My Sister's Special Request

"Ma'am, are you okay?"

"Oh, uh, yes I'm fine."

"Really?" I noticed she was dressed all in white -- not a wedding gown, but white, breezy resort wear. A pair of strappy white high heels hung from her fingers. She was barefoot in the sand.

"Yes, thank you. I guess."

"Listen, I'm not going to pry or anything, but it's late and we're total strangers and if you need someone to listen for a bit I've got time, and I'm a vault. John Doe at your service."

"Really?" She turned and looked at me through sandy blonde bangs. She looked me up and down. I wondered if the sea air would hide the aroma of sex that had seemed to pour off of me in the elevator. Which way was the wind blowing? Which way did I want it to blow?

"A vault?"

"Fort Knox" I said with a theatrical bow. She smiled.

"It might help to --" she paused. I waited. Her pause lingered.

"Talking always helps" I said quietly. She looked beautiful, standing there, holding her heels in both hands in front of her, silent in the moonlight. If I'd had the right camera, or a canvas and some oils... and some talent.

But I had other talents I hadn't needed to employ in a while. Time to see if those tools were still sharp.

"Oh, here, don't move" I said, and reached for her earring. I pretended some of her hair was tangled in it. Would she let me? Yes; the touch wasn't rebuffed, it was quietly accepted. I smoothed the hair back over her ear.

"Wow. Your hair is beautiful. I bet you heard that a lot today, unless people were too overwhelmed by the whole effect."

"Thank you."

"A siren posted by the sea,

Her golden tresses called to me

A precious night so far from home

A time one shouldn't be alone"

"So you're a vault, and a poet?"

"There aren't many of us around, and we try not to flaunt it anyway. That's not the vaultish way. So what's going on, Bella -- may I call you Bella?"

"You can if you'd like, but my name is Anne."

"Anna-Bella it is. Beautiful has to be in there somewhere." That earned me a little smile.

I waited. No pressure. Take your time.

She sighed. "It's my wedding night. We flew a few friends in, had a simple little service, and a party. Guess the open bar was money well spent. He's out cold. We'd been holding off for a month. Wow, I can't believe I said that. Guess I'll apologize oh right he's blackout drunk."

"You know, I once had a drink of a three-hundred-year-old single malt. Cost me a little over a thousand dollars. I'd pay somebody else to drink it if it meant I got to spend an evening with you. But hey, you have the rest of your life. He's a nice guy, right? Does he do this all the time?"

"No. It's been months, maybe more than a year since he got this kind of drunk. But tonight? I wanted --" She stopped herself. I waited.

She looked down. Her shoulders shook a little.

"If you wanted to look like a Greek sculptor's ideal of femininity, then I have good news" I said quietly. "But that's probably just the moonlight and the facts talking. Come here." I held out my arms. She saw them, looked around, then looked me over. And moved in. I gently held her.

"You deserve better, Anna-Bella" I said even more quietly.

"I don't know, I -- I just -- this isn't how...."

"I bet the party was fun at least? Right? At first?"

"Well, I suppose. A dance would have been nice. I mean a slow dance."

I let the silence drape over us for a few minutes. Some clouds had rolled in over the ocean, and I caught the moon rising out of the sea.

"Wow -- look at that."

She turned her head a bit. I felt what I thought was a smile.

"Very pretty."

"Can I tell you a story?" She shrugged a bit. She was still in my arms.

"When my father... when we lost my father I was just getting started in the world. Massive stroke, completely out of the blue. We were all devastated. Hit me harder than any... it was tough. I was driving back to help mom. Three-day drive. On the second night, I'm in some hotel, I forget where, doesn't matter. Couldn't sleep. It was two in the morning or something and I just got up and went outside. There was a trail in the woods, and I decided to see if all those job ads for cougar bait were telling the truth. So I took a walk. I came to a clearing, a little forest meadow, and just as I stepped into it the clouds parted and a moonbeam hit an owl. He took off, and I watched him silently soar across the clearing and off into the woods."

"What's the point?" she asked after my pause dragged on.

"Owls are cool. Well, that and sometimes life hands you little magical moments when you need them. It gave me a real boost to know that a little island of serenity might be right around the corner. Little pockets of magic. Soak 'em up. I was alone, and that one really gave me a boost. Look around; how many people would give their right arm to be on this beach, under this palm tree, watching the moon rise over the ocean. I've had a couple of those little bubbles of magic time, but I've always had to savor them alone. Until tonight. Soak it up. I'll soak it up with you. It can make everything better, at least a little."

She thought for a few moments, then she looked up. "Are you... is something..."

I gave it a few seconds, considering my answer. "I miss my sister." 'Especially her asshole, whew, I can't wait' I thought.

"Is she..."

I shook my head. No specifics. I gave it a bit longer, then looked her in the eye.

"Have you had a kiss? Since the altar -- vows, whatever? A proper, celebrate that you're married kiss?"

"Don't those usually come from the groom?"

"Are we going to quibble about labels or are you going to answer my perfectly innocent question, Bella?"

She looked down. "No. No, I guess I haven't."

"You deserve one." Pause. "Anne... may I? I'd like to brighten up your evening, your magic moment." She took a deep breath.

"Just a kiss."

I smiled, and whispered "thank you."

I stepped back just a bit. I took her face in my hands. "So soft" I said, so quietly that I'm not sure she eve heard it. "So smooth, so perfect." I closed my eyes, and very gently brought my lips to hers. I felt the muscles under the skin of my lips press myself to her mouth. I felt her lips respond. She was kissing me back. I kept the contact light, but not tentative. I pulled her breath in, and let her feel mine. I suddenly realized she was very likely bathed in the aroma of Emily. Well, nothing to be done about it. I kissed on, tilting her head just a little. She let me lead. I opened my lips a bit more, and ran my tongue along the bit of her top lip I'd exposed. She took a deep breath. I traced the bottom lip. I pulled my tongue back and opened my mouth a bit more. I pulled her mouth to mine, and kissed.

I felt her tongue. I let it wander, let it find my contours, and then I wrapped one arm around her waist. I moved the other behind her head, and met her tongue with mine. We were pressed together now, no longer just two strangers talking. We were a woman and a man, learning, testing a moment. Does it have enough magic to heal? To cover up? To destroy?

I tilted her head further, kissed her deeper, held her tighter. She moved with me, pressed herself against me. It was delicious. I moved the hand that was pressed against the small of her back. A tiny bit down, giving her the thought of my hand caressing her ass. But I stopped, slowly sliding it up, curling around her shoulder, then caressing her neck. I broke the kiss -- or rather moved it to the side of her neck. She panted as I kissed. A small part of me wondered if she was also hearing the symphony that was playing in my mind.

I broke the kiss, held her for another moment, and then stepped back. I'd drawn my hands down her arms, so our hands were held together between us. She was staring at me with a hunger in her eyes. Something had awakened.

"I would like to ask you for a favor."

"Oh really?" she said, cocking her head. It did lovely things to her neck, and I couldn't help but reach up and caress the contour. She took a little breath.

"I would like to give you a gift. The gift shop inside is closed, and I bet you have enough beer cozies anyway, so it can't be something material."

"Well?"

I moved my hand slowly back down from her neck, along her arm, to her wrist. When I got to her wrist, I ran a fingertip over the inside of her wrist. I swore I could feel her heartbeat. I reversed, and brought my hands up along her arm, circled her shoulder, and brought it back to her neck. I circled a bit, then traced the side of her ear.

"I would like to offer you the gift of a massage. Every woman deserves some pleasure on her wedding night, especially a vision like you. Allow me the privilege of devoting the next hours entirely to your relaxation, your enjoyment."

I registered the exact moment when she saw my wedding ring.

"Don't you have anywhere to be? Won't your wife wonder?"

"My wife would be furious with me if I abandoned a woman like you in a magic moment like this. Furious. You're saving me from weeks of restoring her image of me as a chivalrous man, honestly."

She smiled, but it was stained with skepticism. A lot of skepticism.

"Listen, if you think you're standing by moonlight under a palm tree in a magic moment with a cookie cutter same-old-same-old kind of guy, you're mistaken. You're standing by moonlight under a palm tree next to the ocean -- did I leave that out? -- next to the ocean with a vault poet. My wife likes to know her man is a MAN. You might say that's a big part of our foundation. You might also ask her yourself what she thinks you should do." I pulled out my phone, and swiped to the actual phone part of the phone. Anne put her hand on mine.

"Just a massage?"

"Just a massage. Allow me the honor of giving you fond memories."

Here we go. Decision time. Beethoven faded, and game show music took his place. Good thing he's deaf.

"Where?"

I hadn't thought of that, but I realized almost instantly that I had a room key in my pocket. Also, I was happy to see her.

"I have a room. Our cottage is that way" I nodded over my shoulder, "but I also have a room."

"Oh you do, do you? And why is that?"

"As I may have mentioned, my wife enjoys knowing her man is a man, and --" I pulled out my phone again "here, let me get my schedule out, you can see I have two hours entirely free. I have solid appointments from the until 4:15 tomorrow though, so you're lucky you found me when you did."

"I found YOU, did I?" she said with a smile.

"That's what the schedule says. Right here, 'get accosted by beautiful feminine vision, 8:30 to 11:30'. I'm such a gentleman I won't even mention that you were twelve minutes behind schedule."

"How thoughtful. So massage in this previously engaged room from now until 11:30?"

"If the lady is willing." I ran my hands over the crest of the trapezius, from her shoulder up to the top of her neck. "and would find it... pleasurable."

She took a deep breath and announced "the lady is willing. Also ready. Just a massage."

I offered her my arm. I gestured, asking if she'd like me to carry her shoes. She smiled and presented them to me. I carried them until we got to the edge of the sand. I guided her onto the sidewalk, and knelt to assist her with her shoes. She made no effort to maintain any decorum; in fact, she lifted her hem a bit more than was necessary to give me room to buckle the thin straps that kept the heels on her feet.

We walked into the lobby. "Drink?" I asked. She nodded, tilting her head slightly. She also graced me with a smile.

I led her to a bar next to the restaurant where I'd -- we'd -- eaten a few hours before. The Maître 'd noticed me. I ignored it. I had more important matters to focus on. I got the bartender's attention and scanned the bottles on display.

"Anne, what would you like? Champagne?"

"Double of tequila, anejo please, on the rocks with a twist of lime."

"Very good, sir?"

"Same but neat please." I gave her a subtle, sophisticated look that said 'nice order.' Or I made a pompous fool of myself. She didn't laugh or roll her eyes, so let the record show subtle and sophisticated.

The bartender returned with the drinks, and I added a good tip. Then I led her to the elevators. Another ride up. Would the bouquet of the tequila cover up the scent of sex, or had the salt air washed it all away? How would she want her massage, a towel on the floor or stretched out on the bed? Would the bed smell like sex? How much had we scrambled the covers? Is dark matter just proof that modern cosmology is more uncertain than they'll ever admit? Where are king Solomon's mines? Does she have any tattoos? Will I get to taste her -- DING."

We got off the elevator. At the door, I asked her to hold my drink so I could work the key. It also meant I had two hands free when we walked in. I would have preferred to open the door and let her go first, but I wanted to sweep the covers off the bed so we wouldn't be standing there staring at sex patterns on the sheets. Like I said, subtle and sophisticated.

I swept them off with a flourish and announced "your massage table madame! Unless the lady would prefer..." I left that hanging in case she had other ideas.

We were now immersed in the roles of the gentlelady and her attendant. "The lady would like to change" she said with a smile. Saucy twitches danced around the edge of that smile. I got even happier to see her.

"The changing room is right behind us my lady. If you'll allow me --" I ducked into the bathroom. I was happy to see I'd remembered correctly; we hadn't disturbed any of the towels or toiletries. I returned with a bath towel and the moisturizer.

"Please take your time."

She nodded and disappeared into the bathroom. A minute later she emerged. She was still wearing those heels, which I found both interesting and very pleasant. That's all she was wearing under her towel, which I found even more pleasant.

I had spread out the towel along the side of the king sized bed. She moved over, lay herself down, and unwrapped the towel. Bare, newlywed skin was on glorious display. I offered her a drink, and she propped herself up. She covered her breasts with one arm, and took the drink with the other. I had mine, and took a good sip. She shot hers. A double, dispatched in the blink of an eye. I noticed that the ice bucket was still there from earlier and got a glass of ice water, setting it where she could see it on the side table.

"Is madame ready?"

"Mmmm." She swept her hair up to reveal her neck.

I warmed the lotion with my hands. I started the massage with feathery strokes the whole length of her body. I started at her neckline and worked down, skipping the 'towel zone' and continuing down her legs. A few cycles of that and I increased the pressure, running down her body with back and forth sweeping strokes. I gave her feet some special attention with the lotion. Then I put a firm but sensuous kiss on the back of her near knee.

That was a mistake.

I found myself on the floor with bells ringing in my ears and a pain above my right ear.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" The next thing I knew, I had a naked newlywed on top of me, apologizing for kicking me in the side of the head and checking to see if I was bleeding. So yeah, things were even better!

I played up the pain a bit, and when the moment was right I pulled her into a deep kiss. There was zero hesitation. I fondled her breasts, caressed her ass, and she moaned in pleasure. She pulled at my pants as I sucked her nipples.

I helped with my pants as much as I could without releasing her nipples. If the Olympic committee is looking for a new sport I'm pretty sure that would get the ratings up. It got me up. Which made it harder to get the pants off. But we succeeded. She dove for my cock and started sucking. I threw my head back and enjoyed her mouth for a few minutes, but I wanted to keep her the center of attention.

I picked her up and threw her on the bed. I spread her legs, but she put a had over herself and said "I'm sorry, I just can't fuck! Let me suck you some more!"

"I have a better idea" I replied, and began kissing up the length of her leg. She drew a shuddering breath and closed her eyes. When I got to the little cavern at the inside of the top of her thigh I spelled out "you are married" with my tongue. I don't know if she figured out what I was doing, but it sure as shit turned me on. Several hours earlier I had been here with another married woman, and the contrast was electrifying. Emily had been raw, wanton, reveling in her betrayal. Anne was lying naked with her legs spread and still trying to find a way to hold back something for her drunk, disappointing husband.

I finished my spelling bee and moved slowly over. Her pussy smelled delicious. I did my best to replicate our first kiss on the lips of her vagina. When my tongue first entered her she screamed. I licked and tasted and tried to get all her fluids out of her and into my mouth. That was a losing proposition, but I'm stubborn. She started stroking her breasts. I moved my hands up and pulled apart her tight little lips. She had surprisingly long inner lips, and I kissed each of them like they were separate people who needed to be convinced to join in the fun. They felt amazing in my lips. My tongue explored every surface.

When I'd given her lips all the attention they could take I moved further up. When I got to her clit she screamed again. Her legs tried to grip my head, but I held her thighs down. She went from stroking her breasts to pinching her nipples, and she quivered and spasmed into an intense orgasm. When I was sure she wasn't going to crush my head I let go of one of her thighs and ran my fingers into her drenched snatch. My mouth and tongue stayed focused on her clit, but I wanted to find her g-spot too. It didn't take long. When I curled my fingers and rubbed it, her orgasm surged to another level. She was babbling and pulling on my hair (rough night for me, at least from the shoulders up) and squirming so hard I could barely maintain my efforts. I kept going though. I wasn't getting hypersensitivity signals, so there was absolutely no reason to stop.

Anne realized I wasn't going to stop and kept right on enjoying my mouth. I pulled my fingers out and pinched her nipple with them. I started to, anyway; she grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand to her mouth. She sucked my fingers as I continued to press my face to her body and pleasure her. Knowing she was enjoying herself with me on her wedding night was really turning me on. Any guy who'd rather drink than give this woman the wedding night she deserved shouldn't complain when she finds an eager man.

I kept licking, doing whatever it took to make her moan and writhe. I was in no hurry. I had already had a great, very satisfying day, so I just wanted to see where she'd take this. I was bathed in her perfume and loving every second. Anne kept sucking my fingers, working her own nipples. My arm started to feel funny from being stretched out though, so I pulled it away and began running my fingers all around her lips, her pussy, the slick, smooth skin just below her pussy, rubbing and massaging as my tongue continued to work her clit. She was loving it. After a while she pulled me up and said "turn around!" She was getting me into position to sixty-nine with her. She pulled my erection to her mouth and began pulling on my hips. She wanted me to make love to her throat while I was licking her. I got a good rhythm going with my hips and set them on cruise control. The new angle made it easier for me to use my hands and nose. I love burying my nose in a woman, enveloping it in her aromas. I even let my nose drift down to her little brown pucker while my tongue traveled down from her clit. With everything going on it was hard to gauge her reaction.