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Though my lover was a mystery, I found myself much happier. Regardless how much I wanted to scream it from the roof tops that I had a boyfriend that loved and cared for me, it wasn't the thing to do when you boyfriend was a masked vigilante who didn't even trust you with his name. He had me eating healthier and I found myself doing some exercises to tone up for him. Sex with him was most definitely a work out and I had to build my stamina.
Steel Tiger kept his regular visit with me, now just showing up in a mask and street clothing that hugged his muscled frame. He still encouraged me to continue on with my Saturday night routine, of going to the bar, having a beer or two and then coming home. I felt like I was cheating on him, going without him, but somehow I always knew he was watching me, even in the bar.
Something was missing, and he knew it. I wanted to run my hands through his hair, stare into those magnificent blue eyes while we cuddled on the couch, watching some stupid show on television. I knew it wouldn't, couldn't happen. He valued his identity too much, and my protection even more. I knew it was for the best, but sometimes what is best for you is not what you want.
He must have sensed my dismay because he told me that this Saturday he would have a surprise for me. To dress nicely. I looked at him suspiciously. Things with Steel Tiger were never really as simple as that. As I suspected, Saturday morning, after I came back from my morning run, yes, I started running, I came home to find a tuxedo laying on my bed, with a note.
Wear this tonight. A car will be waiting downstairs at five. Just get in the back. It will bring you to me where we will enjoy a wonderful evening. It won't be everything you deserve, but it will be what I can give you for now. Oh, and wear the Steel Tiger underwear.
I laughed. I had so many pairs and he knew this. I liked the idea of having him in my pants, even when he couldn't be. I was dressed in the perfectly fitted tuxedo. I had a sneaking suspicion he measured me in my sleep. I wouldn't put it past him. I was down stairs a few minutes before five when the tinted limo arrived. As instructed I got in the back without hesitation.
In the back sat a blindfold on the seat. "Once you have put on the blindfold, we will be heading to our destination." Came the distorted voice over the intercom. I smirked knowing there was a catch. There was always a catch, but I relented, tying the black cloth around my eyes. "Thank you, sir. We will be off now." Lite jazz filled the back cabin as the car pulled out onto my mystery date.
I was oddly nervous. We drove for some time when we finally stopped. "Please, keep the blindfold on." I heard the door open and a strange hand took mine, guiding me out of the car. The strange thin man took my arm in his and guided me. The air was cool and crisp on my skin, a far cry from the hot and humid of the city. I heard our footsteps on the stone path we took.
"I'm glad you made it." Came the sultry voice that sent shivers down my spine. He took my arm from the driver. I immediately smiled at his touch. "I apologize, but to allow us a night of romance, one of us must wear a mask of sorts." He took my hand and guided it to his uncovered face. I ran my hands over his rugged soft face. I slipped my hand up, running my hand through the short thick hair. "Come, dinner awaits." He laughed, leading me into his lair.
I leaned on his arm. "I wore the underwear." He let out a hearty laugh. "For dessert." He stopped us for a moment and guided my lips to his. He had shaved, closely. I missed the prick of his whiskers. My hand paused running up his face before remembering that barrier was gone. He lifted me up in his arms, my hands greedily ran through his mane, taking in as much of the touch as I could get.
"Our dinner grows cold." He said with a low growl. He didn't set me down, just moved forward carrying me.
"I want desert first." I playfully whined. "Besides, how am I going to eat blindfolded?" I sensed his wicked grin. "What are you up too?" He didn't answer. He stopped and sat, me still in his arms. "Babe?" I questioned, but received no answer. He turned me sideways in his lap. "I know you like mystery and intrigue, but I'm hungry."
"I'm going to feed you silly." He brought a fork speared with meat to my lips. "Open up." The meat melted on my tongue. Flavor exploded on my tongue. That is how we continued the meal, sharing a plate. A bite for me, bite for him. It was intimate, erotic, sweet. Desert he grew bold, running the sweet fruit along my lips before allowing me to take the fruit.
"Shall we take a walk in the garden?" He asked, wiping my lips with the cloth napkin. "I'll guide you." I heard the smirk in his voice. He sat me on my feet, taking my arm in his. I leaned my head on his arm, him guiding me from the room, into the cool crisp air.
"I don't know why I was expecting some sort of zoo." I laughed. "This place is huge. I assume it's nice as well considering the owner."
"It is." He guided me to sit alongside him on a concrete bench. "It's beautiful out here, but only half as beautiful as you." I playfully punched him. "It's true." He wrapped his arm around me, holding me close. "I see you've been working out and eating better."
I leaned into him, intoxicated by his scent, the light floral scent. "I thought it was best to be in top shape to keep up with you." I laughed. "Before I moved here, I wasn't the quiet homebody you encountered. I use to run at least four times a week, had dozens of friends, but this city just beat me down." I ran a hand along his lapel. "Then I actually got beat down and you came to my rescue."
"So what changed?" He voice was low and seductive.
"I got a cat." I laughed snuggling close to him. "I know I can't, but I really wish I could stare into your eyes right now."
"Will you stay the night with me?" He asked pulling me closer.
"Yes." I said breathlessly.
We sat for a bit, intertwined. The cool air and sounds of the night surrounding us. It was nice seeing his world, even if I couldn't with my own eyes. "Let's go inside." He stood, taking me with him. He navigated me through the complex walkway. He guided me into the... house? Mansion? Lair? We stopped at the base of some stairs. Before I could question, he scooped me up, and then ascended the stairs.
He maneuvered us into a room, setting me down on my feet. "Stay." I tried not to laugh at the sexual hunger in his voice. I could hear him removing clothes. I began getting hard at the anticipation. His hand tilted my head up, his lips brushed mine for a moment. "Mmhh. So many things to do to you." My lips longed to feel his again
He began by removing my suit jacket. His hands brushed over my shoulders, I took a deep breath in anticipation. He delicately unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my heaving chest. He slipped the shirt from me. I felt his eyes ravage my body. I lifted each foot for him to remove my shoes and socks. He undid my pants, the sound of the zipper caused me to catch my breath.
He slipped them down over my now muscled butt, down my toned legs. I stepped from them, but he stayed lingering. My cock ached with the hardness. His fingers grazed the back of my thighs up to my ass. I gasped, bracing myself on his bare shoulders. "I get so turned on knowing I'm always in your pants." His voice was husky with desire. He tugged down the elastic, freeing my raging hard on.
He growled lowly, fighting the urge to do what was only natural. I stepped from my now stretched underwear. I heard him gather my things and take them away. I dripped with anticipation. He returned, his lips on mine. He lifted me up, then laid me on the plush bed. It was a brief moment before I felt the weight of his body on mine. My legs intertwined with his, my arms pulled him close.
"I want to be completely naked with you." He whispered into my ear. "So this room is pitch black." I felt him tug away my blindfold." I expected to be blinded by light, but I only saw the outline of his face in the darkness. "I know it's not what you wanted, but it is what I can give you for now." I heard the fear in his voice. I pulled him close.
"It's perfect." I ran my hand over his naked body. "I've seen so much of you tonight, more than I ever expected." I smiled, knowing he could not see it. "Kiss me." His lips pressed against mine. Our tongues danced. I could feel the steel in his cock on my leg. He moved down to my neck, nibbling, biting, and licking. I clawed at his back.
He moved down my body, finding my nipple, grazing the nub with his teeth. He savagely attacked with tender care, his tongue circling my nip, the other being slowly rubbed by his hand. My hands ran through his hair, enjoying the brief time that they would get to do this. He switched nipples, toying with me. "Oh my God!" I screamed, arching my hips into him. He gave a satisfactory groan. I felt his hands move across my body.
His kissed his way down my chest to my stomach. He kissed and worshiped my now taunt belly. I was being driven insane with the lust. He had done so much for me this evening. I could not hold back any more. I flipped us, he unsuspecting of the actions. He landed on his back, me taking charge. I moved to his lips and kissed him fiercely. I took his hands from my body and pinned them with my own beside his head. "It's my turn to lead." I huffed breaking the kiss.
I found my way to his nipple, my teeth grazing the tight nibs. My hand slid from his hands, across his bulging biceps and his well-defined chest. I move to the other nipple, his groans of pleasure stoked the fire of lust in me. I moved my hands across his twelve pack, down to his throbbing cock. I stroked it. I looked up into the darkness, grateful he could not see the wicked grin on my face.
I moved down between his legs, my home away from home, and took his meaty balls into my mouth, swirling them with my tongue, while my hand stroked the thick cock above me. I felt his hand in my hair, his gasps of pleasure echoing in the room. Here, we need not hold back for fear the neighbors. I swirled my tongue over one ball then the other. Their smooth skin danced lightly over my tongue.
I continued milking his cock with my hand, coating his veiny cock with his own lubricant. I gave his balls one last nuzzle. I moved up his cock, my tongue slowly moving up the rigid shaft. I swirled my tongue around the tip, gathering the protein fluid, before slowly working my way down, like a lollipop. I heard his guttural moan of pleading as I moved my way back up. I swirled my tongue again, over and over, the tip.
Just when I knew he could not take it anymore, I took the head into my mouth felt the girth spread my lips. I paused for a moment, allowing my mouth to fill with his seed. I moved down further and further, pushing him down my gullet. His hand stroked my head as I bottomed out, my nose pressed against his hard flesh. I moved back up and down, my tongue wrapping around his cock, every now and again, I bottom out again, feeling him deep into my throat.
I was lost in lust. Steel Tiger's felt so perfect down my gullet, slipping passed my gag with ease. "Get up here." He ordered with a plea. "I'm hungry." I pulled off him, giving him a few casual strokes as I pretended to pondered. I moved up on top of him, my legs straddling his chest. I swallowed him back down, missing the feel of him in my mouth.
I felt him spread my cheeks. His tongue zoned in on my hole, even in the darkness. His licks were not tentative, but hurried and ferocious. He smacked my ass for good measure as I whimpered and moaned around his cock. I easily spread for his tongue like melted butter. I felt him stroking my tender insides with his strong powerful tongue.
I made out with his cock, my tongue giving it thirty lashes with every bob of my head. I felt him playfully nibble on my cheek. I knew what that meant, but I just pushed back against his mouth. I straightened up, leaving his spit slick cock alone. "Frost those cakes with your tongue!" I bellowed hungrily. He dug into me, his tongue in my hole, his hands in my hips, pulling me down into him. His tongue darted in and out of me.
My body screamed for what he really wanted, what I really wanted. Tonight was my night. I pulled myself from his grip, his tongue trying to get one last swipe across me. I straddled his hips. Before he could say anything, I position him at my entrance and glided down him. "Fuuuucccckkkkk." I moaned as I bottomed out with ease. "I've missed that." I huffed, feeling the fullness in me. I ground my hips against him, allowing my body to adjust to his immense cock.
His hands ran across my chest, then rested on my hips. "Do it babe." He practically snarled. "Fuck yourself on my cock. Show me how much you've missed me not being in you." I rose and fell upon him, his cock slicing through me, hitting my special spot. My cock jumped and drooled at the feel of him in me. I pounded myself against him. "You feel so fucking good on my cock." He took my cock in hand, stroking me while I stroked him.
His hips began to move in time with mine. Deeper and deeper he sunk into me, his balls bouncing against my ass. "You feel so good in me." My voice was almost a whine of pleasure. I collapsed down onto his chest, my hands taking firm holds of the sculpted pecs. "Give it to me, fuck me, fuck me hard." I gasped with unbridled passion. His pace quicken, his hips bucking me up. I slammed my ass back down, refusing to be tossed from this bucking tiger.
He rolled me over, my back flat my legs pinned behind my head. He speared me with without a second thought. He leaned back, holding my legs like a wishbone. He ground his hips teasingly in my ravaged hole. "I'm going to fill you up." His breathing was short, menacing. He began thrusting into me, making good on his word and my command. I stroked my cock, panting and groaning at the pleasure inside and out. I could feel his pace quicken, my strokes matched his rhythm.
He pulled out for a brief moment flipping me onto my stomach. He pulled my hips up to doggy position and slammed into me again. My legs shook from the exertion of him in me I arched my back, wanting him deeper in me. He slapped my ass, a bit harder now, the sting causing me to groan. I reached under me, returning to my cock that was in need.
I couldn't hold back any more. "I'm coming!" I screamed, my voice reverberating in the darkness. My body shook, my ass clenched and my load spilled out in shot after shot onto the soft bedding. I heard him let out a throaty roar, my own climax sending him over the edge, and true to his word, I felt my insides fill with him.
He continued his thrusts in me. I collapsed onto the bed arms too weak now that I was spent. He spread himself on top of me the wet smacking of his cock in my stretched hole. He slipped out rolling over to the side and pulling me close. "My little vixen." I could hear the smile in his voice. "We are going to have to make this a weekly thing." I ran my hand over the perfection of his chest.
"That was awesome." I admitted, out of breath. "One question..." I paused trying not to ruin the moment. "Well, two. How are we going to clean up? And who sleeps in the wet spot?" We both laughed, he pulled me onto him, our lips find each other despite the darkness. I rested my head on his shoulder, breathing in that wonderful scent of musk and sex the now emanated from him.
"I wasn't expecting us to be..." He paused, mimicking me. "So wild." I laughed sleepily, enjoying the closeness. "I'll think of something. Let's just enjoy the moment now." We lay for a while, with me resting on his chest, his arms holding me, when I finally dozed off, the sound of his racing heart soothing me to sleep.
I awoke slightly with him picking me up, I was exhausted from our sexual Olympics. He laid me gingerly down on my stomach, a warm wet cloth running over my nether regions. I was lifted again, I was slightly aware of the bustle of someone else there, then laid down once more in the soft bed, my ferocious kitty laying next to me pulling me into a him as we continued our slumber.
I felt the soft kiss on my forehead sometime later, then the sound of a door shutting. I lazily woke up stretching and feeling for my lover. He was gone. A lone lamp strewn light into the room, a note and my blindfold underneath. I should have known I would not wake in his arms, though I wanted to so badly. I reluctantly left the bed, making the short distance to the light.
"Last night was wonderful. I wish you could have woken in my arms, but you know, for now, that is not possible. When you are ready, you can turn the lights on in the room, and freshen up in the bathroom. I have a change of clothes for you in there. Put the blindfold on, and turn the lamp off, and I will come and get you, my love."
I smiled at the last two words. I did my morning ritual, dressed in the khakis and polo he had laid out for me. I was eager to have him close to me again. I dawned the blindfold, ensuring that nothing could be seen, and turned the light out. I waited patiently, leaning against the bed. I heard the door open and the soft footsteps coming towards me.
My chin was lifted and the familiar stubble of his face grazed my face as he kissed me. "I'm sorry I could not be here when you woke up." I leaned forward, hugging him, throwing him off balance. His hand ran though my hair, holding me close. "You feel so good." I didn't want to let go, but did with reluctance, his hand cupping my face.
"You're too good to me." I smiled, knowing he was looking down on me with adoration. "I love you." I felt his hand stiffen for a moment, then he leaned down and kissed me, our lips parting for each other. I felt the stirring in my pants, but knew we did not have time for this, or maybe we did. He broke the kiss and the silence lingered only a moment.
"I love you too."
We had breakfast, much like dinner, sharing a plate of food and juice. We snuggled for a while till the late morning, and I was driven home. "We are here." Came the garbled voice. "You may take the blindfold off." I did, blinking to let my eyes adjust to the light. "The tuxedo is yours, please take it with you. It was a pleasure having you with us today."
I wanted to protest but sighed and grabbed the garment back. I had an extra spring in my step as I made my way back to my small apartment. I laid the garment back on the bed, noticing a small bag pinned to the hanger with a note. I shook my head at the lavishness he showered upon me. I took the bag from the hanger and opened it, a golden ring with a tiger emblazed on it falling into my hand.
"I don't just want to be in your pants, I want to be holding your hand as well." I smiled shyly, slipping the ring on.
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