Lily's Pirate

A soft knocking on the door alerted the dog that someone had come to visit. He looked at his mistress relaxing in a steamy bath then ran out of the room. Another knock at the door, startled the dog into barking as he ran between rooms.

Stirred from her peaceful reverie, Lily's small, companion dog was threatening the dreamlike state that she was in. She stretched out an arm to calm the noisy dog. Once again, Lily could hear the soft instrumental music streaming from the stereo. The hot, steamy lavender-scented bath water easing the tension she had been feeling that day. She began to drift back into deep relaxation and peaceful reverie, when the doorbell chimed.

Lily sighed as she stood up and reached for the bathrobe hanging from a hook next to the tub. Not waiting to towel off, water glistened like diamonds in the soft candlelight illuminating the bathroom. Moving to the door, Lily tugged a robe on to cover the fact that she had been in the tub. Nimbly she tied the belt as she crossed the room, hoping that the knot would stay secure while she opened the door.

Lily reached for the knob and looked around the room for her dog. She spied Fluffy hiding behind the love seat across the room and knew the dog would not dash out when the door opened. With a gentle but firm twist of the knob, Lily eased the door open and blinked the surprise from her eyes.

There before her stood her surprise visitor. A tall man sporting a deep tan, a tan that one gets from being outside most of the year. Cool blue eyes met Lily's brown eyes while trying to avoid looking at the robe easing itself open. A blond mustache and goatee framed his enticing lips; Lily licked a diamond droplet from her lips as it trickled down from her cheek. Admiring his broad chest, she wondered what it would be like to use it as a pillow for her head.

Awe-stricken from the obvious good looks, the most startling thing for Lily was that her unknown gentleman caller dressed as a pirate lord. His attire was complete with a black justacorps, pale blue waistcoat, and a Tricorn hat decorated with a blue ostrich plume. A soft breeze delivered a heady mixture of the man's musk and ocean life to Lily's senses. The light breeze caressed Lily's neck and coaxed her robe to show the bounties hidden within.

Aching yearning filled Bartholomew as he gazed upon the woman standing in the threshold. He smelled of lavender as the woman opened the door. The woman's wet hair and soft pink robe told him that she had been in a bath. Respectfully, he tried to keep his gaze on her face, but this was difficult for him.

A week ago was when Bartholomew decided to meet the woman that he had been exchanging letters with. They had corresponded forever it seemed and Bartholomew had grown to care deeply for this woman. The more he learned about her, the more her words tugged upon his heart, the more he wanted to meet her and hold her. When an opportunity arose for him to attend a conference near where she lived, he jumped at the chance. During his long trip across the country, he wrestled with the idea of meeting her.

He reviewed the scenarios running through his mind on how that first meeting would go. Perhaps he would call and let her know that he was in town for a conference? Or he could show up at her door feigning car trouble and ask to use the phone? Possibly deliver flowers to her, then at once sweeping her into his arms? Or should he dress in attire that they had fantasized about in their letters? Grateful for the pirate captain attire, Bart knew that the flare of the justacorps hid his growing attraction.

"Hi," Bartholomew said.

Lily felt excitement growing inside her though she did not at once understand why. It had not occurred to her that this man, dressed as a pirate, with a southern drawl sweetening the sound of his voice, was the same man she had written letters to.

"Hello, may I help you?" Lily was cautious about posing the question.

Finding courage Bartholomew answered, "I'm sorry for interrupting your bath but I wanted to meet you."

"Meet me?" Lily was puzzled and glanced over at the phone wishing it would ring.

"You are Lily? Lily Calhoun? Aren't you?" the man asked.

"Yes, that is me," Lily answered. "Who are you? How do you know my name?" Lily took a step back and began to ease the door closed as a feeling of vulnerability swept through her.

The man continued, "I'm Bartholomew Saunders. Your friend, Bart Anderson, we exchange emails."

Lily paused and blinked her eyes in disbelief. "Bart?” she said. "How ...?" she began to ask but knew the answer. "Why ...., When ..." Lily was stumbling over her words as her thoughts collided.

"I'm staying near here for a conference. And I wanted to meet you." Bart stated as the awkwardness of the meeting began to subside.

The restless breeze rose and slightly lifted Lily's robe away from her chest. Bartholomew swallowed hard as he glanced at the soft, round fullness of her breast. Almost at once, Lily grabbed her robe in modesty and then invited Bartholomew inside her home.

"Please, have a seat." Lily graciously offered. Nervous she added, "I'm going to throw some clothes on." She had not expected any company that day, let alone Bartholomew. In their letters, he had made it clear to her that he was not interested in pursuing a serious relationship. Surprised, Lily felt flattered that he had made a special trip to meet her.

Bartholomew soaked in every detail of the room and smiled to himself. Her home was close to exact as he had envisioned it. Warm earth tones lovingly invited individuals to feel at ease. The ceiling fan circulated the warm air that rose from the burning fire. Soft melodies from surrounding speakers engulfed him and lured the remaining tension away from him. Enticing aromas arose from light candles erasing the weariness of his trip.

'This is the way a home should feel', he thought to himself. Then he chose a spot on the long overstuffed sofa and found himself drifting into deep relaxation.

Lily wore a pair of blue jeans and a red silk wrap shirt when she walked out of her room. Spying Bart, on the couch with head slightly tilted, eyes closed; Lily smiled to herself. She was happy that her home was comfortable enough for anyone to feel at ease. Casually, she made her way to the kitchen and heated water for tea. Before she had climbed into her bath, Lily had made a fruit and vegetable platter for herself. She brought this out of the refrigerator and gingerly placed it on the table in front of the couch.

She then went back into the kitchen and chose a jasmine flower tea. Choosing a glass pot so that the flower could be observed as it opened, she prepared the tea. Lily placed the pot of tea, two cups, spoons, napkins, and sweeteners on a tray and carried them into the living room. She set the tray in place on an end table and then positioned herself on the sofa as she observed her unexpected caller.

A sense of contentment emanated from the resting figure before her. His eyelids fluttered as he dozed. The Tricorn hat was precariously tilted, revealing the smooth, clean-shaven head underneath. His slow even breathing made his chest rise and fall rhythmically. Lily wanted to reach out to stroke his cheek but decided against disturbing the man.

Turning her attention to the tea, she could see that the flower was open and poured herself a cup of the refreshment. As she leaned over to grab an avocado wedge, the man stirred. Lily straightened watching as his eyes fluttered open. She offered a smile and waited while the man grasped his bearings.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to doze off like that" Bart said.

"No worries. Traveling wears people out" trying at putting the man at ease Lily stated.

"Yes, it does." Bart responded. "I promise I don't make a habit of walking into someone's home and falling asleep though." The man laughed away the discomfort he felt.

"Would you like some tea?" Lily asked. "And you can help yourself to the fruit and vegetable platter if you like." Lily handed him a napkin.

"Please and thank you" Bart accepted a cup of tea from Lily and took a squash spear from the platter.

Comfortable in each other's company, Bart and Lily did not notice the clock. Their letters had given them familiarity with each other that led to a comfortable exchange of conversation. Neither of them noticed the lateness of the day and soon the sky outside was dark. Lily invited Bart to stay for dinner, and he helped her prepare the fish. To the casual observer, it appeared as if these two had spent their lives together instead of a first meeting such was the harmony between Bart and Lily.

After the dinner dishes were washed, Bart and Lily carried their mint tea out to the deck overlooking the lake. The starry sky and moonlight reflected off of the lake creating a romantic atmosphere. Lily took a sip of her mint tea and shivered slightly in the cool night air. Noticing the tremble, Bart put an arm around Lily's shoulders and pulled her closer to keep her warm.

Bart set his cup of tea on the railing and then took Lily's cup and did the same with it. He turned Lily to face him and stared down into her face. Without hesitation, Bart caressed Lily's cheek with the back of his hand. As he yearned to kiss her luscious lips, Bart was unsure whether the timing was right. He wrapped both arms around Lily and firmly embraced her to him. He could feel his warmth melting away the night's chill and her resistance to his charm.

Placing two fingers under Lily's chin, Bart tilted Lily's head back and leaned in; he kissed her enticing lips with a soft touch from his lips. Lily felt the last of her resistance slip away as their lips first met. The soft, warm touch of those inviting lips stopped time for the couple. Inside each of them, longing welled up as the kiss parted. Without speaking, they gazed into each other's eyes. And then in unspoken agreement, they kissed again.

Tongues slipped through closed lips to discover the moist warmth and softness waiting on the other side. Tentatively darting in and out at first, flicking at the new discovery, circling the inside of the yielding mouth, the tongues interlocked in passionate play. Passionate desires stirred deep within the two friends begging them to give to pleasure. When the kiss ended, Lily rested her head on Bart's chest as he held her. He could feel the way her breasts yielded to him and spread themselves across his breast. Content holding her, he hoped this night would not end.

As the night grew cold, Lily knew that they must return to the warmth of the house. Slow and reluctant she edged away from Bart and made her way to the door. She grabbed Bart's hand and lead him into the house. The dying fire required attention so Lily picked up the poker and shoved the logs around. Soon the fire was burning healthy.

Bart watched as Lily arranged the logs in the fire as he walked by her. His gaze stopped his movement as her wrap shirt revealed the soft full breast that had been next to him. He longed to release the breast from its trappings, to hold it in his hands feeling its softness. Bart’s gaze shifted to the round fullness that splayed before him as Lily bent over to stoke the fire. Outside Bart had resisted the urge to caress Lily's bottom, but now the urge grew stronger. Bart's thoughts became clouded as he admired Lily's sensuality.

'I think it would be best if I leave now. Not that I want to but' Bart said as he stepped back a little.

Lily turned to face him her brown eyes wide as she searched his face for an explanation. She did not want him to leave.

' ... if I stay I might do something ...' Bart added

Lily smiled and walked up to Bart. She leaned in to place a kiss on Bart's cheek, her hands lightly touching his chest to steady herself. Bart could no longer resist her. He firmly and passionately kissed her as he slid his hands along her sumptuous behind. He pulled her close to him and moved them towards the sofa.

Still locked in the passionate kiss, Bart fell on the sofa drawing Lily with him. The blood rushed from his head as his kisses moved between her mouth and neck. His loins ached to know her and the bulge in his pants threatened to break his zipper. He was succumbing to the moment when a soft moan escaped from her lips. His insides first twisted in delight and then in agony as he raised himself from the sofa. Bart took in a deep breath to clear his head.

"I need to go now," Bart said scared by how deeply he cared for this woman. He felt that if he stayed that he would jeopardize their friendship.

"Oh, okay." Lily tried not to sound as dejected as she felt.

The expression on Lily's face and the sound of her voice wrenched at the fabric of Bart's being.

"Thank you, nice to meet you in person. I thoroughly enjoyed your company." Lily lightened.

"The pleasure was all mine thank you," Bart said as he gave Lily a hug and kiss goodbye. Holding her still, Bart gazed into Lily's eyes and saw her burning wish.

Gazing into Bart's eyes, Lily sensed his desires and fears. Still holding him close, Lily reached for one of Bart's hands and placed it on her breast. She lightly squeezed the back of the hand forcing it to close around her breast. She then lightly kissed Bart's neck making her way to his ear. Her tongue flicked at an earlobe in rhythm to the pulsing hand on her breast. Bart started to kiss Lily's neck, but that kiss turned to sucking as he pumped Lily's breast. There was no leaving now.

Lily turned in Bart's grasp, lightly placing her hand over his still holding her breast. She led the way to her bedroom. Turning back to face Bart, Lily unbuttoned his shirt and slid her hands up his chest underneath the shirt. Bart admiringly watched as Lily removed his shirt. She then caressed his chest and made little circles on his nipples before pushing him to her bed.

Bart curiously watched as Lily unwrapped her shirt, underneath she was wearing a bustier. Bart reached for Lily drawing her near to him. Tender kisses dotted her breasts as he slid his hands to her bottom. They fell to the bed. Lily's legs straddle Bart, his face delightfully buried in her chest. Lily straightened up as Bart released the fasteners of the bustier. He gazed upon the two mounds that he had glimpsed earlier that day.

He took both mounds into his hands and firmly kneaded on them. Then massaging them he drew them close to his mouth. He kissed each one, licking his way between and around the two mounds. Then he slid one nipple into his mouth and sucked the breast in. Closing his eyes in delight, he sucked and chewed on one mound while kneading the other mound with one hand. He then suckled the other breast as he reached for Lily's rump and shifted her slightly for comfort. Excited, knowing their loins were close to each other, Bart moved his hips up and down.

Bart rolled Lily to her back and laid on top of her while he kissed her passionately on the lips. His kisses made their way down to her belly button where his tongue darted in and out. He then stood up and undid his pants. His newly released manhood pointed towards the ceiling as his pants slid down around his ankles. Lily watched as Bart undid her pants. Then she closed her eyes as he kissed her stomach while sliding her pants off.

Bart stepped back and admired the naked woman on the bed. Her softness and moist warmth were calling to him, urging him to take her. Bart skillfully caressed Lily's entire body. After massaging her, Bart kissed and licked his way up her legs; reaching the junction pausing to suck on her swirl. His tongue slid into her opening and darted around, Lily's hips rose to grant access to her moist place. He continued to kiss, lick, dart, flick, and suck while Lily squirmed and moaned in delight. Soon she was tensing to deliver a gush of sweet nectar. Bart slid his hands under her hips to bring her closer to his mouth as he slurped up the delight.

Confident that he had imbibed all the nectar, Bart slid two fingers into her nest, enabling his thumb to press on her sweet spot. He wiggled these around while he kissed his way to Lily's mounds again. Lily encouragingly rubbed Bart's head. Bart kissed each breast and firmly took each nipple between his teeth to tug at it. He then eased himself down on top of Lily and held her face in his hands to smother her in kisses. His gems dangled near Lily's button as she wrapped her legs around Bart.

Passionate excitement rose in both of them as they kissed. Their hands caressed each other and searched for the soft supple skin of tender areas to heighten excitement. Lily's hand found Bart's hardened erection. Tightening her hand around it, she slid up and down on it, enticing it to release its juice. Bart squirmed and shifted positions freeing him from Lily’s hold. The top of his manhood rested on Lily's opening. She tilted her hips to allowing deeper penetration as Bart rose slightly to thrust into her.

His member plunged deep into Lily's moist, cushioned softness. A slight moan from Lily froze Bart. His organ throbbed and bounced inside, tickling her unseen place. Lily tightened her legs around Bart's middle sliding her hands around to his back. She drew him to her; her body language urged him not to move. Their tension climbed as her muscles tightened and released around his throbbing, bouncing manhood. They began to move in unison that stroked each other pleasurably.

Each time Lily would tense and release more moisture around Bart's member, Bart would pause and watch the transformation on Lily's face. Then he would plunge in and out of her faster, harder. His balls slapping against her tightening as he approached climax. Lily would moan each time before sending a flood, each time her moans got louder, driving Bart to plunge deeper into her. He would hold himself there until the spasms passed, allowing his climax to retreat slightly. Bart knew that soon he would climax with her and that was what he was waiting for.

He adeptly plunged into her moistness, slipping and sliding along the soft pillows inside her. He would fully insert himself each time, trying to get his balls in at the same time. Her muscles would urge him in, lock him in, and then fervently push him outwards. He fought against being pushed out; he wanted to stay buried in the soft, moist darkness. Another flood of moistness engulfed him, pride at knowing he had caused it swelled within him.

His own urge to release was strong; he pounded deep into the hole. Pulling back to the opening, Bart teased his member’s head. Hearing a soft moan drove the man crazy. He pumped and plunged, hard and fast, he wanted to time his with hers. Faster and faster he went as he felt the pressure building inside of him. Surrounding his lingam was pressure from her muscles as they were beginning to tense around him. Faster, harder, deeper he thrust as her moaning grew. As the world exploded, pent-up pressure released into her, and her floods surrounded him. They both froze as the explosions occurred, feeling final release.

Bart eased himself back down on top of Lily and kissed her deeply. His manhood still deep inside her was empty of tension. Lily relaxed her leg hold around Bart's waist but still encircled him. She could feel his manhood relaxing and softening, feeling that she had thoroughly satisfied her man she smiled to herself. The passion between them had been as great as the attraction.

That night they slept in each other's arms, dreaming peaceful thoughts. In the morning when they woke, they made love. And they knew they had found each other.