Fire In His Eyes (15 page)

We did five miles, and he teased me like c
razy, called me slow and ran circles around me, but it was fun.  We had quick showers, put on our bathing suits under our clothes, and then we went to a Denny’s and had a big breakfast.  When we left, we were full but both excited to spend the day at the beach.

We went to Lauderdale-by-the-
Sea, one of the smaller beaches in Ft. Lauderdale, Victor told me.  It was small, and not too crowded for early May, as spring break season was over, so it was mostly locals there with just a few tourists around.  I liked it,  we did not have far to walk from the parking lot to the beach which was a cute hamlet maybe a half mile long with little shops and an adorable Ice Cream Shop, the actual name,  that had a long line out front.  We found a nice spot near the water and put out our blanket and had fun taking turns putting sun tan lotion on each other, but not too much fun, it was a family beach, after all.  Victor took out two sweet teas out of the cooler and handed one to me, which I opened and took a long refreshing sip.  It was hot out, nearly eighty-five degrees, I guessed, but a small breeze kept us cool.  We decided to soak up the sun for a bit, ten minutes on each side and then get in the water.  We lay side by side on our stomachs first, giving each other small pecks, and holding hands, and then lay on our backs for a while.

When it was time to go into the water, Victor put on his Devil Rays basebal
l cap, so he wouldn’t burn his scalp. He looked so handsome, tan and glistening.  He was so carefree and relaxed.  I liked it when he was like this.  I wished that I could see him like this all the time. He had an amazing body, lean and toned, muscles rippling in the Florida sun.  We walked hand in hand into the water.  The water was gorgeous, clear, and warm but not overly so.  We went waist deep, then Victor squatted in the water pulling me to him as my legs instinctively wrapped around him.  He supported me with one hand around my waist, and another under my rear cupping and caressing me under the water.  He kissed me and I kissed him back, nothing erotic, just slow lazy kissing, truly enjoying each other.  It was like time stood still that day for us in the Florida sun.  I loved the normalcy of that day, the feeling of not being rushed because it usually seemed like we had only stolen moments together.  I would cherish this day, forever.

We watched people snorkeling in the distance.  The beach app
arently had three tiers of natural coral reef within walking distance of the shoreline.  Neither of us had brought snorkeling gear, so we watched and held each other, but it was okay, we enjoyed each other and enjoyed watching, and hearing the younger kids come up for air oohing and aahing about the things they saw, this fish, that part of the reef, etc.  After an hour so, we went back to our blanket on the beach and dried off,  It was nearing late afternoon, and we decided to stroll the length of the beach and then go have some ice cream.  Victor picked up a sea shell near the end of the walk, and presented it to me.  It was smooth, and shiny, blacks with purple and blue swirls, an abalone shell that reminded me of his eyes.  “A keepsake, Madame,” he offered.

I took it from him, and closed my fingers over the shell feeling its warmth.  “I’ll cherish it forever,” I teased at his gallant offer.  But inside I wasn’t teasing, and I would cherish it forever. 
I would put it in the top drawer of my dresser and keep it with the note he had given me.  It would remind me of today as long as I lived.

At the ice cream shop,
I got a chocolate ice cream cone, and he got a strawberry double scoop.  He planted the tip of his cone on my nose and licked it off, when I tried to do the same, he ran away from me.  I laughed chasing him for a while, and then gave up and promised not to.  We found a vacant bench, sat down to enjoy the ice cream, and held hands as we watched the surf, and people.  “Hey,” he interrupted my thoughts, “I forgot to tell you how amazing you look in that pink bikini, you almost look as tasty in it as my ice cream,” he teased and popped the last bite into his mouth.

“Ooo
, you,” I laughed.  “I should have smashed your face with my cone.”

“Race you to the blanket,” he called.  He took off, I after him. He beat me
, of course, but I wasn’t too far behind him.  We collapsed on the blanket and turned onto our side and talked about everything and anything frivolous from our childhood.

We took one more quick dip
in the ocean, dried off and began to pack up as the sun was just about to set; we were both surprised to find it was nearly eight o’clock.  The day had flown by.

The ride to the hotel was done quietly and
quickly. We had agreed to have quick showers, mine would be a little longer, I told him, as I needed to do some grooming. Then we would go out and have a nice dinner and then back to the hotel for the fun he had promised me.

By, nine thirty we were just being seated at the Pelican Landing, a casual dining restaurant at the end of Pier 66.  We sat outside, and had a great view of the Intracoastal Waterway, and boats coming in and out, yachts too.  Victor hoped someday to have his own boat as he loved to sail.

The lighting
in the restaurant was subdued, yet bright enough we could easily see one another.  We both ordered the seafood special with the vegetable of the day, and Victor also had them bring out oysters because they were purported to have aphrodisiacal qualities.  Although I had never tried them before, I found that I quite enjoyed them as the little slippery suckers slid down my throat.  They were good with just a squirt of lemon juice.  We had one cocktail after dinner, enjoyed each other’s company and the spectacular view.  By eleven thirty, the check was paid and we were in the car, headed back to the hotel where a whole new dimension on our sex lives was about to be unleashed.

Victor seemed nervous
when we got back to the hotel, and it made me a little nervous, too.  He was probably worried about my reaction, I told myself, and not by what might be in the trunk?  I excused myself to go freshen up and give him some time as well.  I rummaged through my bag, and retrieved the one piece white, almost see through satin chemise with matching lace panties I had selected for the night and made my way to the bathroom. He stopped me as I passed him, and pulled me in for a quick kiss, and said, “Don’t be afraid.  I won’t hurt you.  I just want to please you.” His eyes searched mine.

“I believe you,” I whispered the words as I pulled away.  In the bathroom
, I brushed my hair out until it shone and shimmered like gossamer, and brushed my teeth.  I stripped and I used one of the hotel washcloths to freshen up my arms, face, and legs.  Then I applied my lotion smoothing and massaging it all in, before I put on the little nightie.  It was a simple piece, virginal almost.  I had bought it last week, knowing Victor would like it because of its innocence and because he liked me in white as it contrasted well with my skin tone.

When I came out of the bathroom, he had on a nice pair of form fitting black boxer briefs.  He looked like an Adonis to me, with his
chiseled chest, and the glow from today’s tanning revealing every ripple in his chest and arms. “You are so ravishing in white, Monica.” He crossed the room to me, and swept me into his arms swinging my legs over one arm and supporting my back with the other.

“Thank
you,” I whispered, and then his lips claimed mine greedily.  It was intense, and needy, and demanding of a response.  I was breathless when it ended and he put me back on my feet in front of the small silver trunk he had placed on the small table in the room.

I looked up at him.  There was hesitation in his eyes.  “Show me,” I said.

He slowly unlocked and opened the box, but didn’t look down. He watched me instead.  Intensely.

I looked
down.  He had an assortment of dildos and vibrators; some were really long.  I touched one.  It must have been eighteen inches.  “This most certainly doesn’t go in all the way,” I stated.

“No,” he laughed. “It doesn’t.”

I looked through the dildos, and picked up one vibrator that was his size and had an attachment that I supposed could reach and stimulate the clitoris. I examined it and then handed it to him.  ‘This one,” he laughed and at my nod he set it on the bed behind us.  He lifted the box higher so another level appeared.  In that level was an assortment of clips and clamps.  Some had beads on them, feathers, and jewels.

I said, “
Your turn. You pick.”  He chose two clamps with jewels adorning them and chain that connected the two together.  Those he placed onto the bed as well.  Next, he lifted the lid higher to reveal a third row.  Here were lotions, Vaseline, a couple of strings with marbles on them, some odd shaped dildos that I later learned were plugs, a whip, and a few other things I had no clue of.  “I don’t know what most of these are or what they are used for,” I stammered a little nervously. 

He pointed to the string of marbles and picked them up.  Three golden marbles on a golden cord. “These are Ben Wa balls.  They can be used du
ring sex, or before sex, you can even wear them all day to strengthen your vaginal muscles.  You can also insert them in your ass, and when you come, I can pull them out of you and it will strengthen your orgasm.”  He looked at me, the question unasked.

“
OK, I would like to try it,” I stated nervously.  That was going to be a lot of stuff in me, all at the same time, but I was willing to try it for him.  He put the beads on the bed, and took the jar of Vaseline out too, before closing the lid.

He kissed me again slowly, and seductively, and then asked me to take my panties off as he sat in the chair beside the bed.  I took them off slowly and stood before
him.  He picked up the Ben Wa balls and warmed them in his hands and then put them in his mouth.  He opened the jar of Vaseline and inserted his pinkie into it, and then indicated I should turn around.  He patted my ass and stroked my ass and gave one cheek a small slap.  He took the Ben Wa balls from his mouth.  “Monica, bend over and touch your toes.  I am going to insert my pinkie into your lovely ass, and then the Ben Wa balls.”  I bent over.  He inserted his pinkie and it slipped right in because of the Vaseline, he stroked me like that a couple of times, and then I felt him push one, then two of the Ben Wa balls into my rectum.  They were warm, and hard, a bit uncomfortable, but not much, one other dangled between my legs.  I could see it hanging there in that position.  I could also see Victor smiling at me through my legs.  “Hi, there,” he teased.

“Hi yourself, handsome,” I teased in return.

His smile and joking made me not so nervous, and I smiled back.  “Monica, walk around a bit, and tell me how that feels.”

I straightened and walked back and forth across the room passing right in front of him a couple of times.  They felt strange, but the longer they were there, maybe from the sway of my hips, or t
he fact that they kept moving around, it felt quite pleasant if a little foreign.  “They are okay,” I nodded.  “Probably would feel better in my vagina, though.”

He laughed and agreed.  “If you were just wearing them, for that, you’re right they would.  You would feel anticipation all the time while wearing them, and horny as hell, and frustrated if you couldn’t get the job finished.  Delaying gratification can be quite enjoyable
, too, Monica, especially when it is finally relieved.  But that is not what we are going to use them for tonight.”  He laughed as I continued to walk purposefully gyrating my rear, swaying a great deal more than normal to experiment with them.  When I got near him again, he stopped me for a kiss, and squeezed my ass cheeks.  “Try to clench and release the balls, Monica.”  I did, and that felt better, the balls in my ass were helping to make my vagina walls clench even harder.

“Yeah, t
hat’s nice.” I nodded and smiled at Victor.

“I love your smile, Monica.”  His smile was sweet when he pulled me to his chest.  H
e kisses me on the nose, and then he really kissed me.  His hands caressed my back, and made their way down to my ass cheeks gripping them, and then began to come back up, but with his hands, he very sneakily pulled the hem of my negligee up and over my head.  “I really like this one, Monica.  Where it again for me,” he whispered as kisses rained over my neck and throat.

“Ok,” I stammered as his kisses had already worked their magic on my body.

When the kiss ended, he had further directions for me.  “Go ahead and lie down on the bed, face up, head on the pillow so you can watch what I am doing.”  He followed right behind me and brought the clips with him.  He crawled on top of me and lavished my nipples with his tongue. When they were both rock pebble hard, he stopped, knelt between my legs and put on the clamps.  “I can tighten these, make them tighter,” he explained. “Using these,” he indicated the tiny little nobs under the decorative adornment.

“Yeah, go ahead, make the
m a little tighter.”  I was panting a little.

He just nodded and laughed.
“I’ll tighten them slowly; let me know before it gets to be too much.”

I nodded, and watched as he turned the little screws.  When the pain started to be uncomfortable, I asked him to stop.  He did. “I can loosen it a bit,” he offered. When I said that it was still okay, he told me he was going to tug on the chain that connected the two clamps a little and wanted me to tell him how it felt.  I nodded. 
He tugged the chain and both pleasure and pain coursed through me like bolts of electricity from my nipples to my pussy.  I squirmed and felt the Ben Wa balls.  It was like torture, but exquisitely so.  “Good?” he asked and I nodded again unable to form words.  He went off his knees, sat between my legs and placed his thighs over mine, and spread my legs further.  He then picked up the vibrator and turned it on.  I was already wet, when he inserted just the tip and withdrew it, and then did the action again, going deeper each time until finally the attachment reached my clitoris and I went crazy.  His legs held mine down, and I couldn’t squirm and buck as much as I would have liked to, it was so fucking hot, my mind was a jumble and my pussy was on fire.  He released his massively swollen penis, and stroked himself while he watched me.