1 comments/ 11454 views/ 1 favorites A View To Remember By: belligerant I grab your hair and pull you towards me. Up you come to me, trembling, but with a very mischievous smile creeping along your face. The blood on your lips escalates my passions to brand new heights, and I kiss you deeply. Our breaths mingle; our tongues explore each other to great depths. "My little girl, my little slut..." I whisper into your ear "How I've missed you..." And with that, I sink my teeth into your neck, causing you to cry out in delight and pain. I feel your nipples harden even more so on my chest. Your nails dig in to my back and I bite harder, piercing your neck with my sharp incisors. Your life trickles across my lips and onto my tongue, sending sensations racing through my body. You are so warm, so full of life; I savor every last drop. You push me away, and gaze into my eyes. Yours are so forgiving, so beautiful. I drown in them, I wish to never look away, "Mistress..." I gasp "You are exceedingly beautiful." You smile at me and muss my hair. Just as you do when I say something cute, or silly, or some such. But I can tell that this little bit of sensuality is not going to last very long. Just as this thought crosses my mind, I feel your teeth bite into my lip... so gracefully, without even a sound, you mix our bloods onto your lips. Never taking your eyes off of mine, you smile and let go of my bottom lip, I decide it's my turn. "Mistress, I can't explain to you how much you do to me, I am absolutely throbbing." These remarks intrigue you and you look down to see that you've made me quite hard. You smile that vicious smile, and bring a hand down to my manhood. One nail, one solitary nail is what I feel. It starts at the base of my shaft, and runs right up, slowly. You pause, your nail just at the tip. I am moaning ever so loudly now, almost screaming, as I dig my nails into your back... the pleasure is unbearable. You softly swirl your finger around the tip, mixing the sweat and the tiny drop of pre-cum that you have forced out of me. "Open your eyes." You order of me... and I do as I say. I watch you as you place your finger to your lips, mixing my fluids with the blood still fresh on your mouth. Your tongue darts in and out and as you do this, I can feel myself growing ever more. It's too much for me, I grab you by your hair, and flip you over. A gasp of surprise escapes you and a giggle of wonderment slips by your lips. I kiss you with only the gentlest grace. Your hair has spread amongst the pillows. You look like my evil little angel. God, I love you. I reach over to the nightstand with my right hand and push it straight into the wine bucket. I extract an ice cube and place it between my lips. Your breathing has become quite heavy, and your head is spinning with desire. I slide down just a bit, and place my lips to your left breast. I notice that as I do this, the tip of my cock has started to rub against your clit, the wetness feels wonderful against me, and I moan softly and start to move the ice cube towards your nipple. I swirl it around, taunting and teasing your erect nipple. I move my thumb down to your damp pussy, and start to rub your swollen clit. Just as I do this, I suck the ice cube into my mouth. I slide straight down, softly kissing your belly button as I pass, it doesn't take much time for the ice to melt in my mouth. My teeth find your thigh, and you feel a freezing pain shoot through your leg... you scream out and laugh at the same time... it's magical. All of a sudden I stop. I look up at you and you look down at me. I grin, as do you. I move straight up and suck your clit into my frozen mouth. The metal of my tongue ring swirls you around, pushing and pulling, causing you to buck your hips. You pussy pushes towards my face as your hands grab my head and force me closer, I feed two fingers inside you, and thrust them in and pull them out as I suck harder on your delicious clit. This goes on for another twenty minutes, my tongue has become buried deep within you, my fingers rubbing and feeling every bit of your incredible body. Squeezing your tits, digging my nails into them. You love it, you beg for more... All of a sudden I feel you tense on my tongue, your muscles don't want to let it go. I look up to see your eyes squeezed shut. Your hands force my face into you and you scream "KEEP GOING YOU FUCK!!! I'M GOING TO FUCKING CUM!!!" Your screaming excites me, and I feel you cumming on my face. A small bit of moisture escapes from you, and I lap up every drop. "My god darling." I say to you through short breaths. "You are absolutely delicious!" You smile at me and take my hand in yours. Once again, this calm, nice moment was not meant to last very long...you now have this look in your eyes screaming "Now it's my turn!" You grab my hair and force me down. Climbing on top of me you whisper into my ear, "You have no idea what I'm capable of, do you little slave fuck?" I shake my head and tremble underneath you... ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Oh my...he didn't know WHAT I was capable of doing was he? Not that I wasn't fully aware of the fact that he could, in one felt swoop, completely destroy me. It was no matter. He was playing the game and it was MY turn to call the shots...I had every cell in my body screaming and I wanted it to last. I straddled my still shaking body over his and stared directly into his eyes. He actually looked frightened of me...he was good at this. I knew he wasn't really afraid. I think it was anticipation of what was to come that gave him this deer-in-the-headlights gaze. I loved seeing him look helpless...after all, it was so rare to see such an emotion dance across his face. "Tell me how you feel slave...what do you want next?" I glared. I could feel myself actually gaining that powerful anger that you only get during these moments when it is you, and you alone, who is God. His lips hesitated... "I want to be inside you Mistress..."barely a whisper. I frowned. Such insolence! How dare you speak to me with such a weak voice! I raised my hand to him...open palmed...and he squeezed his eyes shut. He anticipated a slap. Oh dear. "Open your fucking eyes manwhore..."the moment those stunning green eyes fluttered open, my palm curled into itself and landed hard onto his shoulder blade. I wanted to get his face, but I wouldn't dare leave a mark. God only knows what would happen when the tables were turned and it was I who was on the bottom trembling from fear and excitement. He winced slightly and looked up. He didn't see the punch coming...a much different pain from an open palmed slap. I smirked. "I'm sorry Mistress..."he didn't even know what he was apologizing for. My clit was still throbbing from earlier on and I could barely contain myself. I wanted to throw my pussy over top of him. To force him inside me and feel that sweet pain that only he could inflict on me. But not yet. It's too easy...too soon. I had waited too long for this. "Why do you whisper slave?? Why do you make it so difficult for your Mistress to communicate with you?! When I ask you a question, you fucking ANSWER ME. Don't be so fucking weak goddammit!" He seemed perplexed. He apologized louder. I smiled...he was so beautiful. It was the shoulders that I loved when I first saw him naked and even still...at this moment...they made my head spin. So strong...so defined. I wanted to smother him with kisses and tell him he was exquisite and I loved him...fuck I loved him so much...damn. I was losing that powerful anger I had craved. "I love you slave...and you will fucking worship me as I do this..." I crawled off him and slid down his body so that his throbbing cock was just barely brushing my lips. He moaned out and as I grabbed his thighs he took in a sharp breath and waited. He was so still...so obedient. It made me instantly wet...but I wanted to taste him first before I felt him inside me... "Lick my palm you pussywhipped little shit..."he had not heard me speak such words and I could see the master inside him flicker with anger. That was just as frightening as it was erotic and I was nearly ready to beg forgiveness. This is what happens when you are not used to being God. I loved it. His tongue ran along my palm, making it glisten in the candlelight. I chuckled...he stared blankly. I cupped his balls with my wet hand and started rolling them in my hand. I knew he wanted more...so did I. It was so very difficult to control myself... "Close your eyes and pray slave...if you're lucky, you may feel sensations that you have yet to feel from ME..." His eyes shut and once again, he waited. I ran my tongue from the hand that cupped his balls and let it dance up his shaft. He was breathing so heavy it shook my insides...I could FEEL the energy escaping him...it was incredible. I put both hands firmly around the base of his cock and jammed it down my throat as quickly as possible...which evoked from me a choke so severe I could actually feel my throat hugging his entire dick. I came up quickly for air and looked at him. His eyes still shut, his teeth clenched...hmmm... "Open your eyes slave." He opened them and gazed. I couldn't do it anymore. My body, my mind...my heart would not let me. "I need my master back...I am unable to control you this way..." I shuddered...I knew I had lost. I was defeated. His eyes sparkled for a moment and I knew exactly what he was thinking. He told me before I would not be able to do this. He knew. I thought I was strong enough but I just couldn't dominate the man who was MADE to be my master. The sparkle in his eyes dissipated to anger...they grew cold and grey. Now I was genuinely afraid. He grabbed my hair with both hands and instantly forced his manhood into my mouth. Sputtering, gagging for air...he continued to pump my face with a ferocity that I felt I was in a snuff rape video. I was so wet now it was unbearable...I wanted him inside me so badly my body was pained. He chuckled as he fucked my face... "Couldn't dominate me could you, you little fucking whore? I knew it...and now I'm back and I'm FUCKING ANGRY." I weeped...I needed air. I started to choke hard and he laughed this evil, insane laugh that I had not heard before. Just as I thought I would pass out from the lack of oxygen, his hands drew my head up by the clenched bits of hair he held so tightly and he growled...so help me God he GROWLED at me. Oh my master...my beautiful, perfect master. I am so sorry I even attempted to dominate you...so very sorry. Of course, I said not a word. I wouldn't dare say anything without permission at this point. "Get on the floor on all fours like the slut you are...I am going to hurt you like never before. DO IT. NOW." I quickly jumped off the bed and put myself on hands and knees. I knew what was coming...I could see it in his mind...I was anticipating this pain. Just as I braced myself for the most intense pain ever, I felt his tongue...flicking the back of my neck, down my spine. Oh God. What pleasure is this? What are all these sensations I'm feeling? My whole body vibrated at the mere SIGHT of his tongue. But to feel it was pure heaven. He was relaxing me. Uh oh. Just as I realized the purpose of this loving gesture, I felt his cock pierce through my ass and fill me with such a tremendous agony I started to cry. That angered him. "What the FUCK are you crying for slave? You THANK your master! Thank your master for fucking his little whore up the ass because you don't even DESERVE this pain! Just shut your fucking mouth and if you cry out again I will fuck you even harder. Don't think for a second that I can't make this MORE painful you little bitch!" Shudder, shudder, shudder. I bit clear through my lip to stifle my sobs and tasted blood. Not old blood, but fresh blood...that made me even more drenched than before and he felt it as his fingers probed me. "Oh my! What is this you little slut? Are you enjoying this new pain?" I nodded yes. He laughed out loud and pulled out of me. I waited...I didn't dare move from the position I was in for fear of being punished. He demanded I look at him which thankfully required me to move. "Lay on your back Little Girl." Oh how I LOVED to hear him call me that...I happily obliged. He leaned forward and gazed so intensely at me I knew for a fact he could see the movie I was playing out in my mind's eye. He smirked... "I love you Little Girl." Oh god. Game over. I smiled genuinely and told him he was my world. We slowed things down and in one short moment, we were making love. No more fucking. No more game. We were two people in love, enjoying ourselves. He slowly pushed his manhood in and out of me in a movement so graceful it almost looked like dancing. I felt myself begin to orgasm and shouted out in utter bliss. He felt me contract around his enormous cock and moaned... "I am going to explode Little Girl..." Just as he pulled out I threw my glasses on...I knew he wanted me to. He growled and pointed his cock directly at my face, literally covering my glasses, hair, and mouth in his cum. Just as soon as the moment calmed itself, he went to the bathroom, grabbed a towel, and cleaned every last spot of me. I adore my master. A View to Remember! This story occurred in mid May of last year. As the weather had finally turned warm and sunny, my wife asked me to clean the windows and put the screens in so we could open up the house. It's not one of my favorite jobs, but it has to be done. I decided to take off from work on a Friday and turn the chore into a bit of a reward by getting up early and heading out for a few hours of fishing on my favorite stream. I returned home about 10 A.M. to begin the task at hand. As I got out of the truck and walked to the house, I passed my neighbor coming out of her house with an armload of shirts destined for the dry cleaner's. "Good morning," she said pleasantly. "Out enjoying the nice weather?" she asked. "Yes," I replied, "now it's time for me to get to work. I've been ordered to clean the windows." ""Well don't work too hard," she said, laughing as she got in the van. "I'm hoping to relax a little this afternoon if I get all my work done," she said. She put the van in gear and drove off, waving as she headed out of our housing development. Gloria, the woman I had been talking with, lived in the house next to us with her husband and two kids. They were a very nice family, always very busy running around to different activities with the kids. She was a stay at home mom and he worked long hours, though I'm not sure what his job was. In addition to being a stay at home mom, Gloria was also quite good looking, definitely what is commonly referred to as a MILF; mother I'd like to fuck, for those who might not know. I think what made her especially attractive to me is that she's from Brazil, and I have a real thing for Latina chicks. I'm not afraid to admit that more than a few times I've fantasized about sliding my cock between those delicious thighs of hers. I set to work cleaning the windows on the main level of the house and had actually managed to finish them by right around 12:30, just in time for lunch. I ate some leftovers from the night before and drank some of Lissy's (that's my wife for those who don't know) homemade lemonade while sitting on our deck enjoying the warm sun. It was so relaxing, I didn't want to go back to work, especially since I now had to do the windows on the second floor, which meant getting out the big ladder. I went back into the house to put the dishes away and noticed that Gloria had just pulled back into the parking space in front of her house and was attempting to unload what looked like a large amount of groceries from the van. "Need some help with those?" I asked heading out the front door. "No, I don't want to bother you," she replied, struggling with several heavy bags. "I can make it." "It's not a bother," I assured her. "Here, let me help. It'll make things go faster." I grabbed a bunch of bags and followed her inside to the kitchen. "Just stay here," I said, "I'll bring the rest to you." Another two trips and the job was done. "Thank you so much," she said, "I really appreciate your help. All I have to do is put this stuff away and then I can finally relax." "Good luck with that," I said, "Looks like you've got a lot to keep you busy. I'll get out of your way now so you can get finished. Plus, I've got a lot to do before Lissy gets home." I walked back over to the house, daydreaming about Gloria's awesome body as I went. What a nice ass she has. I could think of nothing I'd rather do than fuck her doggy style, grabbing those nice hips, slamming my cock in what I bet is a tight little pussy, and pounding her till I filled her hole with baby batter. Now it was back to work. By about 3, I had finished the windows on the front, back, and one of the sides of the house. It was now time to move to the side facing Gloria's house. Like our house, it had a large deck built out the back, but at the end of the deck facing our house was a tall hedge the previous owners had planted for privacy. Gloria and her husband had talked about taking it out, but hadn't gotten around to it yet. The hedge was very thick and tall, which normally blocked the occupants of the deck from view, but since I was up on the ladder at the second floor windows, I was able to see over it. I finished the first window and, just out of curiosity, happened to glance over my shoulder at the neighbor's deck. There, I saw Gloria, reclining in a lounge chair at the far end of the porch facing the hedge, and she was wearing a skimpy two piece bathing suit! I almost dropped the cleaning supplies and had to steady myself against the side of the house. What a sight, those long dark legs leading up into the black suit, her flat stomach, and those nice tits. Not too big, but just right. I stared for a few minutes longer, just drinking in the beauty of that picture, all the while feeling my cock growing harder with lust. I did another window, took a break to stare, and moved to the next. When I finished and glanced back to where she lay basking in the sun, I really did almost fall off the ladder. Not only did she have her top off, but she had her right hand inside the bottoms of that two piece bathing suit. I could see her hand gently rubbing in a circular motion and noticed that her head was resting on the chair, her eyes closed. I continued to watch her, still gently massaging her pussy, occasionally shifting her legs and moving her hips to get comfortable. Then, if not good enough, she sat up and pulled the bottoms completely off, laying back down on the chair with her legs spread wide open. I've never been so glad that the old neighbors had planted that hedge! Now that she was free from the confines of the suit, she took two fingers, wet them in her mouth, and slid them both in her pussy. If only that could've been my cock! She began to work her fingers in and out of her sweet little cunt, bucking her hips slightly. She took her left hand and gently pinched one of her nipples. It must have felt good because I even heard a slight moan escape her lips. I really wanted to touch my cock, which by now was throbbing with anticipation. However, unlike Gloria, I was in the side yard of my house, which was clearly visible from the street and other houses. As much as I wanted to cum, I decided to wait and watch her finish. I didn't have long to wait. Another two or three minutes of her sliding her fingers in and out and another couple pinches of the nipples. Then she arched her back, sliding those fingers deep inside that delicious pussy of hers, and released a short, but very loud, shriek. The sound of her voice must have brought her back to reality because she immediately sat up, grabbed her now discarded suit, and began moving towards the door of the house. She looked up at the hedge for some unknown reason and happened to see me. Our eyes locked for just a minute and I knew that she knew I had seen her. I finished the remaining windows in record time and went back into the house. There was still about two hours till Lissy got home, so I stripped down, grabbed the Astroglide, and jerked off to the image of my hot Latina neighbor finger fucking herself. Afterwards, I went outside to water the plants for Lissy and happened to notice Gloria. "I see you got all your work done," she remarked, a slight blush coming to her cheeks. "I sure did. How about you, did you get to relax?" I asked. "Oh yes," she answered, "It was quite enjoyable this afternoon." "Yes," I said, "in spite of all the work, I had a great afternoon too." A View to Remember I have written a few shorter pieces here, but this is the most developed story. I would appreciate comments and responses. Thanks. ............................. When I entered the carpark I was disappointed to see that I was not alone. At least there was only one other car standing in the dust. I had heard from a friend about this 'out of the way' walking trail and had been looking forward to a peaceful solitary ramble through the bush and perhaps even a dip in the ocean in a secluded bay. I hadn't brought bathers, of course. Just a towel on which to lie as I soaked up the rays of the sun. Slinging my pack over one shoulder I began my ascent from the carpark. There was a shorter, gentler track which led through the dense bush towards the waves which I could hear crashing nearby. I hoped whoever had arrived in the other car had taken that path, and so would anyone else - in the unlikely event that another car ventured this far off the beaten track. The sound of the surf was quickly dulled by the thick green canopy of overhanging branches, interlaced with vines, decorated with flowers, deep almost iridescent green punctuated by sparkling rays where the sun pierced through. Ahead of me on the path these rays shot bolts of light across my way, reminiscent of the beams of security sensors trying to detract me from entering into the sanctuary beyond. I passed through the beams and the only sound released was the chattering of parrots, the chittering sounds under the bushes as smaller birds fought over morsels among the leaf litter and an occasional creaking stretch from trees settling into somnolent afternoon slumbers. Ferns welcomed me with open fronds. Small blossoms along the track-side suggested a joy in being which lightened my mood and swept away the cares of recent months. Single again after all these years. I had seen it coming. At times I had even welcomed it and part of my heart had reached out to embrace the freedom offered, yet in the end it had been a painful tearing of flesh which had been made one, rent now into two pieces. The rough edges of my heart were still raw ... and so I sought solitude rather than company. A moss decorated log provided a comfortable and timely resting spot. The water in my bottle was just cool still, but quenching nonetheless. Setting out once again - birds now flitted and dived across my path, and swirled behind me taking advantage of the insects disturbed by my passing, swooping to claim prizes in the air. One hour of solid walking later I reached the place of which my friend had spoken. Climbing the last few paces to the top of the hill the trees opened up as if an opening night curtain had been eagerly poised to reveal wonders and delights beyond. And the scene so revealed was worthy of the anticipation and beyond expectation. The curve of white sand which opened up before me was lapped by turquoise waters, graduating to deep dark blue as they receded from the shore line. A headland protected the bay from the roughness of the waves pounding in from the Pacific swell. Another headland on the farther side reached back, like two hands extended but not yet touching. The rippling of water drew a line between the two bulwarks of rock suggested a reef close below the surface. No yachts would be making surprise visits to this sanctuary, disturbing my long sought tranquility. Down, down again through the trees which embraced the slope. The cool of their shelter was welcome as in the few minutes enjoying the scene from the exposed pass I had felt the heat of the sun on my back. The water looked even more inviting now and so I hurried down the rough track, taking care to avoid the grasping roots which threatened to send me sprawling, as if they were demanding that I stop to pay obeisance to the trees which sheltered my way. I was thankful for their cover. But I was not stopping now. Only when I reached the edge of the final barricade of trees did I see her. She was sitting, gazing out over the water. Her back resting against the bole of a sturdy tree, towel beneath her to soften the hardness of the gnarled root, knees bent and raised ... and her long cotton skirt lay loosely bunched across her waist. Her light coloured hair curled in towards her neck. A large straw hat sat beside her, resting from its protective task and her eyes were concealed behind glasses dark as the locks into which they blended. I thought that I had been silent but my sudden stop must have disturbed enough stones to make a discernible clatter, or perhaps it was a movement in the air which betrayed me, or perhaps simply the deep awareness of paradise invaded. Her head turned sharply and I saw from the down-turned mouth that she was as disappointed as I to be no longer alone. But paradise forbids unhappiness for any more than fleeting seconds and her smile transformed my disappointment. She beckoned me over and as I approached her first words tugged at my heart. "Isn't it simply beautiful here!" The only word which registered to my ears was 'beautiful', for it was the word which swirled across my mind like a fog. She had removed her glasses and the eyes ... the face ... I ... I ... Words are part of my stock in trade, my companions in engagement with the world, yet they failed me now as I gazed at her. All I could do was to nod and grunt monosyllabic agreement. Reduced from 48 to 14 in but a few seconds. Confidence and refinement failed me and a bumbling embarrassment seemed to take hold. Thankfully she seemed to understand, or at least she was content to remain silent as we both sat, gazing out over the gently undulating waters. My voice returned but my first words jarred the silence with resentment barely concealed. "I thought I would be alone here." "So did I!!" her sharp retort alerted me that I had invaded her space as much as I had felt she had disrupted my expectations. "Sorry, I am just a bit on edge. I came here because I had heard it was a good place to get away and think ... alone." Her apology shamed me. Had I really become so seared and damaged that I was unable to make polite conversation?!? "I should be apologising to you. You were already here and I am the intruder ... sorry ...." Her smile again blew away any negative threads which had begun to entwine themselves around me. "Can we start again ... I'm Paul." Without hesitation she took my outstretched hand in hers. "I'm Sharon. Nice to meet you ..." and though the usual social protocol would have suggested that the clasp of our hands should have been brief, little more than polite and passing contact ... she held my hand and looked deep into my eyes. "Are you OK?" There are moments for self-protective restraint and there are moments to trust the instinct of the unexpectedly opportune invitation. Her compassion, so evident, destroyed any defenses in an instant. I held her hand still but my head dropped to rest on my knees ... and my story poured out like sweat from my pores after a long run on a hot day. The bitterness of a relationship which had become dessicated, sucked dry by the evaporation of embrace or touch, caress or tender reassurance.. I know that the weakness and the lack was mine. My wants not met my heart dried up and I found myself increasingly unable to maintain the semblance of togetherness. Descent into acrimonious exchange and harshness which left us both scarred ... all this I confessed to this unknown woman in an isolated confessional beneath a tree far distant from any world I had inhabited before. Throughout she held my hand ... and I felt her arm around my shoulders as my story degenerated into sobbing self recrimination. We sat in silence. Gradually I became aware of the selfishness of my catharsis. She had also come here to be alone and her idyll had been sullied by my pain. I felt hollow, but it was the release of a boil lanced, an ache relieved, a strange freshness ... an unusual feeling of silent absolution received. I raised my head to apologise and to offer to leave her in peace and discovered that the runnel tracks of tears which scored my cheeks were echoed on her beautiful face. As or eyes met a fresh stream welled up and poured unfettered and unattended across her smooth cheeks. My distress nearly destroyed me and the pain of all that I had projected on her gripped my heart in a vice .... until she began to speak. She did not hang or hide her head but looked deep into my eyes as she shared her own story. Echoes of betrayal, searing shards of savage words uttered in anger, the ostraka of her own shattered relationship resonated so with my own story, yet with dark hues and hidden violence which shocked even my ears experienced in the depths of human tragedy. The bruises which she retained were below the surface, unseeable except when looking deeply into her eyes. When all that could be said had been drained from us we sat in silence. And the chirruping of the birds returned to bathe us in new beginnings, a hopeful sound without malice or pain or regret but ringing with delight in the present and thankfulness for being alive. A deep sigh, then a shrug of her shoulders, as if it were possible to shake off the the scales of the past. "That water looks great out there" she said. "Shall we swim?" "Uuum, I thought that I was going to be the only one here ... and so ... I didn't bring my bathers ..." She stood, and self consciously he became more aware of the difference in their ages. She was clearly still a young, vibrant woman, in the prime of her life, glowing with barely suppressed exuberant sexuality. I began to feel my nearly 50 years weighing me down. How would a thickening waist, thinning hair and ... well there were some things which just didn't work like I reminisced them being ... how would all this seem to her?? This sad reflection on my advancing path towards decrepitude was suddenly arrested. "'Stand up" she ordered. To have a woman taking charge ... to have someone so self assured ... both unnerved me and excited me at the same time. "Before we go any further ... I want you to kiss me." I blushed. She wants me to ... is this just sympathy, a response to our pain rendered bare before one another? Is this just ... could she want .... what is happening ... Thoughts tossed back and forth in my brain. She sensed my dilemma and my hesitation ... and acted. She stepped forward and placed her hands on either side of my face. I could feel her fingers teasing through the hair over my ears and her thumbs caressing my cheeks. She leaned forward and, with slightly open pouted lips, she kissed me. Whatever tingling had been present before was blown into insignificance my the feel of her lips on mine. It was a tender kiss, a kiss replete in understanding, a kiss which was so freely offered that the gift seemed to be immeasurable, a kiss which held promise of .. no I dared not hope for more than even this .. yet also a kiss which encapsulated a desire which had begun to resonate between us, ripples disturbing the air such that it began to ring in my ears. She was in charge, yet my body and memories of engaging passion began to take hold on me also. As I wrapped my arms around her and took her closer into my embrace my tongue began to taste her lips, then finding her tongue well met in that space between us, they began to slide and dance and entwine with one another. As I held her close I knew that she could not but be aware of my response to all that we were now sharing. Not wanting to rush this encounter I drew my hips back a little, yet hers thrust forward and ground from side to side, teasing me and setting loose an ache which I knew would only be released by ... oh I must contain my fantasies ... surely this is just a fantasy and when she sees the aging body before her I am sure the laughter will suppress the desire in both our loins ... but as long as she has not yet been deterred ... My hips responded and we held each other close. Her hand, reaching around to hold then fondle my bum emboldened me. I lowered my arms behind her back and felt the warm smooth firm curves beneath her thin cotton skirt. As me hands began to move there I was surprised. I could feel the folds of the skirt, the thin material moving underneath my fingers, but I could not feel anything else, no other fabric or line delineated the curve as it rounded to her hips. And as I moved my hands towards the centre, presuming that there would be perhaps the thin cords of a thong ... again I found that the only fabric beneath my hands was the cotton which moved with silky smoothness beneath my hands. She drew her head back for a moment and smiled at me. "I also thought I would be alone ... and it was so hot I felt more comfortable this way ... " Then she leaned in again to resume the passionate kiss which was already causing the seams of my shorts to strain. My hands moved on her bottom and as I did so I began to draw the thin cotton of her dress upwards. "MMMMMM" she moaned encouragingly. As I felt the lower hem with my fingertips, then twirled my hands so that her warm soft cheeks were now cradled in my palms she thrust forward and began to rock her hips up and down against me. Oh .... up and down, and now that I knew that her pussy was there, barely beyond bare contact ... what had seemed hard before became almost excruciatingly stiff. Delighting in the feel of her soft skin I let my hands run deep down into the cleft between the orbs which I was cradling. And I felt her shift her stance so that her legs were parted ... and my fingers made contact with her soft wet ... ooooh! I knew that if I did not get out pf these shorts soon they would be almost impossible to prise from my body! She pulled back, and for a moment I wondered if I had gone too far, presumed too much, probed where I was not really wanted. Yet she smiled. "As I said ... let's swim!" With swift confidence she stripped her blouse over her head and tossed it aside. No additional layer here either and her beautiful breasts were revealed, nipples hard and red seemed to reach out towards me. Interrupting my ogling her hands moved to the clasp securing the thin cotton skirt and as it dropped to her feet she looked up again into my eyes with desire and with challenge. Then she was gone. "Come on slacker! Get your gear off and meet me in the water!" By the time I had tossed my shirt aside, prised myself from my shorts and removed the hiking boots she was already at the water's edge. I watched her plunge forward and dive into the clear water, hoping that she might still be under the surface before I reached the edge and was able to conceal the evidence of years on my body. No such luck. She rose and turned, water streaming down over her breasts, hair flicked from her eyes I was deeply aware of the appraisal which I was receiving as I strode towards her. I nearly stopped then and there, not wanting to spoil what had already been. She sensed my hesitation and raised an eyebrow "What's wrong? Don't be shy now!" Her chuckle seemed a little like mockery to my ears. I stopped. "Sorry" I muttered. "You would probably rather be here with someone younger, less messed up ... I ..." "Her voice sharply arrested my drooping confidence. "Hey. Why would I want a superficial young stud with no brains or maturity? You are ... just perfect. Now are you coming in or do I have to get out and chase you up and down the beach?!" Sceptical about how much perfection I actually expressed I took up the challenge and strode forward towards her. She glanced down at the part of my anatomy which seemed to be leading the way and her smile took on a new and different angle. Then ... she licked her lips!!!! It was a long time since anyone had looked at me with anything approaching this desire - in fact never with such open and eager wanting! Yet as I came nearly within arms reach she squealed and dove sideways, doubling back to splash me before another quick turn placed her beyond my grasp. We were like little children, splashing and dunking one another, diving underneath the water to try to knock each other's legs aside. I finally trapped her, my chest against her back, her arms trapped against her side, my feet solidly on the sandy bed beneath us and deep enough that my extra height prevented her achieving any purchase to trip me up. Her thrashing stilled and as she began to turn in towards me I loosened my hold, yet my arms remained locked around her body. Now face to face, her head tilted back and the sparkle of playful desire in her eyes enticed and challenged me to take charge. As I leaned in to kiss her I felt her arms raise up to rest around my neck, over my shoulders and her body slid upwards against mine. Her legs parted as they rose and wrapped around my body, her ankles crossed behind my back. My hands ran down the knuckles of her spine, feeling the cleft between her cheeks opening and I cradled her again as I had when we had stood on the beach. Yet now, with a different angle and with less layers to constrain us, the slow deliberate movement of her hips back and forward was intensified by the placement of our bodies against one another. For the open lips of her pussy were now sliding back and forward along my hard shaft ... back and forward ... back and forward. And in the coolness of the water she felt like fire against me. Back and forward ... back and forward she moved ... and her nipples, softened by the water, again became hard stones rubbing against my chest. Back ... then back a little further she moved her hips and I felt the head of my penis move into the space between her lips ... and she held me there ... poised over the entrance of her vagina. If I thought I had seen a hint of wild abandon in her looks before ... if I thought I had glimpsed some of the passion for which I longed in any of her glances as we had played and romped in the water ... now her naked desire was clearly evident. She looked deep into my eyes and drew our bodies together, plunging herself over me, plunging me into her, encapsulating me, embracing me, enthralling and claiming me. OOOOOH if I thought she was fire before I had now been immersed in lava, yet far from shrivelling in the heat it was a purifying fire, a tempering of the steel which hardened it and prepared it and completed all that had been made ready in the play which had gone before. And plunged deep within her I could yet feel where our bodies met the pulsing of her lips. Holding me there within she pressed her lips against mine and began to rock her hips back and forward, each movement sending shivers and trembling along the full length of my shaft, each movement rubbing her clitoris against me and her lips up and down around the base of my penis. Then, slowly at first, with rhythm mutually sensed, as if a harmony had already settled into the interaction of our bodies, I began to slide in and out of her hot wet pussy. She clung to me and, though it seemed like an exquisite eternity into which we were immersed it was but a little while before I felt her breath deepen and her body begin to tremble. I felt as well a familiar tingle and tightening in my balls and with a synchronicity which seemed to complete all that had brought us to this moment the cries of ecstasy which she uttered and the sudden thrusts with which she took me deep within her again and the grip with which her vagina held me ... and throbbed ... were echoed in my own cries, my own firm grip of our bodies together and my own climax as we came together. What words could possible encapsulate or follow such an experience. We clung to each other, thankful for the buoyancy of the water which embraced us. Bedraggled and still, perhaps even more yet, beautiful she looked again into my eyes, a new wonder there which suggested that this may not be a culmination of what had been as much as the beginning of what was still to unfold. With parallel expression, which made us each burst out laughing our voices both uttered ... "Wow!" A View to Remember Scott turned the key and opened the front door to his home. Laying down his brief case by the hand carved table by the door and putting his Mercedes keys in the small bowl set for that purpose, he crossed the room heading for the kitchen, as was his habit. A generous splash of Scotch over three ice cubes and now Scott felt officially home. Scott headed for his bedroom to change clothes and suddenly stopped. He stopped so fast that his Scotch nearly sloshed to the floor. He was frozen. Jaw dropping as astonishment gripped him and all he could do was stare. In his guest room, on a king sized bed lay a sight so mind blowing that if he would have spoken, he might only be able to stutter. He was paralyzed by choice and his calm demeanor became one of bodily distress as his breathing quickened and a moistness formed on his upper lip. She was laying on the bed on her stomach. Four soft comfy pillows were arranged to snuggle with. She was nude. Her hair wrapped in a towel to dry the recent shower and another towel laying haphazard at the foot of the bed. Rachel was a long standing friend of Scott's with an open invitation to spend an occasional weekend on her many business trips. She had her own key and although Scott was informed of her possible arrival he had completely forgotten that she might arrive on this day. They had been friends for more then 10 years. In that time there had been casual dating but they had succumbed to the stability of a close friendship. They often spent long hours just talking, sharing the woes and battles that life bludgeons us with. A physical relationship just hadn't been a consideration with either for many years. Rachel obviously was caught off guard with Scott's early arrival from work and was taking a quick nap after a long cross country flight. Being caught nude was not on her agenda and she would be mortified if she knew she had been discovered. Scott knew all these things and surmised that his early arrival was the explanation. He had complete respect for Rachel and a thought (buried deep) was trying to tell him to close her door and continue to his room. This is one of those cases where the body and the brain just don't seem to connect. He couldn't move....only stare. She was beautiful to look at. Her frame was slight, only 5'2", her breasts proportionally small, and her bottom was extraordinary. Firm cheeks, tight thighs, shapely calves, a recipe for a voyeur's wet dream. Her legs were nearly closed and Scott traced every line, bone, and muscle with his eyes. Her skin was smooth and tight, and a very tiny bikini line graced her like a Victoria's Secret pair of panties. He felt the irregularity of his breath and succumbed to the hormones flooding his body. He heard the clinking of the ice cubes in his Scotch and took a long pull from the glass. With a jittery hand he took another long gulp and felt the Scotch fueling the moment. He couldn't help but imagine slipping in her room, gazing at this delicious sight up close. His fingertips could almost feel the heat from her skin. He longed to tenderly slide his hands up her calves, further to her thighs, his thumbs clinching the inner flesh of her legs as they traveled to those gorgeous globes of her ass. He wanted desperately to knife one hand between her cheeks and cup the entirety of her plump, but firm, butt cheek. His mind raced with desires as the mental picture of his hands massaging the entirety of this mind boggling sight. The Scotch warmed his throat as he gulped and his lips circled one ice cube sucking the remaining alcohol from the cube. It surprised him to see the glass in need of a refill. How long had he been staring? The answer came quickly....not long enough. His feet couldn't move. His cock, on the other hand, began to move of it's own volition. He had to reach inside his pants to arrange the direction of growth. His own brief touch sent an explosive current of lust connecting powerfully with the vision his eyes could not release. His imagination continued with it's decadent journey. He pictured his lips kissing the crease and tan line of her erotic ass. His cheeks flushed with the thought of sliding his face lovingly across her body. His teeth clenched when he envisioned his face sliding between those luscious butt cheeks and licking to his hearts delight. He wanted desperately to spread them apart. He mentally begged to gaze upon her deeply private areas and wanted more, much more. Without forethought his hand slipped down the waistband of his trousers. His cock throbbed with need and attention. There was no mystery to what it desired. Scott's brain screamed with taunting demands. He wanted to slide that hard dick all over her backside, explore those hidden delectable's that were just beyond his eyesight. His cock wanted to plunge into that wet and creamy wonderland and gratefully pump his own lust deep within her. He was so sexually charged that he felt he could fill her pussy with more then she could hold and he imagined his cum dripping down her thighs as she accepted him while on her knees. Then Rachel moved.....and Scott's face flushed. Seconds later the glass slipped from his hand. Earlier Rachel had opened her eyes but was still. She didn't move her head but she could see a very clear reflection from the glass on a picture frame. She could see Scott three feet back from the open door staring at her. She then realized that she was completely naked. Her first instinct was to jump and run for cover but decided it might make everyone uncomfortable and Scott would look like a Peeping Tom. She was sure Scott was taken of guard just as she was. In the reflection she looked at Scott to see what his reaction was to finding her nude. She expected he would turn away but what she discovered was that he was getting turned on! She saw him reach down his pants to allow his member to expand. Actually....Rachel enjoyed that. She felt flattered that she could give him a hard-on without even trying. She very much enjoyed watching his facial expressions. She could tell he was getting hot just by looking at her. Scott's hand slipped down his pants again. Rachel could tell he wasn't just "making an adjustment" he was stroking himself! Rachel began to really enjoy turning her friend on, just by the mere gaze of her naked body. It was making her feel sexy. She felt like a Goddess that made men squirm just being in her presence. She wanted to push him harder, tantalize him, tease him, make him cum in his pants. Feeling more confident by the minute she decided to give him a better look. Pretending to still be sleeping, she lazily parted her legs and bent one knee. His reaction was profound. When Rachel spread her legs, Scott gasped for air and tensed his cock to keep it from exploding a hot load of cream into his own shorts. His face turned red as he focused in on the tuff of hair that hid her pussy. He could barely see the pucker of her ass but the soft fleshy folds of Rachel's pussy were easily discernable. For a second he imagined that she was up on her knees, her legs spread, exposed in there entirety her hot sexy pussy and ass hole. Just the vision made his cock pulsate and leak pre-cum, leaving a very wet spot. He was mesmerized and extremely turned on. The glass slipped from his hand to the dark Cherry Wood floor. The sound seemed deafening and Scott jumped in horror and embarrassment. He scooped the empty glass from the floor, stammered an apology and quickly raced to the stairs to his room. Rachel busted out laughing. She knew that men are visually aroused thus the explanation for billions of dollars being made on the Porn websites but she had never first hand seen any man reduced to putty for such a simple enticement. But one thing for sure.....Rachel loved "showing herself" as much a Scott loved "looking". It made her feel sexy...and yes...even powerful. An hour later they joined at the back yard pool. Scott immediately tried to explain but Rachel just held up her hand, gesturing not to be concerned. She explained that she should have shut her door. After a couple of cocktails they felt much more comfortable and there conversations had no boundaries. Rachel teasingly grinned at Scott when she described how horny he looked. She relished telling him in detail what she had seen in the reflection even reaching in her own bikini to mimic Scotts desire for relief. Scott sheepishly acknowledged that it was true. He was frantically turned on just by seeing her naked. "It's just a guy thing" he said. Rachel then went into detail of her own emotions, while he was watching her. She finished by saying, "It made me so hot that I wanted to show you more.....I mean, EVERYTHING!" Scott's eyes opened wide and said, "Seriously?? How much begging would I have to do?? How about I wash your car every week for the next 150 years?" Rachel laughed, "I might have other requests to make me agree." She winked and let the subject pass. Scott's pool was impressive and the landscaping was very professional. The Jacuzzi bubbled and looked very inviting and the crystal clear water sparkled with the sun reflecting silver streaks embossed in each tile. Handfuls of miniature palm trees lined the perimeter to give privacy. The island in the deep end of the pool lended a tropical atmosphere making the experience very luxurious. Rachel was feeling her cocktails and drug her lounging chair to face Scotts. She settled in comfortably to further engage him in conversation. "So tell me.....just why is it so exciting just looking at a naked woman?" While they talked she lazily swung her bended leg flashing her bikini clad privates. She was clearly teasing him. Scott tried to explain but ultimately succumbed to admitting that natures powers were far beyond explanation and more powerful then he could control. Rachel looked coyly at him, with her pinky finger touching her lips, she dropped one leg over the arm of the chair. Her tiny bikini barely covered her spread pussy. Scott twisted uncomfortably in his chair and mumbled softly, "oooh Baby!" Rachel was enjoying his discomfort and it made her feel more embolden. She took a long pull on her drink and felt the alcohol drop her inhibitions even further. Her pussy lips pressed visibly against the thin material of her bikini and Scott allowed himself to stare and could just see her love nub as it swelled with new appreciation. Rachel closed her eyes and let her fingers slide between her spread legs. She teased herself letting one finger ride slowly back and forth over her clit. Scott couldn't believe his eyes and was entranced by this erotic gift. When a tiny wet spot stained Rachel's bikini, Scott gasped as adrenalin raced through his system. He was reluctant to speak for fear that the moment would stop. "I really love doing this for you. I'm so hot that I'm a little embarrassed. But.....I have a plan to even things up....and I have a little surprise for you!" Rachel cooed. Scott had no issue with whatever she had in mind. This was just too unbelievably erotic to pass up. "If you want me to toss my bikini in the pool," she began. "Then you will have to have some skin-in-the-game." She continued. "I have to be sure what I'm doing really turns you on and the only way I'll know is if you drop your suit and rub yourself in front of me....just what you did when you didn't think I was watching." Scott wasted no time and in a second his suit had rocketed to the far side of the pool with a splash. His manhood was already fully erect and his large balls promised a big load of appreciation. Rachel hadn't seen him naked in years and completely enjoyed having this power over him. She was so turned on herself that the tiny wet spot on her bikini had grown and moistened the width of her pussy lips. Her nipples stood proud against her bikini top that belied her impression that she had complete control over him. The fact was, she could barely wait to tear off her suit and give him the show of his life. She reached toward him with a bottle of sun lotion and squirt a stream onto his crotch. "Wouldn't want you to get sun burned. Rub that in for me." Scott gratefully began to stroke himself and in two seconds his cock was slick and reaching powerfully toward her. That was all Rachel needed to see and untied her bikini top then tossed it into the pool. She slipped off the bottom of her suit and it too was air born, splashing into cool inviting water. She then dropped her other leg over the arm of her chase lounge and put her hands behind her head. Scott gasped. Not a little gasp but a full gulp of air to compensate for the wanting need his body experienced. He saw his surprise. She had completely shaved her pussy! She grabbed the backs of her knees and pulled up. This erotic maneuver exposed the cute pucker of her ass and Scott thought he was going to lose his mind. She had such a beautiful pussy. Her clit was pink and her lips as smooth as home made ice cream. A small drop of her juices clung to the opening of her love canal. Scott was paralyzed with passion as his eyes drank in this delectable sight. A drip of pre-cum fell from his cock and splashed on the pool deck. Rachel squealed with delight. Rachel had beads of perspiration dotting her forehead and cheeks as she reached further to drive Scott insane. "This is making me so HORNY!" she gasped. "I just love that you are dripping cum just by looking at me!" She reach down with both hands and pulled her pussy lips apart. Scott could only groan as his hand began to uncontrollably stroke himself. His face now just inches from that beautiful cunt he could smell her lusty aroma and it was driving him mad. "Oh baby....I can see white bubbly cum oozing from deep inside..." Just the thought of Scott watching her cum sent her to the moon. Her pussy began to clinch and open on it's own volition. Creamy, white, cum began to drool from her sex. Scott could no longer contain himself and tenderly pushed his face between her pussy lips. It felt so warm. So loving. So sexy. His tongue dipped inside, scooping her love juice into his starving mouth. Again and again his tongue plunged deep inside of her. She could feel his tongue slide across her "G" Spot and was instantly engulfed by a powerful orgasm. Scott whimpered with ecstasy as his mouth was filled with a flood of both watery cum and white, bubbly, creamy cum from deep inside her pussy. There was no stopping his own orgasm as his balls pumped stream after stream of cum onto Rachel's out reached palm. They both fell back in their chairs and Rachel slowly licked her hand clean as if it were a vanilla cone. They rested for awhile not needing any communication. Scott rose to his feet and padded into the house. "Where are you going?" She asked. Wiping his brow he said....."I've got to go wash your car."