Heat Lightning Ch. 02

I glanced back over at the woman and saw that she was very aroused by the scene she'd wandered in on. She had untied her robe and was fondling one of her breasts through her bikini top. The bottoms were the kind that tied on the side. As I continued to fuck my blindfolded friend, the woman slowly pulled the tie on one side so that she could reach into the bottoms and finger herself. I'd somehow found myself as both a voyeur and an exhibitionist at once, and it was driving me crazy. Also, the feeling of fucking someone in water was a new one for me. Sure, our parts weren't submerged, but it was still a sensation I'd never experienced before. In the shower, sure, but never in a pool. (And certainly never this public.) It was like we were moving in slow motion, the water splashing and swirling around us, the sounds of our movements and pleasure amplified in the wide-open, echoey room. I remembered our audience and looked back over at her. If she was making any sounds, they were covered up by our sounds. She was really getting into the show we were putting on, and had seemed to completely forget where she was. She had pulled up her top and was fondling her exposed tit, squeezing and rubbing it, tweaking the nipple hard. Her other hand was moving vigorously in her bikini bottoms and she looked like she was close to cumming.

I sped up my movements (as well as I could with the resistance of the water) and felt myself getting close. The sight of Ana and the pleasured sounds she was making, the risk of being caught, the fact that we were being watched, and the sight of our voyeur about to make herself cum . . . it was almost too much for me to bear. Especially after spending the entire day lost in flashbacks and waiting impatiently to be able to see (and fuck) Ana again. My orgasm built up fast and with a loud groan I came inside her, the force of my last thrust bringing her to another orgasm. It was a big one-- she cried out louder than before, clinging onto me tightly, her nails digging into my arms. I spared another look over at the woman and saw her cumming as well, shaking and falling back against the wall, biting her free hand to keep from making any noise.

I gave a last couple of slower thrusts, enjoying the feeling of being inside Ana. I stroked her cheek with my finger and gave her a tender kiss. Now that my lust was exhausted, I just felt like going back to the room with her and holding her in a real bed for the first time.

"Oh god, Mike, that was soooo intense," she murmured with a sigh.

I looked over and saw that the woman had vanished. After getting off she must have rushed off. Smiling, I removed the blindfold and was able to see my friend's amazing eyes again, clouded with pleasure. I pulled out of her and said, "Let's go back to the room."

She nodded, her smile sweet, and pulled her shirt back down to cover herself. I helped her stand and handed her a towel once we got to the beach chair. "I'm glad you did that," she said, softly. "I've been waiting all day to feel you inside me again." She gripped my arm and let out a little moan. "When you kissed me in the elevator, I wanted you to rip my clothes off right there."

"You have no idea how tempted I was," I told her, returning her smile.

After drying ourselves, we returned to the room, arm in arm. We shared a shower to wash off the chlorine and then I led her back to the bed, both of us still naked. Ana, shy again, clutched her towel to herself as she walked. When we got to the bed, I suggested she lay face down. She looked at me questioningly, but did as I asked, laying the towel aside. I shut off all the lights besides a small lamp on the desk across the room, and went to my bag. Hoping I would get this chance, I'd packed a bottle of massage oil. Without saying anything, I dripped some onto her bare back.

The feeling of it made her gasp. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Drooling on you," I replied, pouring a little bit of the oil onto my hands.

She twisted enough to look up at me and giggled when she saw the bottle of oil in my hands. "You don't have to-- " she started.

"Hush," I said gently. "Lay back down Ana. It's your turn now." She gave me an uncertain smile and lay down again. I set to work giving her a slow, thorough back rub. Well, an everything-rub actually. Once her back and shoulders were loose, I let my hands trail down, down to her bottom where I kneaded her fleshy buttocks, then further down to her thighs. Her legs were especially tense. I spread her legs slightly as I worked out her tension and took in the sight of her perfect little pussy. She was shaved except for a patch of closely trimmed black hair on her mound. The bare lips were glistening with moisture . . . it seemed my massage was having more of an effect than just relaxing her. And she was relaxed-- she was almost limp as I ran my hands over her. Her moans had become very low and deep. Almost sleepy. But I couldn't let that happen . . . I let my fingers brush her lower lips and she let out a moan that was a little louder. Encouraged, I ran my index finger all the way down her slit, just barely hitting her hard little clit with the lightest of touches.

"Ohh," she breathed. I continued caressing her sensitive area with my fingers, the touch becoming more firm, the motions becoming faster. Ana tensed on the bed, her bottom quivering as her hips started to rock in time with my movements. Her moans were like breaths, almost silent, but I could still hear them as she pressed her face into the pillow. I put my other hand on her lower back as though holding her in place and let the fingers of my busy hand dance over her clit, which I had coated with her warm wetness. As she neared her climax, she gripped the blanket in her fists, her hips rocking faster, her juices flowing over my fingers, making them slicker. My fingers slipped in the wetness, bumping hard against her clit and she cried out, cumming hard. I continued rubbing her as she came, entranced by the sight of her open cunt contracting with the force of her orgasm. I had to feel it, so I slipped a finger inside, as far in as it would go. She cried out again, a second orgasm hitting her. The walls of her velvety cunt spasmed around my finger. My cock was standing straight up, twitching, aching to replace my finger, but I wasn't done with her yet.

Once her contractions stopped, I helped her roll over onto her back. Her eyes were half-lidded, her breath still coming in pants. Her wet hair was a tangled mess in her face. She looked so sexy . . . transformed by pleasure. "I need to taste you," I said softly, licking her wetness off my fingers. "For real."

She looked startled. "I . . . I've never had anyone . . . " She stopped there, blushing deeply.

"Do you want me to?" I asked, wanting to make sure she wasn't too uncomfortable to continue.

She nodded, whispering. "Yes, I . . . " She threw her arm over her eyes, her cheeks blazing. "Maybe turn off the light? I can't watch."

"I can help with that," I said, crossing to the bathroom to get the robe belt again. I came back and tied it around her face. "Better?"

"Yes," she said, still blushing. "There are . . . stockings in my bag . . . " Her voice was such a low whisper that I almost couldn't hear her. I could tell right away what she wanted. She'd mentioned the night before that she liked to be held down. For this new experience, she not only wanted to be unable to see, but also unable to move. She wanted to be completely at my mercy. I could work with that.

I went to the desk to look in her bag. I found a packed makeup bag, frilly panties and bras, silky lingerie. Smiling, I wondered if her "something to do today" was to go shopping for girly things. Finally I located an unopened pack of nylon stockings. Yes, these would work just fine. As I returned to the bed, opening the pack, I caught a brief flash of lightning outside the window. Looked like the storm was finally about to break again. As I took out the first stocking, I looked down at my friend . . . completely naked, lovely legs spread, eyes covered, cheeks still red . . . waiting to be tied to the bed so I could do what I wanted to her. Judging by the fresh slickness on her lower lips and inner thighs, the idea was driving her wild.

I carefully tied her wrists to the bed posts and took a moment to inspect my work. Ana was testing the nylon bindings, straining against them and wiggling on the bed. It was an unexpectedly erotic sight to see her struggling like that. Satisfied that she wasn't going anywhere, I leaned in and kissed the soft skin of her neck. She made a surprised sound and squirmed as I worked my way down to her left breast. I licked around her erect nipple, taking it into my mouth and sucking on it, biting down.

"Ohhh . . . " Ana groaned, pulling against the stockings as I continued down, kissing the under swell of her right breast, down her rounded belly to her more sensitive area. The lovely scent of her arousal washed over me as I kissed her mound, then down to the inside of her thighs. She was squirming more, getting increasingly turned on as she anticipated my mouth reaching her pussy. She was so wet that she was dripping. I moved my kisses in to her folds, along her parted pussy lips, up to her still-hard nub. My tongue joined in, running along her moist petals, dipping briefly and shallowly inside as it travelled up. I got my first full taste of her and it made me hungry for more. On my next trip up, her juices were flowing even more and some of it dripped onto my chin. She started to writhe beneath me, her moans growing frantic. I held her thighs apart with my hands and lapped at her faster, making sure to put more pressure on her clit with each upward lick.

Ana voiced her orgasm with abandon and I continued what I was doing, drawing her close to another orgasm before the first one had ended. With no warning I sucked her clit into my mouth and at the same time slipped my finger into her. This orgasm was even more explosive and she couldn't even make a sound as she spasmed underneath me uncontrollably. I released her clit and slid my drenched finger out, lapping up her cum greedily as she continued to struggle and shake on the bed.

I sat up, my mouth, cheeks and chin soaked with her fluids and watched as Ana continued to writhe in ecstasy. She thrust her hips up, making whining, begging sounds. She wanted me inside her. I easily could have mounted her, but I suddenly had a better idea. I pulled the knots in the nylons and released her from them. Then I lay next to her and rolled her on top of me. She straddled my hips and we fell into a frantic, desperate kiss. The blindfold had stayed in place through everything, so she missed my lips at first, until I readjusted her face with my hands. Her wetness was spread from my face to hers, smearing around our mouths. She whined again, thrusting blindly, trying to find my cock. I reached down and guided myself into her soaked pussy. It was so wet that her tightness gave me no resistance. I slid all the way in-- possibly deeper than before due to the angle provided by her being on top.

"Oh Mike," she gasped, head down, damp hair hanging in my face. I reached up to grip her tits and she made another surprised sound. She started moving on top of me, hands braced on my chest, movements awkward at first, then with increasing sureness and speed. I pinched her nipples and clutched onto her tits as they rocked with her motions. She grinded her cunt against me and abruptly came, stopping her movements and leaning down, her breasts two heavy weights against my chest. Her thighs gripped me tightly as she lost herself in her orgasm. Once she could move again, she rode me even harder, her fingers tangled in my chest hair, her tits bouncing. Between the feel of her on me and the sight of her sexy body as she took pleasure from me, I could feel nearing the end. I gripped her hips and started thrusting up to meet her just a little, still letting her set the pace . . . just helping a bit. Her moans increased with my added thrusts and I was moaning along with her.

"Oh shit Ana," I growled, growing even harder inside her.

"Ohhh Mike! Yessss!" she returned, cumming again. This time she didn't stop or even slow her pace. She went faster, practically slamming herself down on my cock, and it was more than I could take. I couldn't hold back anymore. With one more thrust upward into her warm, tight cunt I exploded, losing myself in the pleasure she'd brought me. She was cumming again, her thighs flexing against me rhythmically.

After, she settled down atop me, gasping to try and catch her breath, lying her face against mine. Her weight on me was delicious, her body soft and warm and perfect. I ran my hands up and down her sides slowly, my spent but still semi-hard cock giving its last few spasms from its place trapped inside her.

"Ana," I whispered, reaching up to untie her blindfold. "That was incredible. You were incredible."

She blinked down at me with her pretty green eyes and her sweet little smile. She softly said, "I'm glad you enjoyed it. That was something new. I'm not used to being on top. I've only been a couple times."

"You did great. Did you enjoy when I went down on you?"

"Mmm," she sighed, her eyes getting far away with the memory. "So amazing. I'm surprised I was able to just lay there and let you do that."

"Was it uncomfortable?"

"Oh, no!" she said. "It's just that usually I like to be the one giving. But I think you're helping me to enjoy the receiving part." She rolled off me and leaned in to kiss me. "Oh," she added. "You taste like me."

"Sorry," I said, smiling as I got up. "Want me to go wash up?"

"No . . . I like it . . . " she said, thoughtfully.

I opened the window. Instantly the sound of rain drifted in. The downpour had started. As I returned to the bed I breathed in the mingling scents of massage oil, sex and rain. It was an interesting combination, one I was sure I'd remember. I lay back down next to Ana and she cuddled up to me, sighing happily. We lay that way for a long time in quiet contentment, dim light and warmth.

"So," I said, remembering what I had been curious about earlier. "Was your errand today to go shopping?"

She looked over at me, timidly. "Yes. I wanted to be pretty for you tonight."

"You're always pretty, Ana."

She laughed lightly. "Guys are supposed to say things like that."

"No. It's true. I've always thought so, even when we were just friends."

Ana looked at me curiously, trying to gauge my sincerity. She shook her head. "Nooo. I mean, I'm not ugly, but not pretty. I almost never wear makeup. I'm usually in old tee shirts and second-hand jeans. There's nothing special about me."

I kissed her forehead and squeezed her with the arm I had wrapped around her. "I've always thought you were special, hon. All that junk is just dressing. Real beauty is underneath all that. Everything else just enhances it . . . points it out. You're beautiful to me Ana, just as you are. You don't have to take extra steps to be desirable."

"But it won't hurt? To take the extra steps, I mean?"

I smiled down at her. "No, it won't hurt."

"Good," she said, happily. "Because I liked it. It was nice to feel pretty and like everyone was looking at me. And I want you to always want me." Before I could respond, she continued, her voice dropping to a sweet whisper. "I want to do whatever I can to please you. For as long as you let me."

"I want you to get pleasure too," I said.

"Oh, I am!" she said without hesitation. "More than I ever have. I never knew this much pleasure was possible. You're quite good . . . at all of it. And I also like being with you when we're not having sex or playing around. You're a great friend. And . . . "

She stopped there, so I prompted her. "And what?"

"And . . . well, you make me feel . . . brave. Worth it. Like I'm not just someone to throw away. I like that feeling. I really like it."

Our eyes met and I had to kiss her. The need was overwhelming. The kiss started off sweet and tender, but didn't stay that way for long. My hands wandered, quickly encountering her breasts. I squeezed them, running my hands over her hardening nipples and down to her side. My left hand gripped her ass tightly. Her body was so damn perfect.

"Do you want to fuck me Mike?" she asked through the kiss, practically talking into my mouth.

"Yeah," I said, almost growling, my lust showing through in my voice. "God yes."

"Mmm. Then fuck me, baby," she said sweetly, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs for me. "Take me. I want you to." Without need for further encouragement I climbed onto her, guiding myself into her already wet cunt. 'Shit,' I thought, 'it's like she's always ready for me.' I drove into her and she purred, "Mmmm. Oh, yeah. Take me." I kissed her firmly, our tongues connecting in our joined mouths. "Hard as you can," she added, quietly, pleading.

I raised myself up far enough to look into her heavenly eyes, letting my cock pull halfway out of her as I did so. Her eyes were filled with eagerness and desire. A naked wanting. I pushed myself back into her, falling into a fast, even rhythm. I pressed down against her with each inward thrust and not long into it, her cunt contracted around me as she came. The sounds she made were surprised; she hadn't expected that one.

I was groaning as I fucked her harder, leading her right into another orgasm. I was amazed that I still had stamina left-- Ana had a way of pushing me to heights I didn't realize I could reach.

Cumming over and over, my sexy friend was lying there, taking all I had to give, just enjoying my cock and the intensity I was fucking her with. She looked up at me, her face blissful for a moment before hitting another climax which forced her eyes to squeeze shut and her mouth to open in a cry of pleasure. The sight of her, the feel of her incredible sex surrounding my hardness, it was all I could take. With seemingly no build up, I was cumming myself, giving her whatever I had left in my aching and overworked balls.

Exhausted, sweaty and spent, I pulled out and fell onto my back to one side of her. My heart was racing, my breathing was fast, and I knew without a doubt that I was done for the night. Ana cuddled up to me again, either not noticing the sweat coating me, or not caring. Making her soft, contented sounds again, she snuggled her face onto my chest.

As I recovered, I thought over the events of the weekend. So much had happened in just two days. I had never felt less ready for Monday. I had a feeling I would be calling in to work the next morning. I then remembered that Ana had Mondays off. The possibilities made me smile. We still had to have our talk, but there would be more than conversation going on, for sure. Hopefully I'd be rested up by then. I didn't know how long this new development in our friendship was going to last, so I wanted to enjoy it. Why would such a lovely creature be interested in me? Surely she'd come to her senses. I was thirteen years older than her . . . graying . . . stuck in a nowhere job that piled work on me and stressed me out . . . and although I could admit that I was relatively attractive, I was nothing that would warrant more than a second look. There had to be hotter and, well, better guys out there for her. Ana was gorgeous, sweet, loving, funny, smart . . . she could have her pick of any guy. Why me?

I pushed these annoying doubts out of my mind and instead mused on the sweet things she'd said. She'd admitted that she'd wanted me for a long time-- maybe our entire friendship. She'd braved my too-hot house and her own timidness to be with me. In just one evening she'd let me fuck her in public, lay back and let me pleasure her with my hands and mouth, and gotten on top. She'd done those things despite the fact that she was a self-admitted submissive and preferred for me to control our sexual encounters. I knew how to be dominant-- a guy needs to learn that early on-- many of the women I'd found myself with over the years got off on strong, take-charge guys, so I'd developed those traits. And I thought I wore them well; they felt comfortable on me. So, sure, I could be dominant, but would it be enough for her? Or would she just move on to someone who was more than what I was capable of being?