Held Down

by Pamela Prim

  I unloaded my bag and sat down on the comfortable bed. After a really long trip and the fiasco with the car, I wanted to take a long shower and simply unwind the stress. I had a lot of expectations from the vacation and with Dad not going to join for a few days; I decided how to make the most of it.

  As there was no one in the farmhouse, I undressed in the room itself and then headed for the shower. I really wanted a long hot shower which could make me get the zing of energy which would enliven my spirits.

  As I slid in the bath tub and was scrubbing my body, I could feel something breaking in the corridor. I wondered who it was because Dad had told that John wouldn’t be back until 10 in the night. It was close to 7 pm and I thought he might have come in early. I decided to come out of the shower and greet him; after all, I was staying at his house.

  As I got dressed, I heard another sound and it didn’t quite look like it would be John. Somehow, my inner senses told me otherwise. I slowly tiptoed outside the room and tried to steal a look. To my surprise, there was no one in the corridor, but I was dead sure that I had heard a voice.

  I looked around, but there was no one. I went to the lawn to see if anyone was there. When I found no one there, I thought I might have been mistaken. I went inside and sat on my bed, curling my hair. Miami was perhaps one of the most beautiful places in America and I lied down on my bed, simply existing at the moment.

  I hadn’t realized how tired I was as I fell asleep. When I woke up, I could feel the presence of someone in the home. The windows in my room were all securely locked while I remembered having left them open. As I looked around in the room, I saw that the drawers have been rummaged too. I got tensed because it definitely looked like someone had broken in the home. I was scared and I wondered where John was.

  I didn’t have his number and my only point of contact was Dad. I debated whether or not to call him. I opened the door and pepped outside. There was still no trace of anyone, but the floor clearly showed a footprint which meant that someone had been loitering around the home.

  I prayed to God that it was either John or some of his relative who had been staying here, but I couldn’t help but feel unsafe and scared. I was looking for help when I suddenly heard a shrill voice say, “Hello, sexy lady.”

  I froze because there was shrillness in the sound which made it creepy. As I turned back, I saw an old guy who had a receding hairline and he looked like a pervert. He had a shabby face and his teeth were discolored. He was wearing tattered clothes and his shoes had dirt marks on it. There was no way he could be John’s relative as he looked like a psycho and a lunatic out loose.

  “Who are you?” I asked.

  He didn’t say anything but simply laughed and came closer. I pushed myself backward and found myself hitting the wall.

  “Where will you go, sexy legs? I love breaking into houses that have a hot woman, it looks like a reward for me. Let us sneak into the bed, you looked hot when you were sleeping. If I weren’t so goddamn hungry that time, I would have seen your big breasts that time, but, it isn’t too late even now, is it?

  I was terribly scared and I knew in deep shit too. I prayed to God to send in an angel; who could help me out.

  Chapter 3: The True Knight In Shining Armor

  I tried to run away but to no avail. I tried to throw something at him, but he was too quick for me. As I ran down the stairs towards the door and bumped into someone, I got, even more, scared and thought how I would dodge two people together. I cried for help, but the stranger tried to comfort me.

  “Hey! What happened? I am the sheriff in town.”

  I gave a sigh of relief and quickly hugged him and clutched on to him. He was huge, strong and extremely sexy. I sobbed and begged him to help me out. He asked me not to worry and then moved forward to handle the man.

  In less than two minutes, he had the psycho pinned to the ground and he punched some number on his cell. He handcuffed the man and then asked me to sit down. My officers will be coming to take him to the police station. I am sorry you had this issue.

  As I finally settled down, I took the liberty to look at the man who was standing ahead of me.

  He had pale blue eyes and he was wearing a white oxford shirt with his sleeves rolled above. He was 6 feet 3 inches tall and probably looked like a hotshot model.

  “Are you John?” I asked even though I already knew the answer.

  He nodded and asked if I was Marsha even though he too knew the answer.

  Even before I could stop myself, I ended up saying, “you’re hot and sexy” and he smiled.

  “Marsha, you’re really hot too. A lot hotter than what you should be. It is practically a crime to be so hot.”

  I blushed at the compliment and realized that the chemistry between us was tantalizing. I didn’t really care that John was almost the age of my Dad because sometimes you can’t help but fall for people. I had never slept with anyone and the prospect of sharing a bed with one of the hottest men I had ever seen was definitely very tempting.

  I realized I was still wearing my towel and just to seduce him, I pushed it higher a little and exposed my legs. I saw the way his eyes dilated and I enjoyed the way he hungrily looked at me. We had a long night ahead and I was more than excited to finally lose my virginity.

  I really didn’t know much what to expect, but there was a crackling chemistry in the air. I could see John feeling the heat too and I wanted to let him know how much I had been looking forward to it.

  John exuded a raw sexiness which made him look dangerously appealing. He looked to be the kind of person who would know his way around a woman’s body. Of course, I had to be sure that he wasn’t seeing someone already. I prayed that he was single because my body really ached to be touched by him.

  “John, are you seeing someone?” I blurted without thinking how awkward that question sounded.

  He gave me a slow sexy laugh as his lips curved at the corners and then simply said, “Why does that bother you?”

  “Uhm, actually I was wondering... I mean, we of course have... I” I started stammering because John was looking at me with his blue eyes and it had turned me on in a way that I became incoherent.

  Before I could compose myself and come up with a response, John closed the gap between us and slowly kissed me. The moment our lips touched, I could feel a strong wave of lust growing inside me. I wanted to curl my long fingers in his wavy hair and take him to the bed and unravel every inch of his perfect body. I wanted John inside me and I wished to scream his name so loudly that every bone of my body would remember him for times to come.

  John could obviously understand my body’s reaction and so without wasting another moment, he scooped me in his big arms and started climbing the stairs to take me to his bedroom. The night had just begun and the good times were finally here.

  Chapter 4: The Night To Remember

  John looked like he was going to help me make the most of my time. He was in no hurry and neither was I. He hauled me up the stairs and he rested one of his hands on my ass and kept cuddling it slowly. The movement of his hand over my ass was seducing as I wasn’t wearing underneath the towel. When he saw me whimpering just because of his hand movement, he took the liberty to push his hands underneath the towel and found me naked.

  “Jesus, you aren’t wearing a thong or underwear?”

  I gave him a sheepish smile and said, “I had just taken a hot shower when I found that creepy guy. I had actually fallen asleep.”

  “You are one hell of a woman Marsha and tonight I am going to make you scream my name so hard.”

  “Are you hard too?” I joked and he gave me a cunning smile which proved that he was. I reveled in the knowledge that I could turn him on and I clutched him tightly and kissed him on his neck.

  When he finally reached his room, he gently put me on the bed and then quickly removed the towel. As I was wearing nothing underneath, John took his time to look at my perfect body. I had no apprehensions in lying down naked. I tugg
ed at my tee, signaling how much I wanted to get rid of it too and John seemed to get the hint.

  He came closer to me and whispered in my ears, “I am going to strip you down to nothing. Are you ready for this sizzling hot night with me? Tell me that you want me.”

  I wanted to tease him too and so I looked a little apprehensive and gave him the kind of look which gestured that I was still thinking of it. He tugged my earlobe mad I couldn’t help but giggle. “Yes, John. Goddamn yes, I want you inside me.”

  He brought me closer and with the flick of his fine hands, he tossed away me tee in one single movement. I was wearing a red bra underneath it and John gave a growl as he could see my nipples strained under the bra. As I tried to free myself of it, he held my hands and said, “No, you won’t remove it. I want to slip you free of this sexy red piece but before that let me see your nipples dance.”

  With this, he planted a kiss on the nipples and tugged the tip with his teeth. The pleasure was so erotic that I could feel my toes curling and I was almost sure that I had got wet already. He obviously enjoyed the reaction I was having and so he started massaging them gently with his fingers. The pressure which was built was enormous and I started gasping for breath.

  When he felt like he had teased me enough, he unclasped my bra and let it fall off. My round breasts were exposed and the nipples had become hard, yet they were red as if resembling the blossoming flowers. I was wearing absolutely nothing and somehow I enjoyed the sight.

  “John, I want to tell you something before we do it,” I said because I wanted him to know.

  John gave a puzzled look and I knew that he was wondering what on earth I was about to share. I took some time before letting him know that I was a virgin.

  “Marsha, are you sure you want to do this?”

  “Yes, I have never been so sure before.”

  “Why are you a virgin so far now?”

  “Maybe, I didn’t find someone as hot as you.”

  “Reasons enough.”

  He wasted no time in jumping on the bed and rolled me over him. He placed me in such way that my breasts were pressing his chest. He was still wearing his clothes and somehow his buckle was pressing on my tummy but rather than feeling uncomfortable, it felt good to be pinned so close to him.

  “Why are you still not naked?”

  “Because I want you to undress me, just the way I did.”

  John was naughty and badass and definitely worthy of being my first time in bed.

  I decided to show him some game too and then proceeded to unbutton him. As I unbuttoned his shirt, I let out my tongue to kiss him on his chest. I then kissed him fervently all over and I could see John enjoying the sensation of my lips on his bare chest.

  When I proceeded to his pants, I spent my time caressing him. I kept pressing him and when I found him hard as rock, I couldn’t help but feel great about myself. I poked my finger and massaged him slightly so as to arouse him. After I had played a little, I unzipped his pant and put my hands inside his underwear. He screamed in delight and I could feel how his nerve endings were on fire. Even with his pants on, I lowered my mouth and kissed him by putting my mouth inside the hole from his zipper. John loved the excitement and then he rocked his ass up so that I could take in a deeper taste of him.

  We were both feeling the pull and so, I quickly threw his pants away and he undid his boxers. In less than a minute, we were both sprawled on the bed wearing absolutely nothing but clinging to each other.

  “Marsha, let me show you some moves. This is your first time so let us make it worth it.” He smiled and I couldn’t wait to see what was up his sleeve.

  He made me lie on the bed and pushed both my legs apart. When there was ample gap between my thighs, he positioned himself there and then with his smooth tongue; he kissed the insides of my leg. He pressed a kiss to my thighs and then let his tongue travel all the way upwards. Once he found my wet swollen spot, he pushed his finger inside them and started making circles.

  It was too much and too less at the same time. “John, get inside. I can’t take it. Holy god, this is so good. You’re so bad ass.”

  I had no clue what I was saying, but the pressure was killing me. I kept moving up and down, but John didn’t stop. He pressed his fingers further inside and kept rolling them as if seeking pleasure from it. When I thought that it couldn’t get any better, he pushed a little higher and then with another hand got me to sit up.

  I thought that the positioning would be a little awkward but John subtly balanced me on his lap and he kept fingering me inside. It was one of the most erotic pleasures in my life. As I was cradled in his lap, I kept kissing John fervently because I felt like I was slipping my control. I was extremely wet and I swore I could feel my orgasm coming, but John whispered, “Not so quickly.” He suddenly stopped midway and this further exploded the tension inside me.

  He didn’t withdraw his fingers but let it stay inside me. I looked at him and then without warning, he moved them again and I almost came. He played this game for some time and then pushed me on the bed and climbed over me.

  This time, there were no more fingers involved as he wanted to get inside me. I had waited for this moment all my life and I couldn’t wait any longer.

  “Are you ready, Marsha?”

  I nodded, but he wanted to hear me say it. So I said yes.

  He pushed aside my hair and made sure that I was comfortable even with him lying over me. He adjusted his body weight in a manner that he didn’t push me too hard and then slowly he penetrated me. The moment he entered inside me, I screamed his name and I dug my nails on his chest. He looked in my eyes and kissed them. It was one of the most tender gestures and I felt mushy inside.

  He didn’t push himself entirely inside but barely pushed in. Once there, he let his fingers fondle my breasts.

  “How do you feel, Marsha?”

  “Perfect but deeper, John. Push deeper.”

  “Of course darling, I will but just not yet.”

  He said and then withdrew himself. My body ached for him and I found arching my hips as if begging him to come in. He obviously loved the way my body reacted to it and so quickly pushed himself again. This time, the movement was even swifter and harder than before. He then slowly started penetrating further inside and when he reached my inner core, I screamed. We were connected and I could feel the energy build inside. He started moving up and down and my breath came in smaller gasps. I felt the coming of an orgasm, but he urged me to hold it longer.

  “The rush and anticipation before an orgasm are as pleasing as when it rocks your body. Hold it Marsha. I want you to hold it for as long as you can.” He then gobbled whole of my breast and started licking it furiously. I couldn’t take anymore and my orgasm climaxed through my body, I felt like I no longer belonged to Earth as the pleasure was euphoric and exceptional. If this is what giving away virginity felt like, I wanted to experience it a million times, over and over again.

  He looked at me and knew that I had one of the most fabulous of all experiences ever. He grinned because he knew he had delivered his promise of giving me an orgasm I would never forget and then he rolled on the bed and quickly had me over him.

  “Now, commander, play the officer to this sheriff. This body is yours. Do whatever you want” he said and then surrendered his Greek body to me. I had some really dirty plans and I gave him a wicked naughty smile.

  We spent the rest of the night touching, kissing and cuddling. It was one of the finest times in my whole life and I was immensely blessed to have John by my side. I kept on kissing him and he was more than happy to nuzzle close and show me exactly how he worshiped my body.

  Life looked beautiful, again.

  Chapter 5: The Brewing Of The Storm

  I woke up next morning to an empty bed. My body was still glowing from all the sex we had. I wasn’t wearing anything and yet it felt good. I still had a smile on my lips and as I rolled on the other side of the bed, I saw a plate of cookies and a glass o
f orange juice on the side table. There was a small note that read, “Call of duty. Take care, Marsha. Will be back in the evening. Enjoy Miami.”

  I read the note and felt mushy again. The decision to take a vacation here had been the right call because sometimes there are a few places which are really capable of healing you. I had started feeling the right changes.

  John he was almost twice my age being my father’s friend. I knew that our relationship might not be a very good example, but he was a man who made me feel a lot of things. Ever since the way my life had gone down the drain, I had emptiness inside me. However, last night had been spectacular. My body was practically glowing with the kind of sex I had. Even though, I had spent the whole night experiencing multiple orgasms, I wanted to have another round all over again.