with her, and they lay in a sweaty, oily, gasping heap. After a few minutes her ass relaxed enough for him to slip out of her, and she protested quietly. He chuckled in her ear and held her tight, suggesting that maybe a quick shower was in order.

As they soaped each other up, stroking, tickling, and nuzzling as the water streamed down on them, she asked if he was feeling better. As he wrapped her up in his arms and kissed her, she knew that was all the answer she needed.