The drive to his apartment is quiet the whole way. Neither of them knew what to say to one another. After only a short ride he pulls into the parking lot of a large apartment complex. They step out of the car and Lisa looks up at the large building.

"You must have a lot of neighbors," she states.

"A lot of strangers more like," Murphy replies with a chuckle. "Come on." He takes her by the hand and leads her up to his room.

Standing outside the apartment door, Lisa can't help but notice how quiet the place is. For such a large building which must have many occupants she is curious how there is no sounds coming from any of them. No TV, no music, no thumping of children's feet against the floor. Maybe it is just later than she thinks it is. The sound of the apartment door unlatching gives her heart a bit of a jolt.

Murphy pushes the door open then presents the room for her to enter first. Once inside he turns on all the lights and begins taking off his jacket. "So here it is. It's not much but it's home."

Lisa studies the room. There is no entryway. The door leads right into his kitchen which is attached to the living room. The only thing dividing the two is a short, white counter top. The L shape kitchen counter is cluttered with cookware. For a bachelor he has many kitchen utensils she thinks to herself. She continues forward into the living room. She stands in front of the couch not sure what move to make next.

Murphy approaches her and takes her jacket into his hands. He begins to pull it off her shoulders. "Go on. Make yourself comfortable. Would you like something to drink?"

"Umm... yeah sure." She answers nervously.

"What'll you have?"

"Anything's fine."

"Okay, two daiquiris coming up."

As Murphy makes the drinks Lisa sits down on the couch and takes off her high heals. She looks around and discovers he has no family photos or even photos of a pet. She feels sad for a moment understanding how he must feel, to not have anyone in the whole world. She turns to look at him. Her eyes wonder as she notices his toned physic. His shoulder muscles ripple as he fills the kitchen blender with ice then holds the lid down as it turns. As the sound of the blender blades fill the room her eyes drift down lower, to his buttocks. Through his tight fitting jeans she can see it too has some muscle to it. She bites her lip as a wave of lust fills her entire body. She stands up from the couch and makes her way back to the kitchen.

Murphy notices her watching him, "Is everything alright?" He can see her eyes have become brighter and more glazed over.

"Yeah, everything is great."

"Good. Almost done."

Lisa continues to stare at his butt, wanting to reach out and cup it into her hands. She looses herself in thought not knowing how much time has passed, then Murphy snaps her back to reality.

"Lisa, drinks are done." He holds the glass out to her.

She takes it from him, "Thank you." She takes a big chug wanting to taste the vodka fill her mouth and keep her from saying anything embarrassing.

Murphy decides to copy her and also takes a nice big swig of his drink while laughing, "I take it it's good."

She pulls her mouth away from the glass, "Yeah it is really good. Is this fresh strawberries?"

"Indeed. I only eat fresh ever since I got out of prison." His face becomes empty as he kicks himself realizing he didn't want to bring up that subject again.

Lisa puts her drink down on the counter then takes a step closer to him. "I have been meaning to ask you, is prison where you got this scar?" She runs her thumb across his right cheek, feeling the depth of the long cut.

"No, I've actually had that cut since before I can remember."

"So it doesn't hurt?" She continues to press her thumb harder against it while still rubbing at the same time.

"No, not at all. I kind of like it actually."

"I like it too. It defines you somehow." With her other hand now on his shoulder she looks deep into his brown eyes and pulls him towards her. "You're really handsome. You know that?"

He chuckles, "I... never really thought about it."

He gives her an awkward smile wish Lisa thinks makes him look that much more attractive.

"You are. And it's not just your figure. It's your eyes. They just have this whole world inside them. So much to explore. It makes me feel like diving in to learn more about your secrets."

Murphy sets his drink down on the counter. "Lisa, are you sure..."

Before he can get out another word, Lisa presses her mouth against his. The taste of her strawberry lips causes a shiver down his spine. It has been so long since either of them have felt the texture of soft, supple lips pressing against one another. Murphy wraps his arms around her waist and feels her lean into him while on her tip toes. Lisa then opens her mouth to take in his tongue. She finds him to be an amazing kisser. Somehow knowing just how deep to go before taking her tongue into his own mouth. They moan as the sensation over takes them.

Lisa slides her hand down from Murphy's shoulder, past his waist, and cups his penis in her palm. She can feel he is fully hard even though the rough fabric of his jeans. He immediately takes her hand into his removing her grasp on him. He then pulls away from the kiss, even with every emotion of his being telling him not to.

"Lisa," he sighs, "Look... I think it is best if we just head to bed, okay? We're both exhausted and need time to think about things."

Not wanting to stop Lisa leans into him again for another kiss but he turns his face away from her. She looks at him with disappointment.

"Alright. I guess that makes sense." She moves away from him, heading back into the living room.

"I'm sorry," he whispers.

After finishing off their drinks, Murphy folds out the couch bed and sets it up for her. She watches still admiring his every movement.

"Thanks again for letting me stay here."

"No problem. I feel better knowing you are safe."

"Can I ask you for one last thing?"

"Sure, shoot."

"It's just... I don't have anything to wear."

"Oh right. Uhh... let me see if I can find something."

After scrounging though the closet the only thing he manages to find is a silk robe. He brings it out to her.

"Sorry, this is all I could find."

"That will work just fine. Thank you."

She takes the robe from him then starts undressing.

Murphy's face blushes red then he turns to head back into the bedroom. "Well if you have everything you need, I guess I will head to bed now. Good night."

"Sure. Good night," she says in a sweet, innocent tone.

He closes the door quickly behind him. He closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath. After calming himself slightly he begins undressing himself. Now in only his boxer-briefs, his fully erect cock stares up at him. He wants desperately to grasp it into his hand and just satisfy the lust that it is spreading throughout his mind and body but at the same time he doesn't want Lisa to hear and find him to be a creeper.

Suddenly he hears the bedroom door creek open. Lisa sneaks into Murphy's bedroom then shuts the door behind her.

"Lisa, what are you..."

"Shhh... please. Don't talk."

She leaps into his arms, knocking him onto the bed. She gives him a passionate kiss, then begins to kiss down his bare, muscular chest to his V-line. Kneeling at the foot of the bed she pulls down the front of his underwear. His penis presents itself happily to her. She stares at it for the longest moment admiring its shape. She takes it into her hands and caress it between her fingers. Murphy's face blushes hot red once again.

Murphy struggles to say the words, "Li...Lisa, it's been many years since I've felt a woman's touch. I'm not sure I'm prepared for this."

"Don't worry. Just relax. I'll go easy on you," Lisa says in a soft, sensuous voice.

She massages his shaft for a few moments until her lust becomes so strong she can no longer hold herself back. She places her lips over the head of his cock and begins licking the tip. Murphy's body becomes stiff as the pleasure moves up from his cock, into his stomach and chest.

He takes in a deep breath, "Wait, Lisa..."

She does not flinch, focusing hard on keeping her rhythm while sucking and stroking him at the same time. Murphy holds his breath wanting to tell her to stop but also wishing she would never stop at the same time. His lust for her wins. Feeling defeated he lays himself back on the bed. Lisa shifts her position along with him, now with her back strait while still on her knees. He looks towards her and watches as her tongue moves hungerly over his erection. Her long, soft hair tickles the insides of his thighs as it dangles from her shoulders. The sight of her red lips against it arouses him further and his cock twitches in her mouth. She giggles and he feels the vibration move down his shaft. He can feel himself already about to erupt.

"Lisa, you're gonna make me..." he moans while catching his breath again.

She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a hankie. She wraps it over the head of his cock while continuing to stroke her hand over his shaft. Feeling better about erupting on the hankie than in her mouth he no longer hesitates and allows himself to climax. As he squirms with passion on the bed Lisa keeps a tight grip on him until his body relaxes. She uses the hankie to wipe off any excess cum then tosses it to the waste basket beside the wall. She then lowers her underwear and opens her robe preparing to crawl on top of him.

Still dazed from the endorphins, Murphy does not notice her actions at first but then feels her rub her pelvis against him. He swiftly sits up to keep her from getting any further.

"Wait, wait, wait! Murphy sighs to himself unsure, "This feels... wrong."

Lisa is shocked by his actions and pulls her hands away from him, "What's the problem? Do you not want to?"

"No I want to, I really do. That's what feels so wrong. I shouldn't have this feeling of such lust after everything that has happened to us, but I can't shake it."

"Well, I don't mind waiting. If you are not ready." Lisa lowers her head and her voice becomes higher pitched as she struggles to get out the words, "Please, just promise me... you wont... leave me." She begins to weep and drops her face into her hands.

Murphy wraps his arms around her and holds her head against his chest. "Of course I won't leave you. What makes you say that?"

Lisa lifts her head up to look at him. "The others said they wouldn't, but they did. I have had too many men make me promises they couldn't keep. Harry, Travis, I was always left behind in that dark, cold, hospital room. I just don't want to be alone anymore. Please promise me." She grips his shoulders hard, slightly digging her nails into his skin.

He hushes her, "I promise I'm not going to leave you. Let's just take it slow, okay?"

"Alright." She wipes the tears from her face.

Murphy takes her head into his left hand and pulls her in for a passionate kiss. As their tongues dance once again he lowers her to the bed on her back while slipping his fingers up her leg and under her robe. He swiftly begins rubbing his index and middle finger against her soft, smoothly shaved, vaginal lips.

She lets out a loud gasp, surprised by his sudden actions. She closes her eyes and rests her head back against the pillow. Her heart begins to race and her body becomes hot all over. She feels him slip his fingers further down between her thighs. As if by no control of her own, her knees slowly spread apart.

Murphy pulls her robe open revealing her soft, supple breasts. He watches as her breathing causes them to jiggle ever so slightly. He takes the left breast into his mouth, lightly massaging her nipple with his tongue.

Lisa lets out a loud moan. She holds her breath trying to silence herself but the heat growing between her legs is almost too much for her to bare. She feels him slip his fingers inside and she archers her back from the intense pleasure.

Unable to resist her lips which are open wide from her moans, Murphy takes her mouth into his and sinks deep over her. She cries out unable to breath before he forces himself to pull back. He moves his fingers in and out of her pussy quicker, then places his thumb over her clitoris, heightening her pleasure. Her face is bright red and the air is hot from her heavy breathing.

She opens her eyes to look into his. "Murphy, you're gonna make me..." She moans, "You're gonna make me cum!"

He doesn't slow down his fingers. He keeps his gaze on her as she tries to hold back but then closes her eyes and allows herself to climax. Murphy admires her face. So much pleasure escapes her and the feeling of her pussy twitching against his fingers causes him to become erect once again. She looks back at him as he continues to watch as her exhaustion overcomes her and she drifts into a deep sleep.

Murphy hurries to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He turns on the sink to drown out the sound of him ferociously masturbating. While gripping the marble counter, he looks at himself in the mirror.

"Come on man. I know that was extremely hot but you have to calm down. We've only just met the girl and you already got a BJ out of her. Why are you so excited?"

He continues to move his right hand over his shaft as quickly as possible, just wanting the pressure to be released as soon as possible. As the feeling makes its way to the head he turns himself towards the shower and lets himself erupt. He holds his breath to keep himself from moaning, not wanting to wake Lisa from her slumber. He uses the shower poll to balance himself until he is sure ever drop has escaped his body. He cleans himself off then joins Lisa in the bed. He takes her by the hand, curing his fingers around hers. He listens to her soft breathing which causes him to also drift asleep.