by BJ Wane
"I like this spot." Nate filled their glasses, glancing out the west facing, wide, three-sided window that gave a panoramic view of her well-tended lawn. Four fire bushes, the ends of the green leaves already a burnished red, separated the patio from the grass and added color to the grass green backdrop.
"I sit here a lot in the evenings because the sun feels so good, especially if I've come in from a cold afternoon. Would you like more?"
Nate sipped his wine as he contemplated the way she was fiddling with her fork even though her plate was empty. She was nervous, more nervous than she had ever been in his company, and he couldn't blame her. Unlike their previous encounters, she knew what was coming, just not how or when. A little unease was fine, but he didn't want her so worried she might be too tense to get off.
"No, thank you. Eve…"
"I have dessert." Flustered, Eve stood, picking up their plates. "Coconut cream pie. Would you like some?"
Instead of being eager to get to the main reason he was here, she was procrastinating and that just wouldn't do. Nate put an end to both her stalling tactics and worrying. "I love pie and coconut cream is my favorite. I'll have a piece after you remove your top and bra."
The casual directive almost caused Eve to drop the plates. Her body responded as usual, heating up with aroused awareness, and she really wanted to do this, so why was she standing here gaping at him? "Um, here, now?"
"Here and now, or were you not listening to the terms of this affair. I distinctly remember telling you when, where and how I want. Have you changed your mind already, Eve?"
"No!" His silence allowed her time to get her panic under control and shove aside past disappointments. Vowing to get as much as possible out of his offer, she set the plates back down then grabbed the hem of her sweater.
Chapter Six
Nate watched Eve move self-consciously around her kitchen, rinsing the dinner plates and cutting the pie before returning to the table. She moved with the ease of familiarity and impressed him once again with how independent and accomplished she was. This was the first time he had seen her breasts, and they looked just as he imagined they would from feeling them. Small and firm, they still swayed when she moved, the nickel size, pale pink nipples beaded into tight pin points. By the time she was setting a small plate with a large piece of creamy pie in front of him, her face was flushed and her eyes glazed with aroused awareness.
"You like being naked." Turning sideways, he grabbed her hand and tugged her onto his lap, noting the crimson blush stealing over her cheeks. He liked that she didn't deny his astute observation.
"Since I live alone I often go around partially clothed, but I've never done it in front of someone. It's a different feeling," she admitted, the low hum of her arousal rising a notch when his hard thighs shifted under her, his even harder erection poking her butt.
Reaching up, Nate cupped her right breast, the soft fullness a nice handful, the erect nipple jabbing his palm as he kneaded her creamy flesh. "Makes you more aware of your body as you wonder what the other person thinks. I love your breasts, Eve. They're the perfect size for my hand, so soft here," he squeezed her plump roundness, "and so hard and responsive here." He rolled her nipple between two fingers then gave a taut pull on the small bud until a low moan escaped her lips. When he released her, she shifted, seeking more. "Do you tend your own lawn?" he asked her before dipping his head and drawing her nipple into his mouth and suckling with strong pulls, his intention to keep her off guard, unable to think.
"Yes, no, I mean Carl and Mark helped me pick out shrubs and flowers and where to put them. Ow!" Eve reached up to rub her nipple to ease the pain from his surprised sharp bite, a pain that sent needles of pleasure straight down to her pussy, but he stopped her with one word.
"No." Chuckling, he scooped up some of the sweet whipped topping off the pie. "Here, this'll take the sting away."
Eve gasped when she felt him coat her nipple and a good portion of her breast with the cool, creamy pie then couldn't suppress another moan when his lips closed around her tip and he licked it off. "Oh, God," she muttered as he feasted off her breast with his mouth and tongue, licking and sucking at her entire breast as if it were the tastiest of desserts. Wet heat pooled between her legs and her entire body grew warm from arousal. The setting sun shining through the windows and across her torso added even more warmth until she felt as if she was burning up from the inside out. The sharp nip of his teeth on her nipple had her gasping and tightening her legs to ease the pulsing ache growing there.
"As much as I relish being likened to a higher deity, sugar, you can just call me Nate," he teased, scooping up more pie while nibbling on the sensitive curve between her shoulder and neck. After covering her entire left breast with the sweet, creamy concoction, he dipped his head and took slow licks. By the time he got to her nipple, she was restless, shifting on his lap, her soft round ass making his cock beg for release.
"I'll try to remember that."
Her soft, breathless voice filled his head as he moved over to her left nipple. From her low moan, he knew the air felt cool against the tingling he left behind. "Want to go to my bedroom?"
Nate didn't reply until he finished tormenting her breast and had every speck of white cream removed and both nipples berry red. "No, right here will do just fine. Stand up and get out of those pants."
Eve stood, slipping both the capris and her panties down her legs and over her bare feet, kicking them aside as she waited with an anxious look for his next directive. The quickness and ease with which she obeyed told him she was discovering once again how much easier and more pleasurable sex could be when she didn't have to think about anything, do anything except what he said.
Taking her hands, he placed them behind his shoulders on the back of the chair. "Keep your hands there and spread your legs."
Nate's denim clad legs widened between hers, spreading her and forcing her to lean even further over him until she felt the softness of his hair with her chin and his warm breath on her nipples. When those decadently sinful hands cupped her buttocks, Eve shivered in pleasure. When a hard swat landed on her right buttock, a moan followed the pleasurable pain. Then he slapped her left cheek while rubbing the painful spot on her right, the dual sensations wringing a cry out of her and coming close to buckling her knees. "Nate." He again slapped the right and rubbed the left. "I don't think I can stay in this position too long. It's…" she gasped when the next slap landed harder, the flesh meeting flesh sounding loud in her otherwise quiet house.
"Yes you can. From what I've seen, you can do anything you put your mind to."
Eve knew that wasn't true, but as he drew a dangling nipple into his mouth while keeping up his slap/rub barrage on her ass, she let the underserved praise slide. She relished the warmth building across her cheeks as he curled his tongue around her pebbled tip before drawing as much of her soft roundness into his mouth as he could and how the heat fed her arousal.
Arching her head back sent the soft ends of her hair sliding back and forth across her shoulders as she bit her lip against the deluge of sensations rushing through her. Her buttocks felt hot and puffy, the pain/pleasure of his rhythmic slap/rub on her flesh spread to her pussy, leaving her sheath aching for release. Added to the torment he was heaping upon her buttocks was the torment he was continuing on her nipples. Alternating between suckling, nipping and licking her tender buds, moving back and forth between the two, he had both tips throbbing in tune with her empty pussy.
"Nate, please," she whimpered desperately. She now realized the small, titillating slap he gave her the night at the Hampton had been a mere taste of the sweetest torment she had ever experienced.
Nate released her nipple with a plop, caressing both hot cheeks as he looked up and saw her green eyes drenched in desperate need. "Please what? What do you want?"
Eve scowled down at him, wishing she could see his face. "I want to come, as you damn well have to know." A sharp blow in the middle of her ass prec
eded his cool reply.
"Demands will get you nowhere."
"Yours get you whatever you want." She knew she was pushing him, but she wanted to feel him filling her again in the worst way.
Nate smiled up at her even though it was lost on her. Her frustrated bursts of temper delighted him. They told him she was right where he wanted her. "That's right, they do." Undoing his jeans, he took care lowering his zipper over his raging hard-on, breathing a sigh of relief as his cock sprang free. Reaching up, he took her right hand and wrapped it around him. "Make me happy and I'll see what I can do to help you along."
He was as big as she remembered, both wide and long, and Eve enjoyed the silken feel of him in her hand. She took a slow caress up and down his rigid length as his hands kneaded her throbbing cheeks. "Ooooh," she groaned when the tight squeezes emphasized the soreness in both buttocks and had her pussy weeping.
She was coasting her palm over his soft, mushroom cap, feeling the telltale moisture seeping from his slit, when he ran one finger between her cheeks and over her anus. Shock from both the instantaneous pleasure and his touch on such a taboo area rendered her unaware of tightening around his dick. She yelped from another sharp smack and loosened her grip. "Sorry," she muttered, mortified.
"That's okay. I'm glad you're on edge, but be careful or you'll end our fun prematurely. I take it this little treasure's never been breached?" Nate rubbed the puckered orifice again, just enough to get a small reaction from her.
"No, no one's ever… I mean I've never had any interest in… Oh!" The simultaneous thrust of two fingers into her pussy with just enough pressure against her anus to allow his finger to slip past the tight barrier was enough to start the contractions of the orgasm that had been hovering ever since he spread coconut cream pie on her breasts and licked it off. When he dipped his head and sucked on a tender nipple, she was forced to release his cock and grab hold of the chair again to keep her balance against the onslaught of sensations now bombarding her from all of her pleasure points.
Rocking her pelvis against his marauding hand, Eve basked in the heightened sensations sweeping through her again, that same awesome, out of body experience she remembered from their one night together, confirming it had all been real. A whimper of need and frustration slipped out when his thrust went deep and he withdrew with the lightest of touches over her clit before thrusting back inside of her. When he found that special spot only he had ever located, his tormenting turned her whimpers into escalated cries. With his mouth on her dangling breasts, one finger making shallow dips in and out of her ass and his other hand pumping her sheath with strategic, well-aimed thrusts, it took just seconds after he rooted out her clit and milked that swollen, aching nub for her to explode in bright, rainbow colored ecstasy.
Lost in the throes of mind numbing pleasure, she didn't notice when his hand left her ass and fumbled with a condom until he withdrew his fingers from her still spasming sheath, grabbed her hips and lowered her onto his thick, upstanding erection. One deep thrust and she was splintering apart, another climax exploding before the previous one had ebbed. Bright lights of pleasure colored her dark world again as she rode him with fast, hard up and down movements of her body.
Slick, wet heat enveloped him when Nate lowered her onto his shaft, her contractions closing around him and pulling his release up from his balls within a few seconds. She took over the moves, bouncing on his dick as if she couldn't get him deep enough, fast enough to suit her needs. Her climax washed over him, her spasms gripping him until he had no choice but to let go.
"Are you free next Saturday afternoon?" Nate asked, watching Eve pull up her pants, her bare breasts jiggling with her efforts. She seemed completely unaware of the enticing picture she made, but the sight of those small, plump mounds swaying, her nipples now soft and pouty, made his mouth water for another taste and his cock twitch with renewed interest. Standing, he adjusted himself, scowling because she was mulling over his question before answering. He wasn't used to women having to think before accepting an invitation from him.
"I don't have anything planned," Eve answered as she located her bra.
Biting back a sarcastic retort at the delayed response, he waited until she had her bra back on then picked up her hand and headed towards the door. "You do now. I'll pick you up at noon."
"For?"
"For a surprise. We'll have lunch first." He had an idea of what he wanted to do with her next week, but he had to run it by Fin first. "You'll like O'Dell's. A friend of mine owns it. It's casual, so wear jeans."
"Nate." Eve tugged her hand from his as they reached her front door. She was glad he was leaving right after the sex. Her response had been off the charts, a complete takeover of her senses and left her reeling from the impact once again. Feeling off balance, some space right now was more than welcome. "New places are difficult for me to maneuver. Are you sure you want to take me somewhere public?"
"Are you suggesting I'll be put off by your handicap in front of others?" he asked her, pissed off she would even think such a thing.
"Maybe not put off, but I take some getting used to. I'm sorry, but these are things I have to consider."
He saw her curl her toes, a sign she was unsure of herself. He liked keeping her on edge when it came to sex, but not for a simple lunch date. "I think I'm smart enough to know I need to guide you to a table, read the menu to you and advise you of the food placement on your plate, depending on what you order. Anything else, just tell me. You'd do better anticipating what I have in mind for you after lunch than worrying about problems that aren't there yet."
Talk about stubborn. "Fine. I'll be ready next Saturday at noon. Thank you for tonight." Giving him a cheeky grin, she added, "I had a really good time."
"Think about that and nothing else this week. Good night, sugar." After a swift, hard kiss, he let himself out.
Eve listened to the sound of his car starting then driving off before closing the front door. Her body still humming with pleasure, she returned to the kitchen to clean up and wonder what he had planned for next weekend. Her butt still felt warm and sore, a reminder of how his hard hand felt on her tender flesh. The chair sex had been awesome, something altogether new for her, as pathetic as that sounded for a thirty-year old to admit, and made her look forward to next weekend despite her reservations about Nate taking her out of her comfort zone.
Not that she didn't go out; it was the deep concentration needed to move around in unfamiliar surroundings she worried he would lose patience with that made her reluctant to take this next step. Before meeting Carl and Mark, there was only Holly and her parents to take her to new places she wasn't comfortable with. Despite getting naked together, she didn't know Nate that well and could only hope he enjoyed whatever he had planned enough to want to continue seeing her even if he found himself uncomfortable dealing with her limitations in new places. As for her, she was thinking she'd like anything he comes up with to entertain her with sex.
***
Nate pounded the pavement as he picked up his speed, going from a slow lope to a fast jog along the park's walking path. The city park across the street from his high-rise apartment building boasted two miles of tree lined walking/jogging paths and he tried to make time every morning to do two laps. Running had always been his favorite form of adrenaline pumping exercise, but that was before he had sex with Eve. Now, fucking Eve topped running in pumping him up and leaving him breathless and sated. The first thing he did after leaving her place last Monday was call Fin and set up this afternoon. Thankfully, the weather was holding and it should be warm enough today to make skydiving doable and Fin was more than happy to take them up in his Cessna. As a sidekick, Fin often took amateur skydivers up, enlisting either Nate or Wes to soar tandem with the newbies. Dec, being the wimp he was, was afraid of heights and would no more go up in a small plane and parachute out than he'd go to work for his father's law firm to represent rich, often guilty clients.
Wiping the sweat from h
is brow with his cloth banded wrist, Nate slowed his pace for a cool down, making a U-turn and heading back toward the exit. Entering his thirtieth floor penthouse apartment, he couldn't help but compare the plush but sterile opulence with the colorful, homey look of Eve's condo. Dark hardwood floors shone throughout, a pricey set of leather furniture dominated the center of the great room, the sleek, mahogany bar in one corner screamed bachelor pad and a wall of windows that looked out over a stunning city view that now paled in comparison to the view of Eve's landscaped back yard. Somehow, he didn't think Eve would be impressed with his home any more than she had been with his car. It was refreshing to know it was he who drew her attention and not the benefits of his wealth and name.
Stripping out of his sweat shorts and tee shirt on his way to the shower, Nate thought of the small bullet vibrator and pulsating nipple clamps he'd picked up for Eve. More with Eve than any other woman, sex would be all about enhancing her sense of touch, making up in part for her lack of sight. Adding in a challenging, exciting activity would be icing on the cake and just imagining her response when he brought her to orgasm as they were falling at a speed nearing one hundred and twenty miles an hour had his cock hardening and aching for release.
Standing under three shower heads, he let the hot water pelt him from all angles, trying and failing to ignore his demanding appendage. It wasn't often he felt the need or the urge to masturbate since all he had to do when he wanted sex was call up any one of numerous women he knew would be more than willing to have him in their bed. But lately he hadn't wanted anyone except Eve. He didn't know if it was the challenge she presented, her delectable, petite, responsive body or a matter of just wanting to give her what she was craving. He wasn't one for acting altruistic, preferring to take the easy way and write a check to a cause he deemed worthy, but no amount of money could give Eve what she needed. As he gave in to the inevitable and wrapped his hand around his jutting erection, he decided it was a combination of all three things that kept drawing him back to Eve with a single minded determination he had never given another woman.
