Cold Feet

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I was almost asleep when the phone rang. I rolled over in bed and grabbed my cell phone from the bedside table. It was dark in the room but the light from the ringing phone flashed into my eyes, making me squint with discomfort as I struggled to see who was calling me. ‘PRIVATE’ was all my caller ID would say. At first I was about to ignore it and go back to sleep, but something told me that I should answer it. I flipped open the phone.

“Hello?” I muttered, placing it to me ear.

At first there was no answer, but I could hear someone breathing on the other end.

“Hello?” I reiterated, this time sounding a little bit purposefully annoyed.

“D..Damon?” someone finally responded in a meek, feminine voice. “It’s Danielle”.

I sat up in bed.

“H..Hi,” I responded, too astonished to figure out what to say. It had been over a year since I had last talked to her. “How’s it going?”

“Good. How are you?”

“Umm..fine..I guess..” I glanced over at the clock to check the time. “It’s been a while.”

“Yeah,” she responded in her typical soft-spoken voice. “It has.”

As a short period of awkward silence resumed, and I began to think about why Danielle would be calling me at 3am on a Thursday. We had had an on-off relationship back in university, but I had been reluctant to make any commitments. After a year and a half of the occasional booty call, she had become fed up with the situation and cut things off. The last I heard, she had been dating some guy in a nearby town.

“Damon, I have something to tell you,” she finally said, breaking my little mental trip down memory lane. “I..I’m getting married.”

“Wow. That was…not what I was expecting.”

“Oh yeah?” she retorted. “And just what were you expecting?”

“So let me get this straight,” I stated, dropping my head back down to my pillow. “You called me at 3 in the morning to tell me that you were getting married?”

“Yeah…well actually…there is something else.”

“Okay…Are you going to tell me?”

Again a period of awkward silence ensued.

“It’s just that…” she began. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.”

Again my interest was roused.

“Oh yeah?” I asked. “And just what were you thinking?”

“I was thinking…” she began hesitatingly.

“Yes?” I prompted.

“Well, I was hoping to see you one more time.”

I was speechless.

“What do you mean ‘see me'”?

“I think you know what I mean.”

“Like to go out for coffee or something?” I asked, smiling to myself.

“No,” Danielle responded. “I want to sleep with you one more time.”

“When? Now?”

“No. Not now. Well…anytime…just it has to be before the wedding.”

I was now completely astounded.

“So you want to fuck me, but you have to do it before you get married?”

“Yes!!” she said back, raising her voice slightly.

“Look Danielle,” I began. “We tried this before. It obviously didn’t work, so I don’t think it’s a good idea…”

“Damon.” She said cutting me off. “I really want this. I need this! Please!”

I was beginning to get a little surprised at the desperation in her voice.

“Have you been drinking?” I asked.

“Actually yes,” she answered, following a short pause. “But only because I had to work up the courage to call you. I’ve been thinking about this for a while.”

“Oh yeah? And just what does your future husband think about all this?”

“Jesus Damon!” she blurted out in exasperation. “He obviously doesn’t know. Why are you being so difficult about this?”

“Hey I’m just trying to get all the info here. I haven’t heard from you in over a year and now you call me up and tell me you want to meet up for a secret rendezvous?”

“You know most guys would be pretty happy about this type of thing.”

“Yeah, well I don’t think it’s a very good idea. I’m kind of…seeing someone right now.”

Again, a period of silence descended over the conversation before Danielle broke the awkwardness.

“Seeing someone? I thought you weren’t ready for a serious relationship?”

“That was a long time ago,” I shot back. “Things are…different now.”

“Damon please…”

“No. I’m sorry Danielle. I just…cant.”

I was in the process of closing the phone when she blurted out something that made me stop.

“I’ll do anything you want!”

Again I was speechless.

“Anything?”

“Yes”, she replied, her voice returning to its normal diminutive level.

I took a moment and thought about the possibilities.

“Damon?” she asked after about 30 seconds of silence.

“Okay,” I said bluntly.

“Okay what?” she asked.

“Tomorrow night. I’ll text you with my address and orders.”

“Orders?”

“Yes. Remember you said you’d do anything. Or are you having second thoughts?”

“No,” she responded, her passive cute voice starting to leak back into the conversation.

“Okay then? See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, canlı bahis şirketleri see you tomorrow.” * * * * I fell asleep thinking about all the things that I could do to Danielle the next night. She had been an attractive enough girl, but tended to lack that certain quality that I generally look for in women. She was shy and self conscious, and thus found it hard to open up in the bedroom. There were things I always wanted to do, and things I always wanted to try, but she was just too reserved to push her limits. Now I had my chance, and I was going to take it.

I awoke the next morning and immediately went to work planning my evening. I took a couple hours and made a list of things I wanted to do. I then went out and purchased a few items. I picked up some wine and some vodka then headed over to a nearby porn store. I felt kind of embarrassed buying a dildo and some lubricant but the guy at the front counter didn’t seem too shocked. I made one more stop to pick up a new memory card for my digital camera before heading home. I sent a text message to Danielle to give her my address and to clarify my final request. And then I waited.

When 8 pm finally rolled around, I was sitting patiently having a drink. My mind was filled with a flurry of thoughts and ideas about what was going to happen in the next few hours. The stage was set. I just hoped Danielle wouldn’t back out.

When I finally heard the knock at the door I was a little relieved. As I opened the door, a feeling of déjà vu swept over me. Danielle looked much the same as the last time I had seen her, with that shy, timid expression on her face. She looked extremely nervous, but was managing a small, cute smile.

“Well, hello there,” I said with a smile as I pulled the door wide open. “Come in.”

“Hi,” she said nervously, swiping a few strands of blonde hair behind her ear.

Danielle walked in and set a small duffle bag on the floor, before beginning to take off her jacket.

“Let me take that,” I offered, accepting her coat and sliding it off her shoulders. “Would you like a drink?”

“Sure,” she responded, as she walked over and sat down on the sofa. I made her a drink before joining her.

“Here you go,” I said, handing her the glass. “It might be kind of strong.”

“Thanks,” she answered, as she accepted the glass and proceeded to drink the entire thing.

I smiled as she finished the last drop and set the empty glass down on the coffee table. I wasn’t trying to get her drunk enough so that I could take advantage of her, but rather so that she would relax just enough. I made her another drink, which she drank a little slower but I was already beginning to see she was getting buzzed. We made small talk for a while until I sensed she was ready.

“Well,” I said after about an hour of conversation and 2 drinks later. “Should we get this show on the road?”

“Show on the road?” she snapped back with a laugh. “That’s romantic.”

“You can change in the bedroom,” I said with a smile. “I’ll wait here.”

Danielle smiled back and finished the last of her drink. I could see a little bit more of her usual nervous apprehension creeping back into her mannerisms. She then stood up, grabbed the duffle bag she had brought and headed to the bedroom. I sat back and smiled to myself as I watched her. She looked back to flash me one more nervous smile, and then closed the bedroom door. I could already feel my dick beginning to grow hard within my pants.

I got up and grabbed my camera from the kitchen table, making sure everything was working ok. Then I dimmed the lights a little. I wanted to set the mood, but still wanted to be able to see everything. I also knew Danielle was pretty self conscious about her body and I wanted her to be as comfortable as possible. A few minutes later the bedroom door opened and Danielle re-appeared.

She was wearing a white corset with that emphasized her already ample breasts, along with a pair of tiny, sheer, white panties. The corset itself was also made from a sheer material, allowing tantalizing glimpses of bare skin to be seen around the breasts, sides and back. Her legs were covered by the pair of thigh-high white stockings which I had requested. For some reason I had always fantasized about seeing her dressed like this, and now she was standing before me, hands on hips, smiling coyly. Danielle, although far from being considered chubby, was definitely thicker than most of the girls I had been used to being with. She had a soft, curvy body with very large, round breasts that most men would consider to be her most enticing attribute. I however, was more interested in a completely different part of her anatomy. Her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail which hung down to the level of her shoulders.

“Mmmm, yummy,” I said with a smirk, reaching for my camera.

“Hey!” she blurted out, stepping halfway back into the bedroom. “You never said anything about taking pictures!”

“Anything I wanted. Remember?” I stated, reminding canlı kaçak iddaa her of our previous agreement. “Now smile.”

Sheepishly, Danielle walked out of the bedroom once again as I held up the camera. I snapped a few shots as I made my ways towards her.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said, rolling her eyes back in embarrassment.

“Hey,” I said softly, reaching out to take her hand and pulling her to me. “Just relax. You look so fucking good right now.”

My eyes were locked on hers as I leaned forward and kissed her. As my lips pressed against hers, I could feel some of the tension flow out of her body. Her eyes closed and her mouth parted slightly. Our tongues touched, tentatively at first, as she let out a soft moan. I placed a hand on her hip and pulled her closer, my hard dick pressing eagerly against her through the fabric of my pants. We kissed for a good minute before I pulled away slightly. Her cheeks were flushed and I could tell she was turned on. Her piercing blue eyes locked intently on mine as if she were trying to guess what I was going to do next.

“Get down on your knees,” I ordered softly but firmly.

Danielle just stared at me for a brief moment and swallowed hard, her face expressionless but still retaining a sense of timid apprehension. Then, slowly she lowered herself down to the floor, her stocking-clad knees coming to rest on the soft carpet.

“Undo my pants,” I commanded as she stared up at me with a look of shy innocence.

I could see her hands were trembling a little bit as she reached up and carried out my orders. Soon my belt was off, and my pants were around my ankles. My dick was now pushing uncomfortably against the thin fabric of my boxer-brief underwear, creating a thick bulge that Danielle was eyeing intently.

“Keep going.”

She swallowed hard and slipped her fingers under the waistband of my underwear. Slowly, she pulled them down allowing my cock to spring forth in an almost comic fashion, as it bounced a few times in front of her face. Danielle looked up at me as my dick swayed slowly before her. “Put your hands behind your back.”

Again, she obeyed, placing her hands behind her and grasping one wrist with her hand.

“Open your mouth.”

She opened her mouth but let her eyes fall from mine. I shuffled forward a bit and placed the head of my dick between her lips. Then slowly I pushed my hips forward, sliding my shaft into her wet, waiting mouth.

Immediately her lips locked around my cock and she began to withdraw her head backwards. I stopped her by reaching down and grabbing the back of her head, holding it in place. Again I pushed forward, sliding the entire length of my dick past her lips. I could feel her tremble as my balls pressed up against her chin, but she was able to stop herself from gagging.

“Good girl,” I praised, smiling down at her. “Now suck it.”

Immediately she went to work bobbing her head back and forth, sliding her lips up and down my glistening shaft. Danielle always liked to give me head, even though she wasn’t particularly good at it. She was always too slow and sensual for my liking. I was going to have to show her a thing or two.

“Faster.”

Her long slow strokes soon turned into short nods as I pointed the camera down at her.

‘Click’.

She stopped briefly at the sound of the camera going off, but quickly resumed sucking my dick, her eyes closed tightly.

“Open your eyes,” I commanded. “And look at me while you suck my dick.”

I smiled as her eyes opened and her head turned slightly upwards to stare into my contented face. I put the camera to my eye and snapped another shot.

“That’s better.”

Danielle continued sucking me for a few more minutes, before pulling her lips from around my cock and running her tongue up the underside of my shaft.

“Hmmm,” I muttered. “You have learned a few new tricks.”

I was actually surprised. In my previous experience with her, she had exhibited very little variation in her technique.

“Lick my balls.” I ordered, positioning the camera for another shot. I reached down and grabbed my dick pulling it up against my stomach as Danielle moved down and placed her soft wet tongue on my balls, licking softly. The feeling was amazing. I took a picture, and let my dick fall, landing with a wet ‘slap’ against her face. I then grabbed her hair and pulled her face lower, as her tongue explored the backside of my balls and the area directly behind them. I moaned and took a few more pictures before setting the camera down.

“That feels so fucking good baby,” I complimented. “You should do that to your husband on your wedding night. ”

She glanced up at me with a glare that I could only take as a warning. I smiled back and encouraged her to take my balls into her mouth, sucking softly.

“Whoa there,” I said, grabbing the back of her head. “Easy on those. Not so hard.”

Danielle flashed me another stare before resuming her work. I let her canlı kaçak bahis continue for a while longer before I pulled her head back again and slid my dick back into her mouth. I pushed it in all the way and held it there for a moment as she fought to suppress her gag reflex. I then slid it out slowly before thrusting it back in. I continued to fuck her mouth as she wrapped her lips tightly around my cock. I could feel an orgasm approaching and I increased the pace, desperate to fill her mouth with my cum. As the feeling reached its peak, my hands clutched her hair and my body convulsed. I held back for another brief moment before sending a torrent of hot cum into Danielle’s waiting mouth. She paused for a brief moment and I thought she might pull away to spit it out in disgust, but to my surprise she resumed sucking, taking every spurt I had to give and swallowing it down.

“Alright,” I said contentedly, pulling my wet dick from her dripping lips. “Let’s head into the bedroom.”

A slightly embarrassed look crossed Danielle’s face once again as she looked down at the ground, using her thumb to wipe the corner of her mouth. I motioned my arm towards the bedroom, smiling with satisfaction. She stood slowly and turned, making her way through the doorway. I picked my camera back up and followed her into the room.

“Nice outfit by the way,” I commented as she sat down on the bed. “Is it new?”

“Kind of…” she answered tentatively. “Actually I bought it for my honeymoon.”

“Oh yeah?” I said with a smile. “That kind of turns me on.”

“I bet it does,” she said with a short laugh. “I can’t believe you made me wear this.”

“Hey,” I said, tossing my hands in the air. “I could have made you wear a school girl’s outfit or something. Would that have been better?”

“It wouldn’t surprise me.”

“Well, I was thinking about,” I said, walking over to her. “Or maybe French maid? That would be hot!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Danielle muttered, smiling up at me.

I returned the smile and leaned down to kiss her. She closed her eyes as our lips touched and we shared a rare tender moment before I decided to move things along.

“Ok,” I said, pulling away from her. “Lay down on the bed.”

Danielle looked apprehensive once again as she lay back on the bed. I raised the camera and took another picture.

“Now spread your legs,” I added, getting ready for another shot. That familiar embarrassed expression crossed Danielle’s face as she slow pulled her legs apart, revealing the sheer white panties that I could see were now slightly dampened with excitement. I took another picture, focusing on the area between her legs. I could already feel my dick regaining its rigidity as I continued to have my way with the shy, timid girl before me.

“Take off your panties,” I ordered.

A bit of Danielle’s shyness melted away as she bit her bottom lip and began to slide the lacy white underwear down her stocking covered legs. Holding the skimpy garment on her finger she looked into my eyes and tossed them on the floor at my feet. It was almost as if she was challenging me to continue. I looked down at the underwear at my feet and then back up at Danielle who was now laying back, propped up on her elbows, waiting for my next command. Her ample breasts were spilling out of the top of her bustier, producing an enticing amount of cleavage. She was naked from the waist down, with the exception of the white stockings that adorned her legs, now spread wide to reveal her perfectly shaven pussy. I smiled and tossed the camera on the bed. “What? No more pictures?” Danielle asked sarcastically, sounding somewhat satisfied at being able to entice me away from my brief photography session.

“Not right now,” I answered, crawling onto the bed. “There’s something else I want.”

I placed a hand on her leg, running it up softly, feeling the smoothness of the stocking as I leaned in to kiss her inner thigh. Danielle let a quiet moan slip out as she felt my lips touch her sensitive, naked skin. I let my mouth linger there for a moment as I parted my lips and touched her gently with my tongue. I then began to move up the bed, kissing and licking my way along her inner thigh, as she let her head fall back and opened her legs receptively.

Danielle had, quite possibly, the most perfect pussy I had ever seen. It was flawless and pink, as well as usually well shaved. She had always left a little strip of hair, but it was rarely even noticeable due to the fairness and light colour. This time she had shaved it completely, however, as not a single hair could be seen. I moved closer. I wondered if that had been another “honeymoon present” that I was getting the chance to unwrap early.

I kissed the skin to the right of her, and then to the left before focussing in on her soft velvety folds. I nuzzled my lips into her pussy, tasting her as I slipped my tongue out of my mouth and into her moist hole. I could hear her moan a little louder as she pulled her elbows out from under her and lay back on the bed. Wetting my finger in my mouth, I then slipped it inside her, as my tongue moved upwards to tease her clit. My finger slid easily up to the knuckle and I began to caress her g-spot with firm strokes as I sucked gently on her little pink button.

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