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They saved each other that day.
Becca lay on her side in front of the fireplace. He lay right behind her, caressing her hip, moving his chest into her back. They were both naked with the only light from the room being the flames from the flickering fire. He reached around and caressed her full breast, teasing her nipple gently between his fingers. She smiled and sighed contentedly, knowing that he wanted her.

This day had taken so many turns. Becca thought about how the day began. This morning, she was sitting in a writer's conference at the local university. There were more than a hundred young writers there hoping for a few tips from some polished pros. Becca definitely considered herself a novice, but was excited for any information she could get to get better at the craft.

The panelists droned on and on about agents and movie rights. It turned out the session was more about publishing and money than writing. Becca was disappointed and decided to ask a question to steer the discussion back to the subject at hand. Two of the panelists dismissed her condescendingly. The third sat silent. Becca's feelings were hurt. She sank down in her seat.

When the session ended, she tried to leave quickly, but was stopped by the third panelist. "Excuse me, young lady. My name is Alan Bryant. I want to apologize for my colleagues. I thought they treated you quite poorly."

She looked up into his bluish gray eyes for the first time and saw him smiling at her. He was in his late forties or early fifties and was quite handsome. She liked his sandy hair, mustache and neatly trimmed beard. He looked very scholarly.

"It's okay. I guess I was asking the wrong questions," she said.

"Hardly. This is a writing symposium, not a publishing symposium. I wish I would have had the nerve to do what you did. You tried to get us back where we belonged," he said. She smiled at the compliment, but dropped her eyes shyly.

"Would you permit me to buy you a cup of coffee or tea?" he said hopefully. "It could give us a chance to talk about writing."

She agreed and was flattered by his interest. They headed to a nearby coffee shop. They did talk a little about writing, but ended up spending most of the time just getting to know each other.

He found out that she was a 21-year old college student who enjoyed writing and reading, but was woefully low on self confidence. He could tell that she was concerned with her weight and her looks. He didn't mind her figure at all. In fact, he loved her curves and her luscious breasts, but he loved her pretty smile most of all.

She discovered that his wife had died seven months ago. She had been the love of his life and his world was just beginning to open up again after a long, dark period. She found him to be kind and sensitive. She had never felt so comfortable with a man. She found herself hanging on his every word.

As they finished their third cup, they realized that they had been talking for hours. They decided to leave. Becca stepped out of the shop first as he held the door for her. As they walked to the corner, they saw two young, scruffy men blocking the sidewalk.

"Look at you," the taller man said menacingly to Becca. "Are you taking grandpa for a walk?"

Alan said, "C'mon guys. Just let the lady by. We don't want any trouble."

The shorter man grabbed Alan's arm and said, "We are going to get some of those big tits and you can't do anything about it, old man."

Alan shook his arm free and backhanded the shorter man, knocking him to the ground. Becca’s heart raced as the taller man threw a punch at Alan. She screamed. Alan blocked the punch and countered with a right hand to the man’s midsection. Alan grabbed Becca’s hand and the two rushed to his car. As they got in, Becca noticed the two men scrambling towards them. Alan sped off, leaving them trailing behind. Becca could feel the adrenaline pumping through her body.

She looked over at him.”Are you okay,” she said.

Alan smiled, “Yeah, I’m fine. Are you okay? They didn’t frighten you too badly. Did they?”

She told him that her heart was racing and that she had never had anything like that happen to her before. “You were so brave. How did you know how to do that?” she said.

“My father boxed in the Navy. He taught me a few things,” Alan laughed. “I still spar a little to stay in shape.”

Becca exhaled deeply, finally letting the tension of the moment go. He noticed that she was trembling. “Would you be interested in a drink at my place?” he said.

“Are you sure it’s not too much trouble? “she said shyly.

“Not at all. I think we’ve both earned a drink today,” he said.

“Okay. I really don’t want to be alone right now,” she admitted. She felt safe with him and wanted to stay in his company. The thought of being alone again in her apartment set her nerves on edge.

He nodded and smiled reassuringly. He drove to his hotel. As they walked to his room, he took her hand. She smiled and squeezed it, feeling so close and comfortable with him. As they rode in the elevator, their eyes met. He leaned and kissed her lips softly and smiled. “I’ve been wanting to do that all day,” he said.

She smiled and kissed him back more deeply. She thought that it was so odd that she had just met him today and that being with him now just seemed so natural and perfect and right. As the elevator reached the top floor, he took her hand and led her to his room. He fumbled with the key card. As soon as they were in the room, they embraced and kissed again. He loved the taste and the softness of her lips as the both moaned softly.

She loved having his strong arms around her. She had never felt so safe and protected before in her life. He broke the kiss, and then kissed her again and again. Each kiss tenderly caressed her lips. They were short, sweet, loving kisses and each one brought a smile to Becca’s warm face.

“Would you like that drink now, Becca?” he said.

She smiled, “No need. I think your kisses are intoxicating enough.” They both laughed.

He kissed her again. His lips moved across her jawline and nuzzled her neck. She sighed deeply, loving the attention. His hands grabbed her blouse and pulled it over her head. He admired the black, lacy bra against her smooth skin. He kissed in between her ample breasts. She unfastened her bra without hesitation. He moaned involuntarily as he kissed and caressed her. He licked and sucked her firm nipples hungrily as she began helping him off with his shirt.

Soon both were naked from the waist up, their bodies locked in a warm embrace. He backed her up against the foot of the bed. She sat down on the edge and looked up at him, caressing his stomach and his barrel chest.

“Climb up on the bed, baby. I’ll be right back,” he said. He turned toward the fireplace and flipped on the switch. The fake fire flickered on. He turned out the overhead light and made his way back to the bed.

When he saw Becca, he noticed that she had taken off her shoes and slacks and had moved to the center of the bed. Her pretty blond hair, which had been up, was hanging down and cascading around her shoulders. Her right hand was slowing stroking her black panty-covered pussy. She looked unbelievably erotic to him.

He quickly removed the rest of his clothes and moved to join her on the bed. He moved between her legs, kissing her inner thighs. She spread her legs wider for him. He pushed his tongue into her panties, feeling her drenched pussy lips through the materials. She gasped loudly with pleasure, but couldn’t wait any longer. She needed him.

“Come here, now,” she begged. “I need you inside of me.”

He pulled the lace panties down over her hips and moved up between her thighs. His thick cock parted her wet pussy lips and stretched her wonderfully as he sunk deep inside of her. She moaned loudly and wrapped her arms and legs around him. Her fingernails raked his back as the first orgasm ripped through her body. He sensed her climax and slowed his pace.

“Oh, Alan. Take me. Yes. Yes. Yes,” She growled passionately in his ear.

He increased his tempo again and felt himself getting close to his own orgasm. She rolled her slightly, allowing him to go deeper inside of her. Her pussy squeezed his cock tightly as they both climaxed. They continued moving together, each stroke a little slower than the last as they both caught their breaths. He rolled to her side and continued to caress her.

“Care for that drink now, Luv?” he said.

She smiled and nodded. He got up and poured them each a brandy from the mini bar. “Would you like to take your brandy by the fire, Becca?”

She grinned and snatched the fluffy blanket from the bed. They worked together to spread it out before the fire. They sat next to each other and sipped their drinks. The alcohol warmed them as much as the fire, but not as much as the burning tenderness that they felt for each other. They smiled and shared some warm kisses between drinks. Very little was said. They needed no more words. They had already shared so much.

Becca yawned and lay on her side in front of the fire. As he moved behind her, she smiled. He kissed the back of her neck and caressed her hip. She felt safe and secure and loved. He felt an openness and warmth that he thought that he would never feel again. They both were rescued.

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