I'll Always Catch You Pt. 01

"You made a mess of us," Hannah said as she gently washed my junk.

Hannah's body was still a light shade of red when she curled up next to me. She put a leg over mine.

"I haven't had an orgasm like that for years with a man. This time you were great!"

I kissed her on the forehead, and within minutes Hannah was asleep. I stared at the ceiling of the hotel. How I wish I could rewind the clock back to that night, our first night together, and fix what I had done.

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We slept in around nine when I got up and went for coffee and donuts. Hannah had a smile on her face that didn't leave. She put on a pair of panties and I grabbed her butt when she walked by.

"Did you enjoy yourself this morning?" I asked.

"Boy did I ever."

"I am truly sorry about our first time together. I didn't know what I was doing."

Hannah squeezed my fingers and said, "And I didn't know what to expect."

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Hannah was busy in the bathroom, so I put our bags in the car. When I went back in, Hannah stepped out. I stopped dead in my tracks. Hannah had on nothing but a pair of white hose and white pumps. She had a bra held to her breasts. Hannah turned her back to me and asked, "Would you fasten me?"

Hannah, like most women, had tons of bras, but Hannah also had several seamless bras that I liked. I especially liked the seamless ones she wore now and then. Like the name implied, there were no seams, and when she wore them, it was like she had nothing on. It was one of those seamless bras Hannah wanted me to fasten.

"Fasten me?" Hannah asked once more.

I took both straps and pulled them tight across her back. I was about to put the two together when I stopped. "Why not go braless today?"

"I couldn't do that," Hannah said.

I winked at her and said, "While you're at it, how about going commando, too." I grinned at her as she turned toward me. I tossed the bra onto the bed, and then grabbed a bag and went to the car.

When I went back in to get our second bag, Hannah had put on a dress. I was quite surprised. Since I've known Hannah, she always dressed to please me even though I've never asked her to do so. For some reason, known only to her, Hannah liked to dress in light pastels. She especially liked to wear white like she did that day. Hannah had slipped on a white dress with small pink flowers on it. She looked great. I snatched the bag from the bed. "Got everything?"

"Think so." She looked around the room. "That should be all."

Then Hannah walked up to me. We were so close, the tips of our shoes touched. She took my right hand, and placed her bra and panties in it, and then closed my fingers.

"Put those in your pocket," Hannah said as she stepped toward the door.

"I thought you said—"

"I didn't say no, did I?"

After we got our seatbelts fastened, I started the car. I was about to put it in drive when I reached over and pushed the hem of her dress up her left thigh as high as I thought I could get away with. So high as a matter of fact that the thicker stitching of her pantyhose showed. Like I told Hannah weeks before, I always have been a lover of women's legs. I absolutely loved to see them in thigh high stockings. But that day in the car, I might have to change my thinking. Maybe seeing Hannah in pantyhose won't be as bad as I thought. As a matter of fact, it might turn out to be a good thing.

I merged onto Route 2 eastbound, and I was the happiest guy on the whole damn highway.

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The trip back went great. Hannah never made any attempt to pull her dress down and every now and then, I'd put my hand on her thigh. I was seriously enjoying touching her as I dove home. I dropped Hannah off at her apartment, and I stayed an hour or so before I left.

When I got to my apartment, I kicked off my shoes and plopped down into my recliner. That's when I noticed I still had her bra and panties in my pocket. I pulled them out and placed them on the coffee table. I knew it was weird, but I caught myself staring at them. Hannah was such an incredible woman, yet so fragile. If only I could get inside her head and tell her everything will be fine.

I popped open a beer and sat by myself. The weekend was amazing. For the first time in my adult life I was able to make love to a woman that took longer than most people take to smoke a cigarette.

I must have fallen asleep because I damn near jumped out of my skin when the doorbell let go.

"I'll be there in a second," I said as I pushed myself out of the recliner. I had the door almost open when I glanced back at the coffee table and noticed Hannah's bra and panties. "Oh shit," I said out loud. It was too late, the door was opened, and there stood Hannah.

"May I come in?"

"Sure, sure. What brings you here?"

"You do."

Hannah stepped into the apartment. She had in her left hand a small overnight bag. I knew what she was going to ask before she opened her mouth. She had changed out from her dress and was in jeans and a yellow shirt.

"I'm surprised to see you," I said.

"I want to be with you. May I spend the night?"

"What about work tomorrow? It's Monday and I have to work."

"So do I. I didn't want to be alone that's all."

I took her bag and put it in the bedroom. She's been here before, but she's never stayed the night.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked.

"No. Nothing at all."

She came over to me and wrapped her arms around my waist. I think she lied to me. Her body seemed so tense; like a bowstring tightened to the point it was about to break.

Hannah noticed her stuff on the coffee table. She picked her bra up and ran her fingers across a cup. "I never thought I'd do what I did today."

I took the bra from her fingers and put it back down. "I certainly enjoyed it. I enjoyed it all." I put my arms over her shoulders. "Listen, sometimes a man needs to know his girl did something special only for him."

Hannah smiled and then said, "It sure felt weird, but I was okay with it."

I cooked us a simple dinner, and we watched some TV. Around nine Hannah announced that she was tired and wanted to go to bed.

"There are extra toothbrushes in the cabinet in the bathroom. Plenty of clean towels, too. She smiled as she walked down the hall. "Oh, by the way, there's a rule in this apartment that overnight guests sleep in the nude."

She stuck her head out from the hallway. "Really? Why doesn't that surprise me?" Hannah smiled.

"I'll be in later, I have some emails I need to check on."

I cleaned the kitchen and when I was done, I went back to check on Hannah. She had stacked all her clothing on a tidy pile on the dresser. On the doorknob was a coat hanger that held her clothing for work. I couldn't help myself and I lifted the covers and took a peek. Yup, there was Hannah as naked as the day she was born. I smiled, and kissed her forehead and returned to the living room.

As I had thought, there were plenty of emails that I had to work through. I was about half way through them when the phone rang. I quick glance of the clock told me it was nearly eleven at night.

"Hello?"

"Jim, this is Becky. Is Hannah over there? I can't get her to pick up the phone."

"She's here. Sleeping as a matter of fact. What the hell is going on?"

"Hannah called me sometime ago. She's frightened."

"Of what?"

"Moose!"

"He's in jail on Federal charges. He's not getting out."

"Apparently he was able to get a phone and he called her. Told her he was going to teach her a lesson she should have been taught years ago. She told me that Moose was going to kill her for cheating on him."

"Someone must have smuggled in a cell phone," I said.

"It makes no difference how he got the call through. Jim, she scared to death."

"I'll keep an eye on her and in the morning, I'll call the police and maybe they'll find the phone. In the meantime, there's not much either of us can do."

I said goodbye to Becky and walked back to the bedroom. I stripped down and crawled into bed beside Hannah.

And why in the world won't this guy leave her alone?

************Chapter fifteen************

It must have been around one in the morning when I woke. I had heard something out of place. When I reached over for Hannah, she wasn't there. I put on a robe, and walked down the hallway. There in the corner of the sofa sat Hannah. She had her knees pulled up to her chest and her arm around them. She was crying. The look on her face sent a chill down my spine. I dashed back to the bedroom and returned with a blanket. I put it around her.

"Hannah, what in God's name is wrong?"

She looked at me like I wasn't even there. Her normally beautiful eyes were red. Tracks of dried tears covered her cheeks.

"He tied me to the bed with my stockings and then he raped me. For hours on end he assaulted me."

Hannah's hands griped my robe. "Dear God, when I thought it was all over, he sodomized me."

I wiggled my arms around her and held her. "I'm so sorry. It will be okay. He's locked up—"

"Moose called! He told me I was still his and I would pay the price."

"It will be fine," I said.

"That night I managed to get out of his place. I couldn't take it anymore. I went to the park to end it all."

Hannah began to wail. The sound only a woman can make that reaches deep into a man's soul. She placed her head on my shoulders as I held her. Several minutes had passed when I got up. I went to the kitchen where I took a water glass and poured in a finger's worth of brandy.

"Drink this."

She took a few sips, her nose crinkled up, and Hannah pushed the glass away.

"A little bit more. It will calm you."

The brandy seem to work and within twenty minutes, I picked her up and returned her to our bed.

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The following morning I was up early. I was working on our breakfast when Hannah came into the kitchen. She sat and didn't say a word for the longest time.

"It's going to be a light breakfast. Oatmeal, fruit, juice, and some coffee."

"That's fine," Hannah began, "I'm sorry. I had such a fantastic weekend, and we made love, then Moose ruined it all."

"Nothing to be sorry about."

She looked at me with those eyes of hers. "I'm not worth the effort."

I sat beside her and put my hands on her knees. "You will always be worth it."

*************Chapter sixteen*********

There wasn't much conversation between us as we dressed for work. I was putting together a plan. Last night after I had returned Hannah to bed, I stared at the ceiling the reminder of the night. I had rules—personal rules that I always tried to follow. One of those was not moving in with a woman—the same rule I broke with Becky.

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Once we were on the road, Hannah turned and said, "I'm quite a pain in the ass aren't I? I mean I'm not much in bed. I somehow believe you'd like more action from me. I have a hard time touching your dick and I know you'd love a blowjob."

"I thought our little weekend at Port Clinton was amazing. I sure don't have any complaints."

Hannah lowered her head and said, "You know what I mean."

Not much more was said until I pulled into the Glenn Center. I put the car in park and turned toward Hannah.

"Would you give me your key to your apartment?"

Hannah opened her purse and reached in. She handed me the key and asked, "Why?"

'Cause I'm going to get some of your things and bring them over to my apartment. You and I are going to play house for a week or so."

"But you said you didn't believe in living together without being married. That's what you said."

"I know it is and I still feel that way. Circumstances have changed." I slipped my hand behind her neck and pulled her lips to mine. "Perhaps for the first time in my life, I have someone that cares about me as well."

I could see Hannah's eyes becoming wet, and I said, "Don't go messing up your makeup. I'll pick you up at five."

We kissed, and I watched Hannah as she walked away.

And I wondered if did the right thing?"

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Since I don't need to punch a clock, I detoured over to Hannah's apartment. I wasn't quite sure what I wanted to bring back with me.

When I unlocked her door and walked in, it seemed eerily strange without her being there with me, and it was like I was walking on sacred ground. The first place I went was her bedroom. What little time I've spent with Hannah in her apartment, she always was a neat and ordered person. For the first time, I looked around her bedroom. There were no photographs of family members. As a matter of fact, nothing hung from the walls.

Hannah had several suitcases in the bottom of a closet. I opened one across the bed and began to fill it with some clothing. I wasn't sure what to bring. I pulled open drawers until I found the one that she kept her panties in. I took most of what was there. The next drawer down held her bras. It felt like I was in a dream world. The dream every boyfriend must have; rummaging through his girlfriend's underwear and bras. Hell I collected most of her pantyhose, too. I even took all the new pairs that were still in their packages.

I filled a second suitcase with jeans, a few dresses I liked, three skirts, and two pairs of dress slacks. In the rear of the closet, I found some shirts that were brightly colored. I took them as well.

After I was done in the bedroom, I checked in the bathroom. On her dressers I managed to figure out what cosmetics Hannah used the most and packed them as well.

I drove home, and hung Hannah's dresses and skirts in my closet. I made room in the chest-of-drawers and neatly filled them with her bras, pantyhose, and panties. When I was satisfied I drove to work.

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"Boss or no boss, it was nice of you to show up today," Becky said as I walked into the pencil palace.

I waved her off. "This is not the time."

I was at my desk trying to get my mind on the work that had piled up when I heard Becky's high heels tap along the floor. I wasn't in any mode for her shit right now.

"Before you say anything, I need to tell you, you're standing on mighty thin ice." I palmed my eyes.

"I'm worried about Hannah," Becky said.

"No shit!"

"Weekend didn't go as planned?"

"Becky, it was great. I set a personal best. I lasted over five minutes. I listened to what you said to me that night in the casino. It was about Hannah, and well... We made love. Then she showed up at my door a completely different person than she was hours before."

"I called the Cleveland PD. They are looking for the contraband phone."

I stood and drugged a chair out and pointed to it. "Sit down, hike your skirt up to your ass, and spread your legs."

Becky stood there in shock.

"Fuck you!" She started to turn and I caught her arm. She broke loose. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Becky said.

"You didn't do as I asked."

"Well fuck no!"

I settled back into my chair. "Then why didn't Hannah tell Moose NO?"

Becky looked at me and said, "It's all about control and power."

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Over the next few days I had my computer work to keep me occupied, and Hannah took over the kitchen table, working on her engine design.

It was a Thursday evening when we walked into the apartment.

"What do you say we go out to eat tonight?" I asked.

"That would be fine. What would you like me to wear?"

I looked at Hannah in her jeans and sneakers.

"What you have on would be perfectly all right with me."

"Oh you can do better than that. You choose and I'll wear it." She grinned at me.

"Okay, you're on."

We went back to the bedroom and I picked out one of those pairs of black dress pants and a red shirt. I went over to the drawer and retrieved a seamless bra.

She took it from my hand. "Okay."

All the times I've been with Hannah, when she'd wear a dress or skirt, nearly ninety percent of the, she wore suntan pantyhose. Once in a great while she'd wear off white hose. When I brought some of her stuff over, I noticed some black hose. So, I opened the next drawer and pulled out a brand new pair of barely black pantyhose and handed them to her.

She took them into her hand, but didn't say anything.

"You okay with those?"

"Sure. It's... well I haven't worn that color for a while."

"Moose? Did he?"

Hannah cut off my words. "It has nothing to do with Moose. Is there anything else?"

I pushed the drawer close. "Not that I can think of."

"Black panties to match the hose?" Hannah asked.

"No panties tonight."

"Oh!"

I went to the closet and pulled out a pair of her heels. They were much higher than the ones she normally wears. "These, too." I said as I handed them to her.

Hannah went to the bathroom while I searched for a tie that would match her shirt. I found something close, and was out in the living room trying to get it tied. That was when Hannah came out. She had everything on but her pants. Hannah walked over and took the tie from my hands.

"All you need to do is ask, and I'd tie this for you."

Somehow my hands made it to her nylon covered butt while she worked on my tie.

"There, all done," she said.

I couldn't look away from her. I guess I never paid attention to her legs before. Hannah never wore skirts higher than two or three inches above her knees. Ditto the length of her dresses. Most of the time, she's either in jeans or dress pants, so I've never really noticed her legs until that night. They were slender and oh so nice. Of course the black hose certainly helped. Being me, I soon had a hard that pushed against my pants.

Hannah noticed it as well. "Well now what should we do about this?" She rubbed her palm against the front of my pants.

"Jesus, Hannah, why do you think this happened? You standing there without your pants on, and you look so damn sexy."

Hannah put her arm around my neck while her other hand worked on my belt buckle. When she managed to open it, she pushed my pants down to my knees. Then as quickly as she could, she lowered my briefs. I was kind of ashamed by the hard that was between my legs. This was only to be a dinner date.

The next thing I knew she had my hand in hers and she placed it on my dick. "You know what to do," she said as she gave me a few strokes with my own hand.

She took a few steps back and stood there with her legs apart. She slipped her fingers underneath her hose and teased her clit. It was driving me wild, and I couldn't stop myself. I stoked my cock before her. I started to weave about a bit and within two minutes a stream of come exploded from my dick. Hannah instantly came over and began kissing me.

"Keep going," Hannah said.

I did and another smaller stream shot out and landed on her left thigh.

"Ah, shit, I'm sorry. I guess you'll need to change now."

Hannah looked down at her leg and noticed a nice long smear of come that clung to her pantyhose. My white come on her black hose really made it stand out. I felt so utterly embarrassed.

She made no attempt to wipe my come from her leg. She smiled at me and said, "It will be just fine."

The first time I did that in front of Hannah was when we were in the shower at Port Clinton. Talk about embarrassed! She certainly enjoyed watching me come. In a way, it was like a relieve valve because when we did make love later on, I would last longer. I had no idea how important this would be in the coming months.

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We had a great dinner and on the way home, Hannah snuggled up as close as her seat belt would allow. We walked back to my apartment with our arms around each other. I patted her rear and said, "No panty lines." She smiled back at me.

I opened the door and tossed my keys onto the counter, and then I led Hannah over to the sofa and quickly removed her pants and shirt. I had to keep telling myself to slow down, there's no need to hurry. I sat her down and placed her legs over mine. For the next two hours, I kissed her, and like a couple of high school kids, we made out.