Chapter 1: The Beginning

Night settled gently outside while soft breezes flowing through open balcony doors made candles dance and flicker around the room. Except for a blindfold, she stood naked in the center of the room; zephyrs wafting softly around her.

He made soft kisses at her hairline around her neck, and the hairs of his moustache moved across her bare skin. Gradually, his lips extend out over her shoulders and continued to the front of her chest. Her breath caught as he moved up her neck and then onto her face.

Her skin was covered with small goose bumps and she wondered if it was from growing sexual excitement, or the gentle winds moving about the room. Standing in front of her, he began moving his hands down between her thighs. She felt his hands move across her sex and she moaned and pushed her mound against his hands, wishing he’d continue touching her. Instead, he continued his journey across her body. Drawing the backs of his hands lightly across her stomach, he proceeded gradually until he paused at the bottom of her ample breasts and balanced them on the backs of his hands, feeling the abundance of them resting on his knuckles. He continued drawing the backs of his hands up, brushing them across the tips of her pale nipples, permitting each fold of his knuckles to delicately tug at the extended firm flesh.

Her nipples grew hard with the stimulation and lifted off her breasts. He bowed his head and drew one of them into his mouth, sucking at it gently and then holding it between his teeth, flicking at the end of it with the tip of his tongue. A small groan of desire escaped her lips as waves of excitement were sent tingling into the deepest recesses of her most secret place.

His hands felt warm as he grasped behind her, cradling her bottom, drawing her close to him. The warmth of his hand was noticeable against the coolness of her skin.

She felt his fingers move between the crevice of the two alabaster roundness of her bottom. Her breasts crushed against his chest and she felt her lips seared by his kisses. She felt the firmness of his excitement as it pushed against her.

Kneeling in front of her, she felt his lips kiss across the top of the curly hair below her belly. His kisses stayed down into the pale blond triangle, and she heard him inhale her scent. His kisses circled her pubic patch, moving closer, but never touching the lips guarding her womanhood.

He stood and then led her to the bed in the corner of the room. She fell back and his kisses resumed over her tummy, continuing to move lower, once again into her the soft hair of her pubic apex. She knew exactly the feeling she wanted to start ... the feeling she needed to start. At last she felt the warmth of his tongue stirring between her outer lips and when her lips parted she felt his tongue pushing into her.

He moved his tongue into her opening and then withdrew it. She felt his tongue repeatedly make love to her passage before he slid it up between her lips and flicked at the tip of her firm little bud. Each brush of his tongue made flashes of light explode in her mind. As he continued to riffle his tongue over the tip of her clitoris, she felt her climax drawing closer and she started tugging wildly at his hair. Unexpectedly the warmth was gone, and she felt him draw away. She begged him to continue.

His warm lips return as he kissed his way up her torso until he lay beside her and was kissing her face. While he kissed her face, he moved the soft silk scarf across her eyes and putting the knot on the side of her head. He lifted one of her slender arms above her head, kissing it up to her wrist and then she felt a soft, cotton rope slide over her hand and gently tighten around her wrist. She started to pull away, but his kisses and gentle voice subdued her, and she continued to trust him, allowing him to continue. He lifted her other arm and placed another restraint around the wrist.

Lying there with her arms above her head, she was not uncomfortable, only aware she was not free. Gently, as she pulled at the restraints, a new sensation entered her mind feeling a new damp warmth radiating between her legs. For a few seconds she was puzzled and then decided it was a warm washcloth, slippery with soapsuds being applied to the downy hair guarding her femininity. She felt a razor being tugged gently through her triangular patch, feeling the razor pass through the hair twice and then the soapy warmth again, soaking her curly hair so he could continue to cautiously removing more of the remaining hair.

She felt the movement of the razor several times as her hair was removed, often a finger drifted between her lips as they were being shaved, causing jolts of pleasure coursing throughout her being. She felt her outer lips stretched when he pulled on them and then the razor move over them, leaving bare skin. A new warm towel was applied as he delicately removed any remaining soap, while searching for area he accidently overlooked.

Soothing breezes from the open balcony doors drifting over her freshly exposed skin and his kisses started again, kissing her freshly shaved area. This new feeling was intense over the previously protected areas, and she gasped at the incredibly wonderful new sensation. She felt his lips touching her bare skin and then the warm touch of his tongue licking her. He pulled apart her outer lips and then apply his tongue --- again, and again against her swollen nub. She felt his face rubbing between her hairless lips.

His tongue snaked out to stroke across her tiny bit of hard flesh, and a soft moan welled up from the deep inside of her. The sensation was overwhelming and she pleaded for him to stop, but knowing as she pleaded with him, he would know she didn’t really want him to stop. Her climax welled up and then she felt it spread throughout her body like a giant wave. Her hips rose from the bed as she screamed from the pleasure surging through her body.

Her trembling slowly subsided from her climax, and she felt him move up. He knelt between her legs, pushed her knees apart and she felt him moving his erection between her crevice. Thrusting her hips, she tried to capture him, seeking to draw his firmness inside her needy passage. He held back, continuing to rub up and down between her slick, hairless lips.

She begged him ... pleaded for him to fill her hungry opening. She glistened with desire, but he waited until she screamed her need to be gratified, only then did he allow himself to plunge into her slippery depths with one swift push. She screamed as he penetrated and she felt the coarseness of his pubic hair moving over her sensitive nude lips. How wonderful it felt to be filled and at the same time grasp his penis between shaved lips.

He removed the scarf while holding himself firmly inside of her, and then the restraints from her arms. She reached up, taking his face between her hands, she pulled him down, kissing his eyes, cheeks and finally his lips.

He shifted her ankles onto his shoulders and withdrew his cock almost to the end. “Please, please put it back.” She pleaded. He pushed deeply into her, and she moaned with pleasure. He continued his onslaught until a new climax consumed her. As her climax shook her body, she felt his seed repeatedly filling her.

They lay on the bed, their legs entwined, her voice whispering his name over and over. After their breathing subsided, he handed her a cool drink and once she was satisfied, he gathered her into his arms and began to kiss her repeatedly until she was shivering with new desire and ready to savor the new sensations her freshly barbered nether region could bring.

Monica still recalled the incredible night of unrestrained ardent lovemaking. Jason promised her a memorable night, and he’d lived up to his promise. It remained an enigma why that particular night stood out so much more from all the others they’d shared. Perhaps because it was the first time she gave herself fully to Jason. That had been a milestone; but still that one night played more often in her memories than any other.

She wondered, was it because it was the first time she felt open and free with a man. It was definitely the first time she’d allowed a man to be in total control. It certainly was the first time she didn’t have the feelings of fear and revolt she felt in one degree or another about sex. Or perhaps it was the initiation of the time when they were not afraid to share their most intimate fantasies and desires, unlike at the end of their relationship.

Monica shook her head as if that would make the thoughts and visions of him melt away. Even after the absence of two years, she could still clearly imagine him in her mind’s eye. His gentle nature and kindness, his shock of black wavy hair, gently touched at the temples with a hint of silver, and that one unruly lock that fell carelessly over his forehead towards those velvet brown eyes. She could almost feel the hardness of his well-muscled torso that tapered into slim hips and his long legs which gave him his height of six feet three inches.

She shifted in her car seat, feeling the dampness between her legs her memories had created. She pressed a balled fist tightly into her lap, pushing against her pubic bone, as if pressure could remedy her incessant desire and the deep longing, she felt for him.

Feeling no relief from the pressure, she cried out, “Damn it all anyway!” striking the padded steering wheel with the heel of her other hand. Even the leather-covered steering wheel reminded her of him. After she was positive he was gone, she’d purchased a ridiculously expensive sports car, hoping it might help ease the pain of his absence.

Now, two years had slipped by since the night Jason walked out of the restaurant during dinner. Monica still knew her passion and desire for him was not diminished in any way.

She recalled waiting for his phone call, and when after two weeks, she could wait no longer; she’d tried to call him. His line was disconnected, and no new number could be provided; he had disappeared. She went so far as to call his workplace to try and talk to him, only to find that he had requested an overseas assignment and left town. When she had tried to talk to her uncle, even he had refused to talk to her about it.