“All the fear has left me now
– Sarah Mclachlan
I’m not frightened anymore.”
The next morning, Alison woke early. She kissed Christian and told him to sleep in while she got breakfast ready. He cocked an eye so that he could watch her slide out of bed. He never tired of looking at her astounding beauty, especially when she was moving about in the nude. There is something about a naked woman’s natural movement that Christian found more erotic than someone trying to behave provocatively. Strippers and pornography were something that had always made his blood run cold, but watching Alison walk naked across the room to get a glass of water, that was a spiritual experience.
As Alison padded toward the door, Christian felt himself going hard. As it had been almost three weeks without her, he considered having a quiet tamper in her absence. But as if she could read her mind, she stopped and looked at him over her shoulder.
“And no wanking,” she said with a cheeky grin. “You’ll spoil breakfast.” As she was about to step out the door, she paused and said, “Unless him can watch… again,” and disappeared.
That cheeky admonishment got Christian even more excited, but also intrigued. It didn’t make any obvious sense, as wanking and eating breakfast were mutually exclusive. Something was definitely on the cards for that morning. He tried not to think about it and fell back to sleep.
Alison fixed their breakfast, and then carefully cleaned herself to prepare for the morning’s activities. She secretly hadn’t eaten in the last 24 hours, so she was ravenous by then, and eating breakfast now wouldn’t affect her plan. She was as ready as she could ever be, so she donned her apron and went back to rouse Christian for his morning treat.
Alison woke him with a kiss. In the gloom, he could see that she was crouched beside him and wearing a strange white dress.
“Breakfast is ready, sweetie. Put your shorts on and come into the kitchen.” As his eyes adjusted to the light, Alison stood, and it was only then that he realised she was wearing a white apron. However, from the cut of the cloth, Christian could see her breasts peeking out from the side. She wasn’t wearing a top.
“Come in when you are ready,” she told him, her eyes indicting the bathroom. She stood and turned and walked towards the door. It was only then that he noticed she wasn’t wearing any pants, either. “I’ll be waiting.” And she wiggled out the door seductively. Touché, provocation, touché.
Christian knew a sign when given one, so he jumped out of bed and gave himself a quick top and tail, concentrating on his morning-breath. Something was about to go down and he wasn’t going to do anything to repel Alison if he could at all help it.
When Christian got to the kitchen, Alison was walking toward the table, still wearing just her apron. She carried two plates full of breakfast goodies, including bacon, eggs, and toast. With her eyes, she indicated the seat that he should take and placed her plate down opposite him.
“Would you like coffee?” she offered.
“That’d be lovely,” he replied.
“Just one minute.” She smiled at him, then spun around to reveal her bum as she walked back to the kitchen bench. The coffee pot was in direct line from Christian, so he got an extended view of her sporty arse all the way there and while she poured the coffee.
Alison turned around with the cup and instantly spotted him checking her out. She smiled and brought the cup back and placed it before him, leaning in so Christian could get a glimpse of her cleavage.
“Milk?” she asked playfully.
“Yes.”
Alison turned and walked back to the fridge, affording him another opportunity to ogle her behind from behind. She looked back at him again and returned with a small jug of milk. She leaned over and poured it into her cup.
“Say when…” When it was full, she sat down and then asked, “Sugar?”
“Yes, please.”
She got up and again walked away from him. Christian had forgotten all about breakfast by that stage.
“One or two lumps?” Alison offered as she once again leant toward him. He was about to reach out to touch her boobs when she said, “A-a-ah! You’ll have to wash your hands again if you do that!”
Alison sat down and ate slowly, making obvious small talk to tease Christian as he wolfed down his food to get to her faster. She finished, and she asked him if he had enjoyed his meal. Then she said that she would now have to do the washing up. If he hadn’t already picked up on Alison’s tone and intent, then her standing with her bum on full display to him over an empty sink for thirty seconds did the trick.
“Would you like a hand?” Christian asked, taking his cue and stepping up behind her.
“That might be nice, but I’d prefer your dick.” Alison turned to face him. She put her hands around his neck and kissed him. He could feel the blood surging now that he was sure that it was finally game time. She let her hands slide down his sides and hooked her thumbs into his shorts, then eased them down till they passed his quads and gravity took over. She moved down slowly with them, taking Christian in her mouth and sucking his length.
“Oh yes,” he said, expecting nothing more than attention from her expert lips.
“Don’t you want your treat first?” Alison said slyly.
“Isn’t this it?”
With that, Alison stood and reached for a bottle of olive oil that was close at hand. She positioned it over his cock and let it drip out slowly, splattering him with the thick, viscous substance. When she’d covered him, she placed the bottle down and tugged her hand back and forth along his length. From the base to the head and back down, she worked the oil into him while his dick hardened. Her hand dripped with oil, which trickled down and onto the floor. For an insane moment, all Christian thought about was the oil staining her mother’s wooden floorboards before the next wave engulfed him and brought him back to reality.
Alison watched Christian with curious satisfaction, looking for clues that he was on his way. She didn’t have to wait long and by this point; he didn’t care if she missed out on having any fun of her own. If this was her plan, then she must have known what she would do to him and how long he could last. Christian felt the moment approaching and by now Alison knew all of his cues. After sliding her hand up his length one last time, she let him go and took as much oil as she could onto her hand.
“Be gentle,” she whispered, “this is my first time.”
Christian was confused until Alison turned, bent over the sink, and reached up from between her legs to slather the oil onto her anus. His eyes grew the size of dinner plates. Then she rimmed herself and tentatively pushed her finger against the middle of her hole.
It was the last moment to pull out. Alison had psyched herself up for this over several weeks, and now was her chance to draw back from the breach. She could have easily redirected his energy and had Christian just take her from behind again, and he would have been none the wiser. From back there, he would have still gotten a show and he could have imagined whatever he wanted. So, when she put her hand between her legs, all Alison had to do was give him the nod or guide him in as usual, and it still would have been another perfect moment. But she had worked herself up too much. She’d come so far in her journey, and she might never get the nerve to try this again. When her finger touched her rim, Alison decided. All of her nerve endings were on fire, and it felt so fucking good. She couldn’t unfeel that and from where Christian stood over her, there was no prospect of him unseeing it either.
With a little nervousness and a bit more pressure, Alison pressed on her sphincter and closed her eyes. The oil eased the way, but the sensation was akin to burning and she almost jumped forward. Her left arm took her weight against the sink, but her boobs jiggled as she arched away. She worked her finger in and out for a moment and, the die cast, turned her head so she could look him in the eye.
Trying to maintain her cool, Alison said, “Well, what are you waiting for?”
Christian untied Alison’s apron and let it fall away from her inclined torso, her breasts now free of their feeble restraint. He committed the moment to memory, and slowly dragged his fingers, one hand at a time, from her neck to the small of her back, allowing each to settle on her hips. As he moved closer toward her, a visible shiver went up her spine.
Christian took her hips in his hands and positioned himself directly behind her. He inched closer until he was just millimetres away. She shivered, her body automatically defending itself against her will. As he made contact, she involuntarily arched, trying to curl away from him, but his hands held her fast. Alison’s body would have normally craved him, but now it tried to recoil. She could feel his slight pressure on her, just touching, almost reluctant; ever the gentleman.
“It’s ok,” Alison heard herself say, “I want this.”
He paused a moment longer, then eased himself in. She was on red alert, her body trying desperately to override her resolve. Even now she still could have called this off, but a moment later it was too late, and he was in.
Alison had felt nothing like it before, a sharp pain that was so specific and intense. The sensation was ten times more concentrated than what her finger had just produced. A burning feeling coupled with a sense of tearing. Christian was big, but now that he was inside her arse, he felt like the size of a fist. She jumped and cried out, but with the sink just inches away from her head, she had nowhere to go. Her body had one exit, and that was to back away from the solid metal object and into the danger behind. Alison knew that she’d made a bad choice. But a moment later, a sense of calmness overtook her. The pain didn’t get worse and quickly ebbed away, even though she was still visibly shaking and grunting when Christian began his slow thrusts.
After the initial shock, there was a feeling of mild pleasure. The pain was still there, but it was bearable and was more akin to a slight sense of discomfort. It helped that Christian was being as slow as he could manage. Alison forgot about initial shock and focussed on the other sensations that she could feel: the gentle rocking; the air on her body; her breasts swaying back and forth; and the curious sensation of being full despite her day-long fast.
In her position, Alison could hold herself up with just the one hand and alternately squeeze her breasts and stretch her little dick with the other. Christian was taking longer than she had expected and as her body was now used to him being in her bum, she decided to get a little something for herself. The oil still covered her hand, which made her fingers feel slippery and warm. She held her lips apart with her first and third fingers and began circling with her index, something that she’d been doing since she was fifteen but had become more regular in the last months. Despite, or more probably because of, all the amazing sex she’d been having since she’d met Christian, Alison constantly felt horny. She felt in need of a release every day, certainly at night, especially if she had picked up and read one of his letters. In fact, anytime Alison thought about him at all, she just needed to cum.
With that on her mind, Alison kept working toward her release and had almost forgotten about what was going on behind in her behind. It actually felt pretty nice back there. Not the same as having his cock in her vagina but a brief intervention there by one of her fingers was a pleasantly stimulating shock that helped push her closer and closer to the edge.
They hadn’t been at it too long when she felt Christian quicken his stroke. He had excellent stamina, so he was more likely ending than tiring. Alison would have normally slowed him by altering her position or thrusts, but as an experiment, she was happy that this one had been a success. She had already thought about what would happen at the end and how best to avoid any potential mess on the floor. As Christian’s breathing began to shallow, Alison turned her head as far as she could and saw that he was ready.
“Cum in my bum,” she said.
A crooked half smile came across Christian’s face, and he thrust with more force. That hurt Alison a little, but he still wasn’t really pounding himself into her. Alison couldn’t complain. This had to happen if she wanted it to be over soon. A few more thrusts and his breathing stopped; his orgasm inevitable. She slipped a second finger in as a reward for her sacrifice, working them both harder to squeeze a little more pleasure out of the last moments. Christian came and collapsed over her onto the sink. His extra height allowed him to reach forward and support his weight. She gave him a while to recover before she told him to stay in till he was soft. If anything bad was to happen, it probably would if he suddenly withdrew. They stayed like that for a few minutes until Alison felt it was safe and then they headed to the shower.
For the rest of that day, they lounged around the house, doing small chores but just relaxing and taking their time. There were lots of kisses and cuddles and even a little afternoon nap, but nothing more. Alison was still feeling battered and bruised from the morning, and Christian was sensitive enough not to ask for anything more that day. It was then that she found another reason to love him; his gentleness. They had been having reunion and farewell sex almost every week for months. His passion for her was incredible and flattering but now that they had a little more time and she was in some discomfort–nothing bad, just still feeling it–she really appreciated his consideration and that she hadn’t had to ask him to back off. That night, Alison dropped Christian at his battalion depot in his car. She had the next two nights to herself to catch up on some study and relax in her childhood home. But after only a little while, she missed him, despite his proximity, which was now one hundred times closer than usual. Her thoughts then turned to what they hadn’t discussed on Friday night. Her parents divorced when she was young, but Alison knew her mother had kept her ring for Alison to have one day. She went to her mother’s room and found the jewellery box. Alison took it out and put it on; it fit. Alison felt her heart skip a beat; it felt right. Alison was so happy she cried.
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