Innocent Desires

by Abie

  He looked at me and gave a wink. "Both. I own a restaurant in Boulder and yes, that's where I live. My day job is at the university. I'm a professor of astronomy. I get paid well enough but my dad started the restaurant. When he passed away, I inherited it. My wife did most of the business end of it...the books, the advertising and such. My head chef does all the food and liquor ordering and the maitre de does the hiring and firing. All I really do is go there every now and then...for quality control purposes." I laughed at that. "I don't think I have ever had dinner with a professor of astronomy before," I said, "and I'm not really sure what an astronomer does."

  Kurt smiled at that one. "There's times I wonder myself. But for now, we're on vacation. No shop talk." In a while, the gorgeous young woman returned with another cart, bearing the chateaubriand and the trimmings. She expertly prepared the plates and served them. Then she topped up the wine glasses and with a friendly smile said, "I ran away to this island to escape the big city life I had in New York. Maybe it's time for me to consider another run."

  Kurt just took out his wallet and handed her a card. "If and when you are serious, give me a call. I meant what I said about a job." She thanked him, and said, "Please enjoy your meals," and walked away. Kurt didn't look this time. Instead he said, "After listening to my dad about the restaurant business and having it for the past eight years, I know an employee asset when I see one. It's true that sex sells, but only for so long if it's incompetent. A beautiful young server who really knows the job would bring in a lot of customers. It's all a matter of cash flow."

  The dinner was wonderful, the filet done to perfection, the potatoes and vegetables also perfect. I gave Kurt a conspiratorial smile. "Maybe you should give your card to the chef as well." "Not a chance," he said, "chefs are mercurial and the ones I've got are good. Any hint that I'm looking at hiring another and they all disappear. Running a single family owned restaurant is like herding cats. Best to let the cats think that they are in charge."

  We made it through most of the meal before feeling pleasantly full. The wine was truly incredible. I was a bit sorry when Kurt poured the last of it into our glasses. "Don't worry," he said, noting my expression. "I have four cases of this at home. My dad didn't know squat about the good stuff but the head chef certainly does." Now I understood the 'old friend' comment.

  The young woman appeared to clear the table. Knowing enough to let us take our time, she didn't offer anything else, but left us to ourselves. Kurt looked at me and smiled. "Kathy, besides my wife, you are the only woman I have ever been with, sexually I mean. I have never asked another woman to sleep with me. I'm not going to ask you about your past but I suspect it has been more.....varied than mine. All I really know is that you have brought me farther back to the land of the living than nine months of professional help. Without any disrespect, when my friend suggested that I needed to....get laid, I had no idea he was so right. I really don't know how to put it any other way. When I said I wanted to go home, I was being honest. Now, I would be happy to stay another month. I had forgotten just how good it felt to have an orgasm that involved someone other than myself."

  Now it was my turn to get a bit misty eyed. "Kurt, it would be an honour and a pleasure to sleep with you tonight."

  After an appropriate interval, the young woman appeared with a dessert menu and the list of after dinner drinks. Kurt looked at me again. "Do you like chocolate?"

  I nodded 'yes' and smiled. "Okay," he said to the young lady. "Two orders of 'Death By Chocolate' and....." He looked at me again. "Cognac?" Again I nodded yes. "Two glasses of the Louis the Thirteenth."

  The young lady said, "My pleasure," and walked away, still with the sensuous sway.

  "More of the good stuff?" I asked. Kurt just smiled. Over the delicious dessert and the cognac, I was thinking as we chatted. My past certainly was more varied, especially since coming here. It was only last night that I had had my first double fuck and my first anal orgasms. Isabella came to mind, as well as the horse back riding and the young girl at the beach shop. Sitting with Kurt, enjoying the fine food and liquor, I felt almost sleazy, recalling the two incredible anal sessions I had just experienced. All I wanted to do now was avoid Sarah and get back to Kurt's room. I had condoms and lube in my clutch and that meant going back to my room was unnecessary. I silently prayed that none of my lovers of the past few days had seen us enter the dining room. I was sure Kurt didn't know of my recent sexual exploits and hoped it stayed that way.

  I finished the dessert and sat back, very content, except for the anxiety of someone like Sarah walking in and blowing it for me. I didn't know enough about cognac to appreciate the one I was sipping but it did taste like...cognac. I felt a certain appreciation for Kurt's knowledge of finer things.

  "I must say," I began, "you certainly know a thing or two about the good life, Kurt. A girl could get used to this." He smiled in a knowing way. "Kathy, it's only food and booze. They make this stuff every day." I thought about that. As good as the dinner had been, it really was just food and booze. It was the company and the atmosphere that really counted. I had forgotten that somewhere along the line. The young woman appeared at the perfect moment. "Is there anything else I can bring you?"

  Kurt looked at me and I said, "I'm just fine." He then looked at the server and said, "Thank you, but no. It was wonderful. Just the check please." The young woman had anticipated that. She produced the bill from behind her back and Kurt didn't give it more than a glance. He added a tip and signed for it. The woman didn't look at the amount of the tip.

  "Thank you," she said.

  "And thank you," replied Kurt. We walked out hand in hand. I gave Kurt a quick kiss.

  "Take me to your room." He did. We had been trying not to be overtly excited on the way to his room. On stepping in, he shut and locked the door, then took me in his arms and kissed me hungrily. I returned it and my hands went to his back and down to his butt, pulling him in. His pelvis was moving into mine as we kissed. Then he pulled me to his bed and down we went, kissing, fondling and taking off clothes. As my bra came off, Kurt's mouth sought out a breast and took my nipple in, sucking and running his tongue around, making me moan with real pleasure and anticipation. Deciding to let him have the lead I just went with his wants and he continued with his mouth at my breasts while his hand sought and found my already wet vagina. With two fingers in he moved them out to moisten my clit, then back in and massaged my clit with his palm as he fingered me.

  I still had my panties on and went to pull them off. He helped and with better access, went back to working my pussy. I had one hand down his shorts, massaging his stiffening cock. I was so turned on; I knew I would come quickly with Kurt's attention to my clit. "God, Kurt, yes...yes...don't stop..."

  I was working my pussy into his hand and he was pressing back. His mouth went from my breast to my own mouth and we locked lips as I started to tense, shudder and then come. I kept kissing Kurt as the climax took me. My hand was still around his fully ready cock. Even before the climax finished I went for my clutch and took out a condom. I opened the wrapper and had it on Kurt in seconds. I lay on my back, spread my legs, knees up and said, "Take me. Take me now."

  Kurt moved in, guided his cock to my wet vaginal entrance and eased in. I groaned and Kurt went straight into fucking mode. Nothing gentle, which suited me just fine. He wasn't pounding, but was stroking deep and steady, fast but not frantic. He looked at me with lustful eyes and I just pulled my knees back further. I was trying to keep his cock aimed at my G but he wasn't co-operating. No problem. It felt like molten lust anyway.

  Kurt was lost in his fucking, likely the first fucking he had done in a long time. Her wasn't going to last very long by the facial expressions and his rapid breathing. He wasn't vocal and I wanted him to feel very good about his efforts. "Yes, Kurt....yes....don't stop...just like that....oh my God......oh my God.." And with that, he started to fuck me in earnest.

  His strokes were pounding me now. The bed was rock
ing and his hips were slapping into my ass as I pulled my legs back as far as I could. He was grunting now, "Ughh, ughh, ughh," with each stroke. His face was a grimace of effort and lust. His skin glistened with sweat. He was very close.

  "Come in me, Kurt. Come for me. Come for me now." And he did. He was bucking into me and his body was as tense as if he was being electrocuted. Still, he didn't cry out. Just a series of gasps, passed over clenched teeth. He pushed into me and held as his cock spurted and he jerked. It was if a lifetime of sexual frustration was being shot into me. He pounded into my vagina a few more times and went still. His cock deep into me, he held my thighs as if letting go would make him drown. Then he seemed to come back to reality and looking at my eyes, he collapsed onto me and was panting. He lay on me for a minute, still in me and I held him tight. His weight was heavy but I took it. I wrapped my legs around him and just kept him close. When his breathing settled, he sighed deeply. Then again.

  He lay on me, my arms and legs holding him and he started to talk. "My wife told me...her name was Nancy ..before she died....she said...'Live for me. Live for me and don't stop living.'......It's taken a while....but I'm living again....thank you.....thank you...."

  I held on and my tears mixed with his. After several minutes, he rolled off me and lay on his back. I cuddled up to him and putting a leg over his, I settled into him and he held my head. "What ever you do," he said, "don't leave without saying goodbye."

  I ran a hand over his chest. "I will say goodbye. In the morning. Now, let's get ready for bed." We got up, did the bathroom thing, brushed our teeth with his one toothbrush and got back into the bed, both naked. I lay on my side and he was spooned up to me, a hand cupping a breast. We lay there, relaxed and happy. "Good night Kurt."

  "Good night Kathy." I was as content as I had ever been. In a minute I was asleep. At first I slept soundly, like a woman at peace. In the middle of the night I woke up. Kurt was on his back, murmuring and moving his head side to side. I couldn't make out the words but he was obviously having a bad dream. I moved close and ran my hand over his chest. With my lips close to his ear, I said, "Shush...shush...It's all right...." He continued to toss but after a minute of my hand on his body and my quieting voice, he seemed to relax. I listened as his breathing slowed and his body went calm. I settled in close and went back to sleep.

  I had vague and uncomfortable dreams. I was with Isabella and Sarah burst in. She was laughing at me, sarcastic and hurtful. "Aren't I good enough for you? Guys not good enough? Have to get it on with the little girls?" In my dream I felt so ashamed. Kurt was looking at me, shocked. I felt abandoned and my ex was there. He pointed at me. "Slut. Whore. Kiddie fucking ass fucker." I felt like I was falling. Falling and I knew it wouldn't stop. I felt a pressure build up, smothering me, cutting off my breathing....I waited to hit bottom, but just kept falling, suffocating...dying...

  "Kathy, wake up! Wake up!" I felt myself being shaken. I struggled to come back. With a sudden gasp and a sitting up, I was awake. The bedside lamp was on. I was cold with sweat. Kurt was looking at my eyes. "Kathy?" I was in his bed, in his room. I was back. I collapsed back on the bed, panting.

  The bed sheets were a mess. Kurt got up and straightened them out, covering me. He went to the bathroom and came back with a glass of water. I sat up and taking the glass, emptied it. Then I fell back onto the bed, pulling up the covers. Kurt said, "Are you okay now?"

  I paused and then said, "Yes. Thank you, I'm okay. Bad dream. Bad." Kurt got back into the bed and turned off the lamp. He pulled me to him and held me tight. "Go back to sleep. Every things all right." With his hand massaging my neck and back, I slowly relaxed and resettled. Forcing my breathing to slow and to fill my tummy, I felt the calm return. With Kurt's breath kissing my forehead, I fell asleep.

  When I woke, Kurt was not there. A fleeting panic was stilled by the sound of the shower running. Then I smelled coffee. I got up, still nude, poured my self a cup and went into the bathroom. Kurt was half singing, half humming to himself. It was a happy song, Neil Diamond's 'Sweet Caroline'. I sat and peed, then flushing the toilet to let him know I was there, I said," My name is Kathy, not Caroline, and I'm coming in."

  "Works for me," was the invitation and he pulled back the shower curtain. We showered together and it was like we had done this many times before. As he ran a soapy hand over my freshly shaved pussy, he said, "I like that. It feels different but it feels so sexy." I didn't have to ask if his wife ever shaved. Then he looked at his own pubic hair and ran his hand over his scrotum. He looked at me with a questioning face.

  "No," I said, "You don't have to." He looked relieved. "Thank God." After doing each others hair, we stepped out and towelled off. He was looking at me, his eyes going up me and down. "Kathy, you sure are an incredibly beautiful woman. I really can't think of any other way to put it."

  I smiled and felt warm. Dropping my towel, I walked up and my mouth went for his. Then I looked him in the eyes and asked, "Breakfast now or later?" He took me to the bed and we made love slowly, passionately and with lots of stops for long wet kisses. He entered me first when I was on my back and he stroked slow and steady. His breathing slowly picked up and when I thought he was getting close I held his hips and he stopped. He stayed in me for a moment then I shifted and he backed away. I gently pushed him down and straddling him, I guided his cock back into my very wet vagina. I worked on him very gently, doing the supple thing in slow motion.

  Pausing every minute with him deep inside I screwed on him, working my clit against his pubic bone. Then back to the supple thing. We said nothing to each other with only sighs and feint moans breaking the silence. I wanted to feel him pumping up into me but kept up the gentle fucking. I slowly and steadily picked up the pace and Kurt was now looking like he was in heaven. Judging his pending climax again, I stopped when he was getting close and I got off of him, and got on my knees beside him. He got up and seemed to hesitate so I put a hand down between my legs and parted my labia, inviting him to again fuck my vagina. He again seemed hesitant and it occurred to me that he might not have ever had sex in this position. I curled a finger and gave him a 'come here' gesture. He moved in behind me and I took his cock in my hand and guided it to its target. He entered with a deep groan and started to move in me. He quickly lost any rhythm and was only entering shallow, as if afraid to do more.

  "It's okay Kurt. I want you to come in me this way." That was the reassurance he needed. He got his rhythm back and was stroking deeper, his hips rocking into my ass. I wanted him to feel it was okay to go for it and said, "God, that feels good. A little harder."

  He responded with an increased speed and force, his hips now slapping me. "Oh yes....yes..." Kurt was very excited now, his breath coming in short gasps and he was starting to buck into me. "God, yes....yes.....fuck me, Kurt....fuck me ...."

  I had never used that word with him, uncertain how he might take it. In his sexually driven mind, he took it well. He started to fuck me from behind like there was no tomorrow. I braced myself against the pounding his hips were giving me as his cock pummelled my vagina. "Oh my God....yes....yes...come for me, baby....come for me..." A few more power strokes and he did.

  He cried out, "Fuck....fuck...Ahhhh..." and I could feel his cock throb with each spurt of cum. His hands were pulling me back to him and he was pushing into me, his cock buried in my vagina. It took me a second to recognize that I had come as well. My pelvic muscles were gripping Kurt and I was shaking. I was so centred on making Kurt come that I had missed my own build up and peak. As he came down, my vagina relaxed and Kurt pulled out and collapsed on the bed.

  I rolled him onto his back and got on top, my legs around his and I locked lips, kissing him. He had to pull back every few seconds to breath but came back and ran his tongue around mine. Slowly we settled down and I lay on him, our sweat letting me slid on him and felt my breasts against his chest. After a minute he rolled us over and he was on top. He slid down and planted his mouth over my vagina
and kissed. Then my clit, up my tummy to my breasts, and finished at my mouth. We necked like teenagers for a minute and then Kurt rolled onto his back. I snuggled in, one leg over his hips and my face against his wet chest. With my free hand I gently played with his condom covered penis, softening and thinning. The cum in the condom felt like lube and I moved the condom around, playing with the results of his passion. "Look what you've done," I said. "Now we have to shower again."

  He chuckled softly. "Works for me."

  After showering again, this time taking longer with lots of hugs, kissing and caresses, I got dressed in my evening clothes. "How about if I get changed and meet you by the pool for breakfast?" I asked.

  "I'll be there," he relied and with one more kiss, I walked out the door. Back in my room I wondered what I was getting myself into. After all the sex with Sarah and our exploits with the girl at the beach store as well as the three guys, Dan especially, I wasn't sure if I was a good enough woman for Kurt. I had been acting like a sex starved woman in a room full of willing partners. I Laughed at that. It was exactly what I had been doing. Then I thought of Isabella, the teen child who, two days ago, was watching me masturbate with the Jacuzzi jets and then was herself masturbating in my lap with my help. I was certain if Kurt knew about that, he would be shocked and put off me forever. I called Sarah's room. She was in."Well hello, Kathy. Where have you been? Dan was looking for you yesterday."

  I decided to be honest. "That man I sat at dinner with? The one I was hoping would come to Polynesian Night? We got together yesterday. I'm going down to have a late breakfast with him now."

  Sarah laughed. "Well you don't have to worry about Dan. He hooked up last night and brought her here. So it was another night of three on two. The guys left this morning. They had an early flight back home."

  I silently said 'Thank God' and told Sarah I would catch up with her later. I got into my bikini, covered it with a daytime outfit and went to meet Kurt. On the pool deck we had brunch. It was served with champagne and orange juice. I felt relieved that none of the guys were going to walk up and spoil things. Kurt and I decided to catch some sun at the beach, as he had to go into town later in the afternoon and meet with a local professional astronomer to discuss a research project. "It's going to be a joint project between my university and the one here. And this way, my university pays for my airfare and two night's accommodation. I don't get a lot of perks but this one is great."