by Melody Adams
Footsteps came from the stairs and I listened with bated breath. How I longed to feel his hands on me again … to kiss him … to have his hardness in me and hear his voice saying my name when he climaxed inside of me. Tears ran down my cheeks and the desire was almost unbearable. My heart ached so much that I thought it would burst inside my chest.
The steps stopped in front of my door and my stomach clinched in pain. My breath was heavy, my blood was rushing. What was he doing? Would he enter?
Knocking.
“Miss Frazer?” I heard his voice and I held my breath again. “Are you still up?”
Say yes! Say yes, dammit!
But I could not get myself to say anything. I was paralyzed. All I could do was stare at the door in shock. I wanted him to come inside, to take me into his arms and to tell me that everything would be alright. This of course would not happen and I did not have the courage to take the initiative to say a word. I was a lousy coward and hated myself for it. It was my fault that it had come to this. I should have faced my stepfather years ago. I had done everything wrong because I was a coward.
The steps moved away from the door and another door opened. I could have slapped myself for keeping quiet. I asked myself, what would have happened if I had I answered the door. What did he want? Apologize for his behavior? Or just wish me a good night? I would probably never find out now that my chance had passed.
Viper
My heart was racing as I waited for her to answer the door, but things remained still. Disappointment tore at my heart and I raised my hand to knock again … this time harder. I wanted to see her … to tell her I was sorry. I wanted her to take care of my knuckles so that I could feel her hands on mine again. Then Fay appeared in front of my eyes and my bad conscience kicked in. It was senseless! She did not deserve that I resent her like this. I had had no problem sleeping with other women because it was meaningless. But I knew it would not be meaningless if I slept with my caregiver.
You should be dammed, Fay! Dammed!
I slowly pulled my hand away from the door and moved away. I went into the bathroom and took care of my knuckles. It stung like hell and I cussed quietly. She could probably do this much better, especially since I could not see a damn thing. How I hated to be blind! In my clumsiness I knocked over the bottle of rubbing alcohol and it shattered on the tile.
“Fuck!” I screamed angrily. “Dammit! Fuck!”
I heard a door open and then footsteps approached. The bathroom door opened.
“Mister Mahony!”, she yelled out with sadness and I damned the circumstances that she had to see me like this. I was not able to do anything. I hated that I needed her help. I had sworn myself to never be co-dependent on anybody, ever again … and now look at me. Here I was sitting on the edge of a bathtub, surrounded by the glass shards I could not see, like a damn idiot!
I felt her hand on my naked shoulder and instantly my heart raced faster.
“Do you have a broom and a dustpan?” she asked.
I pointed at the cleaning cabinet in the corner and heard her moving away to look for the items. Then I heard her cleaning up my mess. My cheeks were burning with shame and I bit my tongue.
“Well, this is done”, she said. “Now let me take care of your knuckles. You should have bandaged your hands.”
“No!” I replied grimly. “I wanted it like this!”
“You wanted bloody knuckles?” she asked perked up. “You are silly! Look at them!”
“I CANNOT see!” I reminded her through clenched teeth.
She sighed.
“I meant it rhetorically!” she said. “I will get new rubbing alcohol tomorrow. Let me see what else we can use.”
“There is Hydrogen Chloride”, I explained.
“Got it”, she announced.
I felt how she knelt down in front of me and tenderly started to treat my knuckles. My anger vanished as I felt her hands on me. I could not prevent myself from getting hard and I realized she would notice it. She did not give any indication that she did as she finished her work and cleaned up. I got up and bumped into her. She let out a soft scream and my hands held her as she fell unto me.
“Excuse me” I mumbled. “Did I hurt you?”
“N-no”, she said. “I … am okay. I …”
Her warm hand was on my bare chest and my dick was aching with desire. I could not resist any longer and pulled her closer, letting her know how much I wanted her. I heard her catch her breath. I wished I could see her eyes … her expression revealing if she wanted me as much as I wanted her. She did not pull away. Her hand rested on my chest. She did not make an attempt to brace against me and push me away. I slowly lowered my head until I could feel her warm breath and I knew our lips were only inches apart. Then she did something unexpected. She put her hand on my neck and pulled me closer. Her lips were soft and warm. I moaned quietly at the softness of her touch. Her lips opened with mine and I let my tongue glide into her mouth. She tasted like chocolate. Her tongue met mine without hesitation. God, how much I wanted her. I let my hands run down her body. She had a beautifully round butt … soft and firm at the same time. I massaged her butt cheeks and rubbed my hard cock against her. I wanted nothing more than to let myself dive into her sweet hotness and push my cock all the way inside of her. Her response gave me the hope that I would be able to do just that. She pushed her sweet body against mine, and her fingers dug into my shoulder as she embraced my kiss. She felt like Fay. Dammit, she tasted like Fay. I sighed … but this time not from lust, but from frustration. Fay snuck into my mind and that was like a cold shower for me. I retracted away from Fayden as gently as possible and tried to sort out my feelings.
“I am sorry”, I mumbled.
“Don’t … don’ t be”, she answered quietly. “I want it too.”
“I can’t!” I said abruptly and stormed out of the bathroom.
Fay
I stood there thunderstruck, my eyes following him. What had happened? He just had kissed me as if he was dying of thirst, rubbing his obvious erection against me and then fleeing from the bathroom like I had a contagious disease. Did he think we should not have sex, because I worked for him? What were his thoughts of me now? Did he think of me as a woman that was easy to get? Would this kiss mean the end of my job? My heart was restless with so many questions as my abdomen clenched painfully. I hoped I would not lose my job. I did not want to leave Viper … and I needed the job.
My legs felt like jelly and I sat down on the bathtub feeling dizzy. I lifted my hands up to my lips as if in a trance and touched them. Viper’s kiss reminded me of everything that I had missed for three years. It felt so good to be in his arms again … so right … Dammit! He really wanted me … there was no doubt about it. He had such a hard on for me. And I was so damn wet that my panties were soaked with my juices. My clit throbbed eagerly, reminding me of my starving need for him.
“You should be dammed, Vincent Viper Mahony!” I said quietly. “Why are you doing this to me?”
Frustrated, I bit my lower lip. What should I do? I could not go to sleep like this. Viper had set my whole body on fire and then just left me like this. Miserable bastard! I reminded myself how we had slept together. He had pleasured me with his tongue until I exploded under his skillful caresses. That perfect moment when he pushed his glorious cock into me. Sometimes hard and fast as the whole bed shook. And other times slowly that with each of his thrusts I would beg for more. I closed my eyes and let one hand wander under my shirt and slip the other inside my panties. My fingers shared the moist skin and found my pleasure point. I rubbed it hard and fast. This was exactly what I needed right now. It would not take long for me to climax. Thinking of Viper helped push me over the edge. I climaxed with a quiet moan and my pussy contracted rhythmically. I waited for the waves of my orgasm to subside, while my heart was still beating hard. Then I got up, my legs unsteady and I went back into my room. I exchanged my entirely drenched underwear for a fresh one and slipped under my bla
nket. I was wondering if Viper had taken care of himself too and smiled. I was sure he had done it. He had his pent up sexual energy too and had to get rid of it. Stupid bastard! If he only had not fled … if only he had fucked me. I would be laying in his arms now, listening to the fast beating of his heart. Still thinking of the man I loved, I faded off to sleep.
When my alarm went off the next morning, I immediately remembered the events of the previous night. How could I face Viper? I had thrown myself shamelessly at him. What was he thinking about his caregiver now? He could not know that I was not a stranger to him, that I knew him. Knew him intimately. Would he ask me to pack my things and leave? I was overcome by fear. I would never see him again, what if he sent me away … unless I put all the cards on the table and tell him who I was. If he would send me away, I had nothing to lose anyways and could risk it. But maybe I was over-reacting and he had already forgotten the incident. Well, I would never figure it out unless I got up and faced whatever there was to come.
I got out of bed and looked for my clothes, put on my bathrobe, grabbed my clothes, the still moist panties from yesterday and my toiletry bag, and headed for the bathroom.
The memory of Viper’s kiss came right back to me as I entered the bathroom. I locked the door and stared at the bathtub that Viper sat on yesterday, surrounded by glass. It had hurt me to see Viper like this. He was such a strong and active man. No wonder he was frustrated. I could not imagine what it could be like to suddenly be blind. He had a career … was a champion and now all he could do was hit a punching bag until his knuckles bled. I knew that he had endured injuries in the octagon that were much worse. I had seen him fight. He was like a hurricane when he struck his opponents … and his fans loved him. How he must miss it? To stand in the octagon, to see and hear the roaring of his fans, as his victory was announced. I had been there … had witnessed the spectacle. When Viper entered the arena, it became an atmosphere that was ineffable. I had seen the other fights that came before Viper’s big entrance and the mood was never as grand as it was with Viper. He dominated the crowd. Women loved him as he was the personification of a sex god. Men loved him, because he was a killing machine and because his fights were always extremely bloody and violent. I did not care too much for the brutality, but it was part of the man that I loved. I would give anything to see him fight again because it would mean being what he loved to be. A fighter!
I took of my nightgown and panties and stepped into the shower. Again my mind drifted to memories of Viper making love to me in the shower. I moaned softly. It seemed I found myself thinking about sex with Viper everywhere. Frustrated, I soaped up and ignored the prickling feeling between my legs. After a long rinse I stepped out of the shower and dried off, stuffing my towel together with my clothes, and yesterday’s underwear into the hamper. It was almost full and I decided to do laundry later on. I took my time getting dressed and stepped in front of the mirror, which was fogged up around the edges. My eyes looked unnaturally large and my cheeks were red. I looked like a frustrated woman that was obsessing too much about sex and not getting any. Dammit! But luckily Viper could not see it. I put on some mascara, eyeliner and a soft, pink lip gloss. Then I grabbed my clothes and left the bathroom.
Viper
I knew something was not right when I woke up. I still had my eyes closed because it didn’t make sense to open them anyways as darkness dominated my world. But today something was different ... not as dark as before. My eyes were slightly reacting to light, but just enough to distinguish between day and night. But now I sensed I could feel light, with my eyes closed. I opened them, blinking and squinting. It was bright! My heart was beating wildly. What did that mean? I opened my eyes again. It was blinding and I fought against the urge to close them again. I could only see a blur, but it was undeniable that I could see.
It was like looking at the sun for too long. One was not able to see well, but was able to see something. That’s what it felt like now when I opened my eyes. It took a while until I was able to wrap my mind around it. I was able to see again! The doctor had told me that my sight could come back.
“Damn”, I mumbled and lifted my hands up to my face. I could see my hands! Joy overcame me. I was able to see again, fight again. I did not need help anymore!
I frowned. I no longer needed help. No nurse! The memory of yesterday’s kiss came back. I wanted her so badly … had almost slept with her when the thought of Fay had come between us. Dammit! What would happen now? Her job had become obsolete, but I did not want to lose her. I had no idea how to overcome the thing with Fay, but I was willing to give Fayden and myself a chance. I felt some apprehension wondering what she might look like. Hopefully she was not ugly. She had felt good in my arms and smelled good. She tasted good too. Just the thought of this made my cock perk up. Dammit! I did not have a woman in my bed for too long. A hand job was just not able to replace a wet, hot pussy. It was also not that satisfying to moan alone. I loved how Fay moaned when I caressed her … how she called my name as she climaxed. Dammit! Again! Again this treacherous little bitch had entered into my mind and my heart. It was about time I would put her aside. I should take care of my little nurse and forget Fay.
But she was not to find out that I got my sight back. My vision was not very clear yet anyways. Now that I had gotten used to the light, my eyes did not hurt as much anymore, but everything was still blurry. I was able to identify shapes and colors, but no details. Surely that would come. At least I did not have to stumble around blindly. However, I could disclose it.
I got out of bed, put on fresh boxers and a shirt and went to the door when I heard the shower running. Ah! My little nurse woke up before me. I smiled as I imagined her under the shower. I could not picture her face since I had never seen it, but her figure was a different story. I knew exactly how her breasts felt as she had pressed them against me. She was definitely a size D and her butt was nice and round while her waist felt slender. I was leaning against the door with that image in mind… my clothing under my arms and a hard on in my pants. Dammit! If I would not get her laid soon, my cock would sprain.
You are getting it today, sweetheart, I silently promised.
Once I was sure that she had gone back into her room, I opened my door and slipped into the bathroom. Within seconds I took off my t-shirt and boxers and was in the shower. I put a hand on what was becoming a painful erection and thought of Fayden as I pumped my cock with firm movements until my balls got ready and splashed my stream against the tiles. Not wanting to moan too loud I bit my lip, tasting my blood.
“Fuck!” I mumbled and let water run into my mouth to get rid of the taste of blood. I then soaped up and rinsed off before turning off the water. I stepped out of the shower, reached for the towel and dried myself off. Then I picked up my dirty clothes and opened the hamper. Fayden’s shirt was right on top and I picked it up. She must have rolled her underwear into it, as they fell in front of my feet. I looked at the red lace panties and could not resist the temptation. I carefully picked up the sexy piece and it felt very moist.
“Little slut”, I said with a grin. “You’ve been feeling hot just like me, huh?”
I got turned on knowing that our kiss made her so wet that her juices soaked her panties. I slowly lifted the panties to my nose and inhaled her scent. My cock reacted instantly. It had already been somewhat hard when I picked up her panties, but now it was hard as steel and I groaned with frustration. It could not go on like this. I could not constantly walk around with a boner. I dropped my clothes and put my free hand tightly around the hard shaft.
I jerked myself off again as I held Fayden’s panties to my nose. I felt like a fucking pervert when I spilled my semen on Fayden’s shirt. Well, today I would have to do laundry. There’s no way Fayden could see this. She would think of me as being a complete pervert. And she was damn right about that. What kind of guy masturbates with wet panties under his nose?
“Fuck!“, I cursed under my breath as I let the panties fa
ll into the hamper and closed the lid.
Fay
I heard the door upstairs close, as I was preparing the coffee maker. So, Viper was awake. I was looking forward to our new encounter with a mixture of fear and excitement. I had been thinking so much about the consequences our kiss might have had, I was beginning to feel I was going nuts. I had to get this issue behind me. Viper had gone into the bathroom. I started preparing breakfast but I kept being distracted by every sound from upstairs. My heart started beating rapidly when I finally heard him coming down. I put down the coffee cup with shaking hands, as he entered the kitchen.
“That smells good” he said and I turned around. For a moment I thought I saw surprise in his eyes, but I must have been mistaken as I knew he could not see me at all. I nervously folded my hands in front of my chest.
“I … I did not know, what you would like for breakfast so I thought bacon and eggs couldn’t be wrong since I found both in the fridge.”
“That sounds good and it smells excellent” he said with a voice that was strangely distant. It was obvious that the kiss had been a problem for him. I took a deep breath determined to address the issue right away. It was better than to guess.
“About last night” I started nervously. “I am very sorry, if you now think that …”
“You don’t know what I am thinking” he interrupted me. “It was not your fault … I am the one who has to apologize. It is usual for me to go after every woman that comes my way. I have no idea what came over me. I can’t deny that … I wanted you. I think that … was more than obvious. Let’s forget the incident ever happened and enjoy this fantastic breakfast before it gets cold.”
