Andrea Herty

Chained To Desire

Chapter 1

Vern had met Ellen Lanning at the bar, but now they sat in a dimly lit booth in a comer of the large cafe. They sat very close, giggling as they sipped their third margarita and listened to the guitarist some twenty yards away. Vern found it hard to believe that this lovely, very square, young schoolteacher from Los Angeles had come to San Juan, Puerto Rico on her summer vacation with the idea of at last losing her virginity.

A practical business man, Vern did not believe in twenty-eight-year-old virgins. But that's what she'd confided to him, and somehow he believed her. His hand roamed freely up and down her leg beneath the table. He nibbled at her ear. "But why me?" he asked again, excited. He had never fucked a virgin before.

She sighed, pressing her breast against his shoulder. "I told you," she said. "It has to be someone, huh? And you just seem like-well, Mr. Right."

"Are you sure I'm Mr. Right?" he asked, boldly guiding her hand under the table to his swollen, aching hard-on that pressed so hard against his fly he thought it might break.

She groaned, caressing the length of his erect stalk, then cupped his balls with her eager hand. "Ohhh, yesss," she intoned. Then, a trifle embarrassed, she withdrew her hand and glanced nervously about the room to see if anyone had seen her groping. "Please, I-I've told you an awful lot. More than I ever told any man. But it's true…I need you…can't we go to your hotel now?" Her breath came fast, her large breasts rising and falling, the nipples erect beneath the sheer, white blouse.

"Uh-in a minute," Vern said, glancing down at his erection. "I have this slight problem, you see."

Her full lips parted in a trembling smile as she tried to look casual. "Oh, yes," she squeaked. "I see. It's marvelous, Vern. You will forgive me, Vern? I'm shaking all over. I-I don't know why. I mean, I've seen the best porno movies. It isn't as if I-"

She broke off, hugging herself and rocking forward and backward, visibly trembling all over. "Damn it!" she whispered. "You know what this is all about, don't you? I'm afraid it isn't going to happen, Vern. I-I'm terrified you're going to change your mind. I'm terrified youll see some other female you want to sleep with. I need you, Vern. I never thought I'd say that to any man, but it's true. I've waited so long and it's so important. Oh, forgive me." She laid her forehead against his arm and stared down at his hard-on hungrily, obviously embarrassed by her confession. "You can't possibly understand-not possibly."

"You want to bet?" Vern said, patting her head paternally. "Look, men know all about the way you feel. We've been where you are right now a hundred times, a thousand times. Don't worry, Ellen. I won't run off. No chance. Well make it together and it will be good for you. I promise."

He kissed the top of her head then, inhaling the fragrance of the shiny, fight-brown tresses and trying to think his hard-on away so they could leave for his hotel. And then, just two booths to their right, Vern saw a semi-elderly couple engaged in sex play. He couldn't believe his eyes! While the waiter discreetly looked the other way, the woman was sucking off her husband in perfect time to the guitar music! Her blonde-gray head bobbed up and down, up and down, appearing and disappearing beneath the table. Panting, mouth open, the man seemed heavy-lidded, drunk, as his wife gobbled his meat greedily.