Standard disclaimer: This story contains adult language and explicit sexual situations and is NOT intended for minors. If you are a minor or offended by material of a sexual nature, do not continue reading.
Copywrite 1998 by Carisa and Rick. Comments to Rick
Carisa walked into the apartment, threw her briefcase in a chair and her coat over it. "Thank GOD it's Friday!" she exclaimed, scaring poor Cleo and Schnapps under the couch. If she had another week like this she didn't know what she was going to do. She was about ready to kill her boss, and that damned Abby at work...well, she could think all kinds of things to do to that little bitch. If she got in her face one more time with her condescending attitude she'd slap that makeup she applied with a trowel right off her face. "Damn..." she muttered as she stubbed her toe against the leg of the glass coffee table, tears welling up in her eyes, both from frustration and pain.
She sat on the couch, sobbing, as the two cats ventured out from their hiding place, slowly making their way to her. Curling up in her lap, their purring comforting her to the extent that she could be comforted, she began to regain her composure. "Oh, Rick," she whispered, "why aren't you home? I need a hug so badly right now." She knew the answer. He always worked a couple hours later than she did, but right now that knowledge was little, if any, comfort. She knew he hated to, but work schedules were just that and there was nothing they could do about it. Usually it didn't bother her, in fact she liked the opportunity to unwind after she got home, but days like today it was hard not to have him there with her.
Glancing at the answering machine, she saw the red light flashing insistently, beckoning her...listen to me...listen to me. She pressed the play button and Rick's 'FM DJ' like voice came from the speaker. His voice could always comfort her, no matter what he was saying, but this evening it was particularly welcome...and intriguing.
"Hi Babe, I love you. I want you to pack a bag for the weekend and be ready to go when I get home. The only hint I'll give you is that all you'll absolutely need is a toothbrush and something to wear out to dinner. Everything else is at your discretion. You KNOW what I like angel. Did I mention that I love you??"
"YES! You told me that you love me, but tell me again!" Carisa screamed at the machine. She looked at the piece of machinery realizing its inability to take her message to him. To her surprise though, after the pause in Rick's last words, and her cry for him, there came another, "I Love you Car" from his suave and debonair voice. Carisa just smiled. Then she replayed the last words over and over again for about 5 minutes saying, "Tell me again baby," and then hitting the play button.
She looked around her and saw Cleo and Schnapps staring at her from the couch as though questioning her sanity, then they looked at each other as though communicating through telepathy, 'the poor woman has finally lost it'. "SO I like to HEAR that he loves me! What is wrong with that??" she quickly retorted to their questioning stares. They looked away vowing silence and curled up together. Carisa laughed and walked into the bedroom. "How exciting!!" Rick was so spontaneous and romantic, two things that were on her top 50 reasons why she loved him so much. "Just my toothbrush, an outfit to wear for dinner, and my imagination. Now that I can handle," she mumbled as she looked through her closet. "Perfect," she grinned seductively, pulling out her short sequined navy blue dress. The neckline plunged daringly down the middle, it would tease of her plentiful cleavage yet reveal only enough to wet Rick's appetite. Going to her lingerie drawer she perused through the array of colorful silk and lace items: teddies, crotchless panties, g-strings.
Carisa carefully debated which she would use as the ultimate seduction. She picked the navy blue crotchless panties and matching peek-a-boo bra accented by her navy lace stockings. She could feel herself getting excited at the thought of watching Rick's mouth suck her exposed nipples through the holes in the bra, or his manhood accessing her through the slit in the panties. Mmmmmmmm...
Throwing the chosen items on the bed, Carisa headed to the shower, stripping herself garment by garment after grabbing a new razor and her shaving cream for sensitive skin out of the bottom drawer. Stepping into the warmth of the water she let it relieve her tension and wash her soul free of all the problems of the week. She devoted her entire mind to thoughts of Rick and this weekend, which made her think about something she wanted to do.
Stepping back a little from the water, she put a squirt of shaving gel in her hand. Putting her foot on the side of the tub, she spread her legs and rubbed it over the mound of her soft auburn/red pubic hair. Taking the razor she shaved herself as bare as a baby's butt. Rinsing off, she felt herself, how soft and hairless she was. It felt good, Rick would be surprised. She never asked him before if he would like that but she wanted to try it.
Finishing her shower, she got out and towel dried herself. She couldn't wait to get in the bedroom to the full length mirror and see what her bare pussy looked like!! Like a little kid excited to show off a new accomplishment, her anticipation was building for Rick to notice. Looking at the clock, she got dressed, fixed her hair, did her nails and finished packing her overnight bag. The LAST thing to go in was the toothbrush. Carisa even had a few surprises of her own!
As Carisa heard Rick's footsteps coming down the hallway, she opened the door and leaned against the jam, her arm upraised above her head, her fingers running through her beautiful red hair, her hip thrust outward from the jam in her sexiest pose. "Hey, sailor...need a date?" she said.
Rick stopped in his tracks, his briefcase and coat dropping to the floor, slack jawed. Car was standing there in the tightest black leather pants he had ever seen, so tight in fact he could have sworn he could see the outline of her mons as the light shimmered off them. She wore a red halter top which hugged her breasts like a second skin. A pair of matching red spike heels, the most perfect CFM shoes he had ever seen, completed the ensemble.
"Oh my God, lover..." was all he could muster. Forgetting his abandon briefcase in the hallway, he was to her in three steps, wrapping her in his arms, covering her mouth with his, as her arms surrounded him. Their kiss, hot and wanton, blocked out the rest of the world, even the other couple walking down the hallway to their own apartment.
"So, you like?" Car giggled as they finally came up for air.
"No, Baby, I LOVE!" Rick answered.
Retrieving his temporarily forgotten items, they walked inside. "I forgot to tell you that the dinner you needed to pack for is not tonight, but I see I needn't have worried about it. You have this way of knowing what I'm thinking," he said as his eyes ran all over her delicious body, knowing her intimately enough to know exactly what was being barely hidden from his view. "I have something else in mind for tonight, and you are dressed perfectly for it. Let me take a quick shower while you pour us a glass of wine and I'll be ready in about 15 minutes."
Taking the elevator down to the ground floor, they were not alone, some five other passengers were with them. Putting his mouth close to her ear, he whispered, "I'd love to fuck you in here some time..."
Turning toward him, looking into his eyes, she whispered back, "I wish it were now..."
When they got outside the building she looked around for his car, but couldn't find it. "Did you have to park down the block?" she asked.
"No, I had a different form of transportation in mind," he answered mysteriously. Taking her by the hand, carrying her bag in the other, he guided her to a horse drawn carriage by the curb. Placing her bag by the driver, Rick surrounded Carisa's waist with his hands and lifted her into the carriage then followed her in. On the seat was a bouquet of daises and carnations with two roses included. "Two months ago today you came to my apartment door. Since then, my life has never been the same," he explained.
"Oh, Rick," she said, blinking back the tears.
"None of that now, my angel. This weekend is my way of saying thank you for giving me back my life," he smiled.
"Around the park, driver," Rick commanded, adding, "slowly, if you please."
For the next two hours, they rode slowly through the park, under the full moon, listening to the clop, clop, clop of the horse's hooves against the pavement. Through it all they shared touches, kisses, hugs, but most importantly they shared their lives, their thoughts, their dreams. As they were locked in a tight embrace, whispering, "I love you," in each other's ears, the carriage slowed and came to a stop.
"We're here, sir," the driver said, clearing his throat.
Taking Carisa by the hand, Rick helped her from the carriage, retrieving her bag from the front. They were standing in front of the Driskall Hotel, a mid 19th Century landmark and, with it's Victorian exterior, antique accouterments and fireplaces in each room, one of the most romantic in the city.
Sweeping his arm in an arc, he said dramatically, "Your weekend begins, m'lady."
Carisa was elated to accept his invitation to begin their getaway week end of romance. She couldn't get over how he had a way of making her feel like she was the only other human being alive. She looked around just to make sure that wasn't the case, but there was plenty of activity going on around them, everyone busy in their own lives. Carisa smiled because she was sure that none of them felt the love, the oneness that existed between her and Rick. So many people plagued with loneliness in this world, and she was no longer one of them.
Entering the hotel, she couldn't help but stop, gazing in awe at the huge hanging chandelier in the middle of the lobby. The lights made it look like a kaleidoscope of rainbows rather than multiple pieces of crystal. Rick put his arm around her gently to nudge her along.
Having made all the arrangements ahead of time, there was little to do at the desk other than for Rick to sign the register. Carisa looked over his shoulder long enough to see the words, "Mr. & Mrs." in his penmanship. His eye caught hers and smiles consumed both of their faces. One tap of the bell from the desk clerk summoned a bellboy who carried their bags and showed them to their room.
Carisa grabbed Rick's hand, excited about their new adventure. Giving it just the right squeeze, she passed along a silent, "I love you." Rick acknowledge it in his loving look at her. Standing before the door of what would be their den of love for 2 days, Rick shook the bellboys hand, slipping him a ten dollar bill, and said, "Thanks, I'll take it from here." The bellboy sat the bags down in the hall and left with a huge 'I know what they are going to be doing' grin on his face.
"Carisa, I want you to close your eyes baby," Rick requested anxiously.
"Okay Honey," she quickly responded by shutting her eyes tightly, glad to comply with his wishes. She felt like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, when she made her wish for the one thing she wanted more than anything, and Carisa knew what she wanted.
Rick unlocked and opened the door. Picking her up, he kissed her deeply as he brought her over the threshold to the room. "Open your eyes Car," he whispered in her ear.
Carisa looked around her. Everything was so beautiful. The stone fireplace, glowing already with a flame of amber, orange and blue. A loveseat sitting strategically in front of it, a perfect nestling spot for two lovers. The king-sized hardwood canopy bed stood off by itself, its own little world, draped with flowing sheers. It looked like the perfect playground. Carisa's eyes danced all around the room, bright with wonder. Looking for the one thing that made it all perfect, her eyes stopped at the man beside her. There he was, the one thing that made all of this the adventure of a lifetime.
"Come here," he said, taking her by the hand once more. "I have something to show you." The raise of her eyebrows made him laugh out loud. "Not that, silly...well, at least not yet."
Leading Car across the spacious room, he drew the curtains back, exposing a huge picture window and sliding glass door. Before them was the panoramic view of the city of Austin, with the lighted dome of the Capital in the distance, the Angel of Freedom perched upon it's top illuminated with flood lights. Sliding open the door, he guided her out onto the private balcony. "See that angel on the top of the Capital?"
"Yes," Carisa responded softly, in awe of the view from here.
"Let me tell you what you and that angel have in common. I've always thought life was like that capital building. Too many people think that life is like the angel, they only look at the most beautiful part of it and don't think of the work involved in the structure underneath."
Carisa looked at Rick as he spoke, his eyes transfixed on the structure before them. She had seen many emotions in his face, but this mixture of concentration, tranquility and near reverence was new to her. She did not interrupt him as he continued.
"For the last three years I have been rebuilding my life, first with the corner stone when I buried Melissa, then the granite of the walls with my work. What has always been missing was the beauty, the love, that is the angel."
Turning toward her, he looked into her eyes, into her soul. Touching her cheek, he continued, "Car, you are that angel. The beauty and the love that has been missing from my life. The one thing that is more important than anything else in my life and therefore stands upon the highest pinnacle of it. The one person that will always be the most important person in my life. I suspect you always thought that my calling you Angel was just a term of endearment. It has always been so much more than that."
Carisa's eyes began to moisten and as she started to speak, his fingers went to her lips and touched them lightly. Taking her by the hand, he led her to a chair on the balcony, kissing her gently on the lips before she sat.
Kneeling down in front of her, he said, "There is something I want to ask you, and I couldn't think of a better place to ask it than here, where your sister angel can be witness to it."
Reaching into his pocket, Rick extracted a small velvet box. Opening it, the moonlight reflected off the brilliant surface of the object inside. "Will you marry me, Car..."
Carisa looked at Rick, into the depths of his eyes and then turned her head away. Silently she got up from the chair. She knew that Rick was wondering what she was doing. She walked to the edge of the balcony overlooking the city and staring across at her twin. Tears filled her eyes and doubt suddenly filled her heart as the seriousness of the moment grasped her. She didn't hear Rick move, she was trying desperately to put her thoughts together so that she could tell him what she was thinking but everything now seemed a jumbled mess, no clarity, no answers. There was only the memory of past pain and failed relationships that all started with a wonderful beginning yet ended in flames of despair.
Consumed in her thoughts, she jumped slightly as Rick tenderly laid his hands on her shoulders. She felt his warm breath on her ear as he whispered to her. "It's okay Car, it's okay baby," he said reassuringly. He slipped his arms around her waist, and pulled her tight to him. Leaning her head back and resting it on his shoulder she allowed the tears flow freely down her cheeks.
Carisa was feeling sick inside, part of her wanted to rush to Rick's offer of marriage. OH GOD HOW SHE LOVED HIM! The idea of not giving him an answer immediately put her stomach in knots. What if he translated that as though she didn't want him? She didn't want to lose him, not now, not ever, but the fear that descended on her hearing his proposal, was holding her heart captive.
Rick seemed to know that it wasn't about him, that it wasn't a lack of love for him. He knew that he was holding in the balance, a heart that was trying hard to convince itself to trust one more time. To reach out in faith and believe in someone once again. He had underestimated the pain that was nestled deep in the hidden places of her heart. He gave her a tight squeeze and held her close. "Car," he said lovingly, "I am going to set this ring on the dresser in our bedroom at the apartment. It is always going to be there. It will never be taken away. It will just sit there. If there is a point in our relationship, if the day comes, when you feel that you can put the ring on, and say yes you will marry me, then do that. But until then, nothing changes. I love you."
He kissed her neck and absorbed himself into her body. Carisa turned around to Rick, and put her hands on his cheeks and kissed his lips with a kiss that spoke only of pure love for him for saying what he said. Taking her tongue she licked over his lips, feeling his tongue meet hers. Immediately they were entangled in a kiss of passion. Rick knew that Carisa loved him. He tucked the velvet box in his pocket along with his dream, hoping they wouldn't be put away too long, but willing to wait forever.
"Please make love to me," Carisa said softly through their kisses. "I need that more than anything in the world right now. I need you right now."
Taking her trembling hand, Rick led her back into the hotel room. Leading her to the bed he gently guided her down upon it. "Wait right here, angel," he said softly, "I have another surprise for you." Kissing her on her forehead and then on the tip of her nose, he walked to the other side of the large suite and turned the corner of the room. The flood of emotion that had swept through her body had taken it's toll and Carisa faded into that twilight area between consciousness and sleep as she heard a white noise coming from far away.
*******
"Wake up, sleeping beauty," Rick whispered as his hands stroked Carisa's hair, gently rousing her from her brief respite. Looking at the clock she saw that she had been asleep for only some 20 minutes, but felt considerably better. The darkness of the night was now complete and the only light in the room were the city lights coming through the large window and a flickering coming from somewhere else in the room.
Rick had changed into his blue silk robe and, reaching for her hand, helped her from the bed. Slowly he removed Carisa's clothes, stopping to admire every part of her as he exposed it. She always loved the way he looked at her, not just with lust in his heart, although, certainly, there was that. She knew how much he desired her all the time, but more importantly he looked at her with his boyish sense of wonder as though he still couldn't believe that anyone as beautiful as she could be with him. Carisa had never considered herself to be 'drop dead gorgeous'. Oh, she always thought of herself as attractive enough, but the way that he always looked at her made her feel like a super model, and she had to admit she loved the way he made her feel about herself. He was always so positive and supportive about her assets, and never derogatory about the little flaws that come with age.
"You are so beautiful," he said as he removed the last of her clothing, on his knees as she stepped from the blue lace panties that he loved her to wear, when she wore any at all, that is. She knew he actually preferred the latter. He lightly kissed her freshly shaved mound, unable to resist a quick lick of his tongue through her moist folds and over the top of her sensitive clit. This always elicited a soft gasp from her lips and he loved doing that to her. As her hands reflexively moved to his head to pull him tighter against her and at the same time encourage him to do what he did best, he took her wrists in his hands and said, "Plenty of time for that later, my love. I have something else for you right now." Standing, his erection visible even in the darkness which had surrounded them, he took one of her hands in his as his free arm surrounded her waist, guiding her toward the flickering light.
As they turned the corner into the large bathroom, she saw that it was illuminated with the light of at least 50 small candles, the mild scents of cinnamon and apple emanating from some of them. The mirrors surrounding the room gave an illusion of being in a giant cave with an infinite number of flames dancing around an infinite number of their own bodies. Looking to the other side of the room, Carisa saw the large sunken garden tub, filled to almost overflowing with bubbles. David Sanborn was coming from the CD player, the strains of his sexy sax softly filling the air.
Turning toward him, she whispered, "It's beautiful, Rick." Reaching out toward each other, they embraced, the nakedness of their bodies caressing each other as their kiss turned passionate once again. As their tongues explored each other, Carisa reached between them, taking Rick's hard cock that had been stiff and straight between their bellies and brought it between her legs. Closing her legs around it, their hips moved back and forth rhythmically, the top of his hard shaft rubbing against her clit and through her wet lips without entering her.
"God, I love it when you do that to me," he sighed heavily into her mouth, and he did. He loved the way she could tease him, arouse him, bring him to the brink without making him climax.
"Oh, Rick, it feels so good...keep doing it Baby...oh, yes, just like that...I'm so close..." she gasped as her body began to tremble. Reaching between them, Rick took her breast in his hand, her nipple between his fingertips and pinched them firmly. "Oh, GOD!!!!" her cries echoed off the walls of the room as her hips thrust hard against his and her thin juices coating his cock as her body shuddered and her orgasm swept over her. He wrapped his arms around her and steadied her as her hips continued to thrust against him, one mini climax after another taking control of her body. With one final and all consuming lunge of her hips, crushing them against him, grasping his ass as she ground against him, she came with such furry he almost couldn't hold her as wild animalistic groans came from deep in her throat demanding that he fuck her harder...harder...harder.
When it had passed, she nearly collapsed in his arms. Picking her up, he gently carried her to the tub and lowered her into it. As she dreamily looked up at him, he took the soap in one hand as he supported her head in the other and began to bathe her.
"Baby?" Carisa whispered softly to Rick, her eyes closed to his touch.
"Yes sweetheart," he knew that an audible answer wasn't necessary but he loved answering her little calls to him.
"I love you, you do you know that, don't you?" Carisa asked the question, opening her eyes and looking at him. She needed Rick to acknowledge that he was loved by her. She wanted to be reassured that her not accepting the ring was not going to be an issue for them, that nothing was going to change. There was a fear that had crept into her very soul, like a thief in the night trying to steal something precious to her.
Rick sensed that, like he sensed everything about her. He always 'knew' what was going on inside of her. He looked in Carisa's big eyes and saw her need for his arms. He set the soap down quickly and leaned over to her. Carisa lurched forward, throwing her arms around him. Embracing him tightly, she began crying uncontrollably. With her lips pressed against his shoulder, she mumbled her plea into the silk of his robe, "Oh God Rick, please, please tell me that you won't leave me. I am so scared right now. I don't want to lose you!!!!"
Her embrace was so tight that Rick was having a problem not being pulled into the tub with her. Then he thought to himself, 'what the hell' and slipped into the tub beside her, robe and all. Holding her tight, caressing her silky skin covered with bubbles he placed his mouth strategically by her ear. He soothingly told her not to cry and offered her the words she longed to hear. "What is wrong with you woman? What makes you think for a moment that you could get rid of me? I asked you to marry me because forever is the only way I want us. And that can happen with or without a ring Carisa, with or without an 'I do,' with or without a vow of commitment. We can just be here with each other forever, because that is where we WANT to be, can't we Car? I know that is where I choose to be, and will stay. I promise you that."
Rick's words fell on her like a gentle rain in the springtime. Renewing her and giving her hope. As they looked each other eyes, there was only one message in both. "I NEED YOU," came across loud and clear. Taking her hands from around him, Carisa reached and untied his robe, slipping the soaked cloth down his shoulders. Rick pulled his hands from the arm sleeves and let the robe fall in the steaming water. He rolled over onto Carisa and she spread her legs wide for him, allowing him to fit perfectly between her.
Taking her hands in his, he put them above her head as he leaned forward and kissed her lips passionately. His hard cock pressed tight between her swollen pussy lips. Pushing his feet on the back of the tub he rocked slowly back and forth, sliding his shaft up and down her slit. He could feel each of her warm sighs as he kissed her, and her hard nipples brushing against the hair on his chest. Occasionally he stopped to grind his hardness against the softness he was cushioned in, his mouth swallowing her moans.
Moving his lips from hers, "Ohhhhhhh Rick, Ohhhhhhhhhh!!" was allowed to escape now and then. Rick slid down a little, and as he rocked back the last time, he pressed his pelvis down and felt the head of his cock slip into the entrance of her tight vagina. Taking his hands, which still held hers, to the edge of the tub, he held tight with the end of his fingers. In a heartbeat he thrust himself forward and suddenly he was oh so deep inside her. He quickly removed his lips from hers to hear her call for more. He knew that she wanted it, he wanted to hear her say it. Carisa put her legs up on the edge of the tub and used them to lift herself up to take him deeper. "Give me more lover, more. Fuck me Rick and fuck me well, I need you, I need your cock, oh God please fuck me baby!" Car begged him.
It was all so perfect, the candles, the mirrors, the position, the mood, the moment and it was going to happen NOW. Rick pushed himself hard into her time after time, each one a deliberate stroke of pleasure. Carisa begged and begged for satisfaction, wanting his warm cum to fill her pussy. At times she was silent, her body overwhelmed as orgasm after orgasm washed through her. He knew she was completely fulfilled as he watched her face while making ravenous love to her.
It was time to play the last part of this serenade. He drove himself deep into the utter most middle of her, and released every ambition he had. It seemed to him he would never stop cumming. Laying on top of her, he took a deep breath. Then he heard a whisper from the lips that rested by his ear.
"I love you Rick..."