Ben’s blue eyes became serious. “You’re becoming aroused.” He pointed to the pink flush spreading across Tessa’s breasts and then placed her hand on his crotch, which was hard. “You’ve yet to experience the long, sweet fuck. I can hold you, fill you with my cock and rock you slowly until we both come. You can fall asleep with my arms around your spent body and I’ll fall asleep with your pussy around my spent cock.”
Tessa didn’t even flinch at his bad words. “Show me.”
And so he did.
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Ben was as good as his promise. He had entered her gently and rocked her for what seemed like hours. Their sex was unhurried; the frenzy she’d felt in the back of the limousine was replaced by a languid build-up that ended with them coming just moments apart. Also true to his promise, Ben stayed inside Tessa until she fell asleep. The position was slightly awkward but worth it for Tessa; she fell asleep with a smile gently curled around her lips.
Tessa awoke to early morning light and Ben’s blue eyes.
“I’m going now,” he said, tousling her hair. When he kissed her cheek he smelled of toothpaste and kindness.
“Thank you, for everything, but mostly for giving me exactly what I needed,” Tessa said. “As great as your sex skills are, I think you’re even better at reading women.”
“You’re a sexy woman with a lot to offer a man. But what you offer goes far beyond sex.” He brushed a strand of hair from Tessa’s face. “Ask for what you need. Give what you can. And the rest will take care of itself.” Ben stood. “I left a note on the dresser with the details of your next set of sessions. But don’t worry about getting up now. You’ve got all day and most of tomorrow to relax. Russell will have the pleasure of working with you tomorrow evening.”
He waved goodbye, Tessa blew him a kiss and Ben Larsen disappeared out the door. Tessa felt sure she would never see him again, and it brought her to quiet, gentle tears. She hadn’t fallen for the big “Aussie goofball,” but she had deeply appreciated everything about him. She closed her eyes, but couldn’t sleep. There was another man she deeply appreciated and now there was enough time to tell him so. She booted up her laptop.
David,
I so appreciated your last email. You are an amazing person.
You know I was married and that my husband, Mark, died in an auto accident three years ago. Here’s what you don’t know: after his death, I discovered he had been cheating on me. In fact, he died cheating on me. I was devastated and withdrew from men completely. After a year and a half of isolation, I decided to try dating. I met a man who seemed nice. We shared similar interests and saw each other several times…until he raped me. That was the last straw for me. I spent months trying to pull myself back up. I just couldn’t. I hurt so much that all I wanted was to escape. I was only able to see one way out of the pain, and so I tried to kill myself last May. Fortunately I failed, but in the process found a group of professionals to help me put my life back together.
And that’s what my Australia trip is really about: me, putting my life back together. My journey to Sydney is a very private one, the details of which I will likely never share with anyone. But someday (and soon, I hope) I will be able to say I’ve faced my issues and overcome them. I still have work to do, but already see much progress. I have so much hope for my future.
One of the things I’ve learned is to ask for what I need, which has been (and still is) surprisingly hard for me to do. I’m going to practice that new skill right now and ask you to support my journey. Your friendship and the hope that it may grow into something more means the world to me.