I had originally planned to enter Savannah into the 750 word competition; however, no matter how much I tried, I couldn't get it under 1200 words, so I decided to make it a full story (and if you read closely you'll see where the original ending was). The story could've been labeled as Romance, but I think better fits where it is. So I'll call it a romantic incest/taboo story. And although real places are named, they are there solely to be a part of the story and to help move the narrative along.
Thank you for reading. And as usual, constructive comments and positive ratings are always welcome. Enjoy...
Chris Stevens laughed to himself as his taxi slowly made it's way down Lake Shore Drive, past Buckingham Fountain and Grant Park.
'This is why I haven't come downtown in years.'
A native Chicagoan, Chris now had a condo in a far north suburb of the city, mostly so he had someplace to call 'home'. He was one of the most in-demand photographers in the world, so he was rarely home, almost never coming downtown. But the note in his hand, with it's cryptic, yet compelling message, was the reason.
'I'm at the Palmer House. Please come see me, Thursday the 17
th
at 7:00. I'll meet you in the lobby. S
Reading the note again, Chris wondered why she was getting in touch with him after so many years apart. Once they were close, as close as two could be. But the divorce shattered him - and her - and they hadn't spoken to each other in years; it had been even longer since they saw each other. And the mystery - why was she reaching out now?
'I guess I'll find out soon enough.'
Soon the taxi was clear of traffic and was pulling up to the Palmer House, still splendid looking after all the years. A doorman opened his door, and after paying the driver and tipping the doorman, he took a deep breath and entered the lobby, unsure of what he would find.
Stepping into the lobby, he was please to see it looked much as it did in the past. Luxurious fixtures, handcrafted woodwork, and a feeling of prosperity. He remembered his parents taking him and his siblings here for lunch and hot chocolate after looking at the Christmas displays in the large department stores, a tradition he and his now ex-wife continued with their own child for many years. Until...
His thoughts were interrupted as he saw her across the lobby. It had been many years since they last saw each other, but he knew her in an instant. Her face was much the same, but her body was that of a beautiful woman, and not like he last saw her. She was dressed impeccably in a classic women's power suit - starched white blouse, a navy blazer paired with a navy skirt that almost reached her knees, dark hose and heels. Her hair was much shorter than he remembered, but the same auburn color. And as she walked toward him, he fell in love with her all over again.
Now they were walking quicker, and soon stood before each other, looking the other over. She looked apprehensive, but a moment later Chris opened his arms and welcomed her into them. They stood there, holding each other tight, remembering feelings from the past. Soon Chris heard her softly sobbing into his shoulder, and he gently stroked her hair.
"You're here. I was so afraid you wouldn't come, especially after all these years."
"I almost didn't. I had no idea you were in town, Savannah, and my first thought was that the note was from her."
Breaking the hug, she looked at Chris and smiled.
"Let's go someplace we can be alone. There's a lot we need to catch up on."
Taking his arm in hers, she turned and began to walk to the bank of elevators.
"I thought we were going someplace to talk."
"We are, but what I want to say to you, I need to say in private, and not in some noisy bar."
The elevator doors slid open, and Chris let her enter first. She pushed the button for the 24
th
floor, as well as the 'door close' button. As the elevator began to move, she stood in front of Chris, her back to his chest, and took his hands in hers. Before he could say anything, she slipped his hands under her blazer and placed them on her bra-unencumbered breasts. Gasping as she did this, Chris felt the warm, soft, full mounds in his hands. She moaned, leaned into him, and whispered,
"Play with my tits. Play with my nipples - they're really sensitive."
As Chris squeezed and played, she moaned and squirmed against him. All too soon the elevator slowed and Chris removed his hands. As the door opened, she took his arm in hers, and walked him down the hall.
Stopping before the last door in the hallway, she removed the key card from her pocket and opened the door, holding it open for him. Still not sure what was happening, Chris entered the room and was surprised at the size. Closing and double locking the door, she walked over to the windows and pulled the curtains open, letting them see the view of the city and the lake beyond.
"This is quite the room."
"Well, when you're the CEO of your own successful company, there are perks to be had."
When Chris went to respond, she simply put her fingers to his lips.
"We'll talk later, but right now I need to do something I've been waiting years to do. Wanting for years to do. Taking something from my fantasies and turning them into reality."
Without another word, she began to strip for Chris. First her blazer found it's way onto a chair. Next her shoes. Then she began to slowly unbutton her blouse, showing him a bit more flesh with each undone button. Then she pulled the zipper of her skirt down, the soft purr the only sound in the room, letting it pool around her feet. She then slipped the blouse off her shoulders, leaving her standing before him in only a tiny pair of panties and thigh-high stockings.
His response was exactly what she wanted. Chris stood there, looking at her with unbridled lust. She knew he wanted her, but was holding back; knowing why, she took the next step. She slowly slid her hands down her body, playing with her tits as she went. Her hands went lower and dipped into her gathering wetness between her legs. When she took her fingers out of her pussy and sucked them into her mouth, he gasped... and she knew she had him.
Smiling at his uncertainty as to what to do next, she took his hand and let him to the bedroom, where a large king sized bed dominated the room. Letting his hand go, she closed the distance to the bed and in a sultry, sexy move, lay on her back, pulled her soaked panties off, and spread her legs wide in invitation.
When Chris hesitated, she smiled again and, placing her hands at her crotch, spread open her pussy lips for him to see just how wet she was for him.
"Please don't make me wait any longer. Take me any way you want, as often as you want. I'm yours. Any hole, any way. Please..."
Hearing the lust and want in her voice, Chris quickly stripped out of his clothes, joining her on the bed. Her eyes went wide when he was naked, her first glimpse of his fully erect dick exciting her even more.
"Are you sure? Once we do this, we can't ever uncross this line."
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life. Please, fuck me."
Placing a soft kiss on her lips, Chris knelt between her splayed legs and took in the beauty laying before him. She was beautiful, reminding him of someone from his past that he tried to forget. But the memory was past - and she was here right now, naked and begging him to fuck her. Taking a deep breath, Chris took his dick in his hand and placed it at her opening, rubbing his dick up and down, spreading her wetness. As he did, she moaned out loud, encouraging him even more.
Not hesitating, Chris began to slip into her pussy, treasuring the feel of pushing into a woman's pussy, as if making love for the first time with someone. Soon he was fully seated as he felt himself entirely engulfed by the warmest, wettest pussy he'd ever been in. Then he began to move, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. Again and again he moved, his lust building with every motion.
At the same time, she was laying there in ecstasy, feeling Chris pumping in and out of her pussy. It was a wonderful feeling, one that was even better than she had imagined. Higher and higher he took her, closer and closer to her impending orgasm. She moaned, encouraging him to go faster and harder. Encouraging him to make her cum. Begging him to cum in her, to fill her with his semen.
Both could feel their orgasms building, but when Chris leaned over and sucked a nipple into his mouth, her orgasm washed over her like a tsunami, short circuiting her brain with pleasure. She screamed. She writhed. She squeezed his dick, causing him to shoot rope after rope of cum deep into her pussy.
Soon, Chris was spent, but she kept trembling, her orgasm continuing. He pulled out and lay next to her, pulling her close, holding her tight, even as her tremors continued. Before long, both were asleep, holding each other in their arms.
Some time later, Chris awoke to the amazing feeling of a warm mouth enveloping his hardening dick. Looking down she was there, sucking him back to fullness. Smiling as she saw him awake, she pulled his dick from her mouth, straddled his hips, and lowered herself onto his hardness. Moaning as he filled her once again, she began to raise and lower herself on him. Watching her tits bounce as she rode him, Chris reached up to play with her sensitive nipples.
"Ohh yes, play with my tits. Yes... that'll make me cum that much quicker. Oh god, fill me up again. Cum in me. Please..."
Moments later, both lovers reached their climax together. Chris was surprised at how much cum he was shooting into her, and she was loving how much he was shooting into her. Slowing down, she sighed contentedly and lay on his chest.
"Ohh daddy..."
*****
Chris woke with a start. It was morning, but he was taken aback for a moment, trying to remember where he was. He was used to waking up in hotel rooms, but not as luxurious as this. And as he woke, he began to remember last night; making love to a beautiful woman wasn't the problem. The problem was that woman was his daughter.
