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Damn! If only she would suck his cock half as well as she was sucking his tongue now... well he would be a very happy man for sure. He pulled her hips up his lap and onto his aching member. Little wimpers escaped her as she ground herself into him. His hands passed over her curves as he grew harder. She released his tongue and assulted his bottom lip with small soft nips of teeth. His large rough hands found her breasts and he marveled that there was more tit than even his hands could cover. He pulled the sweater up over her head and popped open her bra as she pulled it away from herself. His mouth watered at the sight of her. Arching her back he reached for her and his lips connected with her nipple. Her moan of pleasure was enough to break down every last barrior. He was going to have her if it was the last thing he ever did. Morals be damned, he was gonna get laid! As she circled her hips over him his hands smoothed down her back to her hips. Her hands burried in his hair she brought his mouth back up for another seering kiss. Her thighs were creamy smooth under his calloused hands as they passed beneath her skirt. He felt of the wetness soaking her panties, she pushed against his fingers. Her hands pressed against his chest as he felt her leaving his lap. Where the hell was she going? She couldn't leave him here like this. His fears eased and his excitement grew as he watched her slide between his parted knees. Deftly with swift hands she had tugged open the button on his jeans and whipped down his zipper before he had time to catch his breath. He helped her slip his penis from his briefs and pushed the waistband below his heavy balls. Her little hands were warm and soft on his heated skin. She fisted him and he threw his head back at the sensation of it. He could feel her rounded breasts against his thighs as she pressed towards him. Her warm wet breath dragged across his throbbing shaft as she drew nearer. "ZACHARY WALKER HANSON GET UP OUT OF THAT BED NOW!"
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Shit! That had to be the single most best dream he had ever had, and of all people his mother had to be the one to rip him from it! Life just was not fair sometimes. Groaning he rolled over and spied the clock with blurry eyes, 7:00 am. Geez, another day another bunch of crap he had to go through before he would be back behind his drums pounding away to ease his heart and soul. Thank God the tour was nearly over. He really needed a rest. As soon as his mother had left his room he tumbled from the bed. At least she had failed to notice the huge erection he had... if she hadn't he would have died of embarrassment. He shuffled off to the bathroom to shower and dress for breakfast. He couldn't help the smile as he peeled off his underware, his stiff cock sprang forth, that was one amazing dream. Turning on the shower and testing the temperature, he stepped into the hot stream of liquid and let the cascades ease the sleep from his body. He could not get that dream to leave him, it kept repeatedly assaulting his brain. He was so worked up, how could he not want the release. With a slow steady stroke he pleasured himself. As one hand rolled his balls about the other fist worked his shaft. He leaned his shoulder against the side of the shower for support as the pleasure mounted and his knees weakened. He let his fantasy take up where the dream had left off, he squeezed his eyes shut to picture the hot little brunette from his dream. He imagined her full lips fastened around his aching dick as she sucked the tip and tongued the underside. His thumb strummed his head in a carnal beat. He thought of how she could wrap both hands around his shaft and bob on the tip as throaty moans where given by the both of them. His pace quickened and his grasp tightened. He saw how she would stop to catch her breath and probe his slit for precum. His palm grazed over the head. So close, so very very close. He needed it now. He fantacized about how she would slip her mouth back over the head of his pecker and suck with force as she devoured inch by inch of him until he felt himself slidding down her throat and he could feel her muscles tighten around him as she swallowed his whole length as if she were drinking down a glass of ice water. "Yessss...." he hissed as he came in four creamy white spurts on the shower wall. Damn he had a wonderful imagination he thought to himself. Then he chuckled as he pictured a bronzed plaque adorning the shower wall where he watched the cum slide down heading for the drain. 'Zac Hanson came here.' Just like George Washington slept here but more fun. Yup, he had some imagination, he shook his head and finnished his shower, suddenly he was very hungry for breakfast.
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Son of a bitch he was tired. But, business was bussiness and he had plenty to do today. End of the tour was always a bag of mixed blessings. One last concert, tons of press. He decided he could get through one more day. Already he had informed the family that he would be taking a vacation holiday alone. That did not come as a surprize to the rest of them, he had been toying with the idea for some time, since his last birthday in fact. Just last month he had turned eighteen, now viewed as a legal adult, he had to admit to himself he still felt like a kid at times. This upcomming vacation holiday would be his first 'official' adult act. As per usual he sat back and watched the bustle and chaos around him while he kept himself seated in sanity within his own mind. A press conference, he only pretended to be paying attention, really he was preoccupied with the blonde in the third row, left. She was stunning. Heaving tits from a low cut blouse and ruby lips fixed in a pout, he watched her as she scribbled on a notepad. When she shifted in her seat he caught a glimpse of thigh when she crossed her legs and the wrap-around skirt slipped open some. She pulled it back together too quickly for his liking. He had been enjoying the view. Her, he would file away for future fantasies. Man he loved his shades during these silly little press conferences. It let him oggle the goods without being noticed. He liked that, being the sneaky 'little Hanson' when in reality he felt more like a big bad sly wolf. Sometimes life was bearable. A radio interview next, Isaac would ramble and Taylor would be fauned over. That was how it usually went. He recieved a pleasant surprize when it was he himself who garnered the lions share of attention from the onyx skinned goddess at the helm. Her eyes were alluring and he had a hard time trying to keep himself on his own side of the booth. She blantantly teased and flirted with him when they were off air and when she conducted the interview she more than once cut off Ike when he tried to elaborate on an answer. He liked that about her. She knew how to take control. He almost burst into gails of racous laughter when she told Tay to shut up and let 'Zacalicious' answer the proffered question. He would bet solid money on how much fun she would be to bed. He knew that in his imagination he could at least have some fun with her, he added her too to the fantasy files of his mind.
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Fuck. Only one more concert and he could head home to a blissful night in his very own bed. Home. Nearly a foriegn concept to him. He hadn't seen his home in months. Same as always, it was a welcome idea. Bracing himself, he entered the room set aside for the meet n' greet. If only they wouldn't paw and scream. He had to admit though that on occasion he enjoyed it at some level. But for the most part, it sucked. Maybe tonight there would be that rare occasion when he was in luck and spotted a curvy little mynx to flirt with. That was always good for a couple of hours. The teenie handlers herded them in and out in a fast paced frenzy. He had to hand it to them, they did their job well. Maybe next tour he would lobby for them to get a raise, Lord knows they deserved one. He was sure his brothers would agree. He would have to remind himself to take that up with everyone at the next band meeting. Only three more groups of twenty to go, he decided he could probably make it through. Smile and shake her hand. Smile and nod. Smile and politely refuse to sign a breast. Squeeze together and tensely drape an arm around some ditz who tried to grope him while they all grinned "cheese." Next group please. Same old, same old. Or was it? He watched her come in with the next group. She was enticing to say the least. This time he did not wait for the girls to come to him. He worked his way through them as he headed toward her. Long shimmering auburn ringlets fell to her waist, and from her matching fringe-like bangs were two sparks of emerald green fire. She had full lush lips in a natural pout that teased his better judgement into drawing her into a conversation despite the death stares that she was recieving due to his attention toward her. When she would become distracted from a nudge in the crowded room he washed his eyes over her body. She had one of those bodies that the curves just didn't stop. He was loving every bend and turn. She was so tiny he had to stoop down to put his lips to her ears for her to hear him in the cacaphony. Before he knew it his father was coraling them for the mandatory picture. He stood in front of the low counter and pulled her in front of him as they all squished together. Another older woman stood next to him and bent low placing her face next to that of her son who stood in front of her. The procession of others shifted around until all were in the frame. Walker informed him that he would have to duck down a bit for he was too tall and his head would be cut off. He shot a glance toward his brothers to notice they too had to do the same. Feeling bold, he sat on the counter directly behind him and pulled her between his legs. Nobody had noticed but he was sure that she could feel the slight bulge that had formed there for her ass was softly brushing back and forth against his crotch. He smiled genuinely and waited for the flash.
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Taking the stage had never dulled in thrill for him. He lived to beat the skins. Rythm was in his very blood. Comfortable on his throne he kicked off the last nite of yet another tour. Eyes on the work before him he lay into his craft without hesitation. Two songs in, and he let his mind drift with the music. Surveying the crowd during his brothers introduction of the back up band members, his eyes came to rest on a dark skinned beauty of exceptional quality. Second row center stage, she looked to be enjoying the show whole heartedly. Keeping a steady beat he slipped into the segue of the next tune without even knowing. His body so accustomed to the routine he need not pay such close attention that he couldn't let his mind wander now and again. This was one of those times when he was grateful for such a blessing. During the next few songs he watched her. She bounced and swayed, sang and shouted, smiled and hugged the friend at her side. He liked the way her dark cropped hair would get in her eyes and she would abscent mindedly push it away. Her smile was dazzling and her eyes held a life of wonder and awe he found endearing. She wasn't dressed like a raunchy little teenie, but what she did adorn her body in he found attractive. Boldly showcasing her ethnicity of being East Indian, gave her a slight exotic quality he thought brave of her. He liked that, a woman who was not afraid to show her mind and be herself. Of course it didn't hurt that she had great tits either. His smile widened and he felt grateful for the drum kit between he and the audience, that way they couldn't see him struggling with easing the growing hardon. Keeping his eyes on the work did the trick and he lost her in the crowd again. There were plenty of pretty faces to occupy him. A quick run back stage and he grabbed an ice cold water bottle from Elise. Now that was a woman he wouldn't mind cuddling up next to, but he was pretty sure her husband would have something to say about that. Oh well, at least he couldn't stop him from looking and imagining. Elise had one fine ass on her. The first time he had noticed was at some company picnic where there was a pool and she had worn the littlest black bikini he had ever seen. To this day his heart still raced to pump the blood to his groin at the thought of it. Shaking himself back to reality he thanked her and watched as her husband among the rest of the crew set up for the accoustic set. Bursting back on the stage he hammed a bit and settled into his alotted place between his two older brothers. As they began a simpler portion of the show he let his mind ease even more. This part of the show he could do in his sleep. Sing and shake his mini maracas... what could be easier? He liked this time the best. This was when he was closer to the audience and he could see further into the crowd. He loved to watch the reactions and pick out the women who would catch the eye of any man with taste. It was almost like christmas shopping, how plentiful the beauties were. The life of a rock star... yes, sometimes life was very good indeed to him.
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He floated on the waves of admiration sent to him from the audience. During this, was when everyone of them was beautiful in his eyes. He loved them the same amount that they loved him. Equality was a stimulant everyone needed to experience. It made for a rewarding life and career. Heightened by his little slice of heaven on earth, he was going to see to it that the rest of the show rocked and rocked hard. For this crowd, he was going to pull out all the stops. Before returning to their instruments after the accoustic set he gained the attention of his brothers and let them in on what he had laid as plans. Agreeing with grins they thought it a great idea. This was going to be good. Seated once more upon his throne he ripped into the song without mercy. The next five songs blew the roof off the place and he knew that this was by far the best show of the tour, hell, maybe even of his career so far. Signaling the start of a familiar routine he counted off for in the city. Tay was so into it he nearly climbed the walls in attempts to whip the crowd into a frenzy. Ike, on his knees at the edge of center stage, tore through the riffs with wild abandon. Even with his ear monitors the screams of the women sort of hurt his ears a bit when Tay approached Isaacs position and bent over to share his mike. Zac had to laugh a bit when he saw his brothers skinny ass wiggling back and forth in time to his beat. The crowd was eating it up. Chests heaving the three brothers stood and beamed as the throng reached epic proportions of sound. Now he would give 'em a show, not even his brothers were aware of the treat he had in store for the appreciative people, for he had just come up with it himself. He decided the surprize facter would hold a great effect, even for his brothers. A sly grin crept up to his lush lips and he passed his brother on his way to stage front. When Tay had situated himself, Zac faced the audience. They knew what was next if they remembered the tour back in 2000. It had been a crowd pleaser then and he was aiming to make it one again. He hadn't done this song in so long, yet he remembered it all as if it were yesterday. His voice stronger now it rose to the occasion and as he began the crowd all but drowned him out. As he progressed they settled into familiarity, and when they had, he took the oppurtunity to shake things up. He stood next to Tay and shared the drums then threw the pieces of both sticks into the melee. He clapped and shook his own booty as he shared his head mike briefly with Ike. Then... then he did it... He leapt from the stage straight into the crowd. The feel of hands everywhere was something he found exhillarating. Crowd surfing was something he had always wanted to do, and now he had accomplished it. His brothers in jealous awe extended the song as Zac was pretty much unable to sing even though he did still have the head mike. When he found himself placed back on his feet at the front near the side steps of the stage he decided to do something even more drastic. Running back to where he knew she would be he located her and grabbed her hand. Pulling her through the people was not an easy task even with his massive bulk plowing the way.
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Grabbing her waist, he lifted her to the stage then he himself hopped up behind her. Bewildered she did not know what he was doing. He held her hand and wrapped his other arm around her. For the final verse he began to sing to her. As he swayed to the music he got her to move with him. Giving a signal for two choruses, he recieved a nod from Tay and a quizical look from Ike who just shrugged and played along, grinning all the while. At first it was a seemingly innocent dance, but as his hips began to bump and grind her pretty brown face took on a red hue. Still, the old Hanson charm won out in the end, for by the time the second chorus was begun, there was some pretty heavy dirty dancing going on up on that stage. Hoots and howls turned to roars from the amassed people. A blinding barage of flashbulbs filled the whole of the place as squeeky clean Zac Hanson openly got down and danced dirty with the lucky East Indian beauty. Oh yes, this was one night that they would not soon forget. Getting swept up in the heat of the moment, for the finale he dipped her. Shocked gasps flew from the crowd when they realized that not only was he dipping her after the steamy groove session, but he was open mouthed kissing her, tongues and all! A satisfied cheshire grin invaded him as he lifted her back up to stand. Though he had to pretty much support her and half carry her, he delivered her, shaking and stunned, into the hands of security at the stage side to take her back stage for a safe exit. When he joined his brothers for his final bow of the tour he was greeted by smirks. "What the hell was that little brother?" Taylor playfully punched him in the shoulder. Isaac merely shook his head and grinned. Grasping hands they bowed and left behind the riotous uproar that he had just created. A half hearted scolding from his father left his mother in stitches. She laughed so hard she shed tears. The only one who didn't get the point of the merriment was little six year old Zoe. Jess promised to explain it all to her later as she led her away so the three older siblings could change and they could all head home. Yup, today was a day to be proud of who he was. Today, in a short fifteen minutes, he showed the world he was no longer the 'little Hanson brother,' he was a man.
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A single night spent at home sleeping in his own bed was like a lifetime of hotel rest stops. Come morning, well early after noon anyway, he felt more refreshed and rested than he had in months. Knowing that after his little stunt on the last night of the tour he would have to lay low, he called up a few friends to catch up. By four that afternoon there was the makings of a party in swing. Ike and Penny of course slipped off somewhere more private. That was expected for they had not seen each other in two months. Tay was deep in the middle of a whole slew of girls. Sitting in the middle of the garage couch he held court surrounded by a bevy of beauties. That was also expected for it was the gravitational pull of his subtle sexuality that followed him everywhere. Lingering effects of his earlier bold displays tempted a few of the loyal Tay worshipers to hang on Zac for the day. That he could get used to. Many a friend had claped him on the back as they shook his hand in greeting. It seemed Zac was the man of the hour. Several cases of soda and about twenty pizzas later, it had settled down enough now to be able to enjoy the company of friends and truely catch up. The three brothers sat around their make shift studio with a few of their friends in the wee hours. Zac told his friend Graydon of his plans for the next weeks excursion alone as Kaitlan sat snuggled under his arm. Having drifted off an hour ago he shifted her weight to the other side and got up to stretch. Having found the downstairs bathroom occupied he would have to seek relief elsewhere. He climbed the stair quietly as not to wake the family. His mission accomplished he headed back down the stairs. Taking note that it appeared he had left the light on in his room he detoured.
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Pushing open his bedroom door his smile broadened. Sondra stood at the foot of his bed with her back to him. She had on his earphones and was silently swaying to the music from his stereo. He watched her hypnotising hips as he approached her. Reaching out he slid his rough hand over the smooth exposed skin of her shoulder. She jumped beneath his soft touch and turned toward him with a startled expression. "Good Lord Zac, don't sneak up on people!" she breathed heavily, her hand at her throat. A sheepish grin planted on his face he cast his eyes down and fastened them to the floor. Sondra was one of those types of women who were unatainable yet still friendly. Within her prescence he felt like a bumbling kid in junior high. His mumbled appology seemed lacking when he heard it fall from his mouth. She slipped the earphones off her ears and he could hear the soft strains of Jonny Lang. "What?" she asked of him. He raised his head and met her eyes. "I said I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you." Her smile warmed him from within. "All is forgiven." She soothed with a hand on his forearm. Still feeling the boldness flowing through him as of recent, he enclosed her hand in his and pulled her forward. He could feel her hand slip up his arm as he wrapped it around her waist to bring her to him in a tender kiss. Breathless she pulled back from him and looked in his eyes. There she was met with his determinedness only. She let her hands smooth up his body and come to rest behind his neck as she melted into him for another taste of his sinful lips. He took her tongue into his mouth and caressed it with his own. She freed his hair from its confines as he trailed tiny kisses down her throat. His wide hands rubbed over the curve of her round ass and back up her tight back. Her hands kneaded the flesh of his chest as she sucked on his adams apple. He slipped the earphones from their resting place around her neck and replaced them with his lips in nibbles under her ear. She pressed to him and administered a love bite where his neck met his shoulder. When she pulled away to regain her breath he tasted of her sienna skin above and between her breasts. When she began to unbutton her dress his hands halted her progress. "No, we can't, not here." He breathed in her ear. He watched her dark eyes fill with hurt and defeat. Wrapping his fingers in her long black hair he brought her to his lips once more. She could feel his words touch her lips as he spoke them. "It's not that I don't want to, but we can't with the family all around us." She nodded in understanding. Though she was now aching for him, she relented and loosened her hold on him to set him free. With a simple peck on his lucious lips she walk out of his room and left the house. A soft groan escaped Zac as he fell back on his bed. Closing his eyes he reached down and adjusted himself to ease the pressure of his confined erection. "Well, Jesus Christ, that was hard." And he gave a small laugh at the pun and the irony of it all.
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Damn. It was weird to be alone. After being surrounded 24/7 for the better part of his life by family, friends, industry people and fans... this was one sensation he was going to have to get used to. Hours ago he had left behind his family and hunkered down in his truck for a long drive. Hell, he had had his lisence for quite some time now and he couldn't ever remember being behind the wheel for such a long period of time. It was crawling towards sunset and he was already getting drowsy. Thinking he needed a cup of coffee he searched for a place to pull over. Half an hour later a roadside diner popped up in view. A great sense of relief washed over him when he could finaly stop and stretch his tall hulking frame. Donning shades and a big old cowboy hat that had once belonged to his dad he turned his scuffed boots in the direction of the front enterence. When he opened the door the dim interrior did little to welcome him but his aching bladder pushed him forward. After a quick trip to drain the snake, he slipped into a booth with his back to the door and view of the parking lot from the window. A throat cleared next to him and he turned his attention in its direction. A comely midle aged waitress stood, pad poised for his order. Years of good manners beat into his head over took him and he removed his so called 'disguise.' He offered her a small smile and recieved one in return. A few minutes later a hearty meal was sat before him and he dug in like he hadn't eaten since last week. He always had a big appetite but he really was hungry, after all he hadn't eaten since this morning. To him that was nearly a lifetime. The steak may have been a little tough but the mashed potatoes and gravy were exactly to his liking. Half way through his meal the waitress, whom he had read her tag and found to be named Vi, was refilling his coffee cup for the second time when her attention shifted to the door. "Hey hun, it's slow tonight so I guess ya can study some between tables." Vi spoke over his head. Curiosity getting the better of him he turned to snatch a quick glimpse of the greeted new comer. His eyes took in the beauty of a rose in field of thistles. Tall and blonde, bronzed skin and sparkling blue eyes, she was the epitome of all american. A knock out by any standards even in the dowdy waitress uniform she now sported that matched that of the older woman. Vi snickered a bit at his reaction, apparently the younger woman had that effect on most male patrons. He caught himself and turned back to his meal. He tried to be inconspicous in his gawking, it appeared to be a change of shift for the diner. Vi removed her apron and threw it on a counter, spoke to the cook, picked up her purse and left with a wave to the new waitress in charge. He ate in silence, country music filtered through crackling speakers. When he polished off yet another cup of coffee he was tended to right away. As she filled his cup with a smile he read her name tag, Betsy. Oh come on, that was just too good. He had to let loose the tiny laugh that bubbled up. "Something you find funny?" She questioned him as she studied his face. He looked up at her with a slight sheepish grin. "Sorry, it's just that... well, you're name you see...." "Oh, yes, I see now. That is rather funny isn't it?" She gave him a genuine grin. It appeared she knew who he was. Wow, and not a fuss was made either. Hell, she even got the joke he had only thought to himself. Maybe all the fans weren't crazy after all. She carried on with her job as if he were just any old trucker that frequented the establishment. "Can I get you anything for dessert?" She waited patiently as he turned the thought over in his head. "Gee, I dunno. Whatcha got?" He asked her. Two pieces of chocolate cake and three cups of coffee later he pushed his plate away from him on the table, stuffed full.
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It was indeed slow at the diner that night, and for that he was grateful. He got her full attention. He even persuaded her to sit with him as he let his dinner digest. They talked of general things and got to know each other a bit. He found her a pleasant change from the screaming horde he had to fight off just to get to a room so he could collapse on a bed for a couple of hours. So refreshing was she that after he had asked of her the where abouts of a local motel, he also asked her what time she got off work. Flattered yet unflustered, she accepted his offer and agreed to meet him at the only place in town for fun after the sidewalks rolled up. Come nine-thirty he would be ready for some dancing to a live band. He checked into the slightly seedy motel a few miles up the road from the diner. His bags dropped to the floor as he flipped on the light. Shutting the door behind him he headed to the phone. After a quick call home, (hey he may be eighteen but he can still be a Mamas boy can't he?) he flopped on the bed. A quick snooze would do him a world of good, too bad he had drank all that coffee. A bit of channel surfing left him empty handed so he headed for the bathroom for a long shower and a quick shave. That did help him to feel refreshed. Standing in a towel he sifted through his suit case. More than half his life he had lived out of a suit case, by now one would think he would be used to it with his nomadic life. Not so, there were some things one simply just did not want to get accustomed to, that was one he shied from. He slipped into a pair of faded jeans and a Lynard Skynard t-shirt for comfort. Then he dug out his old beat up cowboy boots from the bottom of the bag that held his shoes. Ran a brush through his hair and tied it back, slapped on some cologne and brushed his teeth. Stuffing his wallet and keys into his pocket on his way out the door he grabbed his jean jacket and his dads old cowboy hat just for fun. He jumped into his pickup and slipped in an Allman Brothers cd as he headed off to 'Raineys' on the other side of town. He found it easily enough. It wasn't hard to miss. She was right, it was a huge neon eyesore. He knew he was a bit early so he went ahead on in and bellied up to the bar. For kicks he tested the waters. "Budweiser." was all he said as the bartender neared him. The man behind the bar didn't bat an eye, nor did he card him, he simply handed it over. That brought a smile to Zac's lips before he took a long pull from the dark brown bottle. Beer in hand he turned around to scope out the place. It was a bit early yet so he supposed that accounted for the quiet crowd. He leaned his elbows back on the bar and crossed his ankles to relax a bit. He was content to sip his beer and watch the goings on around him for the time being. When he had finnished his drink he ordered another and meandered over to the dart board for a few practice tosses. That bored him quickly. An older man approached him and offered a round of pool. Now that he could pass the time with. Grateful, he smiled and chalked his stick.
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THWACK! He jumped after recieving assult to his ass. He turned to find a doubled over Betsy helplessly being regailed by laughter. "Oh ha ha how very funny. You nearly gave me a heart attack you know?" He scolded her good naturedly in a sarcastic tone. She leaned on him and held herself up with a hand on his forearm. Clutching her belly she regained her breath and met his eyes as she wiped the tears from her own. "I'm sorry, but the look on your face was all worth it!" She shook her head. Well she was a barrel of monkeys. The rest of the night they laughed, and joked. They danced nearly every dance and he for one had a grand old time. During the slow songs she would lay her head on his shoulder her arms wrapped around his neck as his hands found her hips. It was during one of these times near the end of the night that he realized that this was the first time he had ever been alone with a woman. He liked it, he liked it alot. The last song was called and he felt that he did not want the night to end yet. He drew her closer to him as they swayed to the lilting tones. "Betsy?" His voice slightly unsteady. "Mmm?" She raised her head from its perch and greeted his eyes. He said nothing. He bent to her and stole away her breath with a touch of his lips to hers. He didn't even give her time to catch air in her lungs. Taking her hand he led her through the crowded room, snatched up their coats and her purse in his meaty paw, and plowed out the door. In the moist air of darkened night he reached his truck and dropped her hand only long enough to unlock the door and throw their belongings in before he grabbed her waist and hoisted her into the vehicle. The door slamed loudly in the still air. He jogged around the front and climbed in behind the wheel. When the truck came to life the music filled the cab and it was enough, no conversation was needed. Shortly they pulled into the motel infront of his numbered room. He turned to her with a hesitant expectant expression. "Are you sure you want to do this?" His pleading voice was all she needed to afirm her decision. She merely nodded and gathered up their coats and her purse. He gave her a wavering smile and squeezed her hand. Throwing open the door as he shut off the engine and locked his door, he then stepped out and pushed the door closed behind him, heading to help her down out of the truck. In the dim light he fumbled with the door key in the lock, she laid her hand on his back between his shoulders and it calmed him. He held the door open for her as she passed into the darkened room. He heard her toss the armful she had into a chair. He too entered and shut the door. When he turned around her hands and lips were upon him in the pitch black. He wrapped her in a gentle embrace and tasted of her sweetness. Leaning against the door he felt her press into his body. "Slow down babe, we have all night." He even surprized himself with that statement. He could feel her smile against his mouth when she gave him a soft peck in return. He felt a chill when she stepped away from him. "You're right. No rush." Silence for a moment then a light pierced the blackness. He traced her silhouette in the light spilling from the bathroom doorway. She was a beauty. He smiled softly in her direction then crossed the room to his boom box and turned it on. Flipping through his cd book he found what he wanted and placed them into the drawer then pushed play. Soft sensual music filled the room. "Very nice, very nice indeed. Perfect mood music for your first time." She commented from where she leaned on the doorjamb. His head snapped to her and he looked at her in amazement. "How did you know?" He was bewildered. She shrugged as she neared him with an understanding curl in her mouth. "Not many men want to slow down for a one night stand." She explained, then reached up and removed his hat. With a careless toss it landed somewhere behind him.
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Snaking her fingers behind his neck she loosed the band from his hair. His arms wrapped about her as he bent to her lips. Her hands sifting through his hair and smoothing over his chest she sighed. Coaxing his tongue into her mouth she sucked at it greedily. His palms rested on her ass as she began to sway to the soft strains of Barry White. She ran her hands down over his taught stomach and up under his t-shirt feeling of his heated skin. He nipped at her pouty bottom lip and pressed his body into hers. Her rocking hips deliciously rubbing to and fro over his straining cock excited him enough to grow bolder. He leaned into her and grasped her behind the thighs, lifting her off her feet and wrapping her long lean legs around his waist. The heated kiss never broke as she tugged at his t-shirt, until, pulling it over his head, she stopped to watch his long blonde tresses cascade over his broad shoulders. With sure steps he strode to the bed and sat on the edge with her on his lap. When she tilted her head down to nibble at his nipple he slipped his hands under her flimsy black tank top pulling it up and off. Pressing his palms to her firm bare breasts she arched her back. His hair tickled her tummy as he bent to grasp her nipple between his plump moist lips. He pressed his rough fingers between her legs and felt the heat of her sex through her jeans. She pushed against his hand and ground her ass over his aching cock. Holding her by the hips he stretched, the muscles of his back rolling and tensing he tossed his head back. Her mouth attacked his throat, licking and sucking at his adams apple. She felt his thick thighs move beneath her and heard the clunk of his boots kicked off and onto the floor. Her hands reached between them and unfastened his button fly jeans. She licked and kissed her way down his body as she slid from his lap onto the floor between his spread knees. Leaning back he propped himself up with his hands behind him and watched her free his erection from its confines. He groaned as her tight fist slid up his shaft. Tugging and pulling at the remanents of his clothes he helped her undress him by lifting his ass for her to get his jeans down. When they reached his knees she gave into temptation and licked his length. He leaned forward and pushed his pants down to his ankles so he could spread his legs apart for her to get closer to him. One of her warm hands pushed his chest back to his reclining position and the other one wrapped around his thick prick. A gutteral rumble rolled from his barrel chest when her soft lips pressed against his head and it passed into her mouth. The tug of her sucking and motion of her bobbing head made his senses swim and set his mind reeling. He had never felt anything so fantastic in all his life. Her excited nipples had formed hard little peaks and he could feel them rub against his thighs and balls as she writhed with passion. His hips began to buck from instinct and his choppy breaths sounded in quick bursts form his lungs. Fists twisting the bed linnens, he grasped at sanity for his boiling blood rushed through him at an alarming rate. "Mmmm..." He felt her vibrating moan sending shock waves through his thick collumn of flesh she had devoured. Reality exploded in his head and left naught but the fireworks of pleasure in its stead. One hand still holding him in place the other wound fingers through the hair at the nape of her neck to still her lest he loose all touch with sanity. His tightened balls emptied what felt like gallons of hot creamy jizz down her waiting throat. "Mmm..." She voiced once more as he felt her tongue lap at the corners of her mouth for escaping cum without letting his cock slip from her hungry mouth. He collapsed in satiated bliss as she tongue bathed him clean. Chest heaving and head swirling he could feel the familiar pressure that began in his belly. Between her sucking little kisses and subtle soft strokes, in no time at all she had him hard again and ready for round two.
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Through narrow slits his eyes watched her movements. Lifting one foot at a time she peeled the last of his clothing from his body. Then, she stood and swiveled her hips to the beat of Led Zeppelin as she toed off her shoes. His fist slowly stroking his long shaft he watched her hands pass over her body as she dipped and swayed. Between beats her quick fingers popped open the button of her jeans. A twist of her hips and she slid the zipper down. Writhing her body in time to the heavy cadence she inched the denim over her hips and down her sultry thighs. With an exagerated bump and grind she kicked them off and to the side. Hooking her thumbs in the elastic of her panties she sauntered closer to him and danced between his quivering legs. Her smooth skin passing over that of his on his legs quickened his rythm as his huge paw pumped is dick. Pulling the silky little black panties from her body she bent forward and took advantage of her position to give him little licks on the tip of his penis. As she crawled up his body her knees slid over his thighs and he loosed the grasp on his pecker to touch every available inch of her soft skin that he could. When her lips met his he could not hold back the moan of pleasure that escaped him. The extasy of her hardened nipples and firm tits against his chest was exquisite. The wet warmth of her pussy pressing against his cock was mind blowing. Grasping her hips he raised her over himself and plunged deeply into her as he pushed her back down. His big feet firmly planted on the floor beneath him he met her hips stroke for stroke as he pumped in and out of her at a furious pace. He watched her tits bounce, his hands left her hips and he rolled her nippled between thumb and index finger. Her pouty swollen lips forming little 'oh' shapes he felt the vice tighten on his cock. Her slick juices mixed with his own and ran down over his balls and inner thighs. Her hands grasped at his chest and her nails dug in some as her pelvis smashed into his at break-neck speed. He felt it, she was as close as he was. She leaned into him and he captured her mouth swirling his tongue with hers. A sonic silence filled the darkness as her every muscle stiffened and her back arched shoving her tits toward his chin. Her cunt spasmed and clenched forming a vacumme on his dick as she held her breath unintentionally. Her body shook and her breath freed with her release causing him to loose his battle and cum with her. His prick jerked withing her as it spewed forth another volley of sticky white cream. His strong arms wrapped around her limp body as she slumped upon his chest, her hair spilling around him like a cacoon. He brushed her hair from her sticky wet face with soft movements of calloused fingertips. He kissed her forhead gently and spoke in a hushed tone of his deep gravelly voice. "Thank you." It was all he needed to say. Two simple words said had spoken volumes in emotion. Her hand traveled the length of his huge muscled arm and found his hand to link her fingers in his. That was all he needed. This had to be the best damned vacation holiday he had ever had.
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Feeling as if his brain were scrambled and fried, Isaac stepped from the cafe into the sweltering noonday sun. A quiet little street not too far from the studio had offered up a cozy cafe he often frequented for lunch. Just the ticket to get away from work and relax. He had even been eased into complacency enough to jott down a lyric or two while sipping his after lunch coffee. Today the car was in the shop, he would walk back to the studio and Zac would take him over later to pick it up. Fair enough, he was up for some physical activity. A casual stroll and a fat stoogie, life seemed grand. Beating feet up the steep hill was a bit more daunting in the heat than he had anticipated. Huffing his way to the top he stopped to rest, hands on knees, stooped. When he had regained his composure, he straightened to survey the lay of the land. Sweat ran rivers down his back and stung his eyes. A refreshment was certainly in order. Spotting a little bussiness not too far off in the distance he galloped off in hopes of a resbit and something cold to trickle down his throat. Blessed shade passed over him as he approached the window only to read a sign. 'WINDOW CLOSED. PLEASE VISIT THE COUNTER INSIDE. THANK YOU.' Shrugging he relented and pulled the door open. Hit with a blast of delicious cool air, he was now glad for the sign. Such a quiet place, not a soul was around. Slipping onto a stool at the counter he cleared his throat to let whoever was tending the till know he was there. Pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes in attempts to wipe away the unforgiving sweat, he slumped forward. "What can I get ya sugar?" Startled by the brassy voice he jumped slightly. A watery grin pasted his face for the woman, he appologized with his eyes for his mannor. "Something cold please. I think I'm melting." He joked. She laughed brashly and slid a menu to him. A quick glance to it and he spoke to her again. "What would you recomend?" Her smile more genuine now she pondered before she spoke. "I'm partial to the ices myself." "Ices?" He queried. She leaned her elbows upon the counter. "Kinda like frozen juice, but some of them have liquer in them. Sorta like a sophistocated sno-cone." She laughed. He liked the way her eyes crinkled in mirth. "Then an ice it is please." He smiled to her. Pointing to a signboard above her head she indicated the question of which flavor. His eyes scanned it quickly and rested on something that sounded savory. "Chocolate orange please." With a nod she turned and began preparing his confection delight. He watched her glide from counter to freezer to sink and back. She had a grace this place seemed unworthy of. He studied her, deciding her hands were sensual and swift and her lean body attractive. Placing the glass before him with a warmming smile she met his gaze. To him she seemed a natural beauty. The kind that goes un-noticed until one takes a good long look. Reading her nametag pinned to her chest he thanked her when returning the smile. "Looks good, thank you... Carmen."
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For the next week Isaac was at the mercy of an unforgiving schedule in the studio. Alloted time with one particular producer took precidence over all free time. Resigned to the tasks at hand he went home late each night bone weary. Many a moment he would catch himself thinking of Carmen on his way home. She had managed to intrigue him in the short span of his consumption of that iced delight. Now it seemed she consumed him. He decided that he simply must return to the little diner and recapture that conversation. Words had flowed between them so easily, he longed for the simplicity of it. A finnished track later, he resolved his celebration would occur in the prescence of that graced ease beauty who offered up tempting treats for mind, body and soul. He headed out for the first leisurely lunch in a week. This time, he would give up the cozy cafe and slip into the greasy spoon. Grateful that this time he was much more presentable in appearance, he settled onto the same stool at the counter as he once more, cleared his throat. Her smile came through the storeroom door before she did. As radiant as ever she approached him. "What can I get for ya sweetie?" He found her jargon a quirky endearment. "What would you recomend? I'm starved." He grinned to her. "Not much on menus huh?" She laughed. "I rather think I like to trust the locals. They haven't seemed to steer me wrong yet." He offered to her. "I thought you weren't from around here. Ya talk different than the rest." She pondered aloud. He had taken note himself that she was not a native of the area herself. "Nope I'm here on bussiness for the next few months, how bout yourself? What brought you to sunny Cali?" His curiosity over rode his manners. She smiled at him sweetly as she shifted her weight. "Imagination and pipe dreams." She shrugged. Thinking he may have hit on a sore spot he cringed inwardly. Still, she continued on as if he hadn't even spoken of it. "I can tell ya without a doubt, the best thing on the menu today is the holey hollywood pie." He smirked. "And that would be...?" She giggled to her self then revealed the answer. "Hey, I only cook and serve, I don't name the stupid stuff. It's just a stuffed pepper with swiss cheese over it." His chuckle bubbled up from him, and they laughed together. "Okay, I suppose I shall trust you once more, you were more than right last time. I have been thinking about that *ice* all week." He told her the half truth, not being able to hold back the grin. His lunch was served and he concluded he savored the company more than the meal.
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For the next week he returned to the little place on the hill if not for anything more than an ice and a conversation. He loved to watch her work. She chatted easily with him and it seemed they had become fast friends. Isaac for one was wishing it was more. He knew the ices may have been adictive in their refreshment, but it was her he longed to taste. A day like any other, he entered the diner on the following Monday. Greeted with the gruff appearance of a burly man, he was taken aback. "Excuse me, but, where is Carmen today? Doesn't she usually work the lunch shift?" He asked of the unsavory looking man. With a gravely voice the man behind the counter snorted to him. "She don't work every other Monday, she teaches class that day." His curiosity carried him away, Isaac asked the question that burned on his tongue. "Class? What kind of class?" Looking at Isaac as if he were the town idiot he leered at him when he answered him. "Her sissy dance class of course." Shaking his head as if that would clear the confusion, he turned it over in his mind aloud. "Ballet?" The weasels rude gufaw was answer enough to confirm Isaacs suspicions. Ballet? Wow. That explained so much to him. It was as if a large piece of the puzzle 'Carmen' had been placed correctly. So much more of the big picture could be seen now. He smiled to himself as he walked out and headed to his old cozy cafe. A dancer. For the rest of the day he could not get Elton John's 'tiny dancer' out of his head. He even hummed himself to sleep with the tune swirling in his head to visions of Carmen. Tomarrow was going to be such a lovely day, he couldn't wait for the sun to stir him from sleep.
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Fumbling and hurring through his day Isaac was itching to get to the diner to see Carmen. Lunch was called and he nearly ran to his car in an effort to get to her. Almost giddy with the prospect of catching her unawares, he entered the little slice of heaven in disguise. She met his grin with one of her own. "So ya check'n up on me now are ya?" He stopped, then realized that the man must have let her know that he had inquired about her whereabouts. His lips curled up in merriment. "No, I was just going to have lunch and left when that guy, whoever he is, gave me the less than stellar service I was used to from you." She stretched to her full height as she lifted her upper body off the counter. "Well aint that nice of you to say. If I didn't know any better I would have sworn that you were following me." She chuckled. He wanted to tell her that he would follow her anywhere, on a leash even if she so desired. Instead he only gave her a reassuring smile. Breaking the awkward moment she gestured to his usual seat. "What can I get for ya today honey?" Inside he melted. Easing himself into the seat he glanced above her head. Giving the board a once over he settled on something he had yet tried. "Chocolate Raspberry Hazelnut Ice, please." "Mmmm." She purred. "That is my alltime favorite, very sensual on the tongue." Whoa. Was that an invitation? Well damn it he was going to take it as one. Clearing his throat first, he gathered his courage and asked the question he had longed to. "Carmen?" He gained her attention. She faced him expectantly. "Would you perhaps like to go out sometime?" His nervous heart quivered, then soared when her lovely lips broke into a sensational smile. "Why Isaac, I never thought you would ask." She teased. When he returned to the studio, nothing could pry the smile from his lips. He was a very happy man.
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His parents were not too keen on him going out with someone they had yet to meet without a bodyguard to fend off the crazies. But he was a grown man after all and there really wasn't much they could do about it now. He was his own man and had been making his decisions, wisely even, for years now. They had no choice but to trust him. After promises of being careful, he was off to pick up one very beautiful woman by the name of Carmen. Steeling his resolve, Isaac knocked on the large puce painted door. Faintly from within he heard a feminine voice call out to enter, with a shrug he did so. Her apartment was spacious, sparse, artsy in a kind of way too, he decided he liked it. "Hello?" He called out tenatively. Somewhere from above him he heard her call, "I'm in the bedroom, I'll be right down." Ah, a loft, cool. He stood and gazed out the window, she had a pretty nice view of the park nearby. From behind him he heard her descending the stair and turned to greet her. His breath caught in his throat and his voice was lost. A vision floated toward him from the heights. She was enrapturing, graceful... the only thought that came to his mind was, Damn! She smiled at him as she put in an earring. "I hope I didn't keep you too long? I've been running late since my class, I haven't seemed to catch up yet." He shook his head, more to clear his mind and gather his thoughts than to answer her. "Oh no, I was just enjoying a little people watching. Something I do to see how it feels from the other side." She knew who he was, she understood, she left the statement hanging for what it was. Determined to make him more comfortable she neared him and gave him a tiny hug. His arms went about her waist and lay upon bare skin. Smooth and soft his fingers sang to him. As the embrace was released she quickly turned and swept up her hair to the side. "Would you mind terribly?" Indicating the undone zipper. He smiled to her. "Certainly." But as he pushed the zipper up he was inwardly wishing that his actions were reversed. He would love to undress her and have her now, but decency drove him to behave. As his hands reached her neck, she let loose her hair and it brushed over his arms. Shivers of delight passed through him and he nearly lost that sense of decency. He wanted this woman in the worst way. She turned back to face him once more. "Thank you. Shall we go?" He came back to his senses shortly and adressed her. "Lets." He offered his arm. She took it and they headed for the door. The play was hokey and he appologized profusely for making her endure it. She laughed it off and instead they made fun it. Dinner hopefully would go much better. A quiet bistro under the stars on the deck... what could be better? Conversation was something he found easy to share with her. Her moods and attitudes were vexing to him. Often when she was in the diner she was brash and loud in banter. When she worked in silence she was otherworldly in grace and effeincy. At her apartment she was ethereal and sensual. During the play she was comforting and reassuringly friendly. During their trip to the bistro he caught a hint of her being raunchy even. Now during their meal she was like an old friend and accomplice in many matters. His head was reeling and he loved the effect she had on him. He would gladly take a lifetime to try to figure out what this woman was all about, what made her tick and how she worked. Gladly.
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Dates, dinners, and many an ice later, two weeks passed. A family birthday approached and Isaac thought it time for the whole family to meet the woman whom he had raved about endlessly. Sure Tay and Zac had met her briefly on his excursions to the greasy spoon she worked at, but it was time for something more formal he thought. When he brought it up to her at lunch, she accepted it with her usual air of casualness. That was one of the things he loved about her, she was open to anything and easily adaptable. She fit in his life so perfectly. What was he going to do without her company when he had to leave was a question that plagued him. That was something they would have to talk about sooner or later, but for now, he was going to do his best to enjoy what time he could with her. As he had expected his family had taken a shine to her just as he did. That gave him a warm fuzzy feeling inside for sure. His mother had even made plans to go to lunch with Carmen and the girls one day for a 'girls day out' she said. Life was grand to him and it reflected in his work too. New songs poured from him like a fountain. Granted most were sappy love songs that he kept to himself, but on occasion, Zac would hear him tinkering on the piano and encourage him to share. It was not surprizing that as of late it was Zac who worked closer with him instead of all three or Tay, Tay had his own hands full with a spicy whirlwind of a relationship that Isaac wasn't too sure was in his best interest. But it did make for some damned fine music from his brother. He chuckled to himself, Tay would find out what he wanted in the long run. Sex wasn't the end all and be all of the world. He was sure his brother would come to his senses soon enough and find himself a woman to be happy with just like he had. Just like he had? Did he just realize that or had he been in denial? He really did love Carmen didn't he? Wow. Inside he was shaking in his boots, this was something he had to tell her now that he knew himself. What would her reaction be? Was it too soon? Did she love him too? Giddy and dizzy he shakily picked up the phone to face his new destiny. He waited in the back of the room watching her mould the young minds and bodies of twelve little girls into bella donnas. He could watch her dance for an eternity and never get enough. He recieved his usual greeting from the mini throng. They no longer asked for autographs but they still swarmed him with questions and admiration when his presence was made aware of. Twelve tiny little girls. Even that small fan club was at times overwhelming. "Alright girls, let the poor man be. Off with you now! You're moms are waiting for you downstairs." She always came to his rescue. A gaggle of giggling girls bounced off down the hall and left them alone. No words were needed, she went to him and they shared the most natural of affections. Her first kisses were always tenderly sweet. He held her in the quiet sunwarmed afternoon. A whisper of a breeze danced across the shining hardwood floors and he thought no better a time would present itself. His chocolate eyes found her caramel ones and he gave himself to her. "I love you." Sweeter than clover honey her lips melted on his. "And I love you too Isaac."
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A whirlwind of joy encased them over the next month. Being in love was a constant high. Unfortunately, in the back of his mind a little black thought niggled at him. Whenever it would try to push to the surface he would push it away and back under. He so much wanted to continue to remain happy. Carmen held him in a spell, he clutched to it desperately. A rare evening off found him spralled on Carmens couch chucking back chinese take out. The tv tuned to jeopardy he called out to her the question for her to answer as she was refilling the wine glasses. "What is pyg." She stated with ease. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" He chuckled. Both glasses in hand she sauntered back into the room and sat on the floor between the couch and coffeetable. "Just watch, I'm right. I'll explain it afterward." And she was too, though her explanation was falling on deaf ears. She had lost him when he started to watch her lips move and her eyes sparkle. The way her hair slid around the curve of her shoulder and the rise of her breast as she breathed. He was enchanted by her. Setting his box of lo mein and chopsticks on the table he slid to the floor next to her. Tracing his fingers over her delicate cheek, she leaned into his tender touch and placed her hand over his. Her eyes slid shut and she kissed his wrist. Effortlessly she was so sensual a person, it only served to make him want her more. Her eyes opened softly as he took both her hands in his and entreated her to sit in his lap. Her knees on either side of his hips she leaned into a delicious kiss from him. His hands traveled over her backside and gripped her hips when she began to suck on his bottom lip. Her fingers twisted in his blonde curls when their tongues waltzed together. His arms wrapped tightly around her as he trailed wet kisses, licks and nips down her throat and back up to under her ear. When she sucked on his adams apple his hands found the curve of her firm breasts to cup. His fingers kneeding the flesh beneath her sweater as she assulted his lips with teasing nips and licks. When she captured his tongue and began to suck, his thumbs drew across her excited nipples and met his index fingers to roll the peaks and make her moan. The seering kiss broke and she captured his eyes with her heated gaze. He pushed her away from himself and took her hand as they both rose from the floor. Television and dinner be damned and forgotten, she led him up the stairs to the bedroom loft above. Tonight they would become one. Tonight, they would express their love in a new way, a better way, a perfect way.
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The flickering television cast a soft light from below. Sounds of the city streets below breezed in from the open window. Her perfume filled his mind as her touch filled his heart. With gentle deliberation they undressed each other. Tender caresses as fabrics slid off. Slow sweeps of skin on skin when they held each other. Torturously sweet kisses shared during a loving embrace. Isaac took Carmens small hand in his and led her to the bedside where he lay her down gently, wrapped in his strong arms. Tasting of her skin his mind raced, but he was sure, this was the right thing to do. Her small sighs grew to stifled wimpers as his tongue swirled around her carmel nipples. Her hands roamed his back, chest, arms and neck edging him on. He suckled one nipple as his thumb turned tiny circles with the other. When she moaned he pressed his erect penis to her silky thigh with a low moan of his own. His callosed fingertips slid from her waist and grazed her hip on their way to her other thigh and parted her knees. He ran his palm back up the inside of her thigh and pressed it to the heat beneath the thatched silk between her legs. In a slow steady motion he ran his long fingers over the length of her slit, than dipped his middle finger into her wetness. A long breath escaped her moist lips when he sank his fingers to the hilt within her and his thumb grazed her clit. She arched her back and began to rock against the feel of him filling her. His throbbing cock rubbed against her thigh and spread the slick fluid between them making for an easier friction. Her head was now thrashing side to side in attempts to contain her pleasure from his loving ministrations. "Please Isaac, I need you now. I need to feel you now." She begged him. His slick fingers slipped from her pussy and he tasted them as he got to his knees. She spread her legs to accomadate him. Sitting on his heels he pulled her by the hips toward him. The backs of her creamy thighs slidding over his made his prick twitch in anticipation. Taking his shaft in hand, he guided it into her hot hole. He leaned forward and recaptured a nipple as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She dragged her fingernails lightly up and down his arms as he held him self above her and began an achingly delicious slow stroke. Her hips bagan to rise up to meet his and their pace quickened. His lips and teeth found the crook of her neck and took up residence there as they began to pound together. She voiced her pleasure in increasing volume. He felt her already tight walls clamp down in a vice grip bringing him closer to the edge of insanity. Her body stiffened and back arched and in a pornstar fantasy moan she called to him. "Oh Isaac, I love you. Oh, mmm... yesss." His damn shattered as his pelvis slammed into hers. He came with a forceful intensity unknown to him before while her cunt milked him for every last drop of sex. Both satiated beyond comprehention, she pulled his sweaty chest toward her and kissed the perspiration from his brow while brushing back his hair. He lay slumped atop of her for a lingering moment then rolled to the side drawing her into an embrace. Sleep came like a thief in the night and robbed him of conciousness quickly.
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Grinding gears of a large truck awoke him and his eyes snapped open at the unfamiliar sound. Dull morning light filtered into the room and paled in comparison to the shine of radiant beauty that lay within his arms, next to him in bed. Try as he might, he just could not peel away the grin from his lips. He watched her sleep and studied her face. Steady rise of breast. Softly closed eyes. Lush lashes laying against honey smooth skin. Pale pink, pouting full lips. Pert little nose. Delicate graceful hands, so tiny. With every breath his love for her grew. And that was what made him cry. He cried with hopeless sobs for he knew he would soon have to part from her. How could he give her up for even a moment let alone the length of promotions and a tour? How could he leave behind a chunk of himself? Carmen was his heart, how could he live without her now? "Isaac? Baby what's wrong?" Her voice softly filled with loving care. He opened his tightly squeezed eyes and took in the perfection of her face. Heart swelling in love and anxiety he crushed her to his chest. She held tightly until he calmed some. Stroking his face gently she dried his tears with a touch of fingertips. Chest heaving and heart aching, he poured his every fear out and she mopped up the mess with soft spoken words. How simply she eased the fears he had been bottling up for so long. Promises were made and plans laid. To him it seemed that she knew how to fix everything. He thanked her properly. Reafirming his grasp around her, he overtook her lush lips in a seering kiss that left her breathless. He was rewarded equally when a grin split her face then she slipped through his arms sliding down his body. When she disappeared beneath the sheets he chuckled lightly until a slight moan escaped him. Her small hands pressed against his inner thighs as her mouth pleasured him. Lips nuzzled his balls and toungue tasted his skin searching his slit for treats. The erotic extasy of it gripped him when she slipped him into her mouth deeply to suck him. Arms above his head he gripped the rungs of the headboard when her pace quickened and his heart raced. His body stiffened under her carnal circus of delight to his senses. He could hear and feel her tiny wimpers of pleasure that matched his own. She was sucking him so fast and hard, he was so far in her mouth... he just couldn't hold it back anymore. "Unghh..." His body shook with force enough to tip the richter scale as he came. She held him between her lips gobbling up the creamy deliciousness of him until he softened. She let him slip from her mouth, his spent member lay against his thigh as she kissed her way back up his body with soft touches. When she reached his neck she whispered to him. "What's for breakfast?" He laughed a bit and held her close to him. "After that, I will make you anything you demand." He told her.
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She must have known how to fix everything after all. From that morning on, Isaac was a man owned in heart, mind and body. The promotions were difficult and he missed her as much as she ached for him, but she had to have time to settle her life in California. Before the start of the tour, she met him in Tulsa. He welcomed her to his world with a waiting treat in the kitchen of his small apartment. He made her a hazelnut chocolate raspberry ice. After that, they were never apart again.
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When he stepped into the room he didn't speak, he didn't need to. Immediately she went to him. Within their embrace was woven a language all their own. His steady breath against her ear left her insides twisted in knots. Her hands found his heartbeat and measured it against her own. His eyes searched hers for the answer to questions unspoken. She gave him his answer, with her mouth on his. He licked at her lips begging entrance, there it found its home. Curling her tongue around the probing heat of motion she succumbed to him. She now was his. Hot rough hands held her face in rapture against his velvet soft lips. Kisses rained like soft spring showers upon her face and refreshed her. Catching her breath for a moment she traced a path from his jaw to his ear with moist lips. A nibble on his lobe and his knees weakened. He leaned into her. Licks and nips down his neck and over his throat to rest upon his adams apple now buckled his resolve and he sank to the floor with her wrapped in his strong arms. On his knees he pulled her close trying to absorb all that was her. With lips and tongue he tried to suck in her essence. He hungered for her, couldn't get enough of her, attempted to fill himself with her. Caresses and touches were administered to his skin inch by delicious inch until he thought he would go insane from the extasy of it. When she captured his tongue and held it hostage he lost the fight and all of his will power was robbed of him. His hands burried in her hair he spoke his first word to her on whisper light breath. "Please...?" Her reply was staggering when she merely began to unbutton her nightgown. His fingers flew to help her undo them and remove the hateful offending garment. As she shrugged out of her bedclothes he tugged at his own. When the fabrics fell away from her body he lost his breath and time itself stopped. She was so beautiful to him he was afraid to touch her. Insanity began to set in, he reached for her with unknown desperation. She shivered under his soft strokes, he felt her movement and reveled in the knowledge that he could have the same effect on her that she had on him. He pressed his body to her warm skin, he didn't even bother to try to stop it when the remainder of his sanity left him. He was happy enough to go stark raving mad as long as he was allowed her body against his own. She clung to him as if her life depended on it as she tasted of him upon his neck and chest. With her in a tight embrace he lay her down. Running his hand over the whole of her body he tried to imprint her in his brain so he would have her with him always. Breathy little sighs escaped from her tempting lips as his mouth found new places to explore on her. Electricity shot through the pair when his lips and tongue found her nipples. Her hands kneaded at the muscles of his arms as if begging to never let her go. His hands danced across her quivering skin forcing her to arch her back. Hands slipping over the curve of her ass and grasping her hip melted her mind in exquisite divinity. Lightly raking his teeth against the hard little peaks upon her breasts made her thrust her hips at him. His mouth watered for he had longed to taste her. His palm grazed over her belly and pushed past her mound to part her knees. Infintesimal wimpers fell on his ears as his fingers walked up her inner thigh. With utmost tender deliberation he parted the folds of her sex and ran his thumb over the throbbing little nub. She burried her face in the crook of his neck at his touch.
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He groaned in a deep rumble when his fingers dipped into her slick hole and he felt her tightness wrap around them. He pumped his finger into her moist entrance and rubbed her slick juices in circles around her clit. She grabbed at his arm when his hand left the heat between her legs not wanting him to stop. Her eyes glazed over in lust and she gripped his wrist tightly when his hand neared his mouth and his tongue darted out to lap at her flavor. He looked into her eyes and slid down her body to nestle his face between her legs. His palms smoothed up from her knees, over the inside of her thighs and rested at each side of her slit. His thumbs strumed over her outter lips and parted them to allow his mouth entrance of her. Languid laps of her clit set her hips rocking in a steady slow-motion. One hand holding her splayed for his actions he sank the fingers of his other hand into her hot hole. She moaned with delight. He nibbled at her outter walls and lightly sucked at her clit. He curled two fingers within her snatch making her writhe. She bucked and moaned clutching his head between fistfulls of his silky blonde hair. The smell of her sex intoxicated him as much as her taste did when it spread over his seeking tongue. Three fingers pumping her pussy and lips perched upon her most sensitive spot he felt her walls begin to clench and spasm against him. Unrelentlessly he shoved at her, his mouth hungrily waiting to taste the necter of his labors. Soon he was rewarded with exactly what he had been waiting for. He looked up at her through hooded eyes from his position between her legs, his fingers slipping from her cunt to be replaced by his tongue, a thumb taking the place previously occupied by his mouth. Her thighs wrapped around his neck and she came. She came with earthshattering force as he lapped and sucked hungrily for the sweetness that flowed from her. Only when her vice-like grip loosened did he cease. With a satiated smile she caressed the side of his face where it lay against her lower belly, his breath dragging over the wet patch of hair sending her pleasured chills. She could feel his chest heaving as his index finger swirled an intricate pattern on her hip. When his breathing slowed she watched him get to his knees and wipe his mouth on the back of his hand. She couldn't help but meet his sly grin as he crawled up her body. He came to rest abover her, inches apart she could feel the heat of him. Eyes piercing, he stared at her like a jungle cat about to sup. Her hands felt of the taught muscles of his chest and her legs circled his waist.
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Her hands traveled down over the ripples of his abs, and past the silky soft trail of hair beneath his navel as she sought her prize, and found it. Her fist pleasured him with a steady stroke as the other hand weighed his pendulous balls. Her palm grazed the head of his cock and spread the clear fluid as she rubbed her thumb against the sensitive spot just under the tip. He hung his head and shuddered at the sensation of it. He could barely hold himself above her for the pleasure he was recieving from her. No longer able to stand it he pushed her hand away and replaced it with his own. Guiding the tip between her wet lips he achingly plunged his length into her entrance to the hilt. Throwing his head back, he moaned. Her back arched as she clutched at his biceps and reciprocated the voiced pleasure. He moved over her, thrusting with urgency. Her hips crashed into his as she met him, stroke for stroke, in a heated cadence. Eyes blazing with lust and passion he held her captive in his gaze. She watched his face over her as he licked the perspiration from above his top lip. His hair swung back and forth in a hypnotising rythm. He was so beautiful in his sexual power. She ground her hips in little cirlces and evoked from him an otherworldly groan. Determination set his facial features afire with desire. Jaw tensed and teeth clenched he quickened his pace. His huge throbbing cock assulted her pussy making it scream for mercy. She could feel every muscle of him tighten like a coiled spring ready to break free its confines. His breath harmonized with hers in ragged gasps. He leaned down into her and hastened the speed even more. Friction of his chest against her nipples sending her so close to the edge she nearly cried with want of it. Listening to the slap of his balls against her ass she pressed her pelvis deeper to his hips to catch the base of his cock against her clit. Crying out with the extasy of him filling her, pleasing her, owning her, she came. Her body stiffened as if she were frozen only then to be wracked with convulsions of divinity. His mind exploded when her cunt grasped at his shaft and he pumped her hard and fast one time last before his body gave up and emptied him of several shots, splashing her sugar walls. Satisfaction ebbed, crashed, and flooded him. He lay atop her, holding her tight for fear she may be a ghost in his imagination. What just happened could most asuredly not be reality, could it? Hazy eyes opened to behold a glistening vision of bliss. It was reality. How could that have happened? His spent member slipped from her dripping pussy as he rolled off her. He lay at her side, arm cast over his eyes as he breathed heavily trying to regain air. She let a loud breath escape her lips and turned to him, laying a warm hand on his sweaty chest and wrapping her leg around his.
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Tiny tempting kisses were laid on his shoulder. He peeked at her from under his forarm and grinned. She returned his gesture, he could feel the smile against his slippery hot skin. The fingers of one hand dragged through her hair as he brought the other one down to lace together with hers upon his chest. She lapped lazily at his nipple and nuzzled her nose into him. From somewhere outside the little fantasy world they had just created he heard the traffic rolling past and the sounds of children playing in the outdoor fresh air. With a tortured wrench of his heart he snapped back to the real world. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her even closer to him as he squeezed her other hand. He didn't want to ruin what they just had, but he really had no choice, so, he asked of her what he would rather not know. "When will he be home?" He felt her body stiffen but she answered him anyway. "Seven." His heart crumpled and his mind screamed at him. She could feel the sag of his physical self when he heard her. It tore her apart to think she had to hurt him like this. But there were so many more people involved than just the three of them. It would be so much easier if only she give up one for the other, but that just was not possible. She had finaly let him show her how much he wanted her. Now how was she supposed to show him how much she wanted him without hurting all of those other people? She wept with the hopelessness of it all and he cradled her in his arms shushing her with soothing little kisses. They sat in the middle of her bedroom floor and he rocked her back and forth until her pain subsided enough to let her calm. He helped her from the floor and escorted her to the bath where he ran her a bath. He would help her collect herself. He cared for her that much.
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She heard him come through the front door but did not go to greet him. He entered the kitchen, walked up behind her and kissed her sweetly on the cheek. She turned to him, trying not to lie to him with her eyes. Would he even notice if she had? She doubted it. "So, how was your day?" He asked as he picked at the vegtables she had been chopping. "Did someone come by and help you with the washer? I'm sorry I didn't get to that but I had so much to do at the studio I just couldn't get away." She met his eyes and nodded. "Good. So, who was it?" He questioned munching on a carrot. His querry answered with the arrival of someone in the room. "Oh, so you're still here? Thanks man for helping out, you know I love ya." The other man nodded with a slight smile. Brown eyes met blue for an awkward moment. She turned and begged him with a look that said 'I want to go with you. Take me.' He shook his head to clear the thoughts as he leaned against the doorway arms crossed. "I gotta get going. I'll see you tomarrow in the studio right?" Picking up another carrot he nodded. "Yup, bright and early, first thing for sure." He straightened and uncrossed his arms. "Bye then." He said with a wave he headed for the front door. Swallowing the last of his carrot he called to his brother. "Bye Ike!"
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