by Hart, Romi
Chapter 13
Simeon
“Well, well, well,” Denise says, hugging me hello, at the same bookstore we first met about two years ago where I shockingly and shamelessly proposed. “I thought I’d never see you again, Mister Hollock.”
Almost a year has passed since I last kissed Denise goodbye for my trek into wilderness.
She smiles at and admires my glow and unmistakably happy aura. She also can’t help but admire my suit and hat, looking like, well a billion dollars.
“I told you I’d come back to see you,” I laugh as we kiss hello on the lips, as I will always be entitled to do. That’s just what friends do for each other!
The only difference about our meeting this time is that the bookstore is mostly empty, and no one here actually realizes world-famous author Simeon Hollock is here. Now, I’m just walking around incognito…and mostly forgotten by the masses. The truth is fame comes and goes. Every few years, another “brilliant” writer makes the front page of every paper. I was forgotten right around the time dragons became passé.
“I still can’t believe you pulled the plug on your books,” she says, as we leave the bookstore and start walking down the downtown area. “Right at the peak of their popularity. Your fans really started to riot in the beginning.”
“Well, the story was mostly told. With the last book, I think all the loose ends were taken care of.”
“Still…no more groupies or legions of hot girls to worship you? What a sacrifice you made. In fact, Simeon, you actually did the OPPOSITE of what I told you to do. Stubborn, arrogant prick to the very end.”
“What? How’s that?” I say with a smile.
“You retired from writing and became a total recluse. No one even knows where you live. In fact, I might not have received your ‘anonymous message’ to meet you here, except that I kept my old email account open just for you.”
“You’d better,” I joke back. “Or I’d track you down and stalk you.”
“So why did you leave again and run away and stomp all over my heart yet again?”
“I told you why,” he says with a serious face. “It was to protect you…and to find myself.”
“And did you find yourself in all those mountains of tits?”
He laughs hard. “I dunno Denise…did you find happiness in nailing all those girls at the office, you womanizer, you?”
“Oh yeah right,” she laughs. “Big lesbian orgy at the office. Nah, you’re the only one that has the honor of saying you scored with the CEO in her office.”
“Ah, you finally made CEO.”
“You know it.”
“Not surprised at all…but damned proud.”
“I wish I could say the same,” Denise says. “Why did you disappear? You know the city needs you, and not just because you’re Batman.” She winks.
“I didn’t become a recluse,” I say with a laugh. “I just left the business world. Stopped writing. Decided to spend a little time living and processing all that happened. I actually started a new hobby. Rock-climbing.”
“Rock climbing?”
“It’s very therapeutic. Of course, that and Skype meetings with Doctor Branfield, my long-time therapist, proved very helpful.”
“Hmmm. And are you over her?”
“We never forget,” I say calmly. “But yes, we learn to live and move on. We live our lives and honor our dead loved ones.”
“I’m glad you found what you were looking for.”
“Me too,” I say with a tight smile, gazing into her eyes. “Anyway, I was wondering, Denise, if you wouldn’t mind taking a week off and coming with me.”
She laughs. “You have some gall, coming to me a year later with no contact, and then trying to whisk me away from the most important job of my life!”
“You made CEO, right?”
“Yes I did.”
“So you have the power now. Take a week off. Enjoy your success a little.”
She smiles…thinking over the temptation. “And why should I? Just because you’re horny and lonely after rock-climbing for a year?”
“Don’t knock rock-climbing unless you’ve tried it.”
“Hmmm maybe someday.”
“Maybe this week,” I say looking her in the eye and working my incorrigible charm. “Come on. Your people can handle missing you for a week.”
“Hmmm…and what would we do on this adventure? Especially considering I don’t sleep with guys on the first date, even if it is a weeklong date.”
“Why of course, rock climbing.”
“You want me to rock climb with you?”
“Sure, it’ll be fun. We’ll take a plane there…” He smiles and raises his hands. “No funny business like last time.”
“Hmmmmm…”
“And you’ll see how much fun it is to rock climb all your stress away. And believe me, darling, you look stressed.”
“Really? I look stressed?”
“Yeah something tells me you need a long, hard, rough…”
She raises her eyebrows.
“Rock climb to de-stress.”
“Okay bud, but I am not sleeping with you. You don’t get to show up and expect all these favors.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, my dear. We’re just friends. To the end, remember?”
“Yes we are.”
“So come on then. Come with me.”
She sighs…annoyed at me. Disgusted at the gall I have to act like this billionaire douche who just expects her to do whatever I want whenever I feel the whim.
But then she smiles. And that means a yes!
I had to be a good boy and wait in the car while Denise told her office staff she had an emergency family matter to attend to…and would be gone, “probably a week.” That’s a CEO power trip for you! I waited anxiously for her to return, since I was driving us in my new Ferrari. I was banned from coming into her workplace though, since she didn’t want to become the laughing stock of her company—tough smart female CEO takes a week off work to go see her ex-boyfriend, unthinkable and terribly un-feminist!
Of course that was exactly what was happening but that was beside the point. She came to my car looking fucking gorgeous. She wore a green blouse and black skirt, but also brought along a suitcase worth of extra clothes. I’ve always been amazed at Denise’s ability to simplify, de-girlify, and just come and rough it like a dude. One of the many reasons I madly love this woman…even after all these years.
The nine hour drive seemed to pass quickly, since Denise kept talking about all the office drama and how great her new job was, which of course, I found fascinating. She always was a hard-working, brilliant woman.
But the real highlight of our trip was when I actually got to take Denise rock-climbing at Gibraltar Rock in Santa Barbara, California. Of course, it took a while for her to get adjusted to the sport, but she did enjoy watching me. I got the party started, as I took us up to a safe natural rock formation and explained how I go about climbing carefully. Obviously, I had worked up strength and endurance over a year’s worth of practice, so it wasn’t really a competition. We also relied heavily on climbing equipment and top-roping technique, which is the entry-point sport.
This is the safest form of rock-climbing and usually doesn’t involve fatal falls—which of course, I prefer! The reason being, the rope always catches you, even if you fall, so as long as you are accompanied by an experienced tour guide, which of course I paid for, so as to protect Denise. I will always protect Denise.
I know, of course, that Denise didn’t give a shit about rock-climbing, but she did drive hundreds of miles out of her way just to spend time with me and explain why I love the sport. I’ll never forget her face when she was listening to me ramble on for hours about why I liked it, and why it gave me peace.
“It’s rejuvenating to the soul to get away from the things that haunt you. I didn’t just want to forget…I wanted to get away from the grief, the images, the places that filled my heart with doubt. I wanted to s
pend time in the open air and scream into the expanse. Knowing that no one could hear me but god and the devil. Knowing that I could unleash all of this violent negativity into the air and just leave it there, never looking back.
Of course I loved Sarah. And yes, I was and am eternally grateful to her and how she helped me. I regret so much what happened…but I know…I think…I accept that there was nothing I could do.”
“No, there wasn’t.”
“So there’s really nothing left to do, except to keep living one day at a time.”
“Good philosophy. That’s kind of what I told myself when I was processing all of Mickey’s shit. And yeah, it really does help to get away…leave behind the memories of the past, physically and mentally.”
“There’s just one thing left to do, Miss Cornet.”
“I told you I’m not sleeping with you…and especially not on top of a rock!”
“No, silly! I mean you haven’t…you know…screamed into the sky yet.”
“Scream into the sky?”
“Of course, that’s what unleashes all of your anger. De-stress, remember?”
“Hmmm. You really want me to scream into the sky?”
“Yes, release all of your hostility.”
“I don’t have any hostility.”
“Oh that’s a lie! You know you still have rage for me.”
She laughs. “I have rage for you? I know you have a raging hard on for me, but I’ve never heard of a woman having just plain rage for a man before.”
“Well you do,” I tease back. “So do me this favor and scream to the sky.”
It really didn’t take much prodding. Denise is such a good sport, she’ll try anything once…especially if there’s a guy willing to take her to that edge and back again. She screamed for me, non-sexually of course, but she screamed loud and hard all right. She went to the top of that rock and screamed out to the world, releasing all her pent up angst and regrets about the past.
She looked so beautiful, while making the loudest goddamn noise I’ve ever heard She’s so tiny and yet so capable of ringing the ears of god. She is so amazing.
And sure enough, as I predicted, she loved it. She enjoyed the feeling of letting go and raging against the wind of the wilderness. She liked how it felt to unburden one’s self and leave all that darkness in a place where it belonged—a place we would never visit again.
Towards the evening hours, I direct us to a shared tent where we would sleep under the full moon and the glowing stars. She told me it was beautiful and felt “amazing” to just commune with nature, especially after she spent so many years stuck behind a phone, and an office, and that terrible ceiling that reminds you you’re enslaved to a company, not to your real passions.
I lived up to my promise that I wouldn’t lay a hand on her…but that didn’t stop Denise from seducing me in the middle of the night! Not that I like to share naughty details or anything but now that you mention it, some really kinky shit does come to mind…
“What you doing?” I say, half asleep but definitely feeling my cock getting hard, being stroked by a smiling girl—the prettiest girl in the world!
I feel wobbly and dizzy but as soon as I can see straight I smile at my lover. Usually I take the lead, but this time I’m honored to let her use me in whatever fashion she wants.
“Yes…” I say softly. “Use me. Show how you like it.”
She crawls over to me, naked, beautifully, sublimely naked. “Look at my ass,” Denise says, showing me her panties and butt cheeks, so perfectly shaped. I love the feeling of Denise taking control. Her talking all confident is even more of a turn on.
“Look at my ass, the perfect pillow shape, the jiggle. I want you to tell me you want me.”
“I want you. More than anything.”
“No, you have to beg!”
She smacks her butt cheeks hard and leaves me drooling. “Yes…” I open my mouth and my eyes in surprise. God it feels good, it sounds so good to see her ass spanked.
“Spank it again,” I say.
“Like this?” she says, slapping her own ass for my up close viewing pleasure.
“Yes…I want to watch you…always. Always and…”
Don’t say forever.
She smacks her ass again and smiles down at me, slowly crawling on top of my lap. “Oh God. My pussy’s so wet for you. Now you smack my ass.”
I touch her ass cheeks, feeling the shape of them. God, it feels wonderful. I smack her harder and she rewards me with a breathless smile.
“How does it feel?” I saw, slapping a series of firm spanks as I look on my angel sitting above me.
“Feels like it’s going numb,” she says. “Weird feeling…but I want more.”
“What more do you want?”
“I can’t say…” she smiles shyly.
“Tell me.”
“Then let me guess,” I say, as I gently move her off of me and set her down on the floor. I get into position and lay her on the ground. I get into the perfect angle so I can go down on her…but this time, I put my lips on her butt and kiss a trail downward.
“Mmmm making me crazy,” she mutters in a heated breath. “Worship my ass.”
“Yes…” I mumble, still stuffing my face with Denise’s red, stinging butt.
She shuts her face in quiet surrender. No, this time it’s not surrender. This time, I can sense, she just wants the pleasure.
I push her to the side and then onto her tummy. She shoots her ass up in the air and then reaches her arm out eager to grab me for a closer look.
I put my face closer to her ass and let Denise guide me into her ass cleavage
“You like that, honey?” she says as I stuff my face into her crack.
“Yes…” I whisper. “Let me lick you.”
“What?”
I began licking the inside of her buttcheeks, grazing her bleached asshole and flirting with the one taboo she thought she had. Her body shudders as she realizes she’s enjoying it a little too much. She giggles and is caught off guard as I push my tongue into her ass and give her what she was afraid to ask for.
But with Denise I have no limits. Whatever she craves is my mission in life.
“Uhhhh…” She sighs, not sure if my squiggling tongue exploring the outer crevices of her butt is a turn on or a turn off.
But the longer I keep licking and teasing, the more waves of pleasure it sends. Her ass begins vibrating and very gently bouncing all over my face.
She reaches back with both hands, grabbing me by the hair and inserting my tongue in her ass, deeper, losing all control over her inhibitions. We’re both a slave to the moment.
“Take me,” she whispers, not quite sure of herself, but ready to take a chance. “Take my ass…I want you to have everything.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, my love...Lover boy,” she says quickly, as if correcting a mistake.
She sighs and remains stomach first as I crawl into position. I pull down my shorts and bring out my hard cock, always ready to serve my fair lady.
My hard cock rubs against her asscheeks as she starts breathing faster and shorter puffs. I feel an animalistic rage develop in me, especially when I hear her moan, as my big cock barely penetrated her shy hole.
I feel her body heat as I continue pushing my cock head deeper inside. I rub the head all over her asshole, barely grazing her interiors. The filth of it all is turning her on and she begins pounding the ground lightly with every gentle push.
I spread her asscheeks apart and slide my cock in between her curvy mounds, barely enduring the passion and already feeling warm from an orgasmic high.
I grunt again, as she opens her legs apart giving me plenty of room to mount her. I began licking nice and juicy, preparing her ass for the fuck she always feared…but am now ready to take.
Her enthusiasm only fuels my desire. I grab her hands and hold them behind her back, perfect position for a harder, more intense anal entry.
She whimpers as
I start to penetrate her wet and slippery ass, taking it nice and slow. She hollers to the ground, no need to be quiet this time since we’re out in the wilderness. My lover shifts back to meet me and pushes my cock into her ass deeper, a little more than I anticipated, but she was ready.
I dug myself in deeper feeling her interior bouncing against my pelvis as I entered her deepest regions. She cried out in passion, shifting forward, giving my cock a strong squeeze.
“Do it, fuck me!”
I slam into her ass and grab her shoulders, hanging on for dear life as she wiggles back and forth and I keep thrusting forward, creating an intense suction effect.
I feel a chill go down my spine, as I realize I am deep inside my girl, in the most forbidden place, and there’s nothing she would ever hold back from me. No fantasy she wouldn’t fulfill. My cock is throbbing.
Her excitable, melodious voice tickles my ears. She takes in all inches of my dick, and all my mental stuff, and all my sin and vice, and volatile emotion.
And surprisingly, all I have left inside of me was only love. The anger, the suppression and guilt fucked away and left back where it should—back where it would never hurt anyone again.
The complete submission of her body to me only turns her on more. She keeps trying to be the dominant one but she always encourages me to turn the tables and fuck her properly. God, her voice, her moans of pleasure, they make me glow and tingle inside. I stuff her ass full of my manhood until she screams for me to stop being so gentle.
“Come on! Fuck me. I want the real you! I’m not afraid anymore…I love what you do to me.”
I hold her wrists firmly down to the ground and pound her hard, as she spreads her legs wider. She welcomes me, taunts me, screams for me to take her with all my might, welcoming the hardest fuck I could ever give.
I don’t just hold her hands down, but squeeze my fingers over hers, holding her down firmly, making it nearly impossible for her to move. She squirms around as I make sure both arms are tightly bound and ready for a colossal pounding.
