She picked up and whispered a soft 'hello' just in case it was someone from work who was calling to see how she was doing.
Sandy put the phone down and looked at her hand. It was still shaking a little. He was absolutely the last person she would've expected a call from. She hadn't heard from him in a few months now, but she knew he had been very busy filming. What a great timing! For once she was home during the day, he drove by her house and noticed her car out front. She went back to the kitchen and felt very happy. Her snack tasted ever so good and once she finished it, she ran upstairs to get changed. Michael loved the natural look, so she went for her favorite pair of jeans with a pale yellow top. Both were reasonably tight and made her look even more petite than she really was. She was hoping to get a compliment out of him. And knowing Michael the way she had come to know him, he wouldn't disappoint her.
She grabbed her purse and walked out, locking the door behind her. He was standing by the passenger door, waiting for her so he could get her door. Gallant as always. She walked down the four steps and crossed the sidewalk. When she reached him, he was holding her door open and he took a slight bow when she went past him. She got into the car and the leather was nice and warm from the sun. He shut her door and walked around the car, getting in with a very swift move and leaning close to her. Sandy wasn't sure what he had in mind and pulled back a little.
"Hey, don't I even get a kiss anymore?" he said, pouting.
With a happy grin on his face, he put the car in gear and pulled into traffic. Very soon she noticed he was heading for the freeway and she settled back, getting ready for a speedy drive to wherever he was taking her.
Once they got on the freeway, he shifted gears again and stomped the accelerator hard, making the car leap forward. He steered with steady hand and they traveled through the light traffic with great ease. Sandy enjoyed the ride and really felt herself getting better by the minute.
After a while, he took an exit ramp and he drove the car to the beach. They parked near the restaurant where they had met and Sandy remembered how much fun they had that night.
At a certain point Jim got up and walked straight to him. They talked for a few minutes and Sandy saw Michael smile. He got up and came back to the table with Jim. Everybody introduced themselves and he joined them. Till this day, Sandy still had no idea what Jim said to him that night. But they had loads of fun and Michael thanked them at least a million times for inviting him and including him in their celebration.
She ran into him a few days later. He had a couple of days off and since the weather was finally getting a little better, he took advantage of that to have his morning run on the beach. Sandy had been doing that every other morning for the past six years, summer as well as winter. The beach was totally deserted at that time of morning and they were the only two people out there. He caught up with her and when he saw who she was, paced her, so they ended up doing their run together. When Sandy said goodbye, Michael asked her if he would see her the next morning. This time she was smarter and she promised she'd be there.
He led the way onto the beach and they walked for nearly an hour, talking all the time. Not once were they stopped or interrupted by people who recognized him, which was the reason why he came here. He came here very often and people stopped being impressed by his presence. They got a drink and sat in the hot sand for a while.
"It's really amazing what happened today. For once I was home during the day, you came by and saw my car." Sandy said suddenly.
She looked at him, baffled, but he kept his eyes down, looking at the sand, she could tell he was blushing.
"I needed a break and I've always enjoyed your company. You've always managed to cheer me up. So I drove through your street, looking out for you, when I spotted the car. ... I drove home and sat thinking for a while. Then I picked up the phone and called you. I couldn't think of a single reason not to call."
This time he did look up and their eyes met again.
"You shouldn't be embarrassed about this. We've always had loads of fun together and if you wanted to see me, you should've called me. Promise me you won't hesitate to call next time."
"I promise." he said softly.
He pulled her close to him and she eased her head onto his shoulder and closed her eyes. They sat for a while and then they headed back towards where he'd parked the car. It took them a little longer now, because they were much more relaxed than they had been before. He held her hand all along and kept talking about the beauty of the ocean. When they got back to the car, they were both starving, so they went to the restaurant. It had just opened and they were the only customers.
After dinner, he led her out to the car, but instead of opening her door, he opened the trunk and pulled out a big paper bag. He closed the trunk and held out his hand. She took it and followed him. They walked holding hands again, like they did before but she followed close behind. He turned the other way and they ended up in the dunes. He opened the bag and pulled out a big blanket. She helped him lay it open and they sat down. He pulled her against him again and once more, she put her head on his shoulder. She could hear his heartbeat and that was how she noticed he was nervous.
She pulled back and asked him if everything was okay.
Michael looked her into the eyes and leaned closer. His hand traveled along her back and came to rest against the base of her spine, supporting her head. Suddenly his lips made contact with hers and her heart missed a beat. It was a shy kiss, just lips touching lips, nothing more; to see her reaction.
He pulled back an inch or two and looked at her. She tried to stay cool, but there was no way she would chill this one out. He saw her blood pulse through her veins and knew he was driving her wild. So he leaned closer again and kissed her a second time. A little longer now, more promising.
She gasped for air, couldn't keep herself from doing so.
He leaned back again and sat looking at her for a minute. She was blushing this time around and it made him smile.
His tongue found hers and he locked his arms around her shoulders. The embrace lasted an eternity and when they pulled away, they were both gasping.
Minutes later he guiding her down, supporting her head all the way. He stayed next to her, prepped up on his elbow, touching her soft skin, brushing through her hair. Sandy felt like closing her eyes and purring like a kitten, but she managed to keep them open.
Michael asked her if she was all right, if she was upset or uncomfortable.
The only thing she found the strength to do was shake her head slowly from left to right. It made him smile.
She put her hand on his cheek again and they looked at each other for ages, before he leaned down and their lips touched again. His kiss was so exciting that she could feel her heart pounding like crazy and all she wanted was for this moment never to end.
Slowly, he moved his hand over her body, feeling the shape of her shoulders, following her arm as far up as he could, going down again, and finding her breast. She tensed up when he first touched her there, but seconds later she relaxed again. He pushed up on both arms and moved over her, shifting onto his other arm.
He discovered her body with his hand and her heartbeat accelerated even more when his hand traveled over her belly, down along one leg, and up along the other. Their lips locked once more, their tongues dancing together.
He put his hand to her face and pulled away from her. She tried to keep him close, but he had no trouble 'restraining' her.
"There's no rush. Just relax and take your time to enjoy this moment."
The swearing stunned her.
"I want this to be perfect, so neither of us will end up regretting it. ... I've come to a point where I have very special feelings for you and I want to show them to you. ... I don't want to miss a step because I don't want to hurt you." he said after a while.
"I'm sorry." Sandy said softly, having regained control over her hormones, "I lost control. I got so excited because I haven't been with a man in a very long time and you're pushing all the right buttons."
After a while, when dusk started to fall, he pulled his t-shirt off, baring his furry chest to her. She pushed him down on his back and he let her. She pushed up on an elbow and started playing with his blonde curly chest hair. He closed his eyes and let her take over for a while.
Sandy planted kisses all over his chest, taking time to nibble and lick his nipples, taking pleasure in his reaction. When she started to feel for his belt, he stopped her hand and opened his eyes.
She kept her bra on for now.
Seconds later, he had them in his hands, feeling them, playing with her nipples, still licking and blowing his warm breath between her legs, pushing her excitement to the limit. Suddenly she took his hands into hers and pinched hard.
So he pushed up on his elbows, leaving her secret garden and moving up to her chest. He gave her breasts a massage, just a little rougher than he would usually do and she purred like a cat, moaning and sighing with delight and extreme pleasure.
After a while, he got up and got out of his pants. But before he could get back down, she had gotten on her knees and pulled his shorts down. She gently took him in her hand and lifted it high, so she could reach his balls.
He shook his head.
Once he started to get rigid, she left his balls and took his cock into her mouth in one swift and surprising move. Michael gasped for air and staggered on his feet.
Sandy gave him an excellent blowjob and she stopped seconds before he climaxed. He begged her to continue, but she declined that invitation.
She pushed away and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs a little. Michael had trouble getting up, his head was spinning and he was a little dizzy. 'What a woman' he thought to himself. He dove straight between her legs but took his time to get to her. He licked and tickled the inside of her thighs for a few minutes, driving her crazy, making her beg for him to 'get to it'.
"Yes, for Christ's sake, you're driving me mad."
She sighed and moaned, her brow glistened with sweat.
Michael's excitement had grown to its limit by now and he moved around so she could continue what she had started earlier. Sandy took his cock into her mouth as soon as she could reach it and she licked and sucked him until he was as rigid as before. He moved around again and slowly penetrated her. Sandy gasped again when he entered her. His cock was larger than three fingers and longer as well. He filled her up slowly, giving her time to adapt to his size. Her body tensed around his cock and he held his breath to keep himself from climaxing.
He fell on top of her, breathing hard. His muscles ached, but it was a good ache, the kind that left you satisfied. He had given her the best of himself and he hoped with all his heart that she enjoyed it as much as he had. After a few minutes, she asked him to get off her, she couldn't breathe because of his weight on top of her, so he pulled back and eased next to her, pushing up on his elbow like he had done before. She was still breathing hard, but now that she was able to take a few deep breaths, it slowed down fast. Her pulse also slowed down, he could see the pounding in her jugular subside little by little. He remained silent, just taking contentment in watching her recover from the excitement he gave her.
She smiled at him and he smiled back.
After a while, Michael started to kiss her all over her body, beginning on her forehead all the way down to her toes and back up, stopping for a few moments, teasing her a little. Sandy felt his tongue warming up her clitoris again and she spread her legs to him, inviting him to continue. She was wondering if he was ready for round two already. She was exhausted and if he wanted to start over again, she would have serious trouble to keep up that pace. Her muscles ached and her body was on fire.
Michael on the other hand seemed fit enough to continue right away and he didn't hesitate long before he slipped his tongue inside of her body and felt the warmth of her cavity. Her reaction came immediately, she cried out but muffled the sound by putting both her hands over her mouth. She pushed up a little and looked at him. He stopped and looked up, smiling, his lips wet with her fluids.
"So I gave you pleasure?" he asked when their lips parted.
Michael blushed and tried to laugh that compliment away.
"Don't." Sandy said, "I mean it. I've never felt like this before and I seriously doubt many women have had this kind of experience. I've never been this excited before and I can't even say how many orgasms I had."
He blushed again.
"Coming here with you was." she added, even more softly.
"Only if you take it easy." she whispered in his ear.
She rolled onto her belly and he started giving her a massage, it felt great. She relaxed even more, nearly fell asleep. After a while he slipped his fingers between her buttocks.
She tensed up.
He slowed down.
The word came hesitantly, tense and unconvinced.
This time she meant it.
Sandy relaxed thanks to his soothing voice and she closed her eyes again, surrendered.
He leaned down and planted kisses all over her butt and licked all the way to her backside. He felt her tense a couple of times, but she relaxed really quickly. When he licked around her backside, she started to push back, towards him. He was already giving her pleasure, arousing her. He pushed his tongue in and she cried out with delight. His warm, damp tongue invading her that way excited her even more than when he had done that earlier.
She was a little tense but she allowed him to go ahead with his plans. She felt a weird pressure and then something moved into her body. She held her breath and concentrated on relaxing and she opened her mind to it.
Once he had half of his finger inside her, he wiggled it around a little to see her reaction. She gasped and tried to look back at him.
Michael pushed a little and once his little finger disappeared into her body, he moved it around again, slowly, giving her sensations she had never experienced.
She pushed back against his hand, sighing and moaning, asking for more.
So he pulled his little finger back and used his mid-finger next and she reacted immediately. She nearly pushed up onto her knees, her butt in his face, she begged him to continue. She praised him for being so good, for giving her so much pleasure.
Soon he added a second finger and filled her more. Again, she pushed against his hand asking him to come deeper into her, to take her all the way.
But he didn't intend to penetrate her anally, it wasn't the right time. He knew he would have to take it easy with her, but the first step had been taken. He was going to let her experience her first anal orgasm, so he moved his fingers as deep as he could, then pulled them nearly all the way out, only to come all the way back into her. She screamed in delight.
He grabbed her hips and turned her over. She followed his lead, rolling onto her back, spreading her legs and opening wide. He was aroused, but not extremely hard, so he moved over her and lowered his cock to her face. She took him into her mouth and sucked on him as if her life depended on it. Within seconds he felt his cock getting harder and he pulled back, finding his way and penetrating without hesitation.
She took a deep breath and held it while he filled her completely. He thrust in her body and she moved along with him. She kept telling him to take her, to move deeper into her and he did as she told him, thrusting harder, deeper and faster into her body. It only took him minutes to bring her to another orgasm and he moved even faster, following into climax as well. They came together and she grabbed him, planting her nails into his skin, scratching him. Michael felt her nails dig deep into his back and he had to grind his teeth to keep from crying out. Her nails left long, burning scratches across his back. She probably didn't realize what she was doing. She pushed her head hard into the sand, sucking in the air as if she had been deprived of oxygen before.
When he left her, she looked at him. The look on her face was one of total contentment.
When they were dressed again, they folded the blanket and put it back into the bag. He put his arm around her shoulders and they walked back to the car.
Michael let her get in and walked around the car. He tossed the bag in the back and got in. When the engine roared, she leaned over to him and they kissed once more, their tongues playing a wild game.
He put the car in gear and moved his hand to her thigh. She took it and moved it between her legs so she could feel him there.
He pulled into the street and took the long way home, driving mostly along the shore. They were at her house much sooner than she wanted to be there.
She sighed when he pulled to the curb behind her car.
Sandy looked at him, not sure if she should believe him or not.
"What time do you get home after work?"
He got out and walked around the car, getting her door, being all gallant again. They walked to the door and she opened it.
Sandy took two sips of her drink, put her glass down on the table and got rid of her t-shirt. She went over to him and unbuttoned his shirt about halfway, moving her hands over his hairy chest, playing with his nipples. Next she unzipped his pants and moved down, taking his cock into her mouth again, making him hard in no time. She dropped her pants and moved over him, sitting down in his lap, moving her body down over him, filling herself with him. Michael sat back and enjoyed 'the ride'. Sandy had taken control and he let her. She moved up and down, moving faster and faster, taking herself to unknown heights. A few minutes later, she had a first orgasm. It slowed her down for a moment, but then she picked up speed again, riding him all the way. He played with her breasts and she threw her head back, moving faster still.
He licked her neck and nibbled on her nipples. She had a second orgasm and her body tensed around him. He took a deep breath and held it, staying in control over his emotions, letting her work hard for what she knew would be coming her way soon. By the time she had her third orgasm, he couldn't control himself any longer and he came right after she did.
Once their orgasms subsided, Sandy moved away from him and walked out of the room, naked.
Michael followed her. She went into the kitchen. He came in behind her. He pushed her against and down onto the wooden counter. She didn't fight him. He held her down with one hand. His other hand moved to her butt, he found his way and slowly penetrated her with a finger again. She pushed back against his hand and moaned in delight.
He moved faster than before, giving her more pleasure and she moaned even harder now. He let go of her and shifted his position, getting down on his knees and moving between her legs. His tongue found her clitoris very quickly and he licked it once. She cried out in surprise. She spread her legs some more to give him more space to move. He didn't need any more. His tongue dashed back and forth across her clitoris and his finger moved in and out of her body. When his tongue disappeared into her vagina, she cried out again, and he moved his hand a little in order to be able to finger her on both sides, still licking her clitoris.
Sandy thought she was going to lose her mind. She was overwhelmed by feelings of delight and sheer pleasure. When she climaxed, she had to put both her hands over her mouth to keep from alerting the neighborhood with her scream.
Michael knew she had reached her limit and slowed down.
He got up and turned her around. Sandy flung herself at him.
They kissed once more. When their lips parted, Michael turned and walked away.
"I'll see you tomorrow." he said and he walked out.
She knew she would probably never see him again.
She sat there and cried for ages, until she was freezing. She got to her feet and stumbled up the stairs to her bedroom. She got into bed and cried herself to sleep.
She fought her way into a comfy baggy shirt and equally comfy jogging pants and went downstairs. She picked up the phone and called in sick. She would have to call a doctor, but didn't feel like it just now. In the kitchen she made some coffee and wondered if she had been dreaming yesterday. But she had never experienced anything like it, so she was pretty sure she couldn't have imagined it.
The rest of the afternoon passed by very quickly and when somebody rang at the door, it startled her. She went to get it and the sight of him shocked her.
Right there, big smile on his face, stood Michael. A single white rose in hand, all dressed up. Picking her up like he promised.
He saw her shock and quickly stepped inside.
"Sandy, are you really okay? I'm worried about you. Didn't you sleep well?"
She couldn't say another word.
He went to her and put his hands on her shoulders.
"Sandy, please talk to me. Did I push you too far last night? Are you upset about what happened?"
"We made love for hours, Sandy. You and me. Then I drove you home and we made love right there on your couch."
She turned around; facing him again, buried his face in his arm and started to cry again.
"Hey, why those tears?"
"Why wait any longer?"