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We Meet

By: Mariehaynes



We meet. It's been a long, long time. Almost 25 years. Time has, indeed, marked both of us. We've lost the wide eyed innocence of high school. Lost the sparkle of wonder in our eyes. Lost the rough, patchy skin. Instead, I look in a mirror and see strength touched with vulnerability reflected in my own green eyes. Lines of pain and joy and laughter and tears lightly etched on my face. I like this face better than the frightened one of my youth.

I see him. No longer the angry bad boy, but a confident man. Time has marked him as well. No longer is he gangly, unsure of his height and muscles. He's comfortable in his body. He knows how to move inside of it. I see laughter, delight, and the calculating intelligence of a panther deep within his eyes. I'm melting already.

He says nothing. He wraps his arms around me, not in a friendly-gosh-I've-missed-you embrace. More like I've-got-you-now-and-I'm-not-going-to-let-you-forget-it embrace. I am electrified.

I have to tip my head back to see him. He does not hesitate. He captures my mouth, his hands in my hair, plunges his tongue into mine. I can do nothing but respond. My arms reach up around him. I want to touch his hair, his face. I feel the eyes of others on us and I don't care. Let them see how he devours us. I don't care. 

He breaks from me and I am devastated. 

"Your key, Sir," 

"Thank you," he responds he holds out his hand, accepts the key, never taking his eyes off me.

He leads me to the elevator and he places the key in the top slot. The penthouse. I'm shocked. I've never been to the penthouse before. I'm more of an economy type of woman. He must have seem my look of surprise because he gives me a half smile.

"You've followed my instructions?" he asks.

I nod, to overwhelmed to speak.

"Take off the dress."

I hesitate. That's all I'm wearing. Just a dress and heels. I look at him and see his eyes darken with passion, expectation. I will not disappoint him. Not after all these years of waiting.

I take off the dress. He smiles in approval but does not touch me, nor does his eyes leave me. The elevator stops. Opens. 

He leads me out onto a plush carpet. I'm relieved. We have arrived at the suite he reserved. 

He guides me to a sofa. I see he has already ordered room service. A bucket of champagne, a tray of fruit, cheeses and breads. He has me sit on the floor. I don't mind. The thick, plush carpet brushes against my skin. He pours the wine – one glass. He holds it to my lips and I drink. Carefully, he selects a piece of pineapple and feeds that to me. Then he eats. Then he feeds me. He does not speak, nor do I. He does not take his eyes from me. I'm mesmerized and can look only at him. He decides when our bodies have been satiated with food. He decides everything.

He holds out his hand for me and helps me to my feet. I think he will escort me to the bedroom, but I'm wrong. He takes me to the back of the sofa and bends me over it. He leans over me and whispers in my ear.

"I'm going to take you. Now. Hard and fast. Then I'm going to take you again and again. If you don't want that, tell me now. Because once I start, I will not stop. You are mind for this entire day."

I say two words. "Yes. Please."

He's pleased. He nuzzles against my neck, kisses me. I feel him wiggling out of his clothes. 

He enters me. Hard and fast, just like he promised. I've been ready for him since I saw him walk into the hotel lobby. I contract around him. He does not make love to me. He fucks me. Twenty five years worth of waiting, longing, fantasizing crash in on both of us. He holds my hips, driving me into him. He's splitting me into and I love it. He explodes, anointing me with his own essence. As soon as I feel his heat injected into my womb, I fly. I soar on the wings of my own ecstasy. 

He's breathing hard, his hands on my back. I can't stand it. I want to taste him. I must taste him. I drop to the ground and hear his intake of breathe. I've surprised him. I take his still hard rod and slip it into my mouth. I hear his breathe rush out. He's pleased. I taste my own pungent juices, but more. I taste his sweet, salty cream. I suck and lick and pull him deeply into my throat. My hands explore his legs, his thighs, his ass. I run my finger down the crevice between his tight cheeks until I touch his jewels. I've sucked him clean now. I have all of his essence in my pussy and my mouth. I trail my tongue down. Lick his balls, gently suck them into my mouth.

His hands are in my hair, grasping guiding. I can hear him moan. His tool is softer now, gently brushing against my cheek as I administer to his balls. Soft and beautiful. This pleases me. I move on to kiss his inner thighs. I work my way down. Kissing, licking, tasting his calves, his feet. I feel the passion rising within me again. I'm about to cum again.

He senses this and is pleased. He pulls my hair so I am forced to look up at him. He smiles and I know he's pleased. His pleasure sends me over the edge. I rub my cheek against his thigh as I begin to tremble. He laughs, deep in his throat, graciously allows me to finish my moment of joy. 

"Stand up."

I do so only with his help. He leads me, finally, into the bedroom. My eyes widen and I gasp. He has an array of toys arranged on a small table beside the bed. Silken scarves are looped around the bedposts. 

"Look at these toys. Imagine what I want to do. If there is anything you don't want, point to it and I'll remove it. Otherwise. I'll do with you as I wish."

I look. Clothespins, warming oil, a plug, a cane, a bullet vibrator. I point to the cane. I don't want to be marked.

He smiles and removes it. 

"May I use my hand instead?"

"Yes."

We Meet Again



It had been a couple of years since I'd last seen Erika and to be honest I didn't expect to ever hear from her again. Time had passed, fleetingly as is the nature of time when you reach the forty something stage of life and I'd just sort of let Erika drift away from me as the days slipped by.

I'd worked at the same establishment as the busty blonde and I'd developed a bit of a 'thing' for her. I'd made my feelings pretty clear and even though Erika was spoken for, it appeared that she wasn't averse to any advances that I made.

Erika wasn't a classic beauty, she didn't have the long legs, the flat stomach or the size 10 frame that seems to be the epitome of feminine ideal, but she possessed that certain quality – an aura that oozed sex appeal. Well, to me at least.

We developed a flirty relationship to begin with, which eventually evolved into stolen moments of opportunity where we would steal a kiss or two, usually in the stationery store and I can still fondly recall a particular event where Erika weakened and allowed me to kiss and suck her superb breasts.

I'd followed her into the surprisingly roomy store one afternoon and Erika locked the door behind us from the inside. Then with a wicked smile on her face she whispered, 'Come here,' and kissed me sensually before stepping back and deliberately unhooking her bra.

I immediately pulled her peach sweater up to reveal her soft globes. Her breasts were large, the areola looked as big as saucers to my excited eye and Erika's nipples stood out thickly, turning me on immensely. 

I mauled at Erika's tits, savouring their weightiness, licking the smooth undersides of each before finally taking each distended nipple in turn and adoringly chewing lightly upon them.

'Oh God Erika, your tits are fantastic,' I said, before I buried my face in her scented cleavage once more.

'That's enough now,' laughed the woman. She pushed me away from my feast and deftly hooked her bra straps together again, pulling the pink sweater back down to cover herself fully.

That little encounter in the stationery store only whet my appetite and I was hungry for more of the temptress. The memory of her hanging breasts burned on my brain. I found I couldn't concentrate on simple tasks; Erika was becoming an obsession.

Of course, being male, I had to push the boundaries and finally I persuaded Erika to join me in the bath. The establishment we were both working within had accommodation for transit and course personnel and I had access to one particular block that wasn't in use at the time. Erika was reluctant at first, but when I mentioned I had the keys to the front door and that no one else had access, that we'd be completely private, to my complete surprise, she agreed.

As soon as I put the phone down after the invitation to join me in the bath - with Erika's subsequent agreement, my stomach flipped with nerves. I suppose part of me didn't expect her to call my bluff and when she put me on the spot like that, I was suddenly put in my place. It was one thing to be full of bravado thinking that she wouldn't agree, but when she turned the tables on me I began to think about the realities of what I'd gotten into.

I hurriedly ran the bath; drawing it nice and deep, just hot enough to stand, completing the job just as Erika arrived.

'Hi,' I said nervously as I greeted her at the door of the block.

'I don't believe I'm doing this,' Erika replied, ducking through the doorway.

After a quick check outside to ensure that we'd not been observed, I locked the stout door behind us.

'Where is it then?' she quizzed, cocking her head to one side.

I led the way up to the second story where the bath was still steaming.

Being a gentleman I let Erika undress in private, she was a little apprehensive about her body and my reaction to seeing her naked, despite my assurances that she had nothing to worry about whatsoever. I knew she'd had children and with her being in her thirties at the time I wasn't expecting a skinny, silicone enhanced teenager.

I was more nervous about Erika's perception of my body, rather than passing judgement on hers and to be honest I prefer a mature woman with a fuller figure over a plastic, air headed Barbie doll, it was Erika's figure that filled me with desire in the first pace.

Once Erika was settled in the bath I joined her in the welcoming warmth of the water. I was a little aroused with the tension of the situation; Erika's sudden agreement and the close proximity of her naked body filled me with an aching wanting for her. Even though we'd agreed that there would be nothing physical that day, I was still inwardly hoping to take things further.

We talked as we took a long leisurely soak, only getting out of the water when it began to cool. There was no shyness on either side now and we both towelled dry in the confines of the cubicle, my penis growing stiff as I watched Erika's big tits sway as she dried herself, the signs of childbirth on Erika's body only heightened her appeal for me, they made her more real somehow. 

'Fuck you're sexy,' I growled and took Erika's arm, pulling her towards me.

I kissed Erika deeply, pushing my tongue into her mouth and was encouraged by her reaction when she returned the kiss, our tongues danced and the intimate contact made me even stiffer than previously.

'Oh my! Who's a proud boy then,' Erika commented at my state of arousal.

I grinned and cupped Erika's breasts in my hands, marvelling at their weight, her nipples puckered and stiff with a combination of the cool air and her own excitement. I kissed Erika with more urgency, my ardour increasing as I caressed her soft skin.

I ran my hands over her breasts, down her flanks to her broad, matronly hips, then pressed my palm onto the mound of her mons. Erika's sparse pubic bush tickled my hand and I ran my finger along the crease of her vulva, parting the sticky folds of her labia as I searched for the hard nub of her clitoris.

I could feel Erika's wetness with my fingers and was desperate for her to touch my aching cock. The excitement was making me lose my sense of proportion and I would have happily taken the curvy blonde right there in the bathroom cubicle.

'We can't,' Erika whispered as I attempted to manoeuvre my cock head between her thighs.

'Shit,' I hissed, frustrated by Erika's sensibility, even though I knew she was probably right. My frustration swelled within me, my cock was aching for release, I longed to have Erika's liquid core wrapped around my stiff shaft, to fuck with wild abandon and have Erika climax at my touch.

'I can't,' Erika went on. 'My boyfriend... it's not fair to him.'

'Please. Please... just let me lick you,' I replied, thinking that if I could arouse Erika with my tongue; then she might relent and allow me to have her fully.

It wasn't to be. My contrived attempts at manipulation were thwarted.

'I can't, sorry... I just can't.' Erika was stepping into her knickers, pulling them up her legs, covering the part of her that I desired more than anything else on Earth in that moment.

I watched as Erika covered her big, squashy breasts with her bra and once she was completely dressed she gave me a chaste kiss on the lips, as though in apology.

'I'm sorry,' she said, my disappointment evident on my face.

I watched her walk out of the building and away from me, her lush backside swaying as she walked, the sight of Erika's plump arse was a reminder of what I had missed. 

We didn't repeat the bathing episode, despite my constant soliciting. I had to be content with the same snatched moments, sometimes the danger of being discovered was very real, but my recklessness increased in proportion to my desire.

Then, a few months after the bathing episode, Erika took things a stage further.

We had been kissing in one of the offices in the building that was seldom used. As usual I'd been fondling Erika's boobs, her flimsy blouse unbuttoned and her bountiful cleavage provocatively on display.

My cock was fully erect, as it usually was during these encounters. Encounters that tormented in their frustration, as much as they were pleasurable, perversely the frustration seemed to feed the pleasure! I was leaking the syrupy pre cum into my pants as I grew ever more aroused, the object of my desire so close, yet so achingly unattainable.

Then, miraculously, the barriers came down. 'I want to meet you tonight,' Erika spoke, the meaning of her words meaning nothing to me at that moment. 'Can you meet me?' she quizzed, looking at me directly now.

'Yes!' I almost shouted. 'Yes!' I would have agreed to meet Erika even if I'd had a prior engagement with the Queen. I was so turned on by her, my lust burning fiercely from my tight balls up into my belly. I wanted to take this woman so badly I would have sold my soul to the Devil and his cousin without a moment's hesitation.

'If you book a room I want to stay with you the whole night,' Erika whispered to me, the words music to my ears.

My elation soared, I didn't know what had caused the sudden change of heart and frankly, I didn't care. The thought of spending a night of unbridled pleasure with this voluptuous creature sent me into raptures. Oh God, how many hours until my dreams came true? I couldn't wait.

I left Erika and called a local hotel, booking a room for us for that night. Once the booking was made I phoned Erika and told her the details, arranging a time for our clandestine rendezvous.

Now all I had to endure was the interminable hours till the allotted hour. The protracted minutes ticked by slowly and the hours seemed without end as I went through the rest of that afternoon and early evening on autopilot. Eventually, of course, the time arrived for me to check into the hotel and I did so with my stomach burning with nerves. Would Erika show up? The thought of some unconsidered event preventing our meeting weighed on my mind like a dark cloud. I was equally terrified at the prospect of Erika arriving, what would we say to each other? What if it was a disaster – I came too soon – couldn't get hard? 

The nightmare went on and on, with my own self induced torment almost driving me insane. I waited in the clean, neat room for Erika to arrive like a condemned man.

There was a knock on the door.

She'd arrived.

I opened the door and stepped to one side wordlessly. Erika took a quick appraisal of the room and turned to me. 'Hi,' she said casually, shrugging her coat from her shoulders.

I stood woodenly until Erika took control. 'Kiss me then,' she commanded, giggling at my robot like state.

I bent to kiss Erika's painted mouth and my cock grew with such urgency it was almost painful. I kissed Erika powerfully, all doubts washed aside as I circled her body with both arms.

As we kissed Erika squirmed against me, rubbing her still covered breasts against my chest. The pressure of Erika's mounds pushing against me was indescribable and I moaned involuntarily as my arousal flourished.

'I want to see your cock,' Erika whispered to me. 'Let me see it, all stiff and purple.'

Taken aback by her boldness I nevertheless pulled the zip down on my jeans and unbuttoned them. My cock sprang free as I stepped out of my jeans, leaving them in a heap where they'd fallen. It was long and thick, the head of it looked huge and angry, with pre cum already oiling the spongy surface.

I pulled off my shirt and stood naked before a still fully clothed Erika, waiting to see what she was going to do next.

I didn't have long to wait as Erika reached out and curled her fingers around my thickness. The feeling of her fingers around my shaft at long last was sublime and I experienced a surreal moment as I noticed her scarlet painted nails, the colour seemed somehow perfect for the occasion, a courtesan red to match the act of her stroking my majestic prick. 

'Oh baby, that's so good,' I groaned at her touch. I craved to be inside her body and we kissed once more, my tongue pushing deep into Erika's willing mouth.

'You like that hmm?' a question that needed no verbal answer from me. I just sighed as I let the sensations wash over me. The tingle in my cock was incredible. All the pent up emotion from the weeks of unfulfilled sexual torment seemed focussed within my thick pole.

Erika continued to tug at me relentlessly, her fist tight around me so that I could feel her hand moving over the veins and ridges in my cock.

I pulled at Erika's blouse in my desperation to expose her breasts, 'Let me see those big tits, Erika, please, let me get them out.' I was hissing through clenched teeth as my climax threatened.

Erika laughed and released her grip, her blouse gaped as she turned away from me and gave me a tantalising glimpse of her soft white globes.

'Lie down,' Erika pointed at the bed.

I did as she wished and watched her slip the blouse from her shoulders; she was smiling an enigmatic smile as she did so, as though she knew some feminine secret that was untellable to any male.

If there was any secret it was purely the magnetism of her sexual aura that held me transfixed as Erika wriggled out of her skirt, revealing her sparse covering of pubic hair that nestled like smoke at the V of her thighs.

Then, gloriously, she unclipped her bra and allowed her pendulous breasts their freedom.

'Oh fuck Erika,' I groaned as I feasted my eyes upon her. I took my iron hard penis in my hand; desperate for relief I pulled at myself urgently. 'Baby, you turn me on,' through gritted teeth. 'Look at you. God, you're so fucking sexy.'

'Calm down now,' Erika said as she approached the bed.

She clambered onto the soft mattress next to me and pulled my frantic fist, preventing me from tugging myself further. Then she lay on top of me, squashing her breasts into my chest and kissing me softly. Erika closed her eyes and probed my mouth with her tongue. I returned the kiss and we lingered for a long, liquid moment as I savoured the texture of her tongue as it entwined with mine in a serpentine dance.

Erika broke the kiss and traced a line down my torso with her tongue, en route to my rigid member. When Erika's mouth reached the base of my cock she looked up at me and gave a slow, seductive wink and then covered the purple dome with her mouth.

She sucked gently at me, tickling the sensitive underside of the glans with her tongue. I felt as though my very core would come spurting from me as my passion reached new heights.

Just as I felt my climax begin to boil Erika replaced her mouth with her hand, once again milking my cock expertly.

'Erika... I'm going to come. Oh baby, that feels so good...so good...don't stop darling,' I said, my voice thick with lust.

As the first jet of my semen spurted from me I gave a loud groan, my cum arced high in a graceful curve and spattered onto Erika's breast. More jets of the viscous spunk spattered onto Erika's body, clinging to her white skin and shining in the low light of the room.

Erika covered my cock again and took the final few weakening spurts into her mouth. Then, as my orgasm began to subside, Erika swallowed my offering before moving up to my face and kissing me.

I could taste myself on Erika's tongue as we kissed hard, the mature woman making little moaning noises in her throat as we rolled around the bed, wrecking the immaculate covers. 

As Erika laid full length on top of me, her breasts slick with my goo. I ran my hands over the skin of her back and down to the softness of her buttocks. I squeezed both cheeks and managed to push one of my hands down along the cleft of her arse, until I could use the tips of my fingers on her vulva.

Dissatisfied at not being able to reach her properly in this position I rolled Erika onto her back.

'Open your legs for me Erika,' I said and she complied instantly. Once again we kissed and this time I could run my fingers freely across her hot centre. I slid a finger through her labia and parted the sticky folds.

'Jesus Erika, you're soaking,' I commented as I felt how aroused she had become and I lightly ran my finger around the outside rim of her opening. I took a tentative probe at her clitoris and was rewarded with her sharp intake of breath.

'Play with me lover. Make me wetter... that feels nice... on my clit, play with it...yes,' Erika sighed as I gently fingered her. 

I dabbed tip of my finger into Erika's wetness, moistening it so that I could slide it around her stiff clitoris. She groaned even louder as my slippery digit kissed her excited flesh lightly, the sound of her voice, laden with the weight of her mounting passion causing my cock to stiffen again.

I used my fingers deftly, playing Erika's body like a maestro, kissing her hard on the mouth before sucking at each of her distended teats, all the while keeping up my handiwork on her sodden quim.

After tonguing and kissing Erika's smooth globes and puckered nipples, I traced a path with my tongue down to her bush; licking her flanks and making her skin rise with goose bumps. Erika purred at the tickling sensations my licking was producing along her sensitive body but I heard her catch her breath when she felt my hot breath on her vulva.

I looked at Erika's puffy quim for a long moment, imprinting every fold and crease of it onto my memory. Her labia were swollen with her arousal and pouted heavily, still hiding the secret centre of Erika's sex.

I parted the slick folds with my tongue and uncovered her clitoris from its tiny hooded hiding place and then tasted Erika's essence for the first time as I probed at her opening.

'Ahh, yes. Lick me... Deeper with your tongue... Oh yes!' Erika moaned as I moved to flick at her clitoris like a snake scenting the air, my tongue barely touching her.

I licked at Erika's smooth inner thighs and slid a finger deep into her sodden tunnel, feeling the soft, spongy walls of her vagina as I fingered and licked her. Erika had surrendered herself completely to me; her legs were thrown wide as she exposed her most intimate self, offering her body for fulfilment. 

I continued my labour of love between Erika's outspread thighs, my senses attuned for every sign of pleasure from Erika. It was my quest to bring Erika to a climax before I would even contemplate penetrating her with my prick.

I had waited so long for this night that I was determined that Erika should be fully satisfied with me as a lover before we parted. I wanted to taste every inch of her body, to kiss her when I was deep inside her liquid core, to watch her expression as I pushed her to her peak and to finally have quiver in ecstasy with my cock embedded deep within her body. 

'That's it baby... I'm there - I'm coming. Oh yes... Oh yes... Oh yes,' Erika panted as I sent her over the edge. Her limbs stiffened as she came, painted nails scratching at the covers beneath her body when Erika grabbed handfuls of material, clawing wildly with the intensity of her climax. 'I want you inside me now,' Erika said as she came down the crest of her wave.

I lay along Erika's body and reached between us to hold my penis in place. A slight nudge and a push and I slid silkenly into her liquid embrace. As I savoured the exquisite moment of being almost fully embedded within Erika, I closed my eyes and lay still, feeling her muscles clenching around my shaft.

We began a steady rocking rhythm as I pulled myself out of Erika, the crown of my cock still encased in her slippery flesh before I slid fully home inside her once more.

I held myself above Erika on my outstretched arms and watched her features contorting as we fucked.

Erika slid her hands up and down my back, squeezing my sides and then wrapped her legs around me tightly, as she tried to force more of me inside. She was becoming frantic, moving her hips against my thrusts, groaning, arching her back, her face contorted into a mask of what looked to be almost pain.




We Meet Again



As Erika built towards her second orgasm I felt my own beginning its surge along my shaft. I struggled to control the rising tide but I could only let it wash over me as Erika writhed incessantly beneath me. The friction from her clasping vagina and the sight of her big breasts wobbling on her chest sent me crashing into the throes of my orgasm.

My cock spat deep into Erika's body as I pumped and pumped what seemed to me to be an impossible volume of my seed into her. It felt as though Erika was sucking the flux from my balls, my prick pulsing with the effort of emptying its hot load up into her womb.

Erika cried out as I came, 'I can feel you doing it. It's flooding me... so warm. Oh yes, I'm going to come. I cut off Erika's commentary with another powerful kiss and she jerked convulsively, trapped beneath my body as I held her down. 

Eventually the urgency of the lingering kiss subsided as we lay spent, Erika still held fast by the length of my body draped over hers. I kissed her neck gently and murmured endearments into her ear as my cock wilted and plopped from her oozing slit.

Erika kept her legs wrapped around my back as we bathed in the rosy post coital glow. There was no need for speech as we both felt the intensity of the moments we'd just shared, the intimacy that had blossomed between us.

Erika and I spent the rest of the night talking and making love in turn. I lost count of the number of times Erika came on my face, fingers and cock and I managed to spill my seed into her at least three more times before the new day brightened the world outside.

'You must realise that we can never do that again,' Erika said to me shortly before she left the destroyed hotel room. 'I'm getting married in a few months and I wanted you as my final fling,' she continued by way of explanation.

I felt desolate at those words and sat on the bed for a long time after she'd gone, aching with the realisation that I may never again find such passion, such wild abandon as Erika had shown during our night together.

So, as time went on, I saw Erika around and about. We never referred to our encounter and never took up the flirting and clandestine moments of madness again. I moved on with a change of jobs and although we spoke by phone occasionally, we drifted apart as I mentioned earlier.

That s until I was working at home one evening, MSN messenger running in the background as I carried out some research on the internet, when an IM window popped up – 'well hello, fancy meeting you here.' The typed words transported me right back to that hotel room when I realised it was Erika.

I wonder if she wants to meet again? 



We Meet Again



We Meet Again

Author's notes: I claim the copyright to this story, and it may not be posted elsewhere except by express written (electronic counts as written) permission. This is a work of fiction, and no real person is represented here except for the conductor of the Atlanta Symphony, who plays a very minor part. As a celebrity he is fair game for what he does in my mind, and in this story. He makes two cameo appearances. The setting is Atlanta, Georgia, and the streets and places are real, except for the office building where David works. I have taken literary license in moving the studios of the TV station to another location. My apologies to whatever business was destroyed to make room for the studio. This story was edited by CopyCarver, who has been an immense help in bringing the story to completion. It's my first attempt at a romantic story. I'm a male, so it isn't gushy. There is some sex in the story, placed there to provide a measure of erotic realism. No animals were killed, and no greenspace violated in the making of this story. The story was posted here earlier by chapter, in 11 submissions. This is the entire story. Feedback is the only payment a writer gets at Literotica, so please pay me.

Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter

I descended in an otherwise unoccupied elevator from my office on the sixteenth floor to the lobby level, anticipating lunch at Mary Mac's Tea Room. I'm a creature of habit, and have always eaten there except on the weekends or when I'm out of town. The food is always good. 

Well, there was a short period when it wasn't. The place had been sold, and the new owner lacked the dedication that Mary had put into her restaurant. As a result, the quality suffered. She didn't like that because her name was still used to identify the establishment so she bought it back, in turn restoring the quality. The lost customers returned. It was a small place, actually, on Ponce de Leon Avenue, just a block or two off Peachtree Street and within walking distance of my office.

I turned the corner from West Peachtree Street onto North and began the easy walk up a slight incline to Peachtree Street, then left over to Ponce, and right. I could see the place now, a short distance down Ponce on the left. My eyes caught sight of a very nice-looking woman just entering the restaurant. 

"Down, boy," I told my budding erection. But she was a piece of eye candy, nobody would argue that point. As I entered the restaurant a moment or two later, Mary grabbed and hugged me. 

"Hi, David. You want a menu, or are you brave enough today to try the special? Salmon covered in a dressing laced with a hint of horseradish?" She led me to the booth I have used for eight years, since I first joined Ross and Faber, Architects, as one of several vice presidents.

"If you recommend it, pretty lady, I'll try it." Mary beamed at the complement.

"Good. I'll have Suzie bring it out." She seated me and wandered toward the kitchen, gracefully interacting with several other customers along the way.

I noticed the usual crowd, and a few I didn't recognize, but didn't see the woman that had intrigued my interest anywhere. None of my office friends ate here. They preferred the upscale high-priced places, but I liked the home-style cooking Mary served. I even brought clients here, and it didn't hurt our business any. Mary had gleaned a few kudos from them, too.

My back was to the restrooms so I couldn't see in that direction, but I heard the woman in the booth behind me ordering from the menu. That booth had been empty when I was seated. There was something about the lilt in her voice that seemed familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. Suzie brought me a glass of sweet tea, telling me the salmon would be 'up' soon. 

"Thanks, Suzie," I replied. I flashed her my swoon-maker smile as she turned to leave. 

I kept mulling that voice over in my mind, trying to place it, but my memory just wouldn't pull it out. I decided to make a trip to the restroom to see if I could recognize the person with the lilting voice upon my return.

As I returned, I glanced unobtrusively at the woman. It was the woman I had seen earlier. Still no recognition came to me. She was a lovely thing, though. She had beautiful auburn hair that cascaded below her shoulders in a provocative style that turned heads. And her eyes. Behind frameless glasses were green, playful orbs that could pierce your heart. 

As I took my seat I was still pondering from where I might know her. I was certain I did, but from ...? It was at that very moment, as Suzie was placing my salmon before me, that I blurted out loudly, "Nancy Worthington," to nobody in particular. I wasn't sure it was her, but the resemblance was there. 

Suzie backed away abruptly. Her mouth was about to fall open when the lady behind me slid from her booth. As the stranger's eyes scanned the dining area she questioned, "Who called my name?"

"You're Nancy Worthington? Of Sprayberry High School in Savannah?" I countered, blushing a bit.

"I am. And you are... you're David Duncan! My God, David, it's been a long time. Don't you recognize me?"

"Uh... sure. Sure I do. It's the hair and glasses that threw me off for a moment," I recovered. "It used to be blonde." I smiled my killer smile again. The eye candy was my girlfriend from eighteen years ago, and she was as stunning now as then. I offered my hand, but she slapped it away.

"I'm taking no handshake from you, you son-of-a-gun!" She enveloped me with her arms, squeezing as hard as she could. I would have returned the hug but her arms trapped mine.

Suzie was still standing there, mouth agape, but was beginning to break into a smile. "Suzie, bring Miss... Mrs.... Ms... Worthington's order to my booth and put it on my tab."

"Certainly, Mr. Duncan," Suzie replied, now smiling brightly.

I motioned an invitation for Nancy to join me in my booth. She reached over for her purse and accepted.

"You don't have to buy my lunch, you know."

"Yes I do. You're in my booth, and nobody but me pays for meals served at this table; at least not while I'm here."

"You're a hard man to deal with; you know that, don't you?"

"So I've been told. But I'm really a pussycat for a good-looking lady like yourself," I quipped.

She beamed at the compliment. "Really, David, I insist. I can pay my own way."

"I don't doubt that for a second, but this one is on me. How long has it been since we were together?"

"You mean since we were 'together' together? Or since we were at the same place at the same time?

"Picky, picky!" I exclaimed as Suzie placed our meals on the table, leaving quickly to avoid overhearing our private conversation. "Let's start with the latter. My memory is like a sieve. 

"Do you remember Jacob Lansing's New Year's Eve party at the Hilton in Savannah twelve years ago?"

"Indeed I do. And I remember now. You were there with what's his name?"

"Roger. Roger Samples. And you were with that slut I walked in on while she was fucking you six years earlier."

"You mean Sally Wilson? She's not a slut. Don't be so judgmental."

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to be. But she's what caused our breakup. We were an item, I thought. I had a key to your place and all that. And when I used it to bring something over when you weren't supposed to be there, and I found the two of you rutting around in your bed, I freaked out! I never wanted to lay eyes on you again. Boy, was I pissed. Did you even know I was there?"

"Yeah, I knew, after you slammed the door leaving. But..."

"Why did you do it, David? We were so close then."

"I know. I was just a horny 19 year-old. And you were saving yourself for your wedding night, you told me. I just got carried away. I tried to explain..."

"Yeah, I guess so. But I didn't want to hear it. I was grooming you for a wedding, and you did that to me."

"Have you forgiven me?" I smiled.

"Oh, time heals things, I guess. So, it's no big deal now. Yes. You're forgiven. But now I won't object if you pay for lunch."

"You haven't changed a bit, Nancy. You just said exactly what I assumed you'd say."

"I'm that predictable?" she grinned.

"I didn't say that. I would never have predicted that you would break off our relationship just because I got my rocks off with Sally." Uh oh, not the right thing to say. I realized that before I even finished my words.

Nancy's face went hard. "You bastard. You are so full of yourself, aren't you?"

I looked down at my food, blushing with embarrassment, "I'm sorry. That remark was uncalled for."

"You're damn right it was. But let's talk about something else. What are you doing now?"

"Uh, I'm a vice president for an architectural firm here in town."

"So you're up for the big job as soon as the president goes away." It wasn't a question. Her comment was laced with sarcasm.

"Well, me and eleven other VPs are fighting it out, I guess. I'm the newest of the lot, so the presidency will likely go to one of the guys with more seniority. Although I am considered by the Board of Directors as a front-runner. So there's a chance, I suppose."

"Knowing you as I do, I'm sure you'll be in the running."

"I hope so. But some of the others are real workaholics, and I tend to go home when the day's work is done. What about you? What brings you to Atlanta?"

"Career change. I'm here for an interview with WXIA TV."

"Really? Channel 11? That sounds interesting. What kind of position are you interviewing for?"

"A morning talk show for women. That's what I've been doing in Savannah the last four years, and I want to get into a larger organization with greater potential for advancement."

"Good for you. So you talk to and about the soccer moms?

"I guess you could say that. Soccer moms, lonely widows, little old ladies in tennis shoes, that kind of thing. Sometimes politics and maybe a tad of religion. Nothing deep, though."

"What time slot will it be in?"

"Ten to noon is what the advertisement said. I had my interview this morning and it went well."

"You certainly have the voice and looks for it. Nicely modulated voice, really beautiful..."

"Flattery will get you anywhere, David. But thanks." Her head was slightly bowed, looking up at me through twinkling, flirting eyes.

"I certainly hope so. I'm really sorry about my stupid remark earlier."

"Oh, that's okay. I probably deserved it. I really didn't give you a chance to talk after I walked out. Should have, but I was so pissed. It's water over the dam now. I don't hold grudges. You know that."

"Well, I thought you'd hold that one forever. Tell me, are you married? Children? Any..."

"None of the above. I was married to a guy who turned abusive, and I had to get out of that. We were married a year and a few months. No children, but a lot of bruises."

"I'm sorry. Does it hurt to talk about it?"

"No. You know I don't let things shut me up."

"Yeah, I know. Except dialog with a boyfriend who tried to explain away a girl he got caught fucking."

"Touché."

"Do you want to talk about it? The abusive husband?"

"Not really. It's over, and I learned from it..."

"Okay. Let's move on..."

"To you. What about you? A wife? Two point one kids? Home in the suburbs?"

"Like you, none of the above. Single, never married. Reasonably happy. You know..."

"Girlfriend?'

"Well, sort of. But she's in LA, taking care of an ailing mother. She used to work with me as an assistant until a couple of years ago. When her mother had a stroke, she took an extended absence to care for her. Four months ago she resigned, and we see each other maybe three times a year."

"Are you serious about her? I mean..."

"No, not really. We enjoy being together when we are, but recently that's been..."

"I understand. Seeing anyone on the side?"

"No, but I'm beginning to rethink my position on that."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning I just ran into the girl I was gonna marry a long time ago, and..."

"Okay, enough of that. I might be going back to Savannah if this job at WXIA falls through, and I don't do long distance."

"I have a couple of things to finish up at the office this afternoon, but I'd like to see you again. Would you consider dinner tonight?"

"Well, that's the best offer I've had in a long time. Dinner with a vice president who wears dapper suits and has a killer smile? Sure, I'd love to," Nancy replied.

"Good. Here's my card. The office is on West Peachtree, just a block over. Not far from WXIA. If you can drop by around five, I'll show you the office and we'll go to dinner at the Abbey. I'm on the sixteenth floor."

"The Abbey? Isn't that a bit exclusive? And don't you need reservations a week in advance to get in there?"

The Abbey leaned toward exclusivity, but not more so than a couple of dozen other restaurants in town. "It's not that expensive. It's quiet and the service is excellent. You'll enjoy it, I'm sure."

"Yes. But what about the reservation? Can you handle that on such short notice?"

"They know me there. I can swing it." I motioned for Suzie to bring the check. I signed and escorted my lovely companion outside. "Where are you parked? I'll walk you there."

"I'm in the parking deck for WXIA. But you don't need to do that."

"Maybe not, but I don't want any of the locals hitting on you. So, if you'll allow me..."

Nancy punched me in the arm lightly, giving me that pixie smile that used to melt my heart, "Okay, Prince Charming, lead the way." 

She took my arm and we headed to WXIA. I think the smile still works.

Chapter Two: Dinner and a Place to Stay

My personal assistant escorted Nancy into my office a moment or two after five o'clock. "Thank you, Ann. I think the day's about over, so why don't you take off?"

"Okay. See you Monday," Ann replied, smiling knowingly as she turned and left my office, closing the door behind her.

I had risen, and walked around the desk to greet Nancy. "Hello, my lady. Our reservation is for six-thirty, so we have a few minutes if you'd like to see the offices." I took her hand, bringing it to my lips for a brushing, dry kiss.

She smiled beautifully. Her perfectly aligned and sparkling white teeth peeked out from behind sensual lips. "My, aren't we the formal one?" she retorted.

"You're a lady, and you deserve the respect formality brings to the greeting."

"Smart-ass; you did that on purpose because you know I've never liked formal situations," smiling to soothe the harsh remark.

"Yes, I did. I was just testing the waters to see how much you might have changed over the years," I confessed. "What about the fifty-cent tour? Interested?"

"Sure. Let me see the view from your window first." She walked to the large, double-paned plate-glass window and peered out. "Isn't that the Georgia Tech campus there, just over the Interstate?"

Taking a place beside her, I replied "Yes. It helps me focus on where I've been and where I want to go. I'm inspired by it, ugly as it is."

"Oh, it's not ugly, David. I think it looks just like an engineering institution should. And where  do you want to go?"

I took her arm and guided her out of the office. "Let's talk about that over dinner, shall we? I'd like to show you what we have here, if you'd like."

"Lead the way, Mr. Vice President," she chided.

"Bitch," I muttered. "You haven't changed a bit," I smiled as I guided her along. 

She seemed interested, especially when we reached the CAD equipment and the large printers we use to print masters for blueprinting. When I hurried her through the few places I thought would bore her, she didn't seem to mind. When she slowed, so did I, allowing her to see whatever caught her interest. Then it was time to leave for our dinner engagement.

We walked hand in hand to the elevators and took one that was waiting with the door open. The cleaning crew had arrived on the floor and left it with the door locked open. I used my key to unlock it, and we descended to the parking garage. I pressed the button to send the elevator back to the sixteenth floor. 

Only a few cars remained in the underground parking area, and I led Nancy to my Porsche Boxster. It was parked just 40 feet from the elevator door, along the row of reserved spaces. 

As I opened the door to help her in she commented "What a nice car. This makes my Mercury look like it belongs in a junk yard."

"It gets me where I want to go," I replied.

"What is it? I think I've seen something like it, but I know absolutely nothing about cars."

"It's a Porsche. I bought it two years ago. It's a nice car for a bachelor. Here, let me help you in." 

I took her arm so she could seat herself. She sat with both legs outside the car, and then swung them into the car gracefully. She showed a bit of thigh as her skirt rode up. 

"Down, boy," I thought as I closed the door and went to the driver's side. 

I cranked up the Boxster and headed out of the garage to the Abbey. Luck was with me. I found a parking spot on the street just a few feet from the restaurant entrance. It was being vacated by a late model Lexus.

Robert Spano was entering the Abbey just as we reached the entrance. When he saw us he said, "Hi, Dave. How's it going?"

"Fine, Bob. You alone tonight?" I reached for his hand, as he did mine, and we both smiled as we greeted one another.

"Yeah. I have a concert rehearsal tonight, and just wanted to grab a bite first."

"Would you care to join us? Oh, may I present Ms. Nancy Worthington, an old friend of mine."

Spano took her hand and, bowing slightly, kissed her hand lightly. "A pleasure to meet you, Ms Worthington." Then turning to me, "Thanks, Dave, but I wouldn't want to intrude on your... uh, date tonight. But do come by the center sometime and we'll chat." With that he stepped aside to allow us to precede him into the restaurant.

The maitre d' escorted us to a table somewhat secluded, and held the chair for Nancy as she was seated. "It's very nice to see you tonight, Mr. Duncan. I'll have someone attend to you immediately."

"Thank you George," I replied, taking my seat.

"The man at the door? That was the Conductor of the Atlanta Symphony, wasn't it?" asked Nancy.

"Yes, it was."

"So you rub elbows with Atlanta's elite every day, do you?" she teased, placing her hand over mine on the table.

"Well, not every day," I smiled, placing my other hand over hers. "Just when we meet by accident at restaurant doorways."

"I'm really impressed. A beautiful new car, hobnobbing with celebrities, what else should I know about my old boyfriend?"

"I'm an open book, Sweets. Turn to any page and just start reading," I quipped. She blushed at my calling her 'Sweets,' the pet name I had used with her so many years ago.

Looking down at the table, avoiding eye contact, she said in a sultry voice, "You called me 'Sweets'. Does that mean I can call you 'Stud'?" That had been her nickname for me.

"Not in here. Please." It was my turn to blush.

Our conversation was interrupted by the arrival of the wine steward. "May I bring you something to drink?" he asked politely, handing me a wine list.

Looking over to my voluptuous escort, I inquired, "Do you have a preference?"

"I'm afraid my wine selection would be inadequate for this occasion. Whatever you choose will be wonderful, I'm sure."

Returning to the steward, I instructed, "Nothing comes to mind. Just bring us something old and expensive, but please wait until after we've ordered our meal."

"Very well, sir." The steward turned and left us alone again.

"Why did you do that, David? Are you trying to impress me?" she grinned.

"I want to make this an occasion you will remember, and I truly hope I will."

"Well, it's certainly starting that way. I'm finding that you have matured so very much from the young man I used to know. I'll have to be very careful tonight, or I may find myself seduced before the evening is over."




We Meet Again



"I certainly hope that will be the case," I returned her mock sarcasm with my own. She laughed in that pixie style of hers, batting her eyelashes provocatively.

We continued bantering playfully, and soon the waiter arrived. Nancy studied the menu for a moment or two, lowered it, and looked at me. "David Duncan, we can not eat here. A meal would cost me a week's salary."

"Fortunately, my dear, this dinner is on me, remember?"

"Alright," she pouted. "I guess I'll just have to allow myself to be seduced." 

"Good girl. See anything you like?"

"Oh, many, many things."

We ordered, and continued our casual conversation as we dined, including how I knew the conductor of the ASO and how I was able to get a reservation here on short notice; then the subject turned to our previous relationship. 

The attentive wine steward returned with an appropriate vintage wine, pouring just a sip for my approval before filling our wine flutes.

We had been an item when we were seniors in high school. I played a little football and she was on the cheerleader squad. We shared a few classes, and worked together on several lab experiments. That's where we got interested in each other. 

We studied for the projects together after school, and then started dating. I walked her home from school everyday, even during football season, because the cheerleader practice was during the same time frame.

The dating became a regular thing and we decided to 'go steady' as it was called in those days. We were exclusive, dating no other person. I bought an old clunker for transportation, a 1937 Hudson Terraplane coupe that some enthusiast had restored, and no longer wanted. 

That's when we started making out, petting while parked on a dark street. Well, it was mostly just smooching, because she never played with my cock, or even attempted to feel it. She'd had a strict upbringing and wasn't into sex, because THAT was for procreation, she said. 

But she relented after we dated for a few months and had both turned 18. I was able to feel her up, you know, play with her breasts and pussy. She wouldn't let me insert anything IN her pussy because she didn't want her future husband to think she had lost her cherry just because her hymen was broken.

But we felt we were growing closer together, and even talked about maybe getting married in the future. My hormones were raging after a session of making out, and I'd go home frustrated and masturbate to relieve myself. I never knew if she did or not, and she was reluctant to talk about things like masturbation, so I never raised the subject. I do remember that she did a lot of panting and mewing during our make-out sessions though, and I thought I was a macho guy, despite not getting any pussy.

There were rumors floating around the school about us. I never said anything to dispute them, and I don't think she did either. She was voted the most beautiful girl in the senior class, and (blush) I was voted the most handsome, so our full-page pictures faced each other in the yearbook. 

We danced a lot at the Senior Prom, and she wouldn't dance with anyone else, except once with the principal. I was elated that she shunned all the other invitations, some even coming from her teachers. She clung to me like she owned me, and after the prom we stayed out all night at private parties. We felt so grown up. And I felt so horny.

The summer after we graduated, while we were both waiting for college classes to begin in the fall, I couldn't stand it any more. I had to have a piece of ass. Nancy still lived with her parents, but I had an apartment of my own, paid for by my parents. I had given Nancy a key so she could let herself in whenever she wanted.

The key was the downfall of our relationship. That, and my horniness. Sally Wilson was a junior, a year behind me in school, and she was always hounding me for a date despite knowing that I was 'going steady.' Sally was something of a pest, and not really the brightest girl on the planet. That's why at 19 she was still a junior, I guessed. She must have flunked two years, anyway. But she was a looker, I'll say that for her.

One Friday night when Nancy was supposed to be on a short trip with her parents Sally came to my apartment door. I could tell she had been drinking. She said she wanted some company until she sobered up enough to go home. Being the softy that I was, I let her in. 

No sooner than she was inside with the door closed and locked, she started coming on to me. I thought "What the hell? What harm could it do if I screwed her? Nancy will never find out."

So I took her to my bedroom. She was all over me, pulling at my clothes and removing hers at the same time. When we were both naked, she coyly asked if I'd ever had a blowjob. Well, I was never going to admit that I hadn't. I don't know if her technique was good or not, having nothing to compare it to at the time, but it seemed wonderful. 

She got me off rather quickly I guess, and then we crawled onto the bed. At that point, instinct took over. She had her knees against her shoulders, and I was pounding her pussy for all I was worth. I never even heard Nancy come in. I had no idea she saw us until I heard the door slam as she ran out.

That ended my relationship with Nancy. I tried to talk to her, to explain that I was just horny and she wouldn't relieve me because she was 'saving herself' as she had said. Sally meant nothing to me. She was just a sexual outlet for that one time. Nancy wouldn't relent, and told me she never wanted to see me again. I was devastated, as any attempt to talk to her or see her was denied.

I moved to Atlanta a month later because I was going to attend Georgia Tech. Nancy had been accepted at Wesleyan College for Women at Macon. We didn't see each other again until that New Year's Eve party at Jacob Lansing's place in Savannah twelve years ago.

As we neared the end of our dinner I asked, "Where are you staying?"

"I have a room at the downtown Hyatt Regency."

"Is your car there now?"

"It is. I took a taxi to get to your office from the hotel."

"It's a bit early to call it an evening. Would you like to do anything in particular?" I was hoping she'd say 'Yeah, let's go to your place and make wild, passionate love.'

She didn't say that. Instead she asked, "Is there somewhere we could dance? A club, or even just a dance hall?"

I was a little let down, but tried not to show it. "I think we can find one. You want to dance, then?"

"I'd love to. I want to see if you've improved since the prom," she smirked. "Oh, I haven't told you yet. I checked with WXIA just before I left the hotel, and guess what? They hired me, and..."

I was really happy for her. "That's great, Nancy. Congratulations!"

"Thanks. And thanks for making this evening special for me. So far, at least."

"It has been my pleasure. Now let's go find a club. I don't go clubbing, but I'm sure we can find one we'll like." 

I signed the check and escorted the object of my growing affection to my car.

I called Ann, my office assistant, and asked her for a recommendation. She gave me a choice of her two favorite places, and I drove to the nearest of them.

We'd been drinking wine all through dinner, but we switched to champagne at the club to celebrate Nancy's new position. We were fortunate to be seated at a remote table, affording us a bit of privacy.

The club turned out to be a good one. The choice of music suited us both. The evening wore on and I got bolder. As we danced I slid my hand down to cup her ass cheek. She snuggled closer, pressing her breasts tightly against my chest. I recognized her perfume as Passion, and I could smell the slight fragrance even in her hair as her head nestled at my shoulder. 

It was a dreamy experience, even though my mood matched her perfume. My erection began to assert itself and I was sure Nancy could feel it pressing against her. Before we realized, it was two o'clock in the morning. I sensed that Nancy was getting tired, so I suggested we go to her hotel. I had something in mind that I'm sure would please her, but I waited until we were in the lobby.

"Do you have your room key?" I asked. 

"Yes." She dug it from her purse and handed it to me.

I led her to the check-in counter and addressed the attendant. "I'd like you to move Ms. Worthington to the corporate suite of Ross and Faber, please." I showed my ID. "And if there is a charge on this room," I continued, handing him the key, "bill it to the suite account."

"Certainly, Mr. Duncan. I'll have a porter move Ms. Worthington's belongings to the suite."

Nancy broke in "What are you doing, David?"

"We have a suite here for customers and potential clients, and I'm moving you there. It will be more comfortable."

"You needn't do that. I am perfectly capable of paying my own way."

I smiled. "I'm sure you are. At least look at the suite."

"Well, alright," she acquiesced. 

We were only in the suite a moment before the knock on the door announcing the arrival of Nancy's belongings was heard. I let the porter in and directed him to one of the bedrooms. This was a very large penthouse suite normally billed at two thousand dollars a night. But because we leased it year in and year out, we received a sizable discount. It approximated a two-bedroom home, and the décor, as Nancy quipped, was exquisitely divine.

I went to the well-stocked bar and prepared us a nightcap. The porter departed as we took seats on one of the sofas and began an idle chatter, sipping from our drinks occasionally. It became apparent that Nancy was not going to be doing much more talking. She placed her drink on the side table, let her head fall back onto the sofa, and fell immediately asleep. Well, so much for seduction, I thought. 

I went to one of the bedrooms and pulled the covers back, preparing the bed. Then I returned to the living area and picked Nancy up as gently as I could and carried her to the bed. I removed her shoes, pulled the sheet over her, and left her to sleep. 

On the way out I left a note asking her to call me at my home number when she wakened. I added the number at the bottom of the note. She had it on the card I had given her earlier, but thought she might not remember that detail.

Chapter 3: A Day to Remember

My phone rang just as I was stepping from the shower. A quick glace at the clock on the countertop told me it was 10:30 in the morning. I rushed to the bedroom to take the call, expecting it to be Nancy. It was.

"Hi, it's Nancy. You asked me to call in the note you left. I woke up this morning in bed, but fully clothed. What happened last night?"

"You fell asleep on the sofa not long after we got to the suite, so I put you to bed."

"Thanks. Why did you ask me to call?"

"I wanted to invite you to spend the day with me if you have no other plans. Are you going back to Savannah today?"

"No, I don't plan to leave until after the weekend. What did you have in mind?"

"I was thinking of Six Flags or Stone Mountain. Making a day of it."

"Oh, that sounds exciting, but I don't think I'm up for Six Flags. How about the mountain?"

"Fine. What time can I pick you up?"

"Oh, you don't have to do that. I know where it is. I can meet you there."

"Independent today, are we?" I asked with a hint of mock sarcasm.

"No, I just don't want you to have to drive all the way into town to pick me up when I perfectly capable of..."

"Are you sure?"

"David!"

"Okay. What time can you be there? Noon? A little later?"

"Let's try for one o'clock, okay? I need a shower. Where at the park do you want to meet?"

"Let's meet at the Commons on the lake. We'll have lunch and then take the steamboat around the lake if you'd like. Give your name at the park entrance and they'll let you in without the fee. But pick up a map of the park."

"Okay, I'll see you at one. Don't run off if I'm a few minutes late."

"No danger of that, pretty lady. See you soon. I think casual dress would be appropriate at the park, but bring something to cover your head while we're on the lake."

She was a few minutes late, but I expected that. I was waiting at an outside table on the deck of the restaurant when she arrived. I stood as I watched the beauty approach. I was mesmerized by her appearance. She was dressed casually, alright. Hot pink shorts that were barely legal, displaying legs to die for, and a white halter-top that tied closed just below her breasts, leaving her midriff bare. She couldn't have been wearing a bra with that top. As she got closer I could see that her breasts were not quite as firm as I remembered from years ago, but nearly so. Her nipples were evident as they attempted to poke through the material of the top she was wearing. No pantyhose, either, I decided as I glanced downward to the modestly heeled sandals on her small feet. I quickly brought my eyes up to meet her gaze as she stepped up to me, stretching a bit to plant a quick chaste kiss on my cheek.

"You like?' she teased.

"Do rats like cheese?" I countered, smiling broadly. I took her shoulders in my hands and pulled her to me, bending slightly to kiss her squarely on the mouth. I held the kiss just a bit longer than prudent, and when I broke it off, she seemed a little excited.

"Oh, my! That was intense."

"Ready for lunch?" I asked.

"Please. I'm starving. I could eat a horse," she quipped.

I took her arm and escorted her inside and we were seated at a window overlooking the lake at the base of the granite protrusion that rises 700 feet into the air. There was a 5-mile path encircling the mountain of pure granite, and it passed just behind the restaurant. The golf course extended to the east beyond the restaurant, which doubled as a clubhouse for the golfers.

When we were seated and had ordered lunch, Nancy inquired, "Do you come here often? It's a lovely park."

"No, I don't. Maybe three or four times a year. But I should come more often. Maybe if I had you here, I would."

"My new TV show will broadcast from here, you know. So don't you think I'll be here?" she smiled.

"I know, but will I have you here?" I countered.

"Didn't you say you had a long-distance girlfriend, David?" she teased, coquettishly.

"Oh, did I say that? It would be rather easy to remedy, I think. She would probably like to end our relationship anyway, being all the way across the country as she is."

I could tell that she had removed the sandal from her foot as I felt her bare foot playing touch and go against the calf of my bare leg.

"That sounds like a plan to me," she said.

Was Nancy making a move on me, I mused? I wondered when our lunch had arrived as I realized that we both had finished it off. This woman... this pixie that I had lost years ago was mesmerizing me. Well, two can play this game, I thought.

"What sounds like a plan?"

"Breaking off the long-distance relationship. How good can that be?"

"Well, to be honest, not very good. But what's your interest in the matter?"

"Duh! I saw you first. A long time ago, remember?"

"Nancy, you're one hell of a woman, you know that? Are you interested in resuming a relationship that ended as ours did?"

"Like I said, that was a long time ago, and things are different now.

"I told you yesterday that I had forgiven that. Besides, you can't tell me that you're not interested in getting back together. I can see the gleam in your eyes when you look at me. You still care, don't you?"

I paused, taking the last bite of my sandwich before replying, "I'm that obvious?"

"Honey, I have always been able to read you like a book. I knew as soon as I saw you in Mary Mac's." She reached across the table placing her hand over mine as it rested near my tea glass.

"Well, so much for trying to hide emotion. Are you finished? Ready for a boat ride?"

"That would be nice. We can relax while the calories run rampart through my body. Yes, I'm finished," she smiled as she spoke.

I signaled the waiter, paid the check, and helped Nancy from her seat. We walked side by side from the restaurant, heading for the boat dock, a short distance down the path.

Nancy took my arm and placed it across her shoulders, and put her own around my waist. When we boarded the steamboat we found a bench at the bow, and we took it quickly because the boat was filling fast. I pulled my Braves cap from my waistband and put it on. "Did you bring anything to cover your head? Otherwise your brain will get fried out on the lake today."

"I have a scarf here somewhere," she answered, searching through her handbag. Finding it, she donned it, covering her silky auburn hair. "How's that?"

Slipping my arm around her shoulder, I remarked, "Looks beautiful. Hey, we're underway." The boat had pulled anchor and was heading out of the slip into the open water. My left hand rested on her left shoulder until she reached for it, pulling it farther over so it rested on her breast.

"Hug me," she said. It sounded like a command to me, so I pulled her closer, my hand firmly planted on her breast. With my other hand I tilted her face to receive a kiss. A small boy, who had been leaning over the bow looking at the boat's hull cutting through the water, chose that moment to turn around to find his mother. He stared at us for a second, and then broke into a run, shouting as he pointed at us, "Mom, those people are smooching!" When he reached his mother, she took his hand and led him away, whispering something in his ear. He turned and smiled at us as he was tugged away.

Nancy broke our kiss and began to giggle. "I feel like a teenager again. I'm so giddy."

Lightly caressing her breast through the fabric of her halter, I remarked, "You don't feel like a teenager." My grin exposed my mirth.

"Well, make me not feel like a teenager some more," she pleaded.

"I think we'd need a less public venue for that, Sweets."

"Oh, can we? Can we? Where?" She was still giggling.

We bantered the subject around as the boat made its way around the lake, and soon we were back at the dock. I was getting a little worked up and had to think of mundane things to keep my erection under control. No matter what, I was not too successful, feeling my half-erect penis pressing against the khaki shorts I wore.

"What do you want to do now?" I asked as we walked down the gangplank. "There's a small village-style shopping area, or the sky lift to the top of the mountain, or..."

"Or the hotel?" she smiled. "I'm looking for the less public venue you talked about earlier." 

I'm sure I turned red as a fire engine. "Well, they have one..."

"I know, I passed it soon after I entered the park. I want to get a room. Please?" She took my hand and squeezed it lightly, looking pleadingly into my eyes. I melted on the spot.

I helped her to her car, and then hopped in my Boxster, and she followed me in her Mercury to the Stone Mountain Inn. We walked in hand in hand and booked a room. This place was old fashioned, not at all like the Marriot center elsewhere in the park. The attendant handed me a real honest to goodness key for the room. I'm sure she noticed that we had no luggage, but she said nothing. The room was wonderful. The window had a clear view of the Civil War carving on the side of the mountain, depicting Robert E. Lee, Jefferson Davis, and Stonewall Jackson, all on horseback.

We stood at the window admiring the view, when Nancy said, "I need a shower. The sun was almost too much for me. I'll only be a few minutes. Don't go away, Stud."

When she disappeared into the bath, I sat and perused the literature about the park, and the mountain that I found on the table just inside the door. I called room service and ordered champagne, and it arrived within a couple of minutes. Nancy was still in the bath, and I heard a blow dryer pumping air out its nozzle.




We Meet Again



When Nancy returned from her shower, my eyes almost popped out of their sockets as I surveyed her exquisite naked body, unencumbered by even a towel. She had found a courtesy packet in the bathroom and had taken a comb from it.

As if I were not there, she took a seat on the vanity bench and began running the comb through to remove any tangles in her wet auburn hair. I was reminded of a young Sophia Loren as I admired the beauty of her naked form. I realized that even her facial features resembled those of Sophia. I'm sure she saw me approach from behind and I could see her reflected image in the vanity mirror break into a wide smile. I interrupted her combing as I reached over her shoulders taking a breast in each hand, and gently caressed them.

"Oh, that feels wonderful. Much better than when I do it myself. Don't stop."

"Hmmm," I replied as I moved my hands under the fleshy globes and lifted as if weighing them. Then I took each nipple between a thumb and forefinger and began rolling them. They became erect instantly. I continued with the foreplay for a few moments longer, eliciting moans of pleasure from her. She tilted her head back to rest on my torso, her eyes closed.

She reached back, finding the fabric of my shorts. "You're still clothed. I demand equal nudity," she teased.

"All in good time, dear lady. Would you care to recline?"

"After you kiss me," she said, rising from the bench. She turned and came into my open arms, offering her pouty lips. I lowered mine to hers and she immediately tried to insert her tongue into my mouth. I opened my lips slightly allowing the kiss to escalate. She raked her fingernails up and down my back as our tongues dueled for supremacy. As we continued the kiss I guided her to the bed and eased her onto it, and back, so that her head rested on a pillow. She lay there expectantly as I broke the kiss and began a journey down her body with my lips. First her ears, in turn, followed by descending to her neck, and on to each breast, dwelling there for some time teasing one and then the other for a while, suckling her nipples sensuously. 

Then I mounted the bed, on my knees between her legs. I continued my assault of kisses down from her breasts to her navel, and further until my lips reached a well-trimmed pubic mound. I noticed that it had been shaved to allow a bikini to hide the hair, and what remained was cut rather short. It was as auburn as the hair on her head, I mused. My tongue emerged as I moved lower, between her thighs taking up residence at the lips of her vulva. I began at the lowest place and moved upward, dancing my tongue over those soft folds, spreading them to gain access to the inner portion of her pussy. Her anticipation built as I continued my caressing of her pussy with my extended tongue, and I could feel her tense as I quickened my assault. My tongue found her clitoris and gently assaulted it with a swirling motion.

"Oh...oh...oh, my. Yes, like that," she repeated the mantra over and over, gaining intensity as her passion grew. Finally, she thrust her hips upward forcing her pussy hard against my tongue. "Oh, I'm going to cum! I'm cumming, I'm cumming. Oh!"

I continued my ministrations through her orgasm, and felt it building again. I persisted, bringing her to yet another orgasm, when she gently pushed my head away, allowing her hips to fall back to the bed.

"You darling man! That was wonderful. Nobody has ever done that for me in my entire life. I love it. I love YOU!" she was almost screaming.

I rolled over and lay beside her on my back, a hand now resting on her left breast. We were motionless for a moment or two before she spoke again, this time in a more subdued voice, "My turn, Stud." She raised herself to a sitting position.

"Now just lie still while I get these damn clothes off of you." She began unbuttoning my shirt, and I rose up enough to allow her to remove it and toss it on the floor. My shoes were already gone, so she removed my socks and they joined my shirt. My erection was rampart as she fought with the button and zipper of my shorts. My bulge was evident, and as she attempted to drag the shorts down my legs the erection impeded progress. Finally she forced them over the bulge and my cock sprung out, pointing at the ceiling. 

She gasped, Holy shit, Batman. What is that?" The question was rhetorical, so I didn't offer a reply.

"I'll never get that thing inside me. It's huge. I had no idea." She reached for it tentatively, wrapping her hand around as much of its breadth as she could with her small hand. "I can't even reach all the way around this monster. I've never seen anything like it. Is it real?" she questioned playfully.

She brought her other hand into play alongside the first, and began pumping my cock slowly, feeling the strength of it as it pulsed in reaction to her manipulations. Tenderly, she lowered her head and licked the head, circling the opening with her tongue. Then she attempted to take the head into her mouth and barely managed. She tried to take more and finally she lifted her head and said, "I'll be a miserable failure at this. My husband was not nearly so big, and I only did him a few times. Tell me what to do, please."

I broke my silence, "Just lick the shaft and cup my balls and get me wet with your saliva. Then pump it until I ask you to stop." So that's what she did. When I was ready, I gently moved her back into a prone position, on her back, and I moved between her legs aligning myself to enter her vagina. She shifted a bit to help the alignment and I eased forward until my cockhead was pressing at her opening. She used her hands to open her nether lips, exposing her channel.

"Please go slow, David. I want you so badly, but please be gentle."

"I will, darling," I whispered as I began entry. I slipped just the head in and waited until she adjusted to my size and then inserted an inch or two more, stopping again. Then a little more until almost five inches were embedded. I withdrew quickly until only the head was covered, and I began slowly moving in and out, never deeper than I had been. Her excitement was building and she began humping to meet my thrusts. I was resting my upper body on my elbows to avoid too much weight on her body. I had a breast in each hand caressing them as I thrust. Finally I felt that she was lubricated enough to take my whole length. She must have agreed.

"Deeper, please. I want it all. Give it to me, now." She thrust her hips upward to meet my downward motion, impaling my cock fully into her pussy. I stopped, allowing the walls of her pussy to adjust. I could feel her cervix pressing at my cockhead. Then slowly I backed out and plunged in again, picking up speed with each stroke until I reached the rhythm I had chosen. Nancy was writhing in ecstasy as I continued at a moderate pace. I could feel her climax building, building, building, as she uttered small moans of pleasure. She rose to her first inserted orgasm and I rode her through it, not stopping, but slowing a little, and as she came down I increased the pace, quickly bringing her to orgasm after orgasm as I repeated the rhythm. I intentionally kept my own climax in check waiting until she was fulfilled. Soon enough she was there.

"Enough. Enough.! I'm rabid! Oh, oh."

I increased my pace, quickly bringing us to a simultaneous orgasm as I filled her with my ejaculate. I let the tension in her body subside before withdrawing and rolling onto the bed beside the object of my returning love. We were both quiet for some time.

Nancy broke the silence, "Can we stay the night? I need more of you. I'm addicted."

"We can if you wish. It's getting about time for dinner. Should I order room service?"

"No, I'd rather have someone pamper me with table service. Can we do that?" 

"Of course we can. We'll do whatever pleases you."

"Wonderful. What a day this has been. I'm falling in love with you all over again."

"And I with you, darling. I think we should shower before we go out though."

"Yes. But let's just stay right here for a while first." She snuggled against me and laid her head on my chest, kissing my nipples from time to time.

Finally we showered and left for dinner, this time to Miss Katie's, the restaurant centered in Crossroads, the shopping village within the park. It was within walking distance so we sauntered our way there, holding hands intimately.

Having our fill of the delicious food served up at the restaurant, we took rocking chairs on the porch of the two-story boarding house style building. At dusk, we made our way back to the hotel, where we continued rapidly growing closer. 

We retired early, with champagne in hand, and repeated the lovemaking that had bound us together in euphoric pleasure. Then we cuddled under a light bedcover, trading intimacies in our quiet conversation. There was a final coupling before we both fell into a sleep with my penis still embedded in her moist pussy from behind, my left arm over her torso, resting my hand softly on her breast.

Chapter 11: Here Comes the Bride

We were a bit road weary when we got home, so we had a quick dinner and went to bed. The next morning we were both back at work. Nancy's morning show took off and became the leading attraction for morning TV watchers in the viewing area. They even added a gallery for a live audience.

After a few weeks her working hours were longer as she started doing two shows a day. One was live, the other recorded for use when we were away for our honeymoon. It was a tight schedule, but we figured it would be worth it. On top of that there were wedding invitations to get ready for mailing, the visit to the church in preparation for the ceremony, a wedding gown to buy, as well as rings, setting up gift registries, and all the other things needed to get the wedding underway. The most difficult part for Nancy was choosing bridesmaids. The maid of honor was not a hard choice. It was her best friend in college. She had so many close friends that she had to be careful not to disappoint any of them by not being chosen to participate, She ended up with eight of them, and others were included in helping with the reception. She had no siblings, so she chose daughters of two friends to act as flower girls, one as a ring bearer, and two to attend to the train of her dress. Some of it was socio-political, but it served to enlarge the wedding party beyond our original expectations.

I had to match her bridesmaids with ushers and a best man. Mine were easy. I had fewer close friends, it seems. My best man would be a guy who had attended high school with us, and I had continued to socialize with over the years. He was something of a clown but he was without a doubt the closest friend I had. He promised he'd behave during the ceremony, but made no such promise for the reception to follow. Luckily he had a young son about the same age as Nancy's ring bearer, so he got that job on my side of the event, and was proud to have it.

Despite the busy schedule we made time to spend time with each other, growing closer each day. The visit to the church came quickly, and Nancy had a thousand questions. It turned out that the church had a wedding coordinator on staff that was considered among the most proficient in the area, so Nancy allowed her to assist in the planning. It turned out to be a good decision.

The ring selection went well. I took Nancy to the jeweler who had sold me the engagement ring, and he had anticipated our need. He had a beautiful wedding ring that interlocked with the engagement ring. But when Nancy started looking at a selection of rings for the groom she wanted to go overboard. I stared her down with each choice until she finally realized that I wanted just a simple band of gold. She insisted, though, that it be white gold so it would match the color of her platinum set. I didn't object. I was smart enough to know when to quit bargaining.

Then there was the selection of wedding dress. I was banned from participation in that, and it didn't bother me at all. Nancy didn't want me to see the dress until she started down the aisle. She couldn't, and didn't want to, wear the dress she had worn in her first wedding. It was white, and she was a traditionalist. Besides, she didn't even have that dress anymore. It was burned when she was divorced. This dress had to be another color. And this was a more elaborate wedding, and the dress had to reflect that. I guessed it meant that the train had to be longer or something. Her mother came from Savannah to help, and the maid of honor was in on it, too. It only took two weeks of intensive searching to find the right one, and even that one had to be modified to meet Nancy's desires. Once her dress was selected, she gathered all the bridesmaids, flower girls, and the others who would proceed down the aisle before her and behind her, to select their dresses. Talk about chaos. If you looked that word up in the dictionary, I swear a photograph of that group would accompany it. But it eventually got done. The guys were easier by a long shot. Not much to finding a tux that fit.

The invitations were mailed, with an insert for the reception. There may have been two or three who sent regrets, meaning we'd have a house full at the ceremony and the reception.

As I recall, there was a short breather just before the wedding when there wasn't a lot to do. Nancy was on pins and needles the whole week worrying that something had been forgotten, or something would go wrong, or that I'd change my mind, or her dad would refuse to give her away a second time, or... the list goes on. Finally, there were rehearsals, and a rehearsal dinner for the participants.

Paul showed up at the rehearsal dinner with a beggar's cup in his hand, and made a joke of begging for alms to help pay the expenses of the wedding. The guy was loaded. He didn't need any help. He owned and operated a chain of service stations that covered a third of the state. The dinner was not a subdued affair. We had opted not to have a bachelor's party, or a hen party, if that's the right term for the ladies pre-wedding celebration. Of course there had been showers galore, so all the ladies were well satisfied that their friend was adequately recognized.

So the dinner party turned into a celebration, just the evening before the wedding. I was concerned that some of them might be sporting hangovers at the wedding the next afternoon. But when it started winding down everyone seemed to be okay. Except me. Nancy had told me during dinner that she would be spending the night at a girlfriend's house.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride on the wedding day before the ceremony, silly."

"That's an old wives tale, Nancy."

"Maybe so, but I'm not taking any chances. My first husband did see me earlier on the day we were married, and look what happened."

I relented. I knew I'd never win that argument. So when we got home, Nancy packed up what she'd need for the next day, and she was gone. The first night since she'd moved in that she wouldn't be sleeping with me. I really didn't sleep well. But adrenalin the next morning was running through my veins and I was very alert and active. And nervous. I paced the floor like an expectant father. I had eaten a hearty breakfast, and after a light lunch I began getting ready for the ceremony. I called my best man to make sure he had arranged for my 'getaway' car to be ready and waiting outside the church. I didn't want to drive the streets with tin cans trailing me and wise cracks soaped all over the car announcing that we were newlyweds. He assured me that all was in order, and I had nothing to worry about. He said he'd be by to pick me up to take me to the church.

Well, he did that right, anyway. When we got there I was escorted to the waiting room where the groom had to be sequestered until time for the big event. I noticed a lot of activity around the room where Nancy was being dressed, but I didn't catch a glimpse of her. Time seemed to drag, and drag, and drag. I remember hearing a soloist singing Until the Twelfth of Never, which was sung at my request and later Always, which had been Nancy's request, and a couple more that I don't recall. It seemed like I checked my watch a thousand times until I was prompted to take my place at the altar. The church was packed. I thought the pastor would be pleased to have that many people in attendance for every worship service. My parents were there, and Nancy's mother had been seated. It was time. The soft music ceased, and the organist began playing Pomp and Circumstance, and all eyes turned to watch the procession of the wedding party. Time was still dragging. It seemed like an hour before everyone was in place. Finally, I recognized the opening chords of Felix Mendelssohn's bridal chorusHere Comes the Bride, and I stood transfixed as I watched Paul escort my bride down the aisle. She was absolutely stunning. I had never seen her smile so bright. She seemed to be floating down the aisle, the flower girls before her coating the carpet with white rose pedals, and the two young train attendants holding the train behind her. My heart was in my throat. Nancy had her eyes glued to mine as she approached. And then they were there. The ceremony from then on was a blur to me, but with nudges from my best man at the appropriate times and prompts from the pastor got me through it.

When the pastor told me I could kiss the bride at the end, I lifted her veil and we kissed to a standing ovation. The organist rushed us by starting the recessional music, and we hurried up the aisle to escape the sometimes-crude antics of well-wishers. But we didn't escape. We were showered with birdseed as we descended the outside stairs to ground level, and I looked for the Lexus. Instead I found Nancy's old Mercury sitting at the curb, completely soaped up with "Just Married" and other graffiti, as well as a train of tin cans tied to the back bumper. So much for the clean getaway I had planned. We had to remove the train from Nancy's dress for her to even get in the car. Fortunately it was designed for removal.

We made it to the reception without a problem, but there was a lot of horn blowing from those who attended the wedding and followed us to the reception. And many from strangers along the way.

The reception was wonderful. We were exuberant, as were all of the guests. It was a festive affair, and there was the traditional cake cutting, the bride's bouquet toss, which I think was captured by the Maid of Honor, and the photographer was busy posing everyone. He even had an assistant with a video camera. There was an hour of ballroom dancing to music provided by the Druid Hills Golf Club. Three hours later Nancy and I retreated to a private room to change clothes, so we could depart for the honeymoon. When we left the building, the Mercury was gone and the Lexus was in its place. A group of guests 500 strong waved us goodbye as we drove away.

As we exited the parking lot, Nancy remarked, "I think I'm going to like being Mrs. Duncan." She smiled as she placed her hand on my crotch. "Hurry, Stud. I missed you last night, and I'm horny."

We had told everyone that our flight to the Bahamas was that night, but it wasn't actually until mid-morning the next day. So we checked in at the Hyatt Regency in the corporate suite for the night. And what a night it was.



We Meet Again



I pull my coat around my waist and shudder... the evening is mild, but my skin is still slick with sweat from our encounter in the doorway a block back. My ass is a little warm from banging up against the brick, and I know that there will be scratches in the morning, not that I care. I stuff my underwear into my purse and quicken my step to keep up with you. You grab my hand and squeeze as you glance back at me, and I shudder again. I'm glad you don't live far from the train. 

I run my hands along your back as you navigate the many locks on your front door. "You can never be too careful in this city," you say, and I hold back a laugh because I've never been so reckless in my life, no one knows where I am, I don't even have your name. You're in my phone as "Stranger." 

I get wetter.

You hold the door for me, a gentleman, and before I can put my bag down you're behind me with my breasts in your hands, your breath in my ear, your teeth on my neck, your erection against my back. This is all I've been thinking about, I've been in such a frenzy that I actually touched myself a little on the train on my way tonight. Your hands, your eyes, your lips, your cock. I peel off my shirt and you waste no time yanking down the front of my bra, spilling out my breasts. I'm catching my breath, leaning against a little table in your hall, knocking stuff on the floor as you attack my aching nipples with your lips. "mmm," we both say. My nipples are a direct line to my clit, my head is buzzing and I'm sex-drunk. I unhook my bra and then grope for you in this darkness, I want to see you, the lines of you, the way you look at me as if you could literally fuck me with your eyes. Your tongue is working magic on my nipples, already hard and firm and my areolas puckered and tingling, you swirl around and around and then bite, my back arches and I knock even more table junk to the floor. 

"I want to see you," I gasp. You grab my hand and I follow you into the other room, unzipping my skirt as I go. You pull up the shade in your room, and I'm naked and we are licked by moonlight, and I see you grin as you touch yourself through your pants. 

Why are you still wearing pants?

Your lips are delicious, I taste them as I unbuckle, unbutton, unzip you. Something on you smells clean and sandalwoody. My head under your chin, I carefully slide your boxer briefs and pants down and free your erection, and stroke your gorgeous cock and back to kissing as you kick off your shoes and socks. I can see you now, sexy eyes, your lips, that smile not fair that smile, the hair on your arms as it fades to your hands, how it swirls by your thumb, your huge strong hands that held me in the doorway earlier oh my god we fucked on the street, your arms, your chest, your cock. I move to take you in my mouth but you nearly tackle me, push me back onto the bed and pin me down, your chest hair gently scraping my nipples, and you run your hands down the front of me and push my legs apart, not quite gently.

Your fingers run all over my thighs, lightly, teasing, tracing the spot where my thigh meets my pussy. I grab for a pillow to bite but come up empty, and moan as quietly as I can. Your lips kiss from my belly button down to my mound, and even though you've been inside me once already tonight it's like you've never touched me before as you stroke, gently then insistently, and one finger slides inside me. It's enough to lift my ass entirely up off of the bed, I'm breathing so loud and the window is open, I hope you're on good terms with your neighbors.

You press on, one finger, thumb on my clit, then two fingers, tongue on my clit. My hands are in your hair as you flick lightly, lick lightly, and your fingers find my g spot and I'm getting louder and your tongue is firmer and your beard stubble scrapes my thighs as you turn your head and then a third finger is inside of me and I hope you're ready because I do not have the presence of mind to tell you I'm about to come all over your face. 

I'm a wreck, panting, groaning, you come up for air and kiss me, I can taste myself on your lips, smell myself all over you, the room is a cloud of sex and the moon is shining off of your beautiful ass. I want to say thank you but I don't. Instead I bite your ear and say "so...fucking...hot..." which seems to do, since you moan and grind against me. 

"Flip over," you say, meaning business. I'm in heat, my ass in the air, my back arched, and you plunge into me with no further small talk, in my cunt all the way, plunging, balls slapping, hands on my ass, I might be screaming but I can't even tell, I can feel you banging against my pulsing cervix, desperate, fiery, fucking. You're groaning, I tighten my muscles and you groan not louder but deeper, from a different place. My next orgasm rises from my knees through my pussy, out to my nipples and hands and making my hair tingle. Your pace quickens and I can tell it won't be long, and I can barely make words but I 

"want it in my mouth," I say. I do, badly. Quickly scrambling, quickly switching, you're plunging your cock into my mouth, at the back of my throat, your hands are clenching, oh my god you look so hot from here, and you make that noise and you spurt into my mouth, still thrusting, I taste both of us at once as I swallow gently, gently, so it doesn't run out of my mouth, you're gasping as the last waves hit you.

We fall back on the bed, and I nestle into your armpit and listen to your heart pound.



We Meet Again



We met online two strangers that went bump in the night. This is exactly what we did. I was in the mood for something, at the time I had no idea what. Little did I know who would be crossing my path. I had met a man some time ago. That meeting was very electric and left an impression on me that lasted quite awhile. He was passionate in ways that charged me with such sexual energy. 

Recently I was online looking for some passion or at least sex. I found an ad that had a picture of a penis that looked like it could provide quite a bit of pleasure. I wrote the poster a letter expressing my admiration and desires. I sent a picture of my face along with that letter. It may not have been the best idea but as I am not a runway model I wanted him to know what I looked like from the start. He replied with enthusiasm and interest. We corresponded and within a few emails decided we would meet. Again not the wisest decision but... 

When I arrived he was standing outside to meet me. I thought here comes the rejection. He greeted me with continued enthusiasm. I found him to be extremely alluring. I couldn't nor did I want to part form his company without experiencing him, as only a man can experience another man. I wanted him in me and didn't want to wait. We hugged briefly and as we pressed in close I could feel him hardening against my body. I knew then that he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

We couldn't get into the house quick enough for me. He led me into the house and into the living room. We sat close on his couch and began exploring each others body's with our hands. It wasn't long till I had his crotch in my hand. His cock responded, rapidly growing hard as I reached to undo his pants. I hauled his cock out through his fly and began stroking him. Shortly I had placed my head in his crotch for closer inspection. 

I breathed in his musky scent and was intoxicated by it. I began licking his cock like the proverbial lollipop. This only led me to soar to greater heights. It was then that I opened my mouth fully and took his head in. I swirled my tongue around the sensitive crown as I slowly applied suction. He moaned and thrust his cock upwards deeper in my mouth. I began a slow bobbing rhythm that soon had him writhing on the couch. He began fucking my mouth and throat with slow steady thrusts keeping the tempo that I had set. I would bury my face in his crotch then he would pull out till the tip of the head was all that was left in my mouth followed by another deep inward thrust. 

It was during this time that we realized we knew each other. Once we had the time and place narrowed down and recognized the other person we resumed where we left off.

His hands roamed my body creating miniature orgasms every where they touched. He began massaging my ass through my pants. I pulled away long enough to loosen up my belt and open the front of the pants. I resumed the blowjob while he massaged my half bare ass. Every time he reached under my waistband I would let out a low moan. If it felt this good having his hands there what would his cock feel like? I couldn't wait to find out. It turns out I didn't have long to wait. 

After running his fingers over my ass and teasing my hole, he decided it was time to give me what I came for. I got up pulled dropped trou and knelt on his couch ass ready and waiting for his cock to impale it. He took it slow and applied a steady pressure till my muscles relaxed and I felt his head pop through the ring. With one long slow motion he stuffed me full of his cock. He began a steady rhythm that had me delirious with pleasure. 

I began thrusting back to meet him. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed throughout the room as we rutted like animals. The harder he would pound my ass the harder I thrusted back to meet him. We were in sync and our bodies knew what they were doing. Thrust after thrust pounded shockwaves of pleasure through my body. 

I couldn't tell where his moans ended and mine began but I knew that his cock up my ass was the most important thing at the moment. As we drew closer and closer to orgasm our talk got dirtier. It was "Take my cock!" this and "Fuck me!" that and punctuating every word was the smack of our bodies. As he neared orgasm he picked up his rhythm and was soon pounding my ass like a rabid bunny. I could feel my own orgasm as the pressure built up from within. Within moments we were both cumming. He up my ass, me all over a towel laid on his couch. 

After taking time to come down from the euphoria we were in we cleaned up and got dressed. We exchanged numbers and decided we would meet again. He walked me out and as I was turning to leave he placed a deep passionate kiss on my lips.



We Meet Again!



It was lashing with rain outside. Sanjana, Karan, Vikas and Ajay were sitting in the room watching the closing scenes of a movie on the DVD. It was some Hollywood crime thriller. 

Vikas had returned to India after spending 6 long years in America on his pet research project. Lot had changed back home. He was meeting his long lost friends Karan and Ajay after that many years and also Karan's wife Sanjana. The very same Sanjana he had left behind all those years back. Sanjana was now married to his best friend Karan and was a mother of two.

They had met at Karan's farmhouse on outskirts of the city with an aim to catch up over the weekend, all those lost years. After initial awkwardness with Sanjana, Vikas was okay bonding with his old pals and Sanjana too had joined in their conversations ranging from sports to politics to films and their good old college years.

After a lump sum dinner cooked expertly by Sanjana, they were all sitting over a round of drinks watching the movie. There had been many scenes of torrid lovemaking between the would-be murderer and the wife of the hero. Illicit love, stolen moments, tearing off of clothes as soon as doors were closed. The friends had watched the move through all that, and not without awkwardness. Vikas and Sanjana because they knew that quite often that was how they behaved with each other in past. Karan because he could feel the arousal and need for his wife Sanjana. And Ajay was just shy from being present in a situation where there was one couple and an ex-lover and he could not come to terms with his arousal at all the hot scenes. 

The movie ended and Karan turned on the lights. "Ok, guys! Time to turn in," he announced. His eyes were bloodshot from the drinking and his steps were just about steady. He had his arm around his wife Sanjana and was ready to walk away with her. His intentions seemed very clear from the way he was nuzzling her. Vikas turned red and Ajay just looked away.

Sanjana pulled herself away. "Let me settle these guys in," she said. What she left unsaid was that she would be with Karan soon thereafter.

Her eyes met Vikas's and there was a burning passion and the complexity and contradictions in feelings and relationships were all too apparent; at least to the two of them. She escorted both the guys to the guest room. She made sure there was drink of water and everyone knew where the lights were. Ajay too had had quite a few drinks and was ready to hit the sack. As always, the person who did not drink much was Vikas.

There was an air of helpless resignation in Sanjana as she left Vikas and headed off to her husband's bedroom. She paused on her way at the children's room to see if they were asleep. Vikas felt his cheeks burn as he watched her walk away, his eyes on her sexy ass- an ass which he had kissed, caressed and stroked several times in past but which now belonged to her husband Karan. She was gone. Somehow, he wished she would stay away and invite him back down after Karan was asleep. This was what he had dreamt all these years in America.

But he suspected that inside her was a slut who loved Karan as much as she lusted Vikas. She wouldn't characterize it in those terms if you asked her. But Vikas could find no other way of characterizing her behavior. She seemed to want Vikas endlessly, and at the same time seemed to be endlessly patient in allowing her legal husband Karan to do what he wanted with her. It fell somewhere between a sense of duty and a need in her for that man too.

Sanjana entered the room and slid in to bed next to Karan. Karan turned towards her. His hand slid under the t-shirt which she normally wore to bed. His fingers ran up the skin of her torso and quickly claimed her breast. His lips opened up, wet and asking and he kissed her, perhaps a million times on her face. She held his shoulders and responded. Her lips kissing him right back and giving him all the caressing and fondling that he deserved as her husband. 

Slowly her hand wandered down his back and she gripped her ass through his shorts. Then the hand slipped in and she moved to the front. She held the cock in her fist. Small but hard. Slender but demanding in his lust at the moment. She quickly pulled the skin back and her thumb ran over the head. He shuddered helplessly. He pulled her up to a sitting position. She wouldn't relinquish her grip on his cock. She twisted it, turned, gripped it, jerked it back and forth but wouldn't let go as she sat up and as he sat up himself. 

He pulled her t-shirt over her head. She held the cock firmly and quickly used one hand to pull up his t-shirt to the extent she could. Karan now left her and quickly stripped off his top. Her hands now worked off his shorts and as she came into a kneeling position, he was able to pull down her track pants too. Now she was in bra and panties and his cock was in her hand, the rubbing and stroking vigorous and unabated.

His hands reached around to unhook her bra. It brought her close to him. His face was in her cleavage. He kissed and lipped her there. Then those soft, rosy mounds were free. She was now kneeling in front of him, holding him to her. Her hand had slowed down on his cock; she knew him to cum quickly and suddenly. That would leave her hopelessly in satiated though his fucking just about gave her the comfort of a cock in her cunt, no more.

Her panties were quickly peeled off and he pushed her back. She lay back, her legs apart. Her pussy was agape and wet. And part of the wetness was to do with her acute awareness that just a room or so away was Vikas, who was capable of making her stream by just looking at her in his lust laden manner. She could never forget those years she had spent in Vikas's bed as his lover. They were almost engaged at one point and then Vikas went away, ditched her.

Karan positioned himself between her legs. He thrust in and she locked her heels behind him and squeezed. Satisfaction! Fullness. Even though he was small and even though the regular and more frequent pounding from Vikas had made her used to a thicker girth, this was the wonder of the woman's body. Her flesh closed around the cock in her and stroked it.

She fucked him, her hips opening and closing and the lips of her cunt parting and closing with the flexing of muscles.

He fucked her but every time she flexed, he shuddered. She smiled to herself in the dark. He was as near as he usually was. Tonight he was drunk and while that should have helped him last a bit more, it was not to be so. She moved her hips more vigorously and he fucked back. Nothing unusual, nothing spectacular. Just him mounting her. And her responding in the way she had learned to fuck.

The big difference was that her spontaneous back-fucking made him shudder and lose control. He pulled out and his cum spat out on her tummy and thighs. He emptied and lay on her. He turned over and started to dress back into his night clothes. 

She just gathered her clothes in her hands and planned to make off to the kids room where she had moved her things so the friends could be accommodated in her room. She took a bet on dashing across the hall into the kid's room. It was the dead of night and she could see from under the door that no lights were on elsewhere. It was just her way of making sure that she reached the kids and comforted them before either of them got up and came across, bawling. She heard the gentle snore of the completely satiated Karan. She slid the bolt and as the door opened wide. There was a strong cool breeze and she could hear the sound of heavy raindrops beating against the ground. She got ready for the sprint.

No sooner had she taken the first step, when her wrist was caught in the grip of a large hand. The fear was instant, but equally quick was the reassurance as she realized who it was. It was Vikas. He didn't give her time to shut the door. He pulled her to him and held her close. He glanced to the side through the open door. Through there he could see the cupboard inside the bedroom. In the mirror of that cupboard they could both see the supine form of Karan, fast asleep.

Vikas turned around Sanjana so she was facing the sideboard. He was behind her. She was naked. Now they could directly see the mirror and in the reflection was Karan. She was unsure whether this was Vikas's way of keeping an eye on Karan, or whether his real intent was the churning excitement it caused in her stomach: of having her eyes on her husband while a cock was ravaging her.

Vikas put his hand on the back of her neck. She shuddered; maybe it was the chill of the breeze on her exposed body, or perhaps it was that touch? Then she felt the familiar warm but wet cockhead smearing her ass as it reared and bucked in its aroused state. She was unsure if he had undressed or whether that was the state in which he had lain in wait for her. Had he watched? Had he listened? Did he know she was fresh from fucking Karan?

His hand pushed her neck down, causing her to bend. The other hand on her hip held her in position so she was in no doubt on what position she was required to take: that of leaning forward.

His knee went between her legs and caused her to spread her legs. The clothes in her hands fell to the floor. Her juices started to run down her legs, except that she wasn't clear how much of it was what was pooled in her from his fucking. She held the sideboard and braced herself for what she knew was inevitable.

Vikas was in a vengeful mood and he held his cockhead at her pussy lips just long enough to lock in on the target. It was one hot, searing thrust as his flesh spread her just fucked and reddened cunt wider than Karan would ever. He drove in with a hard finishing thrust that caused her whole body to jerk and the entire sideboard set to shudder.

The contents of that cupboard rattled as he fucked her hard and ready. One hand was on the hips, the other on her shoulder to steady her and the cock pounding in and out steady and heavy. 

He fucked her hard. She was whimpering now. Her knees were trembling and her cunt was grabbing at his cock.

Her eyes were fixed on the sleeping image of Karan and her lips were between her teeth to prevent a squeal that might wake up her husband. His hand reaching under and grabbing the hanging breast put paid to that. The nipple was roughly twisted and pulled. "Was this nipple touched by him just a short while ago?" he wondered. Punish the nipple for giving her pleasure he thought vengefully as he milked and pulled at the nub of flesh.

She mewled and thrust back and her hand reached behind to clutch at his ass, urging him on into her. The squealing sound would have normally had him ask if he had hurt her. But not today, not after these many years. Today, he twisted the nipple and pulled at the breast as if he were milking the udder of a farm cow. He felt the lower part of her tummy ripple in a wave in response to the mauling of her tit. Her hand flew to her mouth as she stuffed her fist in to prevent any sounds escaping.

"Vikky!" she pleaded. "Let's go down to the TV room. The kids, my husband Karan, Ajay, too much at risk here. I will give you what you want and take you in any which way you please" she begged as she thrust back at his marauding cock. 

She twisted and rotated her hips hoping to trigger an orgasm in him. But she knew him long enough to know that nothing was going to come of it. Nevertheless she was duty bound to try taming this monstrous cock before her husband woke up and looked into the mirror, only to find his petite demure wife, fucking a friend in the hallway of his house. 

Vikas laughed cynically. He pulled out his cock and paused for an instant. He looked down and saw an angry red cockhead. She gasped loudly in protest and her hips thrust back in frantic search for the fulfilling pillar of flesh that helped her feel so full and complete.

His hand took hold of his cock and he re-entered her hard and quick. "You cannot take that vacuum, you slut! Admit it!" he hissed as he fucked her hard and furious. Each thrust ended with a big shove which translated to a clattering from the contents of the sideboard. Her fingers dug into the furniture to steady her body to the animal pounding.

"Take this, you bitch!" he muttered as he fucked her. The torch which was standing atop the sideboard fell and started to roll towards the edge. She wanted to stop it but that meant letting go of his buttock which she had pulled in towards her or letting go of the sideboard which meant she might fall.

Instead, she shoved back harder. When his cock was out she thrust back to take in the heated pillar of flesh into her womb.

The torch crashed to the floor, its glass lens breaking with a tinkle. She looked in panic at the sleeping form in the mirror. Karan stirred. His head lifted up and seemed to look towards the mirror.

Vikas in the meanwhile was pressed hard against her ass and now with both hands clutching her ass pulled back. He seethed as he felt the ravaged cunt lips pull at his cock. He shuddered. It was incredible. Through the haze of lust and confusion in his brain he too noticed the stirring form in the mirror. Sanjana was moaning, thrusting back, and frantically looking around to ensure no one was coming from any of the rooms. Not Ajay, not the kids and certainly the other man she had fucked just a few minutes before.

Karan seemed to be watching, his head was definitely up but it was impossible to be sure. 

"Awwwwwwwww Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk kkkk!" she groaned as his fingers reached down. He touched her clit. He touched his own cock as it slid in and out. He found her engorged sensitive spot and stroked it. "Okay, you bastard! Take! Take! Take! Take! Unhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhh! "She thrashed about.

Her cunt grabbed and gobbled at his pounding cock. She moved her hips in small circles. The entire cock was rotated around enhancing his pleasure even as the cunt lips ravaged the cockhead.

His self-control was ready to desert him. He threw his head back and thrust in hard and deep.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" she went as she felt the skin of his cock pull back fully and the cockhead swell to impossibly large proportions. She leaned forward and back, expertly and sliding her flesh all over the penis, massaging it over its entire surface.

He let go with a bellow. The spurt of semen was deep in her womb. She laughed in delight and a long groan followed as she enjoyed the warmth spreading through her. Her cunt throbbed and milked the spewing cock. 

They both shuddered. He jolted several times as his extra sensitive cockhead was pummeled by the twitching cunt. Each jolt made her gasp. She reached behind and dug her nails into his buttock holding him close.

He pressed himself deep into her and held himself there. He luxuriated in the wide expanse of skin contact between them. His thighs were on the back of her thighs, his stomach was on her ass, his chest was grazing her as he leaned forward on top of her and his hands were everywhere.

She wiggled her hips as all caution deserted her and she gave in fully to his and her pleasure. Nothing else mattered than him. That was how it was with him. Because her pleasure was all that matter to him. She was so completely taken and taken care of that she could completely take care of him and his needs.

They rocked back and forth as one, the movement causing his softening cock to ride her still pulsating cunt. Copious amounts of fluid flowed forth and now having filled her cavity, ran down her legs. 

She sighed in contentment. He raked her back with his nails causing thin red lines. As the sensations subsided, he dug his nails into her full buttocks. It was an act of desperation. He wished he hadn't cum; she would leave now, move on. But that was how the male orgasm was. And her ability to move on post-orgasm went back to that sense of her being sluttish in how she handled both the men in her life.

Sleep flooded his brain as the post-orgasmic relaxation spread through him. He leaned forward on her and she felt him sleeping. She stayed still. His weight on her was a part of the fullness. 

The responsible woman in her was now fully awake. She turned towards the mirror which she had turned away from in the height of her mad orgasm. She saw the head lower and the supine form resume its passive shape. Or had she imagined it? She also thought she heard a click of a door and she turned to look towards the door where Ajay was supposedly asleep and wondered if it was her imagination.

She wiggled her hips to shake awake Vikas. His flaccid penis had left her. She reached down and picked up her clothes. And she resumed her walk towards the children's room. She had not looked Vikas in his eyes. It was just a wild animal fuck in the possible know of everyone. Her body just knew it was Vikas. Her body could never forget all those years of wild fucking.

There was something mysterious in the all-round satisfaction in having taken care of her husband while she herself was fully taken care of by her Vikas, her Vikky. She curled to sleep and was soon lost to the world around.



We Meet Again



What was I thinking going to this reunion? High school wasn't a pleasant time in my life. Back then, I wasn't the most socially gifted guy and didn't have a large circle of friends. I wasn't bullied or teased; I was just ignored. My friends and I spent most of our time planning our successes in adulthood to make up for our shortcomings in high school. 

When I received the invitation, my first instinct was to file it with the rest of the junk mail straight in the trash, but I stopped. A brief but intense thought flashed through my mind. Maybe Holly would be there. Holly was my high school girlfriend. She was a tall girl with a toned, muscular body from her years as a competitive swimmer. Her auburn hair would hang down past her shoulders, framing her alabaster face and caressing her breasts. She was a popular, attractive girl with a bright smile and bubbly personality, but it was her deep green eyes that I loved. They were always filled with warmth and understanding. I was devastated when we went our separate ways for college. 

I put the invitation on the fridge and stared at it for months. Each day the reunion drew closer, that same thought popped into my mind and my heart raced a little, until finally the day came. I put on my new suit and jumped in the car. I drove into the parking lot of my old school, parked the car, shut the engine off, and took a deep breath. Holly was probably married to a great guy and had perfect children, I thought to myself. Looking in the rear view mirror, I was excited and terrified at the same time. As much as I didn't want to see many of these people, the possibility of seeing Holly again was too overwhelming. 

I got out of the car and walked into the auditorium. There was a large crowd of people mingling on the floor. My heart sank. I didn't see Holly anywhere. With a slight sigh, I walked up to the bar and ordered a beer. At the bar standing with his back to me was a well-dressed man in a dark suit talking to a woman in a short, blue cocktail dress. He leaned in and whispered something in her ear, which made her blush and giggle. His hand disappeared behind her, slid down her back and stopped quickly and firmly on her ass with a gentle squeeze. I could see her eyes filling with lust and she subtly licked her lips. Leaning in, she whispered something back to the man, shot me a quick wink and a smile, and walked away. I felt a slight bulge in my trousers. The man turned back to the bar with a smile on his face and I recognized him immediately.

"Hey, Steve. How are you?" I enquired.

"Jim? Hey! I'm good. It's been a long time."

"Yeah it has, and by the looks of your friend, I'd say you're doing better than good."

Steve laughed. "That's Melanie, my wife. She's a bit of a tease."

We caught up on our lives for a few minutes. Steve had gone to college and become a lawyer. He met Melanie at an office party and after a year of steamy sex in the office, they married. I told him I was still single and focusing my energy on my writing career.

"I thought you would have married Holly and had a couple of kids by now." said Steve. I sighed, "No, we broke up after Senior year. I haven't seen her since." I glanced around the Auditorium again and noticed more people had shown up. 

"You haven't seen her here, have you?"

"No, but I haven't really been looking. If I see her, I'll let you know."

"Thanks, that'd be great."

"I'll let Melanie know, too. She loves looking for women. It's kind of a turn on of hers... and mine." Steve smiled and walked away.

As he left, I started thinking about the last night I saw Holly. We drove to the park to be alone. It was a warm summer night, and we made passionate and intense love on the hood of my car. After we finished, we started talking about what the future would hold for us. She had been offered a swimming scholarship to a college in California, and I was planning on attending school closer to home. After a long talk with lots of tears, we decided it would be best for both of us to go our separate ways. Although I said I would agree, it broke my heart. 

"Hi, Jim. Still daydreaming, I see?"

I was so lost in my thoughts, I had not seen anyone approach me. I looked up and my heart leapt out of my chest. Standing before me was a tall woman wearing a simple v-neck black dress, showing her slender curves. Her matching high heels enhanced the muscular tone of her shapely calves. Wrapped around her neck was a string of pearls. She had shoulder-length dark hair, deep green eyes, and a wry smile. I tried to catch my breath long enough to say something.

"Holly?" was all I could muster.

"It's good to see you again, Jim. How are you?"

"Fine, I'm fine. You...you look stunning. You haven't aged a day"

She blushed slightly, "Thank you. You look just as I remember you."

The sound of her soothing voice echoed throughout me, filling me with warmth. Instantly, I was taken back to happier times many years ago, thinking of how we made each other feel, and a moment of lust washed over me. I regrouped and brought my attention back to this beautiful woman standing before me. Before I could open my mouth she asked, "Are you here with anyone?"

"No. You?"

"No," she said, quietly. "I was married briefly, but we divorced last year."

Her eyes wavered slightly and I could hear the pain in her voice, yet I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

"Thanks," was all she said. Her tone changed abruptly from remorseful to playful.

"So, how come such a handsome man is here alone?"

"I guess I just couldn't find the right woman."

"Maybe she hasn't shown herself to you yet."

"Yeah."

I looked around at all the people in the auditorium, it was nearly full now and I was getting warmer with each passing moment.

"Would you like to go for a walk? We can reminisce in the old hallways."

"Yeah, I'd like that."

She slid her arm through mine, and guided me towards the door. I could feel her touch radiate through my clothes and a swelling began to grow within me.

We strolled through the halls of the school, pointing out memories along the way. We turned down another hallway and stopped in front of room 218.

Holly turned to look at me and said, "Do you remember this room? This is where we first met." The energy was building for me; it felt like high school all over again with the nervous excitement.

"How could I forget? That was a special day."

"Mmm, it was special for me too."

As she looked back at the door her sinewy neckline was exposed. My eyes ran up and down her body, taking in every stitch of fabric of her dress and every detail of her figure. The subtle lines of her panties were visible high on her hips and I could make out the lace atop her bra. I couldn't take it anymore. Since the arrival of that reunion invitation, this woman had been at the front of my thoughts and the source of my dreams. Now that I knew she was available, I could not let her go again. She turned her face back towards me and our lips were almost touching. Without thinking I leaned in and kissed her firmly. She returned the kiss, opening her mouth slightly and inviting my tongue in. 

"I've wanted to do that all night." I said

"I'm glad you did. I've been thinking about you for months."

I was taken aback, but before I could respond she opened the door to room 218 and pulled me inside. There were several school desks in the classroom and a large teacher's desk at the front of the room. Leading me by the hand she pulled me to the big desk, spun me around, and pushed me against the desk. She leaned in towards me and I could feel our bodies touch as she kissed me. My hands caressed her cheeks and slowly found their way along the sides of her dress, and began firmly squeezing her ass. She gave a slight moan as my hands explored her body. Holly began grinding her body into my pelvis and my cock sprung to life. As if taking the cue, she unbuttoned my trousers and they fell to my ankles. Holly knelt down, tugging at my boxers, barely containing my throbbing cock. Once exposed, she took me in her mouth, slowly at first, exploring my erection with her tongue. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. I couldn't believe this was happening. For months, I dreamed of us together, hoping that there might still be a chance for us. Now that dream was coming true and I could hardly believe it. 

Holly began to work her magic with more aggression. Her hands were exploring my body, running up and down my chest as she tenderly sucked my cock. She stopped and looked up into my eyes.

"I'm so glad we met again. I've missed this."

"Me too," I stammered, pulling her up to kiss her again.

I maneuvered her up onto the desk, slid my hands up her dress and slowly pulled her panties down over her shoes. Pulling her closer, I kissed her legs as she willingly parted them and showed me her pussy. I could see a glimmer of moistness and she suggestively ran her fingers over her lips. 

"Make love to me the way you used to, Jim. I want to experience that feeling again."

Upon her command, I guided my throbbing cock into her waiting pussy. Holly moaned deeply as I slowly worked my way into her. Our bodies began to move in a slow and steady rhythm. My God, this felt right. Holly pushed her pelvis back against mine with every thrust. I closed my eyes and savored a feeling I hadn't felt in a long time.

"Look at me, Jim. I want to see you."

Holly was looking up at me with a smile on her face. "Oh, you feel so good, Jim!" I began to pick up the pace with shorter and harder thrusts, each time Holly let out a soft grunt. Beads of sweat were glistening on both of us. She had me aroused in every sense. Hearing her soft noises of pleasure and watching her body react to my cock were almost too much to handle. 

"Holly, oh God, you're gonna make me explode."

She grabbed the back of my neck, pulled herself up to my ear and whispered, "Do it; I want to feel you explode in me."

That was all I needed. I erupted deep inside her, filling her with the most intense orgasm I'd ever had. Every lustful thought and feeling I had about Holly came pouring out through my erection, and I think she knew it. She gasped and moaned, grabbing me tightly as her own orgasm soon followed. When it was over, I fell forward onto her chest. Exhausted, we laid with each other for what seemed like hours. Finally we broke our embrace and quietly dressed, subtly glancing at each other with sheepish smiles.

"I think I should use the bathroom."

"Yeah, I think I should too."

We made our way to the bathrooms and as I turned to enter the men's room, Holly tugged on my arm, pulled me close, grabbed my neck and kissed me passionately. I returned the favor.

"Wait for me here." I nodded and she disappeared into the ladies' room.

I entered the men's room and washed my hands. I was so caught up in my thoughts of Holly, I barely noticed the voices coming from one of the bathroom stalls. One was a muffled female voice, the other I recognized right away. 

"Yeah, Honey....oh baby, I'm gonna cum!"

"Mmmm....Mmmmm"

After a moment of silence, the toilet in the middle stall flushed and the door swung open. Melanie walked out to the sink and looked at herself in the mirror, fixing her hair. She wiped her lips with a single finger and thumb, turned to me, winked and walked out of the bathroom. I turned back to the stall to see Steve come out, doing up his zipper.

"Hey Jim, Mel and I haven't seen Holly yet, but truthfully we haven't looked that hard."

"That's ok; Holly found me."

Steve washed his hands and turned towards me. "Great! Maybe you two can get reacquainted then, huh? See you later." 

As he left the men's room, I chuckled to myself and exited the bathroom to wait for Holly.

The End



We Meet Again



I knew when I first met him he was someone who was going to bring a certain spiciness if you shall say to my life. Someone that even if time pulled us apart that one day we would reunite. It was inevitable some would say. Before I get any further let's start back from the beginning. 

It all started I think back in 2012-2013. Forgive me if I get the years wrong. My mind is a bit fuzzy after all. That's what being 36 does to you *chuckles*. Anyways when I first met him it was magical. Every single pm was filled with sexual innuendo. Of how much I want you and how much I want to fuck you. Days and months went by of this. I got to the point of looking forward to each new pm. The excitement that I felt building my belly and in my pussy was enough to start a fire.

I knew from his end he was feeling the same kind of fire. Every day he told me how hard his cock was and how sexy he thought i was. This held me for a while. Months turned into years. I found myself masturbating over him. Letting my hand play with my pussy using my fingers to rub my clit and occasionally finger myself I pictured him licking me..fucking me. 

See I always knew that when I would masturbate that he probably was too. And like another other girl it made me hotter than anything. I mean c'mon what girl doesn't like knowing she has a guy stroking his cock for her. It's so delicious. Anyways back to the story. 

Everything was smooth as silk. The pm's kept coming almost daily with occasional e-mail. I got to the point where honestly I looked forward to it. It was great. Then we hit a snag. Yep yep that always happens right. Damn those snags in life.

I won't tell you guys what happened cause well it's private. Let's just say I had a chip on my shoulder the size of Dallas. Very much holding my pride. And we all know that pride will choke you. Days...months..went by. I knew I missed him but I couldn't bring myself to say it. Not the best thing I know.

I kept to myself for a bit staying away from any adult websites. Can't be tempted if you don't go near the temptation. But just like it always does the sexual strike hit me. You know that feeling right. The one that creeps up on you convincing you that's it is okay to play and have dirty naughty. Anyways after trying my best to ignore that feeling I gave in. Hey I'm only human. After a couple of days I finally got up the courage to talk to him again. I'm the kind of person that believes in trying for second chances. It doesn't always work out but hey I do try.

With every ounce of courage I could muster I wrote him. I won't put what I said word for word. Let's just say that I said that I wasn't mad anymore and that I missed talking to him. Not talking to him was like facing a big gaping hole. As much as I tried to fill it in nothing worked. I then sent the pm thinking to myself 'okay if he responds great but if not i wouldn't blame him'. Well the day went by and nothing. I was like shit. Then the next morning when I checked I noticed that he had responded. Hallelujah! Now of course I got like happy. Like 'fuck yeah'. When I opened the pm I saw that he was happy to hear from me. And that wanted to fuck me again.

Now of course we all know what that means. Words for a girl's ears and pussy right. Well as the day went on we pmed back and forth exchanging hot chat and a couple of gifs pics. Then he had to go. Sad but I knew he'd be back tomorrow. Well now I sit here thinking of him wanting him so fucking badly. He's like an ocean away but god damn if i could get there I would fuck his sexy brains out. Who cares if he's got 20 years on me. So what. He makes me so hot. That's all I care about. Anyways that's the truth.

So below this line is where the fantasy starts. What I think would happen if we got together. So let's start shall we.

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In my fantasy I go there to see him. He knows I'm coming and he's prepared for me. All his wife knows is he's going out for the night and won't be back until quite late (4 or 5 in the morning). I know that's early morning but still. I could be his dinner and breakfast if you catch my drift.

As the plane lands I have directions to the place he wants to meet. It's not his home because she is still there. Instead it is his job which for this fantasy we will say is in a office. I grab a taxi and head to his office my panties wet with anticipation. I have only seen pictures of his cock and his face once. But it won't compare at all. As I watch the traffic I message him on lit saying how close I am and how I can't wait until I'm there.

Back in the office he is rock hard already. All day he has been stroking his cock. He has asked that he not be disturbed. The phone is off the hook. The blinds are drawn. All he knows is soon he will have his tongue and cock buried in the holes he's longed for for years. Looking at his tablet he sees I am close. Wonderful.

He wants to meet me at the door. Seeing he has a secret second door he has no trouble getting quickly topless. Taking his shirt he unbuttons it letting the cool air hit. He'd rather be taking off my clothes but that will happen very soon. He turns and looks at his desk. He can just picture talking me over it..having my legs wrapped around his waist as he dives in with his tongue. The thought makes his cock jump.

As I think of how good he is going to feel I hear the taxi driver let me know we are here. Reaching into my pocket I tip in then get it shutting the door behind me. The cool England air hits my face and I find I am transfixed by the sights around me. Oh my it's so beautiful. All the tall buildings and the lovely smells. I am so glad I came.

I then look up at the building. It's quite tall. I am nervous but more horny that anything else. With a quick step I walk up to the building and enter. I see a plaque on the wall. I go over and see his name. He's on the 5th floor. Mmmm that's perfect. I find myself thinking of being pressed up against the window as he fucks me. Oh yes I want that.

As I see the elevator I find my heart jumping. My this is so exciting. Walking over I push the up button and get in. As the door closes I push '5' and let my fantasies get the best of me as I go up to his floor. I think of him pining me up against the elevator wall as his hands slip inside my pants to my panties where he finds my pussy wet. He chuckles as he pulls them down just enough to slide his hand in all the way. I moan as I grab onto the wall as I feel his fingers start to fuck me. He takes my right hand and places it on his shoulder while leaning forwards his mouth right next to my ear.

"I want you to cum right here my dear. Right on my hand," he says.

With a hunger he finds my clit with his thumb and rubs not fast but steadily. My legs are weak and I am shaking. I bite my bottom lip as I try not to cry out. I look in his eyes as I dare not to close them. I see him looking right at me his mouth now so close to mine.

As I get ready to slide my hands down to my pussy I hear the elevator ding and the doors open. I am here. With a deep breath I walk out and to the left remembering what he told me.

He looks out his glass window and sees me. God I am more beautiful that he realized. All those pics did me no justice. Walking up to the door he opens it while reaching the door readjusting his cock. He then stands there watching me.

I look up and see him. This is really happening. With a quick step I am before him. My eyes search his.

"Hello lover," I say.

"Hello Steph," he says.

We stare at each other for a minute. The sexual tension is too much to bear. He must act. Leaning forwards he grabs me and kisses me pushing me up against the door. I gasp as I throw my arms around his back. I love that he is topless. It is so sexy. With a growl he takes his hand and slides it up underneath my shirt. He wants to get to my breasts so fucking badly. Too many thoughts of sucking and playing with them has gotten the better of him.

I am helpless. I can't resist him. I can hear people walking by and I fear that they will see us. But I don't care not really. I feel his hands find my bra as he practically rips the damn thing off. His breathing is now in my ear all hot and hungry.

"I want you. Here. Now," he says.

I moan at his words. They are the best thing I've heard all day. I take my hands and start stroking his back letting my nails dig in slightly. I hear him gasp as he starts nibbling on my neck. I feel my bra fall to the floor as his hands start massaging my breasts.

Oh yes it feels so god damn good. We haven't even entered his office and already he has his hands on me. I try to pull back to look in his eyes but he won't let go of my neck. I need to look at him. I want to see the lust.

"Mmmm..oh baby..please let's go inside," I whisper.

My hands are scratching his back now. I can't help it. He has went from nibbling on my neck to sucking on my ear. Oh god how does he know my weakness?

"Yes I want to be inside. Deep inside," he whispers in my ear.

I shudder. The though of him buried deep inside my pussy makes me leak juices into my panties. I want him deep inside me so bad. But first I want to not be disturbed. Pulling back as much as I can I face his shoulders. Oh they are so strong. I feel his arms move down and grab around my waist now. He is trying to pull me up onto him. Whoa..whoa..hold on a minute. We've barely kissed and now he's trying to fuck me right there.

"Baby..baby..please. Your office. Desk," I moan.

He finally realizes what I mean. Moving one of his hands he reaches over and opens the door. As much as he doesn't want to let go he has too. At least for now. Moving his mouth and hands he grabs mine looking into my eyes.

"I can't wait to taste you," he says.

I shudder again.

"God you are so fucking sexy when you shudder," he says.

I feel my legs moving as he takes me by the hand into the office. I look around. It is quite nice. Wooden furniture with a light shade of blue on the walls. Very nicely furnished. I feel him let go of my hands as I start to walk around the room. I see a chair..which I notice is in a reclining position. Suddenly I picture us fucking in it. Oh boy I am in deep.

He watches me walking around. He studies my ass and my curves. God he is so hard right now. Reaching down he readjusts himself moaning at his own touch. He wants me so very badly. He can tell i am impressed with his office. He's glad. But all he cares about is getting inside me.

Remembering my bra outside he quickly walks over and grabs it putting it on the door handle. Everyone knows that's the signal that he doesn't want to be disturbed for sure. He then turns and walks towards me. Taking his hands he slides them around my waist pulling me close to him.

I feel him behind me. My breathing is coming in gasps. He is so hard and so manly. I reach behind him and touch his ass feeling him flex. I grab and hear a moan. I then start grinding up against him helpless to stop myself.

He likes this. Taking his hands he moves them up and grabs the hem of my shirt. He wants me topless too. With a quick movement he takes my shirt and pulls it up over my head. He knows i won't resist him. He then grabs my waist and turns me facing him as his eyes face downwards.

My nipples are hard from excitement. I look into his eyes and then let mine travel downwards between us. The contrast is so beautiful. He sees me looking at him and he smiles.

"So you like what you see huh? So do I," he says.

I then focus on his neck. There's something I like to do. I know he'll like it. Leaning forwards I start nibbling on his neck as I feel his hands going up to play with my breasts. I start moaning against his neck as I feel his fingers playing my hard nipples. I hear his moans as I keep nibbling. I then take my teeth and I bite down slowly tracing my way up to his ear. I know he will marks from me and I enjoy that thought.

The feeling of my teeth on his neck. Using his body weight he starts pushing us backwards into his office chair. He wants to devour me but I don't want to rush it. I nibble on his neck a bit more. I then pull back letting his hands stay on me.

"Don't want to rush this baby. We have all day you know," I say.

He looks at me. My breasts feel so good in his hands but he knows I'm right. He stops pushing and looks at me.

"Okay you're right lover. I just want you so bad," he says.

I take my hand and move it up to his mouth tracing his lips. I watch as his reaction changes from aroused to suprised. He wasn't expecting this.

"I want you too," I say.

He finds it's so hard to hold back. The damn of lust is about to burst. Feeling my finger on his lips he instinvictely licks it like a ice cream cone using his tongue to go up and down. He wishes it was my clit he was licking like that but he knew he'd get to my pussy sooner than later.

Feeling his mouth on my finger I moan. It feels so good. I don't know how I plan on holding this off for long. He just smells so good. I turn and start looking around the room. I see the window. The blinds are closed but I can try to draw this out by asking him some questions.

Taking my hand I pull it away as I walk away from his sexiness. I see his desk and know soon I will be bent over it. The thought excites me. I then walk over to the window opening the blinds just a bit to look outside. The reality that I am topless doesn't bother me much. 

He watches me. God damn I look so good in that window. All he wants to do is press me up against it. He wants to pounce like an animal but he finds he enjoys this bit of tease some would say. If he has to wait to touch me then he makes his hunger grow. Walking over he grabs his chair and brings it up to his desk. He then sits down and turns facing me.

I turn and see him sitting there. He looks too good to resist. I stare at him as I reach over grabbing some papers on his desk. Hmm maybe he likes role play. I could be the naughty secretary and he could be the resistant boss trying to deny me.

Straightening my glasses (hey sometimes they are crooked okay) I take the papers and start acting like I'm getting them ready.

"I have those files ready for you sir. I know you wanted them ready by noon today," I say.

He smiles as he realizes what I am doing. He's all for role play. He wants to play.

"Yes that's very good. I did ask for them. Please put them on the desk here," he says.

Keeping the files next to my breasts I see where his hand is. Oh fuck it's right next to his cock. This is going to be so fun. I slowly walk over to his desk and 'accidentally' drop the papers on the floor next to his feet. I then get down on my knees and start picking them up. He gets into the role very easily. With a stern look on his face he stares at me.

"What are you doing!?! I told you here on the desk!" he says.

I look up at him and can see his cock threatening to push through his pants. Yes this really is fun. Grabbing the papers I get up and place them on the desk noticing that now I am face to face with his pants. I itch to undo them and pull his cock out.

He sees I am keeping up with the role play very well. He is pleased. I find that my hands have a mind of their own. I start reaching for his pants and before I know it I have unbuttoned them. Now if I could just get to the zipper.

He looks down and noticed my handiwork. He figures this role play is about me seducing him (or trying to) and him trying to refuse. How the hell he was going to play that part he didn't know.

"What are you doing miss? I am your boss. And married at that!" he says.

Yes he knows what I am doing. Taking my hands I start to unzip his pants finding he isn't stopping me. I long to wrap my mouth around his cock so badly. He wants to let me continue but that would be too easy and not part of the role play. Reaching down he grabs my hand and stops me.

"Please you must stop. I know you are overly sexed but I am in charge of you. This musn't go any further," he says.

I stay on my knees and look up at him. He looks and sounds so dominating. I love it. Moving my hands upwards I touch his chest as I get in between his legs..my breasts now touching his abdomen.

"But I want you so much sir. I can't help it," I say.

He feels my hands and it's hard for him to resist. He must touch me. Reaching down he grabs my ass through my jeans bringing me up further to where I am looking in his eyes.

"Okay young lady you musn't tell anybody. If anyone finds out they will be very hurt. Understand?" he says.

"Yes sir," I say.

Taking his hand he digs into my ass more. This is good but he needs more contact. Using his other hand he reaches around and undoes my jeans. I look into his eyes as I feel him unbuttoning then unzipping me causing my breathing to speed up.

"I want you to stand up now and bring your hips to my face level. We are not role playing now. I need and want you to much to continue this game," he says.

I feel his hand move and I watch him move back as I slowly stand up. His eyes watch me as I get in position and stand in front of his face. I know what he wants.

He doesn't say anything. He just grabs my pants and pulls them down to my knees. I wonder why only my knees and not the whole way but I'm about to find out. Having my jeans to my knees he grabs my panties and pulls them to the side. The smell of my arousal fills his nostrils. Now he will feast but just a little nibble he will take. 

"Hold your panties in place!" he demands.

I comply. Reaching down I grab my panties in my hand and hold them. I look down at him and watch his eyes change back to lust. With a growl he takes his hand and traces my pussy lips very lightly. He loves how wet I am already and how puffy my lips are. Leaning forward he starts kissing each lip giving only butterfly kisses up and down.

I feel my knees weaken. This is so wonderful. His mouth feels so good. And I just love how he looks. So rugged. He makes me want to call him Daddy. More kisses he plants on my lips letting his hand trace downwards to my opening. Using his index he lightly plays by sticking only the tip in then pulling out. He hears my gasps. Now he wants to do more than kissing.

Grabbing my panties out of my hand he pulls them down to where my jeans are. He then spreads my legs and helps maneuver me to where I am partially straddling his face. I close my eyes and grab onto his head. I know what he wants to do. He feels my hands. Yes it's good that I am holding on. Taking his tongue he slowly licks up and down my slit feeling it open. He then straightens his tongue and slides it deep inside swirling it around. He tastes my juices and wants more. Using his hands he reaches around grabbing my ass pulling me in.

"Oh baby, "I moan.

Yes he loves me calling him baby. He feels his cock throb and wants to fuck me. But now he will feast like he hasn't eaten in years. But first he knows it will be better if I am lying down. He lets go off my ass and motions for me to lie down. He has no intentions of moving his mouth.

I look over and see his hand hitting the desk. I know what he wants. Reaching down I grab my clothes and try to pull them off. His other hand stops me. He wants to be the one that undresses me. Seems he must tell me.

As much as he doesn't want to move his mouth he must. Letting his tongue slide out slowly he stands up and grabs my face his fingers near my neck.

"You lie down. I'll strip you," he says.

I nod.

I move back and lay down on the desk letting my legs dangle off the edge. I want to please him.

He moves in front of me and leans forward kissing my pussy as he grabs my clothes. With a quick effort he pulls them off. He then takes my legs and cocks them over his shoulders. He looks up at me.

"Now I'm going to eat your sweet pussy. You are so wet and I need your taste. Just lay back and enjoy," he says.




We Meet Again



I know this is what he wants. For my body is his and not mine. My pussy is his and so are my tits. As well as his cock is mine. It's a shared agreement. I close my eyes as I feel his hand come up to my mouth.

"To give you something to suck on," he says.

I moan as I take his finger into my mouth. It smells and tastes like my pussy. I suck on like it's his cock using my tongue to swirl and suck. I am so horny for him.

He feels my sucking and it drives him crazy. He knows soon it will be his cock in my mouth. Looking at my pussy he inhales deeply. He then pulls my lips back with his nose and starts licking using his tongue to swirl my clit. He feels it swell and he loves it. I am in heaven now. Here I have my lover licking my pussy. Can it get any better? Yes him fucking me but okay this is fucking hot too.

I take another one of his fingers into my mouth and suck deeper on it. I keep swirling my tongue up and down his delicious skin enjoying this moment. The pleasure from his mouth is divine and I don't want him to stop. The sensation on his hand from my mouth feels like a vice. It's so warm and wet. He wants to see how much more I can take. Moving his hand he helps insert a third finger into my mouth. He then moves his mouth down and slides his tongue back into my secret hole. 

I feel a third finger. It then dawns on me why I am sucking on them. He is going to use them on me after I get them wet. The thought is orgasmic. I want to please him..and make him happy. I start sucking on his fingers more using my other hand to run through his hair. His thick wonderful hair which I have a feeling is good for pulling on when in the right situation.

He feels my hand in his hair. Yes he enjoys the way my hand feels. It makes him feel desired. Taking his free hand he runs it down my arms and over my breasts lightly tugging on the nipples making them become more erect. He then runs his hand down my stomach touching my skin causing goose bumps to appear.

I shudder and moan at his touch. It feels so good.He hears my moans and knowing that I am enjoying he continues his journey. Down his hand goes tracing my abdomen, then my inner thighs and finally coming to rest next to my pussy. He's ready to finger me now as I have become soaking wet from his hungry licking. Taking his hand he moves it from my mouth enjoying the 'pop' sound it makes.

Now that my mouth is open I freely start to moan loudly. I feel his hand near my pussy. I am excited.

He takes his wet hand and moves it down my body bringing it quickly to rest next to the other side of my pussy. He wants to enjoy the sight before him and wants to give me a treat because I have been so very good. Moving his tongue out he licks my pussy quickly. As he pulls back he sees my lips are all swollen. God it's so hot.

He then gets up and moves around to my side. He feels his cock straining against his pants and he aches to let it free. I watch as he walks up to me. My pussy is burning with desire and knowing he hasn't made me cum yet..that he wants to wait..is fucking wonderful.

As he reaches my face he takes his hand and strokes my cheek letting his fingers trace my jawbone. I let my eyes look directly in his. This is one of those moments. The kind of moment where your breathing stops and you are suspended in time. I start moving my cheek along his hand enjoying the feeling. I am transfixed by his presence. He looks back at me holding my gaze.

"Oh my little one. My wanton princess. I think you have earned this moment with me. I want you to close your eyes," he says.

I smile and close my eyes.

He leans down letting his lips brush against mine ever so softly. It's like a butterfly touch..so gentle..so wonderful. I respond by brushing my lips back against his. The electrifying feeling of his lips sends tons of shudders through me.

Feeling the response of my kiss he feels his resolve weaken. He's enjoying this but he wants more. Applying more pressure he kisses me more firmly letting his hands move into my hair. Keeping a firm hold he lets himself fall to his knees next to me.

I moan into his kiss. The heat is increasing inside my body. I need to touch his body. I know he's ready. Taking my hand I run it down his back and to his ass. I squeeze it as I increase our kiss. He feels my touch and he knows what I'm going to do. But first before I touch him he wants me to sit up so he can explore my body more. Taking his hands from my face he moves them down to my waist and breaks our kiss quickly.

"Sit up darling. I want to touch you more," he says.

I nod okay and keep my hands on him as I sit up.The feeling of his hands around my waist makes me feel so safe. I hear the desk creaking slightly underneath me and it makes me giggle slightly. He hears my giggle and he lets one of his own escape. 

Now that I am sitting up he gets up and steps in between my legs. I feel his cock gently press against my heated pussy. It makes me moan louder. I want to touch his cock so bad.

Keeping his hands on my waist he massages my skin as he presses his lips against mine once again. Outside I can hear people walking by and talking loudly. It must be time for everyone to go home. I like that we are going to be alone now.

I kiss him back with passion as my hands travel from his ass to in between us. I find his cock with my hand easily and let my fingers wrap around the head. I squeeze gently and hear him moan into my kiss. Yes he is so hard. I like that.

He feels my hand on his cock. Even though I am only squeezing the head the pleasure is mind blowing. He feels his head spin. He wants me to increase my touch but at the same time he doesn't want to rush it. He can't help but let a moan escape into my mouth.

I taste and feel his moan. I love that I am pleasuring him so. Taking my fingers I start applying more pressure to his cock. I love how big he is. Not to big to be painful but not small enough to where I can't feel it. Keeping two fingers on the head I take my free hand and start stroking his shaft slowly but firmly. I want to give him pleasure but not too much pleasure. He can't take it. Moving his mouth off mine he presses his face into my neck moaning into my skin. The pleasure is too intense and he can't focus. 

"Baby don't stop please," he moans.

I want to do nothing more than to pleasure him. But I need to do more than touch him. My mouth aches to taste him. I just need him to get into position.

"I want to suck you darling. Move up to me please," I say.

He's in no mood to disagree. Nibbling on my neck a bit more he moans "okay". Taking my hands I play with his cock a bit more enjoying the softness of the head and the hardness of the shaft. I then bring my hands up his chest and to his shoulders gently pushing him away just long enough.

He feels me move him. Moving his head he groans slightly as he stands up bringing his cock to my mouth. He then grabs onto the desk with one hand and my head with the other. I look at his cock. It is exquisite. Leaning forwards I extend my tongue and lick the head all the way around. I then place my hands on his ass as I open my mouth and take him in fully. The manliness of his cock fills one of my most hungriest holes. I tell myself this is just for play now and not to make him cum yet.

With gentle movements of my mouth I suck him my head moving back and forth. My tongue swirls and my moans match his. I wish I could see how I looked right now. With my mouth on his cock and his hand in my hair. Bet we look so good together.

Needing to focus on something he looks up and focuses on the window. He can see that the sun has gone down. Realizing now that we are truly alone he thinks of many other places he wants to have fun with me. He wants to take me in his office sure but he also wants to have me in his car and his home. Taking a quick look over at the clock he sees that it is 8 o'clock at night. He knows that his wife is not home tonight. She went out for the evening and he knows for sure she won't be back until the next day.

He thinks of where he wants to continue this next. He figures out that his home would be best. He can show me around and fuck me on their marital bed. The thought alone makes his cock jump in my mouth. But first he must get us out of here. Focusing back on me he knows he must pull me away just like he had to pull away from my pussy earlier. Finding his voice he starts to speak.

"Mmmm darling let's go home. I want to show you my home," he says.

I hear him and realize that that is a good..no..brillant idea. I've had enough fun sucking on his cock for now anyways. Anymore and he might cum. Taking my mouth I move it off his cock letting my hands follow suite. I then sit back and look at him. 

He looks back at me. Smiling he leans forward kissing me while at the same time taking my hand in his. Giving it a squeeze he helps me on my feet. He knows we can't go outside naked though. As accepting as England is it AIN'T that accepting. 

Together we walk around the room gathering our clothes and putting them back on. I decide to leave my bra there for a keepsake for him. After all he does deserve it. As soon as we are dressed he opens the door and leads me out his office into the nighttime.

As we walk to his car I squeeze his left hand. This feels so natural. I then let my right hand find it's away around his waist. I want for this moment to forget that he's married. Just want him to be all mine even for a little while. He notices my arm around him. He likes that. Taking his free hand he slips it around my shoulders pulling me closer. He sees his car straight ahead but he wants to have a quick bit of fun before we get in. 

Quickly together we walk to his car both of us enjoying the night throughly. The streets are somewhat empty and the stars are out lighting up the sky. I see where he is looking and realize that must be his car. The thought that I will be in his house soon is so exciting. We quickly reach his car. I go to turn and get in but he stops me.

"Wait. There's something I've always wanted to do," he says.

"Okay honey," I say.

Moving his hand off my shoulder he gently presses me up against the car. Without saying a word he leans forward and kisses me so passionately I almost lose my footing. But seeing he is right in front of me I know I am safe. I kiss him back my passion reigniting. I want him to take me in his car..hell I want him to take me on the street. Right now I don't care. I just want him to take me.

Our kissing gets hotter as the moment increases. We both are lost in each other. We both know this could go on all night if we let it. Our tongues slide in and out of each other's mouths both of us moaning.

He needs to fuck me so badly. It's now he realizes he can't wait anymore. He must get me home or else he'll fuck me right here. Pulling his lips off mine he takes a deep breath. As do I. We both then look in each other's eyes once again.

"I've always wanted to kiss you like that," he says.

"And I you," I say.

"Oh baby. Let's go home. NOW. I have worked up quite a appetite for you." he says.

"Baby," I say.

Before he can kiss me again he pulls back and opens the car door letting me get inside. Once I secure he shuts the door and runs over getting in on his side. Grabbing his key he turns on the engine and we take off..both of us excited about the next step ahead.

On the way home I can't keep my hands off him. I touch his legs and his shoulders hearing him groan. I know he is so senstive right now. But if you think he's has left me so unsatisifed no he hasn't. Keeping one hand on the steering wheel he lets his other hand run up and down my thigh getting close to my pussy.

This drive is so short but feels like forever. I want him too much to hold back. I ache to taste him again and ache to have him inside me. I look over at him watching him trying to focus. It's so sweet how he is having trouble. Not sweet like let's get into a accident but sweet like I'm having that kind of effect on him.

Before we both know it we are at his home. We are both glad. As we pull up into his driveway the reality that we are going to fuck here hits us both. As he puts the car into park and turns off the engine he turns and looks at me.

"Well here we are. Let's go inside," he says.

Smiling I nod okay as I get out of the car. He gets out too and runs around taking my hand once again. I allow myself to look up at his house and it's beautiful. And all ours at least for tonight.

He looks over and sees I am impressed. That is good. Pulling me closer we both walk towards the house. Wanting to be playful he lets go of my hand and reaches down spanking my ass causing me to giggle. He then slides his hand fowards and presses it up against my pussy.

Oh god fuck. The feeling is enough to make me want to cum right here. All he is doing is pressing and I am so senstive right now it's like he is licking me. I can hardly wait to cum on his tongue.

He notices my legs growing weak. The reality of how sensitive my pussy is right now excites him. Keeping his hand on my pussy he unlocks and opens the door quickly ushering us inside. He knows he has to get his mouth on me ASAP. Once we are inside he slams the door shut locking it. He then moves his hand forward and brings it up to his mouth licking his fingers. He moans as he tastes my juices.

"Mmmm you're ready baby. Let's go over here to my couch," he says.

I nod okay and let him lead me to the couch. I watch as he points for me to strip quickly and lay down. I know he is going to lick me so I obey happily. Off go my pants and panties which are soaked. I then lay back and spread my legs.

He groans as he falls to his knees before me. It's time to get me off..at least for the first time tonight. This will not be the only orgasm he gets from me. No he has plans on licking me until I am very sore and fucking me until I can't walk.

Grabbing my legs he cocks them up over his shoulders just like before. He then leans forward and spreads my lips as he starts to feast. Quickly he starts licking my clit as he slides three fingers into me. I cry out and grab onto the couch as I feel his fingers inside me. Yes this is what I've wanted. Reaching down I grab onto his head holding him there as I start riding his face. I know I won't last long. I feel my orgasm right on the brink of exploding.

Using his fingers he starts fingering my pussy hard slamming them in and out of me. The sounds of my juices splashing around his fingers echos off the wall. I think of how many times he has probably fucked her right here on this very couch. Where he is licking me now.

The thought sets my body on fire.

I then feel my orgasm cumming on. I start riding his face harder grabbing more handfullls of his hair. I don't know who is in control now. Me or him. And honestly I don't fucking care. As I crest I cry out his name as I keep a full hold of his head. He feels me cumming and he loves it. Harder he pumps his fingers and licks on my clit as he tastes me cumming on his tongue. He can feel my body convulse on his fingers.

My hips jump as I keep holding on. This is one of the biggest orgasms I have ever had ever. I look down at him watching his mouth move back and forth as he licks me. As my body convulses a bit more then relaxes I let go off his hand letting my hands fall to his back. I feel his muscles flex. I want to kiss him now. Using what strength I have I start pulling him up towards me.

He senses my urgency. Letting his fingers slide out of my pussy he licks my clit again and then gets up hovering his body over mine. I watch him as he hovers over me. I feel like prey right now and I love it. I lick my lips to let him know I want him to kiss me. He knows this. Falling down next to me he looks in my eyes one last time. He then kisses me his hands finding their way once again to my pussy. Taking his fingers he starts playing with my pussy remembering to be careful because he knows how sensitive I am.

I moan into our kiss lifting my hips to him and spreading my legs wider. I love having his fingers on me. I can taste my own pussy juice on his lips and it makes me want more. It makes me want to flip him over and ride his face until I cum again. I know my clit is sore but with him I know I'm good for some multiples.

But I think I'll save that for later. Now it's my turn to taste his cock and make him cum with my mouth. Kissing him a bit more I move my hands down to his pants. I feel to undo them but I quickly realize they already are undone. Hmm he never buttoned or zipped them up. That's so naughty.

Taking my hands I start pulling his pants down to his feet. I want him on the couch so I can suck him properly. I want to have him full in my mouth. He knows what I am trying to do. But he has other plans for me. His mouth feels empty already and he knows I want to suck him. He decides we must 69. He has to taste me again.

Pulling his mouth from mine he stands back as I sit up. This is the perfect position. I help take his pants off and then take his cock in my hand. I go to open my mouth but he stops me.

"No baby not here. My bedroom. Come on darling," he says.

"Okay honey," I say.

I give his cock a quick squeeze and watch his eyes close. I'm not sure if he is going to let me suck him or he's going to fuck me. Either way it's all good.

"Oh baby if you don't stop that I'm going to cum right here," he moans.

Oh he shouldn't have said that. With a defiance I start stroking his cock just enough to get a reaction. Oh fuck he realizes I mean business. I have no trouble making him cum RIGHT here. But no he must taste me again. With his body shaking he reaches down and grabs my hand stopping me.

"C'mon sweetheart. Follow me," he says.

I know he is serious. With a pouty look I bat my eyes as I let go of his cock. I then stand up and press myself up against him feeling the head of his cock rub against my outer pussy lips.

"Fuck," he moans.

He knows he better get me in there or he's going to fuck me right here. He's becoming weaker. Reaching down he grabs my hand and starts running to the bedroom. I laugh as he is practically dragging me to the room. I love how forceful he is. I dare not look around the house. All i can focus on is his sweet ass in front of me. Mmmm I want to bite him there. I want to bite him everywhere.He feels my eyes on his ass. He loves that I am checking him out. He sees the bedroom in front of us and he's so fucking glad the door is open.

"We're here!" he says.

I smile happily. 

We stop running and now are just walking into the room. I let go of his hand and start looking around. I really am impressed.

He sees me looking around but he doesn't care. He quickly goes over and shuts the door locking it. He then turns and lets his eyes gaze on my pussy mound. His mouth starts to water and his cock throbs painfully.

"Get on the bed darling," he says.

I smile as I go sit down on the bed feeling the sheets cool underneath my bare skin. I watch as he comes over and sits down. Taking his arms he wraps them around me as we kiss. I kiss him hard as I feel him pushing me down onto the bed. I open my legs as I feel him climb in between them. Oh yes he's finally going to fuck me. 

As he starts pressing himself against me the reality that he wants to eat my pussy again becomes a quick reminder. He knows he better move or else he'll be sliding inside me. Getting up off of me he flips over and lays on his back. His cock is standing straight up like a thick pole. He can hardly wait to have my mouth impaled on it.

"Come. Climb on top of me lover. I want to 69 with you," he says.

Mmmm I like that idea.

Sitting up I quickly get on my knees and bend over towards him. At this angle all I have to do is lower my mouth. I see his cock shining in front of me. I want it so much. He looks down and sees me staring at his cock. He figures this position is as good as any for getting to my pussy. All he has to do is have me swing my hips around to where my pussy is over his face. Taking his hands he gently touches my hips to let me know.




We Meet Again



I feel his touch. It feels very very good. I take my legs and gently swing them over to each side of his hunky body. I then slowly begin to lower my pussy onto his face. He looks up and sees my pussy coming towards him. The sight makes his mouth water. He wants to help guide me so he reaches up and grabs my hips pulling me down to him. He knows that just like before we have all the time in the world to be together. As much as that realization hits him he wonders if he can hold out that long.

I feel his hands on my hips guiding me to his mouth. I love how gentle his touch is. I want to return the favor so I let my hands run over his legs as I allow my mouth to slowly descend on his cock. My touch is feather light as I trace a line up from his knee to his thigh letting my nails slowly leave a trail.

He groans into my pussy as he feels my touch. It's maddening how something so simple could cause him so much pleasure. I am truly the only one that can make him feel like this.

I hear his groan and I enjoy the sound. As I let my hands travel more up and down his legs I quickly take his cock into my mouth applying light sucks on the head. I know he is as sensitive as I was a few minutes ago and that I need to take my time.

As he feels my mouth sucking on his cock he knows it's time to repay the favor. Moving his mouth up just a little bit he starts kissing my outer lips up and down applying loving care to my most sensitive area. He knows it will take more time for me to cum now so he decides to take it slow.

I moan against his cock as I feel his kisses. They are like electricity on my already soaking wet pussy. I then start sucking him just a little bit harder letting my hands come up to his balls where I start massaging them letting the full weight rest in my palms.

Oh now I really have gone and done it. It was one thing when I was just sucking on the head. But now that I am playing with his heavy cum filled balls uping the ante he knows he must return the favor somehow. Taking his hands he moves them down my hips letting his fingers now do the walking. Up and down he touches me as he slowly changes his kisses to licks and sucks on my pussy. Oh to have a camera to capture this moment. I wish I did.

As I feel his mouth working my pussy over I keep on massaging his balls letting my tongue slide down over his shaft and then back up. I then start alternating by using a sucking motion in between each lick. Jesus Christ! What am I trying to do? Drive him insane? He knows he won't be able to play nicely much more if I keep this up. 

I am being such a bad girl right now. To show me what he means he decides to spank me. Moving his hands back up my thighs and past my hips he gets ready. Making sure his hand is fully open he lets his fingers creep up onto my ass doing a little bit of grabbing and squeezing hearing me moan. Yes he wants to pleasure me before he gives me pain. I feel his hand on my ass. I know what's coming next and I am ready.

After allowing enough time to pass by (at least 5 minutes) he goes for it. Using a firm but steady pace he spanks my ass nice and hard. He then does it again and again making sure to never lose his grip on my pussy.

My body rocks with each swat on my ass. Yes I deserve this. Yes I am so bad for him because he makes me that way. No matter how hard I try to be good he just always seems to be able to bring the bad side out of me. Hehe I love it so much. I keep on sucking and licking his cock increasing my movements each time. I can tell he is getting close by the way his hips are thrusting up into my face. I want his cum so bad.

Okay that's it. No more mister nice guy. With a final swat on my ass he doesn't want to be good anymore. He knows that his orgasm is approaching and he is ready to fill my mouth with his load. The load that will surely make me choke and sputter around his cock. He loves that devious thought.

He knows he won't be satisifed unless I cum with him and he knows the only way that will happen is if he focuses on my clit. Keeping his hands firmly on my ass to hold me still he starts assulting my clit once again with his tongue using hard strong licks. He can feel my body start to shake.

Oh fuck I realize that I am already cumming again. Shit how does he does that to me? I decide to ride this one out and allow myself to just focus on his cock. With a hungry lust I start sucking on his cock more letting almost his full length into my mouth. If I'm gonna cum then he's gonna cum with me.

Yeah that's it. That's how he likes it. More and more he licks my clit feeling my orgasm approach. He starts bucking his hips faster as his own orgasm hits him like a freighttrain.

I moan loudly around his cock as I cum and am greeted with his cum shooting down my throat. I start swallowing it as fast as I can so grateful to be here with him. I know after this both of us are going to need some R&R. 

He feels me swallowing his cum and he loves that. At the same time he delights in the fact of tasting my juices once again. He knows he will never get my taste out of his mouth and he's perfectly fine with it.

We both keep sucking and enjoying each other's orgasms. I then feel a bit tired. After all we have been going at it for quite some time. I give his cock one last suck and let his cock fall out of my mouth. I then sit up on his face and yawn.

He feels me sitting up and he knows it's time to take a break. He doesn't really want to move but he knows he has too. Using a firm grip he helps lift me off his mouth and onto the bed.

I lay down stretching my legs out as I turn to him. This is the first time I've really have been able to look at him without the hunger of lust in my eyes.

He joins me by lying down on the bed. Taking his arm he extends it out for me to lay in. I see this and I smile sleepily as I crawl over and lay my head on his chest. I smell his cologne and feel his heartbeat. He leans down and kisses my head enjoying his moment. This is so nice having me in his arms.

"So tell me darling have you enjoyed yourself so far?" he asks.

"Yes I have. Very much so," I respond.

"That's good. The night is still not over though. I've yet to fuck you," he says.

"Yes I know honey. But can we take a break first?" I say.

He laughs.

"Of course we can. I didn't mean we'd fuck RIGHT now," he says.

I laugh back. How silly of me to say that.

"So what do you want to do? We could watch a movie or have something to eat. Are you hungry?" he asks.

Just then my stomach rumbles. Well I guess he has his answer.

"Haha I take that as a yes. Stay here and I'll fix us some food," he says.

I'm too tired to disagree. All I want to do is relax and enjoy.

"Okay. That sounds good," I respond.

He leans over and kisses me sweetly. He then slowly gets up off the bed taking his arm back. I watch him as he moves off the bed and walks out the room into the kitchen. Damn he's so sexy when he's naked.

Now that I am alone I decide to watch some TV. I sit up on the bed and see the remote on the nightstand. Reaching over I grab it and flip on the telly to see what there is. What suddenly appears on the screen makes my eyes go big.

Holy shit it's porn. Well well now I know what he watches when he's alone. I find I am intrigued by what is on the screen. It's a video of a woman getting her pussy fucked by a big hard cock. Damn seeing that is making me want to be fucked.

In the kitchen he starts making a platter of food putting out some crackers, some cheese, and some grapes for dessert. He smiles and whistles to himself. It's quite interesting this story of how he came to meet me. From starting out just exchanging all those pm's and stuff to now having me in his bed. It's all so fucking mind blowing. He's one lucky fucker.

Knowing he's left me alone long enough he grabs the food and walks back to the room. As he enters the door he hears the telly going. He then realizes that I must be watching the porn he bought yesterday. With an even wider smile he strides into the room.

As I hear his footsteps I try to turn off the TV but I know I'm already caught. With a smile I mute it and turn towards him. He puts down the food and walks over to me.

"So what have you been doing?" he asks.

"Watching the telly," I say.

"Ah I see. You like what's on the video," he says.

I gulp. I know I can't lie.

"Yes I do," I say.

He moves closer to me bringing his mouth closer to my ear.

"Well you know. I can fuck you just like that. In fact knowing you watched that video makes me want to," he says.

"Umm it does?" I ask.

Turning I catch his gaze. I see the hungry look.

"Yes," he whispers.

I groan with pleasure.

"But we are going to wait. I still want us to eat first. Then after a hour I will fuck your brains out," he says.

He watches my eyes glaze over. He's glad I approve. 

"So do you want to eat in bed or in the dining room?" he asks me.

I look around the bed. It would be too messy to eat here. The dining room would be much better.

"The dining room," I say.

"Okay. Dining room it is," he says.

He reaches over grabbing the food as he watches me get up off the bed. Together we walk out of the bedroom and into the dining room where we both sit down next to each other. He places the food on the table and turns me to smiling.

"Let's eat," he says.

I reach forward feeling

my breasts scrapping against the table as I grab some cheese and grapes. I think it would be so sexy for us to feed each other. He watches me grab some food and moans as my breasts touch his table. God it's so sexy eating naked. Reaching forward he grabs some food too.

Once we both have food we turn towards each other. I start leaning towards him bringing a grape to his mouth. I then watch as he does the same for me. Together we both start feasting on not only the food but each other.

I love how he eats. He's so focused on every bite nibbling and enjoying. As I eat I can't help but notice him staring at my mouth. I love it so much. The minutes go by and we eat in silence as our eyes dart up and down each other's bodies. We are both becoming hornier again. I find that I want him so much.



We Meet Again As Adults



Flying over the Atlantic to Heathrow from Boston, where I now live, I was startled when someone tapped me on the shoulder in mid-flight. 

"Hello, Mike," she said.

It was Jill, my teen sweetheart. We had not seen each other for almost forty years, and her smile had not changed. Why we broke up, and when, and how, was no longer relevant; but I had always regretted it, and had always guessed - correctly - so had she. She had eventually married a lawyer, and they had moved to France. 

"What are you doing on this flight?" I mumbled. 

"I was at a conference in the USA, and I'm going to stay in London for a few days before going home to France," she said.

"How long are you going to be in London?" 

"A week, on business,"

"We keep an apartment in London. Call me." she said quietly, and pressed a slip of paper into my hand. It had an address in Hampstead and a telephone number.

As students, we had once met and spent a wonderful night together. We were both virgins, and were still virgins the following morning. But we were both naked, and the memory of her body was still with me. She was a woman, and I was still a boy.

I reached London, and the following morning I called her. 

"I was hoping to hear from you," she murmured down the phone. "I'll make you dinner tonight. Be at the apartment at eight." 

It was a Friday, and I knew we would have the weekend to be together. 

For the rest of the day I could think of nothing else. I bought a bottle of wine, and, on an impulse, an expensive silk scarf, and at 8:05 I rang the doorbell on the apartment in a fashionable street in Hampstead. While showering, I had jerked off twice, hopefully ensuring some staying power later on...

Jill opened the door. She looked stunning, wearing a slinky black dress and a pearl choker. Her black hair was swept back, and there was a faint aroma of delicate perfume wafting around her. 

"It's been a long time," I said. 

"Too long," she replied.

I entered, and put the wine and the gift on a table just inside the door. I could see a candlelit table set for dinner in the background. We looked at each other for a second or two, and then were immediately in each other's arms, hugging and kissing - our tongues swirling around in each other's mouths. My hands stroked her back, down to her gorgeous bottom. She had always been quick to tell me what to do, and nothing had changed.

"Stop it, I like it", she whispered. 

I stroked her buttocks, and let a finger trail up and down her cleft. "Mmmmmm...," was the reaction, and one of my hands went up to caress her breasts. She reciprocated by stroking my cock through my pants. 

"Are we going to eat?" I asked. 

"Quickly!," she replied, and pushed me away with a grin. She had the most wonderful smile.

Dinner was light - a delicate starter, followed by some beautifully cooked fish and some berries and cream for dessert. In between small talk, we both had a couple of glasses of chilled white wine. We finished supper and I helped clear everything away and load the dishwasher. Looking at me, but not saying a word, she took my hand and led me back through the living room into the bedroom. Along the way, in an intensely erotic gesture, she stopped and kicked her shoes off. 

We turned and faced each other, and gently kissed. I reached behind her and started to unzip her dress. She giggled. As the zip reached the bottom of her back, she shrugged and the dress fell to the floor. She stepped out of it, leaving her in a black, lacy bra, matching panties and black stockings. 

"How do you want me in bed?" she whispered, undoing my shirt buttons. 

"Bra and panties would be good," I replied. 

She nodded, and sat down on the bed, where she slowly peeled off her black stockings. I watched, and as soon as she finished, she swung her legs under the duvet, and looked at me with one raised eyebrow. I stripped down to my boxers and got into the other side of the bed.

We kissed gently, and I felt her breasts and her rock-hard nipples through her bra. She went to unclip it, but I stopped her. 

"Uh -uh - me..." I instructed. 

"Just tell me what else turns you on - whatever you want, and I mean it," she grinned. "I think we have plenty of time."

I turned her over on her stomach, and began rubbing her back. She began moaning. After a minute or two, I unclipped her bra, and slid the straps off her shoulders. She raise herself a little, pulled out her bra, and dropped it on the bed. I started running my hands down her back to her bottom, and stroked her round, firm backside. I hooked my thumbs into the tops of her panties, and she quickly lifted herself up to allow me to slide them down her legs. She finished the job for me, but this time turned and presented me with her panties, which I realized quickly were moist and fragrant. I inhaled. But she was still on her stomach, and had slightly parted her legs. My hand went between her legs, lightly stroking the top of her inner thighs.

"You bastard," I heard her say, as she folded her arms on the pillow, rested her head comfortably, and opened her legs even wider.

My right hand fingers stroked her cunt lips, which were already wet. I stroked, putting fingers in and moving them around.. Then, simultaneously, I reached further under her to stroke her clit, and with my left hand started stroking her arse again. As I stroked and rubbed her clit, my fingers stroked up and down her arse cleft, and I found her anus. Her entire body clenched up and she went rigid. I continued to aggressively rub her clit, and probed her anus with a finger. Suddenly she went into a gasping, moaning paroxysmic orgasm, shaking all over, only relaxing and breathing normally again when she finished. 

And as she finished, she turned over. Her faced was flushed, and her eyes were half-closed. 

"My turn," she said. With two hands she quickly ripped off my boxers, and threw me on my back. My cock was, of course, erect by this time, and she looked at it. First, she lay on top of me, kissing and nibbling, while gently playing with my balls with one hand. She paid attention to my nipples, which I liked, and brushed my chest with her breasts. She still had great, pointed breasts with memorably pointed nipples. Slowly, she worked her way down my body, until she reached my cock. 

"I suppose you want me to suck you," she asked mock-innocently. 

"Hard, and i'm going to come in your mouth. And I want to touch you while you do it." 

So saying, I pulled her round so that she was now kneeling at my side. I began stroking her back, and she was playing with my cock and balls - stroking, and running her fingers under my scrotum and towards my own arsehole. My hands were stroking the gorgeous curves and valleys of her backside. She suddenly took my cock in her mouth and started sucking hard, at the same time lightly tickling my balls. Then I slid one hand under her arm, and started massaging and squeezing her breasts. It took only half a minute before I came with a series of grunts, and felt her mouth sucking even harder as she swallowed every drop of semen. As I came, I plunged my other hand into her arse, which she reacted to by clenching her cheeks together, keeping my hand exactly where it was.

Lovingly, and slowly, she sucked and licked me clean. We lay next to each other, grinning and lightly kissing, the tips of out tongues playing with each other.

"Good," Jill said, "Now the sex can begin."

*****