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Subject: {ASSM} "Their Greatest Fear" (MF, ds, rom)
Date: Sun, 20 Oct 2002 19:10:03 -0400
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If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
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Copyright (C) 2002 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit
without the written permission of the author.  This
story may be freely distributed with this notice
attached.  The author may be contacted at 'MyStores at
normdeploom dot com'

All the characters and events in this story are
fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is
entirely coincidental.

Their Greatest Fear

By
Norm DePloom

Karen was scared and nervous, not to mention excited.
After a yearlong relationship by IM, email and phone
she was about to meet in person the man whose voice on
the other end of the phone never failed to get her
wet.  Just seeing his name in the IM pop-up window, or
listed in her inbox had the same effect on her.
'Cyber' and phone sex had been a part of their
relationship from the beginning.  This was the man who
knew more about her than anyone else in the world ever
had.  Karen had shared secret desires and fantasies
with John that not even her life long best friend, or
her most intense of past lovers had ever learned.  In
their many cyber and phone sessions John had pulled
her into areas of fantasy she had never dreamed of
before.  John's requirements for her visit had been
clearly.

"I want this clearly understood from the beginning,"
Karen could still hear his voice on the phone, as
distinctly as it would be if she had still been
talking to him, "I'm going to expect, no, demand sex."
Karen remembered the soft "Yes, of course."   That
came from her when she heard him over the phone.

"I don't want you to get here only to start talking
about 'needing to get to know each other better'.  I'm
going to fuck your pussy," Karen remembered how she
had worked her empty Bud bottle in and out of her wet
cunt while she listened to John's statements of his
expectations, "I'm going to fuck your ass," he had
continued over the phone, "I'm going to fuck your
mouth."  Karen remembered the moan that had escaped
her mouth as she had listened to John's recitation of
the sex acts she was going to be expected to perform.
One question kept pushing the other thoughts from
Karen' mind.  What if the tender caring side of his
personality, the side that made his demanding exterior
so exciting, didn't shine through in real life like it
did over the phone, or while they were chatting
online?

Now that the planes wheels were actually touching down
on the runway at the San Francisco International
Airport, Karen's only coherent thought was 'My god,
what am I doing'.  The excitement, the memories, and
even the fear contributed to the wetness between
Karen's legs as she recovered her carry on bag and
made her way to the door of the plane.

--------------------

John had driven over the day before and checked into
the room he had reserved on the thirtieth floor of the
Downtown Marriott's.  The next day he slept in then,
after eating a late lunch in his room, and requesting
that the room be cleaned before he returned from the
airport, John rode the elevator down to the lobby and
found a seat in the cafe where he ordered a double
mocha and worked on his PocketPC until it was time to
pick up Karen.  Climbing into the limo he had ordered,
John rode in quite expectation to the airport.  In
spite of his demands over the phone John was nervous,
and a bit apprehensive.  A whole catalogue of 'what
ifs' ran through his mind as he road to meet the woman
who had shared, and enjoyed his secret sexual
fantasies for the last year.  He knew it was much
easier to project an air of dominance and authority
over the phone and through computer chats than it was
in real life.  One question kept running through his
mind.  What if she sees through his demanding
exterior?  What if she sees his concern for her, his
tender thoughts?  Would she no longer respect him as
the dominant figure he had been during their long
distance relationship?

--------------------

Karen deplaned walked into the terminal looking for
the self described 'Santa Clause before his hair had
finished turning white'.  She smiled as she remembered
how concerned he had been, when they started
exchanging pictures, that she might reject him because
he was a bit on the 'stout' side.

"As if that would matter to me." Karen said out loud,
drawing quick looks from the people around her, as she
scanned the crowd looking for her 'Daddy' as she had
gotten in the habit of calling him.  Karen caught site
of him and her heart began to pound.  Just a fraction
of a second later John looked in her direction and
their eyes locked.  A thrill ran through Karen's body,
a thrill like she'd never felt with any other man.
Even from this distance she felt like she was being
consumed by his desire for her.

--------------------

John arrived at the airport and, leaving the limo and
driver outside, went into the terminal to meet Karen.
Early in their discussion of this meeting John
concluded that there were only three possible
outcomes.  The first possibility was that they would
meet, decide they didn't really like each other that
much then part and loose contact with each other.  The
second possibility was that they would meet, have a
fun, sex filled weekend then part and, after a few
more months as cyber friends/lovers, drift apart.  The
third possibility was that they would meet and form
such a tight bond with each other that they never
wanted to be separated again.  They had both been
honest enough to admit that possibility number three
was there greatest fear.  Number three would bring
complete upheaval to both of their lives.

As John looked over the crowed his eyes locked with
hers.  They began to work their way through the people
around them toward each other without breaking their
eye contact.  It seemed to be one of those 'movie
moments' where everything else faded into the
background.  The terminal seemed to get suddenly and
strangely quit.

As he walked toward Karen, John remembered how
concerned she had been about her constant battle with
her weight.  He remembered her confiding in him that
she didn't think her breasts were the right size for
her body, that her nipples were too small, and the
hundred's of other things that concerned women about
their bodies.

"How could she think her body was anything but
perfect?"  John asked himself softly as they walked
towards each other.  Even her hair, a color john did
not normally find attractive, looked beautiful, on
her.  They met, and stood for a moment looking at each
other while the crowed surged around them, then Karen
put her carry on bag on the floor next to her.  John
opened his arms and she melted into them.  Their
mouths met in a short, but passionate, kiss then John
picked up her bag and, putting his arm around her,
began to guide Karen through the crowed.  Karen's
fears about John's 'softer side' were assuaged during
the first thirty seconds they were together by the
barrage of questions he asked, coming one after the
other almost to quickly for her to answer.

"How was the flight?  Are you hungry?  Do you need to
visit the restroom before we leave?"  Karen could not
remember them all, only that each one expressed a
concern for her and her well being.  Karen was already
feeling safe, and cared for, by the time the chauffer
opened the limo door and helped her in.

"Let us know when we're about five minutes away from
the hotel."  John told the driver then pushed the
button raising the privacy panel and flipped the
switch turning off the speakers in the front.

Karen looked over the inside of the vehicle.  It was a
limo built to hold six with two bench seats facing
each other and plenty of room between them.  As the
limo began to pick its way through the airport
traffic, John turned to Karen and, pulling her body
close to his, brought his mouth to hers.  Finishing
the kiss that had only been hinted at in the terminal,
John gently cupped one of Karen's breasts and felt her
moan against his lips as he flipped his thumb back and
forth across her rapidly hardening nipple.  Breaking
off the kiss, John urged Karen off the seat, and onto
her knees in front of him.

"No," John said, gently holding her shoulders as
Karen, thinking she knew what he wanted began to lean
forward, toward his lap, "wait."  Karen remained on
her knees as John pulled a box from his coat pocket
and, opening the box, let her see the thick gold Omega
necklace inside.  Karen looked into his eyes and only
hesitated a second before nodding her head.  John
removed the necklace from its box and, pushing her
hair out of the way fastened it around Karen's neck.
It was a perfect fit, Karen decided as she reached up
and ran her fingers over the smooth heavy gold, tight
enough that she would always be aware of it, but not
so tight that she felt like she was being choked.
Karen desperately wanted to open her carry on bag and
get out her mirror so she could see how she looked
with John's heavy gold collar around her neck, but
that would have to wait.  John was unbuttoning her
blouse.  Karen blushed, and trembled slightly, so long
had she thought her breasts to be inadequate that she
was sure John would no longer want her after he'd seen
them.

Slowly, taking his time, John unbuttoned Karen's
blouse then pulled it open letting the sleeves slide
down her arms.  Karen's blush, and apprehension
increased as john sat silently looking at her exposed
breasts.  Placing a hand on each of Karen's upper arms
John leaned forward and gently kissed each of her
nipples in turn, sending chills down her back.  After
bestowing the kisses John looked into Karen's eyes.

"Never again," he said with total seriousness, "do I
want to hear you say anything derogatory about your
breasts."  After leaning forward and kissing her
nipples once again he continued. "From now on you will
refer to them only as 'My beautiful breasts'."  This
wholehearted, and apparently sincere praise of her
breasts made Karen blush more hotly than she had in
years.  "Say it now."  John commanded.

"My beautiful breasts."

"Say it like you mean it."

"My beautiful breasts." Karen said more firmly,
followed by a sigh of pleasure as John leaned forward
and began to suckle on her right nipple.  Karen
wrapped her arms around John's head, both to help
support herself as the limo moved through the freeway
traffic, and to allow her to stroke his fine wavy
hair.  John moved to Karen's left breast while he
unhooked the waistband of Karen's slacks then unzipped
the fly and worked them down off her hips.  Karen
spread her legs as far as she could with her slacks
still around her thighs.  She was ached to be touched,
to feel his hands on her body like she had imagined so
many times.  John cupped Karen's firm butt with both
hands gently kneading her rear in sync with his mouth
suckling on her breast.

"Oh, yes."  Karen said breathlessly as John moved his
right hand around to cup her smooth clean shaved
crotch.  John loved the feel of Karen's smooth pussy.
He'd never been with a woman who had shaved her pubic
hair, and had never thought he would find it exciting.
Karen let her hands move up and down John's back as
his fingers explored her large sensitive clitoris.

"It is big." John confirmed letting Karen's nipple
slip from his mouth.

"I told you it was."  Karen whispered in John's ear
then kissed his neck.  John had been imagining his
first encounter with Karen's clitoris since she had
confided in him that it was a quarter inch long and
very sensitive.  Keeping his thumb on Karen's 'monster
clit' as they'd come to call it during their phone and
chat sessions, John eased his finger into her wet
cunt.  Karen clung to John, kissing his neck and the
parts of his face not covered by his full beard, while
his fingers explored the depths of her warm, wet
pussy.  After several minutes of exploration John
removed his hand from Karen's crotch and leaned back
in the seat, stretching his legs out on each side of
Karen.

Karen sat back on her heals then leaned forward and,
balancing as best she could in the moving car,
unbuckled John's belt and unzipped his trousers.
She'd been waiting for a year to pleasure this man in
person and Karen did not want to wait one second
longer.  She wanted to repay him for the mind-blowing
orgasms she'd had thanks to the stories and fantasies
he had woven for her during those long and numerous
chat and phone sex sessions.  Pulling John's already
hard cock from his trousers, Karen lowered her head
and kissed it gently just as he'd first kissed her
nipples.  Then, cupping his balls with just the
firmness that experience told her men liked, she
licked up and down the underside of his cockshaft
several times before she engulfed his cockhead with
her mouth and swirled her tongue repeatedly around the
ridge where the head attached to the shaft.    Karen
was rewarded with a moan from deep in John's chest as
he pushed forward with his hips, moving his cock
deeper into Karen's eager wet mouth.

Karen used every trick she'd learned sucking cocks
since she was fifteen years old, and every detail
she'd gleaned from John's stories and fantasies about
his desires, in her effort to make this the best oral
sex John had ever received.  Karen had bragged that,
in high school, she had been known as 'The Queen of
the Blowjobs', as she effortlessly took his cock into
her mouth and throat, not stopping until her nose was
buried in his pubic hair, John decided that her brag
had not been hallow.  When John's cock began to erupt,
Karen held just its head in her mouth, collecting his
cum on her tongue where she could enjoy the flavor of
it before swallowing.  When Karen sat back on her
heels after ingesting his sperm, John patted the seat
next to him.  Karen moved up onto the seat and sat
with John's arm around her, their clothes in disarray
as they kissed and gently explored each other's bodies
until the driver warned them they were approaching the
hotel.  John helped Karen retrieve her blouse from the
floor and pull up her slacks then zipped and fastened
his trousers just as the limo pulled up to the door of
the hotel.

Karen shivered when the cold breeze hit her, feeling
like it would knife through her to the very core of
her being.  She was happy that John put his arm around
her, it didn't block the wind, but the protective
thought behind it warmed her soul.  John paid the
driver, with a healthy tip then picked up Karen's case
and headed for the hotel lobby.  As much as he enjoyed
the sight of her nipples standing at attention under
the thin material if her blouse, John wanted to get
Karen out of the cold wind as quickly as possible.
Karen made futile efforts to straighten her hair as
John ushered her across the lobby to the bank of
elevators.   Once in the elevator Karen looked at her
reflection in the mirrored wall as she gently ran her
fingertips over the gold Omega necklace.  It looked
lovely around her neck, the luster of the gold brought
out the color of her skin.  The necklace had the heavy
feel of good quality gold.  Karen couldn't begin to
guess how much it cost.  John watched Karen looking at
the necklace in the mirror.  Since they were, at least
so far, alone in the rapidly moving elevator, he set
her carry on case on the elevator floor and moved
Karen a little closer to the mirror then stood behind
her with his hands on her shoulders and the front of
his body touching Karen's back at almost every point.

"That looks so right on you."  John whispered in
Karen's ear, his breath causing chills to run down her
spine.  John bent his head, moving his mouth down from
Karen's ear to her neck, where he gently kissed her
warm soft skin, sending further chills down her back.
As he continued kissing her sensitive neck John
slipped his hands off Karen's shoulders.  Moving his
hands between Karen's arms and her sides John embraced
her from behind and cupped her breasts through her
blouse.

"What are these?"  He whispered in her ear between
kisses.

"My beautiful breasts," Karen answered with an
obedient sigh as she slowly moved her hips, rubbing
her backside against the growing hardness in John's
trousers.

"Whose beautiful breasts are they?"  John asked softly
as he flicked his thumbs up and down over Karen's
hardening nipples.  Karen was silent for a couple of
seconds, then seemed to melt into John's strong,
supportive arms as she answered.

"My beautiful breasts, like every other part of my
body belong to you, Daddy."  John turned Karen half
way around and, with his left hand on the back of her
head, brought his mouth to hers.  As his tongue pushed
between Karen's lips John slipped his right hand
inside her blouse to cup her breast without the
interfering material between his palm and Karen's hot
skin.  Karen sighed deeply and returned John's kiss.
Her right hand slipped from the Omega necklace down to
her 'Daddy's' crotch where she massaged the length of
his hard cock through the cloth of his trousers.

The elevator slowed in preparation to stopping.
Breaking the kiss, John glanced at the floor number
then, since it wasn't their floor, moved Karen in
front of him and, still embracing her from behind with
his hands resting on her belly just below her breasts,
nestled his hard cock up against Karen's firm butt.
Karen crossed her arms, letting her hands rest on top
of John's.  An older couple got on the elevator,
smiled at John and Karen then turned and faced the
front.  The door closed noiselessly and, as the
elevator began it's upward journey, Karen flexed her
gluteus maximus muscles, clenching and unclenching her
butt on John's hard cock.  Karen gently caressed the
back of John's hands as they watched the floor numbers
being counted off by the display above the door.  She
loved the way his beard tickled against the side of
her neck.

The elevator stopped on the thirtieth floor and John,
releasing his grip on Karen, retrieved her case from
the floor then, making no attempt to hide the state of
his cock, put his arm around her and walked into the
hallway.  Karen looked back at the older couple as she
was putting her arm around John.  The older woman
smiled then winked at her just as the door closed.

Karen caught her breath when she stepped into the
hotel room, the wall of the room directly across from
the door was virtually all glass.  From thirty floors
high Karen looked out across the darkening city by the
bay as lights winked on in every direction.  Although
the view was inspiring, Karen would not approach
closer to the window than about ten feet.

"Give me my case," Karen demanded suddenly, like she
had just remembered something, "I've got a surprise
for you."  She grinned, as excited as a kid on
Christmas morning, as she took a small plastic bag
from the case.  "You wait right here," she ordered as
she headed for the bathroom, "I'll be right back," she
finished, closing the door behind her.

As soon as Karen disappeared into the bathroom, John
picked up the phone and pressed the button for room
service.  While he waited for the call to be answered
John noticed the brown, label-less bottle in Karen's
case.  With a smile playing across his lips, John
picked up the bottle and examined it for signs of
recent use.  When the room service operator answered,
John returned the bottle to Karen's case and ordered
dinner.

Karen's heart beat rapidly with excitement as she
closed the bathroom door.  She had been planning this
since the moment they had begun discussing her visit.
Karen quickly stripped off her blouse and slacks, and
was once again struck by the beauty of the heavy gold
collar around her neck.  She paused once again to run
her fingers over the polished gold, before taking the
garment out of the plastic bag.  Of all the stories
and fantasies that John had spun for her over the
Internet, or over the phone, the one that excited her
the most was about being forced to go out in public
wearing a T-shirt that declared her to be the property
of her 'Daddy'.

Karen pulled the T-shirt she had designed, carefully
modeled after one of the shirts the fictional Karen
had made, over her head.  The bottom of the shirt had
been re-tailored, cut high on the hips, the front and
back came to points directing the gaze directly to
Karen's smooth shaved pussy in the front, and her ass
in the back.  On the front of the shirt, spaced
carefully across the curves of her breasts were the
words "Daddy's Girl".  Karen looked at her reflection
in the mirror, as she had many times at home while she
was crafting the shirt.  The gold Omega necklace
hugging her throat like a collar only added to the
impact of the message.  As Karen reached for the
doorknob, she paused.  The reality of actually
stepping into the other room and facing John, her
'Daddy', wearing an outfit that screamed 'fuck me, I'm
yours' brought up all of Karen's worst fears and self
doubts.  Karen turned back to the mirror and looked at
herself with that critical eye which finds and
magnifies every fault, real or imagined.  Karen might
not have come out of the bathroom at all if she hadn't
remembered something that John had said to her one
night during a long phone conversation.  It had been a
time in her life when she had been even more 'down' on
herself than usual.  John had listened patiently while
she had catalogued every one of her supposed physical,
emotional and intellectual defects, then had responded
with words she'd never forget.  Learn to see yourself
through the eyes of a person who loves you, he had
told her that night; learn to see yourself through my
eyes.

"Beautiful breasts."  Karen said to her self, her
voice a barely audible whisper.  "I have beautiful
breasts."  Karen opened the door to model the shirt
for her Daddy.

John had just hung up the phone when he heard the
bathroom door open.  He turned just as Karen walked
out of the bathroom.  His cock, which had begun to
soften a bit from the excitement of the elevator ride,
re-hardened as he watched Karen, dressed only in the
'Daddy's Girl' T-shirt walk across the room towards
him.  She paused a few feet in front of him, her eyes
looking at the floor, appearing to be a little girl
unsure if she was going to be praised, or punished for
what she had done.

"Come here, Little One."  John said.  Karen almost ran
the last few steps, flying into his arms.  John hugged
her tightly, then kissed her forehead.

"Why are you crying?"  He asked, still holding her
tight.

"That's the first time you've called me 'Little One'
since I arrived," Karen explained wiping away a tear,
"you just made me so happy.  I was afraid you didn't
like me, in person, enough to use that name."  Crying
because she's happy, John thought, there are some
things about women that men are just not meant to
understand.  John kissed his Little One very
thoroughly.

"I noticed," John said, several minutes later, after
breaking off the kiss, "that you brought 'bud' with
you like I requested."  Karen blushed at the mention
of her favorite masturbation tool, the one that her
Daddy had commanded that she bring with her.  "I've
wanted to watch you," John continued, as he walked her
toward the bed, "ever since you first told me how much
you loved fucking your self with your 'bud'."  Karen
feeling both embarrassed and excited sat on the edge
of the bed and started to pull the 'Daddy's Girl'
shirt off over her head.

"No," John ordered in a gentle voice, "leave it on,"
John gave Karen what he hoped was a wicked grin, "for
now."  Karen smiled at her Daddy and lay back on the
bed.  John reached down to gently and firmly separate
her thighs.  Karen, experiencing a totally unexpected
shyness hesitated momentarily.  John sat on the edge
of the bed and caressed Karen's inner thigh while he
waited for her to begin.  Karen looked into John's
eyes as she slowly moved the mouth of the beer bottle
up and down the folds of her pussy, picking up
lubrication in preparation to inserting it.  Karen had
explained to John during one of their long IM chats
that the Budweiser beer bottle was just the right
shape for her.  The neck was long enough for good
penetration and it flared just right at the base of
the neck to stimulate her clitoris.  Despite having
purchased several different vibrators, including one
recommended by Dr. Ruth on television, Karen had
always come back to her bud.  John watched with
obvious interest as the neck of the beer bottle began
to slip into Karen's wet cunt.  As he watched John's
hand left Karen's thigh and moved up across her belly
and under the T-shirt.  John pinched Karen's nipple
while she pushed the bottle further into herself.
Still watching the neck of the bottle moving in and
out of Karen's pussy, and while he continued to pinch
and gently tug on her nipple with his right hand john
began to unbutton his shirt with his left.  His eyes
never leaving his 'Little One' john took of his shirt,
then his trousers.  Moving towards the head of the bed
John placed his hand on the side of Karen's head and,
with just a hint of pressure, indicated he wanted her
to move closer.

Karen rotated her body, moving the top half towards
the edge of the bed, then took her Daddy's cock into
her warm mouth.  John leaned forward and, resting his
hands on each side of Karen's body, continued to watch
her fucking herself with the bottle while he pushed is
cock deeper into her mouth.  Karen's hips were moving
to meet the bottle's in and out movement and John
could see her pussy's rhythmic clamping and unclamping
on the bottle.  He could feel the deep moans vibrating
against his cock as he fucked into her mouth matching
the pace of the bottle in her cunt.

Karen had always loved sucking on cocks.  If she had
been able to have orgasms just from having a cock in
her mouth she would probably still be a virgin as far
as her pussy was concerned.  Karen had come to San
Francisco already in love with this man, and she had
fallen in love with his cock as soon as her lips had
touched it in the limo.  To have his cock moving in
and out of her mouth, back and forth over her tongue,
her lips dragging up and down its shaft intensified
her orgasm and left her almost out of her mind with
joy.

John loved licking pussy as much as Karen loved
sucking cock.  He has often told Karen that he wished
he had a mouth right above his dick so he could fuck
and eat at the same time.  As her orgasm neared its
peak, John took the bottle away from Karen, she felt
like screaming in frustration until she felt his mouth
and tongue working on her pussy lips and especially on
her large clitoris.  Sucking her clitoris between his
lips, John flicked his tongue back and forth over it,
relentlessly driving her over the peak.  As the orgasm
rushed through her body Karen felt John's cock begin
to twitch in her mouth.  Reaching over her head Karen
grasped John's butt with both hands and held him deep
in her mouth until his cock had stopped jerking, only
releasing him when she was sure every last drop of his
cum had been left on her tongue.

John climbed over Karen to lie on the bed next to her,
with their mouths still close to each other's
genitals.  They both continued to explore each other's
bodies with their hands and gentle kisses until they
were interrupted by a loud nock on the door and a
muffled 'Room Service'.

"Go in the bathroom."  John instructed Karen then
hurried her with a playful swat on her backside.  John
quickly pulled on his trousers then answered the door.

"Set it up on the table by the window."  He instructed
then, when the waiter was done, he signed for the food
and, after moving the 'Do Not Disturb' sign to the
outside knob closed the door and double locked it.

"Dinners ready," John yelled in the direction of the
bathroom, "if you're not out here in thirty seconds
I'll throw it to the hogs."   John met Karen just
outside the bathroom door and pulled the 'Daddy's
Girl' T-shirt off over her head.

"Now," he announced, "you're properly dressed for
dinner."  John offered Karen his arm.  Naked except
for her new gold Omega necklace Karen allowed John to
escort her across the room.  Since it was dark
outside, and the lights were on in the room, Karen was
able to trick herself into thinking that the window
was a mirror, and not think about the thirty-floor
drop to the hard pavement just inches and a thin pane
of glass away from her.  Being so high above the
street it never occurred to her that anyone could be
watching her.  John removed the covers from the plates
and they began to eat.

"One popular pastime in San Francisco," John said as
they both took their first bites of food, "as in most
big cities, is spying on neighbors with binoculars and
telescopes."  Karen froze in mid chew, and looked at
the window beside her.  Past the reflection of her
naked body Karen could make out the lights of the
city.

"It's not the lights you have to worry about."  John
said as he took another bite.  "It's the dark windows
that harbor the voyeurs."  Karen finished chewing and
swallowing her first bite.  Resisting the urge to
cover her body, Karen carefully cut and ate another
piece of her stake.

"How many men," John asked with a sly smile, "do you
think have found you setting naked at this window, so
prominently displayed to the city?"  John could see
the shiver run down Karen's spine.

"Be truthful," John continued taking another bite of
his stake, "does it turn you on thinking about all
those men stroking their hard cocks while they watch
you through their binoculars?"  Karen took a moment to
think about the question before she answered.  Was the
heat in her belly just what was left over from the sex
they'd had just a few minutes ago?  Karen imagined
men, hundreds of them, watching her eating her dinner
naked, while they stroked themselves and felt a surge
of excitement.

"Yes." She answered.  John got up from the table and
moved a floor lamp over so it would highlight Karen,
then turned off the rest of the room lights.

"Proper lighting is a must," he said as he sat back
down and continued eating.  The reduced lighting made
it easier for Karen to see the city outside the room,
and harder for her to pretend that she wasn't seated
just inches away from a thirty story drop.  The warmth
in Karen's belly, and the wetness between her legs
continued to grow during dinner.  No matter where the
conversation went, thoughts of men becoming excited
and jerking off as they looked at her naked body while
she remained safely anonymous stayed in her mind.

"Stay where you are."  John instructed her after their
food was gone, and time had been spent enjoying the
after dinner conversation.  He pulled the table and
the other chair to the far side of the room leaving
her naked in a pool of light in front of the window.
Still wearing his trousers John returned to Karen.
"Stand up."  He ordered, then pulled the chair away
when she obeyed his command.  Standing behind her John
turned Karen to face the window, then took her wrists
and lifted her hands over her head and rested her
palms on the cold glass.  Karen's body trembled in
fear and excitement.  John slowly slid his hands down
her arms, across her armpits, down her sides, around
to her belly then down to her exposed crotch.

"Spread your legs."  John whispered in Karen's ear as
he explored her body.  Her palms still resting on the
glass over her head, Karen carefully picked up one
foot and moved it a few inches away from the other.
Karen gasped as John gently pulled her cunt open and
pushed a finger inside.  "A little more."  He said,
patting the inside of her thigh with his other hand.
Karen, trying not to put her weight on the glass,
spread her legs a bit more.  Holding her firmly with
one hand on her crotch, forcing her to arch her back,
John pushed Karen's face and breasts against the
window.  Her nipples hardened further when they
contacted the cold glass.  Karen heard the zipper of
John's trousers being undone, then heard the contents
of his pockets hit the carpeted floor as his trousers
slid down his legs.  John moved forward and Karen felt
his hard cock pushing between her legs.  Using his
hand from the front, John guided his cock into Karen's
wet pussy.  Once planted deep inside her, John wrapped
his left arm around her middle to help support her and
began to move the thumb of his left hand in circles
around Karen's clitoris.

Karen desperately wanted to fuck her self back onto
John's cock, but she was terrified of putting too much
weight on the glass.  Instead she gently rocked her
hips barely moving her cunt on John's hard dick.  John
continued to stand behind Karen teasing small
movements from her with his thumb on her clitoris
until they both exploded in mutual orgasmic pleasure.
As soon as their orgasms subsided John reached over
and turned off the light then pulled Karen away from
the glass and into his arms.  Karen clung to John as
he walked her back over to the bed.

"I think," Karen said as they laid together, arm in
arm, naked on the bed in the dark room looking at the
lights of San Francisco, "that our worst fear has come
true."

"Yes," John agreed pulling her even closer to his
body, "now it begins for real."



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Carpe noctem.
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