Chapter 13

The day had been long, but it wasn't finished yet. Lana was sitting at her computer screen staring, not really knowing what she was looking at. She was tired and vulnerable, but she needed to get this done if everything was to be in order for the coming week.

She sensed someone was in the room with her, but she knew it couldn't be so, but she continued working, shaking her head.

Then she felt it, the ever so feathery light touch of fingers at the base of her neck. Her body shuddered as if awakened from a sleep. The touch was light and soothing, the hands, gentle and caring. She just sat there not knowing what to say or do as she realized this was not a dream but the hands of Paul. The touch and the feeling felt good to her inside and while she knew it was not right; she did not want it to stop.

The touch, which began so soft and gentle, turned into a relaxing massage. She sat there reveling in the feel of this touch. It was a part of her life that had been missing for a while, the feel of human skin on skin and all the warmth and feelings that it can bring.

No words were spoken, none needed to be. While he also knew this was not suppose to happen, he had seen her weaknesses in trying to cope with all that was happening around her. He was not feeling sorry for her, he was feeling an overwhelming need to protect and comfort. He was sure this was the way to express it.

So slowly, carefully, as Paul sneaked into the room and upon Lana, he first touched her ever so lightly. He felt the shudder of her body, and the urge to hold her became overwhelming, but he held back. He knew to make this work, he would have to go slowly and cautiously, or she might climb into her shell and then he would be of no comfort at all to her.

He lingered with his fingers on her neck. First massaging lightly, and then slowly gradually deepened the massage. He could feel her start to come alive under his touch, and he could also feel the fires awaken in him. It was not the feelings he had expected, for he had no intention of this being any more that a friend comforting a friend.

As Lana sat there, she let her mind wander to a peaceful place she had never been before. She was free of all that held her down, free to feel all the feelings that she felt were buried deep inside her and had maybe even died.

But she knew now, that was not the case. As his fingers continued to massage her neck, her body started to respond, not in anyway he would notice, thank goodness. She didn't want to feel this way, for she did not want to lose a friend or the respect of her boss in the process, but she also did not want to lose what she was feeling inside at the time.

He sat down behind and continued to massage her neck. He felt sure he had her full attention and the glaring computer screen was nothing more than a slight annoyance.

As he continued to massage her neck, he very gently leaned over and gave her a whisper soft kiss on the head. From the explosion that occurred inside him, he would have thought he struck gold. There was something about this woman that made him feel quite defenseless.

Lana felt that little butterfly kiss on the top of her head. That one jester sent a wave of emotion through her like no other. She felt happiness, hope, and desire, a desire that burned deep within her, a feeling like she had never felt before, not even during that volatile time with Billy. It scared her right down to her bones. She never knew she could have a feeling like that for someone, after all, she was afraid to lose the friendship, and mostly afraid to lose herself, or maybe find herself once again.

He could tell from her reactions, that she was conflicted, he wasn't sure how to proceed next. He kept massaging her neck and absentmindedly started moving down her back. He did not want to rush things, yet there was an underlying fire in him that needed to be tamed. He needed to feel her, all of her, but he must proceed slowly or he would not get the fire put out in himself. As he continued to massage her neck and back, he leaned in again and planted ever go gentle kisses on her neck.

He knew at once from her reaction, that she was feeling some of the same feelings he was. With those kisses, her whole body shuddered and a tiny gasp came from her. He knew now that with time, he would have her in the most intimate way a man could. He also knew, that once it happened, it would be an experience he would never forget.

As she sat there enjoying the neck rub, Paul began to take his hands on a perilous journey. He slipped his hands further down her back and under her shirt. When he felt her skin, it was like feeling silk beneath his fingers. His fingers burned to feel more. She didn't stop him, so he continued his journey up her back until he came to an encumbrance. He had a decision to make now, should he stop here and walk out of the room, or should he go on and learn what heaven is all about. He wasn't sure which path to take.

As she felt his hands move down further, she felt the material of her shirt give way. His hands were moving up her back. What an incredible feeling it was. That feeling of his cautious, yet curious fingers on her back, and the feeling of flesh on flesh contact, it was almost more than she could bear. It took every ounce of her being to keep a clear head and she was losing the battle. As she felt his hands work up her back, she felt his hesitation at as he reached her bra strap.

This was the moment of truth, will she stop him or allow him to go on?

Lana felt he was having the same feeling too. Even though she knew she should stop it here and now, she had no desire to do that. The emotions she was feeling were too new and too wonderful to stop what was happening.

He perceived from her reactions that she wanted what he did so he took it to the next step. With fumbling fingers, he managed to unhook her bra. He could tell by the way it let loose, that her breasts were happy to be free.

As he sat there holding her, he fingers began to wander. They wandered up her front towards her neck and down towards her most personal areas. He stopped in-between to behold two of the most beautiful breasts he had ever felt. Though somewhat saggy with age, he still felt they were perfect. They told the story of a woman who had experienced life's' trials and tribulations. It made him feel that much more special that she wanted to share this part of her with him.

Paul turned her around in the chair and for that first time since this started their eyes met. He saw a hunger and a need in her eyes that he only hoped that he could meet and she wouldn't be disappointed when they were done. He kissed her gently on the lips, as a way of telling her it would all be ok, that he would be gentle, tender, and loving in this shared experience. She kissed him back and he knew this was the right thing to do.

He began to kiss Lana deeper and with more longing. Their tongues met in the middle and he knew he had to have her. It had to be tonight, and even if it never happened again, he would feel satiated. He only hoped he could bring her pleasure the way she was bringing it to him.

When he stripped the top of her naked, she felt embarrassment. It was not the young, svelte body this man was used to. Lana was afraid that once he looked at her, he would run away and not look back, so she didn't want to turn around and spoil the illusion.

But she had no choice, he slowly spun the chair around and then he saw her. But he didn't run, instead he stayed and gave her the most tender kiss she had ever received. Her heart ached with joy to know this man, this friend would accept her as she was, with all her flaws, and still want her. She kissed him back with a passion she couldn't yet understand and didn't want to try. She was in it now for it all and there was no looking back.

As they continued to kiss, his hands wandered over her breasts, caressing them lovingly. His kisses worked down the nape of her neck. He could feel her body responding to his kisses and his touch. Slowly and gently he pulled her up and started moving her towards the bedroom. Once in there, he closed the door behind him.

She continued to kiss him, hold him and caress him as they stood in the bedroom together. Then with shaky fingers, she unbuckled the belt he was wearing and unzipped his pants. She was surprised to find he had no underwear on, as all of him came springing out. It was a beautiful sight to behold.

Once all his clothes were off, she delighted in the shear beauty of his body. As with her, his had flaws too, but she didn't notice them. They were all part of who and what he was and they only added character to him and did not detract from the whole man. Yes, she was seeing the world through a different perspective and she was enjoying it..

But now it was Paul's turn. He wanted to see this beautiful woman in all her glory. He slowly unbuckled her pants, while kissing her on the lips and neck. The zipper came down without a hitch and the pants gently slipped to the floor. She stepped out of them for him. He held her tight against him so he could feel her the whole length of his body, but something was still missing.

He lovingly drew his hands down her body and slowly started removing her underwear. She shuddered slightly; he thought it was from the excitement as he removed them. He then held her close to try to make their bodies feel as one. It was a good feeling, a great feeling, to have all that warm moist skin touching.
He then slowly led her over to the bed. He laid her down, then lay down next to her. He began to kiss her. Slowly at first, but then the intensity began to build. He was fighting for control again and having a tough time keeping it, but he would manage it somehow. As he was kissing her, his hands started to wander all over her body.

The excitement, passion, and fire were building. He gently took her head and brought it back up to his mouth. Together they caressed each other until the hunger climbed ever higher. At last when the desire consumed them, they had to quench their appetite.

As gently as he could, Paul climbed on top of her. They just lay there for several moments enjoying the feeling of their bodies together, realizing that they were about to reach that final pinnacle. Then slowly, carefully he slipped his manhood into her and again just lay there for a moment. Feeling himself inside her was ecstasy, something more powerful than he had ever known. For her, he filled her up inside and brought gratification she had never known.

Slowly and purposefully, their bodies began to move. The movement was at first awkward, trying to find just the right rhythm for their bodies together. Gradually, they reached that plateau and they began to move as one, back and forth, in and out. As the intensity increased, so did their movement, until soon, they were both moaning and sighing in shear delight of the event.

Lana rose to levels she had never experienced before and he came along on her high. In a fervent pitch, the passion melded and they came at the same time, creating a fire that was hard to extinguish.

When the fire was finally put out, they were both spent, physically and emotionally. They lay there together for the rest of the night, he holding her, she holding him.