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Authors: Maggie Carpenter

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My own risk?
 
Oh Lord!
 
Here
goes nothing...

She
pushed open the door and walked in.  He was lounging back and she fought
the almost overwhelming desire to cast her eyes down his body.

"Yes
Miss Hollister?  What can I do for you,” he asked, smiling up at her.
 
His wet hair was askew and there were
droplets of water covering his chest hair, like dew on the grass in the early
morning.
 
She wanted to lean over
the tub and lick them...

“Kate?”

He
broke into her decadent thoughts and she realized that once again, she’d just
been standing staring.  She was at a complete loss for words and suddenly
felt very foolish, wondering if she’d made a huge mistake and shouldn’t have
come down at all..

"I
- uh - just wanted to make sure you're ok.  I mean - make sure you didn't
need anything, or...." her voice trailed off. 

He
knew exactly why she'd come down and she could see it in the cool, quiet
sureness of his eyes.

"You
always were impulsive. Act before thinking, right Kate?  Do what you
want and ask permission later?"

"I
should go," she blurted, and turned for the door.

"No! 
Wait!  I don't want you to leave," he said, stopping her in her
tracks.

"You
don't?" she asked, turning back around.

"Of
course not,” he said softly, leaning forward, “Kate, don’t you know I feel the
same pull between us as you do.”

He
was staring at her, penetrating her with his crystal gaze.

"You
- you - you do?" she stammered.

 "I've
always had a thing for you.  Just like you've always had a thing for
me.  Timing's just been off.  That's all."

"I
- uh - I'm - I don’t know what to say.”
 

She
wasn’t quite sure what she had expected, but it wasn’t this.

"But
you’re not here to talk -- are you?"

Her
stomach was in knots.  He wasn't giving her an inch. 

"Why
don't you take off those leggings and socks and join me?" he offered, his
voice warm and inviting.

"Seriously? 
So --you think I came down here to get in the bath with you?" she said,
her voice tight.

"Didn't
you?"

God!  What do I do?  What do I
do?

"Perhaps
I misunderstood,” he said, still gazing up her with those extraordinary
eyes.
 
“Or if you're not ready -
don't want to - no problem," he finished casually, and turning his head
away slipped deeper into the water.

Don't be such a coward.  He's
here!  He's right here!   You've been waiting for this your
whole life!

Taking
a deep breath she grabbed the hem of her sweater and pulled it over head, then
waited for him to turn and look at her.  But he didn't  He didn’t
react at all.  He did not turn his head to watch her, did not speak, or
even move in the water. 

  With
shaking hands she pulled off her socks, then slipped her fingers into the
elastic waistband of the tights and slid them down, tossing them aside.
 
She was looking down, about to remove
her panties when she heard the sound of the water.
 
Glancing up she saw he was completely focused on her.
 
Completely.

   She
was tall and lithe, her legs long and still slightly bronzed from the Southern
California summer sun, and she had a flat, firm stomach.  The red panties
looked as any catalog model would make them look.  Flattering, feminine
and fervently sexy.  She was about to slip them off,  albeit somewhat
red-faced, when he stopped her.

“Those
are quite appetizing,” he said.  “Leave them on.”

She
looked at him, puzzled.

 
“Wear my panties in the tub?” she asked,
incredulous.

“That’s
right, Kate.  In the tub.”

“Ok...,”
she stammered.

Feeling
slightly flustered she dipped her red, pedicured toes into the water, followed
by the rest of her.  As she sank down facing him she couldn’t suppress a
giggle.

“It
feels weird,” she exclaimed, thinking it very odd to be doing such a thing.

“You’re
absolutely stunning, Kate.
 
Really,” he said, ignoring her comment.

His
legs were spread apart and she was sitting rather awkwardly, with her knees
slightly bent up.
 

“Turn
around and come back to me,” he said, tenderly.

Still
feeling incredibly self-conscious, she slid around the large and tub and leaned
back against his chest.
 
His cock,
now engorged and standing at attention, pressed up against the small of her
back.
 
Reaching his arms around her
he dropped his lips to her shoulders.

“Kate
- you have no idea how many times I’ve imagined .... “ he whispered in her ear.

“Oh...Dante
- me too.
 
For so long.
 
I can’t believe we’re really here -
together,” she whispered back.
 
“I’m so glad I came down.”

His
hands began to knead her breasts and she tilted her head back against him and
sighed.  Dropping one of his hands between her parted thighs he began to
rub the outside of the soaked silk panties.

“Oh
my God,” she said breathlessly.
 
“That’s amazing.”

“Sshhh,”
he whispered.  “Just feel.”

His
grazing across her clit against the wet fabric was electrifying.  His
fingers slivered up and down, pushing against the material, rubbing against her
sex, the insistent pressing excruciatingly exquisite.  The more he stroked
against the crotch of her panties the more she wanted him to push them aside
and slither his touch between her pussy lips.  The palm of his other hand
was moving from breast to breast, nipple to nipple, softly caressing.

The
teasing hand between her legs moved up to her belly and crept inside the waist
band of her knickers.
 
She gasped
as the probing fingers moved downward, and when he met her clit she let out a
cry of joy.

“Dante
- oh my God - please ... oh...”

He
rubbed and circled as his mouth bit and licked her shoulders, then her neck,
his free hand at her breasts, tweaking and teasing her nipples.

She
could feel the orgasmic bubble building but every time she felt it near and she
would begin to arch her back, whimpering with the tell tale cries of the
pending eruption, he would slide his fingers from their tantalizing play and
scratch the inside of her thighs. Finally she could stand it no longer. 
She sat up abruptly and spun around to face him.

“Oh
Dante!” she cried.  “Please make love to me.  Please!”

His
face was a mask of serenity, but his cock was bulging and huge in the water.

“Well,
if you can convince me you’re sincere and really want it...” he said, his voice
trailing off.

“What?”
she exclaimed.  “Sincere?  How? Tell me how,” she mewed.

“Move
away and face me- carefully now -” he said, moving his legs to position
himself, but taking care not to bend or bang his injured ankle.
 
Then on his knees he rose from the
water like Neptune,
 
towering over
her as she sat in the water before him.

“Ask
to pay homage to my cock with your lips, sweet Kate.  Show me how much you
want to be taken.”

Kate hesitated for a moment.  She
had always made men positively beg her to take them in her mouth.

“I’m waiting,” he coaxed.  “We can
always continue another time when you really do want me.”

Swallowing hard, but filled with a
burning hunger she stared up at him.

“Please Dante, can I suck your cock?”

He smiled down at her.

“Since you said please,” he replied,
stroking her hair.

She settled on her haunches, and taking
him in her hands leaned her head forward and lightly kissed the knob then
opened her mouth and took him in, just about an inch. 

Locking his fingers around the damp
tendrils of her hair, he guided her movements.  The power and sureness of
his hands encouraged her, and she moved further down his shaft, his thick
member filling her mouth.
 
But only
minutes had gone by when he stopped her.

“You’re going to be very, very good at
that,” he crooned.
 
“But now...”

Reaching down he slid his hand into the
side of her panties and holding firmly, yanked hard.  She yelped in
surprise as the panties ripped off her body.  Dropping the torn underwear
on the bathroom floor, he slid his fingers between her pussy lips. 

“Oooooh..... Dante,” she cried, leaning
into him for support.

“Mmmmm...  you’re dripping, and not
from this bath water.”

He stood up, gingerly stepped out of the
bath and deftly helped her out.   Grabbing two of the thick turkish
towels and folding them quickly he laid one for her and one for him, then
dropped to his knees, ordering her on all fours in front of him.

She did as instructed and he feasted his
eyes on the beautifully shaped, smooth skinned ass presented before him. 
Taking her hips in his hands, he placed his pulsating penis at her
entrance. 

“Is this what you want Kate?” he asked,
his voice low and cool.

   “Yes, Dante.  Oh
yes please,” she begged.

   “And who was that rude
girl who spoke with such disrespect?”

   She groaned. 

“I was just kidding around.  Please,
Dante.  Please put it inside me.”

“Do you take those comments back?”

“Yes.  Yes I do!” she cried.

“I believe you - but I’m afraid I have to
disappoint you.
 
I’ll will let you
have my cock one day very soon, but for now...”

With one hand he began fondling her
perfect bottom while thrusting two fingers inside her with the other.
 
She let out a controlled scream of
hunger and frustration.
 
Expertly
his fingers explored her depths until he found her super secret sensitive spot
and pressed lightly ---

“Aaaarrgghh.... oooohh, Dante what is
that?
 
Oh my God - don’t stop...”

“Play with your little clit, Kate - and
ride the wave.”

Dropping her hand between her lips she
circled and rubbed, and once again he pushed the electric switch inside
her.
 
A huge bubble was suddenly
over her head and she felt it about to burst.

“Yes - good girl.  Make yourself
feel it.  You’re going to come for me aren’t you?”

His voice sent shivers through her and
she heard herself say “yes”, but it was a light, tight, high far away voice
that answered him.

Thrusting two, then three fingers he
pumped vigorously, and pressed her special spot again.
 
It was all she needed.

   “Dante,” she squealed. 
“It’s.. I..... OOOOH.....”

She exploded, her bottom shoving back
against his hand. Her convulsions rippled through her, one after the other, and
Dante lifted his hand off her bottom, grabbed his turgid member and stroked
himself furiously, releasing his copious fluid across her backside.
 

Collapsing on the floor breathless and
happy, she rolled on to her back and looked up at him.
 
He was glorious - though for the life
of her she couldn’t understand why he hadn’t actually made love to her.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” he said,
reading her mind.

“What?” she gasped.

He
sat on the floor and leaned against the wall of the bath catching his
breath.
 

“Come
here,” he panted, opening his arms.
 
She moved across the floor and he cradled her against his chest.

“You’ll
find out why I didn’t have sex with you soon enough,” he said. “Let’s just rest
a minute then get back in the tub.”

She
felt a little overcome, but a few minutes later allowed herself to be led back
into the warm water.
 
Leaning
against him once more she drifted off, enveloped in her post orgasmic
bliss.
 
The quiet minutes ticked
by, and when she opened her eyes she felt strangely embarrassed and
unsure.
  
He had completely
swept her off her feet.
 
“Time to
get out and dried off,” he announced.

Nodding
silently Kate rose and stepped carefully from the tub.
 
Removed from the heat of her passion
she felt a bit uncomfortable and awkward.
 
Unable to look at him, she sensed his eyes on her nonetheless.
 
She dried off hurriedly and pulled on
her tights and sweater.

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