Cute Girls

My name is Ana and I was born and raised in County Donegal, Ireland. I’m 33 now, but I was only 19 when I came to the United States. I wanted more freedom, opportunity, and the chance to be the kind of woman I wanted to be, not just a wife and mother.

I work as a Sales Director for a major hotel chain. My hotel is in Missouri and I have to travel quite often to attend conferences and meetings held by the founder of our chain. They are informative, but boring beyond description.

I love to travel but seeing only the insides of airports, taxicabs, and hotel rooms has become a real stress for me. I love to explore the cities I visit and for the past five years I haven’t had the time to even visit the most popular of tourist sites because of my tight time frames. I am usually in and out of the city within two days.

A little over four months ago I sat staring at another conference package from my boss thinking, ‘I can’t do this.’ I didn’t want to spend another two to three days in a city where all I saw were hotel room walls. I was burned out and ready to walk away from a job I’d been at for over 12 years.

My boss noticed my reluctance to confirm my travel arrangements and called me into his office. I did not hold back when he asked what the problem was. I told him how tired I was of traveling so much and not having any time to breathe, how I hated how rushed it was to go to these conferences for him.

For a moment I thought he would order me to go or lose my job. Imagine my surprise when he told me that those were the same reasons he hated to go to them himself. He asked me where this one was to be held and I told him Wichita, Kansas. I then asked him if he would possibly attend this one himself. He said no, but that he thought he could work something out so that I could have some time off before the conference.

I went back to my own office a little lighter on my feet than before. Some time off would be great. In fact, I couldn’t remember the last time that I’d taken a vacation. It would be nice to have time to myself. I did some paperwork and helped set up a meeting room for the next day before my boss got back to me. He offered me nine days off, not including my regular weekend off, if I would agree to attend. I agreed enthusiastically.

At eight o’clock Friday night I clocked out and rushed home, eager to begin my vacation. I’d decided at some point during the week to head for Kansas on Sunday and do some exploring before the conference. I would have a whole week to see the sites, act like a tourist and just be lazy in a place where no one knew who I was. I could do and be anything, anyone. I felt free for the first time in far too long.

I packed like a woman who was going to Maui and not Wichita, Kansas. It had been so long since I’d had the opportunity to dress like a woman and not a business person that I went a little overboard. I packed ever scrap of satin, lace, and silk that I owned. I didn’t know where I’d wear them but I was determined to take them anyway. I ended up with two very large suitcases full of clothes but I didn’t care what anyone would think. I was going on vacation and even if it was just Kansas, I was determined to have some fun and do whatever I pleased.

I set out on my road trip at nine am on Sunday. The traffic was light despite the beautiful summer day, and I rolled down the windows on my car and let the summer wind blow away all the stress in my body. I took breaks whenever I pleased, ate junk food I hadn’t touched in years and sang with the radio at the top of my lungs. I flirted with a trucker somewhere outside of Columbia, Missouri, blowing him kisses then laughing when he blew his horn in response. I felt like a teenager again, off on a new and exciting adventure.

I stopped at several roadside sites, reading different historical facts about Missouri and then Kansas, once I crossed the border. I’d booked a room in a smaller area near Wichita called El Dorado and it was pretty late by the time I rolled into the small bed and breakfast type place I’d found on the internet. It was a charming farmhouse and I fell in love with it on the spot. The owner was pleasant despite the hour of my arrival and she told me that there were plenty of good places still open for a meal if I was hungry. I chose a 24 hour diner and had one of the best, and probably most unhealthy, meals I’d ever eaten. Full, sleepy and happy, I returned to my room and promptly fell into a deep sleep.

The next day I left early, the owner’s hearty breakfast still warm in my tummy. I drove the forty miles to Wichita and set out to explore the city and what it had to offer. It was a good sized place with all the amenities that any city would offer. I stopped in at an internet coffee house for a cup and a chance to hook up my laptop and check my email. I wish I hadn’t. Ben, my boss, had sent me a message that the conference had been moved up and that I would have to attend the very next day.

Reluctantly, I returned to my pretty little farmhouse room and repacked my bags. I didn’t want to leave but the conference coordinators had rooms booked for all the attendees and it was required that you stay as part of the package. I hated deals like this, as it felt as if all control for my life was governed by strangers who would never know me. Still, I didn’t know how late the conference would run as it had been cut down to one full day from two and I wouldn’t want to drive the forty miles back to El Dorado late at night alone.

I was glad I’d made that choice. Still, it bothered me that some of my precious time would be marred by the interruption of the conference. I just wasn’t ready to let go of my free spirited feeling to attend some boring talks, even if it was only for one day.

Out of spite, I wore some of Freddie’s best under my severe business skirt and jacket, even wearing a garter belt and silk stockings, something I had never worn before in my life. I liked the feeling it gave me and added a higher heel than I would normally wear. I felt more in control, more free than I had at the other conferences, more like a woman and not just another worker bee. I was surprised at how sexy the feel of silk was on my thighs as I walked. I had a naughty little secret. To look at me you’d never know that under my black suit was silk lingerie in the darkest of greens.

That little secret and the feelings it provoked actually helped me throughout the boredom of the day. It moved fast but it was still the same old junk. Projections for the upcoming year, sales fluctuations, areas that needed improvement, awards for certain employees and franchises, and of course the closing speech by the President of the corporation. He released us and a giant sigh of relief seemed to fill the room.

Several of us attending had been coming to these things together for years. I wouldn’t say we were friends, but we were good acquaintances that got together for a meal and drinks at the end of every conference. Usually I make it an early night, choosing to hit the bed instead of bar hopping, but tonight I was feeling wild and decided to head out with the group for a little fun.

We hit a popular night spot, one the desk clerk at the hotel had recommended and found a good table where we could see the people on the dance floor. The drinks were strong and expensive but good. Now, most people think that since I’m Irish I should be able to drink the biggest man under the table, but that’s not the case with me. I have a low tolerance for alcohol and usually don’t drink more than one pint of beer or ale in an evening out. However, that night I decided to have a margarita, something I’d wanted to try for some time. The drink hit me hard but it was too good and I finished off the rather large cocktail.

We went from bar to bar on that block, ending up at a rather dark, loud place where the band was live and punk. You might look at me and see classical music lover, but I was raised in a place where British punk music ruled. I was enjoying the band, and another tequila drink when I noticed that somehow I’d lost my group.

Normally, I would have panicked and headed straight for the door and the first cab back to the hotel. That night, being a bit tipsy, I just shrugged and found a seat near the stage, settling in to watch the band finish it’s final set.

Another band replaced the first around midnight and they were even better than the first. There was a niggling voice at the back of my brain telling me that with the way I was dressed and with my age, I just didn’t fit in but I kicked it hard and it shut up. Who cared that I was at least ten years older than most of the youngsters there? No one knew me here and they would probably never see me again, would never remember an older redhead in a business suit sitting amongst them.

The new band on stage was much more energetic than the last, jumping around and really burning the place up. The bass player seemed to have captured everyone’s attention, understandably considering his good looks and shirtless chest covered in sweat. Ok, he captured my attention too. I couldn’t look away, even when he seemed to look stare straight at me. I merely smiled tipsily, and focused my attention on his lightly furred chest.

He had the body of a boxer, wiry, ropy muscles, long fingers, brown hair that fell over his eyes quite often, and lean hips. When he turned I couldn’t help but notice a tight bum that filled out his jeans quite nicely. I’m sure that had I not been more than a little drunk I would have blushed at my open appraisal of a total stranger but at that point I didn’t much care. I crossed my legs and the feel of silk on silk was another jolt to my system. Between the bass player’s hot body and the naughty lingerie lovingly cupping my most feminine parts, I was getting pretty turned on.

Before I knew it the band had finished their set and the bar was about to close for the night. I checked my watch and noticed that it was almost one am. I had to get out of there and find a way home, since I’d been so rudely ditched by my business acquaintances. I was sober enough to realize that a woman walking alone wouldn’t be the smartest alternative so I found a payphone and called for a taxi to take me the eight blocks back to the hotel.

I decided to wait outside and have a cigarette, something I indulge in whenever I please. Bad for my health I know but I like the tang of good tobacco on my tongue. I heard noises coming from the side alley of the bar but I didn’t go investigate. I was tired and a little miffed at being ditched and I leaned my head back, eyes closed at the first good drag of Turkish gold tobacco. All the stress and anger seemed to drain from me, leaving only the languorous feeling of my body.

I guess I drifted off because I woke with a start when the cigarette burned into my fingers. I dropped it, cursing lightly, and looked around. The bar was locked up tight and there was no one out on the street. No sign of a taxi either. Cursing again, I moved off the wall, and started to walk back towards the direction of the hotel. I talked to myself as I walked, cursing anyone and everyone I could think of for getting me into this situation, but mostly I cursed my own stupidity for not paying more attention.

I reached the alley where I’d heard the noises earlier and for some reason I looked down the dark area, wondering what it was I’d heard. A man stood near a truck, loading what looked like equipment into the bed. I must’ve made some noise because he looked my direction and I noticed the bass player from earlier. He stood under a dim light, but I’d memorized that body, that face, and there was no doubt it was him.

He raised a hand, a wave of sorts I guess, and I quickly waved back, trying to make my feet move my body away. His shout stopped what little movement I had made. “Hey! Red! Where’d your friends go?”

I turned slightly and took two steps into the alley but no further. I was still a good fifty feet from the man, and I could turn and run quickly if I needed to. I wasn’t that drunk or that stupid. I knew to go closer would be putting myself in all sorts of possible danger. His remark both startled me and amused me. “How do you know I came with anyone? Or that they left?”

His laugh was sexy and contagious, echoing down the alley towards me. “I saw you when you came in. It’s hard to miss five people in business suits walking into this dive.”

I laughed myself, amused that he’d had the nerve to be so bold with a complete stranger. “I guess it would be. I liked the music so I stayed, any crime in that?”

The man moved closer, stepping further into the light, near the front of the truck. “So, you liked our music huh Red? Somehow you don’t look the type to enjoy what we play.”

“And somehow I thought someone who played your type of music wouldn’t be so quick to judge a person by what clothes they have on,” I shot back, turning to walk away.

“Oh come on Red, I didn’t mean to insult you.”

His tone was cajoling, teasing, easy. That tone stopped me in my tracks and I turned back with a slight smile. “Apology accepted. I did enjoy your band. Have a good night.”

“Hey Red,” he spoke softly but his words traveled to me easily, “you shouldn’t walk through this area alone. If you want you can use my cell to call a cab and I’ll wait right here with you until it gets here.”

“And just how do I know that when I come to you to get said phone you won’t grab me and trap me in your truck to have your way with me?”

His laugh was full and long this time. “Red, the day I have to force a woman to fuck me will be the day I put a shotgun to my head. I don’t hurt women and I don’t like men who do. If you’d like I’ll walk halfway, put the phone on the ground and move back so you can pick it up.”

A looked at him, curious and suspicious all at once. “Why are you being so nice to a total stranger? I’m not your responsibility you know.”

“I know that, but I would feel real bad if I woke up tomorrow and there’s your pretty face on the news with a story of how you’d been hurt or raped or murdered.”

I thought that over for a moment before nodding my head. “Ok, I’m not so stupid that I can’t see the logic in that. You’ll come halfway then return to where you were?”

He raised three fingers of one hand and placed the other over his heart. “Scout’s honor.” He took the phone from his jeans pocket and walked slowly forward, stopping halfway down the dark alley to place the phone on the concrete.

I waited as he walked leisurely to the back of his truck and started loading big black boxes again. I moved quickly to pick up the phone and then realized I had no clue what number to dial. “It’s in my phonebook under Yellow Cab,” he said gruffly, holding the obviously heavy box.

I made the call, gave the dispatcher my location and ended the call. “They said it could be awhile. I’m sure you have other things you could be doing other than babysitting me.”

“I’m sure there are other things I could be doing too, but none of them are as interesting as babysitting a good looking redhead in an alley. Trust me, this way I’ll have a good story to tell my band mates at practice tomorrow.”

I could have been making the biggest mistake of my life, but I instinctively trusted this man. I walked forward slowly, watching him the whole time, cell phone clutched tightly in my damp hand. He didn’t move, just watched me walk, almost as if he was afraid if he made one little motion I would bolt and run.

I didn’t run, I didn’t stop, and I didn’t stop watching him as I came towards him. When I was within arm’s length of the man I reached out and held out the hand with the cell phone in it. He took it carefully from my hand, making sure not to touch me, probably so he wouldn’t spook me. “Thank you for letting me use your phone. It was very nice of you.”

“No reason to thank me Red. I should be thanking you for letting me spend some time in the company of a very beautiful woman with one hell of a sexy accent,” he chuckled to lighten the tense feel of the moment and it worked well, gaining a responding laugh from me.

I was close enough now to see that he had very dark brown eyes. They were beautiful and intriguing, the kind of eyes most woman would swoon over. I wasn’t immune to them either. But it was the intelligence and concern in them that won me over. I relaxed slightly and leaned a hip against the side of his beat up truck. “I should know you’re name if you’re going to be my babysitter,” I stated, smiling easily.

“I’m not sure I should. You might take advantage of me, throw me in my truck and have your way with me,” he teased, a twinkle in those deep brown eyes.

“Sounds suspicious. I mean, you’re bigger than me, so I doubt I could throw you anywhere and there’s no other reason you wouldn’t want to tell me your name,” I teased back.

“Got me there Red. My name’s Brett,” he bowed at the waist, very gentlemanly. “I should think that since you know my name I should know yours.”

“Analise,” I responded, making a fine curtsy to match his bow, “nice to meet you Brett.”

He held out his hand and I took it cautiously, feeling his dampness meet mine. His skin was rough, and to my surprise I felt a jolt of attraction that almost scared me. It shouldn’t have considering my thoughts earlier in the evening but I wasn’t prepared to actually feel it in person. I’d figured it was a innocent fantasy but here that fantasy was in the flesh. I pulled my hand back quickly, wiping it on the fabric of my skirt to try and erase that tingle in my palm he’d left there.

“Sorry,” he chuckled softly, “it’s pretty hot out here. I should have dried my hand before I took yours. I wasn’t thinking.”

Shock registered in my eyes. He thought I’d wiped my hand because of the sweat on his palm, that he’d insulted me somehow. “No, don’t apologize. I was wiping my palm because …” My words died off because I couldn’t think of a plausible excuse and the truth wouldn’t do at all.

Brett moved to pick up another box, muscles straining with the weight. I couldn’t help but look, watching them flex and bunch. It was quite a sight really, and I’m glad he’d gone silent because I wasn’t sure I had enough breath to talk at that moment.

My reprieve didn’t last for long. “So, I saw you watching me earlier. I’m sure you noticed me watching you too.” He didn’t look up as he said this, just continued moving the black box, which I now saw was a speaker, further into the truck.

It took me a minute to think of a response. “Actually I didn’t notice that at all. But, yes, I was watching you, and the others too. As I said, you were all very good.”

His smile was downright evil. “What color was the lead singer’s hair?” he asked, tone completely innocent.

I was caught. I had no idea. I tried to remember, racked my brain for the answer but all I could remember was the sight of Brett’s bare chest shining with sweat. Finally I just laughed and shrugged, trying to pretend it wasn’t a big deal.

Brett grunted as he moved another box into the truck bed, sweat now dripping off his forehead. “You know, I hardly ever notice the people in the audience. Usually I’m so totally into the music that I don’t know or care what’s going on out there. It’s like a zone you get into where nothing exists but the music. Funny thing is, I noticed you watching me from moment one. And I couldn’t look away from you. I actually missed several beats of music on one song because I was staring at those bright green eyes. I never mess up.”

I didn’t know what to say. I know my mouth was hanging open stupidly but there was nothing coming out. Finally my brain woke up and I asked quietly, “What are you trying to get at here, Brett?”

“Just stating the facts, Red. I’m good at that. I don’t know how to censor myself. Never wanted to learn how,” he shrugged, turning back to his work.

The silence filled with a kind of tension I hadn’t felt in far too long. It had been over two years since I’d last taken a lover. I tried to blame the attraction I was feeling on that simple fact. It had just been too long since I’d had sex. I was on vacation, feeling good, had a few too many drinks. I was grasping for any and every excuse I could think of. I reminded myself that I wasn’t into one night stands or having sex with strangers.

None of my excuses were holding water. I could smell his scent, a combination of cologne and sweat and tobacco. His movements were graceful and strong, his hands lean and rough. I remembered how they felt wrapped around mine. I remembered that jolt of lust that hit me hard and fast. Yes, I’d watched him, longed for him, fantasized about how he would feel inside me, all that pent up energy let loose on my body. I didn’t want to think about it but I couldn’t seem to stop either.

“You’re staring again Red,” he stated quietly, his voice a little rough. I should have looked away, should have denied it but I couldn’t. His chest, now covered by a damp t-shirt, was rising and falling a little faster than they were while he was lifting all those heavy boxes. Before I could think about what I was doing, I looked up into those velvety brown eyes and saw the same lust and need in them that I knew was in mine.

I don’t know to this day which one of us took the first step forward. I’m not sure it matters. All I remember is his hands grasping my waist tightly enough to make me gasp but lightly enough to let me know I could leave anytime I wanted. Then his mouth was on mine, his tongue sliding slickly over mine. He tasted too good, spicy and hot. I let my tongue dance with his, over and over again.

All rational thought fled, leaving only need in it’s wake. His hands pulled my body tightly against his and I could feel the heat radiating from his body and blending with mine. It felt like I could never get close enough, despite the fact that my breasts were so tightly pressed against his chest that I could feel his heartbeat against my skin, through my clothes.

He lifted me easily and pressed me back against the brick wall of the club. My legs went around his waist, skirt riding high on my hips. His body held me up while his hands began to roam and stroke my body. His mouth never left mine except to lick and nibble at my lips. I could feel sweat trickling down my back and it sent shivers down my spine. It wasn’t enough. I needed to feel his bare skin against mine. In a fever, I yanked at his shirt trying to tear it from his body. His rough laughter rolled over the skin of my face and I moaned, loudly.

“You should have a bed Analise, but I can’t wait. And I don’t think you want to either,” he ground the words out, his breath ragged. I shook my head no quickly, my own breath as ragged as his. I let my legs slide down his until they were firmly planted and I was sure they wouldn’t buckle. Then I went to work on that shirt again, pulling it quickly over his head. The sight of that chest made me sigh deeply before I let my tongue taste his salty flesh. I flicked my tongue over a tight nipple and his gasp pleased me beyond anything I’d ever felt before.

His growl was my only warning. Brett turned me around so fast that my head took a moment to catch up. He stripped the jacket from my body and tossed it somewhere behind him. His jeans clad hips pressed into the flesh of my backside and I could feel the hard ridge of him, and his heat through my skirt and panties. I pressed back, rotating my hips lightly against the zipper of his jeans. That earned me a gasp and I smiled a smile as evil as his was earlier.

Brett turned me back around as quickly as the first time, his hands moving to the buttons of my thin white blouse and pulling, sending buttons flying everywhere. The green silk of my bra was now barely covering my breasts, nipples hard and begging for attention. His head lowered and lapped at one fabric covered nipple, making my body buck hard. My hands immediately went into his hair to keep him from moving, to keep his tongue, his hot mouth right where it felt so good. He didn’t disappoint, moving from nipple to nipple, alternating between suckling and nibbling at my engorged points.

It wasn’t enough. Afraid of losing that contact but needing to feel more of him, I ran my hands down his sweat slicked chest to the waistband of his jeans. His quick intake of breath gave me just enough room to slide my hand down into those jeans and find the hard line of his cock with my fingers. With the barest of touches, I let my fingers roam his length, moaning at the silky feel of his skin.

As my reward, Brett pulled the fabric of my bra aside and took one nipple into his mouth and pulled hard against the flesh, sucking it deep into his mouth. It was enough to make me moan hard and long. His hands went to my hair and yanked the clip holding the mass in place. It fell everywhere and the scent of my shampoo surrounded us. His moan was as long as my own had been. His hands buried themselves in my curls, bringing great handfuls to his nose and inhaling deeply. The wild curls seemed to have a mind of their own, wrapping wetly around my breasts and clinging to our bodies.

I wanted to taste more of him. Wanted the proof of his need against my lips. I slid down his body, his hands still tangled in my hair. I made quick work of the button and zipper on his jeans pulling them down just far enough so that the hard length of him jutted free. I felt him look down, watching me look at his cock, watching me reach out my tongue and take that first taste of his flesh. His hips jerked and I laughed, low and deep. I let my tongue flick against his tip one more time before taking him deep into my mouth. The moan I couldn’t try to restrain vibrating against his length. I came off him slowly, wetly, knowing that he was watching each inch emerge from between my lips. The hands in my hair tightened almost painfully but it felt good, hot.

He didn’t let me taste him for long before swearing I was trying to kill him and pulling me up gently. My chest slid slick against his on the way up, my smooth stomach running up the hard ridge of that beautiful cock. He put his hands under my bottom and lifted me back up against the wall, the v of my hips nestling against the naked flesh of his. He rocked his cock against me a couple of times, stroking my throbbing clit until I cried out. His hands found my thighs and stroked over them, moaning when the silk turned into naked, milky pale flesh.

“You have naughty secrets Red. I want to find all of them. Imagine all this silk and lace hidden under such severe clothes. You were made for silk Red. But I want you out of it more, despite how unbelievably sexy you look in these scraps of cloth.” His voice was low, deep and rough and it was a caress to my ears. I shivered hard, his voice sexy enough to make me want to cry out in need. While I shook, he put his fingers in the sides of my thong and tugged hard, tearing the fabric off my hips and letting it fall to the concrete below. The bare flesh of my womanhood was exposed to his eyes, my skirt up high around my waist. His deep breath and deeper moan was evidence of how the shining wetness of my pussy was exciting him.

Slowly, he pressed his hips forward and let his hardness slide slickly against my wet softness. Up and down, he stroked over my clit until his cock was shiny with my wetness. I was close to shattering just with those few strokes but he pulled away, reaching into his pocket for the necessary foil packet. Somehow he managed to hold me up against the wall, open the packet and, with my help, roll it over his visibly throbbing cock.

We were both holding our breath, both looking down and watching his hard cock slide slowly inside of my body. I couldn’t breath for several moments, his cock filling me completely. Once he was fully and deeply inside me, I looked up into his eyes and saw myself reflected there. It was powerful and striking and my body reacted by clenching around him tightly. His fingers dug into the crease of my hips, a big turn on for me. I bucked, pressing as tightly against him as I possibly could. Still looking into those deep brown eyes, I whispered, “Fuck me.”

His only answer was a gasp. His hips pulled away and the pressed back, sliding in and out with a ferocity that should have scared me, or hurt, but my body was aching for just what he was giving me.

The sounds of our sweaty bodies slapping together echoed in the vacant alley. Gasps, moans and whispered words reached each others ears. Our foreheads were pressed together and our eyes were locked, mouths barely touching to share each other’s breath. Occasionally a tongue would flick out to taste each other, but neither one of us looked away. We were locked in a battle of sexual need, both determined to win.

Brett’s hands slid from my hips up to my waist, clasping around me tightly again. Before I could protest he had me up and in his arms, walking us quickly to the lowered tailgate of his truck. More gently than I could have imagined him being, he lowered me down, never letting his body leave mine. I lay back on the cool metal, sighing at the feel of it on my heated flesh. His fingers reached out to stroke over my nipples, his body buried deeply, but motionless inside mine. Down over my stomach they roamed, tracing a tattoo of a thorny rose vine that ran from my belly button to the top of my mound. My flesh was slick with my own wetness and his fingers rubbed it in, stroking the flesh I kept shaved bare.

When the rough pad of his thumb found my swollen clit I knew it wouldn’t take much to push me over the edge. He was watching my face, looking into my eyes while his thumb stroked, once, twice, three times. I felt my stomach tighten, felt the electricity build inside my body. He could feel it, see it, and I knew he was trying to take me over. His hoarse whisper did it when he said, “Cum for me Ana.”

And I did. I came hard, my body bucking and clasping him hard inside me. He waited me out, hissing at each clench and release of my pussy around his cock. I didn’t get a chance to recover, my body was already screaming for more, my mouth begging for just that. More. He moved once, so slow, so deliciously slow, pulling out until the head of his cock barely remained inside me then thrusting forward just as slow, watching his cock disappear inside my still pulsing pussy. It was so erotic, watching him as he watched us. The look on his face was intense and heated. I felt another orgasm building inside me and I wasn’t going alone this time.

He quickened his pace, returning his eyes to mine once more, eyes that glowed with heat and lust. His hands took mine and pulled down until our clasped grips were held tightly against my raised thighs. “I can’t wait anymore Ana,” he growled, beginning to pound his hips against mine with a wildness that I absorbed greedily. I could feel his body tightening against mine, could feel an answering tightening in my own. There was no stopping, and in unison our breaths’ caught and held, the moment seeming to extend, head into slow motion. He never looked away from me, and I knew the moment that he let go my body would explode all over again. And it did, his body thrusting so deeply into mine that I cried out, shaking and bucking wildly. He thrust one last time, deep and hard, his shout echoing loudly. Still cumming, he pulled me up by my hands and wrapped his arms around my body and held me tight to his. The jerking of his cock inside me was enough to set me off again and I bit into the flesh of his shoulder as another orgasm wracked my body.

We stayed that way for a while, breath gasping out, trying to return to a more normal, slower pattern. My hair was soaked and clinging to our bodies, tangling everywhere. I couldn’t ever remember being so satisfied and so comfortable after having sex with someone, even someone I’d known for a long time. It felt right being there in his arms, despite the surroundings. I wasn’t ready to let him go and to my great relief he didn’t seem to be ready to release me any time soon either. Eventually, the sounds of the real world worked their way into our consciousness. I hated that feeling of having to pull away from such intimate contact with him. I knew that once he left my body and let me go the doubts and awkwardness would start. We’d put ourselves to rights, redress, not knowing where to look or what to say.

Never in my life had I had sex with a total stranger. Never in my life would I have risked having sex with someone in a dirty, dark alley. I had gone so far outside of my normal experiences that I was both shocked at myself and pleased that I’d burst through some barrier I’d built that I hadn’t realized was there. I’d taken this vacation to feel free and I had to admit that this encounter had done just that.

Finally, he did pull away, but he didn’t do what I expected. His let his body pull away from mine slowly, reluctantly, but he didn’t let his arms release their hold. He did lighten it some before letting one hand fall to remove the condom and drop it onto the ground. His other hand fell away as well, but came up to caress my hot cheek, wiping the damp tendrils of hair from my flesh. He pulled back slightly and refastened his jeans, but never stopped looking into my eyes, seeming to want to memorize every detail.

My jacket had landed on the side rail of his truck and he reached blindly for it, pulling the cups of my bra up to encase my breasts once more before tugging my arms into the jacket and buttoning it to hide my nakedness. He was so gentle with me now, making my heart ache with his care.

“Can you stand?” he asked, taking hold of my hands, squeezing them lightly, rubbing his thumbs over the soft backs of them. I nodded yes and he released my hands to pick me up easily off the tailgate, setting me on my feet gently. He kneeled down to pull my skirt back into place, kissing my knees before letting the hem fall over them. My heart turned over at such a tender gesture and I felt tears beginning to burn the backs of my eyes. I let my head fall forward, let my hair hide my face and the water gathering in my eyes. He stood and I saw his feet move away, but they didn’t go far. He found my hair clip and tucked it into his pocket. For some reason this simple action set me off and the first tear fell from my eye.

He didn’t force me to look up at him, didn’t question why I was hiding from his sight, just took hold of my hands and pulled me to the front of his truck, opened the door and set me on the seat, being very careful of me. I didn’t know what to think about his actions. Didn’t know what to feel either. He came around the front and got in the driver’s side, slid the key in the ignition and started the engine. He still hadn’t spoken and I didn’t know what to say. But, after he put the truck in gear, he pulled me close and tucked me under his free arm, letting my face turn into the crease created by his neck and shoulder. I felt safe and the tears came faster.

Brett turned left out of the alley, the way I’d been beginning to walk when he’d stopped me earlier. I knew he didn’t know where he was taking me but I wondered if he would ask or if I should just tell him. Finally, at the stop light, he quietly asked what hotel I was staying at. I told him and he nodded. It took barely five minutes to reach the hotel. He parked and turned off the engine.

I didn’t move for a moment, just sat there inhaling the scent that I’d always think of as his. Inhaling the scent of me on him. I knew there would be no easy way to end this without any awkward moments so I moved away slightly, letting him know it was ok to let me go. He did take his arm away but only long enough to open his door and pull me by the hand out with him. He didn’t release my hand, just walked slowly with me to the elevator in the parking garage. I took the key out of my pocket and slid it into the slot, waiting as the car came down to our level. He still didn’t release me as the doors opened and I turned to tell him that it wasn’t necessary for him to come up with me but he wasn’t taking the hint. He led me into the elevator and quietly asked me what floor I was on. I pressed the button for five and stared at the floor as the doors closed and the car moved swiftly up.

Brett walked me to my door and I turned once more to tell him goodbye but he acted as if I hadn’t moved. He took the key from my hand and slid it into the lock, pushed open the door and picked me up, carrying me inside the dark room. Gently, he set me on the small loveseat and moved away, locking the door. I was so confused by his careful attentions that I didn’t question his intentions.

He came back and once again kneeled in front of me, gently lifting each foot to remove my shoes. He stood me up and undressed me as if I were a child and still the tears wouldn’t stop. I didn’t know what was wrong with me or why his ministrations were affecting me so deeply but I couldn’t get a firm hold on my emotions long enough to question him, or myself. He left me once more and went into the bathroom to run steaming water into the deep tub. Once it was to his satisfaction he returned and led me into the bath, watching as I settled into the water, sighing at the feel of it’s heat on my now rapidly cooling body.

After I’d settled in he took a sponge and began squeezing water over my back and shoulders. It felt so good that I sighed and let my eyes close. His voice was so quiet and so sad that at first I thought I was dreaming it. “Please, stop crying Ana. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t mean to be so rough with you. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you feel better, but you’re killing me with those tears that keep filling those beautiful green eyes of yours.”

The shock of those words caused my head to snap up and my eyes to open. “Brett, you didn’t hurt me. That was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

He looked at me, a bewildered expression on that handsome face. “Then why have you been crying?”

I laughed, the sound light and happy. “Because that’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

The confused look in his eyes and the wrinkle on his forehead was so cute that I reached out and tried to smooth it away. “Are all Irish women this confusing or is it just you, Red?”

I laughed again, full and deep. “You act as if you haven’t been with many women Brett. Don’t you know we’re all emotional and confusing at times?”

Brett smiled a little shyly, a light blush staining his cheeks. “I have been with four women my entire life. I know that you can all be emotional and confusing but I’ve never had one cry after sex. I thought I’d hurt you because I’d been so rough, hurt you by not finding a more comfortable place to … well, to have sex.”

I reached out and placed my palm against his cheek, liking the feel of the stubble there. “You didn’t hurt me. Did I ever act as if you did during that very, very, very nice interlude?”

“Well, no,” he replied, closing his eyes and turning his cheek into my palm, “but I couldn’t think of any other reason you’d want to cry.”

I sighed, resigned to having to make myself look like a real fool. “I was crying because I have never been with a man who was so gentle and so caring and so concerned for my comfort the way you were. Nor have I ever known a man who was so wild sexually one moment and so tender the next. You made my heart ache for things that I’ve never had. Does that make more sense for you?”

He nodded but didn’t speak. I thought he was trying to finally pull away from me some so I let him remain silent. After a moment or two he picked up the sponge and began to wash my body gently, rinsing me, washing my hair and being so careful to not get the suds into my eyes. I washed my own face, feeling very vulnerable without the shield of makeup and clothes in front of this man. He helped me rise, wrapping my hair in one towel, my body in the other, rubbing the terry cloth softly over my skin to dry me.

Once I was dry he turned me towards the steamy mirror and wiped it so I could see him standing behind me, watching my face, staring at my eyes in the reflection. He let my hair down and used the fabric to squeeze the water from the tangled locks. Then he broke my heart all over again by taking my comb and beginning to gently stroke it through the knots. It took him much longer than it would have taken had I done it alone but it felt good to be taken care of, so I remained silent and let him do this one last thing for me.

“You have the most beautiful hair. So long and thick. It seems to try and trap my fingers when I stroke it.” He ran them down the length, watching his hands against it. “You’re skin is so pale and fragile looking yet, your body is strong and lush. You were beautiful and very standoffish when you first came into the bar, but now you look like a totally different woman. I think you’re even more beautiful without all that makeup and the suit.”

I blushed a deep red, cursing my Irish skin. “Thank you,” I finally managed to reply. His hands were still stroking my hair easily, his eyes still staring into my own in the mirror. Now, I was the one confused. He didn’t seem ready to leave at all, in fact he seemed content to stand there and stare at me. I didn’t mind, in fact, I was relishing the attention.

After long moments of silence from us both, Brett asked quietly, “I want to sleep with you Ana. Will you let me sleep next to you tonight?”

Once more he’d rendered me speechless. I nodded yes, and took his hand this time, leading him into the bedroom. His eyes were drooping sleepily already, so I took charge and undressed him, taking the same care he did with me. His body was relaxed now, and in the light I could see he’d wrapped his fingers in tape, which I removed gently. His fingers were scarred, probably from years of playing so energetically. I could imagine them bleeding and sore after a night of playing. I kissed each fingertip, the way you would kiss a child’s hurt. He sighed and my heart swelled.

Once I had him undressed, I removed my towel and lay down in the bed, taking his hand to pull him down next to me. His body wrapped around mine, fitting easily and perfectly against me. He sighed once more and I felt his body go limp, exhaustion setting in and sending him off to a deep sleep.

I lay there for a little while, watching him. His face was softer in sleep, more like a little boy’s than a man’s. His lips were opened slightly, and occasionally a light moan would escape. He held me lightly but tightly enough to feel me at all times. Before long I too settled my face into the curve of his shoulder and slept peacefully.

Sometime, not long before dawn, we came to each other again, slowly, easily. He was gentle this time but it was almost more powerful than the first time. He sighed my name and held me close, telling me how beautiful I was. After, we slept again, sated and for me, feeling safe.

I woke the next day late, very late, to blinding sunlight. Brett was gone, the part of the bed where he’d slept cold. My heart felt heavy but I tried to keep in mind that it was what it had been. A one night stand that had been magnificent and beautiful and sweet, but nothing more. We weren’t lovers, didn’t know anything about each other aside from our first names and what our bodies wanted from each other. I told myself that it would have to be enough. But, I doubted that I’d ever find another man like him, or one that could move me so easily with a few tender words and touches.

I rose, took a shower and packed. I didn’t look back when I left. I felt sad and somewhat lost but I refused to let it get to me. I was here to have a vacation and relax and that was exactly what I was going to do. But first, I was going back to El Dorado to check back into my pretty little farmhouse room.

Being from Ireland, my impressions of things are slightly different from the American view. Even simple things are still magical to me. I still believe in faeries and leprechauns are just as mischievous here as they are at home. I believe in destiny and hope. As I drove out of Wichita that day, I decided that if I had been destined to be more to Brett than just a one night stand then he would have left a note, a phone number, stayed until I woke. It was an incredible night and one I would never forget, but that’s all it was. Just one night of great sex with a man I’d never see again. Or would I?