Nights : Lisa Hayes

Nights :Lisa Hayes
Or
Why Can’t He see my Heart.
By Darkangel98s

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Hentai Alert!!!
The following story contains scenes of sometimes graphic sex of an entertaining and arousing nature. If you are not old enough in your home area, or are offended by healthy, normal rowdy sex between consenting fictional characters, then PISS OFF! This story is not for you, why are you even going to a site that carries this type of story. Oh yea… and parents of the 13-year-old reading this, get a clue. This was written by an adult for adults. If your kid is reading this, it is not my, nor the site it was posted on fault. I would never allow my stories on a site without an age restriction, and I did not personally E-mail it to them. If you would like to blame someone, then blame yourselves, and your obviously inept parenting skills. Watch what your kids do on the net, or at least check the history, to see what they have been looking for. Don't be a Lame ass and look for a scapegoat. Anyway, on with the lewdness and profanity.


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A Night with Lisa Hayes


Lisa sat quietly at the table, sipping coffee. She had a report held idly in one hand, and had been staring at it for at least fifteen minutes without actually reading the words on the page. She was, instead, distracted by Rick Hunter. From where he sat in his living room, sprawled on his couch and watching the television, he was quite the handsome figure. She kept picturing what he would look like naked, and blushing each time. She was just picturing him with no shirt on, when he glanced over at her, and smiled.


“Hey, Lisa. Don’t sit in there all night. Learn to relax a little. Come in here and watch television.” She was busy staring hard at her report, face turning a bright shade of crimson. “Are you feeling ok? You look kind of hot.”


*If only you knew Rick.* She waited a second, by will alone making herself calm down. “I’m fine, Rick. I’ll watch a little T.V. with you before I go home.” She drank the rest of her coffee, and set her report down. Standing, she moved over to the sink, rinsing the cup clean, and placing it inside the dishwasher.


When she walked into the dining room, she felt the happiness she had at being alone with Rick diminish as she saw what he was watching.


Lynn Minmei was there, large as life on screen, wearing a fancy blue silk Chinese dress, with dragons and flowers embroidered in silver thread all over her. Lisa frowned as the shiny material clung to each and every curve, showing off a figure that would have most men drooling. Lisa worked out, went to the gym four times a week, and stayed in shape. Minmei had a body that had actually gotten better over time, and showed the signs of extensive daily workouts and dieting.


She looked over at Rick, and her brow wrinkled even further as she watched him stare at the television with a certain intensity. Whenever Minmei was on the screen he looked at it like that, and it hurt something deep inside her. She doubted she would ever get Rick to look at her that way.


She sat down on the couch beside Rick, and sat on the edge, arm resting on her knee and chin resting on her palm. She was annoyed that he would call her in to watch her rival with him, but after a moment she calmed. Rick was a lot of things. Head strong, proud, naive. Insensitive was not one of them. He just did not realize what was going on around him socially. He knew that he liked both Minmei and her. He did not know exactly how they felt about him though.


“Ya know, you can relax. No need to sit so up tight.” She glanced over at him and he smiled at her, that charming smile that made her weak in the knees, and she gave up. You could not stay mad with Rick, no matter how hard you try. She sat back, sliding back along the couch cushion until she rested next to him, slightly slouched. Her hip just touched his, and she enjoyed the faint contact.


“Rick. Can we watch something else? I’ve seen this special before. Just last week in fact.” He looked over at her, and sighed softly before giving the television one last long look, and taking the remote up, and flipping through the channels. It bothered him to have to change it, but it bothered her more to watch that younger woman entrance the man she loved.


He settled on a movie about pilots in world war two. It was a older picture, and both had seen this as well, but it was a safe neutral ground, something they both could watch. She settled back and began to relax, letting the story take hold of her.


She was almost unaware when she shifted over and leaned into Rick’s side, and she held her breath as he tensed softly. She had not been aware she was going to do it until it was already done, and she did not want to make him uncomfortable. She almost laughed in relief when that oh so slight tensing released. She almost melted when his arm slid from in between them, and slid around her shoulder. It felt comfortable. Like home.


It was like this quite often between them. Like Minmei washed the intimacy away between them, like she had to learn how to snuggle up to Rick each time she did it. She hated that. She wanted to be able to cuddle up to him and not fear the rare uncomfortable stiffness she got from him.


After a few minutes sitting like that, she shifted again, sliding her folded legs up, and putting more weight onto him, snuggling a little lower on his chest. His arm adjusted, and his hand found a place on her back. After a moment, it began a slow, soft circle, rubbing across the shoulders absently. She released a soft sigh, and she snuggled a little closer, almost laying against him.. He glanced over at her, and smiled softly, before looking back to the movie.


They stayed like that for a long time, his hand running across her back, becoming a little more firm, working spot from habit that he knew had developed knots. She found herself stroking his leg softly, more an instinctive more than anything. She was not paying attention to where her hand roamed though, getting comfortable and watching the movie as she was, and she accidentally got a little too close.


Her hand skirted back when it brushed his crotch, and she felt him tense slightly again. He relaxed as if nothing had happened. But it had. She knew it had. She had felt her hand brush his cock, and she had felt how hard it was. She snuck a peak, and was surprised to see the bulge in his sweat pants. He was aroused, and very much so. She looked up, and wondered if it was because he was so close to her right now. She hoped it was, but could not help that little aching voice that told her that he was still thinking about Minmei.


She sat there, concerned about what to do, torn by doubt and indecision. Luckily, the decision had been removed for her. His hand, the one that had been stroking her back had slowly been working it’s way lower, and in a sudden move, it ran across her full hip, and slowly crawled it’s way back up, fingertips caressing the curve of her ass. She nearly screamed in surprise, and when she felt his hand stop, she realized she was the one tensing up. She forced herself to calm down, and her hand began to rub his leg softly again.


At that cue, his hand slowly, hesitant to see if she would freak out or something, began to run a course along her hip, first finger tips and the his whole hand. She felt her heart jump and blood rush to her face when it finally came to rest on one cheek and gave it a soft squeeze. She looked up at him slowly, and watched him simply stare at the T.V. ahead.


His hand continued to rub her ass, and give it very soft little squeezes, and this made her a little bolder. Her hand began to rub along his inner thigh, till it came in contact with his member, firm and solid beneath her fingers. Her palm cupped it, and rubbed against his pants smooth material. She head him exhale slowly, and smiled impishly. His hand began to massage her butt faster, more assured, and she reciprocated with her hand.


It was like a rock against her hand, and she could feel the heat of the blood rushing through it, even through the sweatpants material. She wrapped her fingers gently around it and started a slowly stroking motion. His hand gave her a firmer squeeze, and slid a little lower on her rear, where it could wrap around, and it did. She felt it rub the material, it not the touch itself, right where her cunt was. She ached to have it touch her there.


She gave his cock a few more strokes before his hand touched hers, it took hers and guided it up, into the waist band of his sweats, and together they pushed them down. His erect member rose free, hard and bobbing there before her. She looked at it, then up, meeting his eyes as they looked at her, pleading for her to touch it. She pushed herself forward slightly, and putting herself a little more on his lap, and still looking into his eyes, wrapped her hand back around the hot flesh of his manhood. He sighed softly, and she felt satisfaction.


Her hand rubbed his cock slowly, smooth skin of her hands effortlessly gliding across the baby soft skin of his member. She massaged it, giving it soft squeezes between slow strokes, and he grabbed her ass, rubbing a little harder between her legs, and she liked the feel of it through her skirt and panties. She reached her head up, tilted back, and felt him lean down, and their lips met.


The kiss was not awkward. Rick and herself often ended up kissing and fooling around during her visits. It was something she was not proud of, being his crutch when he could not meet with Minmei, but she was also happy to get him for herself. It shamed her, since she knew that the bridge bunnies and Claudia sort of knew what was going on, but she could not help herself.


They kissed for a long time, lips parted and tongues flicking out every once and a while. She let her tongue reach slowly into his mouth and tasted him, and moaned softly into his mouth as his tongue did the same, rolling over hers, massaging against it gently. Her hand stroked his cock erratically as she paid more attention to the kissing and less to masturbating him. The hand not on her ass had crept up, and cupped her left breast, thumb stroking her nipple through the heavy sweater. It hardened almost immediately beneath his attention, and it was visible even through her bra and soft cashmere sweater.


Rick’s hand squeezed her breast, lifting it’s firm weight and it felt like it was all over, running across the top, underside, back across her nipple. She whimpered when he began to run his thumb across her nipple in circular motions again. She finally broke the kiss, and looked up at him, and smiled roguishly, before lowering her head towards his cock. She kept eye contact for as long as she could before she got too embarrassed, and looked away. His eyes were replaced by a very close up view of the dark head of his cock.


She was nervous, and was actually regretting making this move. She was against this, sucking on a man’s genitals. She had not with her first love, and she had been willing to go very far with him. She had not done it with and of the men she had been out with since then, either, although she had not had a lot sex in the first place. Rick had been the first man she had ever done this with.


She did not enjoy it, not the act at least. It did bring her a certain thrill to please him in this way, made her feel she was being just a little dirty just for him. She would never have considered it, if she had not been snooping on his computer. Well… Snooping was not the right word. Rick’s PC was always in bad shape, always needing some kind of maintance and cleaning. Much like his house.


The photos and video files he had stored there were quite explicit. In addition to that, there was a very overwhelming theme. Blow jobs. She had asked Claudia, which had nearly caused her head to catch on fire with embarrassment. Her friend had laughed, and explained things in a rational and very dirty manor. The explanation was more embarrassing than the initial question. What she had gathered was that sometimes, you had to please the other person, and they would return the favor.


Her hand still stroked his cock, now the center of her attention. Slowly, very slowly she got closer, and her full lips kissed the tip.


“Lisa… Uhhhh…’ His hand squeezed down firmly on her behind, harder than she usually liked, and she took this as a confidence boost. She licked her lips, and let her tongue flick across the tip of his cock, and as he shuddered, and pushed it slowly between her lips.


Her hand continued to stroke him, slow and long, and her tongue continued to work, licking one side of the head then the other. She sucked softly, and was rewarded but the taste of his salty pre-cum as it leaked from his cock. She was not a fan of the taste, but it was no big deal.


She felt his hand as it took hold of her skirt and began to drag it up, and she felt it slide across the long gray wool socks she wore, till leg, bare from just below the knee, was exposed. He kept pulling, till her panties were exposed, and she felt his hand reach around, coming from the front for the first time. He raised her leg, exposing her crotch, and began to rub right above her clit. She groaned, right into he dick, and had to remove her lips, so that her pleasured noise could fill the room. She dropped her head back, down onto his manhood and began to slowly bob her head, a few inches down before coming up. That was as deep as she could go, but Rick did not seem to mind.


His fingers were like magic, rubbing her moist panties, before dipping around the edges, slipping beneath and touching the hot, wet flesh beneath. He ran his fingers through her damp sex, brushing her clit every once and a while, and she was already starting to feel the building of an orgasm. She sucked at him as best as she could as he fingered her, but it did not take long before she felt that growing fire that began to fill her, and her head suddenly slid free of his cock, and rested on his stomach, as his fingers rubber her faster. Her moans and groans got louder and louder, her breathing got faster and faster until she felt herself fall over the edge.


“Oh god… god, god, god, …. RICK! OHHHHHhhhh!!!!”


Her hips seizured, bucking into his fingers a few times and she gasp when they slid into her, two of them all the way to the knuckle. Her pussy clinched around his fingers, like a vice, and she shuddered. Her body went limp for a moment, and she continued to moan every time her vagina contracted around his fingers.


She whined when his fingers slid out of her, and she had to resist the urge to grab them. Her bent down over her, and kissed her on the lips, before pulling back and looking into her eyes.


“Do you want to go into the bedroom?”


She nodded weakly, and felt his arms wrap around her, helping her rise…


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She was laying on the bed, with Rick kneeling at her feet looking at her. She was still wearing her gray cashmere sweater, and the soft tan skirt. She held her hands across her breasts, and looked away slightly as he stared at her body. It was an intent gaze, drinking in her curves. It excited her, but she did not know how exactly to deal with it.


He leaned forwards, and crawled over her body, and she almost did not notice when he hooked her skirt, and as he slid over the top of her body, she felt herself be exposed from the waist down, skirt piling up on her stomach.


“Rick…”


Now kneeling on top of her, arms and legs on both sides, he was looking into her eyes. She felt his hand slip up under the piled skirt, and slip under her sweater, running along the faint curve of her stomach. It slid back out, and took the hem, slipping it upwards. Lisa, in an attempt to help avoid difficulty, took the hem in both hands, pulling it up over her head. She was surprised, when she still had the sweater over her head, arms up in the air, eyes still covered by the sweaters neck, that Rick’s hands took hold of the her wrists, holding them where they were.


She could not see, could not wiggle free of the sweater with her hands pinned She was at Rick’s mercy. She felt him, and trembled as his hand slid through the top of her bra, and pulled the cup down, allowing her breast to fall free. He did the same to the other one, and while she found this a little uncomfortable, she was more than willing to deal with it when his lips met the hardness of her nipple.


He took it into his mouth, and sucked greedily, like a child feeding. Her chest rose without direction, instinctively wanting him more, and he raised up, and she could not tell where his lips went. She whimpered weakly, writhing beneath his grasp, when his mouth found her other nipple. It worked this one with even more fervor. Soon she was groaning. His lips suddenly left that breast, and she turned her head from side to side, as if searching for him. She sighed when his lips suddenly found hers, and his tongue probed deeply into her.


She made soft noises into his throat, as his hand took over for his lips, and it massaged both breasts in turn. Her nipples ached, and there rough texture made the rubbing between thumb and index finger exquisite. It was slowly that he released her wrists, and freed thus, she managed to finish sliding the shirt free. Her eyes open, she looked up and him.


“You’re beautiful, you know that Lisa?”


She blushed, more embarrassed by his words than his actions. His slid back on his haunches, his weight shifting back so that he was kneeling above her legs, sitting up strait. He grasp the sides of her panties, and tugged them down slowly. She simply sat there, watching him as he reached his own knees, and had to roll off of her. She reached down, and finished sliding them down, pulling her legs up to get them past her feet.


They lay there, side by side, and not for the first time she wondered exactly what it was that he saw in her. He was a handsome man, laying next to her. He wore only his sweats, body fit and taunt from exercise, hair still worn in that long aviator style. He made a dashing figure.


She, on the other hand, felt she was a little below par. She lay next to him, her body not thin, not fat, but full. She had curves, full breasts, full hips. Her reddish blond hair lay around her shoulders as she looked at Rick and he looked back. She was far from the exotic beauty, large breasted, thin wasted Chinese girl that occupied his thoughts. Yet here he was, with her, aroused, focused only on her.


He began to kiss her, and rolled back on top of her, resting on his elbows, lips pressed to her, tongue dancing between her lips, around her own. She wrapped her legs around him, ankles locking behind his back, pressing him close. Her pussy drenched the crotch of his sweat pants around his cock where it pressed into her. She dragged it across his manhood, wriggling her hip against him. He sat back up, and slowly pulled her legs apart. She reached up and said his name, wanting to pull him back, but he took her hand in his, and turned her arm to kiss her wrist. He reached down, and pulled his sweats over his cock, letting it spring free. It dangled there, enticing her, and he looked into her green eyes.


She reached between her legs and took it in her hands, and he allowed her to guide it. She felt it press against her pussy lips, and she made a soft noise. He was still watching her, waiting and she nodded slightly. Suddenly he pushed, and he slid all the way to the hilt.


They stayed like that for a long moment, enjoying the feel. Her pussy was still tight, still firm from her inexperience. She loved the feel of him stretching her. She loved him being in her period, but this full sensation was magnificent.


His thrust was gentle at first, and slow. He ran his hand along her smooth leg, and along the sock that she still wore. He took her by the ankle, and slid her leg up so that her leg rested on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around the underside, hand gripping her thigh, and he began to use it to fuck her. He slid in and out, and her breath began to become more rapid. It hurt faintly, but it was a good kind of pain.


He thrust into her solidly, pace building, and her free leg hooked his waist, pulling him into her harder. She felt the heat building between her legs, and her cries were rising in volume and franticness. She wiggled her hips, shifting her hips in time with each thrust. He was going deep into her with each one, but apparently not deep enough for him. He suddenly let her leg drop, still with his arm around it, and grabbed the other in the same. He leaned over her, bending her nearly in half, she grunted under the ache that came from her stomach muscles. That ache was lost however, under his first hip movement, and he filled her completely, pussy and cock perfectly aligned.


He truly began to fuck he then, riding her faster and faster, her wet cunt lubricating him more than adequately. She howled as his deep thrusts pushed her over the edge, and she clinched his manhood inside her as she muscles contracted. He did not slow however, just kept driving into her, and her hips spasmed, and her legs tried to buck, but his weight kept her pinned beneath him. She began a fierce wail, as she shuddered and came, again and again.


He was hitting her just right, hitting her clit and her g-spot with each thrust. She wrapped her hands in the sheets and wrenched, fists tearing at the sheets as she was awash in pleasure. She was gasping, pleading for him to stop, pleading for him to never stop, pleading for him to cum beep within her.


It was with great intensity that he came, his hip drove into her so hard that it hurt, cock hitting deep within her, and he sat up ram rod strait, his hand came out of nowhere, and smacked her ass twice, hard and firm, and she screamed aloud as well, well past pain, the sensation driving her over the edge again and again, as she felt him pull out and hot sperm shot out over her chest, covering her breast just before she felt him collapse on top of her. She lay there gasping, mind drifting in a haze of bliss…

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The shower was on, and hot water rolled over her. She was indeed sore, as her fitness routine was not usually one that had her bending in unusual ways. She might just have to start a regime of stretching exercises.


They had fallen asleep in each others arms, she still covered in his cum. When she had gotten up, she had found it dried to her skin, and to the skirt she had worn. The skirt had gone in the wash, along with her top, and the sweats he had discarded sometime in the night.


She was now cleaning herself up, humming a happy little tune, and scrubbing her body clean. She paused and struck a pose, hand on hip, other hand ruffling her long hair, and she grinned. Let that little twit Minmei compete with her. She might be exotic, but she was a real woman.


She heard the phone ring, and after a few she heard it go silent, and Rick’s voice began talking. She listened then, curious.


“Hello? Oh… Hi Minmei. Uh… Well… Yea. I don’t have anything important going on. I’ll meet you in twenty minutes. Bye…”


Things were silent, as she simply stood there beneath the hot spray of the water. She heard the door open and Rick enter.


“Hey, Lisa. I have to… Go to the base for a bit. There is a problem with the flight roster, and I need to go over it. Should be gone for only a couple of hours. Will you be here when I get back?”


“Sure, Rick…”


“Great. See you later, Lisa.”


She heard the door click, and a few minutes later she heard the outer door to his house slam shut, and she collapsed there, laying against the cool glass that surrounded his shower, and she felt the tears come freely, wracking her body with sobs. He had been with her, but was going to see Minmei. He had fucked her, and… and…

She lay there crying softly, under the water. She wished it would take her pain as it took her tears. She wished, for all that she loved him, that she could wash away the though of him down the drain…


“I love you Rick…”


No one was there for her, alone in the empty house of the man she loved….