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A Midnight Caller	By : Dragonlady Category: +G to L > Gatchaman Views: 1321 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: (I do not own Gatchaman nor any characters all ownership belongs to Tatsunoko Prduction Company, I do not own the phrase from Midnight Caller which belongs to Richard DiLello. I do not receive any money for this story.)

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- 1-A Midnight Caller
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A midnight caller.
This is the sequel to: The night I met The Condor.
I have been counting down the days on my calendar, the same one that still has a hole in today’s date from a very sharp point – to be precise from the feather shuriken that was imbedded in it.
I know I shouldn’t get my hopes up – he’s bound to be so busy – saving the planet again but I really want to see him today!
Maybe I won’t get to see him for a long time I think sadly – then the phrase left on the card comes into my head; Vivere per me , solo per me – Live for me, only for me.
But I can’t help myself, I get up early and the sun is already up – it looks like it’s going to be a nice day, I almost think of going to the beach but instead I can’t resist getting myself ready.                                  I pull out my favourite perfume set, I keep it for special occasions –not been many of those recently – until that night in the snow when I met this man …. (I wish I’d had it then).
I run a bath and spoil myself by adding a large amount of bubble bath from the set watching the steam rise as the scent fills the room.
I spend a good hour or so soaking in the luxurious scented water; feeling its warmth and softness soak into my body using my new heart shaped sponge to smooth it over my body; I can almost imagine the feeling is from his hands running over me.
Just thinking these could be his hands on my hot wet body; I feel wetness of a different kind form between my legs thinking about him, and his big calloused hands, his hard muscular body, those beautiful silver eyes….
I take a deep breath and rein myself back in, keep those feelings tucked in for later.
Slipping from the bath, into my silk robe, I open my bottom draw and pull out a new set of underwear I treated myself to for Christmas – it is so different from what I was wearing when he met me before.
This set is peach silk, my favourite type of balconette bra that shows my D-cup breasts off to perfection, a matching pair of silk French knickers, with attached suspenders so I can wear my special sheer silk stockings. I always loved wearing special underwear stockings and suspenders most of all and silk stockings being so rare these days it is nice to indulge for once instead of wearing modern nylon ones.
I pick up my matching body lotion and smooth it into my still warm skin the satin shimmer settling onto my body topping it off with a spray of the matching scent.
Whilst I wait for it to soak in I open a little mini bottle of champagne I was given as part of a Christmas present and pour it into a glass, taking a little sip I feel the bubbles tickle my throat and my nose.
Finally I settle my now smooth glistening body into the peach underwear I have laid out and feel it slide on like a second skin, once dressed in it; I pick out a pair of my black 4” high heels that I haven’t worn in a long time and step into them.
Standing back to admire myself in the long mirror I look like I used to years ago, before things fell apart.
No; that’s in the past now – never truly forgotten I know -but it’s the past anyway.
I find a dark gold silk wrap around dress which clings to the curves of my body, the waist tied tightly showing my hourglass figure off to perfection, my breasts pushed up and forwards, as I glance down in the mirror I see my calves stretched above my heels encased in the silk stockings.
Having finished the glass of champagne I turn around to admire myself, and then I wander out to sit on my sofa and wait for him.
I sit quietly just eating toast and reading one of my books; it’s one of my favourites I love the special Black covered books and take great pleasure in reading them. It is the one thing that makes me remember the sensual woman I have always been.
The day drifts slowly by 2pm I am restless; I knew I should have gone to the beach for a few hours so taking my shoes off I move around the house slowly wiping my units with soft cloths to make sure they’re clean for when he arrives.
4pm and I manage to nibble a few small crackers with cheese, making sure to clean my teeth carefully afterwards.
6pm comes and goes and I am getting twitchy and upset – I knew I shouldn’t have got my hopes up – I feel so sad not to see him; even though I know how busy he can be and how selfish I must sound to myself.
By 8pm I am sat on the sofa and it is dark outside now, abandoning all hope of seeing him just watching the tv and I must have gradually fallen asleep –that’s what comes of getting up early in the morning!
At 10pm I wake and finally give up; I drag myself listlessly into the bedroom to sort out everything to get ready for bed, I decide to put a new set of covers on my bed; I straighten it all out and shake my duvet settling it down – there- at least it’s all looking clean, tidy and comfortable.
I walk back into the living room, and stoop down to pick up my shoes, as I do I spy a half empty bottle of whiskey that has rolled under my sofa – it would be so easy to start drinking again.                 I pick up the bottle and take it out into the kitchen, I glance at the clock and realise its two minutes to midnight – great a whole day wasted!
As I go to pull open my cupboard I hear a noise outside the front of my bungalow – I’m sure it’s a car – I pause for a second but there are no more sounds.
I lift a glass out of the cupboard and unscrew the whiskey bottle without thinking, pouring 2 fingers into the glass but as I lift it up to drink it there is a knock at my door – slowly I sidle over to the door and peering through the spy glass I see a tall figure and a sudden flash of a silver eye.
Tearing open the door with one hand I look at him; he turns around and spies the glass in my hand. Taking the glass he throws it into the bushes outside, and glares at me- “You don’t need that.” I hear him growl.
Grasping both of my wrists he steps through my doorway and slams the door shut behind me with his boot, still hold my wrists he pushes me up against the wall and lowers his face to mine, capturing my lips with his.
After a moment or two he draws back; “Good, you didn’t drink the whiskey.”
I glare up at him; “Why shouldn’t I, I thought you weren’t coming to see me!” My glaring face then gives way to a sad one.
“My beautiful one, you should have known I would try my best to make it to you if I could.”
He release my wrists but my hands remain where they are above my head, as he drops to kiss me again my lips seek his out and my hands slip down around his neck.
Without a thought he easily lifts me into his arms and carries me into the living room whereupon I look at his face and see a large bruise cover his right jawline - I gasp “Hey, you should see the other guy!” He grins at me.
His eyes seem to finally take in what I am wearing; “Oh Madre di Dio!”
I look at him suddenly feeling a little shy at his appraisal, but as I look into his silver eyes they are lit with such a fire as I have never seen.
His hands slide down my silk dress, I feel his hands tangle in the knot at my waist.
“I need to see you.” His words lick at me like fire as he breathes into my neck.
I close my eyes as he undoes the knot and slides the dress off my shoulder and then off the other as the tie pulls through and the silk dress pools at my feet.
His desire becomes even more obvious as he takes in my new underwear. Wrapping his hands around my waist he slides them up and down my hot body, the scent and the feel of the silk underwear seem to be intoxicating him.   He lets go just for a moment to drop his jacket down onto my sofa and places his hands onto my breasts touching them lightly through the silk as his head dips to drop to place a kiss between them, then onto my stomach, then I can feel his breath lower as he breathes in the scent of my arousal through the triangle of peach silk he is staring at then I feel his hands cup my ass cheeks as he pulls me gently forward to the point where his mouth touches me through the silk.
I cannot help but release a cry from my open mouth. He bites down gently on that most sensitive part of my body causing my body to sway with the effort of staying upright. One of his hands then slides under my knickers to lift them away from my pussy where they have become moulded to and quickly unclipping my stockings he runs the knickers down my silk clad legs.
Then I feel his fingers part my labia and his tongue slides in-between my curls causing my hips to buck forwards, his hand slides back to lift my right leg up and over his left shoulder giving him deeper access to my dripping pussy, his large right hand holding me to stop me from falling.
He slides his tongue in and out of me and then swirls it around my clit causing me to cry out again and again, he sucks my clit gently drawing repeated long moans from me, then suddenly pushes his tongue deep inside me and I come without a thought soaking his face completely. “Ohhhh….uhhhhh!”
He puts my leg down from his shoulder as I stand there shaking; he gets to his feet and looks at me still flushed and panting from my orgasm. “Oh, my beautiful Marie.”
He pulls my face to his as he kisses me I can taste myself on his lips, and I run my hands down his body as we kiss - smoothing them around his taut ass cheeks and settling them on his hips – pulling him to me so his body nestles in the cradle of my hips.
Oh god he is so hard, rubbing his hardened body against me I can feel him - so hot.
He lifts his hot lips away from mine and picks me up carrying me into the bedroom – good job as my legs still feel weak.
Sitting me down upon the bed he takes in my appearance and lifts his T-shirt up over his head revealing his gorgeous torso - tan and hard as a rock, then dropping his jeans to the floor then his briefs, oh god he is as beautiful as I remember.
I lift myself onto my knees and taking hold of him I draw him into my mouth determined to take my fill of him; I can feel his hands on my head stroking the back of my hair and my neck. He is so hard it’s impossible to say how good he feels at that moment – I take him as deep as I can I can hear his gasps and moans above me, grazing my teeth gently underneath his cock I hear him growl and almost laugh as I do so he moans louder – so I hum gently around him as I slide my mouth up and down his hard length. I can feel his body tightening and step up the pace – sucking him harder and faster.
“Ahh….ahhh….Uhhhh!!!!” He comes deep in my throat as I swallow all he has to give me; I’d forgotten how much I loved doing this.
I look up at him his eyes still closed in ecstasy, his chest heaving like he’s been running miles.
He drops to his knees, as I lean forwards and kiss his mouth and the side of bruised his jaw up to his ear my breath heated on his skin.
He leans back to look at me and then starts to peel my new underwear off, scooping my breasts out of my bra and squeezing them in his large hands as I push them towards him revelling in his touch.
Unclasping my bra he lets it fall to the floor and looks at me as I kneel by him wearing just my silk stockings my legs rubbing together as I feel myself hot and waiting for him and looking at his body my eyes drift down to see he is hot, hard and ready for me already.
He sits down beside me and gathers me into his arms kissing me hard as I give him the same back. As we lay down he slides his body over mine and I can feel him hard against my thigh, I spread my legs for him and he leans forwards snaking a line up the centre of my body with his tongue as he eases himself into my pussy.
Burying his cock fully into me up to his balls – I feel him stretch my pussy around him – he is so deep inside me now. Slowly he pulls out right to the tip and then pushes back in quickly making me gasp out loud. His thrusts into me gradually get faster and faster.
Then just as I think we are getting close to the end he slows right down and pulls out - I feel his fingers dip inside me and then drop to rub gently around the entrance to my ass he goes back to my dripping pussy and gathers more of my slick juices slipping the fingers back down to my ass then I feel him slip one finger into me slowly pushing it in and out, before pulling it back and then adding another finger, then a third finger - it feels incredible.
His breath licks at my ear “Can I…?” I know what he’s asking me
“Oh yes …” I have missed this so much.
I feel him rub his cock against my pussy before sliding it in as he moves the fingers still in my ass. Slowly he pulls the fingers then his cock out of me, rolling over I present my ass to him and feel his tongue press against me and then dip in to me coating my hole with his saliva – he places the head of his massive cock at the entrance to my ass before sliding in slowly I breathe out as he enters me - relaxing until I feel him fully buried inside my ass.
“Oh God; I haven’t been filled this way for so long!”
“You feel so incredible, so very tight, oh God I hope I’m not hurting you?”
“No, it feels so good….so very good…..ahhh!”
I let out a gasp as he moves in and out of me, sliding like a well -oiled piston in a racing engine.
He licks the back of my neck and my shoulders before wrapping his left hand around my breasts and the other between my legs rubbing my clit hard, then he starts jacking his hips into me faster and faster – oh this feels so good!!
The faster he gets the more I push back against him, drawing him deeper and deeper into me as his fingers play with my pussy drawing heaving gasps from me.
“Ahh…ahhh….AHHHH!!!”
“Oh Dio , ti amo - venire per me bello!”
My body must have understood even if I didn’t, massive spasms overtake the whole of my body as I come so hard bucking into him - he shoves into me hard one last time and I feel him come deep inside me as my muscles spasm around him milking him to the end.
As we lay down and he slips out of me, rolling onto my side I feel him curl into me.
As I drop off to sleep I can hear what must be my tv – I’d forgotten all about it….
"This is Jack Killian, "The Nighthawk" on KJCM, 98.3 and Good night America… wherever you are."
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