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e-mail address. Any errors in typing are strictly the
fault of the keyboard. I know I hit the right key.
If you like this story, see my other stories at
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WARNINGS: This story depicts consensual sexual
activity between men and women, or women and women. No
testing on animals was involved in the production of
this story. Some of the participants in the story may
be under the age of 18. If you live in a backward
society, like the United States or Afghanistan, in
which it is illegal for you to know about sex or read
sexual materials immediately delete this from your
computer and scourge yourself with a whip for having
any sexual thoughts. If you are under the age of 18
please continue to pretend you don't know about sex
and continue to get each other pregnant in increasing
numbers so that we have more young single mothers
raising children. Don't learn about safe sex or
contraception as these are tools of the devil. Please
do not masturbate while reading this story in public
places as this can excite the authorities into rash
conduct and result in grave consequences for you.


The Secret Admirer
A Fairy Tale

(MF) 

I was reading a three year old National Geographic
about bats in Indonesia. Typical waiting room reading.
I looked up and saw her sitting behind the reception
desk. She was tall, maybe 5'9. She had a round face
with pale white skin, nicely built and perky breasts.
Her blouse was tight and molded itself to her body and
left an inch of belly showing between it and her tight
pants. The kicker for me was the red hair, long
straight red hair. I just have a thing about true red
heads and she was my ideal. Maybe you wouldn't think
she was beautiful, but I sure did. 

I tried to stare without being noticed. Just the way
she moved was grace personified. She had a nice voice
when she answered the phone. Greeting the next patient
I watched her face light up when she smiled. She's
beautiful and she's nice as well, I thought. I tried
to read about bats. Hell with the bats. I stared at
her again. I tried to guess her age, somewhere between
17 and 21. Too bad. She'd probably think I'm too old. 
Oh well, such is life.

On the way to the examining room I asked the assistant
about the new girl. "Oh you mean Natana?"

"What's her name?' I asked.

"Natana. Her parents were hippies or something. Anyway
they named her Natana. Why would anybody do that to
their kid?" 

Twenty minutes later on the way out I stopped to make
my next appointment. I had trouble concentrating
because I was staring at Natana. I got the appointment
made and beat a hasty retreat.

For the next several nights I went to sleep dreaming
of Natana. I had to 'relieve' myself of the pressure
many of the nights. If she only knew she'd have
slapped my face but I couldn't help myself. Two days
before my next appointment I made a rash decision. I
stopped by the flower shop and had them send a dozen
red roses to Natana the day of my appointment. But I
was still nervous and so I signed the card A Secret
Admirer. I just didn't think she'd be all that
impressed with me. 

I walked into the office and there on the desk were
the dozen roses. They looked wonderful. I stopped at
the desk and asked Natana, "Wow. Are they for you?"

She blushed a little and said, "Yes."

"Birthday?"

"No," she answered quietly.

The other assistant looked over. "They're from a
secret admirer and Natana won't tell us who it is."

"I don't know."

"She says that but who just sends flowers for no
reason? C'mon Natana, you gotta know."

"Well," I said. "They are beautiful. Whoever sent them
must like you a lot." Again she blushed but I could
tell she was pleased.

Fast-forward a month. On my next appointment the
flowers were still the talk of the ladies. The office
manager gave me the story. Natana still didn't know
who sent them. It was driving everyone crazy trying to
figure it out. Natana wanted to know who it was
because she wanted to meet the guy. Hmm.

I sent a card the next day. "I'm glad you liked the
flowers. I hope you don't mind if I stay anonymous.
I'm pretty shy and I'm not sure you'd like me. I just
wanted you to know that you are very beautiful." It
was signed yoursecretadmirer@nospam.com. 

I waited. Two days later I received an e-mail from
Natana. "Hi, Thank you for the flowers. Why don't you
think I'd like you?"

My answer. "Have you ever read Beauty and the Beast?
Not the stupid Disney version. The original story. The
Beast had to stay hidden from the Beauty. Revealing
himself would have led to tragic consequences for the
Beauty.  And he loved her too much to risk her.
Sometimes it is best that way."

Her response. "You must think I'm pretty shallow. Is
it looks? You seem a good person. Why would I care
about how you look? I think I should be insulted."

The invitation: "No. I don't think you are shallow.
And no, it isn't looks. But that's the only clue I can
give you. I hope you won't judge me harshly. Perhaps
we can converse this way."

We started an e-mail conversation. I liked her. I
think she liked me. Then one day the conversation took
a wholly unexpected, on my part, turn.

"Dear Secret Admirer, Ok. Since it's not looks, send
me a photo."

"Dear Beautiful Natana, Nice try dear one. A photo. Ok
here's a photo of San Francisco. I often have dreams
of us together in San Francisco. We have dinner at a
nice restaurant. Then we see a show. Later we are out
dancing and end up at the top of the mark looking out
at the lights of the city as the fog rolls in. Your
hand is in mine as the fog slowly hides the city,
light by light, from our view. When the city has
disappeared we realize that we have each other."

"Dear Secret Admirer, Here's a photo of our room in
San Francisco. You'll notice that the bed is empty. I
have dreams the bed isn't empty. I don't know what to
do about it. Any suggestions?"

"My Dear Beautiful and Surprising Natana, I nearly
hurt myself jerking my head around when I read your
last e-mail. Any suggestions you asked? Oh yes. Many.
How I wish I could make them come true."

"Dear Stubborn Secret Admirer, What's a girl got to
do? You won't tell me where you are so I can't come
drag you. I've tried subtle invitations. Please, don't
make me be a bad girl and beg. It is unseemly for a
woman to beg."

I looked at that e-mail for the longest time. I was
still certain that if she saw me first we'd never get
past that. But maybe if we were lovers first... That's
stupid, I thought. What are you going to do? Wear a
bag over your head? 

I was still looking at that e-mail when a wild idea
popped into my head. It's crazy! Maybe, just crazy
enough. So I sat down and wrote a story about a man
and woman. The man was too shy to meet the lady face
to face. But they had fallen in love. She wanted to
meet him even if she couldn't see him. So they agreed
that she would wear a blind fold. He came to her in
the night through her open window. They held each
other and loved each other. When the first light
appeared he fled through the window before she could
remove the blindfold. She removed her blindfold but he
was gone. I sent the story off.

"Dear Secret Admirer, Hmm. I'm beginning to wonder
about you. Blindfolds? Flying away before dawn? Sounds
like a fairy tale. Does this one end with everyone
lived happily ever after?"

"Dear Princess Natana, I'm not sure about the ending.
I barely know the beginning of this fairy tale. I
think happily ever after takes years to discover. I'm
wondering about the middle of the tale. What happens
next?"

"Dear Secret Admirer, Let's say a girl was just
foolish enough to agree to a fairy tale adventure
involving blindfolds and frogs jumping out windows.
How exactly would this work? And would the frog, I
mean prince, make a concession? Would he agree that at
the end of the adventure and before he jumped out the
window that the princess is allowed to remove the
blindfold? After all, if she's been kissing the prince
she should really get to see him."

"Dear Frog Kissing Princess Natana, Well, that seems a
reasonable request. I've put the suggestion to the
board of fairy tale appeals and they agreed to amend
the story. They spend the night together and she keeps
her promise about the blindfold staying on. But
because of the love they share during the night, the
prince releases her from the promise as the dawn
breaks. So the blindfold comes off before the frog, I
mean prince, flies from the window. She catches sight
of him, hits him over the head with a vase and throws
him from the window. He lands in a heap in the
courtyard. The castle's hunting dogs hear the
commotion and, baying to raise the dead, chase him
from the castle. Oh well..."

"Dear Secret Admirer, I don't have any vases. Tell me
about the night. I'm curious. What passed in the night
between the prince and princess?"

"My Dear Innocent Natana, One can only guess at what
occurred between the prince and princess once the
lights were low. My eyes cannot pierce the darkness. I
hear sounds... But the door is closed and the sounds are
distant and muffled..."

"Dear Secret Admirer, Chicken."

"Dear Natana, Too true, too true."

"Dear Secret Admirer, Is the blindfold really
necessary?"

"Dear Natana, The fairy tale cannot exist without it.
The diaphanous threads holding its parts together
dissolve in the harsh light and the story falls
apart."

"Dear Secret Admirer, I agree."

Two words. Two exceptional words. She agrees. My
stomach was filled with butterflies. I so wanted this
to be wonderful for her. I wanted it to something she
remembered always. Something that would bring her
pleasure every time she recalled it. 


I drove into the parking lot where we had agreed to
meet. I was early and found a place where I could
watch. A few minutes later a car drove in and stopped
out where we agreed. I was far enough away that some
details were obscured. I saw the lady in the car
looking around. She looked around some more. Finally,
she raised her hands to her head and I could tell it
was the blindfold going on. 

I parked next to the driver's side of her car. She sat
quietly but looked apprehensive. I tapped on the
window, three taps, (she jumped at the first tap)
pause, two taps, pause and finally one. She fumbled to
unlock the car door and as I opened it she asked,
"Frog Prince, is that you?"

"Dear Princess Natana, it is I, your secret admirer."
I could tell she was struggling to place the voice but
couldn't. I was relieved. I took her hand and helped
her into my car. I buckled her in. She sat quietly. I
got in and started the car taking her hand in mine.
The alacrity with which she grabbed it made clear her
uneasiness. I held her hand as we drove to my house. I
pulled way in the back. No reason to give the nosy
neighbors gossip material. I guided Natana into the
house, down the long hall and into my room. 

I took her in my arms and kissed her. She resisted at
first and then, remembering why we together, melted
into my arms. Her arms went around my neck and she
kissed me back. Oh Lord, that felt wonderful. My
greatest fear was that she would never respond. Our
kisses became more passionate and our lips parted as
our tongues danced together. Our bodies pressed
together and I felt her body mold itself to mine. Her
breasts rubbed against my chest and our loins met and
then ground into each other. 

I let my hand drop down to her butt and held her
against me. She responded with small circular motions.
It ignited the heat in my body and I rose in response.
She felt the bulge and pressed against it. Oh God. I
wanted her. I wanted to pleasure her. 

My hand traced up to her lower back and I felt bare
skin where her blouse had ridden up. My hand rubbed
her skin and rose higher. Her blouse caught on my
wrist and lifted higher and higher. My hand never
stopped till it reached her neck. I pulled back and
her blouse, which had been pressed between us, flew up
to her neck. She raised her arms inviting me to
continue. I pulled the blouse over her head and
quickly followed with my shirt. Kissing her neck I
looked over and ran my hand over her bra. Finding the
clasp I released it. Natana let her arms dangle and
with a slight shrug, gravity took her bra. Oh Lord,
she was beautiful. I pressed my chest against hers and
our nipples rubbed together. I felt mine grow erect
and hers burrow into my chest. Kissing her the heat of
our combined passions mounted even higher.  Her skin
burned my palms as I held her close to me.

I couldn't wait any longer as I dropped to my knees in
front of her. I took off her shoes and then reached up
to put my thumbs in the waistband of her pants. She
stood still with her hands on my neck softly rubbing.
I felt her encouragement in that touch. Slowly I
peeled her pants down revealing her belly and then
lower her womanly triangle, then her thighs and
finally her shapely calves. She lifted one foot and
then the other. She stood before me like a Goddess
from a Greek temple; a statue of Venus. Her alabaster
skin was pale soft marble come to life. Praxtiles
never created an ideal of beauty to match this woman
that stood before me. I leaned over and kissed her
belly softly. She shuddered. 

Standing, I shed my pants and guided her to the bed.
We lay together our bodies clinging one to the other
her legs intertwined with mine. She kissed me deeply
and passionately. Her pelvis began a bump and grind
against me. She was taken with the fervor of the
moment. Some erotic well spring in her mind had burst
and fervent passion welled forth. 

Still, she said nothing. She encouraged me with her
body. Our bodies spoke the primal language of sensual
love. It was a magnet drawing me to her. I kissed her
neck and then trailed lower. My tongue traced across
her chest until it reached the swelling of her
breasts. I paused, but her hands on my neck pushed me
lower. She thrust her chest at me and my mouth found
her breasts. Taking one then the other I licked and
sucked at her breasts. Her nipple hardened even more.
I licked and sucked and a small moan broke from her
lips. It was her first sound and was torn from her
depths by the rising torrent of her blood.

Her legs wrapped around me and began a lewd dance of
their own.  I kissed lower stopping at the indentation
in her belly to lick and suck. Passing on I felt the
muscles tense as she anticipated what would soon
follow. But I teased her again tracing around her
triangle of hair and passing beyond and down her
thigh. Again a moan but this one of frustration from
her throat. Her fingers dug into my head trying to
pull me up toward her center. 

Her legs splayed apart in desire to be fulfilled. I
moved up and looked at her sweet flower open before
me. The nectar of her arousal was visible on the
petals of her womanhood and the sweet scent assailed
my mind. I had to have her and lunged with my tongue.
She moaned at the electric contact. Her legs flew up
and around my back and her fingers tangled themselves
in my hair to keep me from withdrawing. 

Lapping and sucking I moved along her slit, first
burying my tongue in her hot tunnel and then flicking
at her love button at the top of her slit. As her
passion built I concentrated on her clitoris sucking
it into my mouth and massaging it with my lips. She
started to buck against my face and I was flooded with
her juice. 

She was close but I didn't want her to reach the
ultimate this way. I moved up until my body lay on
hers. I was lined up with her channel. Her hands never
left me as I moved forward. The head touched her
labia. Is there any feeling so wonderful as that
contact? That electric moment of discovery as man and
woman join into one. I positioned myself in her and
slowly pushed. My cock easily slid along her pussy and
buried itself completely. Her walls spasmed around the
invading length of my cock. 

I paused to experience the glorious feeling of making
love with the beautiful woman in my arms. I kissed her
once and then began to run my cock through her
channel. She met every stroke and urged me on. I
picked up the pace and she urged on. I began longer
and harder strokes and she urged me on. Sexual passion
had seized her and the need for release overwhelmed
her. Her hands grabbed my ass and pulled me into her
on each stroke. Our bellies were soon lewdly slapping
together as sweat broke from the wild exertions of our
coupling.

She scratched fingernails across my ass and I felt the
contractions deep in her as she reached the pinnacle.
Her mouth opened and she moaned again biting off the
words she wished to scream. She threw back her head
and beat her heels against me.

It was too much sensation and I felt the cum boiling
up from my balls. The first gush of cum was out before
I even knew it was on the way. Then contraction after
contraction sent my cum deep into her pussy. She was
flooded with our combined spendings. I threw my hips
against her as the need to cum swamped my
consciousness. The last few dribbles left me utterly
spent and I collapsed onto her. 

Our breathing gradually returned to normal. We
clutched at each other kissing gently. I lay in her
arms glad I had been able to experience this rare
moment of Heaven on earth and hoping she had also
experienced that feeling.

She rolled toward me and said her first words since
the parking lot, "Oh prince, now is the time for the
unveiling."

I responded, "Sweet Princess. You have given me so
much I can deny you nothing." Her hands started toward
the blindfold. "But before you do," and she stopped.
"Before the unveiling can I ask once again to remain
your prince. Let me remain as I am."

"But you agreed."

"I will not stop you, I merely asked," I said quietly.

"No, I have given myself to you. I need to know who
you are."

She raised the blindfold from her eyes. She blinked a
few times as her eyes adjusted to the light in the
room and then they focused. "It's you!?!"



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