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Tue, 30 Jun 2009 21:21:10 GMT Hi! This story is for me, AL (if he ever reads it), GB, and Tue, 16 Jun 2009 21:31:25 GMT **************** My Hero ****************, *************************************************************************************The sun beat down on her copper brown hair as it hung to her waist in a thick braid. She needed to get to the bank before she could go home to cook dinner. The summer day’s heat was thick, sweltering waves that enveloped her in its hot embrace. She ran across the street as the traffic sign changed to green and scurried into the banks sheltering coolness. She noticed that there was a person behind her but she couldn’t take the time to hold the door because the heat was so intense and her shoulder bags were full of her groceries from Whole Foods. The line was long for a teller. She turned to go to an ATM in the corner alcove of the old bank when she saw the person who came in behind her was an attractive man in a custom made Italian silk suit and beautiful, polished leather shoes. His eyes shone like diamonds as he signaled to her to go ahead of him to the ATM machine. His long, silky eyelashes caressed his cheeks as he stood their waiting for her to go before him. She blushed. He was so attractive. His shoulders were broad, and tapered into a slim waist and graceful figure. She instantly wondered what his skin would feel like beneath his full suit of clothing. His face was well groomed and clean of hair. He smiled at her. His pearly straight teeth and full, sensual lips were made for kissing. His brown skin was something to admire. The bank was renovating the lobby and they had to walk around some scaffolding to get to the ATM machine. The sign in front of the renovation explained that the bank was taking out the old depository for cash money drops since they had modernized their ATM machines. Unbeknownst to her, he admired her voluptuous figure in her yellow sundress and white sandals. Her pretty face was round with creamy skin and large brown eyes. Pretty eyes. Like his. He watched as her skirts swirled around her shapely legs. Suddenly, he felt a prickle against his neck as his hair literally stood on end. He looked over his shoulder to see a suspicious man stand over a nervous teller in a threatening manner. He had stood back from the beautiful young lady to give her a little privacy as she completed her transaction but he hurriedly ran to her side and picked her up with such speed that she had little reaction accept to squeak, “Oooh, your arms are as strong as they look!” as he slid quickly across the waxed marble floor to the depository rolling box, while holding her against his chest, he dove inside and they slid down the metal slide into the bowels of the banks old, cordoned basement. They hit the dusty floor with a “kurplunk” as his well muscled body took the brunt of the fall. Overhead the sound of guns being fired became an overwhelming sound of terror. She clung to his broad, hard chest quivering with fear. “You saved me. You brave, courageous man. Thank you. Oh, Thank you!” She straddled his lap, her skirts spread across his legs as she kissed his face and neck with gratitude. “You are so welcome,” he breathed heavily and patted her. She blushed deeply but he couldn’t see it because there was barely any light. “How did you know what was going to happen?” she asked him as they began to feel around them to find a safe place to sit while they waited out the robbery upstairs. “I just had this feeling and then I saw the man with the teller,” he said while laying out his jacket for her to sit on. “How long do you think we will be down here? Where are we anyway? I can’t believe we jumped into that hole in the wall? You dear sir, are brilliant!” she exclaimed and then cringed as screams and more gun fire could be heard from above. “I don’t know how long we will be down here. But I know we are alive and relatively safe. Stay here, while I see if there is a backdoor we can escape through to the outside.” He seemed to be gone for a really long time. When he came back his voice was strained. “No exits. It feels like all of them have been closed off with bricks. The metal slide we came down on is broken so we can’t crawl back up it. I gathered up all the things I could find from your bags that you were carrying. It seems my cell phone is broken. Couldn’t find yours. ” “I don’t have a cell phone,” she says with regret. She went to take his hand to reassure herself in the dark and felt him cringe. “What’s wrong?” “I cut my hand trying to remove some of the bricks over the old exit door.” She guided his hand to her underskirts. “Rip right here. I have some bottled water and Neosporin in my purse. Let’s bandage you.” She carefully ministered to his wounds. They drank water and ate some pre-packaged cookies. The air was still around them except for their breathing as they heard the screams and threats above them. They had to have been in the subterranean room for a few hours. “What’s your name?” she whispered. “Al. Yours?” “Honor. Nice to meet you Al.” “How is your hand?” “Good. You? You ok?” “I am doing well.” More silence between them for another hour. She laid her head on his shoulder and shuddered as the gunfire picked up again. She handed him a slightly battered banana and they shared the rest of the bottle of water. Good thing she had picked up a six pack of H2O and some juice. They had enough food for a few days if they had to make it last. He was very quiet. “What do you do for a living Al?” “Play professional basketball.” “What do you do for a living Honor?” “Customer service.” “You like customer service, Honor?” “It’s ok. How about basketball?” “Yeah.” They were quiet for another few hours. Then they heard different voices. The S.W.A.T. team and police. They began to scream. For an hour they yelled and banged but no one heard them. Exhausted they both lay on the floor panting. They didn’t talk about what to do or how they were stuck. They began to talk about anything but their current situation. “What your favorite television show?” “I don’t watch T.V.” He was incredulous. “You watch T.V.” “Well, when I am traveling I like to watch Law and Order. I watch it in my hotel room. How about you?” He probed her more. “You only watch one T.V. show Honor? What do you do then if you don’t watch T.V?” “I like to write. And read. Stories are great. I like to share stories with my friends. Imagine things.” “What do you like to do Al? Besides watch T.V.?” “I like to travel and sight see. I like to read too. I like to swim. Hmmm… I like to hang out with my family.” “Yeah. Me too.” “So, why don’t you tell me your favorite stories. It can help us pass the time.” Honor although very shy began to tell Al some of her favorite stories. They eventually slept with her in his arms. When they woke up it was very quiet. “Al. Do you think we will ever get out of here?”she asked. “Yes. We didn’t stay alive for nothing. Keep positive Chica! This is going to work out!” They had some juice and shared some bread and butter. The bread was squished but edible and she had bought a stick of salami which Al bit chunks off for them with his strong teeth. Al told her stories about the Dominican Republic where he grew up. “So, you made fires on the beach. That is so romantic.” “It is only romantic if you are not poor. Many people in the D.R. are super poor. I was blessed. I like the U.S.” The day passed and then another night fell. They did not hear any new noise. This night they couldn’t fall asleep. The tension was great. Feelings of hunger for survival flowed between them. They began to share secrets. Fantasies of a life that they both wanted to live someday. A happy home. A secure life where they could depend on their spouse for loyalty and love. “Honor, have you ever been in love? I mean real love?” “Love to me, Al, has to do with security. So I have loved people. But I know I can never have true romantic love until I know the man will be there for me. Truly there. I need security. And I think once I start to express my passion. I want to express it fully. Often. I don’t want to bounce from one person to another to express my Love.” “You know Honor. I feel the same way. I am not into casual s*e*x*. It is so empty.” “Al, you are a really sweet guy. I think you are super wonderful.” “Thanks Honor. I think you’re great too.” They held hands. They continued to share their feelings and thoughts. They had been in the basement for 4 days. They had 4 oz of water left and one piece of fruit. They carefully shared the food. She tenderly fed him a bite and he let her sip the water from bottle as he held it. Love had blossomed. They cared for each other deeply. He gently caressed her shoulders and pulled her onto his lap. She rubbed his shoulders and snuggled into his chest. “When we get out of here I am taking us to the Ritz or the Omni. We are going to get the biggest bathtub we can find. We are going to take the longest bath. Eat steaks and banana splits. And sleep on a really thick feather bed. You and me, Honor.” “Ooohh yes. HAHHAHAHAH,” she laughs in delight, “I want hot French bread with butter and chocolate candy bars from Godiva. And strawberries. And orange juice. And a HUGE green salad with cucumbers.” He laughed with her and kissed her neck. She pressed herself into him and let her fingers caress his thighs. They kiss passionately. His tongue delves into her sweet, soft mouth. Their moans unite as his hands massage her a*s*s* and large breasts. Passion has overcome them both. “Oh Al, yes,” she moans. Suddenly a loud crashing is heard and bricks come crashing down. A loud voice is heard. “Hey, you kids still alive down here?”************** In the light of day shyness came back. They smiled happily at each other as the paramedics looked them over and fed electrolytes intravenously to them in the ambulance. They were hungry but healthy and able to decline the hospital. The two holding hands hailed a taxi and headed to the most luxurious hotel room they could find. Staring death in the face had caused LOVE to spring up between them. “You’re my hero Al. My Hero!” ……………….At the hotel the clerk gushed over Al and his Yoka Yogur advertisements. “Yoka Yogur? Al, you must tell me about this when we get upstairs,” Honors eyes are twinkling as she leads her hero away. Upstairs the butler runs them a bath and has room service bring in a large cart of food. “Honor, I have a lot of advertisements. Yoka yogur is like “Got Milk” here in the U.S.” “Yes, but Al what do you look like in the ad. Describe it.” “Oh, it’s just me. Shirtless. You want to see come to the bath with me.” He grabs a piece of pineapple for each of them from the cart and walks slowly backwards to the bathroom. She giggles and follows. He slips the pineapple onto his tongues and kisses her. They share the fruit. She helps him strip off his shirt. His chest bulges with well defined muscles and his arms wrap around her. “Now you know we have to have many days of pleasure together so that we feel nice and secure. Truly fulfilled.” “Yes Al. I think that I would be able to stay with you in your strong arms for days at a time.” He tenderly undresses her from the dirty yellow sundress and lifts her into the warm, rose scented bath water. He takes off his pants and shoes. Standing in his naked glory Alfred is a long, beautiful Adonis. His flat, muscled stomach made her want to run her mouth all over his body. The silky skin of his manhood made her want to rub him against her large, creamy breasts. He slipped into the tube behind her. His large hands caressed the soap and warm water across her body and down her petite legs. She turned to him making the warm water slush across them in gentle waves. She kissed his chest and arms running a thick wash cloth down his torso. She worshipped him with her hands and mouth. His body was lovely to her. The planes of his back and chest caused her body to ache with wanting him inside her. When they are clean he picks her up and carries her to the canopied bed. Laying her back against the pillows he reaches for the box of Godiva on the nightstand. He feeds her the chocolates, kissing her in between. She pulls him onto the silk pillows beside her. Kissing her way down his body she delicately sucks his inner thigh and lightly tongues his scrotum. Sliding off the bed she skips to the food cart and brings back his steak and the strawberries and whip cream. She straddles his hard stomach. She can feel the muscles work against her tender womanhood as he breathes. She feeds him the tender strips of meat with her finger tips. Her delicate hands slowly place a piece of the tender flesh into his mouth. Her desire rises watching his beautiful mouth move as he works the piece of meat. His mouth is so lovely. His lower lip was so full that when he reaches up to kiss her creamy, rosy nipple she shudders in pleasure from his mouth on her. “Is this what you wanted?” she asks him as he rolls her underneath and places his plate on the night stand. She takes a strawberry dipped in cream and slides it across his shoulder. She licks the cream off. His skin tastes like warm apples and spiced cookies. Sweet and tender. She sticks her fingers into the cream and runs them down his belly. His muscles contract against her fingertips. He holds himself up on his arms as she wiggles underneath him and licks his stomach while playing with his hard d*i*c*k. Her tongue caressing his beautiful stomach and thick chest. “Al, you have a beautiful body. Your body is so beautiful. Rub yourself on me Papi!” She moans as he rubs himself on her body. He rubs his hard mans body across her soft, voluptuous curves. “Al you are so beautiful. Give me your body.” She creams across his thighs as he rubs himself on her. He enters her body with tenderness as his hardness throbs. Their lovemaking continues for hours. She holds him to her as they find the passion that was built in that room 5 stories beneath ground. **********
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