Not Exactly What He Had in Mind! 14

Not Exactly What He Had in Mind! Ch. 14

by Sextified

©2008

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Linda is on her way to the hideaway her oldest friend has chosen for her. Deep in her heart she knows that she will not be satisfied unless he fucks her senseless.

The troubled young woman's memory of the last few days is a bit scattered to say the least.

That fucking her best friend will destroy her marriage... and the new life she has fought so hard for... doesn't bother her in the least!

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Her body crippled by days without rest, and still tortured by the image of her husband betraying her at the one other place she had felt safe, she was in no shape for a 'limited' sexual encounter with anyone.

Meanwhile her oldest friend struggles to clear his mind for the task ahead, and to stay awake long enough to complete his long drive.

He has never denied that he wants the woman sleeping in his passenger seat. That there is one more long buried secret soon to come out... that MUST come out... scares him to death.

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Please keep what should be a fantasy as just a fantasy. Exploring beyond safe limits in real life is fraught with real danger and real consequences. Respect the preset limits of others and make them respect your stated boundaries as well.

ALWAYS play safe!

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Her hand frantically grasped at mine.

My heart broke. I had so hoped that she would have stuck to English. No telling what was going on inside her head right now.

I was stung by that but somehow managed to not let it show. When I turned off the car, I carefully left the parking lights on, in the prearranged signal I had hoped not to have to use.

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Linda blinked at the hooded figure and at the almost perfect Japanese it had spoken.

Finally she said,

The two figure exchanged bows, with the servants obviously much lower in response to his station. I only nodded my head slightly and we both followed the slightly bent figure down the darkened hallways.

Even in the dim light, from the open door of the room at the end of this last hall, we could see how expensive the furnishings and surfaces were.

Vacant this wing may have been just a few hours ago, but it was nevertheless exquisitely beautiful.

Our guide entered the room first and placed the bag carefully on the floor. Linda's gasp in delight as she rounded the corner first pleased me, and worried me a bit too. She excitedly went from object to object within the room and totally forgot about me and our guide. She shed Emma's cloak quickly as she got near the newly laid fire.

Her costume dazzled my eyes in the fierce light. I wasn't the only one affected by it.

When her first hurried circuit was complete she returned to me and buried her face into my chest. After the fierce hug she let out a loud exclamation.

With Linda's gaze now turned from him, the servant's hood was finally lowered and his pale blue eyes looked up at my tired gray ones. His lined face showed his long years of life, and the wisdom he had so painfully learned.

I did my best to challenge him with my eyes and was rewarded with a single reluctant nod. I refused to release his eyes... and finally... sadly... he nodded once more. I cocked my head and looked around the room, my eyes finally resting on the low Japanese bed. When I turned to stare back at him, his face grew stern for a moment.

Linda murmured some more muffled Japanese phrases into my suit jacket that shook him. I dropped all of my guards and pleaded with him for his true opinion. As Linda continued to hug me and whisper, he placed one hand on my shoulder in support and backed a step away.

At least Bertram, my aunt's wonderfully competent butler, had agreed with me.

If he had refused to give his permission, I would have had to abandoned all that I had planned. And believe me, most of me desperately wanted to.

Bertram, who had been such a fixture in my grandfather's household, knew us both very well. He would also make sure that my Aunt was well informed when she arrived. Hopefully that would be very soon, but I wasn't counting on it.

The horrific weather that had delayed my return, almost to the point of tragedy, might delay them even more.

With a last pitying look at the beautiful woman in my arms, he raised his hood back up and backed out of the room. With the door to the elegant hall way closed, I felt both warmer and more scared. Taking my shivers to be from cold, Linda stirred into action.

I allowed myself to be pushed towards the fire and was startled when she started removing my jacket. I allowed that, but when she started on my shirt buttons, I gently grabbed her hands. I tugged her downwards and we both sat, or rather kneeled, near the hearth.

The tone in my voice must have warned her. Her deep blue eyes searched mine desperately. She even peered at me while moving her head from side to side. Her raven dark hair, still held in place by the priceless hairpins with their hidden blades, swayed just a little.

I struggled to give nothing away about what I knew would have to happen.

Linda shuddered a bit, then fingered both of the hairpins atop of her head.

Linda shuddered again and looked at my eyes desperately for some clue to what was coming. For once in my life, I held a perfect poker face just long enough, barely. She seemed to be struggling with something. I had a glimmer of what it might be when she dropped her guard for just a moment.

A piece that had been missing suddenly clicked into place for me.

I had never heard a statement... given so beautifully in Japanese before in my life... or been so frightened by one either.

Linda's eyes flashed for just a moment before they quickly softened. She looked so much like Miyoko... both the one I knew and had loved so damn much... and the one in family portraits I had seen, that I almost relented.

I nodded my head once and gave the smallest sigh I possible could. My switch to back English was deliberate and abrupt.

"I have been in this suit for the last 48 hours. I wish to get out of it and into a robe as quickly as possible. If it will not offend you, I would like a small bath before the fire as well."

Miyoko's eyes lit up in joy, perhaps I wasn't going to be such a stick in the mud after all!

But as the slender dancer moved away, Linda looked back at me with a slight frown. I held my gaze until she dropped hers. When our eyes were no longer locked together, I could tell that Miyoko had taken back over.

The suite here had an attached bathroom and a private study. The traditional japanese bed was nearby me against the low wall of windows looking out onto a private courtyard. The entrance to the garden space could be gained from the study.

I also knew the garden had two other gates.

Even in winter it was a lush, beautiful space, with many benches and recessed seating areas.

I wished Linda had come here to visit in the spring or summer... and under much better circumstances.

I could hear the water running in the bathroom and Miyoko rummaging around looking for what she needed to give me a sponge bath. This was not the best idea, but if she was going to be able to obey me, I needed to know now.

While she was still dressed herself.

The promises she had made, about when that corset finally came off, I knew she fully intended to keep.

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I felt a warm gentle kiss on the top of my forehead and she moved around behind me. Her arms felt wonderful as they reached around me and began to unbutton my shirt. Her breasts couldn't help but poke into my back.

Her amazing nipples felt hard and warm through the thin silk cloth.

When her hands fumbled a bit with my cuff links, I allowed her to move them behind me slightly.

It was a bit more of a submissive gesture than I was used to... in real life.

Finally the last barrier was gone and I felt her slide the horribly expensive tailored shirt off of my shoulders. She must have been concentrating on clearing my hands from the cuffs because when she straightened back up she gasped.

The staff blows and missed blocks hadn't just been on my poor forearms and elbows.

Somehow Miyoko/Linda kept on going and carefully placed my shirt and cuff links on a bench behind us.

Her hand gently traced the worst of the bruises on my back and then urged me to stand up. It felt funny having a woman undo my belt buckle, but she was good at it, even at this odd angle. In a few moments my suit pants slid down my legs and she helped me step out of them.

I heard them being folded and not a single item within the pockets made a noise or fell out onto the floor.

I felt her warm breath on the back of my legs as she knelt down to remove my socks. When only my underwear remained, her hands trembled a bit at the hem of my ugly white briefs.

I hated how thin the material of the suit was, so I had drawn the line at either the european cut men's underwear or the roomier boxers most men seemed to prefer. Suddenly her hands made up their mind and she hooked her thumbs in and slowly pulled them down.

When they got stuck, obviously hung up on my stiffening cock, she froze. Eventually she tugged harder and that just made matters worse. The harder she pulled... the more resistance my cock had to fight against... and the stiffer it grew.

Finally she gingerly reached around with both hands, almost hugging her breasts to me, and cleared my excited member of the two sizes too small briefs. The slapping sound as my cock hit my stomach startled her, badly.

Just the tip of her right hand had also accidentally brushed against the hot flesh. A slight moan escaped her lips. Finally free, she nevertheless held my thighs tight in a hug for as long as she dared. My gentle cough reminded her to get on with it. Reluctantly, she lowered the worn cloth low enough that I could step out of it.

"I can't believe you'd wear a suit like that, and put these ratty old things on underneath it!"

I smiled at her humor and breathed a sigh of relief at her use of English. "I might have to wear monkey suits like this on these trips, but she never said what I had to wear elsewhere. What she doesn't know won't hurt her. If you squeal on me, you won't like what I come up with in revenge! Not one bit!"

She giggled a bit and tried to pull me down again. The traditional wrap for my privates was right there. I resisted before she finally spoke again.

"I'm going to see all of you eventually. I do need to know how badly your hurt everywhere, sometime. It might as well be now. I've seen you naked before, anyway."

I must have blushed all over. "That was a long time ago... and I wasn't the one doing the peeking. I had no idea you'd even fit into that air duct! If I'd told your parents, or my Aunt and Uncle, you would have been in sooo much trouble!"

"I'm not the only one whose seen you naked though!"

I started to turn around to look at her in shock when both of her hands locked my head in place.

"Shhhhhh. You never knew the other times I was in there. The reason I made so much noise in the duct that time was because you were walking towards your closet. I only let you catch me because I was protecting them! Never mind who! Just relax and let me do what you asked of me!"

I was shocked but somehow relaxed back into her hands as she began rubbing a light soapy oil into my tired shoulders. The light and warmth from the fire allowed both of us to relax for a bit. When her left pushed my head forward a bit I relaxed even more and rounded my shoulders forward.

Her hands were soft and very skilled. Even on my worst bruises she was able to apply just the right amount of pressure. She worked her way back up my sides to my shoulders and then down my arms. She even managed to stretch and pull my fingers a bit. My hands always took the brunt of any tension I'd get.

I was a bit startled to feel both of her knees, still clad in those black leather boots, touch my toes and my naked ass that rested upon them. Her slick hands suddenly grabbed each of my wrists in a tight grip.

I tensed my shoulders involuntarily and was shocked to feel a tender kiss right on the center of my spine.

"Let go. Let me do this, I know it will feel good. Trust me. Please?"

Not knowing what she was up to, I reluctantly did so. She slowly increased her grip strength and then leaned back, pulling my arms with her. She used her own weight and considerable leverage to stretch my too tight muscles out.

"Lean forward. Just a bit. Ok?"

I complied and was surprised at how far my arms could go without feeling pain. The airport lobby chairs and the standby plane seats I had been trapped in hadn't helped my body heal any.

Slowly, she leaned back even further and pulled a bit harder on my left arm. The loud pop scared her, but not me. Bravely she reversed her pressure and pulled again.

When that side also popped, she returned to equal pressure. She slowly pulled me back upright into my kneeling position.

"I told you. Maybe now you'll start to trust me, hmmmmm?"

I kept my mouth shut. That had felt wonderful, but I knew I could never completely let down my guard. Not tonight, if ever.

Linda urged me to stand up so she could do my legs.

It felt odd letting her rub my butt, but she made no attempt to reach around or spread my cheeks. When she worked her magic down on the backs of my too strong thighs and tired calves, I found it hard to stand up straight. She got a little bit handsy on the inside of each thigh.

I felt my cock jerk a bit every time the tops of her hands would touch my balls.

Feeling me start to intake a breath to protest, she cut me off, "I can do that spot now, like this, or wait until I turn you around. What's it going to be?"

I kept my mouth shut.

Taking that as an agreement, she suddenly got very busy in places that made me most uncomfortable.

But soon she was done and was urging me to kneel in place again.

I could hear her washing her hands off and then those incredible boots click on the warm hearthstones as she started to walk around me. She stopped before she could see everything I had on reluctant display.

"Maybe you should turn around so we don't scorch your right side too much, ok?

I complied and found myself kneeling and facing the window this time. She resumed her original spot and started again with a kiss on my forehead. I had to look out the window to keep from looking at her eyes. She was all business though, determined to give this side just as good of a rubdown as the first.

I eventually relaxed and closed my eyes, so I was a bit startled when she spoke again.

"Did you have to let them beat you up so badly this time! My god, I'm surprised you didn't have to go to the hospital. Just how many matches did you have?"

"Sixteen."

Linda's hands stopped on my stomach.

"Your kidding, right? You've only ever done two matches per trip, at the most before. Why would they do that. Revenge?"

"No. It was a favor. Four different days... each a week apart... at four different dojo's... for four different teachers... with four of their best younger students. Not one of the students got to see me fight before hand. Very private matches. I was a test. Someone trained in their style, who knew all of their moves by heart, but didn't fight that way at all. It wasn't very fair."

"I'll say! Just look at this! I'm so sorry that I dragged you into this tonight. I wouldn't have if I had known you were in this bad of shape."

"Yes, your sorry, but you would have made me come in any way. I'd have been mad at you if you hadn't, even furious, so don't think about it anymore. I was saying I meant it wasn't very fair to them. I got angry a few times, but I didn't lose control. They all dismissed me at first as some kind of a freak. Most of them didn't know I understood Japanese. So the ones that showed no respect at all... look a lot worse than I do. The ones who figured it out, most of them actually, finally took it for the unique opportunity it was."

"And the one who refused to admit you were better... "

"He did most of this... and probably isn't walking upright yet. I thought m-my s-sensei would have s-stopped it. Then I hoped for opponent's master to call a halt to it. Eventually, I stopped fighting and just defended. That made it even worse. When he still kept coming... and I got the two deepest bruises on my back and left elbow... I knocked him out."

"Weren't they mad at you for doing that?"

"No. His sensei reprimanded me for not doing it earlier."

"B-but th-that's not fair! What they did to you when you were younger w-was... "

"Hush! That was over a long time ago! And it WAS different. What I did back then was totally wrong. We shouldn't have been doing full contact work without supervision. This was sanctioned... and we had referees, spotters... and even seconds present. Not to mention both of our teachers... even if I was only his failed and disgraced former student."

Linda's hands started moving again but she kept silent. When she urged me to stand up I didn't move. A slight pinch at a nerve point on my knee got me up in a hurry. My cock bounced rather obscenely and stood straight out.

"Never should have showed you that move either. My collar bone still hurts from tonight!"

"Those huge red spots were mine? I don't remember doing that! I could have broken it! You're kidding, right? Please say you're kidding!"

The frantic tone in her voice almost made me consider lying. But I knew she would catch me at it, and that would just make things much worse.

The fact that she was actually looking up, and around my cock, at my eyes finally convinced me. She really had no memory of holding me frozen in place with the grip I had taught her as a child.

"It's ok. It doesn't hurt that much. You don't have the strength to break it anyway. Not unless you just hauled off and hit me there... and got lucky, too. Don't worry about it. Ok? If you had been really hurting me, I could have broken your grip, right?"

Frantic blue eyes looked up at mine. I was shocked when she wrapped her arms around both my thighs and hugged me. Her head was turned away from the fireplace, but her kneeling height kept her face right at my groin.

Her fire warmed right cheek was right on top of my naked cock.

The situation was eerily like the dance she had given me earlier. When my cock began to respond this time, there was nothing between us. No suit. No underwear.

Slowly it started to grow... and even trapped against her face... it managed to slip bit by bit further up my stomach.

Linda didn't even seem to notice.

When she pulled away it sprang upright out of the way.

"Which one of my doppelgangers did that to you? I want to know. Now!"

"Shsssssssh! You have a job to do first! We can talk about this later. Believe me, I deserved it. I'm not really hurt. Do you see ANY other recent mark on me? No? Well let's forget about it for now! Ok?"

The look on my face was as stern as I could make it, but it didn't last. I got the giggles first and she did a second later. Every time I had spoken my cock had shook itself at her face like a teacher wagging his finger at a stubborn student.

What Linda did next shocked me.

She stilled my waving lower digit with her slick hands and kissed it right on the end of my shaft.

After I didn't move... or freak out... she kissed her way lower and lower. When she reached my balls my legs began to tremble. She kissed her way back up and then even gave my head the tiniest of licks.

When her lips opened wide to take in the flaring helmet, I quickly pulled her head away by her hair.

We just stared at each other for a very long time.

"You're still determined to resist me tonight, aren't you? I won't have that! You deserve something for what all you've risked. Tonight and in the past. I'm an adult. I may be married to a cheating son of a bitch, but I can and will make my own choices tonight."

"So will I! So will I! Damn you! Just finish what I asked you to do. We WILL talk about this, later. And don't you dare go back to using Japanese! English for the rest of the night. Ok?"

Linda boldly gripped my throbbing shaft in both hands and said, "I will have this! All of this! Somewhere in my body tonight! You try to cheat me of that... and I swear... I will cut it off!"

The moment those words escaped her lips she froze.

Instantly her head banged on the floor in a full prostrated pose.

One of the tips of her jade handled hairpins scratched part of its hurried way down my left thigh. Frantic murmurings in Japanese flew from her lips so fast I couldn't even begin to make out what she said.

Knowing that words were useless I just reached down and bodily picked her up by her shoulders. Once freed from her kneeling position, she frantically threw her arms around my chest and gripped me hard in a bear hug. Her tiny arms barely allowed her to able to clench her slick fingers together.

She shook... and shook... and then started sobbing uncontrollably.

Maybe she was still more drunk than I thought?

I kissed the top of her head, over and over, from her forehead to the crown. I carefully matched the pressure of her hug exactly. When a break in her sobbing occurred I kept my lips on her head and gave her as hard as a hug as I dared.

She expected me to let her go after a minute. I didn't.

I spread my arms and hands wide across her back and picked her up off the floor.

When I increased the pressure even more, I heard a few pops from her upper and lower back.

She was able to breathe, but just barely.

Another minute went by. Her trembling finally stopped. When I eventually got the response I was waiting for, that limp rag doll slump, I gently lowered her feet back down to the floor. Once she was supporting her full weight again, I started releasing her.

After a particularly loud sniffle, I separated us just by a few inches.

"You didn't mean that. Just finish what you started... the bath that is... and we will move on and forget it. Ok?"

All I got was a brief nod.

I almost gave a sigh when she knelt down and reached for the bowl with the soapy oil-like liquid again.

She was tentative at first, but quickly resumed rubbing in the oil as hard as she dared.

"How in the world you can have thighs this strong... and be so skinny everywhere else... is beyond me. Well, this thing isn't so skinny, and even I can see at least he still likes me."

With that comment, Linda caressed and fondled my cock and balls, just enough to coat them properly. It got stiff as a board when she let her right index finger probe a bit lower. Before I could protest... or even moan for more of that kind of attention... it quickly withdrew.

She wiped off her hands on one of the small towels and then urged me to turn around. I was kinda glad for several reasons. One I was getting a bit over cooked on my left side and still a bit chilled on my right. I was actually looking forward to getting rinsed off.

And my cock was finally hidden from view of the any potential viewers. I liked being nude, but not where I could be seen by anyone but the person I was with.

That large bank of windows made me extremely nervous, even in this temporarily empty household.

I couldn't imagine the seventy year old Bertram dispensing with his life long sense of English propriety... or someone else scaling the two walls necessary to gain entrance to the private connecting gardens from the outside. Especially not in this weather.

I liked looking at nude women... and even couples, if I was being totally honest... but had no desire to be observed myself.

If I had a better body... maybe I would feel differently about it... but I'd doubted that.

I was brought out of my hypothetical exposure phobia by the first spongeful of hot water on my right shoulder.

Linda had recovered and was releasing water from the sponge held in her right hand. She was catching most of it with the sponge scrubbing in her left hand. What little liquid escaped was quickly soaked up into the rush matts below.

The large half circle of stones beneath us wouldn't get hurt either way.

Linda's hands felt wonderful.

Soft, quick, thorough.

I relaxed totally and actually swayed a bit back and forth in response to her movements. When she was on her knees again, I was shocked at how comfortable she was cleaning me. It wasn't sexual at all, but it did feel damn good.

She even stretched and pulled my cock from behind. The moment I started thrusting a bit back and forth, involuntarily, she switched her grip and finished up.

This time she rinsed out her sponges and stood up before prodding me in my ribs to get me to turn around.

I was grateful there wouldn't be another immediate close encounter.

The slightly angled glass of the outside windows provided me with no reflection, for which I was very relieved. I didn't trust what expression I would find on my face there.

Her eyes were properly downcast as she efficiently went about her task. She did linger awhile at the two angry red marks just left of center on my collar bone. She started to speak but thought better of it.

When she kneeled down to do my lower body she just pressed one of her sponges directly on top off my cock. The warm water, still almost too hot somehow, felt wonderful. Even my balls relaxed a bit and extended downwards, as little as they ever got.

She quickly finished my legs, paying special attention to my feet. I felt a bit like a prized stallion getting his feet checked by a female farrier, as I lifted each one of them up for her.

Thinking I was almost out of the woods, I was startled to feel the sponge return to my cock. It lifted up everything and scrubbed vigorously. I heard a small splash. The scrubbing continued with even more of a sexual rhythm to it. My cock did what was natural to such provocation.

I was about to protest when felt her left hand clutch the nerve cluster of my right knee.

She kept it up a moment longer and then tossed the last sponge into the bowl.

She used her naked hand on my cock and even pushed my hips around at an angle to the fire. When I was almost facing the fire straight on, she resumed the kisses she had given me earlier. Her left hand tightened up almost to the point of causing pain on right knee.

This time she took each ball into her mouth and ran her tongue around it gently. She went back and forth on each one half a dozen times. She pulled off and stared directly at my cock and balls. This time she did speak.

"Why do you shave, completely?"

"Because I like to. I did it before I got married, but stopped. I did get her to let me shave her, once, and then did myself while she watched. She liked it. But she never would shave for me again, or even let me do her a second time, so I stopped too. She liked the way I smelled down there... and didn't like me to be bare... even if she rarely went down on me."

"She knew you preferred her shaved, and wouldn't? And then kept you from doing what you liked? Stupid woman. But then, I always hated her anyway, for more than the obvious reasons. She didn't like you going down on her either, did she?"

"You know she didn't! We've already talked about this. You're stalling. Say what's on your mind!"

"This isn't as big as it gets, is it? Or as hard."

"No."

"How do I get it bigger?"

I didn't answer.

"This is already as big as my husband's... at the moment. What I felt in the VIP room was way bigger than this. Damn you! How big does it get? I need to know! Please?"

I didn't answer... and concentrated as hard as I could. It took a minute, but it worked.

"NO!"

Frantically she began rubbing and stroking my cock trying to keep it from wilting entirely. It was still hard enough though that when she slipped the tip of it in her mouth I felt a serious twinge of regret. Enough of that! I gently backed my hips away from her, while I held her shoulders in place.

I knelt down quickly to get on her level, to try and prevent whatever she would do next. I just made it easier for her.

She tried jumping onto my lap and I was forced to use some of the strength I rarely showed. I just wrapped her upper body firmly in my arms and held her still. She responded by flexing her lower body somehow and wrapped her lower legs around my waist.

She fairly well tried to mount me right then and there. Only the fact her panties were still in place... and that my cock was plastered upright between us... kept that from happening.

I could feel how warm her back was getting from the fire. She shook with a deep need I understood perfectly. But she knew now I could... and would... resist her. Once we talked later, I might have a change of heart, but I doubted it.

Her silk clad clit still felt huge to me. She rode and pushed and jammed herself against me as hard as she could. She might have shaken a little bit, in a tiny orgasm, but I doubted it. I was sure that she hadn't had a big one though.

Her teeth sunk into my shoulder would have left marks if she had.

Finally it was over.

All she was doing now was to continue to hold on to me tightly and rock a bit back and forth. When even that stopped, I was glad. My cock was almost as large as it had been before she had attacked me... and even I had my limits.

She sniffed loudly and then said, "Ok. You win. What's next?"

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