During the Crossing (closed)

[heartofcourage]

Amanda smiled as she sat back down on the sofa and curled her feet underneath her. He sounded alright by the sound of his voice, but she supposed at this moment he was feeling no pain. Come the morning there would be hell to pay when he woke up with a hang over.

“Hey.” She said softly, listening to him thank her for looking out. “Well, I’d be a pretty terrible casual acquaintance if I didn’t look out for you, wouldn’t I?” She laughed at her own joke.

“I was wondering though, if you’re not doing anything tomorrow evening, maybe we could meet for coffee in the city before we got on the ferry.” She suggested, trying to sound casual but feeling incredible nervous. “I mean, if you don’t have any other plans. It’s fine if you do.”

 

[salty_sailor]

There was a moment of silence on his end of the line. Hers too as she finished her proposal. In less time than it takes to say so, Christian made a mental catalogue of all the reasons he should take her up on her offer. Just as quickly he rattled together a list of all the reasons he oughtn't spend an afternoon, albiet likely a pleasant one, whiling away the hours in a cafe downtown.

"You wouldn't be trying to take advantage of a guy's diminished capacity, would you? I haven't been known to make the best choices when I'm somewhat inebriated...which I'll admit I still am. Besides it's way after my bedtime, probably yours as well---perhaps its you too who are having a lapse in judgement?"

He trailed off lamely. Somehow he was unable to come up with a good reason not to go out with this woman....at least a reason that he thought worth saying out loud.

At a battle swayed back and forth inside himself, unable to tip the balance one way or another, he found his mouth working and almost without his control his lips framed the words, his voice hummed: "sure, lets."

 

[heartofcourage]

“Well, what if I was trying to take advantage?” She asked him in a sly voice, sitting back on her sofa as she nervously waited for his answer. “I don’t think that you’d mind if I did. It seems to me that you need someone to push you around from time to time.”

As confident as she sounded, she was absolutely terrified that he’d say no. She was really starting to like Christian and she wanted to get to know him better besides the brief encounters they had on the ferry that took them to and from the city.

When he answered, she tried to contain the happy sound that left her lips. Clearing her throat, she still sounded pleased when she responded. “Fantastic. Let’s say three o’clock at the Parisian Café on 54th Street? I’ll even be gracious and let you pay.”

She laughed, her voice sounding husky as she flirted over the phone with him. It had been a long time since Amanda had found any reason to really flirt with a guy and she was enjoying the attention. It made her feel strong and powerful, more like herself.

“Oh, and bring your camera. I have some questions I want to ask.”

 

[salty_sailor]

After the goodbyes he hangs up. That much he remembered the following morning. That much and not a bit of anything else. His memory was turning around that pivotal moment---she had asked, he had said yes. He turned off his alarm, which seemed to come far too early.

He looked around the room, from a sitting position in bed. How had he even gotten there? Did he brush his teeth? What had happened last night? Surely there was more to it. He shifted himself from bed after cupping his forehead in his hands for a minute. As he went about his morning routine he flipped on his phone and paged through a couple of emails that had come in through the night. And then he remember again...

What had he said or done that had so piqued her interest? She had wanted something too, he knew that, but what? He wasn't quite sure. They had made plans....for....coffee, in the afternoon. Downtown. All these thoughts came flooding back to him through the morning fog of a hangover. And like a lighthouse streaming through that fog, he suddenly looked around his apartment, somewhat appalled at his own slovenliness.

He scrambled to quickly throw dirty laundry in the hamper, realizing that it was overflowing he stomped down on it and managed to close the lid. He hurriedly washed the dishes and when he had dried and put away every last one he ran a vacuum around the place. Finished with that he went to shower, carefully and methodically. Then is was a shave and a fresh set of clothing. In a minute he would be out the door and on the way to the morning ferry. Hoping against hope, as he scooped up his keys, that he would not miss the boat.

 

[heartofcourage]

That next morning Amanda woke and dress casually in jeans and a flowing white blouse. Pulling on a pair of low heeled sandals, she felt perfect for a leisurely day and satisfied that she would look good for their meeting at the café. She styled her hair and grabbed her purse to leave the house. She would stop first and gathering the magazines that Christian had suggested that she pick up. Once she had those in her possession, she would go some browsing for a few new outfits and then arrive at the café early.

She had missed one ferry already by the time that she showed up at the dock and sighed in disappointment. She would have missed Christian then too. The thought bothered her, but she tried not to let it get to her. On the next one, she drove in and claimed a space, exiting the car and taking a seat on the deck. It was a beautiful day with the sun shining. She pulled on her sun glasses and pulled out her magazines, starting to read the first article there as she waited for the ferry to disembark.

 

[salty_sailor]

The day seemed to drag on forever. He sat in his office, half of the time staring off into space and half of the time fussing none too effectively with the lay out of a couple of magazine pages that had crossed his desk. He looked out over the waters and stared into the bright sun. He felt somewhat left out of the pervasive joy that accompanied going outdoors on a gorgeous day. Perhaps his mood would change when he finally escaped. The last half hour or so he simply stared at the clock, his chin resting in his hand.

When he finally got up to leave, he tried to do so without attracting too much notice from his boss. Instead he waited until he had gone off on some errand and told his secretary simply: "I'm going out for a few hours...though possibly longer. Don't be surprised if I don't make it back in today." 'She did look surprised' he decided with an internal smugness. He slung his bag over his shoulder and locked his door. He was heading out early, planning on getting there before her and he was smiling to himself when he pushed through the firedoor at the base of the stair and stepped out into the sunshine.

 

[heartofcourage]

Amanda had enjoyed her day off. She had taken in a few shops, bought a few items, and ignored her phone every time it rang. She trusted her staff to keep everything under control for at least a day and by early afternoon everything had stopped. The day was very nice as well and she had left her car parked and walked to the café. She arrived shortly after their agreed time and looked around, smiling as she spotted Christian sitting at a table for two.

She walked to the table, sitting down across from him. “Hey. I’m happy you agreed to come.” She said with a warm smile, placing her purse on the floor. She pulled off her sunglasses and propped them on her head, taking in the sight of a clean and well groomed Christian. “So you made it home alright last night? You seem a little happier since we last met.”

She was babbling and she was nervous but she wasn’t sure why. She knew that sooner or later she would end up in bed with Christian, but those thoughts were way early. She would bide her time, enjoy his company and then pounce when the moment was right.

 

[salty_sailor]

As he sat in the cafe he was thinking, reflecting that being a grown up means you don't get to do what you want. You don't get to rage and drink and fuck with impunity. 'Even my thoughts to myself feel civilized somehow...' He lamented a litany of life's little injustices.

He knew that what he really wanted was to take her into the restroom at the back of the cafe, pull down her jeans and fuck her from behind. He longed to twist his fingers into those luscious red curls of hers and make her arc her back for him, moaning. Instead, she was checking up on him to make sure he made it home at night, he was recommending reading and they were setting lunch dates. He had so much pent up energy and he seemed unable to find an outlet for it. How long had it been since he had felt truly free to do what he wanted? And how was it that this one seemed likely that she would take that away again? Was he ready for this again? He didn't know, she seemed to think so, and somewhere there was a compromise between them.

When she walked in he couldn't help but smile though, half to himself and half to her. He looked her up and down, half hungrily and half in genuine curiosity. His smile and his intrigue grew some as she confidently strutted towards him.

He smiled up at her as she came in, and in a very polite and civilized manner asked her about her day.

 

[heartofcourage]

Amanda sat across from him and smiled as she saw the look on his face. “Do you really want to know about my day? You look tells me no.” She settled back in her seat and laughed at the surprise that bloomed across his features.

She studied Christian for a long moment, seeing the look of lust in his eyes and the curiosity that soon followed. He was thinking about what she would be like in bed. It was a look that she’d seen on many men’s faces as they watched her walk and move. It was a heady sensation to know that she was wanted and desired and when she thought about how much she wanted Christian, it made it all the better.

“Tell me, when was the last time you were with a woman?” She asked him, her eyebrow raising at the look that he gave her. She leaned forward, her face inches away from his and she smiled. “I’m a woman who knows what I want, Christian. I want you, I know that much and the way you look at me tells me that you want me. So, who will be the person that makes the first move?”

 

[salty_sailor]

As she leaned in towards him, he couldn't help but to glance down her blouse. He wondered if she noticed the slight downward cast of his eyes before they returned to focus on her face.

Now he knew, just how obvious he was being. She could read his face like an open book. He hated it, and loved it at the same time. He brought along his camera, like she had asked...thinking it might draw out the conversation, the play, that delicious back and forth. He remembered being a stranger on the ferry...that was such a short time ago.

He decided then that he would play it as cool as possible for as long as he was able. He leaned back then, taking his mug in hand, hoping that it didn't look like a defensive posture. He hoped he looked casual, but god was he nervous. It had been so long since he'd even flirted with a woman he thought was a potential match.

Leaning against the backrest he said, "Yes, I do want to know about your day." Then, overcoming his internal stumbling blocks, a small smile lifted the corners of his lips. 'Small victories my friend, small victories.'

 

[heartofcourage]

Amanda saw the look that crossed his face and she smiled. He thought he was being suave and cool, asking her about her day. He looked pleased with himself and it seemed that he was secretly nervous beneath the surface. It made her laugh softly and she took a sip from her coffee, settling back in her seat and thinking about what her next move would be.

“Well, my day was good. I took the day off and shopped. I bought some new clothes, some new shoes, and some lingerie. Too bad I don’t have anyone to share that lingerie with.” The grin on her face grew larger as she watched the slight start on his features.

“And you. How was your day?” She asked, looking equally as pleased with herself. She wanted to keep him off guard and guessing, watching for the opening that she needed to pounce.

 

[salty_sailor]

The self satisfied smile that he was wearing slipped from his face as he realized that not only was she going to try to 'out cool' him, but that in fact she might just win. He just about choked on the coffee in his mouth when she mentioned the new lingerie she had bought, and lamented about not having anyone to show off to. Now he was outright hiding behind his mug, but his mind was slowly ticking over about how just to get her into that lingerie. Maybe, just maybe, she needed some photos taken in it?? How would be broach that subject however?

He started talking, but midway through he realized that he was just rambling, and not really talking about anything worthwhile or interesting. And then suddenly he knew what it was that he could talk about at length, something that interested him endlessly. Not only that, but she seemed interested in his photography as well. He placed his camera on the table, glancing down at the screen, he aimed the lens through the plates of broken up food, between the mugs and clicked the shutter.

When he spun the camera around to show her the result. The foreground of ceramics framed and gave context to the situation. The casual outfit and the half smile that slyly hovered about the lower half of her face was all that showed, and yet it told so much.

"If you wanted to capture another moment, it would take another outfit, different context, perhaps a different look. But you can tell a lot by the expression on a face....especially yours. You have particularly eloquent lips.
He took a sip from his mug.

 

[heartofcourage]

Amanda watched as the smile slipped off his face and she kept her own features schooled. He was trying to wait her out, feel her mood, and she was keeping him off guard. She loved the game that they were playing and she was determined to win.

She didn’t listen to him as he talked, but watched as he pulled out his camera and placed it on the table that was cluttered with their mugs and plates. The smile on her face widened was he whipped the camera around and snapped a picture. He was back in his element again as he captured a moment with his camera. It was like a shield and Amanda grinned as he mentioned capturing another moment with another outfit.

“I would love it if you captured another moment. In another place. In another outfit.” She said as she watched him carefully. “Perhaps the lingerie I bought today? Tell me, Christian…would you like to see me in it?”

 

[salty_sailor]

He had to control himself to keep from spitting the coffee in his mouth across the table. He was at a bit of a loss. Here was this gorgeous woman practically begging to show off in front of him, to allow him to capture her on film, to prance around nude, shameless, wanting. At least, that's how it went in his imagination. It ran on until the camera was forgotten on the chair in the corner, her hands were on his bare chest, his lips were caressing the side of her neck.

And then he was on his feet, shaking his head. He disappeared out of her line of sight only long enough to slide a few bills across the counter. He was walking back to the table before the cashier could even offer him any change. And with one hand he bent to scoop up his backpack, camera and all. With his other he took her by the wrist, pulling her up out of her chair. Dragging her and her bags behind him he pushed open the front door and made it fifty feet down the sidewalk before stopping.

Turning back to her, and slightly sheepish look on his face, he said: "Ok, now what?"

 

[heartofcourage]

Amanda could barely hide the laughter as Christian stood up in a flurry. He paid their bill before he came back to the table and grabbed her wrist and her bags before pulling her out of the café and onto the street. He was excited and she knew that she had him wrapped around her finger.

She laughed as he stopped on the sidewalk and turned to look at her with a sheepish look on his face. She leaned forward and kissed him deeply, sighing as his lips responded to hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss before she released him and grinned.

“Well, I have a few ideas of what we do next. I just need to figure out what I think you’ll be up to.” She reached between them and stroked over the bulge that was coming to attention in his pants. She smiled widely and stroked him for a long moment before she stepped away. “Just what I thought. Let’s go to my car and I’ll take us somewhere private.”

 

[salty_sailor]

It had been all about work lately. His work was his life and my life was his work. Ever since the divorce it seemed like he was just charging ahead one day at a time, trying hard not to look back, and trying hard to stay busy and distracted.

And speaking of distraction, he was yanked forcefully out of his head when her fingers grazed his stiffening cock through his pants. It seemed as though she knew where this was heading better than he did. Her hand wrapped around his cock, which was starting to strain against his trousers.

He lost himself in her lips, letting the space between them shrink and disappear until there was nothing between them but their kiss. The only sensation he could feel was her touch. When she pulled away he could feel his shoulders relax and shrink some. He wanted more, and she knew it.

When she mentioned getting somewhere private, he wondered what she had in mind. He knew that they both lived across the water and he didn't think he could wait long enough for them to make it home. When she turned in the direction of her parked her, her bags trailing in her wake, he was right behind her. He admired her ass and the sway of her hips, he found himself wondering what sort of lingerie she was wearing...and oddly enough, how well it would photograph. He was her plaything and he was happy to follow along.

 

[heartofcourage]

Amanda knew that he was following her. He was like a lost puppy that would follow a stranger home. She smiled as she looked over her shoulder at him while she pulled out her keys and opened the trunk of her sleek car. Packing the bags that she’d bought away then she nodded towards the passenger seat as she slid into the driver’s side. Waiting for Christian, she smiled over at him, pulled on her sun glasses and pulled out of her parking spot.

She could have made it to the ferry but she thought that for that night, they should be a little more daring. She drove further down town until she pulled before a ritzy hotel. Once in front of it, she reached for her purse and pulled out her credit card, looking over at Christian with a grin.

“Think this will do for your pictures? I’m going to go rent a room. Be a dear and grab my bags from the back and have the valet park in the garage.” Leaning across the inside of the car, she kissed Christian again, sighing as they parted.

 

[salty_sailor]

He watched her getting out of the car, the lithe movements of her gorgeous body, and he knew that he wanted her. He wanted her every way imaginable, every way that a man could have a woman. When she slammed the door and strutted into the hotel, his lips were still tingling. He got the bags out of the car, the keys in hands of the valet. Christian watched, somewhat distrustfully as the valet pulled away from the curb, recalling all the horror stories he'd heard over the years, about folks who had never seen their cars again.

He struggled somewhat getting through the revolving door, and by the time he had done all that, several minutes had elapsed. So it was that he had to approach the counter and ask what room you had just rented. It took another minute to convince the steward that he wasn't some creepy stalker...though who would have thought that such a stunningly beautiful woman would keep such a bedraggled (though polished as well as he could) baggage train.

As the elevator climbed, he had to wonder what I would find when he got to the room. At the correct floor, he looked both ways to identify if the room numbers were ascending or descending. And there, the moment of truth, he stood outside the room and took a deep breath and knocked, in a manner that he hoped would express confidence and masculinity to whosoever was waiting on the other side.

 

[heartofcourage]

Amanda was sitting on the bed of her 10th floor suite, looking out over the city in the mid afternoon sun as she waited for Christian to come. The clouds were lazily rolling in the sky and everything seemed peaceful. She grinned to herself, thinking about what she was about to do to the man that she’d met on the ferry.

Hearing the knock at the door she stood and went to open it, grinning wider when she saw Christian standing there trying to look nonchalant and confident. “Come on in.” She said as she stepped aside and let him enter the brightly lit room.

When he sat the bags on the ground, she looked up at him and pressed her fingers against his chest in a seductive way. “So tell me, Mr. Photographer, how would you like your model to pose?”

 

[salty_sailor]

In a moment of panic, he had to reassure himself that the camera bag was one of those that he had just added to the pile near the door. Taking a deep breath and a swallow he reassured himself that it was. Looking into her eyes, those big lustrous and demanding eyes he felt her hand on his chest. The slight pressure coupled with its insistence and the expression on her face was a heady mixture. He wanted more.

Sliding past her hand he pressed his body against hers with equal insistence. And when his lips found hers he plunged into a kiss. His tongue sought hers and began to explore her mouth and his strong arms wrapped her body close to his.

He had to take a deep breath as he took a step back. "There, I just had to set the appropriate mood." His mind was racing as to all the possibilities of the camera, the play of light as it comes down the sky and fills the room, and finally glancing down at all the erotic possibilities still in the packages at his feet. He began to wonder what might be found there. "Start by acting naturally...what sort of poses feel right to you? What aspects of your personality do you want to show off?" I reach down into my bag and pull out the camera.

 

[heartofcourage]

Amanda was surprised as Christian took the initiative and kissed her when he put the bags down on the ground. She had yet to see him be forceful or leading anything between them, but she was very pleased as his lips pressed against hers. Their tongues found each other, exploring each other’s mouths as his arms wrapped tightly around her.

She was breathless by the time that he broke the kiss and took a step back, a smile crooking the corner of her moth. Then he slipped into familiar territory as he started talking about photography and how she felt comfortable posing. She sauntered over towards the bed and took a seat, lounging back on the surface as she watched him retrieve his camera bag.

“Anything on the bed would be fine with me.” She said with a grin. “But I think the real question should be…what will I be wearing?”

 

[salty_sailor]

"Wear? I suppose I hadn't put much thought into what you would wear...." He said, smirking somewhat. His words were muffled somewhat, but the camera and his hands held there, blocking the vast majority of his face. He was already off and running, in a small world all his own. He was lost in the moment, enjoying the play of light and shadow across her face, enjoying the contrasting shades of auburn hair and creamy skin, and the shades of gray it would render when he got the film to the darkroom. The shutter was snapping away as she cocked her head towards him, her trusses falling down over one shoulder; as if to repeat the question.

He stood from where he had been kneeling, pointing the camera up into her face and the setting sun. Back where he had dropped the various bags, he plunged in a hand and removed the first scrap of material that his fingers came across. It was red, silk or satin, very fine under his fingers, and trimmed in lace. "How about this?" He looked down into the VS bag and pulled out a: http://www.victoriassecret.com/sleep...alogueType=OLS He look up questioningly, holding it out at arms length. When the slip slid free of its tangles and draped from its clothes hanger he saw what he had pulled out for the first time, and his cheeks reddened somewhat. He knew that there was no going back now however, and he continued thrusting it out in her direction.

 

[heartofcourage]

Amanda tilted her head to the side, watching Christian and his camera. It seemed like an extension of his body and he was body serious and sensual about photography. She watched him smile, almost become melancholy, behind the lenses but she also found him an incredibly sexy man. He was funny, a bit shy, but she found the entire package incredibly appealing.

She grinned as he reached into a bag and pulled out a lacy piece of lingerie. He looked down at the scrap of fabric as if he didn’t know exactly what it was before he held it out to her. She smiled at the charming way that his cheeks reddened and she saw the moment that he resigned himself to the fact that this was going to happen and there was nowhere for him to go.

“Ah, one of my new favorites.” She said with a purr to her voice as she plucked the red piece from his hand and held it against her body for a moment. “I think you’ll like it too.” She said as she placed it upon the bed and reached down to pull her shirt over her head.

Her hair fell in a curtain around her body as her shirt cleared over her head and she stood there before him in her black bra. Reaching down towards the snap at the waist, her bottoms were soon down around her ankles and she stepped out of them as gracefully as she could, leaving her standing there in her underwear.

“So far, so good?” She asked as she turned her back towards him and finished undressing, hiding her most intimate areas from his view just yet as she shimmied into the silky material and then turned to face him.

“Well?” She asked, the piece barely covering her body and showcasing her hard nipples as they poked against the slinky piece.

 

[salty_sailor]

He had almost forgotten that he was supposed to be playing the role of photographer. Instead, he cradled the camera in the crook of his elbow as a football player might a ball as he stared somewhat open mouthed at her nakedness. He gathered his jaw up off the floor enough so that he might start shooting pictures. He was really getting into it now, enjoying the play of rosy afternoon light across her creamy skin, and the contrast of auburn hair cascading over her shoulder.

The coy half turn was sultry and lustful; it left little to the imagination and she knew it. She was simply toying with her. Somehow, he was okay with that. He wanted her back in her clothes for some reason, perhaps to help her out of her things, one piece at a time as though unwrapping a gift. He knew too that there were many other surprises in the bags at his feet, and this slip was one of many.

Her question to him caught him off guard, he was simply enjoying the moment. He half wondered if she could see how much he was enjoying the moment, in the form of a certain stretching of the front of his trousers. When he answered his voice came out muffled, his mouth obscured behind the camera and his hands blocking his face. "What do I think? I don't know...somehow I think we can do better. You probably have a better idea of what you look best in." Though in reality, he could hardly keep his gaze from the hardening nipples pressing outward from her slip. What he said was simple enough, but what he was thinking, was of the angles, the positions, the wantoness and lust he had seen in her. He wanted more.

 

[heartofcourage]

Amanda grinned as he watched her though the lens of the camera. He seemed to enjoy that he saw and that was very evident in the tightening crotch of his pants. She took a deep breath, her chest thrust out as he snapped away.

“Hand me that bag by your feet.” She said as she sat down on the bed, her legs crossing as she watched him with a grin. When he snapped to her bidding, she laughed softly and took the bag, pulling out the red lacy bra and panties that left little to the imagination.

“Close your eyes.” She whispered as she waited for him to comply before she slipped out of her nighty and into the bra and panties. She posed herself on her knees in the middle of the bed, her legs slightly spread and a smile on her face. “Alright, open them.”

She could see the lust appear in Christian’s eyes when he looked at her and she could feel her pussy growing incredibly wet with the way that he stared. It was a heady feeling to be the object of such affection and she found herself crooking her finger at him, enticing him towards her.

“Strip for me, Christian. I want to see what you’re hiding under those clothes.” She dared him with a whispered voice, her eyes bright and shining as she grinned at him with a slight tilt to her lips.

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