10 comments/ 111158 views/ 23 favorites Discovering Cindy Martin By: bluefox07 EDITED BY: Miriam Belle INSPIRATION BY: Simply_Cyn * I had moved out to the suburbs from the city, mostly to escape the hectic pace of the thriving metropolis. My doctor had said stress was taking a toll on me and that I should try and find new ways to relax. Simple activities that many of my associates enjoyed like tennis eluded me both in skill and interest. So I decided to move away from the thick, bumper to bumper traffic and loud white noise. While the neighborhood was a warm slice of suburbian pie, complete with meticulously maintained yards and litter free cul-de-sacs, I soon discovered the commute to my office was nearly as bad as living in the city. Through the summer I worried my purchase of the three bedroom house was a mistake that I would regret by Christmas. But when the leaves turned gold and began falling I knew I had made the right choice. The further into fall the year progressed, the more I felt at home. Living in the city had never allowed for the possibility of gardening, and to be honest I had never even considered the idea I might like it. But when I was charged with my own lawn and hedges I found myself enjoying the activity as much as I did going to the movies. There was something soothing in the yard work, a routine ease that didn't require a whole lot of thinking. The weekends became more than just a break from the deadlines and spreadsheets that ruled the weekdays. It became a soothing ritual that calmed my mind from a raging cauldron of stress to a placid pool of calm. To say that I had found an oasis in the middle of my own life would be an understatement. I suppose you might call the neighborhood and my newfound hobby a natural sedative with no side effects (save for a feeling of regret that preceded every return to the office on Monday). It was a moderately warm day in the middle of September when I met my neighbor Cindy Martin. My morning had consisted of raking leaves and making several large mounds around the perimeter of the house. Burning wasn't allowed in anywhere near my home, so I was faced with the unenviable task of scooping the dead foliage into several large black trash bags. My sinuses were a little clogged from the pollen I kicked up around me during the day's work. By about three o' clock that afternoon I had cleared my lawn of all the leaves and discovered I could hold three pounds of mucus in my sinuses without having my head explode. I stood there in my jeans and t-shirt, my boots coated with dust and face grimy with sweat. I was twenty-seven at the time, and I suppose you could say I had done well for myself for being so young. I had skipped having a social life to make it this far, and while I enjoyed the perks of owning my own house and having a decent car, I had fallen short in the area of female companionship. It wasn't that women hadn't been interested in me. I'm decent looking guy with a stocky muscular frame, blue eyes and a face that doesn't cry for a bell tower. My hair had been falling out steadily since I was nineteen, so in response to this travesty I had shaved my hair down to near baldness. Strangely enough, the look worked for me (though my friends at the office had nicknamed me "Mr. Clean"). I guess what I'm saying is I turned down a lot of dates to pursue my career, a decision I applauded when my paycheck came in and lamented when I got into bed alone at night. In retrospect, I think it was my growing realization that I lonelier than I had ever thought and the sudden breaks of clarity on Saturday's and Sunday's that opened my mind up to the idea of dating again. When Cindy showed up that day, her timing was impeccable and almost to the very beat of my own thoughts. I had been feeling the need to find someone, even if it was just a friendly ear to bend. All the success I had enjoyed, moderate as it was, came at a price. "Hello?" came a soft feminine voice. I jumped, almost letting my rake fall from gloved hand. I turned and saw a woman walking across the lawn towards me from next door. She had slipped through a break in the hedge that divided my yard from next door. The house next to me had been empty as far as I could tell ever since I moved in three months prior. A small gardening crew would come by and tend the property regularly, but otherwise it had been still and quiet. I noticed a large green suburban in the driveway as she walked over to me. "Hello," she said, a thick Texan accent lacing her words, and held her hand out, "My name is Cindy Martin." "Dennis Hassek," I smiled, fumbling to remove my gloves and shake her hand. "Just moved in?" she asked. "No," I replied, "I got here in June." "Welcome to the neighborhood," she released my hand. Cindy was beautiful to say the least. I guessed she was in her early to mid thirties from the quick once-over I gave her, trying my best to be as subtle as a sexually frustrated man can be. Her hair fell in golden red curls, hanging loosely about her shoulders and framing her delicate white skin nicely. The blue t-shirt and tan khaki shorts she wore displayed her utilitarian attitude but did nothing to hide the natural curves of her body. In a fleeting moment of arousal I let my eyes rest on her full breasts as she turned to look back at her house. "I just got back from my vacation," she motioned to her suburban, "Three months in the woods with just a truck, fishing pole and shotgun." I smiled, the conversation leaving my area expertise rapidly, "Never a dull moment, eh?" "Not with me anyway," she said, "You here with your family?" "No," I replied, "I'm not married." "Oh," she said and cocked a brow, "Well, maybe there's something to be said for being single?" "Sometimes," I agreed. "I was married," she said, "And believe me, you're not missing much." I could hear the slightest hint of bitterness in her voice as she talked about her own failed marriage. "You like it here?" she asked "Yeah," I nodded, again sneaking a glance at her tits, "I moved here from the city for a little peace and quiet." "You came to the right place," she said, "This is Tranquilville." "Just what the doctor ordered," I said. "Well, maybe we can get together for a drink or something? A proper welcome to the neighborhood?" "That would be nice," I nodded. It would be very nice. Come to think of it, with the exception of Cindy I hadn't really gotten to know any of my neighbors. Truth be told, I didn't really want to know of them beyond the perfunctory introductions and pleasantries. I didn't want to involve myself in the lives of the people around me. I couldn't manage my own life half the time. But Cindy Martin had managed to change all that. At least, she had changed it where she was concerned. "Well," Cindy turned, taking her leave of me and walking back across the yard, "I'll talk to you soon." "I'm looking forward to it." As the afternoon became evening, I found myself thinking more and more about my attractive neighbor. I suppose it wasn't very smart to have designs on the person living next door to you, let alone someone you just met. But I couldn't really help it. My sexual dry spell had been allowed to go on for far too long, and simply by virtue of her being the attractive nice woman she was I had become incredibly horny at the thought of her. After I showered, I tried to distract myself with some television. It didn't really help. *** The phone rang around seven that evening. "Hello?" I said sleepily, my television induced nap slowly wearing off. "Dennis?" "Yeah." "Hi, this is Cindy from next door," came her pleasant voice. "Cindy, hello. What can I do for you?" "My sink is plugged up," she said desperately, "It won't drain and nothing is working." My eyes lit up a little, "Would you like me to come take a look?" "I would love for you to come," she said thankfully. I was silent for a moment as my mind took the dirty interpretation of her words and ran with it like a sprinter on crack. I so desperately wanted her to ask me to come, but not in the way she meant. "Hello?" she laughed into the phone. "Sorry," I stuttered, "I spaced off there for a moment." "So are you just going to stand there or are you coming?" 'Yes and yes,' I thought excitedly and then said, "I'll be right over." I wore my blue sweat pants and white "wife beater" t-shirt over to her place. My sandals flapped against my heels as I crossed the yard, my mind playing out every single late night Cinemax sex scene I had ever seen, with Cindy in place of the many forgettable porn stars. I tried to keep myself under control, not wanting to pop a fresh growth of wood and embarrass myself in front of her. I suddenly began to wonder if I had been smart in wearing the sweats. They didn't offer much cover for a horny guy on the make for his neighbor. I knocked on the door and Cindy answered. She was dressed in short denim cut-offs and a green tank top. She smiled and opened the door wide for me. Her house was immaculately clean and decorated, a solid western motif defining the house as what I can only describe as being "pure country." Her thick Texan drawl only added to the charm as she led me through the living room, the very faint scent of cinnamon hanging loosely in the air. "Here it is," she crinkled her nose and motioned down at the clogged sink. Bits of old food floated on top of the murky, oily water in the backed up basin. I winced at the smell a little as I placed my hands on the edge of the sink and frowned professionally, acting as though I knew what the hell I was doing. She stood next to me, her shoulder touching my arm. I wondered if she was intentionally touching me or just not aware of it? "Well," I eyed the funky water, "Did you use Drain-O? She motioned to the empty solvent container sitting nearby on the counter. "Right," I nodded, "Uhm, did you try a plunger?" Cindy smiled and held up a wet, black-headed toilet plunger. "Okay," I took a deep breath, "Well, obviously this sink is clogged." "Obviously," she grinned with thinly veiled amusement. "So the clog must be down here," I opened the cabinet doors under the sink and looked at the pipes below, which might as well have been the inner workings of the U.S.S. Enterprise's warp drive. I sat on my haunches and peered into the clean and surprisingly stylish cabinet, running my fingers over the curving pipe assembly. I grumbled to myself and rubbed my chin thoughtfully. "Well?" she asked quietly, leaning against the countertop. "I'm no plumber," I said, "But I think I can take this pipe apart and pull the clog out by hand." "Really?" she put her hand on my shoulder, her eyes already appreciative. I was a moron, so naturally I said, "Of course. You got a pipe wrench?" Cindy reached over to the toolbox on the stove and handed me the wrench. I put on my most confident smile and winked at her. Laying on my side and wedged into the small cabinet, I began adjusted the wrench to fit the pipe. Cindy stepped to one side as I began working the fastener apart. "Uhm, Dennis shouldn't you-" she asked, but I cut her off. "Oh it's okay," I said reassuringly, "Nothing to fear." And then the pipe busted open, spraying water everywhere. I shut my eyes tight as cold water blasted my face in a torrential spray from the open pipe. I had forgotten to shut the water off. I fumbled for the small valve but couldn't find it. I heard Cindy scream and jump back as water hemorrhaged from the line. I pulled myself out and took a breath, shoving myself back inside the cabinet. I could feel my clothes soaking to my body as my ego sank to the place where Titanic rested. I was embarrassed beyond belief as I searched frantically for the valve, sputtering water out of my mouth. I could feel hot blood rushing to my cheeks as my error became more and more clear. Who the fuck had I been kidding? Finally, I found the small oval shaped valve and turned it. Nothing happened. 'Righty tighty lefty loosey,' my grandfather had always said. I turned the knob quickly to the right and finally the water died down. I wanted to crawl into the small cabinet, fold myself into a small bundle and then die there. I couldn't face her, let alone look at the damage I had wrought on her kitchen. I sighed and looked at the dribbling pipe. From the top half of the pipe connected to the basin came a thick wad of rotting food that plopped out before me like excrement. It smelled about as lovely. "Napkin please?" I asked Cindy like a doctor asking for a pair of forceps from his nurse. I held my hand out and felt the coarse texture of a Brawny paper towel against my palm. I scooped the funky matter up and then pulled myself out of the wet cabinet. I stood up, not looking at her until I had the nasty little clog held out in front of me, like some sullen tomcat with a waterlogged mouse trapped in his paw. I was soaked from head to toe, my shirt transparent and showing off my body and hardened nipples, the heavy material of the sweats soaked and sagging. Water dripped from my nose and chin as I held it out to her. "The clog," I said quietly, my eyes finally meeting hers, "as promised." Cindy was partially soaked from the mistake I had made, her kitchen floor flooded with water. She looked at the ball of refuse in my hand and nodded, a small wry grin on her face. She looked at me, her eyes wide and asked, "What do I owe you?" I sighed and looked around, "Let's call this one free." Cindy took the paper towel from me and tossed the clog into the trashcan. The light was fading outside quickly, the hot yellow sun vanishing beyond the horizon. The last few rays of light streamed through the kitchen window and gave the room a fiery wet glow. Her hair was like liquid flame against her skin as she smiled broadly and shrugged, "Well, I needed to mop anyway." "I am so sorry, Cindy," I shook my head, "I- I just thought-" She put her finger to my lips and closed her eyes. She said, "Don't sweat it." "I'll pay for the damage," I insisted. "You're not much of plumber," she said and put her hands on her hips, "But you sure are cute when you're embarrassed." I noticed her give my wet body a once over, casually and yet not so subtly enough that I didn't notice. All of a sudden I felt very aroused and aware of myself. I wasn't in bad shape, and the wet t-shirt only accentuated my muscular build. I smiled sheepishly and said, "Uh, well thank you." Cindy splashed the water on the floor with her bare feet for a moment and sighed, "I needed to mop anyway." I laughed nervously at this. "Well, I better get going before I burn your house down." Cindy said, "Don't beat yourself up, okay?" "Okay," I agreed, knowing full well I would never let myself live this down. I sloshed out of her waterlogged kitchen, my fantasies of romance dashed and dissolved in a spray of water. I hadn't felt that stupid or incompetent since I was a freshman in high school and trying out for the football team. I could blame that debacle on trying to impress the head cheerleader with bullheaded teen machismo. But this? Oh, the dumb ass things we men do to impress women. I had no one to blame but myself though. The whole incident was so ridiculously preventable I felt I needed to go brand myself with capital "L" on the forehead. I stepped outside and shook my head, my sweats weighing heavily on my legs. I sighed, "Smooth... real smooth." *** That next day, I sat in my chair alone and feeling like an ass. The weatherman on channel seven was talking about an Indian summer and I was seized with the need to beat him senseless with my remote for even suggesting such a hellish notion. I was ready for the cool weather, and more importantly, the rain and the snow. The cold weather was my reason for putting up with spring and summer. The idea of having to endure another month of heat was about as appealing as bumping into Cindy again. I still hadn't gotten over my bone-headed maneuver the night before. It wasn't that I didn't want to see her. Far from it. She was all I could think about. Still, I found myself indoors on that Sunday afternoon, hiding out in front of my air condition with the blinds drawn shut, a toasted cheese sandwich in one hand a beer in the other. I hadn't bothered to change out of my shorts from the night before and a healthy five o'clock shadow had spread across my face unchecked and unchallenged by my Mach 3 razor blade. From the comfort of my recliner I watched a horrific cinematic suppository called "Dark Harvest," a low budget flick about killer scarecrows in Virginia. I had rented it a few days back on the strength of its awesome DVD cover art. I had stupidly assumed the movie itself would be possessed of the high values it's packaging promoted. Five minutes in, I realized I was deep into student film territory and that the next hour and a half would be the equivalent of a tall drink of warm gray water. But as I had nothing else to do and I didn't dare step outside for fear of my sexy neighbor seeing me, I sat there and watched the wretched thing. As the painfully clichéd dialogue and overwhelmed community theater actors reacted to their flimsy horror effects, there was a knock at the door. I sat up, the crumbs of my sandwich falling into my lap. I imagine I looked like some mental patient in my current condition, unshaven and eyes slightly bloodshot, covered in crumbs and lounging in blue boxers. I listened. The door knocked again. I leapt up from my chair and shuffled into the kitchen, trying to peer out the window at the front porch. To my delight and terror stood Cindy, dressed in what would become her trademark daisy dukes and a t-shirt tied into a knot, making a display for her sexy midriff. Her glorious auburn hair was pulled back behind her head as she rapped on the door again. I spun on my heel and darted for the hallway closet where I kept my clean laundry. My toe stubbed against the closet door catch. I hissed, "Fuck me! Shit!" As my big toe throbbed and I bit my lip in agony, I grabbed a white t-shirt and pulled it on. Hobbling down the hall, the doorbell rang yet again. She must have had something important on her mind to be ringing my doorbell this insistently. After what I had done to her kitchen, I was amazed she had even set foot on my property. I unlocked the door and opened it, "Hello?" "Dennis," she smiled genuinely, "Hi." "Hi," I leaned against the door, feeling like a lovesick high schooler. "Listen," she looked down at her bare feet, "I was thinking we might have gotten off to a bad start yesterday..." "Is the damage bad?" I cringed. "Oh no no," she waved her hand dismissively, "The plumber came by this morning and checked everything out. It's all fine." "Thank God," I said, "I feel so bad." "Me too," she said, "But that's why I'm here." I know I looked as surprised as I felt. "I like you, Dennis," she said, her hands clasped together nervously, "And the fact of the matter is I wanted you to come over and spend some time with me last night." "Oh?" I asked, feeling suddenly very good. "Yeah," she smiled shyly. "That's good," I grinned. God, couldn't I just have one suave moment? Just one? "Would you like to come over tonight?" she asked, her powerful blue eyes resting on mine, "We could sit in the hot tub for a while, have some wine?" Hot tubs and wine sipping? This was not how people reacted to their kitchens being flooded out. Regardless, I was intrigued and unable to say anything but, "That would be great." "Okay then," she smiled, "Grab your shorts and come around to the side gate." "All right," I grinned and then watched her leave. I closed the door and ran up the stairs to my bedroom. As I yanked the drawer out and rooted around for my swim trunks, I was in the midst of a nervous euphoria. Something told me that Cindy was just as nervous I was, though she seemed to be playing her poker face with far more panache than I ever could. Discovering Cindy Martin I couldn't believe she was offering to let me lounge with her in a hot tub for the evening and sip wine. I couldn't believe she wanted to spend time with me at all for that matter. I imagined Cindy could have had her pick of any of the men in the neighborhood she desired. She was so beautiful. Cindy practically defined that "girl-next-door" quality, only translating it to a more mature taste. As my mind played with the idea of her in a bathing suit, I barely noticed how hard my heart was pounding in my chest. *** As the large, wooden-slat side gate clicked shut behind me I was greeted by Cindy. She peeked around the corner of the house and grinned broadly, beckoning me with her hand. Her hair was pulled back and her body encased in a simple, one-piece bathing suit. It was a modest outfit, and yet it was almost as tantalizing as a string bikini would have been. The neck of the suit dipped down low enough to reveal a healthy amount of cleavage while the bottom of the form fitting apparel cut high up her thighs and to her hips. "Back here," she said. "Wow," I marveled at the large hot tub on her mahogany stained deck, "That's almost a swimming pool." "Isn't it great?" she beamed proudly, "I won't say how much it cost, but once you're in it you can feel where the money went." I stepped up on the porch and braced myself against the side of the tub, taking a moment to brush away the stray blades of grass and dirt that I had collected on the bottom of my feet on the way over. The steam from the tub was thick, a faint aroma of chlorine lofting in the air. As we walked up the small staircase to the tub I couldn't help but glance at her ass. Cindy seemed to be oblivious to my staring as she settled into the water. "You might want to take your shirt off," she said. "Oh," I stood in the tub, "Right." I took my shirt off and sat down on one of the smooth fiberglass seats. The water churned and boiled around my body, submersed to the nipple line. I was thankful for the bubbly froth swirling on the surface of the water. It hid the fact I had already sprouted a tremendous erection just being this close to her. Cindy smiled at me from across the hot tub as the setting sun turned the sky orange and red. Purple and blue shadows crept across the yard as we sat there, enjoying the strong mini-currents of the tub. "This feels so good," I breathed and leaned back, my arms resting on the edge of the tub, "You shouldn't have shown me this." "And why not?" she asked. "You'll never be rid of me." "I can live with that," Cindy laughed. We sat there for a while, just talking and getting to know each other a little bit more. My fears and apprehension about what had happened in her kitchen the day before seemed to melt away. "So how is it you don't have a boyfriend?" I asked. "After my divorce, I just didn't feel the need for a relationship," Cindy smiled and reclined back. Her breasts were undeniable and daring me to look at them. "Can I ask what happened?" "The short version of it all is that I married a man I didn't really know," she said, "We rushed things and in the end it was just a little too much for both of us to handle." "I'm sorry," I said. "Don't be," she smiled and touched my calf with her foot reassuringly, "Even if we had got along there still would have been that other thing." "Other thing?" "I can't have children," she said, "For whatever reason, my oven heats up just fine but won't bake anything." "Jesus," I looked at her. "He left me for a woman who could have children," Cindy explained, "And to be honest, I was glad to see him go." "And the idea of adoption never occurred to him?" "Oh it did," she said, "He just never liked the idea." "What an asshole." "Yep," she nodded, "But in all fairness, I could be a bitch too." "I doubt that." "You don't think I could be a bitch if I wanted to?" "I'm not saying that," I laughed as our legs rested next to each other, "I'm just saying that I don't think you come by it naturally." "Is that a fact?" "Yep." Cindy eyed me curiously. "Look," I said, "If you were a bitch, I doubt very much I'd be here with you right now after what I did to your kitchen." Cindy laughed. "You got a point." She reached over to the wooden shelf just behind the tub and showed me the wine bottle and two glasses. She poured out a generous amount into both glasses and handed one to me. I took it and thanked her. She sat the bottle back on the shelf and settled in to her seat. Holding her glass up she said, "Here's to new friendships..." "...asshole ex-husbands..." I added "...flooded kitchens..." she laughed. "... and a beautiful new neighbor," I touched my glass to hers. She smiled genuinely at me. "Thank you," she blushed, the Texan accent doing it's best to hide her smile. "No, thank you," I sipped the wine, "I love that drawl." "You don't think it's too heavy?" "I think it's endearing and sexy." Cindy blushed, "Okay, now you're embarrassing me." "What? It's the truth," I insisted. It was the truth. "Well you'd best be careful how you flatter," she winked at me devilishly as the water boiled around us, "Or I might not let you out of this tub." "And that would be a horrible thing," I rolled my eyes, taking another drink. I was trying my best to be polite and not stare, but her breasts were irresistible. I finally gave up and stole a long glance at them as my cock began to erect even more. I knew I had to do something about it or I was going to be at attention all night long. I sat my wine glass down on the edge of the tub and asked, "Where's your bathroom at?" "In the house," she grinned. "Uh huh, thank you smart ass," I laughed, "Where at in the house?" "Through the kitchen and then the last door at the end of the hall." "Thank you," I smiled and carefully maneuvered myself out of the tub, "I'll be back in a flush." *** Once in the bathroom, I yanked my shorts off and leaned myself against the counter. My cock was aching for attention, and I had to take care of it now. As I rubbed my head, smearing precum around generously I imagined Cindy in the hot tub with me. I fantasized about how I wanted the evening to play out. In my mind, I pictured the scenario... 'Cindy floats over to me and settles herself between my legs, her back to me before leaning against my chest. We drink our wine, watching the stars slowly dot across the sky. The only sound we can hear is the churning of the water and the beating of our hearts. My fingers run across her shoulders, neck and down her arms causing small goose bumps to form there. She shivers delightfully. I can see Cindy's nipples all ready beginning to press out the fabric of her bathing suit. She cradles her head into the side of my neck as my fingers slide lightly across her throat and down over the tops of her breasts. She pushes back into me, her ass round and firm against my erection. Her lips part and her tongue runs across them briefly, wetting them before she kisses my neck. "I want you," she says to me, "I want you now..." "I want you too," I reply, my hands sliding the straps of her swimsuit down to her biceps. "Don't stop," she murmurs. I slowly pulled on the top of her suit, rolling the wet spandex fabric down over the impressive curve of her breasts. Slowly but surely I watch the slow reveal of her breasts and hard nipples. I cup her tits in my hands and massage the fleshy orbs back and forth, her nipples erect and prominent against my palms. She smiles at me and grinds her ass against my throbbing cock. Cindy turns and whispers, "That feels so good." I feel her hands on my hips, grabbing at my shorts and pulling them down forcefully. I lift my hips as Cindy pulls my trunks down to my feet and then off completely. She holds them up before me and then tosses them away. I give her a devilish grin and pull her to me as she turns around and faces me. We begin kissing, her tits pushing into my chest as my hands run down her back and into the remainder of her bathing suit. Cindy allows me to slide her suit down even further, exposing her nice round ass. She smiles and pulls away for a moment, finishing the task of removing her clothing. I watch her with giddy anticipation, her naked body glistening in the dusky light. She then comes back to me, her hand finding its way easily below the water and wrapping itself around my hard seven and a half inch cock. "What should we do now?" she asks. "Well," I whisper into her ear. "You should let me eat your pussy..." "Really?" "Really." I stand up, pulling Cindy with me and sit her on the hot tub ledge, which is about a foot wide. I lower my face between her open legs as water cascades off her body, draining in long streams. I press my lips against her cunt and then begin licking. I work my way up and down her slit, loving her sex as she moans and smiles. I then turn my attention to her clit, sucking the protective hood into my mouth and coaxing her hard button out. Cindy cries out a little under the ministrations of my tongue as I flick her clit and tease her. Her hips shake and buck against my mouth as her hands clasp her tits, her fingers rubbing and playing with her nipples. I can feel her thighs quivering as I work hard to bring the orgasm out of her. "Oh God...Don't stop...Fuck...." she breathes in between groans and feminine moans of pleasure. I begin machine-gunning her clit, rapidly firing down on the hypersensitive button. Cindy gasps and throws her head back as I work her clit over. I can feel her juices running down my chin and neck, her scent powerful yet subtle against the chlorine. She pulls my head into her, burying my face in her sopping sex. The heat from her womanhood is intense, her flavor unique and sweet. Her pussy begins quivering, and I know she is coming close to her climax. My tongue licks up and down her slit, my fingers spreading her wide open and my tongue plunging into her wet hole. Her pussy contracts around my tongue as my thumb rides her clit. The orgasm rages through her like a firestorm, burning away her reason and control...' And then my body seized up as my orgasm tore through my body. I gripped the counter as semen spurted out of my swollen purple head in long thick ropes. It splattered to the linoleum floor of the bathroom and across my toes. I gasped for breath and steadied myself, rubbing out the last of my climax. My head was spinning from the powerful release, my legs shaking. Finally, it stopped and I was able to move again. I quickly pulled some tissue of the roll next to the toilet and cleaned up my mess, being sure to wipe my toes off. The sticky fluid was thick and white as I scooped it up and tossed the used tissues into the toilet bowl. Once certain I had gotten everything (that was all I needed, Cindy finding semen on her bathroom floor after I had flooded her kitchen floor...) I flushed the toilet and switched off the light. I took a moment to readjust my equipment and then walked back down the hall. *** Cindy had leaned her head back on the edge of the tub and her eyes were closed. Apparently she didn't hear the sliding glass door shut as I returned from the bathroom. Midnight sky and sparkling stars had eclipsed the last of the fiery daylight, the only noise being the endless bubbling of the tub. I stood at the edge of the tub and watched her with a silent curiosity. Cindy was absolutely beautiful, a woman completely out of my league. What's more is I knew it. I wondered if she did too? She looked so relaxed and peaceful lounging there. In fact, she looked like she was sleeping. That thought bottomed my heart out. I was the guy who had bored her into an early slumber. Instead of wooing her I had become the human equivalent of Nyquil and knocked her out. And then I noticed that the straps of her bathing suit were gone. After a brief cursory glance around the tub, I realized that Cindy was naked. Her suit was draped on the edge of the tub next to her head. Her full breasts bobbed to the swirling motion of the water in a hypnotic tease. My pulse raced as I immediately tried to peer through the roiling water at her naked body. I watched her face, expecting her to open her eyes and see me standing there at any moment. Then I noticed the quick, subtle jerking motions of her arm. Cindy grimaced and bit her lower lip. With a growing realization, I followed the motions of her arm into the water. As the steam curled around us, I was surprised to find that she was masturbating. I didn't know what to do as I watched her. It was such an unexpected twist that I was completely off guard. All I could do was watch her lose herself in her own pleasures and fantasies. A small smile spread across her lips, a throaty moan escaping her throat that was straining to be silent. I debated whether or not to walk away, to leave her there and not assume anything. Instead, I moved silently back into the tub with her. Apparently, she was still not aware of my presence. With only a few feet between us I watched her face as my cock grew rigid in my shorts again, the hot water only intensifying my arousal. Her left hand emerged from the water to her breast and gently massaged her nipple in small circles. Her right arm began moving visibly faster beneath the water. Sweat trickled down her face and neck as she worked herself harder and faster. I was so horny I could hardly see straight. I was seized with the sudden urge to touch myself, to grab my cock and begin stroking it. I was confronted with two possibilities, one being she was purposefully enticing me or she just thought she had enough time to slam an orgasm before I got back. I removed my shorts and grasped my now rock hard penis with my right hand. I shivered, her small moans and coos like an audio aphrodisiac. I squeezed my head for a moment and then began to stroke my shaft. My eyes locked on her emotive countenance as I tried to match her sensual pace. With each twitch, grimace and smile of pleasure my excitement increased. I couldn't stop myself as she began to near her climax. Her breathing was fast and shallow as her face began flushing red along with her chest. I could see her nipples were erected in the water, the small pink areolas tight around the sensitive nubs. Her lips drew back from her teeth as she smiled. She stretched suddenly and let out a small moan as her orgasm swept over her. The water splashed and I paused my hand motions, watching her in complete awe. Her eyes fluttered open and I knew she was going to scream at me for my voyeurism. Our eyes locked and instead of scornful accusation she smiled at me. She said, "What does a girl have to do to get your attention?" "That was amazing," I said, my cock still hard and throbbing in my hand. "You liked that?" "Yes," I said honestly. "Well," she said confidentially, "I liked knowing you were watching me." "Really?" "Why else would I have done it so openly like that?" I smiled and shrugged dumbly. She sat up, completely unfettered by her nudity. My eyes immediately went to her glistening breasts and the hard nubs protruding out from the fleshy mounds. She said, "Do aggressive women frighten you?" "No," I gulped. "Good," she smiled, "Because I don't think subtle works very well with you." "I just never assume," I replied. "Is that a fact?" I nodded. "Let me see what's in your hand," she whispered. "What?" I laughed nervously. "You know what," she teased and tilted her head to one side, "I want to watch you play with yourself. After all, you just watched me didn't you? "Are you sure?" I responded, feeling more and more confident and yet not entirely convinced this wasn't some oversexed dream of mine. "Come on, sit on the edge of the tub and let me watch you. I have always wanted to watch a man jack off," she said, her sexy tone underscored by eager anticipation. I stood up slowly, my cock still in my hand. As I sat against the edge and braced myself up, the length of my penis bounced back and forth. Steam roiled around us as the evening became cool and far more fall like than any night prior. I grasped my hard erection and met her gleaming eyes. It was a smoldering look of passion that I hadn't experienced in years. Her eyes trailed down my body and to my penis as I began stroking. "Nice" she whispered as she watched me, her voice sounded husky and sensual, "You have a beautiful dick." "Thank you," I blushed. I literally blushed. "Start stroking your cock for me," she said, "I want you to stroke your self and cum for me." I began stroking my shaft, alternately rubbing my head as I closed my eyes and tried to remain focused. I couldn't believe this was even happening. "Keep your eyes on me," she said as she began rubbing her nipples, rolling them back and forth between her thumbs and forefingers. "I want to see it all." "Okay," I whispered, already feeling the throes of an orgasm latch into my body. "Do you want me, Dennis?" she whispered huskily as she kneaded her tits, pressing them together and teasing me as I stroked myself faster. "Yes," I managed to say. "Good," she told me, "Because I want you too..." My second orgasm of the evening was building quickly. She asked, "Would you like to fuck me, Dennis?" "Yes." "Do you want fuck my tits?" "Yes," I moaned as I watched her lick her nipples, her tongue slowly circling each nub and then disappearing into her mouth as she sucked on one, and then the other. "Would you like to fuck my tits, Dennis?" she asked again, driving her point home. "God yes," the words staggered out of my mouth as I felt the heat rising from deep within my sex. Just the thought of my cock between her huge tits was enough to make me feel lightheaded. Cindy saw my impending orgasm building to a roar as she slipped her fingers into her cunt and began masturbating again. She brought a wet finger to her mouth as she played with her nipple, and sucked on it. "I want you Dennis..." And then I came. I cried out as every muscle in my body tightened and I released my load, grunting against my teeth as hot cum jetted from the tip of my cock in a powerful, long stream. The first wad spattered against her chest, resting atop her left breast before beginning to slide down into the water. I blasted spurt after spurt of semen in thick ropes that landed heavily in the water and floated into the froth. I only shivered and smiled as my orgasm ebbed away. "You know what it puts me in the mood for?" "What?" "Fucking each other," she said huskily, "Would you like that?" "Oh Cindy," I managed, "More than anything." "Then take me," she whispered, "Fuck me..." I slid down into the hot water and sat between her legs, my cock brushing against her thigh as I lowered my head and kissed her left nipple. She whimpered as my mouth enclosed her nub and my tongue began lapping at it. Instinctively she grasped my penis and began to stroke it. "Is this crazy?" she whispered into my ear as she changed position and placed her buttocks on my lap, her legs moving to clamp my hips. She moved forward until her labia brushed my balls, her hand forcefully stroking my cock. "It's insane," I breathed. "We can stop if you're uncomfortable," Cindy said, her body electrifying mine. "No," I shook my head. She grasped my cock and rose slightly from the water, placing it at her warm wet entrance. Slowly she lowered herself onto me. I was instantly lost in the sensations of the hot, tight passage of her sex. We kissed deeply as I slid into her slowly, stretching her out. Our tongues rolled together wetly as her pussy clenched and pulled at my hard length. My cock completely submerged in her body, and we remained still for a minute as we kissed feverishly. Discovering Cindy Martin She began to squeeze my shaft with her muscles, teasing me and drawing out the experience. She moved her hips in a slow circle, pushing my penis against her clitoris with each instinctive movement. There was something tender and familiar in the manner of our sex, something not quite quantifiable in the way she kissed me. Her hips were beginning to ride me hard under their own accord, her eyes locked on mine. Her elbows rested on my shoulders, her hands and finger massaging my scalp as she licked my lips and allowed me to drink deeply of her mouth. My hands slid down to her ass and squeezed her buttocks as our rhythm and pace quickened, becoming more and more frantic. I could feel my cock beginning to swell beyond my normal girth, a familiar tingling sensation building up slowly at the base and ending at the tip of my head. We were both moaning and grunting as the water splashed and bubbled around us, sweat beading and dripping off our faces. Her hair was now wet and hanging in thick tangles. She ran her hands through the mass of auburn color and arched her back, pressing her breasts into my face. I watched them sway and bounce before my eyes, my tongue darting out to catch the nipples as we rose together to the peak of our sexual encounter. Cindy tilted her head back, the cords and muscles visible beneath her flushed skin. I closed my eyes, very much aware that my orgasm was coming quickly. "I'm going to cum," I whispered against her wet flesh. "Do it," she huffed and began fucking me harder. "But-" "Don't worry about it," she growled into my neck. Cindy's fingers dug into my shoulder blades as her teeth sunk into my neck, stifling a loud orgasmic scream. Her thighs clenched and tightened around my legs as her pussy spasmed and shook. I suddenly cried out and pulled her to me, holding her tight. Her arms wrapped around my neck and head, pulling my face into her chest as I came hard. Semen blasted out from my head in a hot sizzling sensation of pure satisfaction, filling her up. We sat there for a while, both of us slowly bringing our bodies back into the reigns of control. Cindy kissed the place she had bitten on my neck gently, "Does that hurt?" "Not really," I said, relishing her body against mine as my cock slowly deflated inside her. "I hope this isn't too direct," she said, "Us having just met and all..." "It's a little fast," I admitted, "But I'm not complaining." "Good," she kissed me gently. I pulled her around in front of me again and massaged her shoulders. I kneaded the flesh gently but firmly, working down into the muscles. Cindy lolled her head from one side to the other under the circular massaging of my fingers. As she leaned against me, my hardening cock snugly between her buttocks and my hands made their way down to her breasts. I massaged around the outsides slowly and deeply, letting my fingers slide over the milky skin to her nipples. I gently took them between my thumb and forefingers, rolling them slightly in a naughty tease. Cindy let out a soft sigh, "Keep doing that and we're going to have to fuck again..." "Am I that transparent?" I laughed. "Yes you are," she nodded, "I knew from the moment you tried to fix my sink that you wanted me." "And on what do you base that assumption?" "Because only a man looking to impress someone would try to fix the plumbing on his own," she smiled, "Especially when he doesn't know jack shit about it." I laughed, "You got me dead to rights on that one.' I pushed her forward and told her to lie out flat with her shoulders on my knees. She did as instructed and found herself floating on her back in the hot water, her shoulders anchoring her on my knees and keeping her head afloat. Her breasts sloped out the water, the cool air blowing over her wet nipples causing them to stiffen harder than I had ever seem them before. She let her arms float out to the sides. It was then that she noticed my full intention. She tilted her head back and looked at me with a gleam in her eye and a grin that said it all. She parted her legs and let the hot tub jet have full access to her waiting pussy. The water boiled between her legs and I could only imagine the sheer pleasure that was coursing through her pussy and believe it or not caused her nipples to swell even more. I kept caressing her shoulders and the top of her breasts with one hand while the other ran softly over her lips. She slipped her tongue over my finger before sucking it into her mouth to the knuckle. Her eyes never left mine until they rolled up into her eyelids and her whole body shook as her orgasm pulsed through her. She sank beneath the water and I had to grab her to keep her from going under. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. My hand slid across her stomach and landed on her clit. She tossed her head back and let a deep groan purr in her throat. I took two fingers and drove them into her pussy easily. Her hips thrust against them wanting more. "I need you right now." Cindy moaned into my ear. Her legs wrapped around my waist and with no effort at all impaled herself on my waiting cock. She took it to the hilt and let out a little yell as she wiggled her pussy back and forth. I leaned back against the side of the hot tub, lost in the feeling of Cindy's passion. "I was going to go down o-" "Who cares..." was all she said as another orgasm burst through her. She leaned back, letting the top part of her body float as she ground into me harder, her breasts jutting out of the water, her nipples straining in the intensity of her climax. I reached forward and squeezed her nipples amazed at how hard they still were. Her pussy convulsed around my cock continuously as she rode her orgasm into another. I knew it wasn't me who had brought her to this plateau. She had done it herself, and that was just fine by my count. I was just glad to be a part of it. "Oh jesus..." she breathed as my cock slipped out of her. "Not quite yet," I whispered. I grabbed my cock and ran it up and down her wet slit and then slid in just the head leaving it there while she recovered. But just for a second. I grabbed Cindy's breasts and thrust into her. She screamed out in surprise as we coupled again. In the heat that followed we lost ourselves for God knows how long, our bodies working together and mutually giving one what the other had received. Her pussy locked onto my cock and I couldn't take it any more. I exploded into her, my body racked with spasms. She reached out her arms to me and I fell into them. *** That next evening, I lounged on my couch feeling content and ridiculously satisfied. The night before had been a completely surreal experience for me, and I was still trying to believe it had actually happened. I stared at the ceiling, not seeing anything but Cindy's beautiful face and her sexy body against mine. I had wanted to go and see her again, but her suburban truck had been gone all day. My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. I opened the door and there stood Cindy. In one hand she held a bottle of wine and in the other a wicker basket, complete with a red-checkered cloth hanging out from between the lid and lip. She wore a green halter top and denim jeans, her delicate feet clad in open toed sandals. The last of the sunlight was cascading through her auburn hair, hanging loosely at her shoulders. She grinned knowingly and held the bottle up. "Hi," I grinned. "Hey," she smiled, "I figured we could have some dinner?" "That would be great," I ushered her in. I could smell the undeniable scent of authentic Chinese food wafting from inside the carrier. I hugged her and took the basket and wine from her as we walked into the living room. I motioned to my back porch, "Would you like to eat outside?" "That would be great," she nodded. The weather had cooled down considerably in the last two days, the predictions of an Indian summer falling flat as the temperature outside leveled out to a smooth seventy-five degrees. It was eight o'clock and the sun had lost all it's power again, reminding me of the incredible experience Cindy and I had shared the night before. We sat down on the green plastic patio furniture. "I'm not going to lie to you," she confessed, "I did not cook the food in that basket." I laughed, "Hell, I'm just thrilled you thought of eating with me." She popped open the bottle of wine as I opened the basket. Inside, nestled between several white take-out boxes of steaming food were two wine glasses. I pulled them out and sat them on the table. Cindy smiled and poured. "You're going to spoil me," I told her. "That's the point," she replied casually, "I mean, how else can I convince you to hang around me?" "I don't need to be convinced," I shook my head as she handed me one of the glasses. "Good," she winked and held up her wine glass. "To new beginnings?" I offered. "And great sex," she added. The entire time we ate, I had to try my hardest not to gawk at her tits. After having seen them naked last night, my mind had been spinning circles around them. Her heavy breasts pulled on the fabric of her top and I could see she wasn't wearing a bra. Two small hard nubs had formed underneath the fabric as we laughed and enjoyed the Chinese food. The wine seemed to go as fast as the food did, and by the end of dinner we both had a healthy buzz. I was enjoying myself with Cindy in the most honest, simple way a person can. There was a trust and ease of conversation between us that I didn't have with anyone else. It was like we fit together perfectly, and at the risk of sounding clichéd almost as though we had been made for each other. Our conversation turned to movies. "You rented 'Dark Harvest'?" she shook her head. "You've seen it?" "It's two hours of my life I'll never get back," she said dismally and laughed. "Had I only known," I nodded my head. "If you think that's bad, you ought to check out the 'Scarecrow' movies," Cindy leaned over the table and touched my hand, "They're awful." "That bad?" "Aside from some of the most unappealing actors ever?" she asked, "The only good thing about the first one was this actress named Tiffany Shepis. She was good, but the rest of the movie hurt soooo bad. I swear, at one point the evil scarecrow kills this guy with an ear of corn by actually stabbing it into his ear." "Shit," I laughed, the wine making me feel more and more lighthearted, "Five yard penalty for illegal use of a pun." "Tony Todd was in the sequel," she added, "But don't let that fool you. It was worse than the first one." "Candyman couldn't save it, huh?" "Well that's one movie we won't be renting," I declared as Cindy emptied the last of the wine into our glasses. "So, Dennis," she looked at me, "Can I ask you something?" "Anything." "You don't think I'm a slut do you?" I nearly spit out my wine, "Of course not." "It's just that I never act like that," Cindy said, her index finger swirling her wine around, "I mean, you're the only man I've ever come on to like that." "Cindy," I downed my last glass of wine, "I don't think you're a slut. That's never happened to me before either." She looked at me intently as the light from my living room filtered out onto the porch. "I've spent the last few years of my life working my ass off and not much else," I said, not exactly sure what I was going to say next. I just the words flow, "I've missed out on a lot of things, including women. What happened last night was so perfect. It wasn't slutty, Cindy. It was perfect." "I thought so too." I smiled and held her hand in mine across the table. "You should close that," she motioned to the blue and white umbrella mounted through the center of the table, "We can see the stars better." I hesitated. A tremendous hard-on had formed in my sweats and once again, I was without underwear. I couldn't figure out how to stand up and close the umbrella without showing it off to her. But then I figured that we had already had sex, and she had already seen my cock anyway. I stood up and grasped the clip on the umbrella, letting the complex structure of its skeleton collapse. I could feel my cock straining against my sweats. I looked down at it as I was finishing with the umbrella and realized that a few drops of pre-cum had also darkened a spot on the fabric. I sat down quickly, feeling more than a little embarrassed. When I finally looked back over at Cindy, she had a glazed look in her eyes, which were focused directly on my crotch. She was biting her lower lip. Then she looked up and caught my eye, looking more and more like a naughty little girl in a candy store. "Is that because of me?" she purred with a knowing grin. "I think you know the answer to that," I said. "It's nice to know that I can get you up." "Are you kidding? You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," I said. I suppose my comment might have been considered a lavish embellishment, but it felt so right to say. And besides, it was the honest to God truth. Cindy turned her chair more toward me and began running her bare foot up and down my leg, her toes pulling on the sweats. "And what about me, specifically, causes you to say that?" she inquired. I looked at her as my cock swelled. "Gorgeous eyes..." "Yeah?" I nodded. "Beautiful lips and a killer smile... makes for a sexy face, you know?" Cindy looked down, suppressing a smile. I went on, "You have a sexy figure... and your breasts are perfect." "Really? You like them? You don't think they're too big?" "You can never be too rich or have tits that are too big." "Does that apply to you?" she countered, her playful wit more than a match for my flattery, "As a general rule I'm not sure I agree." I looked down at my chest, "I'm just a late bloomer." She smiled and looked at her cleavage. "I used to think they were too big, but now that I've managed to hook a guy like you with them..." "You're saying it was your tits that made me want to be with you?" "You're about as subtle as a train wreck." I laughed. "It wasn't just your tits." "But it's cute," she reassured me. "What can I say? I'm a breast man." "I think there would be something wrong if you weren't." "Thanks for not judging me," I said. "I have no room to talk," she said and rubbed her foot sensually against my thigh, "I'm a cock woman myself." "Well then," I swallowed as my excitement unabashedly throbbed beneath the fabric of my sweats, "Aren't we in luck? I just happen to have a cock." "And I just happen to have breasts," she looked at me and then stood up. Cindy unbuttoned her jeans, her eyes fixed on mine. I watched with a dumbfounded sense of awe as she pushed her jeans off and revealed her white thong to me. Her powerful green eyes held mine as she loosened her top and then removed it with all the precision and confidence of a professional stripper. I marveled at her body as she released her tits to my hungry eyes. She stood before me and allowed me a moment to drink her in. "I don't know about you," she whispered, "But I think we should have dessert." "I love dessert," I nearly croaked. "So do I," she licked her lips, "You got anything for me?" "Yes." "Good," she smiled sexily, "I have something for you too." My cock pulsed with a hot yearning as Cindy leaned forward and grasped the waistband of my sweats. Her fingers felt wonderful against my skin as she pulled my sweat pants down and revealed my cock. Cindy gave me a sexy wink and then wrapped her hand around my swollen shaft, positioning herself close to me. Her breasts pressed against my face like heavy silken pillows, granting me permission to kiss them. "I can be blunt too," she said. She continued to rub her hand up and down my shaft in a maddening tease. My mind raced frantically to think of anything to prevent the ejaculation building in my balls from reaching fruition too early. I reached up and placed my hands over her breasts. I relished the sensations of her tits against my lips and face as I fondled her. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds. I sucked and nibbled greedily on her left nipple and then her right as my arousal intensified. Cindy moaned with a satisfactory purr and squeezed my shaft a little, encouraging me. "Yeah. Suck on my tits. Bite my nipple. Oh, that feels so good. I love to have my tits sucked." Her dirty talk wasn't helping my desperate fight to stave off my orgasm. I responded by burying my face in her soft flesh, licking and tasting her breast. As I suckled and gently bit at the hard nub of her right tit, I rolled and pulled her left nipple. "Oh Jesus yes just like that," Cindy smiled as she pumped my cock. Her breathing was becoming more and more shallow as I released her left nipple from my grip and traveled down the curve of her back and ass with my fingers. I traced around her ass cheek and then worked my way around to her crotch. My fingertips grazed the fabric of her soaked thong. I massaged the moist flesh just behind the fabric as her hips grinded her sex against my hand. "Do you know what you're doing to me?" she breathed, her hand working fast on my thick shaft. "Yes I do," I flicked at her nipple rapidly with my tongue. Her hands pulled me deeper into her cleavage as I began rubbing her clit. Her body jumped and she moaned, kissing the top of my scalp as her chest heaved. A cool wind was blowing across our bodies, but it did nothing to cool us down. Cindy's hips gyrated and bucked against my hand in a preview of the sex that would follow our foreplay. "Oh, god, yes. Just like that. Oh god you're going to make me cum," She shook violently against my hand and her tits smothered my face. She cried out a beautiful whimper of pleasure as her orgasm rolled through her body. It wasn't a violent reaction of gratification, but rather a smooth and fluid culmination to an evening of slow build-ups and innuendo. "That was wonderful," she said. "But I want more." Cindy knelt down in front me and spread my legs open. She grasped my penis in her hand and stroked it. I shivered as the orgasm threatened to crest. Cindy saw me losing the battle against the inevitable and grinned wickedly at me. She said, "I'll bet you're getting close too..." I couldn't say anything as she pulled and played with my rigid cock, her fingers smearing my precum around in a wet taunt. "Look how hard you are," she lowered her face down to my shaft and ran the tip of her tongue along one of the veins bulging just under the tender skin of my member. I whimpered against her tongue as she slid it up the length of the vein and then to the fringe of my swollen purple head. "Look at how big your head is," she teased and flicked my tip with her tongue. I gripped my chair with both hands, my knuckles turning white. A familiar vibration deep within the inner workings of my sex began to sound out as my cock swelled to its full length and girth, my glans slightly expanding under the pressure of the forthcoming load. "And look at you," she smiled and deeply massaged my balls, "Trying so hard to hold back." I was on the verge of losing it as she teased me. "You're so heavy," she breathed and fondled my balls as though testing their weight, "Do you have a big load for me, Dennis?" I nodded and held my breath, my head tossed back as every muscle in my body fought of the eruption. If Cindy kept talking like this, I imagined I might just dehydrate myself and shrivel up into nothing when the moment finally came. "Give it to me. Shoot it on my tits. I love it when a man comes all over my breasts." 'Oh fuck,' I thought, 'She's killing me and she knows it...' "I've had orgasms before just from a guy shooting his load on my tits..." Discovering Cindy Martin I could hardly breathe. "Cum for me," she grinned, and immediately lowered her head to my cock. After a few swipes with her tongue, her warm mouth engulfed my swollen head and she began slowly bobbing on up and down my shaft. I was in heaven as Cindy gave me one of the best blowjobs I have ever gotten in my life. Her mouth enveloped my entire shaft as her tongue swirled against the sensitive underside. After a few minutes, she pulled off me and sat up a little. She smiled and pushed her milky tits together with her hands. "I want it now," she panted, "I know you do too..." She leaned down and took my cock between her large, soft breasts. I lost myself to the primal instincts savaging my mind and began fucking her tits. The combination of her saliva and my precum had lubed my shaft enough to allow for a slick and hot passage. She tilted her head back and urged me on, "Yes, that's it. Fuck my tits. Fuck them. Cum all over them. Cum for me, baby." I grunted and inhaled sharply. "Do it..." I could hold back no more. With one final thrust of my hips my cock popped up from between her tits and I cried out as my body seized. Cindy looked down as the first shot exploded from my cock, hitting her on the chin, and then dripping back down onto her tits. She took my cock in her hand and began milking me, coaxing every last drop of hot, sticky semen from cock. My eyes clouded over as my face began tingling. I was dimly aware of being on the verge of hyperventilation as spurt after spurt of cum exploded from my penis. Through the daze my orgasm I saw that her arm was working hard, the muscles tensed as her hand rubbed her clit vigorously. As her tongue caught the last few ropes of my creamy semen she began to whimper and moan. I was entranced by the cum sliding down her tits and face as her mouth opened up in an expression of sexual bliss. I could see my semen in her mouth, white and milky against the pink of her tongue. "Oh fuck," she gasped and then grasped my thighs to steady herself as her orgasm crested and ripped through her, "Jesus fuck!" "God, you're good at that," I managed. "That was incredible," she said, her cum-soaked tits pressed against my legs, "What a load of spunk." She looked so beautiful. I couldn't believe it was all happening. Shit like this never happens to guys like me. Not even once. This was the kind of thing that happened to better looking men with more money and far more sexual charisma. And yet, here she was. With me. Cindy began kissing my cock, gently loving on it and coaxing it back to attention. It did not take many kisses before I felt the familiar feelings return to my groin, and my dick began to harden. Cindy smiled as I sensed a renewed fire in her eyes. "Back to life already?" she asked with a grin. "Looks that way," I said. "You make it hard to be otherwise." "That makes two of us," she moaned as she began stroking my now rock hard shaft up and down. "Lets move inside," I suggested. She stood up and I just stared at her incredible body. She was so beautiful and perfect. Her figure was fluid and curved with a such a natural flow that I wondered if she had been pulled from some kind of elegant nude portrait. She was by no mean thin, but she was a woman who wore her weight well. As I watched her walk, her sexy body enticed me even further. She stepped inside and I watched her tight, high ass sway back and forth, and could see the swell of her breasts on her sides as they swayed with her walk. I got up and followed her into the house, my hard dick throbbing in front of me like some phallic indicator of what my heart desired. "The bedroom is upstairs," I said. "Let me lock up and I'll join you." "Don't keep me waiting too long," Cindy called as she went upstairs. With all the doors locked, I hurried up the stairs. As I entered my bedroom, I saw a sight I would never forget. Cindy was lying across the bed spread-eagle, with her sex open and revealed to me. The fingers of her right hand were deep inside her pussy while her left hand rubbed her clit. The "V" of her arms in that position pushed her tits together in two beautiful peaks. She was moaning softly with her eyes closed. I watched for a few minutes as she fingered herself. When her fingers emerged from her cunt, they were glistening with sumptuous nectar. "You are so horny," I climbed on the bed beside her. I leaned over her and took one of her swollen nipples into my mouth. "Eat my pussy, Dennis," she moaned. Her cunt was bare, clean-shaven and dripping wet. Cindy leaned her head back against her pillow, resting her silky thigh on my shoulder. I kissed all around her sex, licking and planting deep hot French kisses as I warmed her up even more. "Eat my cunt, baby please," Cindy whimpered as she ran her fingers over my scalp. I brought my lips to her cunt and licked gently, tasting her thick fluids. Her juices were stirred and ready, her anticipation running high as her hips bucked a little under my touch. I looked up at her, her face regarding me lustily from behind her mountainous breasts. I ran my finger along her slit and put it to my lips. Cindy smiled, thoroughly engrossed as I licked her juice from my fingertip. "Oh my God," she moaned as she watched my lick my finger clean, her hands tightening and releasing around my scalp. "Mmmm," I smiled and held her gaze as I lapped at her cunt. She leaned back a little, thrusting her hips out gently to give me better access. Cindy watched me, transfixed in a sexual daze as I ran my tongue up between the thick lips of her pussy and into the hot interior. I teased my way up her slit until I reached her swollen button. She shivered, her leg momentarily squeezing around my neck as I began licking her clit. Our eyes remained locked, staring at each other between the canyon of her tits. "Oh God," she moaned and tilted her face up to the ceiling. I licked and nibbled on her clit until it was engorged enough that I could suck it between my lips. Cindy shrieked as I suckled her clit into my mouth, teasing it and causing it to harden even more. I could feel her muscles shaking as I played with her. "Oh fuck yes," Cindy wheezed as she clasped her tits and began pulling on them, her fingers pinching her nipples and tweaking them as she squirmed. Her hips started rocking back and forth against my tongue as she neared her climax. Her juices were running down my chin and neck as I nibbled on her. Suddenly, she cried out and pushed her pussy hard against my face. Her arms flew back and hit the wall as she supported herself from falling over. "OHHHHHHHH!" she screamed and unleashed a flood of her sweet nectar. It splashed my face and I hurried to lap it up as she bucked against me, her breasts heaving under her rapid and shallow respirations. I couldn't believe it. I had made her squirt. "Oh baby, yes," she moaned and ran her hands through her hair, "Just like that." "Ready?" "Get your ass up here!" she practically screamed. I was happy to oblige. I moved up her body and our mouths met in a deep, hungry kiss. I positioned my cock at her entrance and she all but sucked me into her interior. I plunged all the way in on the first stroke, a maneuver that elicited a mutual moan of pleasure. Her muscles pulled and contracted around my thick shaft. Her heat was almost too much for me as we coupled together. Her breasts were pressed against my chest, and I could feel her nipples poking into me. We engaged in the missionary position, rocking our hips back and forth and kissing each other feverishly. As our pace increased I found her sucking on my tongue and biting my bottom lip. Her fingernails were digging into my back as I thrust in and out of her. "Let me..." she breathed between kisses, "... on top..." I rolled off her and onto my back, pulling her with me in one fluid motion. She straddled me and placed my swollen head at the entrance to her sex. My cock slipped into her wet pussy and I couldn't help but groan as she gave me a sexy half smile. I could feel her tighten and squeeze around my shaft as she began humping me, her hands braced against my pecs. "Yes," she whispered, and we started fucking like animals. She began riding my hard cock, her tits bouncing back and forth and up and down. Our skin slapped together violently as she slammed her pussy down on my shaft, my thrusts meeting her with equal force. We went on like this for a time that I couldn't measure. And then suddenly we flipped over again and her legs wrapped around my waist. I licked and bit at her earlobes as she feverishly sucked my tongue into her mouth. Our breathing was fast and short as my cock pistoned in and of her hot, sopping pussy. She scratched at my back and arms, her eyes locked on me with an almost rabid fever. She cried that she was coming as her tits jiggled beneath me, her juices seeping out onto the dark blue comforter. "Oh God," she whined and gasped. "Oh God yes," I growled, pinning her hands down beside her, my body functioning under pure instinct and adrenaline. "Come inside me!" she cried, "Do it!" I did. "Oh Cindy!" I cried out as my cock steeled itself, my head swelling one final time deep inside her. My body seized up and I spurted my load, my arms shaking violently. Cindy grabbed me and pulled me close, biting into my shoulder, her fingernails deep in the skin of my shoulder blades. We were panting and gasping as our mutual sex electrified between us in a wet and overwhelming finale. I collapsed on her and she held me. "Oh, my God," Cindy said. "Wow," I huffed. "You are amazing," she whispered and leaned forward, planting a hot kiss on my lips. "No, you are," I countered as her drenched sex rubbed against my cock in a delirious slide. Cindy smiled at me, "Just let me catch my breath..." "By all means," I smiled back (truth be told, I was seriously wondering just what kind of stamina she had... up until that point she had seemed insatiable) and held her close to me, her head on my chest as she listened to my heartbeat and my breathing slowly return to normal. She lay to my right, and I had my right arm around her shoulders. I ran my fingers slowly through her hair, trying to convey the tenderness I felt towards her. She traced her fingers lightly down my chest and around my hard nipples. I could see her smiling as she worked her way down in sensual loops and curves across my stomach and then to my thighs. Her touch was gentle and sweet as she ran her fingernails gently over my recovering cock. I smiled as she did and simply enjoyed her presence. She felt so wonderfully familiar that it scared me. As new and exciting as this was, I couldn't deny the connection I was beginning to feel with her. I hoped she felt it too. I ran my hand down over her back slowly, caressing and teasing across her spine and her hips and then down over the crests of her buttocks. She pressed herself gently against me, her hips snug against mine as she lay on her side next to me. I became bold and worked my finger along the crevasse of her ass and then down between her cheeks over her tight puckered hole. She responded by rubbing and playing with my dick as it hardened against my thigh. Her tongue and lips began to kiss my chest as she traced one finger up and down along my slowly lengthening cock. "Mmmm," she sighed against my chest, as my right hand slid down over the small of her back again. My left hand palmed over the swell of her breast, my fingers sliding around her nipple and coaxing it back to state of readiness. She pressed against me again, slipping her right leg over mine, squeezing me to her. I cupped her breast gently as she tipped her mouth up towards mine and we shared a long, passionate kiss. Our breathing became more pronounced as our kiss deepened and our tongues rolled wetly together. She suckled on my bottom lip, her breath sweet and warm. Her hair fell down and brushed against my face, getting caught up in the kiss. I pulled the loose strands out of my mouth and she laughed. I slid my fingers through her hair and pulled it back. "You up for another round?" she whispered and gave me deep, passionate kiss. "Do you even need to ask?" I looked at her with eyes that burned as she turned around and revealed her ass to me, her hands gripping the headboard of my bed. I positioned myself behind her and brought my cock to bear, the head resting between her ass cheeks. Grasping her hips, I inched forward and slipped my head into her pussy with a sudden thrust that caught her off guard. Her head snapped back and she let out a lusty moan as my cock sank into her cunt. Her sex was so hot and tight I thought I might lose it right there. Her muscles flexed around me and encouraged me to begin. "God, Cindy," I began thrusting, back and forth, increasing my speed and power as I went. "Oh yes," she whimpered, her voice accented by each thrust of my hips, "Just like that... yes... fuck... yes... harder, Dennis..." I began to push my hips faster and harder, trying to penetrate her as deeply as I could. I could hear angry sounding grunts grinding from my throat as sweat trickled down my chest and stomach. "Harder baby," she cried out as her tits jerked and swayed beneath her, her eyes shut tight, "Fuck YES!" The muscles in my stomach and hips were screaming as I gave her my all, balls slapping wetly against her thighs as I rammed her. "Yes!" she reached around with one hand and grabbed my ass, squeezing as her fingernails dug into my skin, "Do it!" I pounded her until she was shouting, her voice becoming high pitched and broken as she tried to handle the sensations of her overpowered sex. She moaned and her head snapped back as she gasped. I held onto her shapely hips and forced my cock into her depths. Her breathing was heavy and shallow as I rocked her. I could feel the spasmodic flexing of her pussy, threatening to milk the cum out of me before I was ready. Cindy arched her back and opened her mouth in a long drawn out gasp. Her whole body tensed and froze, her teeth bared in a growl of sexual fulfillment. I could only try and keep my breathing under control, try to not blow my wad too early. "Oh yes, Dennis... fuck..." she whispered breathlessly, her big breasts bouncing wildly as she let loose, her nipples pointed and hard. Her fingers found her clit and began furiously rubbing it as my cock plunged in and out of her. I grunted as she hammered herself. "Yes Dennis! YES!" she moaned, unabashedly in the throes of ecstasy. "Yes baby," I growled and grasped her hips tightly. "Fuck me!" she shouted. I slapped her jiggling buttocks hard. Cindy cried out, clenching her pussy around my shaft as she fingered her clit. She picked up the pace and began moaning so loud I wouldn't have been surprised if everyone in the neighborhood heard us. Her fingers worked her clit over until she suddenly began snapping her hips back. Cindy uttered a silent scream of overwhelming pleasure as her cunt spasmed and she came hard. Her muscles rippled and clenched so tightly around my cock that my field of vision exploded with stars and I blew my load. Cindy was holding her breasts, her head thrown back and mouth wide open as I unloaded my semen, my cock jerking and pumping. Finally, as my vision swam in and out of clarity and as my cock slowly deflated, we decoupled and collapsed on the bed in a sweaty heap. The springs creaked as they took our weight. I slid my arms around her and rested my face between her tits as she ran her hands over my neck and shoulders. "You okay?" I asked. "Oh yeah," she smiled and then added, "And you?" "I can die happy now," I breathed. Cindy stroked my cheek, "Now tell me that wasn't the best welcome to a new home you've ever had?" I hugged her tightly, "I can't because it was." "Damn straight," Cindy kissed me, "Now hurry up and get your wind back." "Why?" "You still horny?" "Yes." Cindy squeezed my right buttock, "So am I." *** THE END