We arrived at the airport well ahead of our scheduled departure time, which was probably a good thing, because it seemed like we had to stand in line for hours. I guess that she could see that I was starting to get impatient, because she reached out and took hold of my hand. “Be patient, it won’t be too much longer now.” She whispered. Finally, we were able to get our luggage checked and all the necessary papers to allow us to board the plane when the time came.
“We have a long flight ahead of us, so I don’t feel like sitting down. Let’s go and stand over there by that wall.” She said nodding to the side of the room where there weren’t many people. Reaching that deserted corner of the room, she turned to face me. Stepping up close in front of her, I pulled her close to me and put my hands around her waist. Leaning in towards her, the hands of time stopped; our lips moved together as one. Her strawberry flavored lips were so soft and urgent on mine, trying to express all the love that she felt for me. Her mouth tasted so minty and I was so happy that she's mine. Her lips smiled against mine, and then she pulled away from the kiss. I gazed into her beautiful eyes and my heart said just one word to me, "mine."
"Will you always love me with such madness?" She asked as she leaned against the wall in a corner of the room, waiting for our flight to arrive.
"You know the answer to that question. I have so much love in my heart that it is overflowing. My addiction to you is never going to stop. But there is one thing you have to ask yourself."
"And what's that?"
"Will you be able to handle my share of the love?" I asked with a deep intensity in my voice.
"I think I can." The confident tone in her voice caused us both to laugh. I brought my lips closer to hers. As our lips touched again, I could feel my heart beating hard and fast against my chest, a kiss so passionate, yet so innocent. Kissing her strawberry flavored lips had become an addiction for me. At first, Elena was reluctant to kiss me in a public place like this, but as we continued standing there with my arms around her waist, and I kissed her a few more times, she began to understand the reason behind my actions, realizing that a man always likes to kiss his girlfriend in public. She smiled a sweet smile, making her already beautiful eyes look even prettier than usual.
“Do we really have to go home?” I asked her with a sad voice. “I mean we can stay here and start a new life. We don’t have to be afraid to do anything.”
“Trust me, I do want to start my new life with you as soon as possible, but I just can’t leave things like that. The people we know will start asking questions about our sudden disappearance. As soon as I get a job at new place, everything will happen just the way we want it to.” She assured me.
I nodded my head. She smiled and kissed me on my cheek. At that moment, a voice came over the intercom informing us that our flight was now ready for boarding. We quickly joined the line of people waiting to board the plane, and it was only a few minutes until the plane was racing down the runway, preparing for takeoff.
Soon after we were in the air, she said. “This is going to be a long flight, so I think I’ll see if I can have a nap. That will help make the flight seem to be shorter. Why don’t you try to do the same thing?”
“That sounds like a good idea.”
Raising her hand to attract the attention of a flight attendant, she asked if we could have a blanket.
“Of course; I’ll get you one.” Replied the pretty flight attendant as she went to get it.
Snuggling down under the blanket, I guess that I must have been sleepier than I thought. Maybe it was the mental let-down from the thought of returning home from our fantastic vacation, I’m not sure, but I must have went to sleep almost immediately. Sometime later, I awoke to a strange feeling between my legs. As my mind slowly woke from its slumber, I realized what was causing that feeling. A hand, my sister’s hand to be exact was slowly but firmly caressing my rapidly awakening cock. Opening my eyes, I found myself looking into those pretty, brown eyes of Elena, as she sat beside me with a cute smile on her face.
“I’ve been wondering how long it would be before you woke up.” She quietly whispered so nobody else could hear.
“I can’t think of any nicer way to wake up.” I replied, squirming around in my seat trying to ease the pressure. She noticed my discomfort, but took no sympathy on me, and was unable to resist a little giggle as she gave me a squeeze. Determined to repay her devilish act with a daredevil one of my own, I slowly eased my left hand up under the blanket and carefully moved it up her slender body until my fingers encountered those pillow like boobs that I had fantasized about for several years.
“Ohhh, that feels so wonderful when you touch me that way.” She whispered. “I love it, but we have to be very careful and move slow and keep quiet so that we aren’t noticed.”
We continued teasing each other that way for some time, stopping only when someone would pass our seats or one of us would come close to losing control. Then we would pause for a few minutes until that person once again managed to become master of their body. From time to time, so as not to arouse suspicion, we would sit up in our seats like normal passengers. Then when the urge overtook us, we’d begin our undercover work again. This way we managed to turn what would have been a long boring flight, into one filled with excitement and expectation.
I never knew that flying could be so much fun, and I was almost disappointed when the announcement came over the loudspeaker that it was time to fasten our seatbelts, as we would be landing in a few minutes.
We picked up our suitcases and after loading everything into one of the waiting taxis, we were soon on our way home. I followed her as we walked up the sidewalk to our front door, each carrying our own luggage. As Elena turned the knob to unlock the door, I heard a voice from behind calling my name.
When I turned back, I saw a girl walking towards me. It was Jasmine. I dropped my suitcase and went towards her. She increased her pace and in a flash, she was right in front of me. Looking deep into my eyes, she hugged me, holding me tight in her arms, as if hugging a person who has come back after a long time.
After a long moment, she stepped back slightly. "Where have you been?” She asked. “I tried to contact you so many times.”
"I went on a vacation with my sister." I chuckled.
"You didn't tell me anything about going on a vacation. Did you?” She asked with a confused look on her pretty face.
"Everything happened so quickly, I didn’t get the chance to tell you." I answered.
"I have so many things to share with you. I just can’t wait. Come! Let's go to my house.” She said as she grabbed my hand.
"Jasmine, I am very tired right now. Let me get some rest and then I'll go over to your house. Ok?” I said, giving her a reassuring smile.
"OK." She smiled back at me as she let go of my hand.
Jasmine has been my friend from the time I moved here. In fact, she's my best friend. She's just one year older than I am and completely different from me. She’s fun, crazy, sweet and caring. Everything is unique about her. If there were anyone that was close to me, other than my sister, then it would definitely be Jasmine. Most of my friends talked about her being more than just a friend to me. Even Elena agreed with it. I made it clear to everyone that I had no feelings for her and that she's just a friend to me. However, I never tried to find out what she really thought about me, and that’s where I made a mistake.
After she left, I went into my house. After going to my room to change my clothes and not finding my clothes on the shelf, I went to Elena’s room. I saw my suitcase in the corner and surprisingly, all my clothes were on her bed. She had started putting them beside her clothes on the shelf.
“Is it really happening?” I wondered as I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.
“Hey Baby! Talked with your girlfriend?” She asked as she picked up the last item of clothing and carefully placed it on the shelf.
“Come on! How many times have I told you she’s just a friend to me?” I angrily said as I sat on the bed and furiously started to untie my shoes.
“Oh boy! My baby is angry.” She came over and sat on my lap. “Am I not allowed to tease my love a little bit?”
“You know how I feel when you say that. I don’t know why you say that all the time!” I said in a deep frustrated voice.
“Ok Ok! I’m sorry. I will not talk about it anymore. I promise. Now don’t spoil your mood dear.” She smiled as she got off my lap.
“I’ll go into the bathroom and change my clothes.” I said as I picked up my clothes from the shelf.
“Do you really have to?”
Turning around to see what she was talking about, I was just in time to see her pull her maroon top up over her head, dragging her hair up with it. As she pulled it free, her long hair came cascading back down around her shoulders, perfectly framing the black push up bra that continued to hide the part of her sexy body that had fascinated me for years. I stood still, as if hypnotized and unable to move. I had always watched her through the keyhole as she changed clothes, but now I was standing just a few steps away from her.
She started by placing the palms of her hands against her cheeks and then slowly moving down, letting her fingers trail down across her throat. Spreading her hands apart a little, she palmed her breasts, hesitated a moment as she gave each one a gentle squeeze, then moved her hands in a circle around each breast, all the while never taking her eyes off me. I saw a little smile appear as if she had just thought of something, as she moved her hands off her breasts and down her side. Hesitating when her hands reached her waist, she took a deep breath, leaned forward slightly, pulled her shoulders back and shook them. This caused the fleshy part of her upper tits to quiver.
If I hadn’t been paying attention to her before, which of course I had been; she most certainly had 100% of my attention now. She sensed this and her smile broadened as she continued her dance. Straightening up, and with a mischievous smile, she reached back, unhooked her bra, and let it fall to the floor. This let her big round breasts swing free. I could see her hard protruding nipples sticking out like little mounds on mountaintops. She stood there for several seconds, motionless except for the gentle swinging of her feminine mounds, giving me a good look at her boobs. My breathing was getting louder and faster my heart was racing. My cock was so hard that it felt like it was going to tear a hole though my pants.
Placing her hands on her slim waistline, she slid them together until they met over her firm stomach. She slowly moved them down over her pelvic area, and then spread them apart until they were resting on her hips. Giving me that little mischievous smile she has, she once again shook her shoulders, as if to ask, ‘are you still interested?’ Boy was I ever interested. Here was this very beautiful woman, not more than half a dozen steps in front of me, doing a very sensual strip-tease dance just for my benefit.
Then she hooked her thumbs in her shorts as she slowly began to turn around until her butt was facing me. Looking back over her right shoulder, she kept her eyes on me all the time and a little smile on her face. Every movement she had made since she started had been smooth, slow and very sensual. Very slowly, she began to push her form fitting shorts down. They hugged her so tight, that she had to wiggle it back and forth in order to work it down over her hips. With her back still turned towards me, and her cheeks now on full display, except that part that her skimpy panties covered, she stopped the downward motion of her shorts, and once again wiggled her hips. Then pretending to have changed her mind, she started to pull her shorts back up.
“Oh no! Please don’t do that. Stop teasing me.” I cried out.
“Admit it Alan, you are enjoying being teased. You know it and I know it. Besides, I just wanted to make sure you were still watching and that I had your attention.” She said with a hearty giggle. She dropped her shorts to the floor, fully exposing her ass to me except that part that her skimpy panties covered. When she bent down to pick them up, I was surprised to see a wet spot on her sexy panties.
"Was that because of me?" I thought to myself as she stepped out of her shorts. Tossing her shorts onto a nearby chair, she straightened up, reached around behind, grabbed her butt cheeks and started massaging them. She split her cheeks apart and pushed them back together a number of times.
Then she turned around, grabbed the waistband of her snug fitting black panties that matched her bra and slowly began to push them down. Bending forward slightly as she pushed them over her hips, she hesitated, glanced up at me with a look of devilment in her big brown eyes, and then once again rewarded me with that wiggling of her shoulders that she seemed to have perfected. This time the effect was slightly different, and much more noticeable, because since she was now bending over; her large breasts were hanging straight down. No longer held prisoner by her bra; this meant that they were much freer to swing back and forth, than they had been before.
Her bending over this way presented me with a different and very erotic view of her lovely boobs. Stepping out of her moist panties, she tossed them over to where her shorts lay. There she stood in front of me, hands on her hips like a model, giving me a good look of every inch of her body I could possibly want to see.
“Well Alan, do you still want to wear clothes or...
Her words snapped me back to reality or at least partly so, and I had to admire her strong self-control. Here in front of me, just out of arms reach, stood a very beautiful, tall, slim, sexy woman. I had just spent several minutes witnessing the most sensual act that I have ever imagined in my wildest dreams. My palms were sweaty; my heart was racing a mile a minute, and pounding so hard I felt that it was going to burst at any moment. My eyes were about to pop out of my head and my mind was in a total daze. It was all I could do to even breathe, and now she actually expected me to talk.
Before I could gather my wits enough to say anything, I heard her give a little giggle. “I thought that would get your attention and make you change your mind.” Giving me a wink, she pulled aside the blanket and got on the bed.
“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather be laying here beside me rather than standing there in the middle of the room?” She asked in that sexy voice she has, as she patted the bed beside her. Unable to resist taunting me further, she lay there with a ‘come to me’ look in her eyes and with a sexy smile on her full luscious lips.
Seeing her in that position, I realized that I’ve always dreamed of being in this situation. The girl I love would be right in front of me, on the bed waiting for me to come and sleep beside her. Put my hands on her; pull her closer to me as we shared a long passionate kiss. Of course, the girl I dreamed about was always Elena.
“Honey, why are you taking so long? Don’t make me wait.” She begged in the sweetest way possible.
Hearing her beg that way seemed to spring me into action. “Sorry.” I apologized as I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my legs as fast as I could. Then I grabbed the bottom of my shirt, jerked it over my head and tossed it aside. I felt the cool air around my pubic hair as I grabbed my boxers and pulled them down. Stepping out of them, I rushed over and jumped on the bed before she had a chance to change her mind. Pulling the blanket up, I felt her move closer as she put her arms around me.
“Your body is so warm mmmmmmm!!!” She said as every inch of her body touched my bare skin. My dick stood straight up as soon as it felt the intense heat of her pussy.
“Is it a dream?” I asked, as I still couldn’t believe the situation I was in. She smiled at my question and slowly moved her right hand under the blanket. Her action confused me and by the time I figured out what she was about to do, I felt her hand grab my love handle, causing it to instantly became rock hard the moment she touched it. Then she slid down a little bit in bed, which made me realize that her pussy lips were touching the tip of my cock. She had a firm grip on my cock and I heard a little moan escape her lips as she slowly pushed it inside her warm pussy.
“What do you think now?” She asked, looking at me with a cute smile on those pretty lips of hers.
“It’s not a dream,” was the first thing I said, causing us both to laugh. We were both very tired but our thirst for each other was greater than our weariness. Instead of going to sleep, we spent most of the next few hours making out. Finally, our lust for each other temporarily satisfied, she lay in my arms, her head resting comfortably on my shoulder.
“When are you going to take me out on a date?” She asked as I kissed her on her forehead.
"Why are you so shocked? It's a normal thing. You're my boyfriend now and boyfriends do take their girlfriend out on a date." She explained.
"I know, but I'm a little scared."
"I've never been on a date before. I don’t know how to do those special things that boys do when they are on a date with their girlfriend." I was embarrassed to admit this.
“Aww, you don't have to do anything special for me. I've always considered myself special because of you.” She replied, trying hard to comfort me.
"That's very sweet of you, but…" I smiled, even though I still was not confident.
"I just want you to be yourself. Most of the girls don't like men who pretend to be cool or say those romantic things just to impress the girl. A girl wants just only one thing from a boyfriend, just be honest. So it's a bonus for me."
"A bonus? How?"
"You will not able to lie to me." She replied, laughing at my puzzlement.
"Soooo... We are going out on a date tonight, right?" She asked. Glancing at her, I saw the same expression on her face a student has while anxiously waiting for the result of an exam.
"Yes." I finally agreed.
"Good." She smiled as she happily snuggled in closer to me.
"I'll do my best to make our date very special." I promised as I held her hand.
"I know you will." She said. "We should get some sleep. I don't want to look like a mess on our first date." She closed her eyes. I kissed her on her forehead and almost immediately entered the dreamland my weary body had been demanding.
"Get up honey! Get up! I don’t want us to be late on our first date." She shook me to bring me back to the real world.
"Oh God! I must be the only girl in the world who is pleading with her boyfriend to take her out on a date." She said as she pushed me harder.
I slowly opened my sleepy eyes and tried hard to lift myself off the bed. I saw Elena standing naked in front of the closet, trying to select a dress from a group of dresses. "Which one should I wear?" She asked, putting her finger between her teeth and placing the other hand on her waist. She had a puzzled look on her face, as if deep in thought.
"You are looking so beautiful right now. I don’t understand; why do you need clothes?" I commented.
"Very funny!" She replied punching my shoulder. "Now seriously, tell me which one I should wear?" She asked, scratching her head. I stepped up behind her, put my arms around her and cupped her naked tits in my hands. With my forefingers, I gently caressed her tender nipples.
“Hmmm, that feels so nice, but I still want you to say which dress you like the best.” She murmured, leaning back against me. I put my head on her shoulder and looked at every dress she had. I could recall from memory when I saw her wearing each of those dresses for very first time.
"I like the white one." I said, pointing towards the dress with the sexy sparkle. It was a bombshell of a dress. I remember how she looked when I saw her in that dress for the very first time.
"Ok my darling." She threw her head back and kissed me on the cheek. Then she went to her closet and started to select a suitable bra and panty for the dress.
"A push up bra would be better." I advised. She winked and picked up a white embroidered bra and matching panty. When she wears those push up bras, she looks like a goddess. In fact, I would prefer her to wear only push up bras, because they make her boobs look beautiful and it's a treat for my eyes.
She spent the next few minutes choosing and laying out her clothes on the bed while I spent that time in the bathroom. I choose a plain blue shirt and dark colored dress jeans from the closet and put them on. Within five minutes, I was ready. She was still in the bathroom, so I decided to have a little snack to curb my hunger pangs. I knew that there was one thing that guys sometimes did for their girlfriend, so before going into the kitchen, I quietly slipped out the front door. Coming back into the house and seeing that she still wasn’t finished getting ready, I entered the kitchen and going to the fridge, I picked up an apple and a bottle of juice, and then returned to the living room to wait for her.
"How do I look?” She asked in a hesitant, slightly unsure voice.
I know my mouth fell open as I turned at the sound of her voice. There before my unbelieving eyes stood the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. With her left hand resting on her thigh, and her left foot slightly in front, she was posing like a model. I had always believed that if she had wanted to pursue that career, she would have definitely become a supermodel.It was a puzzle to me how those two tiny shoulder straps managed to hold up the dress, considering the size of her large partially concealed breasts.
Letting my eyes slowly move down, I noticed how the dress hugged her slender waist; then flared out slightly over her hips, giving her that classic hourglass figure. It continued down to a respectable length just above her knees. Extending out from the hidden region of her dress, were her long slender graceful legs, legs that I loved to caress. The dress was so tight that every curve of her sexy body was clearly visible. It was like a second skin.
Her dark hair was long enough to kiss the top of her white dress, forming a perfect contrast of colors. The soft wavy hair formed a perfect frame for her big beautiful eyes and those full luscious lips that I never got tired of kissing. She never used much makeup, because she didn’t need to, but when she did, she applied it in a very professional manner. It was obvious that she had spent a considerable amount of effort to get everything perfect for our date, and to make herself look as pretty for me as she could. I hadn’t thought it was possible, but she had made her eyes look even prettier than they usually were.
I wanted so badly to take her in my arms and kiss her. Something deep inside me told me that this wasn’t the time to do that because it would spoil her makeup. She had worked so hard to make it perfect just for me.
There stood my goddess of love in her high heels, not moving or saying another word, patiently waiting to hear my reaction. Maybe she could tell from my response when she entered the room that I certainly approved of the way she looked, because I noticed just the faintest hint of a smile on her lips.
"WOW! You look like a gorgeous angel. Even that doesn’t describe how lovely you look; I can't find any words to describe you. Any word I chose to say to describe your beauty would be an insult to you. All I know is that I will be so very proud to be your escort and that I’ll be the envy of every guy, no matter where we go." I managed to answer in a somewhat shaky voice.
"You are so sweet." She said giving me a little kiss on the cheek. "I don’t think I’ve ever seen you looking so handsome. I’m sure that all the women will be envious of me when they see you. Now, if you are ready, let's go."
“I’m almost ready but before we go, there is one more thing that I want to do. I didn’t have a chance to do this properly, but I know that guys like to give things like this to their girlfriend. You are looking so beautiful that you put this to shame, but it is the best I could do.” With that, I presented her with the rose that I had been hiding behind my back.
Watching all the different expressions cross her face, made me smile to myself as I handed that flower to her. First, there was surprise, then puzzlement. Finally, her whole face lit up with joy, and it was prettier than any of the sunsets were that we had seen while lying on the beach of that vacation island.
“How…I mean, where did you get this?” She stammered. “Oh of course, out of my flower garden, didn’t you? Oh honey, you are so sweet and thoughtful. I could just hug you to death.” With that, she threw her arms around my neck and gave me the biggest hug I’ve ever had. I put my arms around her slender waist and held her close, enjoying the feel of her body and the faint smell of her perfume.
“Here, let me try something.” She said stepping back from me. Pulling a small mirror out of her purse, she viewed herself as she managed to fasten that flower in her hair. “There, do I look good enough to go out to dinner with?”
“I’ll say you do. You look like a princess.” I replied as we headed out the door. I didn’t know where we were going because Elena wanted to decide on the place for our first date. So I didn’t argue. We finally reached the restaurant after driving for nearly an hour. After parking the car, Elena started to get out, but remembering my earlier promise to her to do my best to make our date very special, I reached over, and placed my hand on her arm.
“Wait just a moment before you get out.” Then quickly getting out, I rushed over to her side and opened the door for her. She had a shocked look of surprise on her face, as I held out my hand to help her out of the car.
“Well…well. I’m impressed.” She said with a look of admiration on her face as she took my hand and stepped out of the car. “It’s nice to see that chivalry isn’t dead. A girl appreciates such nice gestures from her man.”
Her comment made me feel about ten feet tall. It was nice to know that no matter what mistakes I might make during the rest of our date, at least I had done something right to start. I continued holding her hand as we walked towards the restaurant. Reaching the door, I took a couple of quick steps to get ahead so I could open and hold the door for her. She didn’t say anything, but did give me the cutest little smile as she entered.
“Good evening Ma’am. Good evening Sir. May I help you?” A man with a moustache asked as he greeted us with smile.
“I’ve reserved a table for two by the name of Mr. and Mrs. Hayes.” She replied. When she said Mr. and Mrs. Hayes, I felt an instant connection with my future.
Briefly glancing at his list, he replied. “Ah, yes. Mr. and Mrs. Hayes, we have your table all ready. Please come with me.”
As we followed him across the restaurant, I looked at the magnificent architecture of the building. The 30-foot ceilings, supported by soaring hand-carved maple columns, etched in gold leaf, with a mezzanine level lined with colorful murals. I walked a little prouder as he led us past several tables and I noticed that the guests sitting there watched us as we passed. Elena was so pretty that all eyes were on her, as I knew they would be, and it made me proud to be with her. Arriving at our table, I noticed that it was in a quiet, very private section of the restaurant, far from the other people. The man left us as soon as he removed the reserved sign from the table.
I pulled out the chair to let her sit down. Then I went to other side of the table and sat down.
“I can’t believe I’m on date with the most beautiful lady in the world.” I said, looking at her beautiful eyes.
“And I’ve always wanted to come to this place with the most handsome man in the world. My dream has come true tonight.” She smiled, winking at me.
“Have you come to this restaurant before?”
“Yes, I have been here with one of my ex-boyfriends.”
“As far as I can remember, you have had only two boyfriends, right?”
“I am very choosy when it comes to having a boyfriend.” She laughed.
“I thought you were serious with Jackson and I also thought that you two would get married sometime. Why did the two of you break up?” Jackson was her first boyfriend. He was her best friend and was a good guy. I never knew what happened between them, they just broke up.
“He was a really nice guy. I used to think that having a best friend as your life partner, would be the best choice. That’s why I said yes to him when he proposed to me. However, as time passed, I realized that I never really had the connection that two people in love should have. I always considered him as my friend. When I told him the way I felt about him, he acted like a mature guy and let me go.”
“Poor guy. Are you two still in contact with each other?” I eagerly asked.
“Not really. When someone breaks your heart, you really don’t want to talk that person again.” She explained.
“True.” I nodded my head in agreement.
“Since we are talking about love, I think it’s time you tell me when you stopped considering me as your sister, and started thinking of me as the girl you fell in love with.”
“I can’t really tell you when my feelings changed for you. I guess it all started when you told me that Jackson was your boyfriend. I felt a pain in my heart when you said that. Whenever I saw him holding your hand or kiss you in front of our house, I would become angry or frustrated. As I was young at that time, I didn’t understand the actual reason behind the pain and anger I was feeling in my heart. It wasn’t long until I found my answer. One night I was with Jasmine and she was talking about a boy she had a crush on. When she was describing the feelings she had for this boy, I realized that she was feeling exactly the way I was feeling about you. That’s the night I realized I was in love with you.”
“But why did you wait all these years to tell me what you felt for me? If I hadn’t taken you to that island, I would never have known for sure.”
“How could I tell you? You are not my friend or a neighbor that I could tell my feelings too. You are my sister, that’s the only thought I had in my mind. I don’t have anyone except you in this world, so I couldn’t afford to lose you. Any girl in this world would freak if she found out that her brother doesn’t consider her as a sister anymore, but as a lover. So I chose to hide my feelings instead of confessing them to you.”
“I guess I did a good thing by reading your private diary.” She said, rolling her eyes at me.
“What! You read my diary. How could you?” I asked in disbelief. It is a password protected file and I would check it twice to assure myself that I’d closed the document.
“Before you ask anything more, I think we should order something. I am hungry.” She suggested.
“Ok. But you have to tell me, how and why you read my diary.” I said.
“Ok, Ok.” She agreed, raising her hand to catch the attention of the waiter.
"Yes Ma’am." The waiter stood beside her ready to take down the order. Elena ordered prosciutto-wrapped scallops with risotto to start and Pan Seared Duck Breast with Mushroom Ravioli, Spinach and an Apricot Marsala Sauce for the main course.
"Very Good ma’am." He said before turning and walking away. When I was about to ask her the question again, she asked me not to ask any more questions until the main course came. I didn't try to argue with her because I thought it would be rude not to honor her request.
I had to admit the appetizer itself was very delicious. This was the very first time in my life that I had tasted Italian food. I had never liked anything beyond what my sister cooked for me, but this food was quite different. Now I was eagerly waiting for the main course and the answer to my question.
Finally, the waiter was serving the main course. "Now I will get my answer." I thought to myself.
“Thank you.” She said as he finished serving the dish on her plate.
“Now will you tell me?” I asked her as soon as he went away.
“You are dying to hear my answer, aren’t you?” She knew that I had hardly been able to wait this long for an answer. I saw a devilish twinkle in her eye as she slowly took her first bite of food, prolonging my agony even longer. To make matters even worse, I heard her quietly giggle to herself as she continued to enjoy my discomfort.
“Come on, Elena. You promised me.” I knew that she was teasing me, but I couldn’t help it, my frustration was reaching its peak.
“Did I?” She laughed. However, she realized that all this was making me upset and she was to kind hearted to want to do that. She reached across the table, took my hand in hers and looked at me with her beautiful eyes.
“Ok, no more teasing.” She promised. “One day I came home early to spend some time with you, but you weren’t there. I decided to surf the internet until you come back so I went to your room. I know you always shut down the PC, but for some reason, you hadn’t done that the last time you used it. When the monitor turned on, a file appeared in front of me. When I read the name of the file, I realized that it was your personal diary. I know that one shouldn’t read someone’s personal diary but I couldn’t control my curiosity, so I locked the door and started reading it. After I had read the first few pages, I realized that you had a crush on someone and were very eager to express your feelings to her, however, you were scared to because you didn’t want to lose her. You felt that if she knew how you felt about her, it would scare her and she might leave you. At first, I assumed that the girl you were talking about was Jasmine. However, as I kept reading, I came across one entry where you mentioned my name, so then I knew that I was wrong. It was me that you were talking about.”
“What was your first reaction when you realized that I was in love with you? Did you feel ashamed of me?” I asked very hesitantly.
“First I felt really awkward and somewhat confused. I was in shock. My little baby whom I had loved all these years had a crush on me. I felt something strange in my heart so I closed the document and went to my room. I thought about it the whole night. My heart felt that there’s nothing wrong in what you feel for me. Just because the definition of your love for me changed a bit, why do I have to feel awkward? However, my mind disagreed. It reminded me of the rules of society and the consequences I’d have to face in the future if I accepted your feelings. I couldn't decide what to do, due to this war between my heart and mind. The next day I met one of my friends and asked her which she would listen to if she had this problem, Heart or Mind?”
“Listen to your heart, right?" My face was bursting with happiness.
“Yes. She said that whatever our problem is; our heart always has the perfect solution to it.” She smiled as she said that because I’m sure she saw the sudden look of relief that I felt. Suddenly the whole world felt like a much brighter place, but I still had unanswered questions in my mind.
“Then why did you keep me waiting? You could have told me that you also loved me.”
“I had to make sure that what you felt for me wasn’t because of a mere attraction. Many young guys tend to assume attraction is love and later feel that it was a mistake. I didn’t want you to feel all this was a mistake.”
“You had to wait four years to decide whether my feelings for you were genuine or not? Why so long, surely you must have known long before that?” I was little angry at this point. It seemed to me as if she had been playing with my heartfelt feelings all that time. She knew everything but she acted like an innocent girl.
“It wasn’t entirely my fault. I gave you so many hints and chances but you didn’t utilize them. I would change my clothes leaving the door open, or sit beside you wearing just bra and panty or call you to give me towel whenever I’d go for a shower or even dry myself in front of you. Even with me doing all those things, still you didn't do anything. What else could I have done?”
“Those are not called chances or hints. Those are different ways to torture a boy. I can’t even begin to tell you how miserable I have been. How badly I’ve wanted to take you in my arms, hold you close and kiss you, but I’ve been afraid to for fear you might hate me if I did. I couldn’t stand that. All you simply had to say was just three little words. "I Love You. You have no idea how happy that would have made me.”
Just talking about these things now, brought back so many hurtful memories of all the pain and anguish I’d suffered this past four years. How many hours I’d lain awake at night thinking about her; how desperately I had wanted to be able to express my love for her. I was not only fighting to try to keep my voice normal, but as much as I hated to admit it even to myself, I was barely able to keep tears out of my eyes. I had always thought that love was supposed to be such a wonderful and magical feeling, yet it seemed to me that it only caused almost unbearable pain.
“I’m sorry that you have been so miserable, Alan. Maybe there was something else that I could have done, I don’t know. Something you have to realize, and that is when a girl like me wants a boy; we don’t say those three special words. We blush a lot even if you give us a small compliment or we’ll pay attention to all the little things you guys say. A girl wants the boy, no I take that back, she needs him to say those three special words first. All I know for sure is that hurting you is the very last thing in this world that I want to do. Can you ever forgive me?” She asked, looking intently into my eyes. Her lovely face was full of concern and uncertainty, and I felt her tighten the grip she had on my hands.
As deeply hurt as I was feeling at the moment, not only from the memories of the past few years, but also from the knowledge of her having invaded my innermost private thoughts when she told me she had read my diary, I also knew deep down in my heart, that I loved her more than anything in this world. I also knew that I’d never be able to stay mad at her for any length of time, no matter what happened. The realization came to my mind that maybe this was what honest and true love was all about not just the kissing and hugging of another person.
“I guess that I have a lot of growing up to do and also a lot to learn, especially about women. Why are girls are so complicated and mysterious?”
“If you guys consider yourself intelligent, then it should be easy for you to understand us.” She quickly replied as she gave me a little wink.
“Oh yeah.” We both laughed at her comment. However, it served the purpose of easing the tense mood between us. I felt a lot of the tension l had been feeling suddenly disappear. Judging from the now relaxed look on her face, I think that she was feeling the same way.
“There isn’t anything to forgive you for. There is no doubt in my heart that you truly love me, and wouldn’t intentionally say or do anything to hurt me. This is all new to me, and as I said, I know that I have a lot of growing up to do. I know that I love you too, and I hope that you will stand by me and teach me what I need to know about love and relationships.” To show my sincerity, I picked up her hand and kissed it.
The night was turning out to be awesome. It was my first date and I never imagined that dating would be so simple. We had opened our hearts and were sharing our thoughts and deepest emotions with each other. I had lost so much time battling with my emotions, and I know now that I should have confessed them to her a long time ago. She kept giving me chances to make a move, but I always acted like a dumb guy.
“If she had not read the diary, would I have enjoyed this perfect night with my beautiful girl?” I wondered to myself.
“While I was reading your diary, I read a page where you wrote about how much you admired my beautiful body in the mornings. I have to say that I was really flattered.”
“I wrote the truth.”
“Even though I read it, I would like to hear it from you.”
“You mean now? Here? No. No. Oh No never, I couldn’t do that.” I replied, vigorously shaking my head.
“I can’t say those things to you in a public place. They are adult rated words. If anyone heard it...no way.”
“Come on! I reserved this table just for you so that you wouldn’t feel shy. I have just said that I used to leave the door open so that you can watch me while I changed clothes. Did anyone come and ask us why I used to do that? Now don’t act like a baby, tell me. I hope you don’t want to ruin this beautiful night by saying no to my request.” She made those puppy eyes at me and immediately my resolve vanished. How could I say no to her?
“Alright.” I agreed. ”I can’t remember the exact words I had written, but I will try.”
“No problem.” She positioned herself at the table by leaning forward slightly and looking intently at my face. She was giving me her total attention, as if it’s going to be the most important thing I will talk about all evening.
“People say you will wake up feeling fresh if you go to sleep early, but there was another reason behind my eagerness to get to sleep early. As always, I woke up at my favorite time. I quickly washed my face and went to kitchen there I picked up a bottle of milk and bowl of flakes. I was not in the kitchen because I was hungry, but I was there to treat my eyes and mind to a beautiful view, a view of the beautiful girl that I had fell in love with. While I was eagerly waiting for that beautiful view, I heard some footsteps, footsteps of an angel. My heart beat slowly increasing with the sound. The moment had arrived. There she was my angel, my love. She was looking so lovely today. A boy has to be very lucky to have an angel in his life and I am glad that I am that lucky guy. Today she was wearing my favorite white embroidered lace bra and matching panty. She winked at me as if to wish me good morning. I wish I could kiss her to wish her good morning.
“I too wished that.” She said. “Go on.”
“I must admit the way her ass moves, it is definitely worth something to die for. When she bent down to pick up a bottle of juice from the fridge, I just wanted to shove my face between those ass cheeks. She closed the fridge and picked up a glass from the shelf, poured the juice in the glass and sat opposite me. I wasn’t able to look at her properly so I asked her to sit with me on the couch. She sat on the couch, placed her legs on the coffee table and began drinking her juice. As I sat beside her, I felt my hands trying to go inside her panty and play with those beautiful pink lips. My mouth wanted to kiss them. I didn’t want to satisfy my hunger with this stupid bowl of flakes. I wanted to eat that pussy.”
“Mmmmmmm.” She murmured licking her lips.
“My cock was getting harder due to my erotic thoughts. I wish I could just drop my boxers and show her how she drives me crazy. However, as always, I just take a pillow and place it on my lap. I have to tell her, tell her how much I love her. I decide that I am going to tell her right now, but before I can say anything, she gets up and leaves the room. Maybe not today but I will definitely tell her tomorrow, I told myself, which is the same promise I have been making to myself everyday for a long time.”
“Alan, when I read those words in your diary, it made me feel wonderful, so very special. You don’t know how crazy I am for you. To be honest, I never felt so loved. I thought that I would never find someone for whom I would do anything, until I realized how much you loved me. Your love has totally changed me and now I want to do things that I never wanted to before. I want to do everything I can to keep you happy, to keep you close to me.”
I could feel the intensity in the words she was saying and I knew that she was speaking from her heart.
“You don’t have to do anything special for me. Just be with me. That’s all I want from you.” I assured her.
“I know.” She smiled.
“Shall we order some dessert?” I asked. I always like to end my meal with a dessert.
“Yes, but I will give the order.”
“No problem.” I said as I called the waiter. I felt a little strange when she ordered only one dessert and then told the waiter that would be all.
“What about you? Don’t you want to have a dessert?” I asked after he had left.
“I want to but they don’t have the dessert that I want.”
“I think it will take some time for your order to come, and I want to go to the washroom. Will you come with me?”
“Okay.” She held my hand as we walked towards the washroom. I didn’t know what was going on in her mind because I saw her quickly looking in all directions when we reached the washroom door. Before I could ask anything, she quickly shoved me inside the men’s washroom.
“Elena, this is the men’s washroom.” I said quietly but she didn’t answer. She quickly shoved the door shut and pinned me against the wall.
“What are we doing here?” I was feeling a little scared because what if someone had seen the both of us enter, or another man came in. To put my mind at ease, she reached over and locked the door.
“We are here for my dessert.” She calmly said, getting down on her knees. With wide eyes, I watched her undo my belt and the button on my jeans, then, putting her mouth around the zipper, she somehow managed to slide it down.
Just the feel of her hands undoing me, was enough to give me an immediate erection. Pressing her face against my boxers, she nuzzled my now rock hard cock, sending a mighty shock wave rushing through my body. Using only her lips, I felt her nibble along the length of my love handle, which was about to burst through my tightly stretched shorts. Taking a piece of my shorts in her teeth, she pulled the opening apart, immediately allowing my aching manhood to spring free and hit her in the cheek.
“That’s what I want for dessert.” She smiled, looking up at me with those pretty eyes of hers that were full of love.
As she licked and kissed the tip of his head, it immediately sent a huge shock wave rushing throughout my body like a freight train rumbling down the track. As I felt her tongue wrap around the head of my cock and cradle it like you would a baby, a moan came from deep within my trembling body.
With her luscious lips, now snuggly gripping the head, she slowly pushed it into her mouth. I could feel her hot tongue cradling and caressing me as I slid deeper and deeper into her. As her lips slid further down my shaft until she had deep throated my entire cock, my hands were frantically grabbing at something along the wall to support myself, because my knees felt like rubber.
Grasping her shoulders, I used her for support. Her hands had a firm grip on my hips, holding me a prisoner to her burning desires. She held me captive deep within her throat for a few seconds and then started sliding her mouth up and down my shaft. I felt a loud moan starting to form deep within my gasping lungs, but I knew that I had to keep quiet, so I clamped my jaws tightly together and concentrated on watching her, as she gradually bobbed her head up and down my shaft, then going faster and faster.
I stroked my hands through her long silky hair, frantically searching for a way to make this last as long as I could. Nearing that moment when I knew that I couldn’t prolong the ultimate pleasure she seemed determined to give me, I dug my nails deep into her head to tell her it was about time. Even though I had been determined to make this last as long as possible, my body seemed to have other ideas.
“I can’t hold it any longer, Elena.” I gasped through clenched teeth.
Suddenly, with the force of a volcano, I erupted in her mouth. She never missed a stroke as I shot my seed deep into her throat. Taking every drop of her little brother’s cum, she continued sucking my dick. Finally, after licking me clean, she got up, looked me in the eye as she smiled at me.
“I was right. That was better than any dessert from the kitchen.” She said, giving me a sexy smile.
All I could do was to stand there gasping for breath as I weakly smiled back at her. I knew that my face was beaming with joy and happiness.
Stepping up close to me, she cupped my cheeks in her soft hands and gave me a long passionate kiss. The scent of our sex still lingered in the air as we kissed. She cleaned her lips with water and adjusted her hair while standing in front of a mirror. I adjusted my dick inside the boxers and pulled up my pants. As she finished adjusting her hair, I stepped up behind her, and looked over her shoulder. Looking in the mirror, I saw a drop of cum on the side of her cheek.
"Let me clean that for you." I said as I wiped it off using a handkerchief. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, I could see that her usual bright lovely face still had a bit of a flushed look.
“You sure are beautiful.” I whispered in her ear, as I lightly kissed the side of her neck, while at the same time, I let my hands move down over her chest until I was cupping those full mounds of hers in the palms of my hands.
Leaning her head back against my shoulder, I heard her murmur, "You have no idea how wonderful it feels when you hold me this way. I could stand here all day, but I know that we can’t so let’s go before someone notices that we aren’t at our table."
As she unlocked the door, we saw an old man right in front of us. His mouth slowly dropped wide open and his eyes got as big as saucers as we went past him. It was obvious from the look on his face that he knew what we had been doing. Elena gave him a little smile, but I was feeling both embarrassed and proud at the same time. I was proud that this lovely lady was willing to risk everything just to be with me for a few minutes.
Once again, I remembered my manners, and held the chair for her. “Thank you, Alan. You are such a gentleman.” She said smiling up at me. The waiter came with my dessert the moment we sat down at the table.
"We made it back right on time." I remarked as we laughed at the thought of how close we came to not being there when the waiter came. We talked about several things as I slowly ate the dessert. I was in no hurry to finish because the evening was turning out to be so enjoyable. Not only what we had done while in the men’s washroom but just being here with her, sharing our thoughts with each other made this time very special.
The rest of the evening seemed to pass by way to fast, and I hated it when the time finally came and we had to leave. This had been my first date, and even though it had been with my sister whom I loved dearly, I knew that this would be a night, that I would remember for the rest of my life.
I admit that I didn't like it when she paid the bill. I felt bad because I knew that it was supposed to be the man that paid and I had wanted to do everything right. Elena, being the kind thoughtful person she was, understood the reaction and the look on my face. She gave me that disarming smile she has that I have never been able to resist, placed her hand on mine.
"I know what you are thinking, and believe me, I appreciate that, but I really do want to do this. I wanted this evening to be a special treat for you, so please let me. You can pay the bill next time, okay?" She said.
There was no way that I could refuse a request like that, so all I could do was to agree. Just the thought of there being another date with her helped make me feel better. As we were leaving the restaurant, a young couple came in with a little girl, who was probably about nine or ten year’s old, hanging on to her dads hand. She stopped in front of us, briefly looked up at me, then her full attention moved to my sister. Both Elena and I stood there, not knowing what to do or what the little girl had in mind.
The little girl reached out with her hand and touched Elena’s dress. “You sure are pretty.” She said looking up at Elena. “Isn’t she Daddy?”
For a single moment, a look of indecision crossed her father’s face, before he stammered. “Yes, Susan. She is very pretty.”
I had to smile to myself as I saw Elena start to blush at the child’s innocent compliment and her father’s obvious embarrassed answer.
“Thank you, Sir.” Glancing at Susan’s father, she replied.Then looking at Susan she said. “That was such a sweet thing for you to say. Thank you Susan, you are a very pretty girl too. Do you like my dress?”
“Oh, yes. I like it a lot. Mommy, would you to get me one just like she is wearing?” Susan asked, turning to face her mother, who obviously was as shocked by her daughter’s action as the rest of us.
“It is a pretty dress. Maybe tomorrow, we can go shopping and see if we can find one. Okay?” This answer from her mother seemed to satisfy Susan.
By now, her father had recovered from his surprise enough to take control of the situation.
“Come on, Susan, we have held up these nice people long enough.” He said as he pulled her aside and headed into the restaurant.
Not to be outdone, Susan looked back at us and waved. “Bye.”
“Goodbye Susan.” Elena replied, returning her wave.
Not missing the chance to do something, which I loved to do any time I had the opportunity, I held her hand as we walked out of the restaurant.
“I guess I’m not the only person that thinks you are very pretty.” I said, grinning at Elena.
“What a sweet little child.” She replied, as she gave my hand a squeeze.
Reaching our car, I again opened the door for my sister.
“Thank you Alan. If you treat everyone as nice as you have me tonight, I can see that there are going to be a lot of young ladies that will be trying to get your attention.” She said getting in behind the wheel.
Hurrying around to my side of the car, I felt like a real man for the first time in my life. I had just had my first date with a girl and had managed not to embarrass myself by spilling my soup in my lap or anything equally disastrous. I hadn’t forgotten any of the things that Elena had talked to me about over the years, about how a gentleman should treat a lady.
As we drove towards home, the bathroom incident flashed in my mind. My cock was slowly regaining its hardness, as I remembered the fantastic feeling of her magnificent tongue working around my shaft, as she bobbed her head up and down. After we had gone to that beautiful island, I had been on an amazing journey of seemingly endless sex. There has not been even a single day when she hasn’t amazed me with all of her skills in bed. I was glad that I was the one who was receiving all this pleasure from this beautiful girl.
Bringing myself back to the present after thinking about that beautiful incident, I watched the cars pass by us. Soon I realized that we were taking a different route than that we had used to get to the restaurant. As we drove, I realized that we were getting further away from the centre of the city. I could see several motels along the side of the road, lined up one after the other.
“I think we are going in the wrong direction. We are far away from the city." I said, looking both ways.
“I know." She laughed as she glanced over at me.
“What do you mean?"
“There's something I have to take care of." She said.
“Do you have to meet someone?"
“Not really. Just something I should have done a long time ago." She replied, smiling at my obvious confusion. I was very confused. She was hiding something but I wasn't able to figure out what.
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