Line in the Sand
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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,941
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Line in the Sand
Safety: What is mine is mine, what isn't isn't. No profit and no touchy! (c) 2007
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Warning: This story has not been Beta read and the Author has fourth grade spelling and grammar abilities. I try to spell check it but sometimes it doesn't catch
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Content: Adult situation and Adult content
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The Line in the Sand
He was 23 years my senior, almost as old as my own father, but that didn’t bother me. He had been my martial arts instructor for over eight years. He had watched me as I had grown into a young woman. Both of us had a deep connection with each other. He was my teacher and I was his student, even if I hadn’t paid for the class in over two years.
We had a bond that was stronger than most marriages. If you had ever seen the movie “Million Dollar Baby“, that was the relationship we had together. A deep feeling of respect for each other. And that is why I would do anything for him. Anything…
Over the years he began to love me. He loved his wife and was devoted to her, but I could tell that he loved me too. It was a different love. His love for his wife was an unconditional love. But his love for me was somehow purer, more innocent. A love that was built on trust and respect, he didn’t have that with his wife. It wasn’t until I was seventeen that I noticed that he felt this way for me and it creeped me out. But it wasn’t long until I realized that I felt the same way for him.
Do not get me wrong this was not true love. Not the stuff that songs are written about. I would never think about marring the guy. Yech! He had children that were only a few years younger than me. But I did love him.
Over time his touches began to last longer. He loved to play with my long blond hair. He told me on several occasions that if he were not married and my age he would treat me right, show me what a true lover was like. Once he even wrote me a love poem. It wasn’t long but by reading it I could feel him caressing me as if he really was my lover, getting me ready for a long magical night.
I fantasized about him often. I would daydream about him and even create wild fantasies as I would pleasure myself at night. I thought more about him than my crushes that were my age. I often wondered if he ever thought about me. Did he ever wonder what I would be like in bed? What I looked like naked and spread eagle before him? Did he ever think about me as he would lay down with his own wife? Was there ever a moment when in ecstasy that he moaned my name instead of his wife’s and hope to God that she didn’t hear him? I had.
My first was with a boy, same age as me, but still only a boy. Met him in the same martial arts class. Ironic isn’t it? When he had laid down with me it had been awkward. Both of us were virgins and we just didn’t get it together. I don't blame him or me, just what happenes sometimes. He was never able to get a rhythm down and I was too distracted by the car door handle in my back to think about enjoying his very sizeable dick. (i may have been inexperienced but even I could tell it was huge, tall and thick) His foreplay wasn’t to good either. Apparently my breast were turn dials and chew toys. He keep asking me if I felt anything and I almost responded “No! Get the hell off of me!” each time he asked. It was surprising how decpite his impressive size he somehow managed to keep pulling out too much and accidently almost shoving his dick in the wrong hole. Eventually I got tired and just started thinking about my fantasy lover. How sex with him would have been much much better. Only then was I finally able to almost get there. But once I accidentally moaned his name and not the boy’s name, he stopped, mid thrust.
He never asked about it. We just got dressed and he dropped me back at my house. No goodnight kiss or even a “Goodnight” in general. He attended class a few times after that night, but after seeing the man who’s named I had moaned in pleasure and me together he was disgusted. He finally realized how we tended to gravitate to each other, how our touches lasted just a little to long, how our good byes were just a little to heartfelt.
I was happy to see him leave. If he was that bad of a lover I wasn’t interested. What I wanted was a man not a boy. I never knew that I was going to get my wish.
One day he escorted me to my car after class. He said something along the lines of how late it was and how there are many creeps out there that would take advantage of my beautiful young flesh. Not saying anything about how just about nobody would have been able to defeat me in battle after so many years of self-defense training. (unless they had a weapon, of course) So he escorted me. When I got my keys out, only he was there to take advantage of my beautiful young flesh, and that was the way both of us wanted it.
I didn’t want to make the first move but it seemed neither did he. For a few awkward moments tension just built up between us as we stood there. The shadows of the moths flickering near the tall lamppost was the only movement. I sighed and turned around disappointed that he didn’t make his move. I wished him a good night and put my key in the door.
He grabbed my shoulder suddenly, firmly. I stopped, movement and breath. He turned me around and looked into my face. With his other hand he firmly but lightly took hold of my chin. He turned my head side to side looking at me intently as if trying to memorize my features. “Did you know that you are beautiful?” he asked me. My cheeks flushed bringing a smile to his face. He leaned in slowly… so very slowly. But he didn’t connect. He breathed softly on my lips. His warm breath sent shivers up and down my spine. This was the moment. This was the point of no return. Both of us knew that if we continued down this path there was nothing we could do to ‘fix it’. All he had to do was just close that one last half inch of space.
He looked into my eyes. Almost questioningly, making sure that I truly was okay with this, that I wanted it. What he didn’t know was that I Needed it. There was never a time that I was so glad for our bond. Without a word we were able to have this conversation and his smile spread even further. He closed the space between us and wrapped his arms around me.
Our kiss was a deep passion that would be hard to meet. One arm was around my waist pulling me into his body and the other was firmly placed at the nape of my neck, pulling me into our kiss. My arms were just softly draped around his waist. But it wasn’t long before both our hands started to wander. We were pressed too close together to get much anywhere interesting. Although he did seem to enjoy my firm young rear. Although, his was nice as well, very fun to squeeze. But no matter where our arms went our kiss was never broken.
I have no idea how long that first kissed lasted. Seconds? Hours? Or had we been there for days but the sun was polite enough to never rise so that he wouldn’t interrupt our passion?
To this day I have never found a better kisser. His kiss was strong without being overpowering. We didn’t fight against each other for dominance but he wasn’t passive ether. His lips were soft and warm and he smelled vaguely of aftershave despite our recent martial arts class. When he opened his mouth to lick my lips I could feel him asking me for permission. When I let his tongue enter me it was soft and warm and wet. Unlike what I had expected he tasted delicious. It wasn’t a taste from his last meal or of toothpaste but his own very distinct taste. I still remember that taste.
Eventually we did come up for air. When he finally let me go I gasped from the lack of air to my lungs. He smiled as I went slightly limp in his arms. But his well toned arms could easily hold me up.
His eyebrows raised in light concern but I gave him a reassuring kiss and opened the door. For a moment sadness crossed his eyes but when he heard the click of my doors unlocking he smiled again. He let go of me and opened the back door. He stood and waited for me. I gladly slid into the back seat and waited for him.
He slid in after me and closed the door behind him. He looked at me for a moment. I closed the distance between us but he stopped me for a moment. “Are you sure about this?” I smiled and reached under the passenger seat. A small box of condoms was pulled out and he laughed warmly. “I regret that I am not your first, but at least this won’t be painful.” I smiled. If only he knew that after years of martial arts I had broken my hymen years ago and even my first had been painless, physically at least.
I set the box to the side and straddled his lap. There was a bulge slowly beginning to emerge in his lap. It hit me in just the right spot too. I blushed but gently rubbed against it.
He reached up and caressed my neck and cheek with his hand. I nuzzled into him and coyly looked into his eyes. He smiled again and again we closed the gap between us in a deep kiss.
This time we slowly began taking off each others clothes as we did this. We parted only for the sake of getting his wife beater and my T-shirt off each other. Slowly we explored each others bodies with our hands. I went over the ridges and valleys that were his muscles. After a lifetime of athletics he didn’t have a spare ounce of fat on him. His well tones muscles twitched under my ministrations and I laughed to myself. ‘He’s ticklish’ I thought.
He also explored my body. I had always been self-conscious about my weight but I knew I was good looking. I may have been slightly overweight but I had all the right curves. I had a body that most girls would die for. I had a large chest and a round firm rear but my waist was small even though I had extra weight on me. In total I was (and am) 170 pounds but I am proud to say that I don’t look it.
His hands roamed my back and front. Slowly working over the soft fabric of my bra. He lightly teased my nipples bringing them erect. I moaned softly into his mouth as he did so. Slowly he brought his hands back to the clasp of my bra and slowly teased it off my body. Only then did we break away to look at each other.
I drew my breath in quickly. He was even more handsome than I had imagined. His body did not show his age at all. He looked like a man half his age. His broad shoulders were well muscled and tanned. His chest was firm and smooth. He even had a six pack! And because of his thick Asian heritage he had little body hair. He had always had a handsome face and wore his thick black hair long and in a pony tail. Now I saw that he was gorgeous.
Slowly I looked him up and down. I relised he was doing the same to me and I blushed a deep crimson. He moaned my name softly then looked me in my eyes. They were soft in admiration and love. “You are not beautiful.. You are resplendent.” I giggleed lightly and blushed harder. “I thought only men were resplendent, like handsome…” He leaned in and whispered his response. “Trust me, It describes you perfectly.”
He leaned in further and pulled me in with his hands on my back. But instead off kissing me he leaned over and gently took my hardened nipple into his mouth. I gasped in surprise. Unlike the boy I was not a piece of meat to chew on, but a piece of candy to savor.
He teased and pinched, licked and sucked, but never once was it painful. At one time he licked around the nipple and then breathed on it, chilling it and causing me to get goosebumps. As he did this, with the other nipple he tugged gently on with his fingers or would twist softly between his thumb and forefinger, or just slowly roll it.
It wasn’t long before I was throwing my head back and moaning in pleasure. He knew what he was doing and he knew how to do it well.
After a while he switched and sucked on the other tit and then even switched back. I was in heaven. And he had only barely begun.
Slowly his sucking switched to kissing. He began to kiss all over my chest and neck. Starting from my nipple he circled around my breast and started up between them, up the center of my chest leading over to the side of my neck, from the crook in my neck, where he had lingered for more than a moment, up to behind my ear. Gently he began to suck my ear, his toung darting in and gently rolling my lobe or nibbling on the cartilage. Most people were loud when they did this, but not him.
As he slowly made his way up to the shell of my ear he just as slowly started taking off my pants. Inch by inch he pulled them down taking my panties with them. As he sucked on my ear I maneuvered so that he could take them fully off and fling them to the side along with our shirts and my bra.
He then began to remove his own pants. I hooked my fingers at the edge of them and pulled them down with him. We maneuvered so that he too was naked and sitting before me.
Once his manhood was freed it stood tall and proud. The tip glistening just a little to show just how much he too was enjoying our foreplay.
I would have thought that he would have wanted to enter me then but apparently he had something else in mind. He turned me around so that my back was too him and his manhood pressed against my back and I was sitting between his strong muscled legs which I enjoyed rubbing against.
He once again started to slowly massaged my breast and paid close attention to my tits. I kept my arms to my sides and just griped onto his legs throwing my head back against his shoulder rubbing against him slowly and as sultry as I could.
Soon he started down, over my ribs past my stomach with his hands, but instead of continuing south he started towards my sides. I whimpered at his teasing and I felt him smile behind me. “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll get there.” he whispered into my ear then began to nibble it again.
His hands went down my sides and he pushed my legs wide open and began to play with my inner thighs. I could barely take it so for the first time I took the initiative. With one hand I firmly grabbed a fistful of his thick black hair and pulled him in for a kiss. With the other hand I reached behind me and started to pump his flesh. He moaned loudly into my mouth and for a moment he griped painfully onto my thighs, but only for a moment.
In the back of my head I was surprised at how comfortable this position was. Tilting my head and using his shoulder as support I could easily kiss him. If I kept my back arched I could easily reach behind me and keep a steady pumping motion. He moaned into me apparently enjoying me taking my first step.
His hand started for my core and he slowly drew my outer lips open. With his forefinger he found the tight little bundle of nerves and rolled it around slowly. This time I moaned into him. With his other hand he pushed into my waiting core. I wriggled under his hands as he began to slowly begin pumping in and out of me.
He slid a second finger into my dipping center and began to thrust quicker. I started to buck under him. My eyes were rolling inside my head from the building pleasure and he once again thrust in and out of me as if he was trying to stab me. His finger rolling my clit wildly. The pressure built up higher and higher and higher inside my body. I was just about to hit my release when he stopped. I whimpered loudly and bucked against his fingers, begging him to allow me to have my release.
“Not quiet yet. First, it’s my turn?” I turned around as best I could to look at him. Was he asking me? Not telling, but asking? I smiled at him and turned around. “Of course. Give me a moment.” I leaned over the seat and pressed the levers that slid the front seats all the way up so that we had more room. He just sat back and enjoyed the view of me bent over and legs splayed apart. At one point the did start fingering me again but not seriously. “Wow, you have plenty of leg room back here.” I smirked. “It’s a Cadillac, A pimp car needs to have room in it.” He smiled at my joke as I sat on the floor in front of his still splayed legs.
He wasn’t the only one who knew how to tease.
I leaned forward. I licked around one nipple and then the other. I nibbled softly and breathed on the wet surface. Although for males this doesn’t compare to what a woman feels, it is still pleasant. I kissed the tips of his nipples and instead of heading down, the way he wanted me to go, I started my way up. Kissing his hard pecks biting softly on his collar bone. Slowly I made my way up his neck to that very sensitive spot just below and behind his ear. For a moment I stayed there, pressing my chest against his, holding onto his lean thighs for support massing them as I lapped at his ear. “Shall I do what you asked now?” I whispered in a deep sex kitten voice rubbing the nape of his neck as I spoke. I felt the hair there bristle in goose bumps and he moaned out a soft, “Yes.” After one last lick at his ear I started heading down, nibbling at his collar again, passing over his pecks one last time, grazing a nipple, I kissed the small line of hair slowly leading down to his manhood letting the hand that was at the nape of his neck trail slowly after me down the front of his body, where my lips had just been.
Slowly… slowly… kiss… kiss…kiss… letting my lips linger each time I touched him. By this time his member was as stiff as it could get and ready for me. But still I was not there yet. I nuzzled the hair just above it and then at the very base I kissed him. He shuddered and sighed but he was able to hold himself as I continued.
Slowly… slowly… kiss… kiss… kiss… I lead my way from the base to the very top at a torturingly slow pace. Quickly I darted my tongue out to taste the little wetness that had formed at his slit. Then slowly I opened my mouth just a bit and sucked the tip top of his swollen member. Again he shuddered and again he had to hold himself back. I smiled and let my hands trail at his thighs. The control I had over him was wonderful. I could be really mean, if I truly wanted to.
I breathed heat onto the moist top and watched as it quivered at the sensation. He moaned and his head lolled back. I took the head, just the head, into my mouth and started to suck… hard. With all my might I sucked for one second, so that for one second he felt pain and pleasure. He winced a little but other than that he didn’t move. Again I took the head into my mouth this time sucking more gently. Slowly I worked more and more of him into my mouth and slowly he started to buck against my administrations. When I was as deep as I could go without gagging I stopped and just let my tongue roam on his underside. He hissed in pleasure as I continued. I started rocking back and forth, sucking as I pulled out, blowing as I pushed back in. Faster and faster I worked him and soon he had me by the back of the head. What I couldn’t fit in my mouth I pumped with my hand.
Faster… faster… faster… slower… slower… slower… faster… faster… faster… slower…slower… slower… Going back and forth teasing him with my speed. All leading up to a glorious climax. When I was going my absolute fastest, to where the car was rocking, I pushed him deep, deep inside me to where his head hit the back of my throat and once again let my tongue explore the underside of his member at a quick pace.
I never tasted it, he was too far inside me for me to taste it, but with an explosion in my mouth and a loud moan from his lips, he released himself into the back of my throat, holding me tightly by the head with both hands. I didn’t even need to swallow it as the warm liquid slid down. After a moment I felt him go ever so lightly limp and he let go. Knowing just how sensitive he was at the moment I slowly dragged my tongue against him as I pulled off. His eyes went wide in pleasure as I licked the last of his seed off of the tip of his flesh. He hummed pleasantly and just sat reveling in his satisfaction. He looked at me through half lidded eyes and quickly pulled me into a passionate kiss. His soft lips pressed against mine his tongue once again exploring every crevice of my mouth. He took me in his arms and pressed into me.
After just a moment of this he let go and looked deep into my eyes. I looked back at him and smiled. He leaned forward and whispered gently into my ear. “My turn.”
Slowly he lowered me onto the seat of the car. I laid down still looking into his eyes. This time he sat on the floor of the car angling me so that he could more easily reach my inner folds.
Like me, he did not start out where he was going to finish. First he kissed at my belly. His hands pinched ever so slightly at my tits then slowly he worked his way down, past the flats of my stomach down to the hill of my flower.
I had always keep it trimmed, my own personal preference, and he admired how by just spreading my legs apart he could easily get to my inner folds.
Slowly his hands trailed down to between my legs pressing my legs as far apart as they would go. Being a martial artist for so long I was quite limber so he was able to get me quite wide.
Just above my slit, in the center where my thatch would be was a mole. It hadn’t popped out of the skin yet but It was there, dark, and in the very center. As if pointing out a center of interest on a map. “Interesting…” was all he had to say as he smiled and lowered himself to my heated arousal.
From the base of my slit to my clitoris he made one long lick. Slowly he made his way up and ended it with a flick at my clitoris. I shivered and moaned. Immediately I grew wet and was dripping onto the seat below me.
At a mad pace he started lapping at me. I could not tell precisely what he was doing but he too went fast and slow, fast and slow, driving me to delirium in desire. As he continued I started to rub my body as he worked at my dripping core.
As he went faster I pinched my own tits bringing pain and pleasure together in a swirling mix. As he slowed down I would rub my open palms up and down my body and would even massage my own breasts. Fast, slow, fast, slow… I was breathing so hard and so deeply that I began to get light headed from too much oxygen. At intervals he would do something, I still have yet to figure out what, that would bring me such acute pleasure that I would rise up off the seats and gasp at the intenseness. Soon he had me to where I was incapable of even thinking anymore. I was so light headed and delirious from his lapping at my heated, dripping core.
Finally after what seemed like a year of speeding up and slowing down he reached a fever pitch of speed like I had never felt before or since. Licking at me over and over with such a speed that never slowed… All I could do was grab the seats and enjoy the ride.
I arched my back and started to buck underneath him. Still, he never slowed! My mouth gaped as I gasped from pleasure, my mind reeling in it. Still, he never slowed! My legs started to press in, no longer in my control, but he pressed them back down with strong arms. Still, he never slowed! I was reaching a peak and heat and pressure that I had never dreamed of before and STILL, he never slowed!!!
With a bust of white light brighter than the sun. It happened. Fireworks exploded in my head, ears, and mind. My eyes were wide but I saw nothing. It lasted for minuets, hours, …more? Again and again my body shuddered and twitched in the purest delight that I had ever felt. Tremors went up and down my body and I screamed. I screamed loud and clear for all to hear and I didn’t care. It was so good I was in pain. But oh God was it the best pain that I had ever felt. Slowly I started seeing color again. Slowly my head began to clear. Slowly I was able to see his face again. But he was not done.
Like I had done to him he continued. The aftershocks were almost as bad as the original. I jerked as he forced my legs down and forced me to hit time and time again climax after climax. None were as good as the first, but they were by no means anything less than earth shattering.
When he finally licked his last and I was finally able to stop shaking from pleasure, he got up and leaned over me. I was exhausted but I glowed with a happiness that even the stars that were shinning could not outmatch. He leaned into me and we hugged. No more touching or groping, no kissing or nibbling. For a long time we just hugged. Him laying on top of me but not squishing me. We just enjoyed the aftereffects of each others love.
“Are you ready?” He asked. He pulled away from me to look to my eyes. After all that had happened and after all that we had already done together we were still not done. There was nothing more I wanted than to make love to him. I nodded and caressed his cheek. He smiled and lifted one hand to move a stray hair out of my face then caressed my face as well. He leaned in and we kissed, slowly, deeply, passionately.
Soon I could feel his bulge against me again and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I rubbed against his naked body. If only he were two inches higher we would have been making love then but one thing had to be done first. Condom…
I reached for where I had put the box earlier and without breaking our embrace I fiddled with the box until I was able to get one out. Behind his back I tore it open then put the wrapper back in with the box. Still we never broke our kiss. As I let go of his waist with my legs he lifted up so I could put it on him. Slowly I rolled the condom over him and we explore each others mouths as I slowly stroked it into place. I pumped him hard for a little longer to make sure he was good and stiff. Our kiss lasted and then finally we were ready.
He lifted off me slowly and looked into my eyes. After years of loving each other, after years of tension, after years of not being together. This was the moment we were both waiting for, the moment we both wanted, the moment we both needed. He pulled back as he guided himself to my entrance. He rubbed against my clit first to get me wet for plenty of lubrication. We looked into each others eyes and smiled. He pushed in.
It was DIVINE! The head of his member alone stretched me out and I moaned in deep pleasure. I smiled ready in the fact that for the first time ever I was finally going to make love to the man I respected most. The only man in my life that I would do anything for, even sacrifice my own life if he asked for it. The only man that I would ever love this much.
And then he stilled, …and stopped. His head was at my entrance! He was just inside me but only barely. If I were to grab his waist again with my legs and pulled myself up, an easy task, I could have impaled myself on him!
But he had stopped.
And turned away.
“What… What’s wrong?” Suddenly I was confused wasn’t this what we wanted? Wasn’t this why he stepped into my car in the first place for? Wasn’t this the reason that he had escorted me to my car? Sent me the love poem? Lingered in his touch? Wasn’t all of that for this one moment here!?
“I can’t” My core was craving for him like a thirsty man for water. I needed him more than anything else in the world. His head was in me! It would have been so easy to ignore him and just thrust myself on him. Force him to impale me over and over until we both reached a release inside each other. One that would have made our earlier climaxes pale in comparison. All I needed was for him to thrust into me just once and he would have been mine forever! Mine to love and to cherish forever and always! And I would have been his! Just the two of us together, forever!
But I did nothing.
I reached up and turned his face to look at me. He looked heartbroken as he searched my eyes.
That was the problem wasn’t it? When we had kissed that was not the final line, the place of no return. When we had touched, that had not been the final line. When I had gone down on him and he had gone down on me, that had not been the final line. Here, where we were, that was the final line. If he had just slid himself into me, as amazingly wonderful as it would have been, it would not have been just sex. It would have been love. Not just that respectful love that we have had for each other. No it would be the love that you shared with a spouse. A spouse that he already had.
My core screamed against me. ‘Just do it! Find your release! Make him make love to you! MAKE HIM LOVE YOU!!!’ But I slide out from underneath him and sat up. “I understand.” He sat up too and looked at me. “Thank you.” He leaned forward and embraced me again. Holding me around the waist with one hand and the other at the nape of my neck. “I love you.” He said to me softly and sweetly in my ear. “I love you too” I whispered back.
We had seen the line drawn in the sand. We had thought we had crossed it, but we hadn’t. When we had realized where that line was, we weren’t able to cross it. For if we had we would have fallen in love with each other. We did love each other… deeply. But the truth was were weren’t allowed to be in love with each other. No, for that alone he should only feel for his wife. And someday my heart would be filled with the thoughts and ideas of another man. Someone who wasn’t him.
We saw the line in the sand. We did not make love to each other but I think I did fall in love with him there, when he refused to enter me. I don’t know if he came to the same conclusion but I never saw him after that night. He retired from teaching martial arts from our studio. He moved to a different part of the city. Just far enough away that his kids didn’t have to change schools but far enough away that he wouldn’t bump into me again.
I didn’t hate him for it either. Other girls… other women would have grown bitter and resentful. No, I loved that he gave me a chance to see what the shape, taste, color and texture of real love is, true love. While other young women will go their lives wondering when will they know when they have meet the right man? When can they know that they truly had fallen in love? When will they know that they want to spend the rest of their lives with one man and only that one man? I will know what I am looking for, for I had had it once, if only a moment.
*Man I thought I got most of my errors last time apparently not*
second re-edit 2009
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This is based on the true life relationship between me and my martial arts teacher. Nothing ever did happen between us but I believe that if it did it would go something like this. I do wish this had happened though. He did move away like in the story but we still keep in contact and we still send poems to each other. We don't write love poems, just poems.
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Warning: This story has not been Beta read and the Author has fourth grade spelling and grammar abilities. I try to spell check it but sometimes it doesn't catch
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Content: Adult situation and Adult content
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The Line in the Sand
He was 23 years my senior, almost as old as my own father, but that didn’t bother me. He had been my martial arts instructor for over eight years. He had watched me as I had grown into a young woman. Both of us had a deep connection with each other. He was my teacher and I was his student, even if I hadn’t paid for the class in over two years.
We had a bond that was stronger than most marriages. If you had ever seen the movie “Million Dollar Baby“, that was the relationship we had together. A deep feeling of respect for each other. And that is why I would do anything for him. Anything…
Over the years he began to love me. He loved his wife and was devoted to her, but I could tell that he loved me too. It was a different love. His love for his wife was an unconditional love. But his love for me was somehow purer, more innocent. A love that was built on trust and respect, he didn’t have that with his wife. It wasn’t until I was seventeen that I noticed that he felt this way for me and it creeped me out. But it wasn’t long until I realized that I felt the same way for him.
Do not get me wrong this was not true love. Not the stuff that songs are written about. I would never think about marring the guy. Yech! He had children that were only a few years younger than me. But I did love him.
Over time his touches began to last longer. He loved to play with my long blond hair. He told me on several occasions that if he were not married and my age he would treat me right, show me what a true lover was like. Once he even wrote me a love poem. It wasn’t long but by reading it I could feel him caressing me as if he really was my lover, getting me ready for a long magical night.
I fantasized about him often. I would daydream about him and even create wild fantasies as I would pleasure myself at night. I thought more about him than my crushes that were my age. I often wondered if he ever thought about me. Did he ever wonder what I would be like in bed? What I looked like naked and spread eagle before him? Did he ever think about me as he would lay down with his own wife? Was there ever a moment when in ecstasy that he moaned my name instead of his wife’s and hope to God that she didn’t hear him? I had.
My first was with a boy, same age as me, but still only a boy. Met him in the same martial arts class. Ironic isn’t it? When he had laid down with me it had been awkward. Both of us were virgins and we just didn’t get it together. I don't blame him or me, just what happenes sometimes. He was never able to get a rhythm down and I was too distracted by the car door handle in my back to think about enjoying his very sizeable dick. (i may have been inexperienced but even I could tell it was huge, tall and thick) His foreplay wasn’t to good either. Apparently my breast were turn dials and chew toys. He keep asking me if I felt anything and I almost responded “No! Get the hell off of me!” each time he asked. It was surprising how decpite his impressive size he somehow managed to keep pulling out too much and accidently almost shoving his dick in the wrong hole. Eventually I got tired and just started thinking about my fantasy lover. How sex with him would have been much much better. Only then was I finally able to almost get there. But once I accidentally moaned his name and not the boy’s name, he stopped, mid thrust.
He never asked about it. We just got dressed and he dropped me back at my house. No goodnight kiss or even a “Goodnight” in general. He attended class a few times after that night, but after seeing the man who’s named I had moaned in pleasure and me together he was disgusted. He finally realized how we tended to gravitate to each other, how our touches lasted just a little to long, how our good byes were just a little to heartfelt.
I was happy to see him leave. If he was that bad of a lover I wasn’t interested. What I wanted was a man not a boy. I never knew that I was going to get my wish.
One day he escorted me to my car after class. He said something along the lines of how late it was and how there are many creeps out there that would take advantage of my beautiful young flesh. Not saying anything about how just about nobody would have been able to defeat me in battle after so many years of self-defense training. (unless they had a weapon, of course) So he escorted me. When I got my keys out, only he was there to take advantage of my beautiful young flesh, and that was the way both of us wanted it.
I didn’t want to make the first move but it seemed neither did he. For a few awkward moments tension just built up between us as we stood there. The shadows of the moths flickering near the tall lamppost was the only movement. I sighed and turned around disappointed that he didn’t make his move. I wished him a good night and put my key in the door.
He grabbed my shoulder suddenly, firmly. I stopped, movement and breath. He turned me around and looked into my face. With his other hand he firmly but lightly took hold of my chin. He turned my head side to side looking at me intently as if trying to memorize my features. “Did you know that you are beautiful?” he asked me. My cheeks flushed bringing a smile to his face. He leaned in slowly… so very slowly. But he didn’t connect. He breathed softly on my lips. His warm breath sent shivers up and down my spine. This was the moment. This was the point of no return. Both of us knew that if we continued down this path there was nothing we could do to ‘fix it’. All he had to do was just close that one last half inch of space.
He looked into my eyes. Almost questioningly, making sure that I truly was okay with this, that I wanted it. What he didn’t know was that I Needed it. There was never a time that I was so glad for our bond. Without a word we were able to have this conversation and his smile spread even further. He closed the space between us and wrapped his arms around me.
Our kiss was a deep passion that would be hard to meet. One arm was around my waist pulling me into his body and the other was firmly placed at the nape of my neck, pulling me into our kiss. My arms were just softly draped around his waist. But it wasn’t long before both our hands started to wander. We were pressed too close together to get much anywhere interesting. Although he did seem to enjoy my firm young rear. Although, his was nice as well, very fun to squeeze. But no matter where our arms went our kiss was never broken.
I have no idea how long that first kissed lasted. Seconds? Hours? Or had we been there for days but the sun was polite enough to never rise so that he wouldn’t interrupt our passion?
To this day I have never found a better kisser. His kiss was strong without being overpowering. We didn’t fight against each other for dominance but he wasn’t passive ether. His lips were soft and warm and he smelled vaguely of aftershave despite our recent martial arts class. When he opened his mouth to lick my lips I could feel him asking me for permission. When I let his tongue enter me it was soft and warm and wet. Unlike what I had expected he tasted delicious. It wasn’t a taste from his last meal or of toothpaste but his own very distinct taste. I still remember that taste.
Eventually we did come up for air. When he finally let me go I gasped from the lack of air to my lungs. He smiled as I went slightly limp in his arms. But his well toned arms could easily hold me up.
His eyebrows raised in light concern but I gave him a reassuring kiss and opened the door. For a moment sadness crossed his eyes but when he heard the click of my doors unlocking he smiled again. He let go of me and opened the back door. He stood and waited for me. I gladly slid into the back seat and waited for him.
He slid in after me and closed the door behind him. He looked at me for a moment. I closed the distance between us but he stopped me for a moment. “Are you sure about this?” I smiled and reached under the passenger seat. A small box of condoms was pulled out and he laughed warmly. “I regret that I am not your first, but at least this won’t be painful.” I smiled. If only he knew that after years of martial arts I had broken my hymen years ago and even my first had been painless, physically at least.
I set the box to the side and straddled his lap. There was a bulge slowly beginning to emerge in his lap. It hit me in just the right spot too. I blushed but gently rubbed against it.
He reached up and caressed my neck and cheek with his hand. I nuzzled into him and coyly looked into his eyes. He smiled again and again we closed the gap between us in a deep kiss.
This time we slowly began taking off each others clothes as we did this. We parted only for the sake of getting his wife beater and my T-shirt off each other. Slowly we explored each others bodies with our hands. I went over the ridges and valleys that were his muscles. After a lifetime of athletics he didn’t have a spare ounce of fat on him. His well tones muscles twitched under my ministrations and I laughed to myself. ‘He’s ticklish’ I thought.
He also explored my body. I had always been self-conscious about my weight but I knew I was good looking. I may have been slightly overweight but I had all the right curves. I had a body that most girls would die for. I had a large chest and a round firm rear but my waist was small even though I had extra weight on me. In total I was (and am) 170 pounds but I am proud to say that I don’t look it.
His hands roamed my back and front. Slowly working over the soft fabric of my bra. He lightly teased my nipples bringing them erect. I moaned softly into his mouth as he did so. Slowly he brought his hands back to the clasp of my bra and slowly teased it off my body. Only then did we break away to look at each other.
I drew my breath in quickly. He was even more handsome than I had imagined. His body did not show his age at all. He looked like a man half his age. His broad shoulders were well muscled and tanned. His chest was firm and smooth. He even had a six pack! And because of his thick Asian heritage he had little body hair. He had always had a handsome face and wore his thick black hair long and in a pony tail. Now I saw that he was gorgeous.
Slowly I looked him up and down. I relised he was doing the same to me and I blushed a deep crimson. He moaned my name softly then looked me in my eyes. They were soft in admiration and love. “You are not beautiful.. You are resplendent.” I giggleed lightly and blushed harder. “I thought only men were resplendent, like handsome…” He leaned in and whispered his response. “Trust me, It describes you perfectly.”
He leaned in further and pulled me in with his hands on my back. But instead off kissing me he leaned over and gently took my hardened nipple into his mouth. I gasped in surprise. Unlike the boy I was not a piece of meat to chew on, but a piece of candy to savor.
He teased and pinched, licked and sucked, but never once was it painful. At one time he licked around the nipple and then breathed on it, chilling it and causing me to get goosebumps. As he did this, with the other nipple he tugged gently on with his fingers or would twist softly between his thumb and forefinger, or just slowly roll it.
It wasn’t long before I was throwing my head back and moaning in pleasure. He knew what he was doing and he knew how to do it well.
After a while he switched and sucked on the other tit and then even switched back. I was in heaven. And he had only barely begun.
Slowly his sucking switched to kissing. He began to kiss all over my chest and neck. Starting from my nipple he circled around my breast and started up between them, up the center of my chest leading over to the side of my neck, from the crook in my neck, where he had lingered for more than a moment, up to behind my ear. Gently he began to suck my ear, his toung darting in and gently rolling my lobe or nibbling on the cartilage. Most people were loud when they did this, but not him.
As he slowly made his way up to the shell of my ear he just as slowly started taking off my pants. Inch by inch he pulled them down taking my panties with them. As he sucked on my ear I maneuvered so that he could take them fully off and fling them to the side along with our shirts and my bra.
He then began to remove his own pants. I hooked my fingers at the edge of them and pulled them down with him. We maneuvered so that he too was naked and sitting before me.
Once his manhood was freed it stood tall and proud. The tip glistening just a little to show just how much he too was enjoying our foreplay.
I would have thought that he would have wanted to enter me then but apparently he had something else in mind. He turned me around so that my back was too him and his manhood pressed against my back and I was sitting between his strong muscled legs which I enjoyed rubbing against.
He once again started to slowly massaged my breast and paid close attention to my tits. I kept my arms to my sides and just griped onto his legs throwing my head back against his shoulder rubbing against him slowly and as sultry as I could.
Soon he started down, over my ribs past my stomach with his hands, but instead of continuing south he started towards my sides. I whimpered at his teasing and I felt him smile behind me. “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll get there.” he whispered into my ear then began to nibble it again.
His hands went down my sides and he pushed my legs wide open and began to play with my inner thighs. I could barely take it so for the first time I took the initiative. With one hand I firmly grabbed a fistful of his thick black hair and pulled him in for a kiss. With the other hand I reached behind me and started to pump his flesh. He moaned loudly into my mouth and for a moment he griped painfully onto my thighs, but only for a moment.
In the back of my head I was surprised at how comfortable this position was. Tilting my head and using his shoulder as support I could easily kiss him. If I kept my back arched I could easily reach behind me and keep a steady pumping motion. He moaned into me apparently enjoying me taking my first step.
His hand started for my core and he slowly drew my outer lips open. With his forefinger he found the tight little bundle of nerves and rolled it around slowly. This time I moaned into him. With his other hand he pushed into my waiting core. I wriggled under his hands as he began to slowly begin pumping in and out of me.
He slid a second finger into my dipping center and began to thrust quicker. I started to buck under him. My eyes were rolling inside my head from the building pleasure and he once again thrust in and out of me as if he was trying to stab me. His finger rolling my clit wildly. The pressure built up higher and higher and higher inside my body. I was just about to hit my release when he stopped. I whimpered loudly and bucked against his fingers, begging him to allow me to have my release.
“Not quiet yet. First, it’s my turn?” I turned around as best I could to look at him. Was he asking me? Not telling, but asking? I smiled at him and turned around. “Of course. Give me a moment.” I leaned over the seat and pressed the levers that slid the front seats all the way up so that we had more room. He just sat back and enjoyed the view of me bent over and legs splayed apart. At one point the did start fingering me again but not seriously. “Wow, you have plenty of leg room back here.” I smirked. “It’s a Cadillac, A pimp car needs to have room in it.” He smiled at my joke as I sat on the floor in front of his still splayed legs.
He wasn’t the only one who knew how to tease.
I leaned forward. I licked around one nipple and then the other. I nibbled softly and breathed on the wet surface. Although for males this doesn’t compare to what a woman feels, it is still pleasant. I kissed the tips of his nipples and instead of heading down, the way he wanted me to go, I started my way up. Kissing his hard pecks biting softly on his collar bone. Slowly I made my way up his neck to that very sensitive spot just below and behind his ear. For a moment I stayed there, pressing my chest against his, holding onto his lean thighs for support massing them as I lapped at his ear. “Shall I do what you asked now?” I whispered in a deep sex kitten voice rubbing the nape of his neck as I spoke. I felt the hair there bristle in goose bumps and he moaned out a soft, “Yes.” After one last lick at his ear I started heading down, nibbling at his collar again, passing over his pecks one last time, grazing a nipple, I kissed the small line of hair slowly leading down to his manhood letting the hand that was at the nape of his neck trail slowly after me down the front of his body, where my lips had just been.
Slowly… slowly… kiss… kiss…kiss… letting my lips linger each time I touched him. By this time his member was as stiff as it could get and ready for me. But still I was not there yet. I nuzzled the hair just above it and then at the very base I kissed him. He shuddered and sighed but he was able to hold himself as I continued.
Slowly… slowly… kiss… kiss… kiss… I lead my way from the base to the very top at a torturingly slow pace. Quickly I darted my tongue out to taste the little wetness that had formed at his slit. Then slowly I opened my mouth just a bit and sucked the tip top of his swollen member. Again he shuddered and again he had to hold himself back. I smiled and let my hands trail at his thighs. The control I had over him was wonderful. I could be really mean, if I truly wanted to.
I breathed heat onto the moist top and watched as it quivered at the sensation. He moaned and his head lolled back. I took the head, just the head, into my mouth and started to suck… hard. With all my might I sucked for one second, so that for one second he felt pain and pleasure. He winced a little but other than that he didn’t move. Again I took the head into my mouth this time sucking more gently. Slowly I worked more and more of him into my mouth and slowly he started to buck against my administrations. When I was as deep as I could go without gagging I stopped and just let my tongue roam on his underside. He hissed in pleasure as I continued. I started rocking back and forth, sucking as I pulled out, blowing as I pushed back in. Faster and faster I worked him and soon he had me by the back of the head. What I couldn’t fit in my mouth I pumped with my hand.
Faster… faster… faster… slower… slower… slower… faster… faster… faster… slower…slower… slower… Going back and forth teasing him with my speed. All leading up to a glorious climax. When I was going my absolute fastest, to where the car was rocking, I pushed him deep, deep inside me to where his head hit the back of my throat and once again let my tongue explore the underside of his member at a quick pace.
I never tasted it, he was too far inside me for me to taste it, but with an explosion in my mouth and a loud moan from his lips, he released himself into the back of my throat, holding me tightly by the head with both hands. I didn’t even need to swallow it as the warm liquid slid down. After a moment I felt him go ever so lightly limp and he let go. Knowing just how sensitive he was at the moment I slowly dragged my tongue against him as I pulled off. His eyes went wide in pleasure as I licked the last of his seed off of the tip of his flesh. He hummed pleasantly and just sat reveling in his satisfaction. He looked at me through half lidded eyes and quickly pulled me into a passionate kiss. His soft lips pressed against mine his tongue once again exploring every crevice of my mouth. He took me in his arms and pressed into me.
After just a moment of this he let go and looked deep into my eyes. I looked back at him and smiled. He leaned forward and whispered gently into my ear. “My turn.”
Slowly he lowered me onto the seat of the car. I laid down still looking into his eyes. This time he sat on the floor of the car angling me so that he could more easily reach my inner folds.
Like me, he did not start out where he was going to finish. First he kissed at my belly. His hands pinched ever so slightly at my tits then slowly he worked his way down, past the flats of my stomach down to the hill of my flower.
I had always keep it trimmed, my own personal preference, and he admired how by just spreading my legs apart he could easily get to my inner folds.
Slowly his hands trailed down to between my legs pressing my legs as far apart as they would go. Being a martial artist for so long I was quite limber so he was able to get me quite wide.
Just above my slit, in the center where my thatch would be was a mole. It hadn’t popped out of the skin yet but It was there, dark, and in the very center. As if pointing out a center of interest on a map. “Interesting…” was all he had to say as he smiled and lowered himself to my heated arousal.
From the base of my slit to my clitoris he made one long lick. Slowly he made his way up and ended it with a flick at my clitoris. I shivered and moaned. Immediately I grew wet and was dripping onto the seat below me.
At a mad pace he started lapping at me. I could not tell precisely what he was doing but he too went fast and slow, fast and slow, driving me to delirium in desire. As he continued I started to rub my body as he worked at my dripping core.
As he went faster I pinched my own tits bringing pain and pleasure together in a swirling mix. As he slowed down I would rub my open palms up and down my body and would even massage my own breasts. Fast, slow, fast, slow… I was breathing so hard and so deeply that I began to get light headed from too much oxygen. At intervals he would do something, I still have yet to figure out what, that would bring me such acute pleasure that I would rise up off the seats and gasp at the intenseness. Soon he had me to where I was incapable of even thinking anymore. I was so light headed and delirious from his lapping at my heated, dripping core.
Finally after what seemed like a year of speeding up and slowing down he reached a fever pitch of speed like I had never felt before or since. Licking at me over and over with such a speed that never slowed… All I could do was grab the seats and enjoy the ride.
I arched my back and started to buck underneath him. Still, he never slowed! My mouth gaped as I gasped from pleasure, my mind reeling in it. Still, he never slowed! My legs started to press in, no longer in my control, but he pressed them back down with strong arms. Still, he never slowed! I was reaching a peak and heat and pressure that I had never dreamed of before and STILL, he never slowed!!!
With a bust of white light brighter than the sun. It happened. Fireworks exploded in my head, ears, and mind. My eyes were wide but I saw nothing. It lasted for minuets, hours, …more? Again and again my body shuddered and twitched in the purest delight that I had ever felt. Tremors went up and down my body and I screamed. I screamed loud and clear for all to hear and I didn’t care. It was so good I was in pain. But oh God was it the best pain that I had ever felt. Slowly I started seeing color again. Slowly my head began to clear. Slowly I was able to see his face again. But he was not done.
Like I had done to him he continued. The aftershocks were almost as bad as the original. I jerked as he forced my legs down and forced me to hit time and time again climax after climax. None were as good as the first, but they were by no means anything less than earth shattering.
When he finally licked his last and I was finally able to stop shaking from pleasure, he got up and leaned over me. I was exhausted but I glowed with a happiness that even the stars that were shinning could not outmatch. He leaned into me and we hugged. No more touching or groping, no kissing or nibbling. For a long time we just hugged. Him laying on top of me but not squishing me. We just enjoyed the aftereffects of each others love.
“Are you ready?” He asked. He pulled away from me to look to my eyes. After all that had happened and after all that we had already done together we were still not done. There was nothing more I wanted than to make love to him. I nodded and caressed his cheek. He smiled and lifted one hand to move a stray hair out of my face then caressed my face as well. He leaned in and we kissed, slowly, deeply, passionately.
Soon I could feel his bulge against me again and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I rubbed against his naked body. If only he were two inches higher we would have been making love then but one thing had to be done first. Condom…
I reached for where I had put the box earlier and without breaking our embrace I fiddled with the box until I was able to get one out. Behind his back I tore it open then put the wrapper back in with the box. Still we never broke our kiss. As I let go of his waist with my legs he lifted up so I could put it on him. Slowly I rolled the condom over him and we explore each others mouths as I slowly stroked it into place. I pumped him hard for a little longer to make sure he was good and stiff. Our kiss lasted and then finally we were ready.
He lifted off me slowly and looked into my eyes. After years of loving each other, after years of tension, after years of not being together. This was the moment we were both waiting for, the moment we both wanted, the moment we both needed. He pulled back as he guided himself to my entrance. He rubbed against my clit first to get me wet for plenty of lubrication. We looked into each others eyes and smiled. He pushed in.
It was DIVINE! The head of his member alone stretched me out and I moaned in deep pleasure. I smiled ready in the fact that for the first time ever I was finally going to make love to the man I respected most. The only man in my life that I would do anything for, even sacrifice my own life if he asked for it. The only man that I would ever love this much.
And then he stilled, …and stopped. His head was at my entrance! He was just inside me but only barely. If I were to grab his waist again with my legs and pulled myself up, an easy task, I could have impaled myself on him!
But he had stopped.
And turned away.
“What… What’s wrong?” Suddenly I was confused wasn’t this what we wanted? Wasn’t this why he stepped into my car in the first place for? Wasn’t this the reason that he had escorted me to my car? Sent me the love poem? Lingered in his touch? Wasn’t all of that for this one moment here!?
“I can’t” My core was craving for him like a thirsty man for water. I needed him more than anything else in the world. His head was in me! It would have been so easy to ignore him and just thrust myself on him. Force him to impale me over and over until we both reached a release inside each other. One that would have made our earlier climaxes pale in comparison. All I needed was for him to thrust into me just once and he would have been mine forever! Mine to love and to cherish forever and always! And I would have been his! Just the two of us together, forever!
But I did nothing.
I reached up and turned his face to look at me. He looked heartbroken as he searched my eyes.
That was the problem wasn’t it? When we had kissed that was not the final line, the place of no return. When we had touched, that had not been the final line. When I had gone down on him and he had gone down on me, that had not been the final line. Here, where we were, that was the final line. If he had just slid himself into me, as amazingly wonderful as it would have been, it would not have been just sex. It would have been love. Not just that respectful love that we have had for each other. No it would be the love that you shared with a spouse. A spouse that he already had.
My core screamed against me. ‘Just do it! Find your release! Make him make love to you! MAKE HIM LOVE YOU!!!’ But I slide out from underneath him and sat up. “I understand.” He sat up too and looked at me. “Thank you.” He leaned forward and embraced me again. Holding me around the waist with one hand and the other at the nape of my neck. “I love you.” He said to me softly and sweetly in my ear. “I love you too” I whispered back.
We had seen the line drawn in the sand. We had thought we had crossed it, but we hadn’t. When we had realized where that line was, we weren’t able to cross it. For if we had we would have fallen in love with each other. We did love each other… deeply. But the truth was were weren’t allowed to be in love with each other. No, for that alone he should only feel for his wife. And someday my heart would be filled with the thoughts and ideas of another man. Someone who wasn’t him.
We saw the line in the sand. We did not make love to each other but I think I did fall in love with him there, when he refused to enter me. I don’t know if he came to the same conclusion but I never saw him after that night. He retired from teaching martial arts from our studio. He moved to a different part of the city. Just far enough away that his kids didn’t have to change schools but far enough away that he wouldn’t bump into me again.
I didn’t hate him for it either. Other girls… other women would have grown bitter and resentful. No, I loved that he gave me a chance to see what the shape, taste, color and texture of real love is, true love. While other young women will go their lives wondering when will they know when they have meet the right man? When can they know that they truly had fallen in love? When will they know that they want to spend the rest of their lives with one man and only that one man? I will know what I am looking for, for I had had it once, if only a moment.
*Man I thought I got most of my errors last time apparently not*
second re-edit 2009
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This is based on the true life relationship between me and my martial arts teacher. Nothing ever did happen between us but I believe that if it did it would go something like this. I do wish this had happened though. He did move away like in the story but we still keep in contact and we still send poems to each other. We don't write love poems, just poems.