This Bear Is Gentle

DING DING DONG.

"Oh damn," Lauren sits up in bed, pushing her hair out of her eyes, suddenly remembering the air conditioning man is supposed to arrive at 8:00 o'clock. She stayed up late, chatting online with some college classmates while watching an old movie and forgot to set her alarm. Grabbing her red silk robe from the foot of the bed, she pulls it over her dad's old undershirt and little boy boxer shorts. Barely getting both arms inside the sleeves of her robe, she opens the front door, while trying to hold her hair out of her eyes.

"Good morning darlin', I'm Fletcher Tedson" the big man says, smiling at the tiny young woman in the doorway. "Is your daddy home?"

"I'm sorry, ah, Mister, ah, Mister Tedson?"

"That's alright darlin'," he chuckles at her blushing embarrassment. "Is your Daddy home?"

"No. No, Mom and Dad went to ah, ah, reunion. No, they went to a funeral. They, they will be back sometime tomorrow. Sorry, I'm not quite awake yet. I stayed up too late last night."

Lauren holds the door open wider and steps back, still trying to push her hair out of her eyes. She looks up at the man, seeing a sewn on label above one pocket, showing he works for Tedson Air Conditioning. Her father said a man was going to come by to calibrate the air conditioning vents. The whole family is tired of going from one cold room to a hot one. Lauren shivers every morning, after going to sleep in a comfortable room and waking up, feeling like ice has formed on the inside of the windows.

Lauren's father said the man's name is Bear. Lauren doesn't know if it's because of his size, or because of his closely cropped beard and body hair, obvious on his arms below the folded back cuffs of his long sleeve shirt. Not only does he have dense hair on his arms, she can see more dark curls inside the top two undone buttons on his shirt. He has a full head of dark brown hair, lightly threaded with a few strands of gray or white, making his hair look like it glistens. There are also some lighter hairs in his whiskers, giving him a distinguished look.

Fletcher steps inside, looking at a paper he takes from his shirt pocket. "I'm supposed to calibrate the vents to even out the temperature throughout the house." He laughs and tells her, "Your daddy said you use an electric blanket in the summer."

Trying to hold her robe closed with one hand and attempting to collect her wayward hair with the other, she finally lets go of the robe and pulls her hair on top of her head. She searches for the hair band, which is probably somewhere under the covers of her bed. Allowing the robe to fall open she does not see Fletcher take an appreciate glance at Lauren's obvious physical charms. He loves the riot of her hair. The long thick curls are probably twice the size it usually appears after a good brushing. Oh wow, how he would love to have his hands in all that mass of glorious hair. He sees her breasts pushing against the thin material of the loose man's undershirt. The darkness of her areolas show, as do the prominent nipples centered on each breast. He also catches a glimpse of her dark pubic hair in the slightly spread gap at the front of the low slung boy's boxer shorts, which many young girls have adopted as casual pajama bottoms.

"Yes, Dad said you could do something about the hot and cold rooms."

"That's right, baby girl. Show me where the thermostat is, then you can go do whatever you need to do and I'll do my work. Alright?"

"Yes, okay. It's ah, one thermostat is upstairs and the other is in the den. Do you, can you, will both units work together? I'm sorry I don't understand some things like this."

"That's what I'm here to find out, darlin'."

"Oh, okay. Ah, you want to come with me? I mean to find the upstairs one."

"Lead the way", Fletcher says, watching the young woman walking to the stairs, enjoying the rear view as much as he did the one from the front. Feeling his erection bump against the front of his jeans, he mentally tells himself to slow down. This is his friend's daughter. She's probably not even 20 years old yet.

Fletcher climbs the stairs at a slower rate than Lauren, as her light silk robe floats in the wake of her steps. He catches one glimpse of the back of her thighs and wonders how such a tiny thing can have such long slender legs. Feeling another bump against the front fly of his jeans, he mentally says, "Down boy."

Back in her bedroom, Lauren mutters to herself about her irresponsibility for not being up and dressed to take care of something her father asked her to do. The movie wasn't that good and one of her online conversations was an argument with a fellow student who has been pursuing her. She knows the main reason he wants her to go out with him is so he can get in her pants. He told her that last night and she told him she wasn't interested. He claimed to know one other student who sampled her charms and he claims he can give her more satisfaction. Lauren told him to get in line, like at the back of the line, and expect people to cut in line ahead of him.

"Get a grip girl", she mumbles to herself, using an expression her father often says. Instead she just sits thinking about the man who followed her upstairs. "Oh wow, now that's a man." A chill goes across her shoulders, thinking about the hard muscles she saw flexing under his shirt. "Why doesn't a man like that chase me, instead of the wimps I meet at school?"

She throws the bed covers to the foot of the bed, running her hand down to the bottom, searching for the elastic band to tie her hair up so she can take a quick shower. Not finding the elastic band, she pulls her shirt off, and pushes her shorts down and steps out of them. She picks up both pieces of clothing and takes them to the hamper in her bathroom. She rummages through a basket on the counter top until she finds another elastic band. Naked, she walks back into her bedroom to get clean underwear as she raises both hands to her head, trying to capture all of her hair on top of her head so it won't get wet in the shower.

As she stands in the center of her bedroom, the door opens. Fletcher stands in the open door looking at Lauren. She is frozen in place, watching the changing expressions on the man's face.

"Be still", Fletcher says, a twinkle in his eyes as he looks her up and down, pausing for a moment on the perky breasts jutting out. His eyes go down a little further and he smiles at the curly bush at the top of her mound.

When she starts to lower her arms, he says, "No, you stay just like that. I'm not done looking yet." He walks into the room, never taking his eyes off the young woman, as he holds a thermometer up in front of the air conditioning vent. He takes his eyes off her for only a moment, to look at the temperature, and then returns his eyes to the girl.

Fletcher walks across the room to stand in front of Lauren. He lifts one hand, places the backs of his fingers on her collar bone and runs his cold fingers slowly down her chest, spreading his middle and ring fingers when he reaches the point of her breast. Capturing the dark areola between his fingers, he squeezes, causing the nipple to point out toward him. He places his cold dry thumb on her nipple, applies pressure, and rubs his thumb in a circle moving the nipple, held between his fingers. The grin never leaves his face.

"Do you like that, baby girl?" he asks, his eyebrows raised in inquiry.

Despite her embarrassment, Lauren nods.

Not ceasing the movement of his thumb, Fletcher lowers his other hand and ruffles his fingers through the curls over her mound. A chill goes across Lauren's shoulders, which has nothing to do with the air conditioner blowing cold air into the room. His hand moves from side to side, moving only the hair, without enough pressure to touch her skin.

"Are you wet, baby girl?" he asks, his grin changing to a soft smile, with just a faint separation of his lips showing glistening white teeth behind them.

This time, Lauren nods easier. She knows his stimulation has caused her pussy juice to flow. One small trickle is going down the inside of her thigh. And she can smell the musk of her own arousal.

"Lift your knee for me baby girl. I want to feel how wet you are."

Doing as he asks, Lauren lifts her knee, bringing it up above her waist. With one hand still stimulating her nipple, Fletcher's pushes his other hand between Lauren's legs, gently moving the hair around Lauren's pussy. He taps his middle finger against the crease between the lips of her pussy a few times. He pulls his hand out from between her legs. When Lauren starts to lower her knee, Fletcher shakes his head. He wipes the finger across Lauren's lips, watching as Lauren's tongue involuntarily comes out to lick her lips. Fletcher's smile grows as he puts his finger in his mouth, sucking her juice off.

"Do you like the taste of your honey, darlin'?" He watches Lauren nod, then says, "I like it too", he says, putting his hand back between her thighs and curls his finger as he draws it out, separating the lips, collecting more of her juice. This time he does not share the taste with her. Instead he licks his finger, from the base all the way to the tip, turning his hand to clean it thoroughly.

Gently he pushes her knee down, releases her nipple, and uses both hands to lower Lauren's arms, his eyes never leaving hers. Using both of his hands, Fletcher unbuckles his tool belt, letting it fall to the floor with a dull thud and the rattle of a few tools hitting each other.

Lauren watches his hands as he opens the first button at the top his shirt. Vaguely aware of his movements, she watches his hands move down the shirt as he uses the toe of one boot to step on the heel of the other, stepping out of his boot, and then does the same to the other boot. He pulls his shirt tail out of his jeans, finishes opening the buttons and holds the sides of the shirt away from his body, showing the dark mat of hair across the top of his chest. Fletcher shrugs his shoulders and allows the shirt to fall behind him, on top of the tool belt.

Fletcher watches Lauren's face going across his chest and following the dark line of hair down the center of his chest as it disappears below his belt. He puts his hands on Lauren's shoulders and asks, "Do you want to touch the teddy bear, baby girl?"

"Yes", she whispers, then clears her throat and says a little clearer, "Yes, please."

He slides his hands down her arms and captures her hands, bringing them up to rest against the mat on top of his flat male nipples. "Then you just touch all you want, darlin'."

Lauren watches her hands move across Fletcher's chest, pushing her fingers through the dense hair and lifting her fingers as the hair threads through her fingers. Her father is almost hairless. None of the boys she has ever seen without a shirt have such a glorious growth of body hair. She is so busy moving her fingers, watching her movements she pays little attention to Fletcher as he unbuckles his belt, lowers the zipper and pushes his jeans and boxer shorts down his hips until they fall the remainder of the way to his feet.

Fletcher moves closer to Lauren, stepping out of his clothes and rests his hands around Lauren's waist. "Do you like the teddy bear darlin'? That's my nickname, you know. Your dad calls me Bear."

"Yes, I like it", Lauren answers, looking up at Fletcher's face then returning her attention to her fingers. She glances down at his erection, swallows and moves her eyes back to his.

A gasp escapes Lauren's mouth, when Fletcher's hands move up under her arms and lift her off her feet. Her eyes show fear, and then delight, as she looks down at him, as he lifts her head above his. Her eyes widen when she sees his erection curled upward. The length and girth is almost frightening in size to someone as small as she is. Raising her up until he can kiss her stomach, he begins to lower her, telling her, "Put your legs around me, baby girl." Her wetness spreads down his chest and across his stomach, as he lowers her until she can grab his shoulders. He captures one nipple in his mouth, suckles for a moment and moves her body until he can capture the other nipple. He finally lowers her until she has her legs wrapped around his waist.

She feels his erection brushing against her pussy and inhales deeply. "Bear, ah Bear?" Lauren falters when she feels his erection brush through the hair around her pussy.

Fletcher wraps his arms around her, holding her to him and soothing her. "Sh-h-h, sh-h-h, baby girl, this Bear is gentle." He bends his head down to kiss her gently, lifts his head, smiles at her, and then kisses her again. His tongue brushes across the seam between her lips, asking her to open her mouth for his exploration. He lifts his head, watching her tongue come out to touch her upper lips to soothe the tingle left by his mustache brushing across her mouth. He lowers his mouth to hers again, kissing her softly, moving his mouth slowly, using his tongue inside her mouth to let her know what he is going to do when he gets his mouth between her other lips.

Lauren slowly pushes her tongue out and feels Fletcher's tongue going around and around the tip of hers. He puts his tongue under hers, brushing up to the tip of her tongue, and goes back and forth across the tip. Lauren feels a tingle when the tip of his tongue touches hers. He goes back down and then up the underside of her tongue and does it again and again, showing her the movement he will soon use to give her pleasure.

As Fletcher kisses Lauren, she relaxes in his arms rubbing her breasts against his chest. She arches her back to push her breasts against him. She rubs her nipples against his nipples, feeling the rough hair on his chest abrading her tender flesh, scratching, rubbing, and intensifying the feeling. His tongue rubs against the roof of her mouth causing chills to break out on her back and upper arms.

He feels her pussy trembling against him. Just from kissing and the stimulation to her nipples she is near a climax. But he wants to slow her down, he wants this to last. There is much more of her he wants to enjoy before he allows her to find release. Holding her gently he waits until her breathing begins to slow, then Fletcher takes two steps forward and pushes Lauren back until she is standing in the middle of her bed. He falls on the bed, landing on his back, causing the bed to bounce. Lauren separates her legs to keep her balance, watching his erection bounce against his stomach. Their laughter combines at her surprise and enjoyment of this man's way of having a little fun.

"Step over me and squat down here" he tells her, patting the top of his chest. "I need a good taste of that little honey pot of yours, baby girl."

Doing as he asked, Lauren lowers her ass, surprised when her downward movement lands her in his hands, keeping her from actually resting on his chest. He lifts his head and pulls her toward his mouth. He swipes his tongue through the hair covering her pussy, all the way up, stopping just before reaching her clit.

Fletcher raises his knees, his erection rubbing between the cheeks of her ass and tells Lauren, "Lean back darlin' and slide down here. This is going to take a while and I don't want to rush."

Lauren leans back against his knees but her back is stiff, unsure what to expect. "Relax, baby girl, you'll enjoy this. I promise. If you don't, I'll stop. Now, take a deep breath, lean back and let a man show you what feels good."

When he has Lauren placed with her pussy against his chin, he takes his hands from beneath her, puts them on her knees and begins to part her legs as he rubs his chin up and down, spreading her wetness throughout his beard.

Fletcher looks up at Lauren, "Watch baby girl. See how much I enjoy the taste of you." She can look between her legs and watch him. He opens his mouth and closes it around both of her outer lips, sucking them gently, stimulating additional blood to fill the tissues, causing her lips to swell.

"Bear. Bear. Oh gosh, Bear", Lauren pleads, not knowing what she is asking for. She moans and arches her back, pushing herself against his face.

He holds her pussy lips in his mouth and brushes his tongue up and down the seam between the lips. When he releases the lips, his tongue, followed by his chin, brushes between the lips, all the way up, stopping just below her clit. He repeats the action, feeling her shudder when he gets near her clit, but he is not going to give her that much stimulation. He plays with her for as long as she is still or only moving her hips back and forth, but never taking her pussy away from his wonderful mouth, lips and tongue.

He rests his arms on top of her thighs, reaching down to place his thumbs on each side of her pussy, pulling the outer lips until her can see the inner lips already red from her arousal. He licks each one, gently sucking them into his mouth and slowly letting the lip fall from his mouth. He moves to the other side and points his tongue into her heat, scooping and sucking her juices into his mouth.

His mouth goes around and around, rubbing and tasting her until he feels her whole body trembling. He points his tongue and tickles her clit, going faster and faster until he feels the muscles of her inner thighs trembling. He moves back down to her opening, pushing his tongue into her, moving up and down, collecting her juice, enjoying the fresh tart taste of her.

He returns to her clit, tickling, sucking on the nub as it elongates, throbs, and grows hotter. He opens his eyes and looks up at Lauren. Her head is resting back against his thighs, moving from side to side, her hair brushing across his knees. With his pointed tongue he tickles her clit, moves his head from side to side, his chin buried in the heat of her. When the first muscle contractions begin inside her, he knows her climax cannot be stopped.

He puts his tongue inside her and presses his chin against her. As the muscle contractions begin to slow, his returns to stimulating her, taking her to another height. Even when she tries to escape his mouth, he holds her in place, his hands on her hips, lifting her to his mouth. She moans, calls him and is incoherent with her pleading. Her body trembles, her shoulders shake, she pushes her feet against the bed trying to escape, but his arms are wrapped around her, holding her down.

"Sit up baby doll. Slide back and let me inside you", Fletcher tells her. "Take me inside you, baby doll. You're on top, you have control."

Barely knowing what she is doing, only listening to Fletcher's voice, Lauren raises her body, while Fletcher holds his cock, rubbing it in her moisture. When she begins to lower herself he moves his hands to her breast, stimulating her, rolling her nipples, pulling on them.

She takes the head of his cock inside her hot pussy. She takes a deep breath lowering her self another inch. The muscles in her belly tremble with the aftershocks of her multiple climaxes, pulling him inside her.

"Oh baby doll, you are so hot. Take me into your warmth. That's it baby doll, take all you want." Fletcher talks to her as she takes another inch, and then another. Lauren shudders, moves forward then back as another inch slides inside her. She lifts her hips until all that remains inside her is the head of his cock, before she goes back down, taking more of him inside her.

"I'm taking all of you Bear. Look", Lauren says, leaning back as she finally settles against him.

"Move darlin', find that sweet spot and move against it." He need not have told her, she is already sliding back and forth, stimulating her clit against his pubic bone.

"Bear, oh Bear, that feels so good." Lauren leans forward, resting her hands against his chest, her head hanging down as she tries to take deep breaths. Her movements become stronger as she presses against him, grinding her hips as hard as she can. Her breathing is fast and her head moves, the dense curls flying across her face. Fletcher wants his hands in that hair but he holds her hips instead. This is one wild little woman. Her movements become even and smooth as she moves faster and faster. Fletcher puts his hands on her hips, urging her to continue, helping her move. He feels her climax begin when she stops suddenly and then begins to trash about, going up and down, side to side and an a circle grinding herself against him.