Ellie Pt. 01

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. ALL CHARACTERS ARE LIKEWISE FICTITIOUS, AND OVER THE AGE OF 18. ALL SEXUAL ACTS ARE CONSENSUAL.

ELLIE PT 1

She sat on the sand watching small waves fold in on themselves as the tide retreated.   It was overcast and the gray hoodie covering her head kept her warm enough though she could feel her nose getting cold.   She sat with her knees hugged to her chest, chin resting upon them.   Thinking about not thinking. The distant noise from that morning's argument rather like the rhythmic slap of the water on the shore.   Predictable, persistent, pointless.   To her left the strip of boulders she'd climbed over, which seemed to her someone's idea of a jetty they'd given up on.   Soon the low tide would expose the last rocks.

There was a house some thirty yards behind her and she heard a sliding door open and close but did not turn to look.   In some moments a man came into her periphery but she did not turn to him nor he to her.   He walked to the shore where the tide had left driftwood and bent to pick it up.   When he turned back he angled toward her and she watched him approach. Lifted her chin from her knees.

Good morning.  

Good morning, she answered.

I should tell you that you're trespassing.   I don't really care but the houses out that way - he gestured to the distance behind him - are all private.   Some of the neighbors get touchy about it.   Best bet if you go that way is to stay at the water's edge.

Are you asking me to leave?

Not at all.   Stay as long as you like.   He turned to go.   Thank you, she called.

He hadn't gone far when he turned back.   I'm making breakfast if you're hungry.   When she didn't answer he turned again toward the house.   Tossed the driftwood into a side cellar.   Then went inside.

The coffee had just finished brewing and he was cracking two eggs into a bowl when she tapped on the sliding door.   She slid it open. Are you really offering breakfast, she asked.   She was hungry.

Of course.   Come in.   Coffee just finished.   He handed her a mug.   Tell me you're not a decaf person.

I'm not.

Good.   Help yourself.   I'm Eric by the way.   He reached into the fridge for two more eggs.   And please tell me you're not vegan.

Not remotely.  

Excellent.

I'm Ellie.

Pleasure.

She looked around at what she could see of his house.   The room she'd just come through. You set the table for two, she said.  Were you expecting I'd come up?

I always set it for two.   One never knows.   Pop the toast down?

I'm Keto.

He looked up at her.

Kidding.

At the table she asked whether he typically invited trespassers to breakfast.   Not usually, he said.

You must get a few though.

Some.  Usually they just keep walking and I don't care.   Now and then some overnight road people.

What do you do about them?

I take them some food in the morning and wish them well on their day's journey.   They get the message, usually.

She pondered that.   But you didn't ask me to leave.

No.   You were deep in thought and I wasn't about to interrupt.

She regarded him and changed the subject.   This is good jam.

Thank you.   I made it.   Side hustle.   They ate silently, looking at one another now and then.   He held her eyes, bluegreen, aware of the swell of her chest beneath her hoodie.   The way her dark hair hung over her breasts.   As if sensing his awareness she straightened her shoulders.   He held her gaze.

What do you do, she asked him.

This and that. I'm mostly retired.

You're young to be retired.

Got lucky with an IPO.   Dodged the crash.   Bought this place.   I do consulting sometimes, some writing, technical or otherwise.   Mostly writing. You?

Project Manager.   Software.   She took a bite of eggs.   I can leave after breakfast, she said, mouth full.

He smiled.   You don't have to.   I told you. Stay as long as you like.

He washed and she dried and set the dishes and cups in the rack.   I should go, she said.

Up to you.   You're pleasant company.

She lightly chewed her lower lip.   Show me around then?

He guided her back out the sliding door, allowing himself a glance at her ass.   Lovely slope and swell.  She wore her jeans well.  From the deck he explained that the strip of boulders marked that side of his lot and where the properties became private, down to the waterline.   They walked around to the cellar.

I keep my canning stuff and tools and firewood in there.   You might have noticed the wood stove.

Mm hmm.

Around to the front where a small grove of trees shielded most of the house from view and the sound of the road.   Through the front door, the small hardwood entryway, then back to the open kitchen.   Short tour, he said.

Down that way, she asked, indicating a short hallway.

My bedroom, bath.   And up there a loft where I work.   There are stairs from my bedroom.   More of a ladder really.

Wow.   Cool.

They went back to the living area and stood quietly, she gazing around, he looking at her.   I feel like you think like you need to entertain me.   I really should let you go now.

Up to you.

She looked at him.   You're a nice guy.

Thank you.

And if I may say - she paused - you hold my eyes better than most men.

He smiled.   That's what a gentleman does.

Gentleman.   Hmm.   Thought you guys were extinct.   Fossilized.

Sightings are rare, it is sadly true.   Us and the snow leopards.

She threw her shoulders back again, her eyes on his.

You're teasing now, he said.   Or testing, or both.

Maybe a little.   Mostly I want to know what you're thinking right now.

I'm thinking I would very much like to see you with your top off.

And that's gentlemanly, is it?

A gentleman may enjoy every form of beauty.

Watching his eyes she peeled off her hoodie and draped it over the chair.   Then did the same with the Vneck that clung to her.   And then with some timidity her bra.   Slowly exposing one breast, then the other. She draped her bra over the chair. Then looked back at hm to find his gaze had not wavered.

Well, she asked.

I'm going to break eye contact now, Ellie.

So I should hope.   I've gone to some trouble here, Eric.

His gaze slowly slid over her jaw, her neck, shoulders, the expanse of chest that rose into full beautiful breasts perfectly proportioned to her body, by no means enormous but prominent, round,   undoubtedly soft.   He closed his eyes and then looked again into her eyes.   Beautiful he said.   Gorgeous.

She cocked her head, hands on her hips.   And what gentlemanly thoughts are you thinking now?

He stepped to her and hooked his fingers in the loops of her jeans.   Pulled her closer.   I'm thinking that if I don't get to taste you it will be one of the great missed opportunities of my life.   He leaned in and kissed her lips softly, then her neck, a bare shoulder.   A bare breast and nipple.   She clutched the back of his head a moment, then took hold of his chin and raised his face to hers.

And if you think for a moment that's the only taste I meant, Eric said, think again.   He kissed her again, arms around her bare waist.

Lead on then, she whispered.   Or on second thought, I will.   She took his hand and pulled him toward the bedroom.   She unbuttoned his shirt, then each went to work on the other's pants buttons, sliding over hips until he stood in briefs, she in plain white panties.   He held her eyes.   She gazed at the bulge forming in his briefs.

My.   Someone appears anxious to meet me.

He is, to be sure.   But first things first.

He gently pressed her backwards toward the bed until she sat on its edge.   Then reached behind her knees and raised her legs.   She leaned onto her elbows and he slid his hands beneath her ass and slid off her panties.   She pressed her knees together but the look on her face sent a different message.  

Now now, he said, don't tease, and he slowly pushed her knees apart.

The pussy he beheld was neatly trimmed, pink, and working its way into a pout.   Maybe a glisten, or perhaps that was a trick of light. He again reached for her knees and lifted her legs, slid his hands to her ankles and raised them high.   Then he knelt and let her legs drape over his shoulders.

She sighed as his warm, wet lips glanced here and there on her left inner thigh.   Then her right.   Small licks as he slowly approached her pussy.   She felt his breath on her swelling lips.   He took in her scent, savored it.   More soft, lingering licks and kisses.   She pushed herself at his mouth.

What was that you said about no teasing, a slight plea in her voice.

In answer he took a long slow lick up her pussy lips, stopping just shy of her clit.   Then down, and slowly up again, and again, each lick slightly more assertive than the last.   Then with his thumbs he parted her pussy, slipped his tongue in deeply, and began to fuck her with it.

Oh god, she moaned as she felt his tongue wriggle inside her.   She clasped the back of his head and began to fuck his mouth.   Is it ok that I do that, she asked.

Mm-hmm, came his muffled reply.

She fucked his tongue and lips, felt his nose graze her clit, fucked faster, clenched his hair.   Please, my clit, she panted.   Please.   Then groaned deeply as she felt his lips cover it, his tongue flicking on it.

He slipped a finger inside her as he sucked.   Curled it and stroked her inside.   Fuck, she panted.   Oh fuck.

He withdrew his finger long enough to part her thighs as far as they would part, and resumed his mouth's onslaught of her pussy.   She was delicious, like wild blackberries after the rain.   He slipped in two fingers and fucked her with them as her hips bucked, and locked his lips on her clit.

Oh fuck.   Oh fuck.   Can I cum?

Mm-hmm.

Make me cum.   Please make me cum.   Her hips were trembling and her thighs tightened and she fucked his mouth and fingers hard and fast, rapid thrusts of her hips.

UNNGGGHH..... UNH UNH FUCK... OH FUCK I'M CUMMING she half groaned, half squealed.   He curled his fingers again, stroking her, and found to his delight that it prolonged her orgasm.

Fuck.... FUCK she shouted as she came again.   Felt his tongue as he lapped at her frantically.

She subsided and at the last tremor he stood.   She drew her knees together and sat up on her elbows, her eyes dewy.   Watched him as he slid off his briefs, his cock springing up.   She looked at it with hunger.   Looked at him.

Are you going to fuck me?

With your kind permission, yes.   A pause.   You'll need to open those, he said, nodding at her knees.

Ellie slowly parted her legs again.   Wide, wider.   She was still at the edge of the bed so he met her there.   Parted her pussy with his thumbs and stroked it with the underside of his cock.   Then slipped its head in.   Then another inch.   And another.   Pulled back slightly then fed her more, gradually filling her.   She sighed.   Closed her eyes and groaned at a thrust and groaned again at the next.   Fuck me, she whimpered.   Fuck me.

He drew her ankles to his shoulders, took hold of her hips, and shoved the last of his cock into her.   Pulled back and shoved back in, harder.   And again, harder still.   Long, slow strokes that slammed into her.   She threw back her head and grunted with each thrust.

Faster.   Please.

He obliged and with shorter strokes filled her pussy with slam after slam of his cock.   Come up here, she whimpered, I want to feel your body on top of me.   He stopped long enough to let her scoot back farther on the bed, then slid his cock back into her, draped his chest over hers, and kissed her deeply as he began to fuck her again.

Unnnhhh.   God you feel good, he grunted.

Fuck me.   Fuck me, she whimpered, her hips bucking up at his as he slammed into her.   Hard.   Fuck me hard.

His cock found her spot and she let out a moan he had not yet heard, so he aimed at it again and again.   God yes there, she panted, eyes closed, her hips fucking up at him.   God I'm gonna... I'm gonna... fuck, faster fuck... OH FUCK she groaned as she came, her pussy clenching harder on his cock.   Fuck me... fuck me hard and cum in me.

He fucked her with long, deep strokes, fucked her hard and fast.   He could feel the lingering tremors in her pussy and he fucked harder still until at last his balls erupted.

FUCK... UNNGHHH... FUCK he groaned as he filled her with his cum.   He kissed her again, ravishing her mouth with his tongue, savoring her moans on it.   Then, more gently, they simply traded soft kisses.   At last he rolled off her and pulled her close.   She snuggled into him and they lay quiet a long time.   She stroked his chest.

How is it you're here, he asked at last.

In your bed?

No.   In the town.

My friends and I rented a place up the road.

Oh.   Do you suppose they wonder where you are?

You trying to get rid of me?

No.

They might.   They probably do.   She paused.   We had a big fight this morning.   So I went for a walk.

And here you are.

And here I am.

I'm sorry about the fight.   Can you fix it?   Sorry, I don't want to pry.

I can maybe fix it if I decide to.   Right now, I'm not sure.   Ellie propped herself on an elbow and looked at him.   Seriously, do you want me to go?

After that?   You can stay the next fifteen years. And a gentleman doesn't do the wham-bam. Stay as long as you like. Though it seems only courteous to remind you I'm an almost total stranger.

A nice one, I think.

Well.

Long minutes went by, her head resting on his chest. Then she reached and took his cock in her hand, still sticky with their mingled cum. How's he doing?

Never better.

She cupped his balls.   And these guys?

Preparing, I hope, for an extended workout.

You're correct.   She slid down and began to lick his cock.   Lick his balls.   Back to his cock.   Wake up, sleepyhead, she whispered, and it began to do so in her mouth.

Mmf. Mmmm mmmmmf. I love the way we taste, she said. She took more of him as he hardened, her tongue working on the underside as she bobbed and slathered his cock. Mmmf... mmmf fuck this is good.

You're amazing.

Mmmf. She opened her throat to take all of him, the velvet of her throat muscles so warm and tight on his cock. Her nose grazed his stomach and she bobbed rapidly on him. Then she came up for a quick breath.

Fuck, she said breathily.

Fuck indeed, he replied.

More? she asked.

Please. He cupped the back of her head though there was no need - her mouth took him quickly and she sucked the top half of him, moaning as she did.

She came up again. Fuck my mouth.

He cupped her head again, clenching her hair, and bucked his hips, holding her head in place as he fucked her warm mouth. Mmmf mmf mmf she groaned with his thrusts.

God you're amazing. Take it. Take it all, he said, and she throated him again as he fucked. She raised one leg and with her free hand reached for her pussy, stroking her clit. He too reached, easily slipping two fingers into her. Her hips rocked, fucking them, and she groaned on his cock. Fucked them faster, taking their length. Then She came up for another breath and took long licks of him. And then straddled him.

OK if I'm on top?

Of course.

You have a lovely cock.

You have a lovely everything, Eric answered, as she lowered herself onto him, burying him inside her.

God I need this, she gasped. I didn't know how badly.

Take him, he grunted. Use him. Make him yours.

I was hoping you'd say that, she sighed, and she began to ride him, slowly at first, rocking this way and that, acclimating to his cock. Aiming it at one spot inside her, then another. Then she fell into a steady rocking rhythm on him, hips undulating in perfect fluid wavelengths on his cock. He'd never seen anything as beautiful.

Unnhhh.... unnhh fuck that's good, she growled softly. I'm feeling greedy.

Be greedy.

She grabbed hold of his wrists and clamped them down on either side of his head. If you insist, she said. He looked at one wrist, then the other, then into her eyes.

I'm in bad trouble, aren't I?

You don't know the half of it mister, she answered, and resumed her rhythm on him, fucking faster, her pussy clenching his cock. He pushed back up into her and she matched each thrust, a smirk on her lips.

You're killing me, he said. And I think you're enjoying it.

She leaned in and smothered his mouth and nose with her left breast, always the more sensitive. Her hips rocked harder on him as his lips pinched her nipple, his groans muffled by her breast.

Unnnhhhh... UNNNNNHHH, her groans emanated from deep in her chest. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.

She sat upright on him and he freed his wrists, then took her hips in his hand and slammed her repeatedly onto his cock. She flexed her knees, panting, bouncing on him, and together they drove impalement after deep impalement.

He moved one hand to her underbelly and stroked her clit with his thumb. And that was that. NOW, she grunted. FUCK. FUCK OH FUUUCCCCKKKK I'M CUMMING, and so she did, her belly and thighs quivering and her pussy with a grip on his cock such as he had never felt before. He came, emptying his balls into her as she collapsed over him, hair draped over his face, both his hands on her ass, clasping her to him.

Oh fuck, she panted. She spasmed again. And again.

At last she rolled off of him onto her back, staring silently at the ceiling as he gazed at her. He rolled onto his side and stroked her hair.

Mmm. They were otherwise quiet a long time.

Do you hear that, she finally asked.

That buzzing? I assume that's your phone?

Probably. The girls, or one of them, wondering where I am. She looked over at him. I don't know if I want to go back though. I might just pack and go.

That bad?

Just totally unnecessary. She sighed. Anyway, my problem, not yours. She rolled and nestled into him. This has been nice.

You're welcome to stay.

Wouldn't they just love that.

Well not to spite them. But because you wanted to.

I know. She rolled onto her back again. I'm kind of in the middle of something with one of them. Which started the fight which the other two immediately jumped in on. I'm outnumbered. Again. Not your problem.

Have I told you the one about you're welcome to stay?

Her phone buzzed again in the next room. She looked at him and got out of bed and began to dress. He did the same. Come with me, she said. When she picked up her phone and saw 17 texts, not even a whiff of apology, she asked him to unlock his phone. She texted him. Ellie.

I don't know if I can really stay, but I'll let you know.

He hooked his fingers in the loops of her jeans. Kissed her lightly. Let me drive you up the road.

Ok.

They drove the couple of blocks in silence. He pulled into the driveway and she got out. The front door opened, faces looking at Ellie, looking at him. Ellie went inside and, with a last long glance from one of her companions, the door closed.

TO BE CONTINUED