Chapter 4 - Back Home
After she returned from Europe, Elle's thoughts kept drifting to the experiences she had had only a few weeks earlier with someone she barely knew. Elle and the man had continued to chat and talk, of course, and Elle enjoyed that very much, but when she thought of him, she became unbelievably aroused and craved his mouth, hands, and cock on her and inside her. His touch had felt like no one else's. Elle felt certain they would never meet again, so she replayed the time they had spent together in her mind over and over to savor every detail.
Elle worked from home, so, on those frequent occasions when her thoughts drifted back to the hours in the hotel room and the feeling of the man's tongue on her clit, her favorite toy was in reach. She joked to herself that she was going to wear it out. She fantasized about using it with him. She wanted to call him so he could watch her and maybe instruct her, but doing so was rarely possible. As a result, she often felt the need to use her vibrator, even if - and especially if - she was home alone.
On a fairly typical Tuesday afternoon, Elle found herself thinking about the time she had had the audacity to suck her lover's cock in a public park. She left her home office and made her way to the bedroom. She loved the older man's cock, and the mere thought of sucking him off excited her. That thought alone sent a charge through her that ended at her throbbing clit. Thinking about how she had felt with his fingers inside her and his lips pressed against her lower lips, she started caressing her breasts, slowly at first, then more firmly. She pinched her nipples and imagined his tongue and teeth on them. She thought of the sex she and the man had had in the shower and started moving her vibrator slowly and gently over her clit. She had only removed her shorts and was still wearing her thong, bra, and a thin t-shirt. She planned to make the session last, so she hadn't rushed to take everything off. Elle teased herself for as long as she could stand it. Every time she felt close to coming, she would stop. After several minutes, she slid her thong to the side and held the vibrator directly against her clit. She felt how wet she was. Thinking of her lover's cock, she began to insert the toy slowly into her wet pussy. As she was doing so, the doorbell rang.
"You've got to be kidding!" Elle mumbled aloud, annoyed. She decided to ignore the bell - it probably wasn't important anyway - but it rang again, so Elle got out of the bed, pulled on her shorts, and called out, somewhat humorously, "I'm coming!"
When Elle opened the door, she gasped, recognizing the man at the door. "Michael!" she said, "it's been a long time."
"Too long, Gabrielle," he replied.
"You are the only person who calls me that!" Elle said, laughing.
"I bet I'm the only person who has done a lot of things with you," Michael said, grinning broadly. He was several years her junior and looked even younger than he was.
"Well, um, yes," Elle stammered, with obvious embarrassment. "Regaining her composure, she asked: "What are you doing here?" She quickly added: "I don't mean to sound rude, but this is a bit of a surprise. I've told you multiple times that I'm not available."
"You know I've missed you," Michael said, trying to look a bit sad, before adding, "and I'm here to fuck you. I still get hard every time I think about bending you over the bed and drilling you." After a brief pause, he added, "I know you want to, and I know you're here alone because there is only one car in the driveway."
Elle was flustered. She and Michael had had some amazing times, it was true, and she
was
incredibly horny and unbelievably wet. But she was in a relationship, and Michael wanted to fuck her in her house, not in a hotel (and restaurant and park) thousands of miles away. She had previously told Michael that hooking up again was out of the question, but maybe she hadn't been convincing, she realized. "Michael, you know it was really great when we were together, but you know I've got someone in my life and ...."
"Of course I know. We quit fucking when you met him." He added, stepping over the threshold into the living room: "Are you trying to tell me he's the only man you've only been with since we last saw each other? I don't believe it. Do you expect me to believe you don't think about my cock and how hard I've fucked you in every room of this house?" Elle started to protest, but he stopped her: "Well, I don't believe that either." He peered into the bedroom, saw the bed was unmade, and then turned back at her. He grinned, and Elle knew he had noticed the vibrator she hadn't bothered to put away. "No wonder you look flushed," he said, chuckling. Then, a bit more seriously, he looked at her and said, "you know you're going to fuck me."
With those words, Michael moved closer to Elle and pinned her against the wall. She reminded herself that she was in a committed relationship, her recent experiences in Europe notwithstanding. She had no regrets about the time she and her lover had spent together. Those hours were delicious, and she knew she would do it again in a heartbeat. But this was different - this was in her house, she was alone for many hours every day, and Michael didn't live very far away. "Michael, you know I can't," she protested, more breathlessly than she would have liked.
Michael began to press against her, grabbing her wrists and raising her arms over her head. "You should leave," Elle said in a voice she knew didn't sound convincing.
"C'mon, Gabrielle," he whispered, "I remember the lingerie you used to wear for me. My cock gets so hard when I think about it." After a moment's pause, he continued: "You know, I even have a few pictures you sent me. I really like the one of you in the blue bra that matches your tattoo, but the pictures in the red and black see-through lingerie are pretty hot, too. Your face looks so beautiful in those."
Elle nodded, "uh-huh." She remembered their encounters and the pictures very well, and, at that moment, the memories were almost more than she could bear. "I remember, but you really should leave." At this point, her voice was barely more than a whimper.
