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BODY IMAGE - Part 4 of 4
By Bernard Sagon.
Copyright 2000 - All rights reserved.
She sat there, trembling before him, her arms at her sides as his
eyes wandered over her. His right hand moved to his neckline, and
unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. He continued downward one
button at a time, locking eyes with her, challenging her to respond
as he undressed in front of her. When the lowest button was
unfastened, he pulled the shirt from his pants and, grasping his
shirttails and undershirt, pulled them both over his head.
Caroline began to giggle at the display before her. She tried not
to, but the sight in front of her was just too silly for her to
resist. There stood Brandon, his shirt in front of him, both hands
trapped inside the shirt sleeves whose cuffs he had forgotten to
unbutton.
His laughter joined her giggles. "DAMN! That was really well
done," he said, grinning sheepishly.
She was giggling harder now, her mirth joining his, the
ridiculousness of the situation wiping out the tension that
had stood between them moments before.
"I swear, I have got to be cursed!" she replied, almost unable to
say the words as she continued giggling. "After all I've been
through, I finally find the perfect man and he turns out to be a
perfect klutz."
"Well, don't just sit there giggling. Come over here and give me a
hand."
"Just like a man," she said, rising to her feet. "Always depending
on a woman to get him out of a jam."
She moved towards him, still trying to suppress her laughter. As
she reached an arm's length from him, he flipped his shirt over her
head, encircling her with the clothing hanging from his wrists. He
pulled her close to him. She pushed away playfully and focused
her attention on his trapped hands. Grasping his left wrist,
Caroline held it up, looking for an opening to access the button
at his cuff, and admonishing him, "Just stay still. I can't do
this if you insist on wiggling around."
Brandon failed to obey her. Instead, he slid around behind her,
slipping his arms under hers. He commenced nibbling on her earlobe.
"Brandon, stop that! How do you expect me to free you if you keep
acting that way?"
He continued to nuzzle her, kissing down the side of her neck.
"I don't want to stop. I'm having fun doing this."
"Well I'm not," she replied, struggling to free the button thought
the fabric. Finally she got it, pulling the sleeve off his hand.
His now released-hand slide over her intact left breast, his
fingers rolling the hardening nipple between them.
"Are you sure you're not having fun?" he teased her. "I know I am."
"You are incorrigible!" she replied, attacking the remaining cuff.
She clamped down on him this time, holding his remaining arm
between her own arm and ribcage until the button inside his right
cuff was loosened and his right hand set free. That hand moved to
mirror its twin, rolling the nipple on her right side. Brandon's
little finger traced the surgical scar beneath it as he caressed
her.
"Come on Caroline. Admit it. You've got to be having fun by
now."
"That IS nice," she sighed, leaning her head back against his
shoulder. "You don't know what it means to me when you touch me
like that," she continued, pressing her right hand over his as he
continued to caress her nipples. "No one else ever has. Ever
since the surgery, you're the first one who has ever wanted to
touch me there."
"I want to touch you everywhere," he whispered into her ear.
"There is no part of you that I don't want to touch."
His fingers left both her breasts and moved to her waist, then
down over her outer legs to her ankles, where he slid her shoes and
socks off of her feet. Then she felt his hands retracing their
path, caressing her lower body until his fingers reached the snap
at the waistband of her jeans. She heard rather than felt it
unsnap, with that sound being followed by the sound of a zipper
being lowered. She felt his thumbs as they went under the
waistband of her jeans, and inside the elastic of her panties.
Brandon slide her clothing down over her rounded buttocks, past
her thighs, below her knees as he once more softly whispered to
her, "I want to make love to you. I want to feel you become one
with me."
Caroline assisted him by stepping out of the clothing bunched
around her feet. He returned to kissing the side of her neck,
his kisses continuing across to her right shoulder, and then back
again to her left one. Then his lips lost contact with her skin.
Caroline waited for his kisses to return. But Brandon had more
exotic ideas.
She yelped as she felt the wetness of his tongue licking downward
along her backbone, between her shoulder blades. The licking
continued all the way down to the small of her back, the cooling
trail of moisture sending tingles through her as his tongue lifted
from her skin to be replaced by his lips applying wet kisses to
the dimples at the base of her spine, just above her ass.
She sensed him as he stood back up. He turned her to face him,
guiding her with the gentlest of touches until he could lean into
her and once more join his lips to hers. It was a long kiss, with
his tongue's tip flirting gently with hers - a warm exchange not
yet full of passion, but the predictor of an inferno yet to come.
Caroline returned it in the spirit it was given, knowing there
need be no haste, that the promise given would be fulfilled.
As the kiss ended, Brandon's hands moved to the buckle of his
belt. He would have unbuckled it were it not for the pair of
feminine hands that Caroline placed over his.
"Better let me handle this," she offered, chuckling. "After that
shirt sleeve fiasco, I'm afraid you might hurt yourself."
Brandon would have protested, but seeing the twinkle in her eyes,
he instead raised his hands in surrender.
"I'm never going to hear the end of this, am I?" he asked.
"Probably not."
"Jesus!" he said, speaking to no one in particular. "You slip up
just once and they never forgive you."
Caroline applied herself to the task at hand, unbuckling his belt,
releasing his waistband, and lowering his zipper. She pulled his
trousers and briefs down to his knees then, maneuvering around him,
pushed him back on the bed. He sat down unceremoniously, the
clothing around his knees limiting his ability to move. Caroline's
next targets were his loafers, which she slipped from his feet,
followed by his socks. Finally she slid his trousers and shorts
off and tossed them to one side.
She was now kneeling at his feet, ready to worship his
masculinity. Her hands slid up the outside of his calves and
across his thighs until her thumbs and fingers circled his
testicles and semi-erect penis. She applied mild pressure around
the base of his cock.
"Seems I can remember us doing something like this just yesterday,"
Brandon quipped.
"So what?" she inquired. "Think you're not ready for a rerun?"
"I want more than a rerun. I want to do things right this time."
"And how would you do that?" she asked, smiling wickedly as she ran
her tongue up the underside of his cock to the ridge just beneath
his cockhead.
"I want us to do this together - not just your mouth on me, but
mine on you. I want us to share everything."
Caroline's smile widened at his request. She gave his cockhead
one more lick, then moved back, rising from her knees and walking
around to the side of the bed. He moved toward the head of the bed
to meet her as she sat down next to him, and then lay down with her
head toward the foot of the bed. As she raised her left knee to
give him access to her, he laid back and rested his head on her
thigh, then extended his tongue to caress up and down the lips of
her womanhood. She sighed as she felt him snaking its tip between
her pussy lips.
"Oooooo, I love what you're doing to me," she said as she responded
to the oral skills being employed by her lover. A warm feeling
started spreading through her, less intense than her frantic
response to that same tongue the night before, but at the same
time more satisfying.
She turned her head to face Brandon's body, and circling her lips,
engulfed half of his hardening cock. She could feel him respond,
pushing his hips forward while thrusting his tongue deeper into her
vagina. Her head began to move slowly as her lips slid up and
down along his shaft. They continued this way for many minutes,
Caroline's lips maintaining a slow steady stimulation, while his
tongue between her legs became increasingly aggressive, now
directing almost all its attention to the nub that was her
clitoris. The warm feeling spreading from between her legs
intensified as it radiated outward. As she felt her orgasm
nearing, she let his cock slip from between her lips and cooed,
"Oh Baby, I'm almost there. I'm gonna cum. Please make me cum
for you!"
Brandon responded to her plea by taking her clit between his lips
and sucking on it. Caroline shuttered and came hard, her nectar's
flow signaling her release. He continued to suckle on her clit
until her orgasm had passed and her body could once more relax.
Then he switched to a less stimulating licking along the length
of her slit before raising his head to speak to her.
"All set for the main event?" he inquired. "I'm going to keep
doing what I've been doing until you think your ready."
"First it's your turn," she responded, once more taking his cock
into her mouth. He surprised her by holding her by the hair,
preventing her from moving her lips up and down his shaft.
"That feels wonderful, but please go easy on me. After all, I'm
only human. I really don't want to cum yet. I want to be inside
you, to cum with you, to be one with you. I don't just want your
mouth. I want the whole woman."
His words touched her to the core - to the very depths of her
being. It had been so long since Caroline had felt like a complete
woman. He was renewing her, wanting all of her, accepting her
as she was. She had no words to tell him what she felt. Instead
she granted his request, lessening the friction of her lips over
his hardness.
He returned his mouth to her womanhood, renewing his licking. She
once more felt her arousal. She let it rise, her mouth maintaining
his hardness as her passion increased until she could barely
restrain herself. When she knew the time was right she cried out,
"Now... I'm ready now. Make love to me now."
He raised his head from the pillow of her thigh and, smiling
knowingly, got to his knees beside her. She rolled onto her back,
spreading her knees to either side, her sex his for the taking.
As he positioned himself between her legs she took hold of his
rigid penis, sliding its head along her pussy lips and then setting
it at the entrance to her vagina.
Brandon took his time, holding the moment as the woman beneath him
waited to receive him. He placed his body over hers, supporting
himself with his hands and knees as he lowered his lips to hers
and pushed forward into the warm wetness between Caroline's cunt
lips.
She felt rather than saw his cockhead enter her. He broke their
kiss and again raised himself with his arms, allowing her to look
along the length of their bodies, past her now-unimportant missing
breast to the joining of their beings. As Caroline watched, the
pole of flesh connecting them sink into her body, stretching her,
filling her until, pubic hair to pubic hair, her lover possessed
her completely.
He started to move within her, setting a slow rhythm while she
adjusted to his invasion of her being. As she relaxed beneath him,
the warm glow within her began again. This night Brandon took the
lead, setting the pace, controlling the rising sensations within
her as she surrendered to him. Her feelings were completely
different from those she had experienced the previous day when she
had ridden him in a frenzy. Now there was no fear within her, no
desperate need she had to fulfill. Instead she felt the security
of his acceptance - the strength of his desire for her as he
thrust within her. The fevered intensity of yesterday's encounter
was replaced by something stronger and infinitely deeper that drew
her into union with him.
She could feel the approach of her orgasm, as his thrusts became
deeper and more frequent. She knew it was going to be a good one.
Brandon was showing himself to be a skilled lover, varying the
depth and direction of his pistoning within her vagina, sliding
the full length of his hardness into her on each downstroke, then
pressing his body upward on each upstroke so that Caroline's
clitoris rode the upper surface of his cock as he withdrew. The
sensation was exquisite - raising her to heights of passion she had
never known she was capable of attaining.
He carefully paced himself, not allowing his own approaching
release to control him. He delighted as her nipples hardened into
little pyramids, the hair on his chest rubbing across them with
each thrust of his pelvis. He repeatedly brought her almost to
the brink, then back down a bit, then back up - each time pushing
her to a higher plateau. She locked her ankles behind his back,
the balls of her feet beating a tattoo at the top of his ass,
urging him to increase the depth of his thrusts inside her.
Her release, when it finally came, was among the most intense she
had ever experienced. Waves of pleasure radiated through her,
overwhelming her, carrying her into a realm of pure sensation.
Brandon felt her spasm beneath him, her orgasm triggering his own
as his semen erupted into her, filling her hungry pussy. Clinging
to each other, they came together repeatedly until, their release
achieved, they rested from their labors.
In the warm afterglow of their lovemaking, he held her to him,
rolling her with him until they lay on their sides, his penis
still buried in her warm sheath, their bodies paralleling each
other.
"That was incredible," Caroline responded, her breath still coming
in gasps.
"For me too," Brandon replied. "I'm glad you let me try again.
That was how I wanted to make love to you yesterday. In fact, that
was how I've wanted to make love to you from almost the first
moment we met."
"I've wanted that, too."
"So why didn't you say that, and tell me about your little secret?"
he asked, chiding her gently.
"I was going to," Caroline said softly. "Please try and understand.
This is not something that comes up in regular conversation -
'Oh by the way, I only have one tit'. I don't bring it up unless
I start to care about a man."
"I thought you did care about me," Brandon said.
"I did - too much and too soon. You managed to get around all the
walls I had built to protect myself. Before I realized what was
happening with you I was head over heels. I was so afraid I would
lose you that last night I did something I'm ashamed of. I tried
to hook you with a blowjob."
"Oh?" he inquired, a twinkle in his eye. "Well, you didn't hear
me complaining. But you didn't need to do that. I was hooked a
long time ago."
Caroline blushed a bright pink at his declaration. "But that was
too much for me to hope for. That's why I wanted us to share
something intimate - something that might make you want to stay
when you finally knew the truth. Only it turned out I set myself
up for more than I had bargained for." She smiled coyly at him.
"I should have guessed that you wouldn't be the kind of person
to settle for only half a loaf."
"Or half of you," he concluded.
"I wanted you so much. I hoped that you would be different - that
you would finally be the right man for me."
"And was I?"
"Last night I wasn't sure. I didn't think you'd want me after you
knew my secret."
"Why not? I told you it didn't matter."
"But I couldn't believe you. I saw your face." She looked at him,
pleading for understanding. "You have to look at things through my
eyes. I've heard all the words before. But before, it always DID
matter."
"And now?"
"And now," she replied, tears of joy welling up in her eyes,
"I believe you."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
They remained on the bed, Brandon's now flaccid penis no longer
sheathed, a thin trail of wetness marking its path across
Caroline's thigh when they had finally separated. She cuddled
against his left side, her right nipple pressing his side, her
intact left breast resting on his chest as her fingers played
between his legs, caressing his cock.
"So, do you think you might be free next weekend?" Brandon queried
as he stroked her hair.
"Should be," Caroline responded, smiling. "Why? What did you
have in mind?"
"I was wondering if you'd be up for a little trip about twenty
miles south."
"Sounds interesting. What's the attraction there?"
"Nothing much," he answered quietly. "Just a little town. Hardly
even shows up on the map. I grew up there."
"Oh?" she replied, raising her head to look in his eyes.
"Well, I know that my sister Gloria adores you. I was thinking
it would be nice if I could introduce you to the rest of my family."
Caroline responded soberly, "I'd like that," realizing the
implications of what he was saying to her.
She punctuated her answer by leaning her face into his and kissing
his lips, the kiss slowly deepening until their tongues were
dancing with each other. She felt his cock stir beneath her
fingers.
Caroline reveled in his response. There were no longer any doubts
in her mind. She knew he would be staying the night. And many
other nights to come...
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Tomorrow - Early Sunday Morning:
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"Fate is cruel" it is said. The statement is given as fact - an
acknowledgement of man's eons-old realization that he is not really
in charge of his destiny. But men and women are not without
influence. Fate can be molded by the choices we make. And Fate
need not always be cruel - it can on occasion treat us kindly...
In a small apartment near the center of town, a pair of lovers lies
sleeping. She quietly nestles against him, safe in his embrace,
her spirit renewed by his touch - his affection. He lies there
beside her, sleeping peacefully; sharing the bed of the woman he
knows to be his completion - his soulmate.
In the cosmic scheme of things the pair seems unimportant - just
bit players in the eternal drama. But in the darkness and cold of
an uncaring world, they are so much more than they first seem -
they are the sparks of light pushing back the blackness, creating
an oasis of warmth in the thin chill air. And ultimately, they are
what the drama itself is all about, because in the dark, it is only
the sparks of light, like stars twinkling in a cold winter sky,
which stand out to inspire and guide us.
A pair of lovers lies sleeping, and in their love we are all
renewed and made whole.
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The End.
Bernard Sagon
April 4, 2000
Copyright 2000 - All rights reserved.
(End of part 4 of 4)
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