A Chance Encounter: Part 5 (Patreon)

Brian’s strong arms around me, his big powerful body pressed into me, the taste of his red wine in my mouth, the heady aroma of his familiar cologne swimming in my nostrils…I am engulfed by him.

Hot, passionate, and fierce our kiss goes on and on under the bright Caribbean moon.  We were afraid to let go of this moment.  Afraid that the instant we let ourselves breath that sober thought might take over.  Our hands grab and grope and explore one another with a yearning that had to be contained here in public.  The fires of our lust combine to burn even hotter.  I wanted him!  I wanted him like I’ve never wanted any other man before him.  It is not a desire to stop that eventually makes us part, but a desperate desire for more.

Our lips part and we gaze into one another.  A deep powerful passion flickers in his gray-blue eyes, he would be seeing the same in my emerald gaze.  Our hot heavy breath washes over each other’s face.

With a breathy whisper he says.  “If you can’t do…”

My fingers press to his lips to stop him.  The less we talked the better right now.  “Your place or mine?”

“Mine.”  He answers directly.

Brian puts his arm around my shoulders as I hug tight to his side and we begin to walk as directly as we could back to his hacienda.  The body language between us had completely transformed from familial friends to soon to be lovers.  There was nothing wrong with what we were about to do…and yet it wasn’t quite wholesome either.  The difference in our age alone made this a wee bit perverse in some people’s eyes but it was our history that made it feel forbidden.  This man was the closest thing I had to a father and I knew he had paternal instincts regarding me.  But a desire forbidden is only made sweeter.  I walk in something of daze, caught between the memory of the best kiss of my life and the erotic anticipation of what was to come.

Would this be mistake?  Probably.  Would this forever change the precious bond we shared?  Absolutely.  Could either of us do a damn thing to stop it?  Not a chance.

No words are shared during our walk but through a thousand little squeezes and touches and longing sighs an entire conversation is had.  We walk unhurried yet with a driven efficiency.  There were no pauses to see the sights or take a scenic detour.  When at last the gates to his walled resort come into sight our footfalls pick up just a bit.  Just inside the gate a security guard, tastefully dressed, greets Brian with a friendly nod.  He takes note of me but expresses no particular reaction or judgment.  How often must he see older wealthy men bringing in a college aged honey from the neighboring resort to spend the night.  This would be nothing he hadn’t seen a hundred times before.

Inside the walls of the luxury resort exceeded even my high expectations.  It was gorgeous!  Gardens brimming with lush tropical plants.  Hidden fountains and benches scattered here and there.  The path wound through the greenery to give it a more natural appearance.  A small burbling stream ran down toward a central pond, arched bridges crossed the stream a couple places along the path.  The lighting provided enough to see and highlight the natural beauty without ever intruding on the loveliness of the night.  Everything about this place was about peace and privacy.  The haciendas were spaced out well apart from each other and each surrounded by high hedges.  Peeking through the entrance of one that we pass I catch the glimpse of a private yard and pool in behind the quaint but luxurious modern style villa.  This place had to have cost a fortune.

Nice as it all was though, I still had only one thing on my mind.

Following the path back into a secluded cul-de-sac I see what must be his hacienda situated alone in a particularly green corner of the area.  My heart is beating in my ears, my breath is a bit heavier than normal, and my pussy already wet.

As we get closer to the slate gray door I sense just a moment’s hesitation from the older and wiser Brian.  I pray with all my heart he that isn’t getting cold feet.  I press up closer to him and run my hand up under he blazer and across his wide chest.  That was all the motivation he needed.  Out comes his keys and a few seconds later that door is latching behind us.

His keys clatter to the tile floor as he spins to pin me up against the door.  

“Oh God yes!”  I gasp as I reach up and run my fingers through his thick dark hair.

Immediately his beefy hands are up in under my shirt, his strong stout fingers gripping along my flanks.  Reading his intention I raise my arms and let him peel the blouse right up off of me.  He throws it to the side with force, as if it had offended him by being there.  God I loved his passion!  His mouth is on me, kissing my bare shoulder, his hands are on me, sliding up my back toward the clasp of my bra.

“Hahhh!”  I claw into his chest.

He fumbles just a moment with the bra, his thick manly fingers and his wanton impatience slowing him down, but only for a moment.  With an adept hand he unclasps it and steps back to pull it free and hurl it off in a different direction.  The only light in the entryway came from the path lights outside through two tall narrow frosted windows that flanked the front door.  Even in the pale diffuse illumination I could see burning desire in his eyes as they drank in my body.  No man had ever looked at me like this.  So ravenous.  As if he NEEDED me right there and then or he might just perish on the spot.  The fact it was this particular man made it all the more powerful.

Twisting out of his blazer he chucks it over his shoulder and is on me again.  He fills his big hand with one my heavy tits and gives it a good firm squeeze as he kisses me again.  His other hand hooks behind my leg and lifts it along side of his leg as he pushes back into me and pins me to the door.  “Mmmmm!”  I moan into his mouth as our tongues dance.  My hands are never still.  Through his cotton shirt I can feel the shape of his pecs and the firm flexing and heaving muscles of his back and abdomen.  As we kiss, as he handles my body, I frantically start undoing buttons.

“Rrrrmm!” With a growl and a snort he grabs his shirt and rends it apart, buttons careening off in every direction, then wriggles free from it to let it drop at his feet.

Feeling his raw physical power and feral passion already made him special among my history of lovers, but what put him on a level all his own is that combined with those alluring traits was that I knew, with absolute faith, that I was in safe loving hands.  I didn’t have to worry or fear that he might try to hurt me or not listen to my wishes.  Never had I such trust in a lover before.  I could completely let myself go and give myself to him.  It was an aphrodisiac like no other.

His warm flesh feels so good in my hands.  His broad chest had just the right amount of hair on it which connected to a trail that lead down his stomach and right on to the belt line.  All at once he leans down low to take a breast into his hungry lips.

“Oh fuck!”  I slap back into the door, my nails scrape against the hard wood.  “God yes!”  He sucks and slathers his tongue around my stiff nipple with unchained zeal.  His chin had just a hint of rasping stubble that brought my skin alive at it’s touch.  He mouths and slurps one big breast as he gropes the other.  His fingers find my nipple and pinches it, not some feeble testing tweak but a proper bring me to my toes pinch!  “JESUS!  Fuck yes!”  I claw down his muscular arms.

Nipping and smooching his mouth shifts across to the other breast then up to nuzzle at me neck.  I grasp and squirm and let out lusty moans, a lump of putty in Brian’s experienced hands.

All at once he spins me around.  In flash he had the button my capris undone.  One arm comes wraps in under my arm at my left, his hand coming up to the opposite shoulder, to hold me tight to his hulking body.  I could feel his firm arousal press against my ass!  I thrust my butt back against him.  God, I needed him inside of me like I needed air to live.  “Yes!”  I gasp.  “Fuck me!”  His right hand slips down into my pants and under my lacy panties.  His long thick fingers find my pussy hot and drooling with wild arousal.

His torrid breath caresses my ear as his mouth comes close to whisper.  “So fucking wet.  You feel so fucking good.”  He latches his lips to my neck for a wet sucking kiss.

“Haaahhhh!”  God!  My body is on fire.  The way he touched me, the way he handled me, his perfect burly body almost engulfing mine, his intoxicating masculine aroma, and most of all that complete trust I had in him, I never knew it could be this good!  I just never knew!  “Yes!”  I plead for more.

His middle finger glides down between my dewy petals then back up to rub my engorged clit.  The man knew how to touch a woman.  He rubs my button with a firm and steady touch.  My pelvis begins to grind against him in time with his hand, the motion making rock hard cock rub up and down my plump ass. With a thrust of hips he pushes me forward to pin me against the door once more.  He cheek right against mine he holds me tight as his middle digit glides down again, this time he pushes it inside of me.

“Ohhhhhhh!”  I moan.

“Oh my God!”  He sighs as curls his hand and his wonderfully long stout finger goes in to the hilt.  “Your pussy is so fucking hot.”  There is no teasing or feeling out period as his finger begins sliding in and out of me with long strong strokes.  “You are so hot Ella.”  He whispers as he fingerbangs me.  “So fucking sexy.  You’re body is so fucking hot.  I know it’s wrong but I want you so bad.”

“Hnnngh!”  My body moving on its own rocks in time with his thrusting finger.  “I want…you…tooooo!”  I feel the heady energy of a rapidly approaching climax building inside of me, at a pace I was not accustomed to.  “Hnnngh!”  I grip onto his arm and hold tight, it was all I could do.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good tonight.”

“Haaahhh!”

“I can’t control myself, you’re driving me wild.”

“Haaaahhhh!”  I could hear my wetness as his finger plunged fast and hard.

His voice lowers into a low rumbling growl that I could through his chest.  “I NEED YOU ELLA!”

That did it!  In record time I feel the mind-bending pressure build to a crescendo right to the cusp of release.  My whole body quivers as I ride the high and in that magical moment it all comes together, the aroma of that oh so familiar cologne being the catalyst.  The wholesome family memories, the caring father figure, the laughter of our date, the care and love in our words to each other, and the figure of this powerful manly older lover all coalesce into a single shining whole.

I am just cresting when he whispers into my ear.  “Say my name baby.”

As my climax rocks me in an all consuming explosion of pure sexual rapture I, for the second time today, cry out in a loud clear voice.  “DADDYYYYY!!!”

Part 6