The Dawn of a New Day - The Journey Continues (The Sixth Wonderland Story)

By Irish Eyes

I slowly awake from my deep slumber, gradually coming to the surface of consciousness. Had it all been a dream? Had I really had that experience last night? As I try to raise my eyelids, pulling myself up from the depths, I see the room is still semi-dark. Since the room is decorated in jewel tones, there is a darkness of the colors anyway, only slightly broken by the soft light of a couple of lamps still left on. The window is covered so I can't tell if dawn has arrived, but I suspect the outdoor sky is still in its pre-dawn grayness, maybe with wisps of lightness starting to shine through. I am warm and comfortable, nestled in a soft bed with a comforter pulled over me. I stretch out a hand, half stretching my body, half exploring to see what I will find. My hand encounters a warm body, not far from mine.

Now my eyes open quickly, anxious to find who I am lying next to. As my eyes adapt to the minimal light of the room, I see that Jonathan is sleeping with me. Nora and Eileen have gone. I don't remember them leaving. I'm not even a hundred percent sure they were here! Surely, it wasn't just my imagination. I do have a good imagination, but I don't think that I could have created the entire evening out of fantasy!

I move my hands over my own body, seeming to reassure myself that I am still me! Jonathan is still sound asleep. I don't know what is planned next, but I always love waking up to a nice warm man. I move a bit closer to him, feeling his heat as I slide next to his body. He is lying on his back, breathing softly. So beautiful. His face is relaxed peacefully, eyes closed, and it is all I can do not to kiss his cheeks, his lips, his eyelids. I drape my arm over his chest, pushing the comforter away a bit. I feel the strong thump of his heart. I let my hand trail, gently, but not too lightly as to tickle him, over his smooth, muscled chest, sparsely covered with soft chest hair. He is the least hairy of the men I know, not that I object to masculine hair at all. Each of the men are different and I delight in their uniqueness. He is so deeply asleep that my hand does not stir him. I continue to stroke his skin gently, moving in small circles and figures-of-eight. His skin is so warm, so lovely. Quite unintentionally, my hand slides down his flank and brushes over his groin. I barely touch him, but it is obvious to me that his cock is hard and only the bed-coverings are keeping him from pointing upward.

I smile as I try to decide what to do. I love how hard men can be in the morning, harder and bigger than any other time. I love the heat of their bodies and feel of their skin. I love the idea of waking up Jonathan, slowly, sensually.

My hand moves back up his flank to his chest while I figure out how to stretch this out. I lean over his chest and softly kiss his nipple, dying to flick it with my tongue, but remembering to go slowly. My hand traces back down his side, careful not to tickle as I slide past his firm abdomen. My hand skips past his cock this time, but slides down the outside of his left leg, feeling the hardness of his muscles. Jonathan is very athletic and his muscles are well-defined. I bring my hand back up his leg, avoiding the inside of his thigh, and again, barely brush against his cock. Since I have pushed the blankets back, his cock springs up, unencumbered. My hands keep wandering over his body, but I feel the need to be closer to him.

I sit up and face my sleeping lover. He is still sleeping soundly, so I plant a few delicate kisses on his chest, and then direct my attentions further south. I, very gently, kiss the tip of his cock, loving how it springs up more. My tongue slides down the shaft, and then up again, with gratifying results! I put all my attention into pleasuring Jonathan's cock. My mouth moves over it, licking, kissing, sliding my mouth down over it, tracing patterns with my tongue around the glans and the corona. Since his legs are partially separated, my mouth can reach his balls, one at a time, and I lick the surface of his scrotum, changing the pressure, sucking each testicle into my mouth, very gently. I hear a low moan and glance up, my face still near his cock. Jonathan's eyes are still closed, but I see that his face is no longer relaxed. Tension is starting to develop, a very good kind of tension. I slide my mouth all the way down his cock, as far as I can reach, and slowly, sensually, slide my mouth back up, closing my lips over his cock at intervals. The moan is louder. His thigh muscles tighten and I know that I have his attention! My hands join my mouth, now able to stimulate his cock and his balls at the same time. I'm still moving slowly, even though I know that at some level, he is aware now. I never rush this! When I give oral pleasure, it is all about giving everything, taking my time, stimulating every nerve of his sex organs in whatever way I can. I put my whole self into it, and it is so much more than a "blow-job". I make love to his cock.

I feel a hand on my shoulder and look up. Jonathan is looking at me, watching my ministrations to his cock. "Oh, babe!" he moans as I sweep my tongue along one of his secret spots. I smile at him and say "Good Morning!" "Ahhh," he says, obviously not up to complete sentences at this moment. I return my attentions to what I was doing. Now, his cock is fully hard, swollen and tight, the tip a deep purple, engorged with blood. I want him inside me, NOW!

I move over him, climbing on top, not as gracefully as I would like, but Jonathan does not seem to mind. I hold myself above him for a moment, sure that I am very wet (sucking a hard cock does that to me), and slowly slide my pussy down over his cock, inch by inch. His hips try to rise to meet me, but I hold back. I am in control right now and I want this to go slowly! Finally, his full length is in me, filling me up. I move slowly, allowing him to slide a bit, but then pulling him deeper into me. I sit up, impaled on his cock, smiling at him as he looks at me. His hands lift to cup my breasts, brushing the nipples into hardness, and my vaginal muscles contract around his cock. I feel his hips try to rise again, but I am pressing him down enough that he doesn't have enough leverage in this position. Wow! What power! I use my own legs and hips to start rocking against his cock, not really rising up that he would slip out, just moving him inside of me. My muscles squeeze and pull, then loosen allowing a small movement, then tighten again. To outward appearances, I don't seem to be doing much, but the look on Jonathan's face convinces me that I am having the desired effect. It's nearly tantric, like something from a Kama Sutra book. I keep up the rhythm, keep up the pressures, as I rock slowly on his hips. Finally, I decide to have mercy on him and I start sliding with more movement. As I have unpinned his hips, Jonathan starts pumping his hips, plunging his cock deeply in me and sliding out a bit, then back again. He completely fills me, stretching me with his morning hardness. I am moaning now, much louder than he had been, feeling the pressure build inside me. His cock presses my G-spot, his pubic bone is against my clit, and I have this beautiful man under me. I come with waves of desire, over and over again. Now the uncontrolled muscle spasms grip Jonathan's cock and I feel him tighten as he finds his release in me.

As we exhaust our pleasure (at least for the moment), I lay down on Jonathan's chest, feeling the much faster heartbeat now, our bodies slick with sweat. His arms circle me, holding me lovingly. Eventually, his detumescent cock starts to slip from my vagina and I move over off of his body, and lie down next to him, my head resting on his shoulder, my body still pressed against his, my arm over his chest. He kisses my head, my forehead, and I raise my face to receive his kisses. "Good morning, Caera", he says.

A soft knock on the door sounds, and the door opens revealing Nora. She smiles as she sees us entangled in each others arms and legs. "Good morning", she says as she carries in a tray with coffee and tea. I untangle myself and sit up, the scent of the tea enticing me (I don't drink coffee and I wonder how she knew). She serves us and I wonder even more what her real role is here at Rosemount Court. I decide not to worry about it now, and sip my fragrant tea.

Jonathan arises and heads into the adjacent bathroom. Nora and I both watch him walk away, enjoying the view of his derriere. She looks at me, raising an eyebrow, and says "Did you sleep well?" I smile my own enigmatic smile and tell her, "Yes, and I woke up wonderfully". She moves around the room, opening the curtains to a bright sunny day. It's later than I had thought it was.

Jonathan returns and says, "Caera, we are going outdoors for our breakfast. Do you need to use the bathroom?" I nod and rise from the bed, quickly moving to the luxuriously appointed bathroom. I'd love to sink into that bathtub, but it sounded like Jonathan has other plans for me, so I finish and return to the bedroom.

Jonathan is dressed in casual clothes, and Nora has disappeared with the tray. I look around for my clothes and do not see them. Jonathan looks at me, a small amused smile on his face and says, "Caera, you won't need your clothes". I look at him, my eyebrows raised. I am to go outdoors without my clothes, naked? "Come, breakfast is ready" he says as he takes my hand. As usual, I have been thoroughly thrown off-guard again. I never expected this. For goodness sakes, it's broad daylight outdoors. I've never seen the out side of the house in daylight, having always arrived at dusk, so I have no idea how close the neighbors may be.

I follow Jonathan, unable to refuse in spite of my lack of information. We walk downstairs and enter the living area, the same one I had waited in last night when I arrived. He walks me to a glass door and opens the door to the patio. What can I do? If he wants me to walk outside naked, I know that I will do so. Although Jonathan has not explored my submissive side as openly as Christopher, I know that I want to please him. I step out the door and onto a patio. A beautiful dark blue swimming pool is in the middle of the yard, with a rock waterfall along the back edge. Shrubs and trees abound in the yard. A herb garden grows along one section of a landscaped area and I see several familiar herbs. A table and chairs are shaded with an umbrella and service for two is laid out. Jonathan leads me to the table and pulls out a chair for me. I surreptitiously look around to see if there are visible neighboring homes and am somewhat relieved to see that this backyard offers some degree of privacy. I relax slightly, still aware that I am nude. Jonathan is acting as if this is all perfectly normal- just your normal breakfast alfresco, but I am much more "alfresco" than he is! He pours me another cup of tea from a fresh pot and uncovers my plate revealing a delicious breakfast. "Eat your breakfast while it's warm. We have other things to do", he says. I pick up my fork and start eating my bacon and eggs, taking a bite of a juicy strawberry, and crunching into a slice of fresh toast, all the while focusing on that last statement. What things to do?? I feel the soft morning breeze against my skin, constantly reminding me of my nakedness, while Jonathan finishes his coffee.

Breakfast finished and dishes covered, Jonathan turns to me and smiles. "Caera, you have no experience with outdoor sex yet. We will need to rectify that". Oh, my! "Stand up, Caera", he commands in a soft but firm voice. "Place your feet apart and stand here so I can look at you". His eyes wander over my body, probing me so deeply with his intensity, that although I am pretty comfortable with my body, I start to wonder what he sees. Are my breasts too small, too big, too droopy? Why does he stare at my ass that way? It is probably too big (every woman thinks her ass is too big). I fight off the uncertainties, the insecurities. I know he likes my body. I know I am sexy and desirable. I don't have a perfect body, but no one ever does. My body is just fine for me. As if he can tell that I have had this inner struggle, his eyes raise up to mine and he says, "You are beautiful". I feel a flush rise to my cheeks and he smiles saying "And you blush wonderfully". He stands up and kisses me, bringing even more heat to my face and sending tingles directly to my sex. His kissing becomes even more passionate; he takes possession of my mouth. His tongue opens my lips and explores, tasting faintly of the coffee and bacon. His hands move over my shoulders, down my arms and across my back. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, he releases my mouth and his lips find my right breast. Ohhh! He licks my skin, he suckles at my breast, he nips at the nipple and tugs it with his teeth. His hand reaches my other breast and his forefinger and thumb pinch my nipple sending definite electric shocks to my clit.

"Turn around and bend over the chair", he instructs. I follow his directions immediately, bending at the waist and grasping the arms of the patio chair. I hear him behind me, a wooden chair scrapes against the deck and his mouth assaults my pussy from behind. Oh, my! His tongue slips between my labia, teasing my clit, stroking the roots of the clit deep in the labia, opening my vaginal introitus and plunging his tongue inside. My gluteal muscles clench and a smart smack to my ass follows. "Keep your legs apart" he commands. I hasten to comply, absolutely desperate that he continue what he is doing. A finger enters my pussy, pressing against my G-spot, then two fingers. I know I must be dripping wet with this much stimulation. One finger is removed and then, using the secretions of my vagina as lubricant, it is slipped into my ass, creating even more erotic stimulation. Fingers in my ass, fingers in my vagina, fingers playing with my clit, hands massaging my ass- it is quickly driving me to the edge. Suddenly, the hands are gone. What has happened? Jonathan is still behind me, but I have no physical stimulation now. My hips start to shake. The sudden lack of stimulation is causing almost physical pain, my clit is throbbing, my vagina feels a great loss, my ass begs for more touch. Jonathan's hands are on my shoulders. "Turn around and sit down" he says. "Keep your legs open", he reminds me. I sit on the patio chair, my mind spinning as I try to understand. My body needs his touch!!

Jonathan takes off his shorts and his cock springs to attention. Apparently, his efforts to arouse me had similar effects on his own anatomy. He nears me and tells me to "Suck me". Well, this is one of my favorite things, having thoroughly enjoyed it earlier this morning, so I put myself into it again. But the air is touching my open pussy, brushing the moist areas left by my own fluids and the wetness of his mouth, and I long to have him touch me. As I lick and suck Jonathan's cock, his hands find my breasts again, tweaking the nipples, caressing the fullness of the breasts. My pussy is still open and impatient for something- his hand, his mouth, his cock!! I squirm in the chair slightly, my mouth on his cock, and I know that he must know how I feel. Unfortunately for me, Jonathan is nothing if not patient. He is standing between my legs, keeping them apart and, although I would love to slip my own hand down there and find my own relief, I realize that will not do (mainly because that is not what Jonathan would want). I am really trying to pay attention to Jonathan's cock, but, even I know that I am not succeeding as well as I usually do. Jonathan moves away from me and looks down at me.

"Caera, I know you want something, but waiting is part of the adventure also" he says. I nod, chastened. "Stand up and face the chair again" he says. I have a feeling that my relief is not forthcoming yet! I bend over the chair, gripping the arms, my ass in the air. Although I'm pretty much expecting it, the first spank strikes my ass and I flinch. "Caera, keep your legs open. You will count your spanks as I give them to you". I spread my feet apart, opening my legs again, feeling the air between them, creating excruciating sensations again. "Ahem.." he prompts. "One", I say. "You will call me Sir when I am spanking you", he reminds me. "One, Sir", I say, again embarrassed that I had forgotten such a basic rule of role-playing. "Also, remember that you are not allowed to come until you ask for permission. I know we haven't reviewed these rules recently, but you do know them". I nod. The next spank falls on my other buttock and I count it properly this time. His fingers slip between my legs and press against my clit. Ah, this is what I need. Then the hand moves away again, and another spank lands on my ass. Over and over again, as I carefully count aloud, he spanks me, and between spanks, his fingers probe me, my vagina, my ass, stroking my clit. The contrasting sensations drive me half-crazy and I know I will need to come soon. The spanking and the caressing almost become one sensation, arousing me beyond my ability to separate them. Just as I feel I won't be able to wait much longer, Jonathan, who must be able to read my mind, takes hold of my hips, brushing against the heat of my spanked ass, and plunges his hard cock straight into my pussy, filling me completely and suddenly. A few slow strokes to tantalize me, and he begins pounding into me, his body slapping against my flamed skin. "Please", I cry. "Please, what?" he asks as he slows only slightly. "Please, Sir, may I come?" I can barely form the question, my mind and my body so aroused. "Come, NOW" he commands. And my body responds. He is still pounding as I feel wave after wave of orgasm, my whole body shuddering, my whole being joined with him, feeling him come with me as we both go completely and undeniably over the edge. I fall limply into his arms and he holds me up, slipping away from me as he lowers me onto his lap and enfolds me in his arms. Slowly, lovingly, he caresses my arms, my back, kissing my face, my eyelids, my neck, and I melt into him. "You have done well, little one", he softly whispers to me. I feel so cherished in his arms and I love how I feel, what I am becoming with him. I drift, feeling lightness, as the soft breeze wafts over us, no longer aware of anything else.

Some time later (time has lost all meaning), I find myself dressed and standing at the threshold of the house at Rosemount Court. Nora stands beside me and smiles sweetly at me. "Caera, you have come a long way on your journey. I'm so happy for you".

I nod, unable to say anything, and step out into the sunlight, feeling that it has indeed been a new day, a beginning, an awakening.

The End