A Day To Remember

His calloused hand caresses her leg just barely, as it follows the curve of her inner thigh slowly but surely.  The index finger glides further up till it reaches her wet center and finds her folds before pausing.  She can sense that he is hesitant, but she ushers him forward with a smile while staring into his ocean blue eyes. Taking his hand, she urges him on and as soon as she feels his large finger enter her, she awakens. "Shit!"  Kaitlyn exclaims as she wipes the sleep out of her eyes.  She finds herself wondering why she always has these dreams, but they never finish.  Usually, she gets farther along though and sometimes they even feel like they are real. Getting up, she realizes what time it is.  "Damnit!  I am so late."  She mutters to herself as she tries to unwrap her legs from the crisp Egyptian cotton sheets.  The one treat that she allowed herself a few months ago when she was feeling depressed. 

Kaitlyn wakes up the next morning and finds a text on her phone from the cop.  Jon had asked what time he could pick her up tonight?  A bit presumptuous, but cute, so she tells him 7 pm would be good.  It will give her enough time to get a shower this evening and dressed up.  She barely ever puts on make up, but this time she will add a splash of pink to her cheeks and some lip gloss.  That will make her look fresh. After laying there for a few more minutes, she decides to get up and make breakfast.  Looking around her small but cheery kitchen, she wonders how rich people live.  Surely, they wouldn't be happy with her little home.  But then again, she is just renting.  Maybe she could start looking for a bigger scale house.  Who knows?   Some day she might find someone who she wants to make a family with. After breakfast, she sits down and contemplates whether she should look for a house firs

Kaitlyn wakes up and looks at the alarm clock on the nightstand.  It is flashing 4:09.  She has managed to have sex four times in one night with a man who is great in bed and good company.  She could get used to this.  Her body was telling her about it though.  She had to pee, but her legs didn't want to work so well. Dragging herself out of bed, she had to will herself to move.  After all, her legs were sore from top to bottom and well, she felt like she had just ridden a horse for a week.  Not to mention, her pussy ached deeply.  She didn't know if it ached because he wasn't in her or that he had been in her so many times.   Kaitlyn would definitely have to tell one of her friends about this night for sure.After she made it back to bed she curled up on her side and he turned over and snuggled up next to her.  The smile on her face just couldn't get any bigger unless he got down on one knee right now and as

“I thought that you might need rescuing.” He says as he stares at me now with such intensity that it is making me feel sensations I have never felt before. I wish I knew what his intentions were, because then I might have fought him when he grabbed ahold of my arm and whisked me away.  Instead, I let him take me to his fancy sports car, and now he is driving me to some undisclosed location.  The simple fact that I am at his mercy, should tell me something.  Coupled with the nagging thoughts in the back of my head, it keeps me from sitting comfortably in my seat. In the silence of the car, he glances over at me and then states, “By the way, I am Sebastian.  What is your name?” I hesitate for a moment, and then say softly, “I am Kaitlyn.  Thank you by the way for saving me from the situation back there.” He nods and then the car fills with silence again, as we both try to figure out what to say next.  When he doesn’t say an

“Sebastian.  Please come here now.” I hear his aunt demand from clear across the room.  Apparently, she heard us fighting last night and now she disapproves of the current living arrangement.  “Your parents would have never approved of all the things you do, let alone the fact that you are living with a woman you barely know.  You need to stop this right now.  Get rid of her!”  The way she says it, just aggravates me enough that I storm out of the room and go to pack my things in a hurry. I hope he will take me to town, so I can go to the police station and figure out how to get back to the states.  Honestly, I don’t know if they can help or not, but all I can do is try.  There is another possibility.  If I can find someone who is willing to lend me a couple thousand dollars until I go back to the States, I can get back on my feet again and then wire them the money.  Hell, I will even sell the house I just purchased t