White Knight in a Cadillac

"I'm sorry Steve, I was just playing, I didn't mean it, I'm really sorry." She tried to make up.

He didn't say a thing, he just looked at her walk through the door. He spanked her on her butt and shut the door and locked it.

"Hurry up and get ready naughty girl we got to get out of here." He said through the door.

She leaned back against the door and smiled. He didn't hate her. The thought of his naked body raced through her mind. He was awesome. His stomach was cut and looked as hard as his arm felt. His cock was delicious looking even soft. She hadn't seen much more. She was wishing she hadn't seen him at all. Now she wasn't sure she could stop herself from wanting him. He unlocked the door when he got dressed. She was naked just out of the shower but he didn't open the door. She got ready and came back to his room. She announced her entrance just in case.

He looked at her like a father looks at his child when they have been bad. She looked at him embarrassed, her face was flushed. They loaded the car and found a good place to eat breakfast. Neither one said much as they ate, the motel incident was still fresh on their minds.

They were on the road to…to who knows where? Amber put her arm on the back of the seat and gently brushed his shoulder with her fingers. He looked at her and smiled. She felt better but still awkward.

"Those new jeans look good on you." Steve said, finally breaking the silence.

"Thanks, I really like them." She answered.

"Wish I had had them on earlier." He smiled at her.

"Oh, Steve, please. I did a dumb thing, and I am so embarrassed. I really wish I hadn't done that. I don't know what got into me." She turned red again.

"So you did see something?" He had her now.

"Uhhh…yes." She confessed.

"Oh, nothing you haven't seen before I'm sure." He said.

"Yeah, just never so nice." She said without thinking.

"Oh, you think so?" He answered.

"Oh, well…I mean…oh damn, why can't I just keep my mouth shut?" She was turning redder if that was possible.

"I love embarrassing redheads, you guys turn so red, I love it." He laughed. "Where are we going Amber?"

"I don't really care Steve. Wherever this road leads I guess." Amber answered.

She relaxed and they began to talk and joke again. They were back on good terms in no time.

They headed southwest going to no particular place. They were lost in the freedom of not having to be anywhere at anytime. Amber saw a billboard advertising mountain cabins for overnight stays. They decided to check it out.

Steve pulled into the office. There were cabins wondering through the woods, Amber loved it. They went in and inquired about a cabin. They were more than a motel but would be nice. Steve asked for two cabins close together. Amber jumped in and asked the man if there were any two bedroom units. He answered that there were but the only one he had was toward the back of the complex. They decided to check it out.

The cabin was huddled in a glade. Amber had never seen anything so beautiful in her life. The sound of a running stream in the distance and the birds singing made it perfect.

"Oh Steve lets take this one." She begged.

They went in to look it over. There was one small bedroom and a loft with a bed that opened out to the living area. It was adorable. Amber took his arm and begged him to take it. They could buy food and cook and have a fire in the fireplace.

"You promise to stay in your room while I'm in the shower?" He whispered in her ear joking.

"No, Steve I get the loft. Oh, please, let me have the loft bed." She stuck out her bottom lip and pouted.

"Well at least I can lock myself in my room to keep you out." He smiled.

Amber's mouth flew open and she slapped his arm playfully. They took the cabin. There was a small grocery store just a mile or so back down the road. They bought steaks and potatoes and makings for a salad. She talked him into a bottle of wine. She picked up a cheap corkscrew. They got back to the cabin and Steve fired up the grill out back. Amber made the salad and prepared paper plates and plastic utensils. She opened the wine and poured some in two paper cups and took one to Steve and watched the fire burn. She hugged his arm and stared at the fire.

The steaks were perfect, the potatoes perfect, the salad, well it was salad and the wine was perfect. They finished eating and sat on the couch sipping their second cup of wine. The fire was blazing in the fireplace. The atmosphere was perfect.

"So let me get this straight. You were born at an early age, in a hospital so you could be near your mother and what happened after that?" Steve asked.

Amber laughed and began her life's story. She told him about her childhood, how wonderful it had been growing up on a ranch. All her horses names through the years. She had finished high school and went to a small community college for two semesters but didn't like it and decided it wasn't for her. She had had a couple of serious boyfriends but nothing permanent came of them. She brought him right up to date. She turned it over to him asking him about his life.

Steve went through his life for her. Pretty boring through high school. Some athletic accomplishments but nothing outstanding, except his martial arts skills. They were extensive, she reminded him that she had seen the results in the grocery store parking lot. He got his engineering degree, and met his wife in college…His face went blank. He fell silent, a tear ran down his cheek.

"What's wrong Steve?" Amber asked putting her hand on his shoulder.

He went on through his tears to tell her about his wife Michelle and his daughter Sarah. They were his life, his all. A drunk driver had hit them head on. In the middle of the day. What was that ass doing drunk in the middle of the day?! Steve's tears were streaming down his face. He had lost his job after the accident, he couldn't work, he didn't care. The insurance on Chelle and Sarah was over half a million. He didn't want the money, he wanted his Chelle and Sarah back. Michelle was part owner in a photography studio, her partner, Greg Daniels, bought Steve out for another fifty thousand. He sold his house, he couldn't stand to stay in it, too much of them in it. That added another two hundred thousand to his pocket, he bought his new Cadillac and took off to see the world.

Steve got up and walked to the bedroom and shut the door. Amber sat crying on the couch for several more minutes. Then she got up and followed Steve to the bedroom. She opened the door. Steve was lying face down on the bed crying. Amber, still crying, eased onto the bed, laid down beside him and began to rub his back.

"Steve, I'm so sorry." Amber said laying her head between his shoulder blades.

She was almost to the point of doing anything for this guy. She had never met anyone like him. With each pass of her hand she moved closer to his ass.

Finally Steve rolled over, the light from the fire barely illuminating them. Amber kept her hand at the waist of his jeans, she inched her fingers inside his pants. He took her hand and pulled it out, shaking his head no. She laid her head on his muscled chest and rubbed his stomach. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore her. Then she sat up on the bed and began to unbutton her blouse. He took her hands and held them.

"No Amber, please don't do that. You're gorgeous, wonderful, everything a man would want but I don't want your sympathy, at least not like this. Cry for me, hug me but not this, please." He whispered through his tears.

Amber stopped and sat there looking into his eyes, leaving her blouse with the first two buttons undone, the black lace of her new bra showing. She held his hand, he stared at the ceiling thinking about his Chelle, wishing she was there with him. Remembering the way they would make love, thinking how much Chelle would have loved this place. He looked at Amber, smiled at her and closed his eyes. She laid down beside him. They fell asleep in each others arms.

Amber woke the next morning. Steve wasn't in bed. The smell of coffee filled the cabin. She got up to find Steve staring out the window at the mountains behind them. He smiled and headed to the coffee pot. There were courtesy cups, a coffee maker and coffee. He poured hers and handed it to her. They stood there staring at each other sipping their coffee.

"Amber, I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't have gotten so emotional. It's been almost a year but I still miss them so much." He said.

"Oh no, Steve, you should never get over it. I hope they are in your heart forever. No one should ever take their place. And I'm sorry about last night too. I should never have made a pass at you like that. I was just wanting to help if I could. I'm sorry." She answered.

"No, Amber, listen. That was the most flattering thing anyone has ever done to me. To think that someone as beautiful and wonderful as you would have anything to do with an old fart like me is so far beyond flattery, I am floored." He said.

"Old fart? I think you forgot that I have seen the package." She ducked her head and smiled, beginning to turn red.

He laughed and walked back to the picture window admiring the sight. She joined him. They drank their coffee in silence. One of them would sigh from time to time entranced by the beauty. Steve turned to Amber.

"I'm hitting the shower. Want to join me?" He surprised her and himself.

Amber froze, her coffee cup just at her lips. Her eyes rose to his, he was serious. He reached his hand out to take hers. She looked down at his hand and took it. She put her coffee down on the table and shyly followed him to the bathroom.

Steve turned on the water, then turned to Amber. He took the top button of her blouse and unbuttoned it. His eyes were on hers. She was looking down at his hands opening her shirt. He pulled it off her shoulders when the buttons were all loose. She pulled the sleeves off her arms. His hands were busy unfastening her bra. When the hook let go her firm breasts popped out, the cups were barely covering her nipples. Her skin was so soft and white. He brushed her bra off of her breasts, his fingernails raking across her nipples gently. She sighed at the sensation of his touch. She looked up at him now her head tilted, her eyes misty, her mouth slightly opened, her breathing getting slow and deep, her body gently swaying in his hands.

He stepped back and took his shirt off, he kept his gaze on her perfect pink nipples. The areolas were small and so pink. The nipples were small domes of flesh. He couldn't wait to taste them. Amber was undoing her jeans and beginning to drop them down her soft sleek thighs, her black lace panties were like magnets to his eyes. As his hands moved to the snap of his pants, Amber stopped undressing and watched him, her pants wrinkled at her knees.

When his pants hit the floor he stepped out of them. She stared at the swelling bulge in his briefs. He put his hands in the elastic waistband and eased them off his hardening cock. His briefs dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them as he walked to Amber. She was intrigued with his beautiful tool. He bent down and put his hand behind her thigh and pulled her leg up, he pushed her jeans off her leg with his foot. He took her other thigh raising it and pushed her jeans to the floor.

They stood there looking at each other amazed. Steve was tanned, Amber was white as alabaster. Steve's nipples brown, hers pink. He pulled her to him, her flat white belly was in stark contrast to his hard flat tan belly. They gazed into each others eyes as their lips got closer and closer. Amber let out a little moan when Steve's hot wet lips pressed softly against hers. His tongue touched her quivering lips, they flew open to let him into her mouth. Their first kiss, Steve was naked, his cock stabbing her in the stomach. Amber with only her panties on. This was a first kiss neither one of them would ever forget. Steve picked her up in his arms, their lips still locked in their lover's embrace. He carried her without breaking their kiss. He eased her down onto the bed, their lips still engaged. He laid down on top of her and finally pulled his lips from hers. She kept moving her mouth, her eyes closed, she was lost in this man, wanting everything he was about to give her. She opened her eyes at last and looked up at him dreamily.

"Quite a first kiss, don't you think?" He asked her, his gaze moving up and down her body. She shook her head dreamily, yes.

He sat up studying her intently. He slid down the bed and took the waist of her panties in his fingers. He slowly inched them down her soft pouty mound. The sight of her blazing red pubic hair drove him crazy. He had never had a redhead before. She kicked her panties off with her feet. He was lowering his head to kiss her thigh, his stare locked on her incredible pussy. He kissed up her thigh. Her pussy lips were so pink and swollen. She flinched uncomfortably and put her hand over her pussy.

"Is something wrong?" Steve asked, his voice low, his breathing labored.

"Well…you don't have to kiss me down there if you don't want to." She said nervously.

"Does oral sex offend you Amber, I would never do anything to offend you, I am so sorry." He said, petting her hand on her pussy.

"No…I mean, I don't know Steve. You don't like it, do you? I mean you don't have to kiss me there, isn't it nasty?" She asked him.

"I want to pleasure you Amber. If you like it, I love it. Whatever you want." He was ready to satisfy her whatever she needed.

"Steve, I don't know…if I like it or not…no one has ever…I don't know what it feels like…" Amber confessed, keeping her hand over her pussy.

"Amber, do you want me to do it or not? I love it. I want to do it to you. If you don't like it I'll stop. If you like it I won't." He was kissing down her thigh toward her knee not wanting to be too threatening.

"I've wondered about it, but no one has ever offered and I didn't know how to ask them, it just seems so nasty to me." She said.

Steve sat up and looked at her. He took her knee next to him and pulled her leg up and wrapped it around his waist. Her hand was still on her pussy. He laid down on her and kissed her belly softly. She moaned and writhed gently beneath him. He eased up to her breasts and began kissing and licking one nipple and gently pinching and pulling the other one. She was getting hotter with each passing second. Her breathing was deep her belly heaving against his chest. She had never been with a man that treated her like this before. She had never been with a real man at all, only boys. Steve had her hornier in the first ten minutes than anyone had ever had her, period.

He kissed down her upper belly and licked across her ribs from one side to the other. She was getting hot. When he would kiss a particularly sensitive spot, she would flinch, her belly would suck in, she would sigh deeply, writhe against him and moan. As he got to her belly button he kissed it softly and licked circles around it making it wet. He stopped and looked up at her.

"Is my ladies pussy ready for her tongue bath now?" He asked.

"Uh huh." She sighed writhing, but keeping her hand on her bush.

She slowly slid her hand away as his kisses got closer to her bush. And wetter and hotter on her flesh. Her thighs spread wider. Her hips hunched up to meet his mouth. His hot breath felt amazing on the tender flesh of her pussy. She let out a cry of pleasure as his mouth kissed the soft skin where her thigh turned into pussy. She started moaning when his tongue touched the wetness between her lips. He spread her open with his thumbs and pushed his tongue into her hole. She melted and sighed, he felt so good. Soon he licked up to her clit and began massaging it with his tongue. She was going crazy. Writhing and hunching like nothing Steve had ever seen. The girl was hot, her pussy was so wet and ready. She dropped down in the bed and kissed Steve's mouth hard and pulled him up in the bed, she was breathing so hard it worried Steve. She dropped her mouth on his cock and sucked him. He laid back and enjoyed her. She was going nuts on him. She jumped up to him and begged.

"Oh Steve, please, please give it to me." She said sighing.

He rolled on top of her and guided his cock to her wet entrance. As the head penetrated her she began to cry softly at the pleasure of him. With each inch her cry got higher pitched and louder. When he buried himself to the hilt she dug her fingernails into his back and held on for dear life, sighed and let out a long low moan. He was hunching her rhythmically, his cock opening her like she had never been opened before. Her sweet flower was in full bloom. Her juice had him so lubed his big cock squeezed in and out of her perfectly. She was hornier than she could ever remember. The sensation building in her belly was new to her. She had been screwed before but nothing like this. This was new to her, and she loved it. She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly. As her body began to quiver deep down inside she began to tense and get as ridged as a board. When her hot juice splashed out and bathed Steve's cock it exploded uncontrollably inside her. His cock convulsed over and over, shooting its sticky cum into her velvet tunnel. He was moaning and groaning in her ear. She was wheezing in his ear, moaning with each breath, the side of her face glued to his. When his hunching finally slowed and he came to rest, she kissed his face and ran her fingers through her hair and held him in a new way. When he started to get up she pulled him back down and just moaned. He stayed and petted her and kissed her softly on her neck.

"Steve that was so wonderful, you're so amazing. Your cock is the most awesome cock in the world." She whispered in his ear, kissing that ear hotly.

"Of course it's the most awesome cock in the world. But only because of the woman wrapped around it. You make everything you touch the most awesome in the world Amber because you're the one touching it. Thank you for touching me, touching my life Amber." He whispered back wallowing his ear against her kiss.

The shower was still running. Steve got up against Amber's protest and turned it off. All the hot water was long since used up. They would have to wait for it to heat up. Steve went back to bed and cuddled her to him. They talked and laughed. Steve would goose her and she would giggle and writhe and beg him not to tickle her.

"Let's see if the water is hot yet." Steve said after thirty minutes or so.

She wrapped her arms around his neck holding him to her outstretched body.

"I love you Steve Garrett." She moaned in his ear, without thinking about what she was saying.

Steve got up prying her off his neck smiling down at her sweet glowing face. He checked the water, it was hot. He set the temperature and returned to her. He picked her up carrying her nude body to the bathroom.

"I think I better clean this nasty girl up." He joked.

She stuck out a pouting lip. "I'm not a nasty girl." She said like a child.

"After all that love making you must be nasty." He said like a daddy.

He held her pussy to his nose, he kissed her gently, she arched in his arms at his kiss. He licked down her thighs and back to her belly button. He looked up into her eyes.

"Pretty nasty. A pretty wonderfully nasty sweet pussy here little girl. I love your pussy Amber." Steve said burying his face in her bush.

He stepped into the shower and held her under the streaming water. Her body glistened as it got wet. Her pussy hair turned dark as it was soaked.

"Just my pussy?" She asked.

Steve smiled at her and set her down, her body sliding down his. He held her close and began to soap her back. She closed her eyes and enjoyed his attention. She knew he wasn't ready to say that. She shouldn't have told him she loved him. It was just a spur of the moment comment. She thought she meant it but she had only known him a few days. Great days though they were.