Chapter 18 - Solo Home Run
The scene in the cabin showed Kelly already in bed, covered by
a blanket except for arms propped under the pillow behind her head..
I asked her if she would help me with my dress and she silently shook
her head.
"What's the matter?" I asked, a bit testily since I had been
so frustrated.
"I'll tell you in a minute," she replied. "First tell me
about your date."
"It wasn't really a date. We just started walking after
dinner." I grinned as I began to think of the story I had to tell,
however disappointing the ending had been. I told her of Rocky's kiss
on the dark deck, and of my offer. When I told of how he had carried
me up the staircase her eyes widened in pleasure. When I described
what happened in Rocky's stateroom, however, including how it ended, I
could see an interesting combination of sympathy and humor.
"Oh, you poor girl," she chuckled. "You must be so frustrated
right now you'd do anything for relief."
"Just about," I agreed. "Now will you help me out of this
rig?"
"Can't"
"Why not?" I demanded.
"Lift the pillow and find out."
Under the pillow her arms were bound to a part of the frame
around the bunk, using the leather cuffs and chains I had packed.
When I removed the blanket I could see that her legs were spread by
another chain to the width of the bunk, held in place by the ankle
restraints. While she was clearly not under the tension of the
arrangement we used at home, she was just as securely bound and just
as completely naked, except for the key to the padlocks on its own
small chain around her neck.
"I found these in our luggage tonight when I came back from
dinner," she explained. "I wonder how they got there."
"Why were you going through our luggage at this time of
night?" I asked, as I gently pinched one of her nipples with my long
nails.
She gasped and moved sensually into my touch, licking her
lips. "I brought Jeremy back here, you know, the blond stud, and was
going to give him what Brandy was supposed to offer to Rocky. I was
looking for our nightgowns when I came across these instead. They
made me think of you and all of the sudden I decided I didn't want
Jeremy any more, so I told him I had developed a headache and he left,
poor fool. Then I had the cabin attendant stake me out for you. I
figured if you succeeded you'd be horny, and if you didn't you'd be
really horny, so I thought you might enjoy a no-risk seduction."
By now I had moved to her other nipple, and her breath was
getting a little ragged, mine too for that matter. The sight of my
long red nails against her erect nipples was intensely erotic. For
one reason or another we had not made love while I had been completely
dressed as Brandy. Sitting there in an evening gown and caressing a
nude, bound woman was having an interesting effect on both of us.
Kelly squirmed in her bonds, trying to lift herself into my touch.
"Oh, Brandy," she panted, "I've been thinking about our
bondage sessions. I can see now how much you love me because I know
that when I am bound on our bed, stretched to the corner posts, your
entire attention is on my pleasure, that you bind me so that I can
abandon all control and submit completely to the sensations you bring
to life. It is the most intense experience I could imagine. Yet when
Billie Jo and I bound you to the bed, we used you as a tool, focused
on her experience instead of yours. You still showed your love by
your willingness to be used. Somehow, tonight when I saw the
restraints in our luggage I understood for the first time what this is
all about. I decided as a sign of my love for you to have the
attendant bind me to the bed for your pleasure, not mine. Use me.
Take your pleasure from me. Let me show you my love tonight, in this
way."
"Are you sure?" I asked.
She nodded with a calm smile of acceptance, happy with her
slave status.
"We still have a problem, though. How do I get out of these
clothes. I can't reach the laces on my corset without you."
"Then leave it on, you can get the dress off and that's all
you need," she giggled.
I stood and fumbled with the collar. My long nails got in the
way, as usual, but I had fastened Kelly's similar collar earlier that
evening so I knew what needed to be done. After I few frustrating
minutes the collar was loose and I reached behind my back for the
zipper. Wriggling a little to reach it, I began to pull it down.
Kelly laughed and whistled at the strip tease I was performing, so I
began to bump and grind a little as I worked the zipper loose.
Finally, I reached the critical point and the dress slid to the deck.
I stood before Kelly in my corset, stockings, heels, and wig. Her
eyes widened in appreciation and I resolved to make sure she had
plenty of female companionship, now that this aspect of her sexual
imagination had been revealed. Some of it I could provide myself, but
she would need access to the real thing on occasion as well. Pulling
the front of my thong down far enough to release my pulsing erection,
I looked in the mirror where I saw an image like something out of an
adult magazine, a glamorous woman with a massive cock. I used to
think those pictures had to have been faked, but my own image
demonstrated the reality of that particular fantasy.
I moved back to Kelly and began to lick her nipples while
still standing beside the bed, keeping my knees straight and bending
over at the waist so that my legs seemed incredibly long and my ass
waved in the air. Kelly arched into my tongue, gasping with need,
matching my own need that pounded visibly in the pulses surging in my
cock. After a heavenly, tantalizing, intensely exciting time I
mounted the bed, straddling her chest and offering the tip of my
engorged cock to her lips. She took it eagerly, lunging forward as
far as her bonds would allow and began to suck desperately on the tip
to pull me closer to her face. I reached down to support her head and
she relaxed into my grip. Holding her head still I began to fuck her
face, rocking forward and back, driving deeper with each stroke. I
considered fulfilling my need right then, quickly and easily, but I
wanted more. I wanted her to come too, even though she had made it
clear that my own pleasure was her only goal that night.
I pulled back out of her mouth, her groan of disappointment
reflecting a part of my own feelings as well. Quickly reversing
direction, I lowered my hot cock back into her mouth while bending
down to search for her pleasure nub with my own lips and tongue. I
quickly found it swimming in a lake of her flowing nectar and began to
lap it eagerly. She strained against her bonds continually, trying
simultaneously to lift her head to swallow my cock and to lift her
hips to thrust her own need into my face. The magic of her lips and
tongue was having its effect on me. The long day of sensual
excitement, playing the part of a beautiful woman to my masculine
escort, culminating in my decision to dare to be a woman in sex as
well as looks by sucking my lover's cock, had built within me a
driving need for release which Kelly was pulling from me with powerful
suction. I was determined to hold off until she came but my need was
too great and with an uncontrollable shudder I started pumping my come
into her mouth. As is so often the case with real lovers, my own
pleasure excited her and put her over the top to come as well,
screaming with the intensity of her own release. My pulsing cock
stuffed down her throat acted as an effective gag and her cries were
muffled, but I could hear them and knew I had succeeded in my desire
to bring her pleasure. I collapsed on top of her as my energy was
spent into her mouth.
I actually fainted. When I came to, I knew first hand why
women had so often had fainting spells while bound into tight corsets.
I had been unable to breathe sufficiently to keep up with my excited
need for air and passed out. As consciousness returned, I heard
Kelly's muffled attempt to rouse me, but my cock still gagged her so
her sounds were muted.
I rolled to one side and as my cock popped out of her mouth
she asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"
"Yes," I smiled, "but this corset is a challenge."
She laughed in relief, then watched as I began to release the
locks holding her and massage her arms and legs to relieve the
stiffness that built so quickly when bound without the tension of the
bungees. In a moment, we were hugging each other and then moving to
get ready for bed. Kelly loosened my corset laces so that I could get
undressed and in a short time we were lying in each others arms
asleep.
The next morning was the coolest we had experienced and it was
clear that short skirts would not be reasonable if we went on deck.
Long skirts, except as part of a glamorous evening gown, were clearly
not part of Brandy's style or even Kelly's any more. We hadn't even
packed any. So far, I had used skirts to hide the bulge made by my
masculine parts, but we had brought along some special equipment in
case I decided to try pants. Clearly Brandy would have to wear
tight-fitting pants just as she always wore body-conscious skirts and
dresses so we had to take particular care not to reveal an
inappropriate bulge. Our tactic was to bind my cock tightly with
special wide tape that smoothed the shape into obscurity, making me
glad that I was so closely shaved since it was clear the tape was
going to take with it any hair it contacted when we finally removed
it. Detaching the garters from my corset, Kelly cinched my waist into
it's required shape after which I returned the favor. We both dressed
in stretch pants and sweaters, anoraks we had purchased for the
cruise, and warm boots. This would actually be the first time Brandy
had gone public in unisex clothes and I had to wonder how much the
success of my new identity had been due to the overpoweringly feminine
styles I had worn. Actually, this might be the most difficult test of
all since the only tools I would have to declare my femininity were my
long hair and makeup. The rest would have to be personality and
mannerisms without the protective camouflage of feminine clothes.
However, it worked well. My new persona was sound enough to
be sustained with only minimal help, though Kelly's magic with
cosmetics and the long, silky wig were still very important. We spent
the day together since Rocky was gone and Kelly had tired of her blond
hunk patrol. The ship passed by glaciers and icebergs. We saw a bear
feeding in a stream. Once, as we sailed along we saw a pod of killer
whales, their wickedly powerful teeth gleaming in a strange parody of
a smile. The mannerisms of femininity had become habitual so I could
maintain my softly singing voice, graceful hand movements, and sensual
hip sway without concentration. Even with the anoraks hiding our
corseted shapes, there were still plenty of men who attempted to
attach themselves to us. We flirted happily but never let anyone stay
with us for long. It was such a relief to be able to walk easily
without high heels and to sit casually without careful attention to
short skirt coverage that we decided to stay in our stretch pants all
day. We grazed at the buffets and sent our regrets to the Captain's
table rather than get dressed for dinner, though this was the last
night of our cruise. Spending the day together in a more relaxed
state reminded me of how much fun Kelly was to be with and made me
more grateful than ever that she was the companion of my life.
The next day was our last on board. Kelly had insisted on
packing by herself, with a mysterious smile on her face. We would
disembark that morning and planned to catch an afternoon flight home.
Though it was cool we decided on leather mini-skirts and high-heeled
shoes, adding fluffy fake fur coats to maintain some warmth. Our
long, shiny legs worked their expected magic and we had plenty of
offers to help with our luggage. Kelly took care of the destination
tags on our bags, again showing a strange smile. We did some
sightseeing around Anchorage for a while, which was a typical modern
city not too different from others we had seen until we happened upon
a harbor area. There were dozens, maybe hundreds of floatplanes at
docks or tied to anchor buoys and we talked about how interesting it
would be to depend on bush planes to go everywhere rather than simply
driving. Our tour of Anchorage delivered us to the airport in plenty
of time for our flight, again collecting multiple reminders about our
spiked heels. At the gate, however, Kelly only offered one ticket to
the attendant.
"Where's mine?" I asked.
"Right here," she grinned as she handed it to me. "Your
flight is tomorrow."
"What?"
"You heard what I said," she laughed. "You need to solo for
real. I separated out your things and sent them to the Hilton. You
have a room there for the night."
"So that's why you had me dress in a front-lace corset today,
and why you insisted on packing by yourself."
"Yep," she confirmed with a smug smile.
I wanted to be angry at her trick on me, but I couldn't be
convincing. The idea fascinated me. Though I had spent large parts
of many days by myself as pure Brandy, I had always had her around at
periodic intervals to make sure I was not unraveling in some way.
Kelly knew I was using her for a crutch and had decided to kick her
pupil out of the nest. Instead of being angry, I hugged her and put
the ticket into my own purse. We found a secluded corner not too far
from the gate and when they called Kelly's flight I gave her a deep,
loving good-bye kiss that was entirely appropriate for husband and
wife, but would have raised a lot of eyebrows if we had done it
publicly. Patting her on her short-skirted fanny I sent her on her
way and then left for the hotel.
My luggage had been delivered directly to a room and I quickly
checked in. Even though I had no bags that needed carrying, I found
several bell boys waiting to escort me to my room. Smiling with the
cool amusement that provided armor for a beautiful woman, I let one of
them lead me to the elevator, and then to my door. I gave him a small
tip since there were no bags, but then kissed his cheek and he seemed
satisfied. My deep red lipstick left a record of his task and I
wondered what he would tell the others.
My bags were at the foot of the bed and I started through them to
discover if Kelly had made choices I could live with and found that
the clothes that Kelly had packed were those that I could put on by
myself. She had included the front-lace corsets and dresses which
zipped. I found enough outfits, including lingerie, to last for at
least a couple of days. I even found the stretch pants and tape in
case I wanted to wear something more casual. Nonetheless, for that
evening I selected the short, midnight blue dress I had worn on my
debut as Brandy. Since it was already late afternoon, I changed
immediately so that I could find someplace to have a drink before
dinner. My suntan stockings were replaced with a dark, seamed pair,
and I slipped the deep blue satin pumps on my feet. I had never tried
to fasten my own collar behind my neck where I couldn't see what I was
doing, and my long nails nearly made it impossible, but I persevered.
The zipper was another challenge. By the time I was done I wondered
if I would have to undo it all and find another outfit, but eventually
I was checking my reflection in the mirror and finding it acceptable.
Actually, I found it incredible. Brandy really was a beautiful woman.
The fake fur coat worked well enough with the midnight blue dress as
well, so I grabbed it and my purse and locked the room behind me.
As I crossed the lobby I could feel everyone's eyes on me.
Once upon a time I would have been sure it was due to people who could
see through my impersonation and were about to laugh and point. Now,
I knew it was interest on the part of the men and jealousy from the
women as I swayed on my way with cheerful pride. The concierge was at
his desk and I sauntered over to him
"Could you tell me a good place to get dinner and a drink?"
"The hotel lounge and restaurant are excellent, miss."
"Please," I pleaded, resting my long nails lightly on his
sleeve, "call me Brandy. I'm sure your hotel would be an excellent
choice, but I feel like going out tonight."
He flushed when I touched him and did not reply immediately,
but he pulled himself together with an obvious effort and looked up
into my eyes. This was probably another mistake on his part, because
the deep midnight blue with which I had legitimately been blessed was
a serious distraction in its own right. He coughed to clear his
throat, or start his breathing again, and looked down at his notepad.
"What style of food were you interested in?"
"Oh, something local. It would be foolish to come all the way
up here and then have Mexican food," I chuckled.
"Andrew's has the best sea food in Alaska, I believe, and that
means the best in the world."
"Sounds good, would you call me a cab? And try and get me a
table? I'd be so very grateful," I breathed softly to him, implying
that my gratitude could be a very worthwhile thing to obtain. He
jumped up so fast you'd have thought he was a marionette whose strings
had been jerked and I smiled inwardly at the special privileges given
to beautiful young women as I walked after him. By the time I got to
the curb there was a cab waiting. The concierge held the door for me,
and held out his hand to help me into the seat. I fell off my high
heels as usual and swung my smooth legs into the cab.
The sights of Anchorage flowed by the windows and I caught my
reflection in the glass. I chuckled silently when I realized that my
first thought had been to check my hair and makeup, though I could
remember a time when every reflection had resulted in an instant of
failure to recognize that I was the person imaged, then shock that I
was dressed as a woman, then pleased surprise that I looked so
gorgeous. Now, all those things were what I normally expected and I
used the reflection to check mundane details, just as any other woman
might do.
Andrew's was down by the harbor and combined a pseudo-rustic
exterior with a quietly elegant interior. There was a coat check
room, more useful in Alaska than in the warmer climate at home, and I
left the fluffy coat with the attendant. The concierge had arranged a
reservation but there would still be a wait so I strolled into the bar
to get the planned drink. Since I wasn't particularly interested in
sitting alone in the bar, I just got my white wine and then began to
look at the obligatory nautical pictures on the walls. Andrew's decor
provided a history of fishing off the coast of Alaska, from Eskimos in
kayaks through sailing whalers to modern trawlers which reminded me of
Rocky's emergency and I wondered if he were okay, and if he had been
able to save his fishing boat.
While I waited for my table I fended off several invitations
from the local stud patrol. After working myself up to such a fever
pitch in my attempt to carry through with Rocky, I was just not ready
to start another relationship and so used the cool amusement look as
usual to reduce suitors to stumbling incoherence. I still had
sufficient memories of being on the other end of that look to hate to
use it on nice guys just trying to provide pleasant company, but it
was effective and perhaps more gentle than outright rejection.
"Brandy," I heard a deep voice say.
I turned around and saw a big man at the bar, ordering a
drink. I assumed he had spoken and I had just confused his drink
selection with my chosen name. It was dark in the bar, and I had been
looking at the lighted pictures so I couldn't make out much about him,
but I mused to myself that in the shadows he bulked as big as Rocky,
which made me sigh with regret at lost opportunities and turn back to
the pictures. A shadow moved faintly over the wall, washed out by the
illumination of the pictures, but I felt as though someone had come to
stand behind me. The look of amusement assumed its place on my
features as I waited for some sort of opening line.
"Could I help you with your luggage, miss?" a voice whispered
in my ear. I turned to see Rocky and without conscious thought I was
in his arms and kissed him deeply. He returned my kiss with compound
interest, though he struggled not to spill his snifter of brandy.
When the initial flood subsided, I was embarrassed at a display of
emotion I didn't even know lurked within me. I had thought my
reminiscence about Rocky was idle regret at a mystery still hidden,
but I realized that I considered him more than a casual acquaintance.
I drew back in his arms, though I could no more have broken from his
embrace by my own strength than I could have twisted railroad spikes
into pretzels.
"Is that your only opening line?" I asked with a smile. I
tried to regain an easy nonchalance, but I knew the heat on my cheeks
was giving me away.
"No," he grinned, "only my best one. At least it had far and
away the best results. I only use it for special occasions, though."
"Indeed?" my arched eyebrow invited further explanation.
"Yep, I only use it on the most gorgeous woman in the state,
and then only if she smiles."
I suppressed a girlish giggle but the smile he asked for broke
through, then I hugged him closely and tried to sort out my own
feelings. Perhaps a more casual conversation would help.
"How'd your boat turn out? Did you keep the . um . Siren Song
off the rocks?"
"Yes, we were able to get her under tow and then it was just a
case of taking due care until we reached port."
"You brought her all the way to Anchorage?"
"Goodness, no," he laughed. "We put her in not twenty miles
from where I left the ship."
"Then what are you doing in Anchorage?" I blurted, then caught
my breath as a possible answer came to me.
His grin confirmed my guess. "You wouldn't believe how much
trouble I went through to find you. If I hadn't owned that ship so I
could get a hold of the steward who sent your bags to the hotel, I
probably never would have found you. The concierge told me you were
coming here, but he thought you might have stopped off somewhere else
for a drink, first. That's why I was just standing around ordering
one of my own when I saw you."
I heard another voice calling for Brandy, and realized my
table was ready. We strolled arm-in-arm to the table and Rocky told
me all about his nautical adventure. I thought it had probably been
much more hazardous than he was letting on but I was still too busy
sorting out my own emotions to probe into his story. The meal passed
in a sort of daze. Rocky ordered for both of us. I tasted everything
and it was all wonderful, but of course I still couldn't eat much
since my corset was as tight as ever. The candlelight on the table
set highlights in the deep sheen of my dress and reflected in the
shine in his eyes. I wondered if my own eyes were as bright, and
figured that they were probably dull due to my confused and distracted
thoughts. At some point we were finished and he was offering his hand
to me to help me stand. I took it and found my fingers intertwined
with his as we left the restaurant. He was cheerful and exuberant,
filling in the conversation when I did not carry my own share. I
thought of Kelly now a thousand miles away and wondered if she would
still offer the same advice. I knew I wanted to continue what we had
started on the ship, but I had to sort through the conflicting
emotions and needed to psyche myself up again.
Before I realized it we were at my hotel and my car door was
being opened. I gracefully swung my legs out together, knees clamped
in automatic reflex to preserve my modesty in the dangerously short
skirt and it seemed only an instant later that we were in the
elevator. I had taped my masculine package as tightly as I would have
in pants, considering it practice at the time, but I felt that I was
better hidden than usual so I molded myself to his massive body and
raised my lips for a kiss. He surrounded me with his immensely
powerful arms as he obliged, driving his tongue into mine with a
passion that seemed like it must have been continuously building since
our time together on the ship. I felt myself respond to that emotion
with my own passion, and my confusion melted away into determination
to serve this man so well he would never doubt that I was a true
woman. He reached again for the globes of my ass and I wriggled into
his touch. Then I felt one hand begin a journey toward my artificial
tit and I had to stop him.
"I'm sorry, darling, truly. But I'm not ready yet. It will
be at least a couple more days. It would so please me to pick up
where we left off, though."
The pulse I felt in his unfettered bulge provided an
undeniable answer. The door opened and he swung me up into his arms
as though I were lighter than air and strolled down the hall with my
arms around his neck and my tongue tickling at his ear. I felt the
breeze of our motion on the exposed cheeks of my ass as we walked
along and prayed that he would not discover my secret. I wanted him
to cherish the memory of Brandy as I would cherish my memory of him,
and I was sure he would not understand how I had gotten to this point.
I wasn't sure I understood it myself. I pulled one arm from around
his neck and began to work at his tie even before we reached the door.
Since I knew how to handle conventional neckties much better than the
tuxedo tie he had worn on the ship, I had it stripped away by the time
we reached my room.
"Do you have your key?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, it's right here . . somewhere."
I held my purse in the hand that went behind his head and went
through it with the one that held his tie. Rocky laughed as I fumbled
trying to see around him. I stuck my tongue out at him and quickly
stuck his tie over his shoulder. He pretended to try and bite my
tongue and we ended up locked in another timeless kiss. Eventually I
found the key card and he swung me around to where I could put it in
the slot, still holding me with as little effort as I held the key
card. If his breathing was a bit heavier than normal, it was as
likely to have come from our kisses as from the strain of holding my
large-for-a-woman body. More likely. We entered the room and I
squirmed to be let down, then he set me on my feet as carefully as he
would a china doll and I tossed my purse to the side as I resumed my
efforts on his clothes. Rocky captured my hands, making them seen
tiny in his massive grip, and lightly kissed the long, slender nails.
"We've been through this before. I can get it done quicker by
myself."
I giggled and nodded at the correctness of his statement and
stepped back to let him work. As he used his hands on his clothes, I
reached for his face and pulled it down to mine for a deep, lingering
kiss. Somewhere in there his hands stopped and when we broke for air
his arms were back around my corseted waist.
"You don't seem to be making much progress," I teased.
"You're not letting me alone long enough to finish," he
offered in excuse, though he clearly did not intend it for a
complaint.
"Well, I had to have something to do to pass the time while
you dawdled."
"I'll show you dawdle," he warned, but his hands moved back to
his clothes and this time I let him finish. In a moment, he was
standing before me in his thin briefs, his hard bulge clearly
outlined. I reached out to lightly stroke his hidden treasure with
the tips of my long nails and he gasped, the answering pulse in his
rock-hard briefs threatening to split the material in two.
"Hi there, sailor, been a long time at sea?" I giggled
He caught me in his arms and crushed me to his chest. If I
hadn't had top quality falsies the pressure would probably have
wrecked them and revealed my secret, but they held up. When he
released his bear hug I let out a gasp of my own, for the pressure of
his embrace had driven out what little air the corset allowed. I
laughed and reached down to strip his underwear to his ankles and his
raging erection pounded forth like a beast from a cave, searching for
a target. I caught it in my hand as he stepped from his shorts and
led him to the bed where he sat on the edge and leaned back as I knelt
between his legs, examining his cock in fascination, remembering some
details but noting others I had missed. I used my long nails to
lightly scratch at his balls while I continued to hold him in my other
hand.
"Now, let's see, where were we?" I teased.
His answering growl was too incoherent for a clear threat, but
his need was too great to allow him to be teased much more. I blew on
it softly with my warm breath and provoked a groan. My tongue
followed my breath and once again I used it to paint his hot red cock
with a glistening overcoat. A kiss followed my tongue bath and I was
where we had been interrupted before. Again I licked my shining lips,
then opened my mouth and took the head inside. Then I let my lips
close behind the head and gently licked the tip inside my mouth.
Before I started to stroke on him I sucked on the tip, flicking it
lightly with my tongue. The salty taste from the bead of moisture
that had been trembling on the tip of his cock was interesting, not
bad at all, and the incredible softness of the head was amazing.
Rocky lay back with his eyes closed and his mouth open, breathing
heavily. His massive hands were clenched into boulders on either side
of his legs as he struggled to control himself and let me set the
pace. I began to move deeper onto his cock, as though the suction
from my mouth was pulling my head toward him. I moved very slowly,
knowing that I would trigger a throat reflex spasm if I took him too
deep too fast. When the tip of his cock reached the back of my throat
I was ready and I paused to let my mind get control of my reflex
rejection of this unaccustomed intruder. Then I let his sword
penetrate my mouth a little further to make sure I had my control of
my throat established before I began to withdraw, this time using my
suction as though I would lift his massive body off the bed through my
pressure on his tool. It didn't work, of course. Instead, his angry
sword emerged from my lips, glistening with a fresh shine. I repeated
my forward motion, taking him a little faster and I relaxed my throat
to take him a little deeper as well, wondering if my success in taking
him so far down my throat was due to my commitment or something else
in my strange background, like all the extensive mouth exercise I got
when nibbling on Kelly's jewel.
I began to pick up my pace, always maintaining in my mind the
image of using suction to pull my head toward the base of his tower,
and then trying to suck hard enough to lift him off the bed. I kept
my tongue busy inside my mouth and breathed when he was far enough out
of my throat to allow passage of air. Through it all, I knew my teeth
were brushing on his member, though I strained to open wide enough to
clear the massive width of his cock, but he didn't complain, unless
gasps, grunts, and frequent groans would be considered complaints. By
now I was bouncing up and down, plunging deeply on every downstroke
and rebounding almost clear of his cock. I glanced up at his face as
I performed my willing duty and saw the beads of sweat on his forehead
that I knew from my own experience preceded release. I went down even
further, until I could feel him well down my throat, and was
withdrawing again when for a moment I thought I had succeeded in
sucking him right off the bed!
Instead, it was his own back arching up into a straining
explosion. Great gobs of thick semen filled my mouth, and I had to
reduce the depth of my strokes in order to allow my throat to swallow.
Even then I maintained all the suction I could generate and kept my
tongue vibrating rapidly on whatever I could reach. It seemed he had
been at sea a long time since he shot pulse after pulse from an
endless supply. I swallowed as fast as I could to keep up with the
flow and kept stroking until I noticed a reduction in the quantity
being generated and he sagged back onto the bed. Gentle aftershocks
pulsed in his cock and sent streamers of fluid to follow the main
eruption. I licked gently at the head to clean it, but he hunched
forward in an emergency sit-up to catch my face in his hands and stop
me.
"That's too intense for right now. You'll have to let me
recover."
I smiled and let the head of his cock pop from my lips, which
provoked a small wince followed by a grin as he acknowledged my
momentary control over his great strength. He pulled me up beside him
and hugged me as his breathing recovered, though I reached down to
make sure the hem of my dress didn't get any residual fluid dripped on
it, an unnecessary precaution since the dress was so short the bottom
was almost above his waist as we embraced. Then I kissed him gently
on the lips and he opened his eyes with a happy smile.
"You are amazing," he breathed. "Where did you learn to do
that? Maybe I shouldn't ask."
"On you," I giggled.
"What? You mean you've never done that before?"
I nodded. "I have a small confession to make, and I hope you
won't be too angry."
"Angry? Right now I can't imagine anything you could say that
would make me angry."
I knew he didn't realize what he was really saying, but I
wasn't about to try him out on my real secret. I made up another
white lie to explain the situation that was actually closer to the
truth than my use of Eve's curse.
"I've never been with a man before, ever. That's the real
reason I couldn't let you do what we both wanted. I'm determined to
save myself for the right guy and I want my first climax to be at my
future husband's touch. But I wanted to have some skill to please
him, and I'm afraid I used you to get it. I'm sorry if you're unhappy
with me for using you, but I promise to respect you in the morning."
He grinned wildly and wrapped me in his arms again, taking
this small confession as a sign that I wanted our relationship to be
based on full and open truth. I wished that were really the case as I
smiled into his warm eyes, also wishing that I had the right set of
plumbing for him. Oh, well, some things just can't be done.
In a few minutes he began to feel chilled in the room and got
up to dress.
"Would you like a nightcap," he asked.
"No thanks," I smiled. "You wouldn't believe what I have to
do to get ready to go out in the morning. I have an early flight.
Would you be too disappointed if I just kissed you good-bye?"
"Nothing you could do would disappoint me. When will I see
you again?"
I dropped my head and sighed sadly, "Never."
"Why not?" he asked in alarm.
"I told you that I have many sins in my background, and
secrets I could never tell anyone. It's true that I've never been
with a man but in most other ways you really don't want to know who I
am. The only reason I let myself get close to you is because I
promised myself I could make it a good memory for you. If you found
out any more about me, it would taint our time together forever. I
can't see you again, ever."
"There's nothing you could have done that's that bad," he
denied.
"Trust me in this if you ever trust me in anything. You don't
want to know. Please, let this end on a happy note. I so enjoyed our
time together. Let that define our memories of each other. Please,"
I pleaded as gently as I could.
His shocked eyes showed his refusal to believe, but after a
moment he nodded. I was a little surprised he gave in that easy, but
was glad it had ended quickly. I watched tentatively as he finished
dressing, not knowing if he was quietly angry or just thoughtful.
When he finished he held his arms out to me and I flowed into them,
kissing him happily in gratitude for accepting my demand to close out
this chapter in our lives. After a timeless, instant, eternal moment
he was gone. As the door closed behind him I felt tears fill my eyes
and wondered just how far from Ran I had come. My rest that night
began uneasily, but somewhere during the dark I came to an emotional
completion with the adventure and then slept soundly.
When the alarm rang that morning I decided on a more casual
look and resurrected the second outfit I had ever worn as Brandy,
denim skirt, red lace blouse, and sky-high sandals. I donned a red
front-lace corset, suntan stockings and tight, tiny thong underwear.
Since Kelly was not there to help me with a final check, I took extra
care with my makeup and hair, achieving the spectacular results she
had taught me. The wide red velvet choker completed the outfit
nicely, though sometimes I wondered if the gloves were not even more
glamorous than my long red nails. I allowed plenty of time to get to
the airport and was checking in at the flight counter as soon as the
attendant arrived.
"Weren't you here yesterday?" she asked with a frown.
"I was just seeing off a friend," I explained.
"If you were here you should have known better than to wear
those shoes. You'll have to remove them if there's any trouble with
the plane."
"I know," I smiled, wondering what the world's record was for
number of times that warning had been given.
After an uneventful flight, I called Kelly from the airport.
She bubbled happily and came to meet me. By the time my luggage
arrived, or so it seemed, she was there. I hugged her like a
long-lost lover, which was exactly true, and we hurried home.
"I've missed my back rubs," she complained.
"Me, too," I grinned. "Wouldn't Billie Jo give you one?"
"Not the same," she snickered, "we tried."
"You did?" I laughed. "How'd it go."
"Just about as wonderful as possible, without a man around.
In other words, not too great. The exercise was good, though. I've
lost another 2 pounds."
"You better stop before you waste away," I warned. "You don't
have any spare to lose, except in valuable territory." I reached out
and tweaked her nipples through the fabric of her blouse. I had
noticed that she was not wearing a bra, and wanted to let her know I
appreciated it.
"Stop that," she demanded, but her laughter showed her
pleasure at my interest.
"I wondered if you would come back to me at all," she smiled
tentatively.
"Don't ever doubt it," I assured her. "There's no other woman
in the world for me, and I'm not equipped to handle men. Not that I'd
want to if it meant giving up you."
"Maybe you'll have to think about that some more," she warned
with a note of mystery in her voice.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"You have a date," she exclaimed with a laugh. "I set you up
while you were gone."
"What?"
"Dart Tanyon called. I told him I expected you before Friday,
so you have a date on Saturday night. You can wear your leather
dress. I even ordered you some thigh-high spike-heeled boots like the
ones that go with my leather outfit. You'll be a knockout, especially
when you pull your gloves off and show him your nails."
"You didn't. You wouldn't," I denied her claim.
"Sure did, I even recorded the message so you could listen."
The message on the machine confirmed her story in all
respects. I was committed unless I stood him up, or took positive
action to stop this runaway train. I kept telling myself to call him
and cancel out, but as each day passed I found some excuse not to, and
suddenly it was Saturday. I had not told Kelly yet about my last
night with Rocky, and I wondered what she would think if she knew.
