Chapter 6
Shinji's first night in Misato's house passed fitfully. He awoke several different times, hearing noises to which he wasn't yet accustomed. He was also awakened by several strange dreams.
Once more he felt himself galloping through the streets, lithe and powerful. The moonlight felt warm and soft on his back. Shinji leaped into the air, feeling himself leave the pavement far below him. When he landed, the dream changed.
Shinji landed in a swimming pool, not unlike the one in Misato's backyard. However, instead of being buoyed back up to the surface, Shinji felt something hold him under the surface. Shinji started to panic. He thrashed and fought, trying desperately to get to the surface. No matter how hard he fought, however, he was unable to reach the surface with his head. His hands flailed about above the surface trying desperately to grab hold of something to pull himself from a watery grave. There was nothing to grab hold of, and Shinji's lungs were crying desperately for oxygen.
Just as Shinji thought he was going to die, he woke up; sweating and shaking. He gasped wildly for air, trying desperately to figure out why he saw himself drowning. Shinji's eyes wildly searched his room for something familiar. Of course, there wasn't anything. Shinji looked over at the bathroom door, hearing it open. Standing in the doorway, wearing a robe, was Misato. She strode quickly over to Shinji's bed and gathered the shivering teen into her arms. As Misato held Shinji's head against her chest, she stroked his hair and whispered gently:
"It's okay, Shinji, I'm right here. It's okay."
"I-I was drowning," Shinji whimpered, "Oh, god, I—I couldn't breathe, and--,"
"Shh, baby, shh," Misato cooed, "It was just a dream. It's over now."
"It felt so real, Misato," Shinji said softly, "I really thought that I was gonna die. It felt so real!"
"Did it feel as real as this?" Misato asked gently. Then, she tilted Shinji's head up to hers and kissed him again. Shinji's spasms decreased as he liplocked with the older woman. After a long moment, Misato slowly pulled away from Shinji, but kept him wrapped up in her tender embrace.
"Are you okay now?" Misato asked.
"I…thought we agreed that we shouldn't…shouldn't do that," Shinji said, shocked and confused.
"I know, but…I couldn't help myself," Misato admitted sheepishly, "You were so vulnerable; trying desperately to find some thread of reality to cling to. I thought it would help you. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry, Misato," Shinji said, "I'm the one who should be sorry. I woke you up in the middle of the night because I had a nightmare. I feel so stupid."
"It's okay, Shinji-kun," Misato crooned, "It's your first night in a new house after a very weird afternoon. I'm really not surprised your subconscious is bouncing off the wall."
"Do you have to use such long words, Misato?" Shinji mumbled, "I just…enjoy feeling you so close to me. You don't have to say anything."
"Would you like me to stay in here with you tonight?"
Shinji's mind immediately screamed a resounding "YES!" to Misato's question. Shinji knew better than to sound too eager at a woman's suggestion of sleeping together. It betrayed the fact that the man thought with the head that wasn't above his neck.
"Do you really think that would be all right?" Shinji asked cautiously.
"Who's going to know?" Misato replied, "I mean it's not like I live on a reality show where all of my daily business is broadcast to the entire nation."
"I suppose you're right," Shinji conceded, fighting hard to keep up his innocent façade, "Just keep your robe on, okay?"
"Why?" Misato asked, feigning having her feelings hurt, "Don't you want to see what I have on under it?"
"Well, I—I think you've got a great—Oh, goddamn it, you trapped me! Now I have to give the answer you're expecting or you'll get offended!"
"You're not the only one who's got a way with words," Misato said with a sly grin, "So how about it, handsome? You want the close-up view of the show you treated yourself to earlier?"
Before Shinji had a chance to protest the fact that Misato had caught him - ed, Misato had untied her robe, slipped it off, and climbed into the bed next to Shinji. Shinji felt Misato's soft, warm body press gently up against him, caressing his skin with hers. The thing that Shinji noticed the most was the softness of Misato's mounds as they pressed against the side of his chest. Despite several desperate attempts to avert his thoughts, Shinji felt his cock swelling to full staff under the covers.
"Mmm, do you want to remove your boxers and get a little more comfortable, Shinji?"
"I—I think I'm good," Shinji replied weakly. He didn't know why he was suddenly so nervous about being in bed with a beautiful, . It wasn't his first time, obviously; not even his first time that day.
Shinji felt Misato's hand slide down his torso towards his crotch. Shinji's breath caught in his throat with anticipation. Just before reaching his bulge, Misato stopped and nibbled on Shinji's ear.
"You know, Shinji, it really turns me on to think that you peeked in on me while I was stripping," Misato mumbled between her teeth as she tugged on Shinji's earlobe, "It turns me on even more to think that you saw me completely naked and didn't worry about getting caught peeping. You're such a dirty boy, Shinji."
"I am," Shinji whispered in reply, "What are you gonna do about it?"
"You'd like me to tell you, wouldn't you, you dirty boy?" Misato growled playfully, "It would turn you on like crazy hearing me describe in detail all of the things that I'm going to make you do, wouldn't it?"
"Yes," Shinji hissed, his voice husky with lust.
"But you're already turned on like crazy, aren't you, dirty boy?" Misato teased, reaching for Shinji's cock.
"Yes," Shinji gasped as Misato's hand made contact with the tent in his boxers, "Oh, god! Please, Misato!"
"'Please, Misato' what, dirty boy?"
"Please, Misato," Shinji begged, "Use me!"
Misato smiled and tugged on the waistband of Shinji's boxers. Shinji obediently lifted his butt off of the bed and allowed Misato to release his throbbing hard-on. Misato gasped at Shinji's length and thickness.
"My, my, Shinji. That's a big one!"
"It's yours, Misato," Shinji moaned, "It's all yours!"
"Who's cock is this, dirty boy?!" Misato demanded, grasping her prize firmly at its root.
"It's yours, Misato!" Shinji shouted, "Oh, god, it's yours!"
"That's a good boy," Misato purred, getting up on her knees and lowering her face to Shinji's cock. Misato eyed his eight-inch meat stick hungrily, then turned to Shinji and asked: "How deep do you think I can take this, dirty boy?"
"As deep as you want, ma'am," Shinji said submissively.
"Good boy," Misato grinned.
Misato dove her head down and took the head and two inches of Shinji's cock into her mouth. Shinji gasped huskily and groaned loudly as Misato continued to drive her face down further on his pulsing shaft. Soon, Shinji felt Misato's nose brushing against his abdomen.
Misato released Shinji's cock with a small gag and then proceeded to give Shinji the best he had ever gotten. As Shinji felt Misato's soft mouth slide up and down around his shaft, he had to fight to stop himself from blowing his load in less than five minutes. She stopped and grasped his cock at the base.
"Please, Misato, don't stop!" Shinji begged.
"Why shouldn't I, dirty boy?" Misato teased, "I think I've given you all the reward that you've earned so far."
"What can I do to earn more?"
"You greedy boy," Misato scolded, then smiled, "To earn more, here's what you have to do: put your hands over your head."
Shinji quickly raised his hands over his head and grasped the bars at the head of his bed. Misato pulled the tie off of her bathrobe and lashed Shinji's hands to his head board. Shinji was now her captive.
"Now, dirty boy, eat me!" Misato gasped. Then, she straddled Shinji's face and grabbed him by the hair. Misato pulled Shinji's face up into her , forcing him to eat her out.
Shinji was amazed at Misato's creativity and . He was also extremely turned on by how she had taken charge of him. As Misato held his face in her wet crotch, Shinji lashed his tongue deeply inside her soaking sex. Misato kept a firm grip on Shinji's hair and ground his face from side to side against her , directing him exactly where she wanted him to pleasure her. Misato continued to ride Shinji's face for another ten minutes before she screamed:
"Oh shit! Shinji, I'm cumming! AAAAHHHH!!!"
Shinji felt his face get bathed by a veritable flood of love-juice from Misato's . Once the flood was over, Misato fell off of Shinji and lay beside him, panting for breath.
"God, Shinji, that was amazing!" Misato moaned, "Where did you learn to like that?"
"It's just a natural skill, I guess," Shinji groaned, "Misato, please!"
Shinji's cock was aching badly now. Blueballs was setting in heavily. Shinji feared that if he didn't have release soon, he might suffer permanent side effects. Misato heard the urgency in his voice and clamped her mouth firmly back onto Shinji's boner. She took two long, deep strokes on his wood before Shinji groaned:
"Oh god, Misato, here it comes--AAHH!"
Misato felt a huge blast of warm cum fill her mouth so fast that she couldn't swallow it all. She pulled Shinji's spurting cock out of her mouth and aimed it at her chest. Shinji watched as Misato pumped the rest of his seed all over her magnificent rack.
"Mmm, you sure are tasty, Shinji-kun," Misato purred, licking her lips, "I can't wait to feel you in my ."
"Untie me and I can go another round," Shinji said playfully.
"Do you really want to unwrap your birthday present early?" Misato asked, "Or do you want to wait for just a couple more days, and then see the surprise that I've got planned for you?"
Reluctantly, Shinji agreed to wait. Misato untied him, then went to the bathroom to rinse herself off. When she came out, Shinji was already asleep, so she climbed into bed and snuggled up against him. As she drifted off to sleep, she thought:
He's an animal; a wild animal.