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I have some more ideas in mind for this story but they may take me a bit longer between posts to get them down as I am trying to put a slightly different slant on this story.
FSOG belongs to E. . Bless for giving us all inspiration
Chapter 26.
Enjoyable flight in Charlie Tango Check.
Lovely dinner provided by Gail Check.
Pleasant dinner conversation Check.
Nitty gritty conversation deep breath here we go.
"Would you like another glass of wine?" Dutch courage for her or me?
"Thank you. Christian what are you looking so worried about?" she holds her glass out to me and I fill it.
"Ana-I You must know how attractive I find you in the short time since we met you have come to mean so much to me". Then I stop talking; I really didn't know what else to say to explain how I have spent my life.
Running my fingers through my hair looking at her; her eyes expectant waiting.
"Are you trying to ask me to go to bed with you Christian?" she had a little smile playing around her mouth the she bit her bottom lip.
Closing my eyes I sigh. Standing up I push my chair back from the table.
"Let's go and sit on the couch. Do you want coffee" That's right Grey be the perfect host. Delaying tactics? No not me, much!
"No thanks. That was a lovely dinner; please tell Mrs. Jones how much I enjoyed it."
If all goes well, you can tell her yourself tomorrow.
"So pleased you enjoyed it."
We settle ourselves on the couch and I turn to face her.
"To answer your question, yes I'm asking you to come to bed with me. In fact there's nothing I would like better. But…" I pause.
"Oh for goodness sake, Christian spit it out!"
"Ok, Ok. It's - I have a problem…" her eyebrows shoot into her forehead.
"What sort of problem?" she eyes me speculatively," you haven't got an STD have you?"
"Of course not. You wouldn't be here if I had. No; my problem is; I have an issue with being touched. It's a long standing psychological problem stemming back to my childhood. Over the years since I was a teen I found a coping method that may not be agreeable to you. And I don't want to scare you away from me … it's so difficult for me to ask you" I end up telling her all in a rush of words that will most likely mean nothing to her.
We stare at each other for a long time. I can see her thinking trying to work it out in her head, with a little frown between her brows. I think I have stopped breathing altogether. My heart is pounding trying to escape from my chest and there is a possibility that Mrs. Jones's excellent salmon and asparagus will end up down the toilet.
She gives her head a little shake and whispers, "How have you coped? I take it you haven't been celibate"
I almost laugh, "No Anastasia; far from it. Look the relationships I have had have been centred on a form of BDSM. Do you know what that is?"
Now she looks terrified. She pales, and then blushes scarlet. She stands and very determinedly "If you think for one moment you are going to beat me to get your kicks Christian Grey you have another think coming."
I stand up in front of her and put my hands on her shoulders forcing her to look at me.
"I'm sorry I'm not explaining myself very well. Just listen to me please."
She looks close tears now.
"Please, give me a chance to clarify what I mean." I beg, "I promise I am not going to hurt you."
"You had better be very clear what your intensions are or I'm out of here!"
"I will, please sit, let me get us a drink then I'll tell you about my kinky sex habits" I try with a little smile.
"Fine. I'll have a brandy I think I might need it." she shrugs my hands off her shoulders and returns to the couch, folding her arms and crossing her legs sitting very up right.
Well at least she is prepared to hear me out. I get us both a snifter of brandy; then sit on the couch not close enough to touch her.
She listens to me intently as I explain how I got into the scene in the first place. How I could control how I was touched by using some bondage. That I had never enjoyed hurting my partners-I deliberately left out the word some sensual spanking had been pleasurable.
And as I talk her breathing changes her pupils dilate she squeezes her thighs closer together an a little flush comes to her cheeks.
I told her that I'd never had a proper relationship just short term agreements through the agency just to get some sort of physical contact to give me relief.
" But with you I feel there is a connection; that there's something about you that makes it difficult to leave you alone; to let you go"
There is another long silence between us as she contemplates what I have said. That little frown on her forehead and she chews at her bottom lip. Which almost makes me groan as it stirs my libido.
I can't stand it any longer, "Say something" I say quietly.
"So that is why you held my hands when you kissed me? So I couldn't touch you?"
"Yes."
She considers again, "Where can I touch you?"
"My arms, shoulders, and my head and…." I give her a lascivious grin, "Any where below my rib cage."
She glowers at me "Your torso is a no go area?"
"Yes"
"Will you tell me why?"
"I did tell you it stems from my early childhood. Ana I'm fucked up there's no doubt about it but my folks have been marvellous, got me the best therapists they could but the mental scars still remain. They are the only people I trust, so I am able to let them touch me, you know give me a hug, but even them it has to be brief turns and that's all I can tolerate". I'm running my hands through my hair again I don't want to tell her about the burns and the beatings I think she doesn't need to know all that shit.
A look of sorrow crosses her lovely face. She unfolds her arms and legs and shifts nearer to me. She so gently puts her hand to my cheek and brings her face closer to mine then she kisses me oh so softly and I'm a goner. I pull her closer into my arms and return the pleasure. Her hands hold my head and the kiss deepens and becomes more intense; I'm pushing her back onto the couch, my hand exploring, her soft body as she relaxes underneath me, I'm kissing her neck, her throat and down, one hand gently cupping her breast while my other slides down her waist over her hip, down her thigh. I run my thumb over the nipple and I feel it harden under the material of her blouse and bra.
Her body is leaning into me her hand slides across my shoulder and down my arm to my wrist; then she lets go and her hand continues it's journey around my waist and I can feel myself tensing up waiting for the pain to stab me but feeling my tension she moves her hand further down and round until she has her hand on my ass; that's better.
Suddenly she breaks away from my kiss panting her face flushed. Her eyes shining with need.
"Take me to bed" she whispers.
Yes ma'am, who am I to argue?
I break away from her and pick her up as I stand and carry her to my bedroom.
I lower her gently down onto the bed, sitting her on the edge, I kneel in front of her and take her face into my hands and kiss her. She responds by curling her finger in my hair. Holding onto the kiss I start to unbutton her blouse, I slipped my hands inside. and over her shoulders pushing the blouse off and down her arms. I pull back from kissing her to gently cup her breasts, beautifully enveloped in a white lacy bra. I can see the contrasting shadows of her aereola and nipples through the lace. I lead my head forward and run my tongue around the nipples teasing them as they become hardened. She is pulling on my hair and moaning her breathing erratic as she becomes more aroused. Slipping my hand around her back I unfasten the bra and she lowers her arms letting it fall off her. I hold her shoulders to help her stand in front of me; I gently stroke down her back feeling her silky skin. Finding the fastening of her skirt it pools at her feet: God she's lovely, standing there in front of me dressed in lacy briefs and high stiletto heeled shoes.
"Do you know how lovely you are Ana?" I can hardly speak my throat feels constricted. She blushes rose pink and squirms looking down and away from me. I catch her chin on my finger and lift her face looking directly into her eyes with the pupils so dilated there is only a small rim of blue showing.
"Don't look away from me sweetheart; don't ever be embarrassed in front of me because you are beautiful."
I lower her down and onto the bed, her hair fanned out on the pillow. The divest myself of shoes, socks and pants. I hope she understand why I haven't taken my shirt off. I lay beside her my arm around her waist as I pull her nearer to me. I kiss her.
She is like a deer in headlights I can see she is nervous as well as excited. Her lips slightly parted as she pants.
But there is house keeping to do before we go any further.
"Are you sure you want us to do this Ana? We can cool things off and just make out if you are not sure about me." Though it would kill me
"Of course I'm sure," she answers breathily, "we would be here if I weren't"
Thank you Thank you.
I tuck her hair behind her ear teasing the lobe
"Are you on the pill Ana?"
She shakes her head and that surprises me. I roll off the bed and go into my bathroom where I keep a supply of condoms. I hate these things they take all the spontaneity out of things. Well we'll talk about that later, much later, perhaps a packet of condoms later.
I slide back onto the bed and pull her closer to me.
"Can I put my arms around you over your shirt?" whispers Ana her fingers running down my arm.
"If you can avoid the middle of my back I should be Ok" I pull her arm around my waist and hold her closely cupping her breast and teasing her nipple with my thumb. She eases herself on to her back to give me easier access; her hand trailing down my belly. Soon we are touching and kissing and nibbling each other. My hand finds its way into her panties and into the moist, warm smoothness of her core. My finger gently massaging that little hot spot. I kneel up and ease the panties down kissing her long legs as I go; down one leg and up the other and back to touch warm slinky sex.
My cock is groaning as it forces itself trying to get free of my boxers, she is flexing her hips towards me her leg pulling me closer she nibbles my ear and her hand is inside my boxers squeezing my butt, the she is pushing them off me. I shift her body so that she is under me and having disposed of my boxers I'm kneeling between her legs sheathing up.
"Last chance to bail" I mutter but she flexes her hips to me as she pushes her hands down on my butt.
"I should tell you," she breaths into my ear as I enter her, "I am/ was a virgin." then she sucks in air as I penetrate ripping through the resisting membrane that was her hymen. Holy, fuck!
I freeze in shock look down at her wide eyed "What?" I exclaim it's all I can think of. And poor dick retreats in fear
She gives me the widest brightest smile "Don't stop I wanted it to be you, please don't stop" as she realises that she has, for the first time ever caused a malfunction.
But she starts to kiss me her tongue exploring my mouth, one hand in my hair the other gently stroking my butt cheeks. Responding to the kissing and gentle nips and touches, my hand finding her breast and her nipples, things are on the move again, thank fuck because thanks to her coitus interruptus my balls are aching for want of release.
So I put the thought out of my head and just let my self feel, feel her tight velvety smoothness soothing and caressing my cock as I ride in and out. I can feel her walls squeezing me, her legs latch themselves around my hips allowing me to go deep inside her and as I feel her reaching her release, I feel such a surge of emotion in my chest, like I want to cry. We climax together each shouting the others name.