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Guilty Secret

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He keeps saying that it can’t happen again.

Every time, as soon as his afterglow wears off, the guilt and self-loathing kicks in and he spits out those words that always make me smile. He is so adorable, trying to fight this like either one of us has a choice. I keep telling him that this is bigger than both of us, and he would be much happier if he would just give in. Give in to his fate…the way that I did the very instant that I saw him.

What’s ironic is that he is the one who picked me up, not the other way around. I had never known such a world could exist until the day that I met him.

I had been at the local coffee shop that day six months ago, finding myself with a rare afternoon off from both work and class. I had been taking some extra art and writing courses at the university for a few months, trying to find a new reason to be. The past year had left me minus one husband and doing some serious soul-searching. I hadn’t taken any classes since I’d graduated with a BA almost eight years ago, but I found that it all came back quickly when you were doing something that you loved.

Finding myself alone for the first time in many years, I finally gave in to my need for companionship and extra cash by taking in a roommate in my small two bedroom apartment. Since I lived within walking distance of the school, my roommate was a sweet pre-med student named Stacy. She was still an undergrad, so there was a bit of a gap in our ages, but we got along great. She was very dedicated to her schooling, so there were never any loud parties or inconsiderate late night callers when I had to work 40 plus hours a week. Stacy was actually the one who suggested that I take a few night courses when she noticed how burned out and lifeless I was beginning to look. It sounds strange, but it really did give me a fun break from reality and a reminder of how much I once loved to create things.

So, where was I? Back to the coffee shop, on that rainy afternoon in April. I was off work early, class had been cancelled due to a professor’s family emergency, and I was left alone to my own devices when it was still daylight! It figures that it was raining cats and dogs though, because I normally would have gone for a walk in the park. This day, however, found me camped out in an oversized easychair with a copy of my favorite book, nursing a Snickers latte. If anyone had asked me at that moment, I would have said that life couldn’t get much better. Of course, I would have been wrong.

At the sound of the bell over the door jingling, I glanced up to see a vision that took my breath away. A man had entered, seeking shelter from the rain more than coffee by the looks of it, and he was tastier than my latte. Now, tasty to me may be something different than many other people would agree with. I don’t like young pretty boys…well, not really. They are fun to look at sometimes, but there just isn’t anything else there for me. I need character in a face, some rugged features and a few laugh lines, something that shows me you know how to enjoy life. I did my time with a young pretty boy already, and I was discovering quickly that the exact opposite was now a sure thing to get me hot.

So here was this vision of rugged masculinity, standing in the door and brushing rain off what appeared to be a lovely suit. He had hair that couldn’t decide if it wanted to be light brown or red, thinning and peppered with silver, and the brightest set of green eyes I had ever seen. I sat there watching him trying to compose himself from beneath my lashes, not wanting to be seen checking out the goods. Ever since my divorce, I had become an avid observer of older men, but I had yet to work up the nerve to approach any of them.

I watched as he ordered a coffee, then began to scope out a place to squat and wait out the worst of the storm. When his eyes began to gravitate in my direction, I quickly glanced back down to my book and feigned interest.

“Is anyone sitting here?” I heard a smooth, velvety voice ask from above me. When I looked up, he was smiling and gesturing to the big chair next to me.

“Um…no, ” I stammered. God, he was even sexier up close. I could feel my nerves jumping at his proximity, and the smell of his cologne was making me drunk. Burberry Touch had always been my favorite, what a strange coincidence that this man chose the same.

As he sat down and got settled, I tried to start reading again, but all I could do was sneak glances from the corner of my eye. He had broad shoulders and a nice physique, and long graceful legs. Most people don’t think about men’s legs being graceful, but his were. I was becoming distracted to the point of embarrassment, so I was just about to pack it up and leave when he spoke to me again.

“Coming down pretty hard out there, huh?” His voice was so fucking sexy. I couldn’t believe how drawn I was to this man.

“Yeah, looks like it’s getting worse.” I nervously replied. I was great at observations…not so much at interaction. When I glanced over at him, I noticed that he was looking directly at me this time. “I was going to take a walk in the park, but you can see how far that got me.”

“I know, I got in town early and had hoped to shop around a bit for a gift, but here I am,” he said with a smile. “I didn’t want to go back to the hotel yet, in case it lets up soon.” He had a pleasant personality, which made it very easy to open up to him. We carried on our light conversation as we sipped at our drinks, and I found myself asking if he was just visiting, since he’d mentioned a hotel.

“Yes, my daughter is going to school here, and I haven’t ever had the chance to visit her. I work a lot, and now that I finally have some vacation time I thought I would take her out to dinner, maybe bring her a small gift.” If this man had a daughter in college, he had to at least be in his forties, maybe older. Most people would be a little put off by that at twenty-nine, but most people weren’t sitting here smelling him and getting wet. The fact that he was older just made him even sexier to me.

I noticed that he kept looking at me as he spoke, and I wondered if I was being too obvious in my reactions to him. As much as he was getting to me, he seemed like a very sweet man and I didn’t want to scare him off from a nice conversation. But right as I caught his gaze, I noticed a deep, smoky look that hadn’t been there a moment ago. His bright jade eyes were almost glowing with warmth now, and his smile had a secretive look to it. I tried not to read too much into it, sure that I was just projecting my own thoughts on to him.

Noticing that our coffee was long gone, I was hesitant to let our brief exchange end. Just being near this man made me feel sexier than I had in years. He was so attentive and easy to talk to, but his eyes said that there was something more going on here. What could I do to extend our fun afternoon, even if only for a little while? Knowing that I would never see this man again was making me a little desperate.

“What kind of gift were you shopping for?” I pried.

“Well, just a thoughtful little something to let her know I was thinking of her. I wanted to get her something unique, but I obviously waited too long. I don’t know this area well, and that damn rain has got it out for me,” he finished with a grimace.

“Oh! No, don’t say that! I could suggest a few places…if you like.” I was totally fishing, and I hoped that I was the only one who could tell. He looked like he was weighing a few things in his mind, debating on what to do.

“Well, I appreciate the offer…but I really don’t know this area. I’m afraid that I would get lost before I found anywhere you suggested.”

“Well, I could…I mean if you don’t mind…I have the afternoon free,” I blurted out in one nervous gasp. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, he looked like I had made his day. I wouldn’t realize until later that it was the very same look he made whenever he was thrilled that things were going the way he’d planned.

“Oh, no. I wouldn’t want to eat up your time like that,” he protested, albeit weekly.

“Don’t be silly, it was my idea! I have nothing else to do today, and I know the cutest little antique store. I always window shop there when I go walking, and they have the most beautiful jewelry.” Every word was playing me deeper into his hand, I just didn’t know it yet.

“I’ll only go if you tell me your name first. I just realized that we haven’t been introduced.”

“Amber. My name is Amber,” I breathed deeply, smelling him as I did.

“Hello Amber,” he said, holding out his hand, “My name is Daniel.”

“Well hello, Daniel. Nice to meet you. Would you like to go shopping now?” My very formal invitation was marred by a little nervous giggle at the end.

“Alright…Lead on then. I guess we’ll have to deal with the storm, I can’t really wait much longer.” Looking me deep in the eye, he asked me the question that still haunts me to this day. “Do you mind getting a little wet?” My knees almost buckled at that, and all I could think about was my throbbing clit and my wet panties.

“No, actually,” I managed to form enough words for a response, “I love the rain…and getting wet.” I saw the flame jump in his eyes at that, and I started to wonder if he meant the same thing that I did. Believe me…he did.

We marched off into the rainy afternoon, our freshly dried clothes getting soaked once again. We talked as we looked into the windows along the way, with me pointing out shops of interest if he was ever in the need of a gift again. When we reached the small antique store that had become my favorite place to stare and drool, I waited as he opened the door for me. As I walked in past him, I felt his palm connect with the small of my back to usher me inside. I swear to you now, on all that is holy, that when he touched me my breath caught and my pulse skipped. I looked up at him through wet strands of hair, and the startled look he gave me back said that he had felt it too.

Shaken, I made a beeline for the jewelry, my favorite place to dream. There was something about antique or estate jewelry, it seemed to have so much more heart than new stuff. We talked lightly as we looked at different pieces, until we both gravitated towards a delicate filigree necklace with a pendant in the shape of a butterfly.

“Oh, my…this is lovely. Do you think so?” I breathed dreamily.

“Yes, it’s very beautiful. But I don’t think my daughter is very fond of butterflies. She always seemed to like dolphins more,” he said apologetically. I told him not to worry, we’d find something that would work. As I handed the butterfly necklace back to the shopkeeper, my eye landed on a simple gold chain bracelet, with a little dolphin charm.

“Bingo!” I yelled. Daniel made his purchase as I continued to look around, and the reality struck me that there was no other reason for me to tag along with him now. I had done what we’d set out to do, and I couldn’t even invite him for coffee since we’d both just had some.

Like a desperate idiot, I offered to walk him back to his hotel, stating that it was on my way. Not quite, it actually added a good fifteen or twenty minutes to my walk, but I was certain that I wasn’t supposed to leave yet. I knew that he agreed by the look in his eye. As we walked along towards his hotel, he reached down and held my hand, stroking over the wet fingers with his callused thumb. As we reached the front entrance, he pulled me aside and turned to face me.

“Amber,” he rasped, “I wanted to give you something. Something to remember me by. This has been a lovely afternoon,” he paused to look up at the downpour, “all things considered.” He held out a small box to me, and I noticed that it was from the antique shop. Opening it slowly, I was shocked to uncover the beautiful butterfly necklace that I had admired.

“Oh, Daniel! That was so sweet, but you didn’t have to. It was honestly my pleasure.” As I was speaking, he took the chain and pulled it apart, only to reach under my soaking hair to reconnect it behind my neck. He grazed his fingers against my skin as he went, and I felt a tug all the way down through my gut and into my pussy.

“Well, Amber, you have been my pleasure this afternoon. I wanted to give you something to always remember this one special day.” Like I could ever forget.

“But Daniel…I have nothing to give you so that you’ll always remember me.”

He looked me straight in the eye and whispered, “But you do, Amber. You have something that I would love very much. The question is if you feel like giving it to me.”

He took my loud groan as a signal, and reached up to pull my face in for the most sensual kiss I’d ever had in my life. We could feel the rain fall around us, and our lips slipped along the surface of each other. I have always felt that there was nothing like a wet, slippery kiss, but I had only experienced them in the shower. One of my schoolgirl romance novel fantasies always involved a heated exchange in the middle of a downpour, cold and shivering, grasping on to each other for warmth. This blew that out of the water.

I slid my hands underneath his coat and around his back, clenching onto him with my fingernails, trying to prove that this was real. As he held my face, he worshipped my lips with his own, slipping his tongue out to lap up the rainwater as I sucked his bottom lip between my teeth and nibbled. As the kiss became more heated, I noticed that he was beginning to nudge himself against me…and if I’d had any doubt of his attraction to me before, it was gone now.

Groaning harshly, he pulled away and whispered, “Amber…won’t you please come upstairs with me? I don’t normally go for the whole making out in public thing, but I swear you make me feel like a horny teenager!”

“God yes, Daniel!” I heard my voice like I was listening to a stranger, not recognizing this person at all. Looking deeply into his passion-filled eyes, I moaned, “Take me to bed.”

He certainly didn’t need to be told twice, and he proceeded to rush me into the elevator with a smug grin on his face. I noticed the look, and suddenly I knew that I’d been picked up good and proper.

“You knew we were going to end up here, didn’t you?” I asked him knowingly, not really caring anymore, just wanting to feel him inside me.

“Honestly…yes. There’s always a chance that I’m wrong, but I have always had an amazing knack for spotting willing women. Not easy…just willing. There was just something about you that said you needed this as much as I did. This really was a wonderful afternoon, I wasn’t lying, but ever since I saw you I’ve been feeling the most urgent need.”

After thinking his confession over for a moment, I couldn’t tell if I shocked him or pleased him with my response. “That’s alright…I know what you mean. I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you. I don’t care if we never meet again…I just need you to fuck me!”

I lunged at him and latched onto his mouth, and could hear his startled grunt turn into a moan. The closer we got to the room, the dirtier I got. It was like my id had been unleashed, and it knew that it was on borrowed time. My hands started roaming down the front of his pants, stopping to cup the large bulge straining against the fabric. That’s when he got dirty back.

“God, baby…do you feel how hard I am for you? My cock is starting to ache for you…I’m dying to feel your pussy!” I could feel myself throbbing for him, and my honey was starting to drip down my thighs. As soon as the elevator door opened, we were rushing down the hall like the world was ending, never taking our hands off of each other. I had never been part of something so urgent before, and it felt like I was drunk. Drunk on his cologne, drunk on the rain, drunk on his cock…drunk on Daniel.

When the door finally gave way, we had barely closed it behind us before he had me pinned up against it with my legs around his waist and his hand sliding under my skirt. We were still kissing passionately when his fingers grazed my soaking wet panties, and I could feel his groan throughout my entire body. As he was sliding his fingertips inside my panties and sinking them between my moist folds, I was peeling open his shirt and tie, leaning down to nibble and suck on his nipples. Before long he was grinding his erection into my hip as he drove his fingers deep inside me, and all I could do was whimper between biting and licking his neck.

The next thing I knew, he gave a guttural moan and I heard my panties being ripped apart. As he frantically pulled away to fumble with his pants and free his swollen cock, I couldn’t resist driving him on further.

“Come on baby, ” I breathed in his ear, “Fuck me! Fuck this pussy! Don’t you want me to drip down that hard cock of yours?” I think it’s safe to say that pushed him over the edge. I briefly felt the broad, blunt tip of his thick shaft nudging at my entrance before he grabbed hold of my hips and slammed into me with a primal howl. I think we both screamed at the searing contact…it was brutal and exquisite at the same time.

Looking deep into my lust-filled eyes, he took my hands and pinned them up against the door beside my head while gasping, “So fucking tight! God…Amber…gonna fuck you so hard!” And then he did. Hard, grinding, almost painful thrusts that slammed me into the door and echoed throughout the room. When I started to slip a little, he released my hands and squeezed around my hips, pulling me into him hard as he pummeled me with his cock. I made use of my freed hands, running my fingers through his hair before yanking him into my mouth for another kiss. All that could be heard then was a slamming noise combined with loud groans.

I could feel him so deep inside me, and his roughness was more exciting than I’d ever thought possible. My orgasm was building rapidly, and as it began ripping through my body I could feel my pussy start to clench him tightly from the inside.

“Oh, God! You’re gripping my cock so good!” he yelled, pumping even harder. “Gonna fucking cum for you…do you want it?” Somehow I managed to hear him through the most intense orgasm of my life.

“Yes! God, Daniel…Fuck me! Fuck me with that cock! Shoot that hot cum inside me now!” I couldn’t believe the things I was saying. I liked dirty talk, but I’d never been able to let loose with someone this soon. It must have done the trick, though, because with a loud shout and a few final thrusts, I could feel his thick and creamy fluid filling me up.

As we rode out our last few spasms, he turned towards the room and laid me down on the bed. “I want you naked now, Amber,” he commanded. “Somehow my cock is still rock hard for you…I knew there was something special between us.” As I started to peel back my wet layers, he frantically did the same. “Hurry baby, I don’t want to waste a second outside of your body!” As urgent as he seemed, he stopped for a moment when I was fully revealed to him and let his gaze roam over my exposed flesh, hitting his favorite points of interest repeatedly. I saw his eyes caress my tits lovingly and stroke my cleanly shaved cleft.

When he was also nude, and somehow still gloriously erect, he climbed up on the bed, stopping to lavish attention on my now naked breasts. They were so full and almost sore with want, the nipples fully erect and jutting out towards his hungry mouth. When he became distracted by them, sucking on them like a starving child, I took that as my opportunity to have my way with him. I squeezed my legs around his torso and flipped him over, giggling at his startled expression.

“My turn now, you sexy fucker!” I grabbed his hands and pinned them up by his head, dangling my tits in his face just out of reach of his mouth. While he was busy trying to catch a plump nipple between his lips, I began rubbing my now soaking wet slit all over the tip of his cock. Watching his eyes roll back in his head, I started to tease him even more, grinding furiously up against him. “Do you want this pussy again? You better fucking beg for it if you want to feel this wet pussy squeeze you again!” I circled my hips invitingly, but every time he was close enough to try and thrust, I would pull away again and slide my clit along the length of his erection. “Don’t cheat, Daniel! I told you, you have to fucking beg for me. I want to know that you need this pussy. If I believe you, then I’ll give you the ride of your life.”

“Bitch!” he growled, but I could see the flame leap in his eyes. He was loving this, and he hated it. I know he was startled at how strong I was, because he kept trying to flip me back over, and I was having none of it. I dug in more with my thighs and switched directions, sliding along so easily with all of my juices coating him like they were. I could feel him tensing up, and I knew that he was getting beyond aroused.

“You better speak up, baby. I don’t think your cock can take much more. Wouldn’t it feel so much better to blow that load inside my tight pussy?” I purred against his skin before nipping a tight bronzed nipple and making him gasp.

“Fuck! Give it to me! Slide that pussy on me now! I told you that I had to be inside you again, don’t make me wait any longer.” He moaned like a man in pain, but I knew it to be the sweetest form of torture. I decided that he had suffered enough, so I circled around the tip one last time before slowly sinking down enough to cover the engorged head. I went down one more inch, then backed away. I sank down a bit more this time, and when he started to thrust I pulled back all the way to the edge. Right before he had the chance to yell at me again, I used all the force I could gather and slammed down onto him, feeling him fill me up impossibly full.

“OH FUCK!” he shouted at the top of his lungs, “Don’t fucking stop, Amber! Fuck me baby, fuck me hard.” I loved hearing how excited he was, and I put all my energy into giving him the ride of his life. I leaned forward and shoved my tits in his face, giving him something to suck on while I ground into him. When I let his wrists go, he grabbed onto my hips and began pulling me into him even harder, thrusting deeper than I’d ever felt before. I was so full of him I couldn’t think straight.

“God, baby…gonna cum again…can’t hold it any longer,” he grunted. “You feel so unbelievable…so good!”

“Don’t hold back, Daniel. I want you to cum for me! I’m so close, let me feel you cum!” I was bucking wildly now, my own orgasm approaching at rapid speed. As soon as I felt the prize of his hot cum spurting inside me, I climaxed harder than I ever had in my entire life, screaming and shaking and convulsing around him.

When it was finally over, I collapsed on his chest and he held me close. He stroked my hair and kissed my forehead, thanking me repeatedly for the most amazing day of his life. I snuggled against him and allowed myself to pretend that this wouldn’t be over in just a few minutes. As I listened to his breathing slow to a light sleep, I couldn’t help but smile slightly. For such a wild, raunchy sex-fest, it was the most tender and bittersweet ending.

Knowing that he had plans to keep, I quickly redressed in an attempt to beat him asking me to leave. It had been a wonderful experience, and I didn’t want it ruined with a bunch of empty promises and awkward goodbyes. I went over to the small desk and wrote a quick goodbye note, thanking him for the best experience I’d ever had. On my way out I stopped to kiss his cheek, smiling at his sleeping form. I felt a small twinge of regret…not at leaving while he slept, but at the fact that I would never see him again. I didn’t expect to feel so attached to him…maybe that’s why I’d never had a one-night stand before.

Walking outside, I noticed that the rain had finally ended. I thought it was a perfect symbol of my whirlwind afternoon: appearing out of nowhere, erupting violently, then dying out and clearing away. I’d cry if I weren’t so happy. I felt alive, for the first time in my life. I only wished that Daniel hadn’t been from so far away, we could have had a few more get-togethers.

I knew it was for the best, but all I could do was think about the things we hadn’t had a chance to do. We had only done a small handful of things, and I was suddenly sad that I hadn’t tasted his cock. There were many other positions that I loved as well, and I kept picturing us entwined in many different ways.

As I walked through town back towards my apartment, I decided that I had better stop in at the grocery store and pick up a few things. I had expected to be in class tonight, so there was nothing at my place to eat. While I strolled through the aisles, looking for a few quick ideas, my hand strayed to my throat. Before long, I realized that I was fondling the delicate filigree butterfly, a distant smile playing on my lips. At least I would always have this. I could wear it and remember, and I would always feel sexy and seductive. I just kept wishing that I could have one more chance…one more time to enjoy him to the fullest.

After buying a few things and wandering aimlessly for a while with my head in the clouds, I decided that it was time to face reality and head back home. As I was unlocking the front door to my apartment, I could hear voices from inside. A man and a woman. Stacy must have a date. She hadn’t said anything, and she never really dated much, but today seemed to be a crazy day for everyone. As the door opened, I could hear footsteps running towards me from the living room.

“Amber? Is that you?” Stacy’s excited voice called from the hall. “Where were you? Oh, nevermind, you’re here just in time!”

“Calm down, Stacy,” I laughed at her enthusiasm as she came running towards me, grabbing a few of my bags and heading into the kitchen to unload. “I’m just in time for what?”

“For dinner!” she yelled happily from the kitchen.

“You cooked?” I asked as I followed her into the room.

“No, no…we’re going out to eat! My dad just dropped in on me for a surprise visit, and he wants to take me and my roommate out to dinner. Isn’t that great?” She was bubbling over with happiness, and it was becoming contagious. I smiled at her and marveled at how carefree she seemed. She had become such a bookworm lately, it was good to see her come out of her shell for a night. What a nice gesture to make, what a sweet idea for her father to surprise her…her father who lived out of town…her father who I had never met. I suddenly had a sinking feeling in my stomach.

“Your father?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. This couldn’t be happening. The world was not this small. This could NOT be happening.

“Yeah, isn’t it great? Come on, he’s in the living room.” She grabbed me by the hand and drug me behind her, stopping suddenly after a few feet. “Oh my god, I forgot to show you!” she gasped, and lifted her wrist up in front of me. I knew what I would see there before I even looked. Dangling from her wrist was a simple gold bracelet, with a tiny golden dolphin charm frozen in mid leap. I could feel the color drain from my face. It didn’t make sense. All I had wanted was another chance, and now I was terrified of seeing him so soon. I had wanted to meet on my terms, not get bombarded with him a few hours after we parted.

“Isn’t it just beautiful? I didn’t know he even knew I liked dolphins, and I never would have guessed he’d find me something so sweet and personal.” The knife just kept twisting in my stomach. It was so strange seeing both sides of his life like this. I had forgotten all about his daughter as soon as we found the bracelet, I had been completely absorbed by him alone from that point on.

“It’s gorgeous, Stacy,” I said with the most beaming smile I could manage at the moment. She yanked me back towards the living room again, and I smelled Burberry Touch before we entered the room. Not that he had it on that heavy, I was just that in tune to that man’s smell after my wonderful afternoon. There was no doubt in my mind now. Should I turn around and leave before he sees me? Right now I’m still the only one who knows. No…that would be too immature. I could do this. When we turned into the room, I saw Daniel sitting on my sofa with his head bent reading a magazine. The calm before the storm.

“Dad, I’d like you to meet my roommate Amber. Amber, this is my father Daniel.” At hearing my name his head shot up, and I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head. I could see the shock hit him like a bucket of cold water. He just sort of stared at me, mouth agape until the silence seemed deafening. I could tell he had absolutely no idea what to do, and his “deer in headlights” look wasn’t helping. I decided to make it easier for him.

Stepping forward, I held out my hand in greeting. “Hello, Daniel is it? It’s very nice to meet you finally.” I was nervous until I made eye contact with him, and then I felt like we had never left the hotel room. I smiled deeply at him, and gave him a look that said, “Just go with it.” He snapped out of his daze and jumped up to greet me.

“Hello…Amber. I’ve heard so much about you tonight, but I don’t think she mentioned your name. I kind of dropped by unannounced and Stacy’s been so shocked, it must have slipped her mind.” I could tell that he was extremely uncomfortable and had no idea how to proceed. I did my best to give him an out, knowing what he was going through right now. He’d thought to never see me again, and now he had to feed me and act like we’d never met.

“Stacy mentioned dinner. I think that’s a wonderful idea, but I’m afraid that I couldn’t go like this. I was caught in the rain today, and my hair and clothes are trashed. I would need to clean up, and I would hate to have to make you wait.” I saw the look of comprehension and gratitude flash across his face, but it only lasted for a moment.

“Don’t be silly Amber, Dad won’t mind waiting, will you Dad? She gets cleaned up very quickly, I’m sure it won’t take long.” We could hear the eagerness in her voice and knew there would be no other choice. Daniel looked at Stacy, then back to me.

“Of course I don’t mind waiting. I’d love to get acquainted with you, so run along and get ready, and Stacy will keep me company.” He had the look of a death row inmate that had just been denied his last appeal. I felt so bad for him because I knew it was a shock, so I promised myself to make this night as comfortable for him as possible.

Rushing through a shower and getting dressed, I realized that I had put on my most enticing dress that I hadn’t worn in over a year. It was a simple sheath, but it clung to all the right curves and showed off just the right amount of cleavage to be enticing and not vulgar. As I was touching up my make up and dabbing some perfume behind my ears I asked myself what the hell I was doing. Why was I trying to entice him? I’d already had him, and he now looked like the last thing he wanted was to be in my presence. I knew that I didn’t care what he was thinking now, I only cared about what I could make him think again. I knew that somehow this was fate giving me another chance at being with the most amazing man I’d ever met. I knew it couldn’t last, but I had to have him at least one more time.

Walking back down the hall, my high heels clicking my entrance, I walked back in to the living room. Daniel stopped in mid-sentence and I saw his eyes glow as he stood up appraising me. His gaze climbed from my legs, up to my hips, on up to my cleavage and settled on the butterfly. I saw the memories pass in his face as he looked at me, and I could feel a slight blush creep over my cheeks. I knew that he was remembering me naked, and it was already turning me on.

“Sorry I kept you both waiting,” I said breathlessly, blushing as his eyes met mine. I could see the reluctant arousal he was trying to deny in his eyes. It made me feel powerful. I knew he still wanted me, even if it was against his will…that was something to build on.

“No, don’t be silly. We’ve been having a nice discussion about her classes, and you were very quick.” His smooth voice was getting to me again. I knew that if I’d been wearing panties, they’d be soaked already.

“See, Amber? I told you he wouldn’t mind. I’m just going to run to the bathroom real quick before we leave.” With that Stacy left us alone for the first time, and the tension was absolutely stifling. I met his gaze again, and all we could do was look at each other.

“I’m so sorry…I tried to give you an out. Do you want me to try something else?” I watched him trying to decide what to say.

“No, thank you. We might as well get this over with,” he said like a man about to face the firing squad.

“It doesn’t have to be that bad, Daniel. It’s just for one night.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” he almost snapped. “I don’t like my daughter anywhere near my sex life. For all she knows, I’m just her middle aged, lonely widower father. She never even sees me date anybody, and I certainly have never flaunted an afternoon fuck in front of her.”

I flinched at that one, a little harsher than I thought it needed to be. “I’m not an afternoon fuck to Stacy. She’s one of my dearest friends, and if you are this upset I’ll just leave.” I turned and started to walk out, and within seconds he was spinning me back around and holding me tightly to him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into my hair, leaning down to kiss my cheek lightly. “I didn’t mean that. I’m just so shocked I don’t know what to do. I was so sad at the thought of never seeing you again, and now that I am I can’t do anything about it. I can’t see you again the way I want to…not with you knowing my daughter. I have to act like I don’t know you, and I have to pretend that I don’t want to fuck you again right now when you are dressed to kill. How am I supposed to get through this? I’m already getting hard!”

“Well, I’m sure that we can make it through tonight. It’s just dinner. We’ll just keep the conversation light and neutral, and it will be over before you know it.” I certainly hoped that it wouldn’t end there, but I wasn’t telling him that.

We made our way as a group to the closest Italian restaurant, and after sharing some pasta and some wine, we were all very relaxed. I could see Daniel starting to loosen up and just be himself, but I could also tell that with the two of us there he wasn’t sure just which himself he should be. His instincts were warring between devoted father and devoted skirt chaser. I could see now what had him so worried about us being together, especially if he was dead-set on allowing his daughter to see him as a eunuch. Well that was just too bad. I wasn’t about to flaunt anything in Stacy’s face, but he was sorely mistaken if he thought that I was going to stay away now.

As we finished off our meals, we talked lightly about Stacy’s classes and Stacy told him a few things about me. I don’t think he was ready to get to know an afternoon romp so intimately in such a short while, but I figured that I was going to become much more than that if I had my way. I wasn’t picking out china patterns yet or anything, but I definitely wanted to see this man again. I didn’t care if he didn’t want Stacy to know…I understood that, at least for a while. He didn’t want his poor innocent little girl to know that her daddy had a pulse and a libido. To me, this was ridiculous. I knew Stacy. I knew things I’m sure that he’d never want to know. She wasn’t stupid by a long shot. I understood his feeling weird about me being close to her, but he was way off on her not understanding about his sex life.

The more wine I drank at dinner, the bolder I became. I knew that I had to keep Stacy from catching on, but I wanted to seduce this man…the man who had seduced me so thoroughly this afternoon. He had given me a small taste of what could be, and I wanted a whole meal. A savory meal of Daniel. I caught his eye a few times, and each time I held his gaze longer. Whenever I could feel his eyes on me, I was sure to lick my lips seductively and lean forward slightly, showing off my cleavage. When Stacy left for the restroom, he leaned towards me with a pissed look on his face.

“What did I fucking say earlier? I can’t handle you looking so good, staring at me like that!” he snapped.

“Like what?” I replied innocently.

“Like you want to eat me for dessert.”

“Actually,” I said, staring deeply into his eyes, “That’s exactly what I want. I was so sad after I left when I realized that I hadn’t had the pleasure of tasting your cock.” I could see his eyes widen at this revelation, like that was the last thing he’d expected me to say. “What’s the matter? Can’t a woman have urges, too? I have thought of little else than your beautiful, thick cock all day, and I can’t accept that I’ll never get to slide it down my throat.”

“I…we…I can’t. We can’t,” he stammered. I don’t think he knew if he was trying to convince me or himself. I did notice that the familiar spark was back in his green eyes, though. I was starting to get the idea that this was new for him. He was the one that was used to doing the chasing, and I think that being on the receiving end was throwing him off balance. I also had the feeling that it was just what he needed. Slipping my shoe off, I slid my foot up his leg, moving along the inside of his thigh. Ah, yes…his mouth was saying no, but his enormous erection was saying fuck yes.

“You like that, don’t you baby?” I purred across the table. “What I wouldn’t give to drop under this table right now and unzip you…slide that beautiful cock out and slip it between my lips.”

“Stop it!” he gasped as he grabbed my foot, shoving it to the floor. “I won’t be able to stand up, and it’s almost time to leave. I know what you’re trying to do, and it won’t work. I’ve made up my mind. We can’t do anything else, it has to stop here.” I looked him in the eye and played it up for all that I was worth.

“So you’re not sorry that you never felt my hot, wet tongue wrap around your shaft? You don’t regret in the tiniest bit that you never tasted my soaking wet pussy? I’m shaved smooth and dripping for you right now. Don’t you want just a little taste?” He met my gaze, and his eyes were dilated with lust.

“My God, you’re such a bitch, aren’t you?” he sounded almost amused at my boldness.

“Only when I’m in heat, baby.” I quickly returned, smiling broadly as I saw Stacy returning to the table. Covering quickly, I picked up our last conversation where I’d interrupted it. “So, Daniel…you’re in advertising, huh? That must be so interesting.”

Our conversation dwindled about twenty minutes later, when Stacy remembered that she had a test in her 9 am class the next morning. We all shared a cab back to my apartment, where I left them saying their goodbyes as I went upstairs. As soon as Stacy came back upstairs and went to her room to cram, I was heading right back downstairs and catching another cab.

As I knocked on his door, I felt butterflies in my stomach. I had never been so bold in my entire life as I had been with him today. What was scarier was that I was absolutely loving it. When Daniel opened the door, he stood there looking at me like he wasn’t exactly surprised.

“What are you doing here, Amber?”

“The way I see it, you can let me in and I can make you feel so good you want to cry, or you can send me home, and you’ll always wonder just what you gave up tonight.”

“It’s not like I didn’t have some this afternoon, anyway,” he said with a smart ass tone.

“Oh no, baby. That’s why I was never cut out for one night stands. I always get better every time. Won’t you always wonder?” As I stood there awaiting my fate, I could see his common sense wrestle with his emotions. “Just one more time. Please. I can’t not be with you again, at least once more. If you never want to see me again, that’s fine, but please don’t turn me away tonight. It’ll be our little secret.”

I tried not to laugh in triumph as he moved aside to let me in. I walked past him and sauntered to the middle of the room. When I was sure that his eyes were on me, I slowly turned towards him and met his gaze. As he watched, I reached up and slid the tiny straps of my dress down, allowing my slip of a dress to slide down my legs and pool at my feet. I was now left wearing nothing more than high heels and a smile.

“You’re so fucking beautiful it makes me hurt,” he moaned, never moving his eyes off my tits.

“Sit on the edge of the bed,” I commanded, amazed and thrilled to see him comply. I knew that I could get drunk off of this power if I wasn’t careful. I kneeled down in front of him, keeping eye contact the entire way. I leaned in and unzipped him with my teeth, yanking his pants down to reveal my hidden treasure. His engorged shaft sprang out towards my face, and I couldn’t resist sucking him in down to the base with no delay. I wasted no time in cupping his balls, massaging them softly while I bobbed up and down on his thick cock.

“Oh fuck, Amber! That feels so fucking good! Don’t stop baby, God don’t stop!” he cried out as he ran his hands over my body, bringing them back up to stroke my hair and hold onto the back of my head. I could feel him beginning to thrust into my mouth, and as sexy as it felt, I wasn’t ready to stop yet. I pulled back and leaned up, grabbing his head for a steamy kiss before wrapping my tits around his cock and squeezing tight.

“Come on, baby. Fuck my tits for me! Help me squeeze them tight around you, and fuck my tits hard.” His hands covered my own as we clenched onto my tits together and he began to thrust. It felt so good to feel that rigid muscle sliding between my large tits, and I couldn’t keep from lowering my head and sucking the tip of his cock between my lips as he pumped against me.

“So good, baby…so fucking good…but I have to taste your pussy,” he pleaded, and in one move I pushed him back onto the bed and climbed up next to him. Still needing his fat cock between my lips, I pivoted so that I was facing his feet while I lowered my soaking wet pussy onto his face. Daniel didn’t waste any time sucking my pussy lips and stroking my clit with his tongue. He then grabbed my hips and began to fuck me with the tip of his tongue, and I couldn’t help grinding my pussy into his face even harder.

While this was happening I went back to work on his cock, sucking him deep to the back of my throat and stopping to suck his balls into my mouth one at a time. Hearing his moans getting louder only fueled my desire more, and I pulled him back towards me so that I could reach his ass. I flicked and swirled at his ass with the tip of my tongue, and if the shuddering he was doing below me was any clue, Daniel was loving this immensely. I felt his tongue move up to my ass also, and through his loud groans I could feel him starting to tongue fuck my ass. My God, this man clearly loved his work.

I gradually moved back up to his cock, flicking the tip with my tongue before sucking him back down deep. After a few minutes, I could tell that we were both close to cumming with a vengeance. When he started thrusting and shaking uncontrollably, and my own orgasm was starting to quake, I knew it was time to give him a thrill. With my nose rubbing against his balls and the tip of his cock rubbing the back of my throat, I slowly began to swirl my little finger against his puckered opening. At just the right moment, I inserted the tip of my finger slightly while sucking down hard for all I was worth.

I think our mutual screams could be heard at least 2 floors away. We lay there bucking and shaking, riding out the blissful tidal wave for a minute before I turned around and laid down in his arms. He held me close, the two of us dozing slightly for a few minutes. After a while, we got our second wind back and started fucking all over again. The things we did to each other…I thought we’d gotten crazy that afternoon. That was nothing. He had me on all fours, he fucked my tight ass, he even began pounding me again in the shower as we soaped each other up. He was tireless with me, acting like every thrust was a precious gift on borrowed time, and we would never get this chance again.

In the early hours of the morning, after we were drifting off after yet another round, he told me what would soon become familiar words to me. Stroking my hair he whispered, “Amber, this was so amazing…but it can never happen again. I mean it. I can’t risk my daughter finding out. She wouldn’t know how to handle the dark side of my sex life, especially with a close friend of hers.”

“What if we keep it a secret?” I pondered. “Whenever you come to visit her, I could sneak over here and you could have your way with me.” I knew it was a long shot, but I was willing to do anything to see him again. I didn’t want to monopolize his time, didn’t expect him to declare undying love, but I certainly knew that this connection we had deserved a little developing.

“No…no, we couldn’t. It would be too risky. Besides, I have no idea how often I’ll ever be able to visit. This was the first chance I’ve been able to come here in months. I just don’t think it would be smart,” he said with a decided tone.

I could hear his words, but I could also see the spark in his eye. I could tell that the thought of having his own guilty secret that came with mind blowing sex was tempting him greatly. “That’s fine,” I thought, “I’ll get him to come around eventually.”

Well, eventually turned out to be within about two weeks. He kept fighting me every time he came, but I noticed that he started coming to town very frequently. Every time was the same story…No, I just wanted to visit…we can’t do this…can’t happen again…this will be the last time…never again. Of course, I noticed pretty quick it was all bullshit. He was loving having his torrid, naughty affair. Who was I to burst his bubble? So every time he came around, I’d be there that night and we would wear each other out. I hadn’t had this much fun in years…hell, ever. I would have loved to have something more permanent with him, but I knew that he needed time to work things out on his own. He needed to accept that we could have so much more if he wanted, but for now I’ll let him stay in his little fantasy world.

You see, it really is just a fantasy. There is no guilty secret. I never told him what happened on the morning after our first night together when I went home. When I got there, running late and rushing to get ready for work, Stacy was up cramming a few more facts in over a small breakfast. She looked up at me and smiled.

“Good morning, Amber,” she said, sipping at her coffee.

“Uh…good morning to you. I gotta go change,” I said apologetically, running off to my room. When I came back out she was still there, smiling at me. “What?”

“So…fucked my dad last night, huh?” she asked, laughing at the astonished look on my face.

“Yes…do you hate me? I hope not, but I’m not sorry.” I saw no point in lying, and there was no way that I could be sorry about anything that had happened the previous day.

“Goodness, no! I think it’s about time he found somebody like you. You’re so much better than the usual cheap women he picks up. He never gives them a second glance once he’s done. Whatever you’ve got going for you, girlfriend, he definitely will be back for more.” She kept on reading over her notes, like nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

“He doesn’t think you know about the women. He thinks you’re his sweet little girl that wouldn’t understand,” I chuckled, knowing that he’d underestimated her.

“Oh, please! He can be so dense sometimes. I’ve always found that you get what you want out of him easier if you let him believe what he wants. I never cared about the women, if they helped him get over Mom, then they were good for him. But you’re the first one I know of that’s worth anything. He’ll be back.” With that she went back to her books, out of sight, out of mind. Like we’d been talking about the weather. I knew that I’d underestimated her, and I damn well knew Daniel had.

When he started coming back, I could tell that he was getting off on the secret, the dirty, the naughty. I decided right away that it was easier just to let him keep thinking what he wanted. It made for some fun nights, and I knew that he would come around soon. I could tell already that he was starting to regret whenever our nights had to end.

But for now…he can keep his guilty secret…and I’ll keep mine.

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