Guilty Secret

"Bitch!" he growled, but I could see the flame leap in his eyes. He was loving this, and he hated it. I know he was startled at how strong I was, because he kept trying to flip me back over, and I was having none of it. I dug in more with my thighs and switched directions, sliding along so easily with all of my juices coating him like they were. I could feel him tensing up, and I knew that he was getting beyond aroused.

"You better speak up, baby. I don't think your cock can take much more. Wouldn't it feel so much better to blow that load inside my tight pussy?" I purred against his skin before nipping a tight bronzed nipple and making him gasp.

"Fuck! Give it to me! Slide that pussy on me now! I told you that I had to be inside you again, don't make me wait any longer." He moaned like a man in pain, but I knew it to be the sweetest form of torture. I decided that he had suffered enough, so I circled around the tip one last time before slowly sinking down enough to cover the engorged head. I went down one more inch, then backed away. I sank down a bit more this time, and when he started to thrust I pulled back all the way to the edge. Right before he had the chance to yell at me again, I used all the force I could gather and slammed down onto him, feeling him fill me up impossibly full.

"OH FUCK!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Don't fucking stop, Amber! Fuck me baby, fuck me hard." I loved hearing how excited he was, and I put all my energy into giving him the ride of his life. I leaned forward and shoved my tits in his face, giving him something to suck on while I ground into him. When I let his wrists go, he grabbed onto my hips and began pulling me into him even harder, thrusting deeper than I'd ever felt before. I was so full of him I couldn't think straight.

"God, baby...gonna cum again...can't hold it any longer," he grunted. "You feel so unbelievable...so good!"

"Don't hold back, Daniel. I want you to cum for me! I'm so close, let me feel you cum!" I was bucking wildly now, my own orgasm approaching at rapid speed. As soon as I felt the prize of his hot cum spurting inside me, I climaxed harder than I ever had in my entire life, screaming and shaking and convulsing around him.

When it was finally over, I collapsed on his chest and he held me close. He stroked my hair and kissed my forehead, thanking me repeatedly for the most amazing day of his life. I snuggled against him and allowed myself to pretend that this wouldn't be over in just a few minutes. As I listened to his breathing slow to a light sleep, I couldn't help but smile slightly. For such a wild, raunchy sex-fest, it was the most tender and bittersweet ending.

Knowing that he had plans to keep, I quickly redressed in an attempt to beat him asking me to leave. It had been a wonderful experience, and I didn't want it ruined with a bunch of empty promises and awkward goodbyes. I went over to the small desk and wrote a quick goodbye note, thanking him for the best experience I'd ever had. On my way out I stopped to kiss his cheek, smiling at his sleeping form. I felt a small twinge of regret...not at leaving while he slept, but at the fact that I would never see him again. I didn't expect to feel so attached to him...maybe that's why I'd never had a one-night stand before.

Walking outside, I noticed that the rain had finally ended. I thought it was a perfect symbol of my whirlwind afternoon: appearing out of nowhere, erupting violently, then dying out and clearing away. I'd cry if I weren't so happy. I felt alive, for the first time in my life. I only wished that Daniel hadn't been from so far away, we could have had a few more get-togethers.

I knew it was for the best, but all I could do was think about the things we hadn't had a chance to do. We had only done a small handful of things, and I was suddenly sad that I hadn't tasted his cock. There were many other positions that I loved as well, and I kept picturing us entwined in many different ways.

As I walked through town back towards my apartment, I decided that I had better stop in at the grocery store and pick up a few things. I had expected to be in class tonight, so there was nothing at my place to eat. While I strolled through the aisles, looking for a few quick ideas, my hand strayed to my throat. Before long, I realized that I was fondling the delicate filigree butterfly, a distant smile playing on my lips. At least I would always have this. I could wear it and remember, and I would always feel sexy and seductive. I just kept wishing that I could have one more chance...one more time to enjoy him to the fullest.

After buying a few things and wandering aimlessly for a while with my head in the clouds, I decided that it was time to face reality and head back home. As I was unlocking the front door to my apartment, I could hear voices from inside. A man and a woman. Stacy must have a date. She hadn't said anything, and she never really dated much, but today seemed to be a crazy day for everyone. As the door opened, I could hear footsteps running towards me from the living room.

"Amber? Is that you?" Stacy's excited voice called from the hall. "Where were you? Oh, nevermind, you're here just in time!"

"Calm down, Stacy," I laughed at her enthusiasm as she came running towards me, grabbing a few of my bags and heading into the kitchen to unload. "I'm just in time for what?"

"For dinner!" she yelled happily from the kitchen.

"You cooked?" I asked as I followed her into the room.

"No, no...we're going out to eat! My dad just dropped in on me for a surprise visit, and he wants to take me and my roommate out to dinner. Isn't that great?" She was bubbling over with happiness, and it was becoming contagious. I smiled at her and marveled at how carefree she seemed. She had become such a bookworm lately, it was good to see her come out of her shell for a night. What a nice gesture to make, what a sweet idea for her father to surprise her...her father who lived out of town...her father who I had never met. I suddenly had a sinking feeling in my stomach.

"Your father?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. This couldn't be happening. The world was not this small. This could NOT be happening.

"Yeah, isn't it great? Come on, he's in the living room." She grabbed me by the hand and drug me behind her, stopping suddenly after a few feet. "Oh my god, I forgot to show you!" she gasped, and lifted her wrist up in front of me. I knew what I would see there before I even looked. Dangling from her wrist was a simple gold bracelet, with a tiny golden dolphin charm frozen in mid leap. I could feel the color drain from my face. It didn't make sense. All I had wanted was another chance, and now I was terrified of seeing him so soon. I had wanted to meet on my terms, not get bombarded with him a few hours after we parted.

"Isn't it just beautiful? I didn't know he even knew I liked dolphins, and I never would have guessed he'd find me something so sweet and personal." The knife just kept twisting in my stomach. It was so strange seeing both sides of his life like this. I had forgotten all about his daughter as soon as we found the bracelet, I had been completely absorbed by him alone from that point on.

"It's gorgeous, Stacy," I said with the most beaming smile I could manage at the moment. She yanked me back towards the living room again, and I smelled Burberry Touch before we entered the room. Not that he had it on that heavy, I was just that in tune to that man's smell after my wonderful afternoon. There was no doubt in my mind now. Should I turn around and leave before he sees me? Right now I'm still the only one who knows. No...that would be too immature. I could do this. When we turned into the room, I saw Daniel sitting on my sofa with his head bent reading a magazine. The calm before the storm.

"Dad, I'd like you to meet my roommate Amber. Amber, this is my father Daniel." At hearing my name his head shot up, and I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head. I could see the shock hit him like a bucket of cold water. He just sort of stared at me, mouth agape until the silence seemed deafening. I could tell he had absolutely no idea what to do, and his "deer in headlights" look wasn't helping. I decided to make it easier for him.

Stepping forward, I held out my hand in greeting. "Hello, Daniel is it? It's very nice to meet you finally." I was nervous until I made eye contact with him, and then I felt like we had never left the hotel room. I smiled deeply at him, and gave him a look that said, "Just go with it." He snapped out of his daze and jumped up to greet me.

"Hello...Amber. I've heard so much about you tonight, but I don't think she mentioned your name. I kind of dropped by unannounced and Stacy's been so shocked, it must have slipped her mind." I could tell that he was extremely uncomfortable and had no idea how to proceed. I did my best to give him an out, knowing what he was going through right now. He'd thought to never see me again, and now he had to feed me and act like we'd never met.

"Stacy mentioned dinner. I think that's a wonderful idea, but I'm afraid that I couldn't go like this. I was caught in the rain today, and my hair and clothes are trashed. I would need to clean up, and I would hate to have to make you wait." I saw the look of comprehension and gratitude flash across his face, but it only lasted for a moment.

"Don't be silly Amber, Dad won't mind waiting, will you Dad? She gets cleaned up very quickly, I'm sure it won't take long." We could hear the eagerness in her voice and knew there would be no other choice. Daniel looked at Stacy, then back to me.

"Of course I don't mind waiting. I'd love to get acquainted with you, so run along and get ready, and Stacy will keep me company." He had the look of a death row inmate that had just been denied his last appeal. I felt so bad for him because I knew it was a shock, so I promised myself to make this night as comfortable for him as possible.

Rushing through a shower and getting dressed, I realized that I had put on my most enticing dress that I hadn't worn in over a year. It was a simple sheath, but it clung to all the right curves and showed off just the right amount of cleavage to be enticing and not vulgar. As I was touching up my make up and dabbing some perfume behind my ears I asked myself what the hell I was doing. Why was I trying to entice him? I'd already had him, and he now looked like the last thing he wanted was to be in my presence. I knew that I didn't care what he was thinking now, I only cared about what I could make him think again. I knew that somehow this was fate giving me another chance at being with the most amazing man I'd ever met. I knew it couldn't last, but I had to have him at least one more time.

Walking back down the hall, my high heels clicking my entrance, I walked back in to the living room. Daniel stopped in mid-sentence and I saw his eyes glow as he stood up appraising me. His gaze climbed from my legs, up to my hips, on up to my cleavage and settled on the butterfly. I saw the memories pass in his face as he looked at me, and I could feel a slight blush creep over my cheeks. I knew that he was remembering me naked, and it was already turning me on.

"Sorry I kept you both waiting," I said breathlessly, blushing as his eyes met mine. I could see the reluctant arousal he was trying to deny in his eyes. It made me feel powerful. I knew he still wanted me, even if it was against his will...that was something to build on.

"No, don't be silly. We've been having a nice discussion about her classes, and you were very quick." His smooth voice was getting to me again. I knew that if I'd been wearing panties, they'd be soaked already.

"See, Amber? I told you he wouldn't mind. I'm just going to run to the bathroom real quick before we leave." With that Stacy left us alone for the first time, and the tension was absolutely stifling. I met his gaze again, and all we could do was look at each other.

"I'm so sorry...I tried to give you an out. Do you want me to try something else?" I watched him trying to decide what to say.

"No, thank you. We might as well get this over with," he said like a man about to face the firing squad.

"It doesn't have to be that bad, Daniel. It's just for one night."

"That's easy for you to say," he almost snapped. "I don't like my daughter anywhere near my sex life. For all she knows, I'm just her middle aged, lonely widower father. She never even sees me date anybody, and I certainly have never flaunted an afternoon fuck in front of her."

I flinched at that one, a little harsher than I thought it needed to be. "I'm not an afternoon fuck to Stacy. She's one of my dearest friends, and if you are this upset I'll just leave." I turned and started to walk out, and within seconds he was spinning me back around and holding me tightly to him.

"I'm sorry," he whispered into my hair, leaning down to kiss my cheek lightly. "I didn't mean that. I'm just so shocked I don't know what to do. I was so sad at the thought of never seeing you again, and now that I am I can't do anything about it. I can't see you again the way I want to...not with you knowing my daughter. I have to act like I don't know you, and I have to pretend that I don't want to fuck you again right now when you are dressed to kill. How am I supposed to get through this? I'm already getting hard!"

"Well, I'm sure that we can make it through tonight. It's just dinner. We'll just keep the conversation light and neutral, and it will be over before you know it." I certainly hoped that it wouldn't end there, but I wasn't telling him that.

We made our way as a group to the closest Italian restaurant, and after sharing some pasta and some wine, we were all very relaxed. I could see Daniel starting to loosen up and just be himself, but I could also tell that with the two of us there he wasn't sure just which himself he should be. His instincts were warring between devoted father and devoted skirt chaser. I could see now what had him so worried about us being together, especially if he was dead-set on allowing his daughter to see him as a eunuch. Well that was just too bad. I wasn't about to flaunt anything in Stacy's face, but he was sorely mistaken if he thought that I was going to stay away now.

As we finished off our meals, we talked lightly about Stacy's classes and Stacy told him a few things about me. I don't think he was ready to get to know an afternoon romp so intimately in such a short while, but I figured that I was going to become much more than that if I had my way. I wasn't picking out china patterns yet or anything, but I definitely wanted to see this man again. I didn't care if he didn't want Stacy to know...I understood that, at least for a while. He didn't want his poor innocent little girl to know that her daddy had a pulse and a libido. To me, this was ridiculous. I knew Stacy. I knew things I'm sure that he'd never want to know. She wasn't stupid by a long shot. I understood his feeling weird about me being close to her, but he was way off on her not understanding about his sex life.

The more wine I drank at dinner, the bolder I became. I knew that I had to keep Stacy from catching on, but I wanted to seduce this man...the man who had seduced me so thoroughly this afternoon. He had given me a small taste of what could be, and I wanted a whole meal. A savory meal of Daniel. I caught his eye a few times, and each time I held his gaze longer. Whenever I could feel his eyes on me, I was sure to lick my lips seductively and lean forward slightly, showing off my cleavage. When Stacy left for the restroom, he leaned towards me with a pissed look on his face.

"What did I fucking say earlier? I can't handle you looking so good, staring at me like that!" he snapped.

"Like what?" I replied innocently.

"Like you want to eat me for dessert."

"Actually," I said, staring deeply into his eyes, "That's exactly what I want. I was so sad after I left when I realized that I hadn't had the pleasure of tasting your cock." I could see his eyes widen at this revelation, like that was the last thing he'd expected me to say. "What's the matter? Can't a woman have urges, too? I have thought of little else than your beautiful, thick cock all day, and I can't accept that I'll never get to slide it down my throat."

"I...we...I can't. We can't," he stammered. I don't think he knew if he was trying to convince me or himself. I did notice that the familiar spark was back in his green eyes, though. I was starting to get the idea that this was new for him. He was the one that was used to doing the chasing, and I think that being on the receiving end was throwing him off balance. I also had the feeling that it was just what he needed. Slipping my shoe off, I slid my foot up his leg, moving along the inside of his thigh. Ah, yes...his mouth was saying no, but his enormous erection was saying fuck yes.

"You like that, don't you baby?" I purred across the table. "What I wouldn't give to drop under this table right now and unzip you...slide that beautiful cock out and slip it between my lips."

"Stop it!" he gasped as he grabbed my foot, shoving it to the floor. "I won't be able to stand up, and it's almost time to leave. I know what you're trying to do, and it won't work. I've made up my mind. We can't do anything else, it has to stop here." I looked him in the eye and played it up for all that I was worth.

"So you're not sorry that you never felt my hot, wet tongue wrap around your shaft? You don't regret in the tiniest bit that you never tasted my soaking wet pussy? I'm shaved smooth and dripping for you right now. Don't you want just a little taste?" He met my gaze, and his eyes were dilated with lust.

"My God, you're such a bitch, aren't you?" he sounded almost amused at my boldness.

"Only when I'm in heat, baby." I quickly returned, smiling broadly as I saw Stacy returning to the table. Covering quickly, I picked up our last conversation where I'd interrupted it. "So, Daniel...you're in advertising, huh? That must be so interesting."

Our conversation dwindled about twenty minutes later, when Stacy remembered that she had a test in her 9 am class the next morning. We all shared a cab back to my apartment, where I left them saying their goodbyes as I went upstairs. As soon as Stacy came back upstairs and went to her room to cram, I was heading right back downstairs and catching another cab.

As I knocked on his door, I felt butterflies in my stomach. I had never been so bold in my entire life as I had been with him today. What was scarier was that I was absolutely loving it. When Daniel opened the door, he stood there looking at me like he wasn't exactly surprised.

"What are you doing here, Amber?"

"The way I see it, you can let me in and I can make you feel so good you want to cry, or you can send me home, and you'll always wonder just what you gave up tonight."

"It's not like I didn't have some this afternoon, anyway," he said with a smart ass tone.

"Oh no, baby. That's why I was never cut out for one night stands. I always get better every time. Won't you always wonder?" As I stood there awaiting my fate, I could see his common sense wrestle with his emotions. "Just one more time. Please. I can't not be with you again, at least once more. If you never want to see me again, that's fine, but please don't turn me away tonight. It'll be our little secret."

I tried not to laugh in triumph as he moved aside to let me in. I walked past him and sauntered to the middle of the room. When I was sure that his eyes were on me, I slowly turned towards him and met his gaze. As he watched, I reached up and slid the tiny straps of my dress down, allowing my slip of a dress to slide down my legs and pool at my feet. I was now left wearing nothing more than high heels and a smile.