Message-ID: <17980eli$9812130429@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: tiramixu@my-dejanews.com Subject: {assm} Tiramisu "Rebecca" MF,con,Mdom Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <74u4jq$unr$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> CONTENT WARNING: This story has an adult theme and may include graphic descriptions of sexual acts. If it is either illegal where you are, or you are not of legal age to view such material, please stop now. REBECCA by Tiramisu. MF, con. Hot, and a bit kinky, but no more hints. More codes at end of story. Copyright 1998 by Tiramisu. All rights reserved. Please do not repost without explicit permission of the author. Permission is granted for archiving in ass and assm. Comments are welcome. Email Tiramixu@yahoo.com. REBECCA It had been a gray drizzly day, but the sun finally broke through the clouds as Rebecca walked to the hotel to meet Jason for dinner. Rebecca hadn’t been able to think of anything else all day. She felt like a teenager on her first date. Well, sure. She hadn’t been on a date in more than 10 years. Never before had a man captured her imagination in quite the same way. Jason was sweet, charming, gentle, sensitive, and yet so very self assured, so very in control of himself. But then, he was fifty, and she’d never been with anyone so mature before, either. She’d always liked him. Over the years his business trips had brought him into town many times and he’d become a good friend. He’d been understanding, listening thoughtfully whenever she needed to talk as she went through her divorce with Bill. He gave her a male perspective, but was always supportive, helping her understand Bill’s point of view without taking his side. In the end, though, the marriage just couldn’t work. As a new single Mom, she’d been busy with work and taking care of the kids, and hadn’t had the time or the interest to date. Sex had never been a big thing for her. It was nice enough most of the time, but no big thing, and she hadn’t missed it. But she found Jason attractive, sexy even, and had actually begun to flirt with him. Just a little. At first she hadn’t even realized she was doing it, but when she did realize what was happening, she found it exciting. He must have realized the possibility of more than just friendship, but it had taken forever before he finally asked her out. And now, finally, he did. Rebecca found the ladies room off the lobby. She took off her raincoat and looked at herself in the mirror. At 35, she still looked good. Brown hair cut short framed her face nicely, showing off her long neck. She’d always been told her face was pretty. She thought she looked pretty good in the simple black dress. Just short enough to show off her legs, not so short as to be brazen. Her legs were her best feature: bare, tanned and shapely. Spaghetti straps and bare shoulders. Refined, but just a little bit sexy. Underneath, new white lace panties and bra from Victoria’s Secret. Maybe he’d see them later. She hoped he’d like them. She hoped he’d be removing them. Her thoughts surprised her. Yes, it had been a long time. She left the washroom and found the elevator. Nervous. Butterflies in her stomach. The view of the city from the glass enclosed elevator grew more and more spectacular as the elevator took her higher, up to the roof top restaurant. The restaurant was beautiful, providing a view of the entire city as it rotated. It was nearly sunset, and the dissolving clouds were tinged with red. He saw her first, and stood, gesturing to her. He looked wonderful. She’d always seem him in his business suits, but he looked great in white slacks and blue blazer, with a blue pinstripe shirt open at the collar. And those blue eyes. She smiled. He took her coat, lay it on an empty chair, then took her hand, kissed her on the cheek, and led her to her chair. His fingertips brushed her bare shoulder as he seated her. She wasn’t sure if the his touch was accidental or intentional, but it was electric. He sat close to her. “Hello, Rebecca,” he said, “you look wonderful.” He held out a rose, holding it close to her, close to her cheek. “For a pretty lady.” He said. She smiled, taking the rose. Her mind was filled with an image of him caressing her cheek with the rose. And more. “Thank you,” she said simply. “I’m so glad you could make it tonight,” he said. “Tell me, how are you? How is it going?” “Oh, I’m doing fine,” she said. “Much better now that the divorce is final. I’m finding myself, you know. Being me, finding out what that means. For so long I was trying to live up to Bill’s image of me, I’d sort of forgotten who “me” was.” “That’s good Rebecca. I know it’s difficult, but it’s good. And you know I’m here to listen. Whenever you need to talk.” “I know. You are a good friend, my best friend really.” “I do care about you. You’re a good person and you deserve more. And I understand this. I did pretty much the same thing to my wife that Bill did to you.” “You’ve never talked about that.” Jason noticed the waiter hovering. “We’ll need a few minutes before we order,” he said. “But perhaps we could start with a glass of wine. Rebecca?” “Chardonnay would be nice.” “Yes. Bring us a nice California Chardonnay, ” he said, nodding to the waiter. “Now where was I? Oh, yes. Well. I wanted Linda to be everything to me. Companion, lover, friend.” “That’s kinda nice, really.” “Yes, it could be, but we’re two different people. And I wanted her to be a companion for the things I liked. I wanted her to travel with me. Go skiing with me. You know, share the things I loved.” “Well, again, Jason, that’s kinda nice.” “Perhaps, if I had been different, it could have been. The problem was that I never paid attention to what she needed. Her needs were different from mine, and all I ever succeeded in doing was making her feel inadequate.” “I’m sorry.” The waiter brought the wine. Jason took his glass, and touched it to hers, “To you, Rebecca. To the new you, the real you.” “And to you, Jason, thank you for being such a good listener.” She smiled at him. “We’ve always talked about me. Please tell me more about what happened with you.” “Well, you know, I finally adjusted to my interests being different from hers. I learned to enjoy traveling by myself for example.” “God, I love to travel. I’ve seen so few places. I wish I had more chance to do it. It’s hard to understand how someone could not get excited about seeing new things.” “Yes, well, that’s how I felt. But not everyone is the same. And I made her feel bad about it, like there was something wrong with her. That was wrong of me.” “I’m impressed that you could see that, and admit it.” “Thank you. But of course, it was too late, the damage had already been done.” “Yes. But is that what led to the divorce? You said you adjusted.” “That was a small part of it. As I said, a certain amount of damage had already been done. I said I wanted a companion, a friend, a lover. Actually, I was disappointed on all three levels.” “Oh.” “And of course, I realized too late that most of it was my own fault. To have a friend, you have to be a friend, and I didn’t learn that either until it was too late. As time went on, it became harder and harder to share my true feelings because they were threatening to her. What was worse, listening to her true feelings, and being understanding, was difficult for me because that was, well not exactly threatening, but it made me feel the difference between us more deeply.” “Uh huh,” she said, suddenly feeling very connected to this man. “And as for the third part, well, I learned too that to have a lover you have to be a lover. And I didn’t make her feel loved. All I ever did was make her feel inadequate. I always thought two people should learn together, explore together. I must admit, I’m a bit adventurous, or , I should say, I wanted to be. I have a strong imagination. And I never got a chance to fulfill that part of me.” “Ohh,” she said, feeling those butterflies in her stomach again. She nervously took a sip of wine. She wondered what it would be like to “explore” with him. With Bill, sex had been okay, but it was pretty routine, and he never seemed particularly interested in learning what would please her, what would excite her. She’d figured that was the way it was supposed to be, and had never really thought about whether there could be more. “I’m sorry, Rebecca. Am I making you nervous?” “No, no,” she said quickly. “Please. Go on.” “Okay, but perhaps we should order dinner.” “Yes.” “Well, the steaks here are pretty good, and the rack of lamb is usually excellent, but if you like seafood...” “I love seafood.” “How about stone crabs? Fresh stone crabs are hard to find, and I understand they have them here.” “I’ve never had them, but I do like all kinds of seafood.” “Great, then stone crabs it is. They’re best cold. How about a nice cold dinner....lets see....speaking of adventurous...oysters on the half shell?” “Love ‘em,” she said. “Salad? Anything else?” “We could save room for dessert.” “Perfect,” he said. As Jason ordered for them, Rebecca looked out the window. They were facing west, and the sun had dipped below the horizon. The last rays of sunlight caught the vapor trails from jet planes, painting them red. The clouds, lower in the sky, had faded to pink. The sunset was magnificent. She thought about the jets, taking people to places she’d never seen. Maybe some day. The room grew darker as dusk settled over the city. The waiter brought the salads, refilled their wine glasses, and lit the candle on the table. “Jason, you were saying...” “Well, anyway, I kept pushing her to do things, you know, travel, and, well, other things, you know, and it got to be too much. I pushed her away. I did love her, and she loved me. Maybe we were just too different, but I think if I had learned some things a little earlier, it could have turned out better.” “I’m so sorry, Jason.” He placed his hand on hers. Took her hand in his, raised it to his lips, brushed his lips over her fingertips. She held her breath as he brushed her fingertips, then kissed them. “Don’t be sorry, Rebecca, I’ve grown a lot, and will be better for all of it.” He continued to hold her fingers to his lips. “Jason, thank you for sharing...” “You are so sweet, Rebecca.” He leaned closer to her, touched her cheek with his fingertips. Their lips touched. Her eyes closed. Her lips parted, and she felt his tongue touch hers, lightly, teasing, with just the tip of his tongue. His teeth brushed her lower lip. His kiss was gentle, sensuous, nibbling, tasting, and very exciting. “Hmmm,” she murmured. “Rebecca, I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time. I’ve always found you exciting, but... but it never felt right to act on it.” “I know. But I am very, very glad you did.” The waiter served a half dozen iced oysters on the half shell, momentarily destroying the mood. Jason quickly ate one of the oysters with lemon and cocktail sauce. Rebecca slowly spread cocktail sauce and horseradish on one of the oysters, took her fork, and plucked the oyster from it’s shell. Jason stared as she opened her mouth, placed it on her tongue, and drew it into her mouth. She caught him staring, and she looked at him. “Oh, I’m sorry. I am making you nervous,” he said. She hadn’t done anything on purpose, but she suddenly realized that oysters could be a sensual kind of thing. She just kept looking at him, not saying anything. . Maybe she was making him nervous now. She liked that. “It’s just that...” “Yes,” she said. “I’m sorry. Watching you eat that oyster. The way you placed it on your tongue and drew it into your mouth....” She was enjoying this now. She grinned. “Yes?” Jason didn’t answer. He took his fork, plucked another oyster from it’s shell, dipped it in sauce and brought it close to her mouth. Rebecca closed her eyes, opened her mouth and extended her tongue. He placed the oyster on her tongue and she sucked it into her mouth, a look of sheer pleasure on her face. “Rebecca, you are a very sexy woman.” She was very turned on. This was incredible. It surprised her; she had never even thought about anything like this. She felt safe. She felt like she could be herself. Anything she did would be okay. She felt safe and sexy and erotic. She took her fork, took a an oyster, dipped it in the sauce and served it to Jason. As she held it on the fork, he licked the sauce from it, running his tongue all over the oyster without taking it from the fork. Finally, he drew it between his lips and gently sucked it from the fork and into his mouth. “Hmmmm,” he whispered as he did. “I love the fresh taste of oysters. I love the way an oyster feels on my tongue. I especially love to find the pearl in the oyster, find it with my tongue, lick it taste it....” Oh, god, she thought. She stared at him, looking deep into his eyes. Smiling. She took another oyster. Cocktail sauce. Horseradish. She placed it on the fork, and sucked the sauce from it. She drew it into her mouth, let it out, then drew it back in, slowly sucking the oyster. She ran her tongue over it. She watched him watching her. As she drew it into her mouth for the last time, and swallowed it, he leaned over, looking into her eyes, holding her eyes with his and brushed her lips with his, flicked his tongue over her lips, and licked a bit of cocktail sauce from her mouth. “Don’t want to waste any,” he said. “Hm hmm,” she mumbled. Butterflies. More than butterflies. Her body was responding. What would happen next? Where would he take her? Rebecca was ready to explore PART TWO “Rebecca.” “Yes.” “What are you wearing under that dress.” “Bra and panties,” she said without hesitating. “Nothing else?” “Nothing else.” “Tell me about them.” “White. Lace.” “I’d like to see them.” She smiled. “Yes, I’m sure you would.” “I’d like to see them now, Rebecca.” He wasn’t kidding. She was beginning to feel warm, damp. “Uh huh,” she mumbled. “Rebecca, I’d like you go to the ladies room and remove your bra and panties. When you come back I’d like you to give me your panties.” “Ohhh,” she said. Her panties were wet. He would know how turned on she was. This made her nervous, but excited her more. Silently, without really thinking, she got up from the table and walked to the ladies room. She went into the stall and unzipped her dress, opened her bra and took it off. She put the bra in her purse. She removed her panties. She had never gone out in public without panties. She felt very exposed. It was very erotic, especially since she was doing it because he told her to. She wondered what else he would want her to do. He said he was imaginative. Well, if he wanted her to do anything too outrageous, she could say no. Or could she? She rolled her panties into a ball, concealing them in her hand, took a deep breath, and left the ladies room. She hurried to the table, and sat down, nervously looking at her plate, the panties clenched tightly in her fist. “Rebecca...” She looked at Jason. He was holding his open palm toward her. She placed the damp white ball in his hand. He took it, held it to his lips, looked at her, holding her eyes with his. “So very, very sweet. Thank you, Rebecca. You are very excited, aren’t you?” She nodded. “Rebecca, you must do whatever I tell you. If you cannot, you may say the word ‘Cease’ at anytime, and I will stop. This part of our relationship will end, though, but I will still be your friend no matter what.” She gasped. But she felt her arousal grow. An hour ago, if she had been told she would follow instructions to go the ladies room and remove her underwear, she would never have believed it. She wouldn’t have believed how turned on it would make her. Well, she could stop anytime.... “Yes.” She was surprised to hear herself say the word even before she had finished thinking. “Rebecca, I know you are wet. I want to taste you.” “Ohh,” she said. Her face flushed. She grew even more nervous as the waiter appeared with their salads. Jason was holding her panties in his hand. Would the waiter see them? Would he know how aroused she was? Jason coolly put the panties in the breast pocket of his jacket. The waiter left after what seemed an eternity. Rebecca took a deep breath. Had she been holding her breath the whole time he was serving the salads? “Do you like my new pocket square, Rebecca?” She flushed again. God, everything he did turned her on, pushed her higher. “Yes,” she said. “I like it, too. I think I’ll keep it. Thank you.” They ate their salads in silence, the erotic tension building in Rebecca’s head. Jason’s words shattered the silence. “The salad is very good, but I’d rather taste you.” She looked at him. “Now, Rebecca.” She looked at him, puzzled. “Rebecca,” he said patiently, “take your finger, the middle finger of your right hand, put it in your cunt, then give me your finger and let me taste you.” “Oh God.” She was shocked. She never used that word, never liked talking dirty about sex. But when he used that word, it excited her. Without thinking, she took her hand, moved it to her lap, and slid it under her dress. She was shaking as she slid her middle finger over her exposed lips and into her...self. She was sopping. Hot and wet. Involuntarily, her muscles tightened around the finger. Jason leaned closer. “Rebecca, let me taste your sweetness.” She brought her finger to his lips. He kissed it gently, then licked just the tip of her finger with the tip of his tongue. She moaned softly, imagining his kiss, his tongue.... He gently bit the tip of her finger, while teasing it with the tip of his tongue, then sucked it, drawing it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Was he trying to show her how to suck his cock? She had never liked doing that to Bill, and would never let him come in her mouth. She never felt she was good at it, either. But, now, she wanted to suck Jason, the way he was sucking her finger... “Do you want to taste me like that Rebecca?” He interrupted her thoughts. He always seemed to know what she was thinking. “Yes.” “Want to feel my hard cock in your mouth?” “Yes.” “Want to feel it throbbing, pulsing? Taste me when I explode in your mouth?” “Yessss.” He leaned into her, pressing his lips to hers. His lips parted, and she felt his tongue teasing her lips. She opened her mouth, and his tongue slipped inside. She sucked his tongue, let it slide in and out between her lips. She swirled her tongue around his. His tongue felt good. He moaned softly into her mouth. The kiss lasted forever. Rebecca had never been so turned on in her entire life. “Rebecca, take the middle finger of your left hand, and wet it in your mouth. Take it all the way into your mouth and get it nice and wet. Think about my cock. Think about sucking my cock.” Mindlessly, completely absorbed, she did as he said. “Now take the tip of that wet finger and place it just inside the lips of your pussy, letting the rest of the finger press on your clitoris.” “Ohhh.” “Think about my wet tongue sliding between your lips like that. Think about my tongue moving up, lightly caressing your clit. Rebecca, let your finger be my tongue. Let it move over your clit, teasing, tasting. Let my tongue inflame you.” “Ohh god, Jason...” “Rebecca, take your right hand, take two fingers, and put them in your cunt.” “Ohhh.” Rebecca took her right hand, again slid it under her dress, between her legs. She was so wet. The fingers slid in easily. She squeezed the fingers, as her left hand moved over her clit. “Put the two fingers in your cunt and think about my cock inside you. I want you to think about how that will feel. My hard cock, throbbing inside you, filling you up.” Rebecca was squirming in her chair. Two fingers moving inside her, her other finger massaging her hard clitoris. Her brain filled with images of his cock in her pussy, in her mouth, his tongue on her. If she kept this up, she’d have an orgasm right here at the table. “Don’t come, Rebecca.” Again he read her thoughts. He knew she was close. She wanted to come, but here? She was afraid, afraid of screaming out, afraid of everyone looking at her, knowing what she was doing. But the fear made it even more erotic. She was glad he didn’t want her to come. But how much more could she take? Her mind raced in circles, unable to think clearly. Hot. Wet. Cock. Cunt. Tongue. He interrupted her thoughts with a kiss. Teasing this time. His tongue lightly teased her lips. Rebecca moaned softly. “Don’t come, Rebecca, not yet. Not until I tell you.” Again, Rebecca moaned. She froze. The waiter appeared with the main course. Her hands were under her dress. She knew the air must be filled with the scent of sex. She didn’t move. The waiter placed in front of them two plates of colorful stone crab claws, beautifully arranged on a bed of lettuce, with tomatoes and other cold vegetables completing the presentation. Slowly, the waiter refreshed the wine glasses. Rebecca was afraid to look at him. She wondered, though, if he was looking at her, knowing what she was doing with her hands. Finally, the waiter departed. “Rebecca, I want you to leave your hands where they are. I will feed you. I want you to imagine that your hands are tied, that you are bound, that you have given control to me. I will control your pleasure, and I will give you exquisite pleasures. I will control your orgasms. You will not come without my permission. Your orgasms will be your gift to me, and I will take pleasure in them. And they will be my gift to you.” He paused to give her a sip of wine. A kiss on the cheek. Her mind was lost. “Perhaps I will want you to come as we sit here at the table, or perhaps I will make you wait. We might linger for a long while over coffee while I tease you. Sometimes, I may deny you. Not knowing for sure if your orgasms will be permitted will make it so much more delicious. Sometimes, your only purpose will be my pleasure. But mostly, it will be for you, Rebecca. I want to take you where you’ve never been, give you pleasures you’ve never imagined.” Rebecca listened silently. Lost. Jason cracked one of the claws, and peeled the shell away. The sweet meat fell from the claw in chunks. He took one of the chunks between his fingers, dipped it in the sauce, and offered it to her. She took it with her mouth, nibbling his fingers as she did, licking his fingers clean. They ate dinner silently. He fed her the delicious crab meat. Gave her sips of wine. She watched him eat, slowly, sensuously, licking and sucking the sweet meat. Her hands remained under her dress through dinner. Once, he wanted to taste her. She withdrew her two fingers and he sucked them. Once, he offered an entire claw to her, told her it was his cock, told her to eat it. Once, he told her to take the middle finger of her left hand, dip it in the remoulade, and suck it like a cock, then put it back between her legs and imagine the head of his cock against her clit. All through dinner he kept her on the edge. As they finished dinner, he leaned close and kissed her cheek, then lightly brushed her lips with his. He kissed her, nibbling her lips, teasing with his tongue. He broke the kiss, then kissed her ear, and whispered, “Think about my mouth on your pussy. When I kiss your lips, imagine I am kissing your sweet pussy lips. When my tongue touches yours, imagine my tongue is touching your clit, when your fingers move inside you, imagine my cock thrusting deep inside you.” “Ohhh.” He placed his lips on hers again, his tongue moving over her lips. He drew her lower lips between his, sucking gently, running his tongue over her lip. His tongue touched hers. She gasped. She felt it between her legs. His tongue touching hers; her finger on her clit. It was all connected now in her head. It was all the same. One feeling. She was close to coming. “Not yet,” he said, and she groaned. “Rebecca,” he whispered, kissing her mouth and her ear. “Now I want you to put three fingers in your cunt. I want you to feel my cock in your cunt. Take the middle finger of your left hand, and wet it in my water glass. That finger is my tongue, Rebecca. You want my tongue on your clit.” She put her finger in the water glass. When she withdrew it, he took a sip of the water, looking deep into her eyes as he did. She placed the wet finger between her legs, gently placed it on her clit. The cool wetness of it took her breath away. She squirmed in her chair. “Yes, feel my tongue, licking you,” he whispered, kissing her, teasing her mouth with his lips, his teeth, his tongue. “You imagine me licking you, you feel it...” “Ohhh,” Rebecca moaned into his mouth as he kissed her. He nibbled her lips, sucked her tongue. “Move your fingers in your cunt, Rebecca, feel my cock inside you, imagine how it feels to have me lick and fuck you.” Rebecca was whimpering now, squirming, hips moving in her seat, her muscles contracting around her fingers. She was on the edge. She felt everything he said. Her tongue danced in his mouth. “Come for me now, Rebecca.” “Ohhhhhh.” She closed her eyes, and instantly felt the first wave build and crash over her. Then another and another and another. He kissed her as she came, nibbling, whispering about his tongue and his cock and her cunt, but she was no longer listening, just feeling, feeling wave after wave of pleasure, trying not to scream. Finally, she came down. She could not believe what she had just done. She opened her eyes, looked at him, and saw him smiling, saw his blue eyes shining. “Thank you Rebecca. Watching you come is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” END Copyright 1998 Tiramisu MF, con, Mdom, F solo -----------== Posted via Deja News, The Discussion Network ==---------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Discuss, or Start Your Own -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----