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An Unexpected Reunion

By: Salsa105



I had just finished a hard day at work, and really wanted to get to my apartment, kick off my heels, and relax. There was a crowd waiting for the elevator, and we all pushed in as soon as the door opened. I wasn't paying attention to anyone around me. I knew most of them by sight, all arriving home about the same time, looking tired, and really not even wanting to pass the time of day. All of a sudden, I was jolted into awareness of hands around my waist. Before I could turn around, a voice whispered in my ear..."Hello stranger." 

I twisted around to see a face I hadn't seen in a couple of years. "Tony, is it really you? You are back here?" Tony grinned, nodding to my questions.

When I got to my floor, Tony left the elevator and walked to my door with me. After minutes of generalized conversation, he asked me if I knew anyone who could clean his apartment for him. His household goods had arrived, and everything was in a mess. I quickly told him I could take care of it for him, so he gave me a key, told me to come at my convenience, and he was off.

Several days later, I had time to start working on his apartment. II supposed I should mention that I had had a mild crush on him when he was living here before, but he was always too busy to even be aware that I was alive. Thinking he would be as busy as he was before, I didn't allow my thoughts to stray.

I was curious about his apartment, not being sure how neat a bachelor would be. The first thing that struck me was the male smell of the apartment. Very very faint, but it was there. I did a quick walk-through the apartment to see what I had to do, and in what order. I was interested in the bedroom. OOOOOhhhhhhh, he had a king-sized bed with one of those light fluffy comforters on top. Better get my mind off this. The bed seemed so big, could just picture all that room to make love on.

I was getting a lot done when, after several hours of hard work, when the worst possible thing happened. I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the bathroom floor, when I knocked over the bucket. I grabbed towels and soaked up the water, but I was wet from head to foot. Looking at the clock, I thought I still had plenty of time, so I took all my clothes off. I rinsed them off in the shower, wrung them out and hung them up to dry. I knew they would dry quickly. I felt I could continue to finish the bathroom because I knew Tony wasn't due to come home before I finished.

It didn't take long before the bathroom was sparkling. I took my cleaning things inside the tub/shower, sprayed and scrubbed the walls and tub before I turned on the water. After I finished rinsing the shower, I put all the cleaning materials outside the shower and started cleaning myself off. Gosh, but it felt good, so I put my head under the water and washed my hair. I didn't hear Tony come in the front door of the apartment. I guess I was singing a little too, and my eyes were closed. I felt a sudden draft of air...surprised, I opened my eyes and turned around. An electric shock went through my body, as I was face-to-face with Tony. I was too stunned to realize that I was standing there, completely naked, with water running down my body.

I started to explain why I was taking a shower in his bathroom, but he reached for me, drew my face to his, and I felt his tongue jabbing deep into my mouth. Before I could take a breath, his hands moved down and clamped onto my breasts. My nipples had gone rock-hard at his first kiss, so I knew there was NO use to protest. Besides, I had fantasized about this happening between us for the past two years. Tony reached down and turned off the water. 

It was then that I realized I was totally naked. I could feel my face flushing with embarrassment, but it quickly passed when I saw the look of appreciation in his eyes. He examined me from top to bottom. He turned me around and made the comment that I had a nice tight ass, to go along with my large rounded globes. Tony grabbed a big towel, helped me out onto the thick shower mat, and proceeded to dry me off. Not gently, but with man hands, so that each rub of the towel seemed like a caress that turned my nerve endings into fire.

I wanted to see Tony naked. I wanted to feel his body pressed against mine. I couldn't hold myself back any longer. Tony wrapped the towel around me and just told me to stand there for a minute, while he took his WET clothes off. I really had gotten him soaked but, from the grin on his face, I knew he wasn't all that upset about it. Watching him undress for real, as against all the times I had stripped him (in my imagination), I could feel myself getting hot. Just looking at his broad shoulders, strong arms, and a gorgeous cock, that was standing straight out from his body, I could feel a familiar wetness starting to drip down the inside of my thighs. My face immediately turned red, when I realized he saw me staring at the hardness of his dick.

Tony put his arm around me, led me into the bedroom and over to the bed. "This towel is damp now, why don't you get into bed and pull the comforter over you - your clothes aren't dry yet and you need to stay warm." Oh, the bed felt wonderful, and I could smell Tony, his maleness, his shaving lotion...I was getting weak just thinking of what might happen in the next few hours.

Tony had gone into the kitchen and he brought back two glasses of wine. He handed both glasses to me while he slipped into the bed, under the comforter also. We drank the drinks slowly, as if wanting to delay what was coming, the slight awkwardness of being almost strangers. Tony finished his drink first, put it on the bedside table, then quietly just started stroking my body. He was very gentle, just sort of exploring. He traced his fingers around my ears, down my neck, down over my chest, to my nipples. My tits were standing straight out, the nipples rock-hard. Tony KNEW what he was doing to me...my body was a traitor. I could no more disguise my rising desires than I could stop the moon from rising.

I had my legs crossed, so Tony wouldn't find out how wet I was from his increasingly intimate probings. His fingers were persistent, wanting to find out how he was affecting me. Oh oh oh, he knew how to make me open my legs. Tony bent down and started sucking on one nipple, his hand had crept up and was now molding and squeezing my other nipple. I could hold back no longer. I put my drink on the table, turned so I was facing him, put my arms around his head and held him as tight as I could to my tits. I was breathing hard and he knew I was as hot as I could get. As he slid his hand down my stomach, I raised my leg and put it over his, leaving me wide open to his eager fingers.

I wanted him to touch me...I wanted him to probe me...I wanted him all the way. I was losing myself in his embrace. I couldn't think any more. I raised my mound to his hand. I felt his fingers on my swollen cunt lips. His hand was on fire, as his fingers touched, stroked and rubbed me. I felt the wetness from my pussy and I knew he felt it too. I had to hold him...I had to touch him the way he was touching me. 

His other hand was under my ass, squeezing my cheeks, pressing upwards, so I would open wider to him. I HAD to have him...I had to touch him and, with a groan, I rolled us over so I was on top of him. His mouth left my nipple. I took the opportunity and I bent down and swiftly encased one of his nipples in my mouth. I hungered for it. I craved it. I was not too gentle, as my teeth scraped the very sensitive swollen tip. I could feel the sharp intake of his breath at the sudden pain. It quickly passed and I could feel the stiffness returning.

To Be Continued...

An Unexpected Reunion



Sitting back in her seat, Carla took another sip of her coffee, sucked on her cigarette and returned her attention to her newspaper. Skim reading the pages, her eyes flicked over the lines of text without taking in their content. Lost in a world of her own, she ignored the mass of humanity that buzzed purposefully around her. She absently ground the stub of her cigarette into the ashtray in front of her. Pausing only to take another mouthful of coffee, Carla turned the page then reached for her bag. Seconds later, with the filter tip of another cigarette between her lips, she flicked open her lighter and brought the flame towards the end of her cigarette. She inhaled deeply before expelling the smoke from her lungs with a sigh.

A voice intruded itself into her awareness. "Carla?" it said, "Carla Stevenson? Is that you?"

Puzzled, Carla looked up. A man, about the same age as herself, stood at the other side of her table. He had a friendly smile and his dark, brown eyes shone out from an attractive yet strangely familiar face. "I'm sorry," said Carla, trying to collect her thoughts and figure out where she knew this person from.

"It's me, Andy, Andy Rodgers" said the man, "We were at University together."

"Andy, of course," said Carla warmly, putting her newspaper down, "I'm sorry, I didn't recognise you.

Andy shrugged. "Well, it has been at least six years since we last saw each other so that's understandable, he said. "You haven't changed a bit," he added. "Mind if I join you?"

"Be my guest," replied Carla, folding her newspaper and putting it in her bag. "What brings you here?" she asked.

"Work," replied Andy with a shrug. "I work for the company that owns this hotel," he said, "I'm here for a couple of days doing an audit. What about you?"

"Much the same in a way, I guess," said Carla, "My boss is advising a local firm on their pension scheme and I'm helping out. This is where I'm staying while I'm in town."

"So where's your boss now?" enquired Andy.

Carla shrugged. "Out being wined and dined by the company's directors," she replied.

"While you're away from home, alone," said Andy, smiling warmly.

"C' est la vie," replied Carla, answering with a smile of her own.

Andy pulled out a chair and sat down at the table next to Carla. They drank and chatted, filling each other in about the events of the last six years. Carla learnt that Andy's sister, Avril, had got married to someone she'd met at university and was now living in Glasgow. She told Andy how she and another friend from University, Jane had shared a flat for a couple of years before she'd moved to America shortly after getting married.

"So you and Craig never did tie the knot then?" Andy enquired.

"No," replied Carla, "it finally fizzled out about four years ago. We're still very good friends and our paths still cross a couple of times a year." She smiled, wickedly. "He's still good for a damn good shag now and then."

"Some things never change," laughed Andy. "I was always slightly envious of him, you know?"," he added.

"Oh," said Carla, raising an eyebrow enquiringly, "Why?"

"Well, can you blame me when he had one of the hottest girls in our year for a girlfriend?" Andy teased.

"Nice of you to say so," replied Carla, "But I thought you and Sandra ..."

"Yeah well, there was Sandra," Andy said, cutting Carla off, "but that didn't go anywhere really."

"Really?" asked Carla, her surprise clearly evident, "you seemed quite a good match."

"Well, yes, I suppose we were, sort of" replied Andy, "we even kept it going for about six months after graduation until we realised that it was really just a physical thing. It was exciting but it was never really anything more than a bit of fun."

"But if you wanted to enjoy yourself more why didn't you? I mean, you were, and still are a good looking guy"

"Thanks," replied Andy with a shrug, "Dunno really, lack of confidence I guess."

Carla smiled and put a hand, consolingly on Andy's shoulder. As they'd talked, Andy had slowly pulled his chair closer to Carla's and Carla was aware, albeit, distantly, of Andy's knee brushing occasionally against her own.

Carla yawned. "I'm not boring you am I?" asked Andy. There was a note of apprehension in his voice.

"No, no! Not at all," replied Carla reassuringly, "It's just been a long day and it's starting to catch up with me a bit."

"Well," began Andy, enquiringly, "if you wanted too, I could grab a couple of bottles of wine from the bar, then we could head upstairs and carry on chatting?"

The suggestion had been casual, friendly even, yet Carla had to fight back a momentary surge of excitement before answering. "Sure," she said, pleased with herself that her voice sounded normal, "I'd like that."

Pausing only to collect two bottles of wine and a glass each from the bar, they made their way to Andy's room. Once inside, Carla shucked off her coat and sat down as Andy uncorked one of the bottles and filled their glasses. Handing one to Carla, Andy took a long sip of his own drink then sighed deeply. "Make yourself comfy," he said, "If you don't mind I think I'll grab a quick shower before I do anything else?"

"Go ahead," replied Carla, "Oh, but before you go, can I get out onto the balcony? I could do with a smoke."

"Still got some of your bad habits, I see," said Andy, laughing. He quickly unlocked the balcony window. "There you go," he said, "I'll only be a couple of minutes."

"Ta," said Carla as she watched Andy make his way to the bathroom. She stepped quickly out onto the balcony, dug her cigarettes out of her pocket, placed one between her lips and lit up. As she drew the smoke into her lungs she wondered where the evening was heading. Had she read more into Andy's invitation than there actually had been? Could Andy be looking for nothing more than a friendly chat? Carla didn't know. She had always had a bit of a soft spot for him at University but they hadn't been particularly close friends. Something in Andy's manner had suggested that he wanted more than just to spend the night talking about old times. Finishing her cigarette, Carla made her way back inside. Shutting the balcony window behind her, she poured herself another glass of wine and sat down at the table to wait for Andy.

Andy emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, dressed in a hotel bath robe. Carla smiled. "Company perk?" she teased. Smiling, Andy refilled his glass then crossed the room to sit next to Carla.

The wine, Carla found, had ignited a warm spot deep down inside her. The warmth slowly spread to engulf her. She found her gaze being drawn repeatedly to the opening in the front of Andy's dressing gown, an opening that grew tantalisingly wider every time he leaned forward to pick up or put down his glass. Tentatively, she reached out and put a hand on Andy's thigh. "You ... you don't mind do you?" she enquired.

Andy smiled. He could sense Carla's arousal. Her breathing had deepened, the skin around her neck was flushed. Andy opened his mouth to speak then, finding the words wouldn't come, he closed it again. He caught Carla's gaze, held it with his own and tried again. "Carla, I ..." Before he could say another word he found himself in Carla's arms, their lips pressed firmly together. Carla's hands slid inside Andy's dressing gown to caress and explore his body while Andy tugged at the buttons of Carla's blouse.

Their passion quickly grew. Their kisses became more urgent, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. Andy shivered as Carla's fingertips ran lightly up his spine. "Oh Carla!" he gasped, briefly breaking their kiss, "I must confess I've wanted this for a long time."

"Sshh!" replied Carla before silencing Andy by pressing her lips firmly against his once more.

Having undone Carla's blouse, Andy reached behind her to unhook her bra as she began to nibble lightly on his neck. He felt Carla's hand, warm against his chest and let out a soft sigh in response. "Mmm," he purred, "your hand is so soft."

Carla tried to struggle out of her blouse. Andy paused then helped her to remove it. He kissed Carla's cheek then stood up. Holding out his hand he said, "C'mon, let's go through to the bedroom." Carla nodded, took Andy's hand and stood up. Her bra joined her blouse on the floor. Kicking off her shoes, she undid her skirt and let it fall to the ground. Carla stepped out and let Andy lead her towards the bedroom.

Once inside, Carla melted into Andy's arms. They kissed. Andy's hands explored Carla's body. Carla reached up and pushed Andy's dressing gown off his shoulders. Andy stepped back and let it fall to the floor. Standing there, naked, he waited as Carla devoured him hungrily with her eyes. "Like what you see?" he asked, smiling.

"Of course I do!" replied Carla, "You've got fantastic body. I sort of suspected you would have."

"Really?" asked Andy, breathlessly.

"Yes, you were always so fit and sporty," replied Carla before pressing her lips firmly against Andy's once again.

The kiss was even more passionate than before. As their hands explored each other's bodies Carla felt Andy tugging at her knickers. She let him push them down over her hips, felt them fall to the ground then stepped out of them. With their lips pressed firmly together Carla let herself be guided towards the bed. She let a small laugh escape her as Andy gently, yet firmly, pushed her towards the mattress. Carla lay back, enjoying the scrutiny of Andy's gaze as he stared hungrily down at her.

"God, Carla, you're beautiful," said Andy as he climbed on to the bed beside her. Smiling, Carla reached out and gathered Andy to her. Their lips pressed together once more, their hands lightly caressed each other's bodies, tenderly exploring as their tongues entwined in each other's mouths.

Pausing briefly for breath, Carla asked, "Want me to give your back a rub?"

"Mmmm, That'd be nice," Andy murmured in reply.

Carla moved slightly, letting Andy turn over. As he lay on his front, she moved into position, sitting astride his legs. Leaning forward, Carla began to work her fingers into Andy's shoulders. He sighed as she skilfully proceeded to ease the tension in his tightly bunched muscles.

Working her hands down Andy's back, Carla smiled to herself as she felt his firm, well toned body beneath her fingers. She leaned forward, dragging her breasts along Andy's back as she kissed her way up his spine. Her nipples stiffened in response to the friction generated as they made contact with the hairs on his back. "Mmmmm, that feels good," Andy sighed as his Carla's fingers explored his back.

Carla leaned forward, planting a series of delicate kisses on Andy's neck and shoulders, her breasts pressed firmly against his back. "Glad you like it," she purred into his ear, "now turn over and I'll do your front."

Andy squirmed on to his back beneath her. Smiling, Carla leaned forward to kiss him as his hands roamed all over her body. His hands reached up to cup and squeeze her large, firm breasts as their lips pressed together. Carla sat up and pushed Andy away. She gave him a wicked grin as she pulled the cord from his discarded dressing gown, letting it slip through her fingers as she toyed with it. Still smiling, she deftly looped it over Andy's hands, pulling it tight around his wrists before tying it in a knot. She leaned forward to tie the loose ends of the cord around the end of the bed frame, her breasts rubbing against Andy's face. His tongue snaked out, licking over their soft skin. Carla gave a girlish laugh as she shook her body, jiggling and bouncing her breasts against his face, smothering him in her cleavage.

Slowly, Carla began to work her way down Andy's firm, well muscled body. The fine hairs on his chest rubbed against her erect nipples, adding to Carla's growing excitement.

With his hands tied above his head, Andy was powerless as Carla proceeded to tease him. He moaned as she kissed his stomach, her breasts rubbing against the insides of his thighs, his cock sliding between her firm, fleshy globes. She smiled up at him as she reached down to press her breasts together, squashing his cock between them.

"Oh, Carla! That's so good!" Andy gasped as his she rocked slowly back and forth, his cock sliding between her breasts.

"Glad you approve," Carla replied coyly before flicking her tongue over his knob as it poked from her cleavage. Andy groaned as Carla coated the head of his cock with a warm film of saliva.

"Damn!" Andy sighed, "Oh fuck yes!" he gasped as Carla took his knob into her mouth and slowly slid her lips along his shaft. As she worked her mouth back and forth she let her teeth drag lightly against his cock, her tongue swirling over its surface. Andy's hips bucked slightly, forcing his cock deeper into Carla's hot and hungry mouth. "Oh, Carla!!!!!" he moaned as she took the head into the back of her throat and swallowed repeatedly.

Letting Andy's cock slip from her mouth, Carla teased it with her breasts once more, letting them swing back and forth, brushing over its surface. "You like that?" she asked coyly?

"Oh God, yes!" Andy groaned.

"Well, I guess I'd better let you have some more," she replied.

Carla reached forward and began to stroke Andy's dick lightly. Up and down, over and over, with slow, gentle strokes, her hand glided along his shaft. "God that feels great," gasped Andy. Carla smiled and began to run her tongue up the inside of his thighs as her hand continued its relentless stroking.

"Ohhh!" Andy sighed as Carla's tongue worked its way up from his balls to the crown. She swirled her tongue around the engorged head and flicked the slit with the tip of her tongue before opening her lips wide to accept his cock into her mouth once more.


Andy moaned softly as Carla's lips worked their way steadily up and down his prick. Cupping his balls in one hand, she squeezed gently as her other hand worked in tandem with her mouth. The sighs of pleasure escaping from Andy proclaimed that her work was being appreciated as she licked and sucked his engorged knob.

"Mmm, that feels so good!" Andy moaned as Carla swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. She increased her pace and her head began to bob up and down faster and faster taking the head of his cock deep into the back of her throat with every stroke.


Andy's balls felt full and heavy as she stroked and squeezed them. His cock twitched involuntarily inside her mouth. Carla could sense his pent up frustration as beads of pre-cum began to ooze from his slit.

A groan from Andy made Carla realise that she had brought him to the brink. His breath was coming in gasps as his climax approached. "Oh Carla ... Carla!" he moaned as she sucked hard on his cock. Her hand beat more rapidly along his shaft as she slid her mouth back so that only the very tip of his cock remained in her mouth. Andy's hips began to thrust as she flicked her tongue over the slit, licking away the increasing flow of pre-cum.

Carla felt him tense. "Oh yes! Oh Carla! Oooohh!" he moaned. Carla let her mouth go slack. She sucked hard and felt his body shudder as his cum began to surge from his cock. She swallowed hard as jet after jet of Andy's cum filled her mouth. It took all of her concentration to ensure that not a single drop escaped as cum erupted from his cock like a geyser in full flow. When at last he began to subside Carla used her hand to squeeze the last few drops into her mouth. Satisfied, finally that there was no more to be had, Carla let his cock slip from her mouth. She licked her lips, looked up and smiled. "Somebody need that!" she exclaimed with a smile.

"Too right I did!" Andy sighed, "that was amazing!"

"Glad you liked it," Carla purred before kissing her way up Andy's body again.

As she kissed him on the lips, she untied the cord from around his wrists. Andy wrapped his arms around her and held Carla tightly as they kissed. Carla could feel Andy's heart pounding in his chest.

"Time to repay the compliment, I guess," Andy said as he broke away and began to kiss his way down Carla's neck. Carla moaned, her fingers digging into the skin of Andy's back as he gently nibbled on her shoulders. Andy moved down further, his tongue working its way around the curve of Carla's breasts, his hands cupping and squeezing them lightly as his tongue explored their surface.

"Oh fuck, that's good," moaned Carla as Andy coated her tits with a warm, wet film of saliva, his strong hands softly massaging it into her skin. Andy lay with one leg between Carla's and Carla began to grind her mound against her lover's thigh, moaning softly as the friction of the contact stimulated her clit. Andy increased the pressure of his leg against Carla's pussy as Carla rocked her hips up and down, moaning softly as the pleasurable sensations spread through her.

Concentrating on Carla's left breast, Andy sucked the nipple between his lips, flicking the tip with his tongue as he bit down gently on it. "Oooooh yessss!" Carla gasped, her hips bucking even more forcefully. Andy moved his attention to the other breast, repeating the process, sucking as much of it as he could into the warm confines of his mouth. Carla's head tossed from side to side, moaning softly in response to a warm tingling feeling that was spreading through her body.

Leaving Carla's breasts reluctantly behind, Andy began to move down further. Carla's body trembled in anticipation as he kissed his way down over her flat stomach, pausing briefly to probe her bellybutton with his tongue. "That tickles," giggled Carla, playfully giving Andy a slap.

"Sorry," replied Andy, smiling broadly before beginning his downward journey once more.

Positioning himself between Carla's legs, Andy ran his tongue up the inside of her thighs. Carla sighed as Andy teased her with his tongue, running it up the inside of her thigh, almost touching her enflamed lower lips before retreating down the other side. Again and again, he brought his mouth towards Carla's pussy, pulling away each time at the very last second as Carla's body trembled in anticipation. "Quit teasing!" Carla demanded finally, having endured what seemed like an eternity of torment. Smiling to himself, Andy continued the slow approach and retreat of his tongue.

Carla moaned with frustration. "Andy, you sod. Eat me!" she wailed, "Eat my fucking pussy!"

Andy decided to take pity on her. Moving forward, his tongue poked out, slipping between Carla's wet lower lips. "Yeeeesssss!" cried Carla as she felt Andy's tongue work its way along her slit with a gentle, feather like touch. Almost at once she felt the first stirrings of her latent orgasm, Andy's teasing had aroused her beyond measure. Carla had to force herself to relax, to prevent herself from cumming too soon so that she could enjoy the sensations of Andy's tongue on her pussy.

Andy savoured the taste of Carla's juices as they flowed copiously over his tongue, coating his cheeks and chin with their warm, stickiness. He gently sucked on Carla's enflamed labia, drawing each one between his lips and running his tongue along its edge. Carla writhed in ecstasy as Andy's tongue explored every fold and crevice of her pussy, darting occasionally in and out of her tunnel, lapping at her juices. She wound her fingers in Andy's hair, pulling his head forward, increasing the pressure of her lover's tongue on her sensitive flesh.

"Oh fuck, yesss!" moaned Carla as Andy's tongue flicked over her clit. Her body shuddered involuntarily in response to his touch. She could feel the pressure beginning to mount once more, the warm glow of impending orgasm spreading through her body.

Carla's fingers detached themselves from Andy's hair and began to clutch at the duvet as the sensations inside her increased steadily in intensity. Her clit throbbed almost painfully as Andy's tongue flicked over it rapidly. "Oooooohhhhhhh!" she moaned as she felt the first rippling contractions in her pussy. Biting her lip, Carla gripped the duvet even more tightly, her knuckles turning white as she fought to hold on.




An Unexpected Reunion



Andy could sense the growing tension in Carla's body. He sucked the swollen bulb of Carla's clit into his mouth and began to hum as his tongue flicked over its tip. Carla tried desperately to hold back, to savour the deliciously painful moment of pre-orgasmic release for as long as possible. She wanted to scream, every nerve felt as if it was on fire as she struggled to maintain control of her body.

The dam burst as Andy sucked harder on Carla's throbbing clit. Moaning loudly, her back arched, her hips bucking wildly as she came. "Oooooohhhhhhh!" she cried as powerful spasms shook her body. Andy continued to lick, slowly working his tongue up and down Carla's wet slit. Carla flinched with every touch, moaning with pleasure. Her thighs clamped tightly around Andy's head as her orgasm peaked, subsided then peaked again and again until finally, unable to take anymore, her body went limp.

Andy moved up the bed, pausing briefly to plant a kiss on each of Carla's breasts. "Oh hell, that was fantastic!" sighed Carla before pressing her mouth firmly against Andy's, tasting herself on her lover's lips. The kiss they shared was slow and leisurely, their caresses lovingly tender as Carla recovered from her tumultuous climax, her body still trembling in the aftermath of her release.

"I hope you enjoyed that," Andy said softly. "Enjoy it!" gasped Carla, "Are you for real? That was unbelievable, just what I needed. I should have had you years ago! I can't believe I allowed myself to miss out on that," she added cheekily

Andy smiled. "Good," he said quietly, "thank you."

Carla laughed. "It's me who should be thanking you," she said, "and I will too. Just as soon as a certain part of you recovers." Her lips closed on Andy's once more, the intensity of the kiss slowly increasing. Carla's gently caressing hands became more focussed, concentrating their attention on Andy's sensitive areas.

"Mmmmm, that feels nice," Andy sighed as Carla's hands slid over his body.

"Ssshh," said Carla, silencing him with a lingering kiss.

Slowly, Carla kissed her way down Andy's taut body, taking time to tease his nipples with her tongue before continuing downward again. She stroked his cock gently and felt it stir in her hand. "Mmmmmm," she purred, 'that's looking promising. Would you mind if I gave it a little help to get it ready again?"

"What sort of help did you have in mind?" Andy asked.

"Oh, just something a bit like this," Carla said coyly as she rested her head on Andy's lap and took the head of his cock into her mouth again.

"Um ... er ... I, er, I don't think I mind at all," Andy said, somehow managing to get the words out as Carla began to suck.

Carla's mouth slid effortlessly back and forth along the length of Andy's cock. He moaned as her tongue swirled around its head then gasped as she took him deep into her mouth, his knob pressed against the back of her throat as she swallowed. "Oh fuck, Carla, that's good!" Andy groaned as she slowly but surely sucked his cock back to full hardness, her hands cupping and squeezing his balls as her hot, wet mouth engulfed his growing hardness.

Finally, Carla let Andy's cock slip from between her lips. She smiled then said, "That's enough of that. Now I want you to get on top of me and give me a nice, long, hard fuck." Andy smiled as Carla stretched out on the bed beside him and opened her legs, suggestively fingering her pussy as she waited for him to comply.

Andy didn't hesitate. Within seconds he was lying on top of her, his mouth pressed firmly against hers, the head of his cock pressing at the entrance of Carla's pussy. "Fuck me, Andy!" Carla purred, "I want to feel your cock inside me."

Andy began to press forward. His cock began to slowly slide, inch by inch, into Carla's hot, wet pussy. "Mmmmmmm!!" Carla sighed as she felt his cock fill her, stretching her pussy as it slid in deeper, "Oh God, that feels good!"

Slowly, Andy began to move, sliding his cock in and out with long, slow strokes. Carla moaned and squirmed beneath him as he pinned her to the bed. "Harder, Andy! Harder!" Carla urged, digging her fingernails into the cheeks of his arse. Andy increased his pace as Carla urged him on, driving his cock into her with increasing force.

Carla reached up and pulled Andy's face towards her, kissing him deeply, her tongue swirling in his mouth as she ran her hands down his back to grip his taught buttocks again, savouring the feeling of having him inside her. She pulled her legs back, opening herself up, allowing Andy to sink in deeper.

The slapping sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room. The bed groaned in protest beneath them. Carla's cries of pleasure increased in volume as Andy's cock pounded her.

As Andy's cock plunged in and out, Carla began to play with her breasts. Andy raised himself up, giving Carla more room. The shift in weight pinned her even more firmly to the bed, increasing the friction as his pubic hair tickled her swollen clit. Carla squeezed her breasts, tugging at her nipples as Andy's prick impaled her. Suddenly, her body began to shake. "Ooooooooh fuck! I'm cummmmmmming!" she gasped as her sudden climax took her by surprise.

They rolled over and Carla briefly eased herself off Andy's cock as she savoured her orgasm. "Fuck! That was good," she sighed contentedly as her body shook. Reaching between her legs, she gripped his cock and began to run it back and forth along her slit, flicking her clit with its head. Carla teased herself for several moments before guiding the swollen head of Andy's prick towards the warm, wet entrance of her pussy once again. "Ooooohhhhhhh!" she sighed as she pushed her hips back, feeling Andy's knob stretch her as she lowered herself slowly on to him again.

"Oh Carla!" Andy gasped as he felt the moist warmth of her pussy engulf his cock as she impaled herself on its length.

Slowly at first then gradually increasing her pace, Carla rocked her hips back and forth. Andy moaned as his cock slid in and out of her with a soft, wet squelching sound. Carla flexed the walls of her pussy around his cock, milking his shaft inside her. "God, Carla, I love that," Andy moaned as the sensations added to his increasing tension. Carla smiled as she clenched her pelvic muscles even tighter.

"Oh fuck!" Andy sighed as Carla rode his cock with increasing abandon, coating his cock with the warm wetness of her juices as she impaled herself on its length. His hips began to buck, driving his cock deeper into her cunt as she slid back and forth along his length.

Grinding her hips up and down, Carla rode Andy's cock as he reached up to cup and caress her large breasts. "Oooooooooohhhhhhh, mmmmmmm," she sighed as he teased her stiff nipples with his thumbs.

Reaching forward, Andy sucked one nipple into his mouth and teased it with his tongue. Carla sighed and Andy turned his attention to the other. "That feels sooo good," Carla moaned as Andy's tongue coated her breasts with saliva, "Make them wet all over."

As Andy's hands rubbed his saliva into the soft skin of her breasts, his fingers teasing her stiff nipples as his hands slid over her skin, Carla suddenly found herself on the brink of a climax. She increased her pace, sliding up until only the very tip of Andy's cock remained inside her, holding him there briefly before slamming down, impaling herself on him. Andy thrust his hips upwards, stabbing his cock deep inside her. "Oh ... Oh ... Oh yessss ..." she gasped as Andy's hard cock filled her, igniting her orgasm.

With her body shaking and her eyes screwed tightly shut, Carla let the waves of her climax break over her as she rode Andy's cock, her hips moving of their own volition. She murmured dreamily to herself as the sensations took her. Her orgasm slowly rose to a shuddering peak. Carla strained to hold on, extracting the maximum pleasure from her climax until finally, with a low sigh, she let its energy dissipate

Carla opened her eyes and smiled down at Andy. "I want you on top of me again," she purred, still gently rocking against his cock. "I want you to fuck me so hard it hurts!" she demanded.

They rolled over, Andy's cock still buried deep in Carla's pussy. Carla clasped her hands above her head as Andy started to pump rhythmically in and out, pinning her to the bed. Andy reached forward and wrapped his fingers around Carla's wrists, restraining her as he plunged into her warm, wet depths.

The soft squelching of Andy's cock as he drove it into Carla's pussy, the slapping of their bodies as they collided together filled the room as Andy fucked her with long, hard, powerful thrusts. Carla's moans of pleasure insinuated themselves into the spaces between the sounds of their passion. "Oh yes, fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Fuck it hard!" Carla demanded as she brought he legs up, letting Andy sink deeper into her body as, with her ankles crossed, she rested her feet on his arse.

Breathing hard, Andy increased his pace, pulling right out before slamming back in. The force of his thrusts pushed Carla up the bed until her head pressed against the headboard

"Harder!" Carla urged, "Fuck me harder" she cried. She flexed the walls of her pussy around his shaft. "I love feeling your balls slap against my arse when you fuck me," she murmured as Andy pounded her still harder.

"Carla! Oh, Carla!" Andy gasped as he felt his climax approach.

"Yes! Oh fuck yessss! Oh Andy!" Carla cried as the force of his fucking drove her towards the precipice once again.

"Oh fuck ... Oh fuck ... Oh Carla, I'm cumming!" Andy gasped as his seed began to rise.

"Oh yes, Andy, give it to me! Fill me with your cum," Carla moaned as her womb contracted.

They came together. Carla's body heaved below Andy's as she felt his body go rigid and his rich, hot fluid flood into her tunnel. "Oh ... Oh ... Oh ..." Andy groaned as his hips surged forward, releasing another jet of cum deep inside Carla's body with every thrust.

"Yes ... Yes ... Oh fuck ... Yessssss!" Carla cried as fire coursed through every nerve, the waves of her climax washing over her.

With sweat dripping from his brow, Andy collapsed on top of Carla, releasing his grip from around her wrists. Carla wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him towards her, kissing him deeply as they let their shared ecstasy consume them.

As they lay in each other's arms, their bodies still joined, basking in the glow of their shared pleasure, Andy turned and starred into Carla's eyes. "Would you like to stay tonight?" he asked. "I can set my alarm so that you've plenty of time to nip back to your room for your things in the morning?"

Carla smiled. She reached out to stroke Andy's cheek. "How much time is plenty of time?" she asked playfully.

"I don't know," replied Andy, "How much time do you need?"

"You mean, how much time do we need, don't you?" asked Carla.

"I guess I do," replied Andy contentedly, turning his head slightly to kiss Carla's fingers. "Is that a 'yes' then?" he asked.

"What do you think, silly?" asked Carla, pulling Andy's body tightly against hers before kissing him once again.



An Unexpected Reunion



I decided to go out to my old neighborhood and have a few drinks one Friday night to watch a baseball game, when I felt a light tap on my shoulder.

As I turned around, I looked into a face that I hadn't seen since I had lived in the neighborhood. "Oh my God, that is you!" the woman exclaimed. 

Kathy literally was the girl next door when we were kids, and we had grown up together. We were both maybe six or seven when my family moved in next to hers, and we were in our senior year of High School when her family moved out. During that time, we were like best friends, and had even dated for a short time.

Looking at the beautiful woman standing in front of me, long, strawberry-blonde hair, dressed in a light-colored blouse, short skirt and heels, with the stunning, bright blue eyes, I couldn't believe that this was the same person that used to be my neighbor and first girlfriend. 

While the girl back then was very pretty, in a plain sort of way, the woman I was looking at now was gorgeous. Short and thin, with little more than bumps on her chest back then, this woman was a few inches taller, had a fuller body, and was showing a bit of cleavage.

"Kathy?" I asked, shocked. "My God, I haven't seen you in, what almost thirty years!"

Stepping in to give me a hug, she said, "Has it been that long? You look great!"

"Thank you," I replied. "What about you? You look incredible!"

Taking the empty seat next to me, Kathy sat down, and I ordered us both a drink. "Thank you," she said. "Not the same little girl that you remember, huh?"

Laughing, I replied, "Not at all!"

"Yeah, I didn't really start to fill out until I had my first kid," she told me. "After that, it was like my body made up for lost time."

"Well, it looks like time paid you back well," I said.

Laughing, she looked down her body, and said, "Yeah, I can't complain too much. Although, I do wish that I had a bit more to show back then."

"Hey, I never complained," I told her. "I liked what I saw back then."

Laughing again, she replied, "Yeah, I remember. I liked what I got to see, too."

Seeing the smirk on her face, I knew that she was flashing back to the same memories that I was.

When we were dating, we were both into sports, her running track and me wrestling and playing football, so we never had a lot of time to spend together.

When we could, though, we used to spend a lot of time hanging out in her parents' basement. Her father had built a rec room down there for his kids, and as the youngest, Kathy was the only one still living at home at that point.

Being the hormone-driven adolescents that we were, we spent quite a bit of that time making-out, which quickly led to petting. We were both inexperienced at the time, and we enjoyed exploring each other's bodies, as best we could, considering that her parents were one floor above us. 

I particularly remembered one night, a New Years Eve, when her parents were out. We already knew that Kathy's family was moving away, so we wanted this to be a special night for us.

We had gotten to the point where she let me feel her small breasts under her shirt, and she would squeeze my bulge through my jeans. That night, with an empty house, we stepped things up a notch. I had her blouse unbuttoned, and was squeezing and kissing her bare titties, while she had unzipped my pants and slipped her hand into my tighty-whities.

Wrapping her hands around my hard cock, Kathy gasped, and whispered, "Can I see it?"

Having never shown myself to a girl at that point, I was nervous, but I nodded to her. She got down on the floor between my legs and pulled my pants down to my ankles, and my hard cock sprang into view.

"Oh my god!" Kathy exclaimed. "That's huge! That's even bigger that Jimmy's!"

Jimmy was her older sister's boyfriend at the time, and I asked how she knew how big he was.

"I snuck down here late one night, when this was Barb's bedroom, and saw them having sex," Kathy explained. Barb was her older sister by about five years, and the subject of many of my teen fantasies, especially when I could see her sunbathing in the yard wearing her bikini.

I sat back and moaned as Kathy told me how she watched them, as she slowly stroked my shaft, which felt harder and bigger than it ever had, while she never took her eyes off of my erection.

"That was the only one that I've ever seen, until now," she said softly, as she continued to stroke me.

Being my first time with a girl, it didn't take long until I felt myself start to shake. 

"Ohh yeah!" I moaned loudly as I felt what seemed to be a gallon of sperm explode out of my spasming shaft.

I heard Kathy exclaim, "Ohh!" as I came. Looking down as my body came back to Earth, I saw that she had pointed my cock at her chest as I exploded, and she was looking at all of my cum, dripping from her tits.

One glob was hanging from her perky nipple, which to my amazement was long and stiff, and pointy upwards, and I watched as she wiped it off with her finger and brought it to her mouth.

"Mmm, tasty," she said as she licked her finger clean. "Now I see why Barb wanted Jimmy to finish in her mouth!"

After Kathy cleaned herself off, we sat and cuddled in her basement until her parents came home. I tried to get her to let my repay the favor, but she said that she was afraid, and that I would just have to settle for what she did.

We never had a chance to repeat that night, and Kathy moved away a couple of months later. I always remembered that night, though, and wondered what would have happened if she hadn't moved away.

As I looked at her sitting next to me in the bar, I knew that she was thinking about the same thing, and she smiled at me and blushed lightly.

We spent the next couple of hours catching up on each other's lives. She told me that after college, she had taken a job on the West Coast and gotten married to her college sweetheart.

She had just finalized her divorce, and wanted to bring her two girls back home. She was even looking at houses in the neighborhood. I told her about my divorce and my kids, and we continued to drink, talk, and catch up.

Soon, though, it was closing time, and I walked Kathy to her car. I could tell that she was wobbly on her feet, and I didn't want her to drive like that, so I told her that I would drive her home.

"You don't have to do that," she tried to argue. "I can take a cab."

"No, I don't HAVE to do that," I told her, "I WANT to do that. Why waste money on a taxi?"

"Ok," she finally relented, "but I'm staying at a hotel, downtown."

"Really? You're staying downtown?" I asked.

"Yeah," she responded. "My company agreed to transfer me back here, and they are putting me up for the weekend, so I can look for a place."

"Wow!" I said. "Not a problem," and started walking her to my truck.

As we got to my truck, I opened the passenger door for Kathy to let her in, and we locked eyes. I wanted to lean in and kiss her, but I wasn't sure how she felt, so I let the moment pass. 

Driving downtown, we talked a bit about when we were kids, and finally, she brought up the time that we spent dating.

Turning to face me, she asked, "Do you ever think about that New Year's Eve, in my basement?"

Smiling, I told her, "Yeah, I do."

"Do you ever wonder what would have happened if we hadn't moved away?" she asked.

Looking at her while I waited for a red light, I told her, "Actually, I don't have to wonder too much. I think that if you had stayed there much longer, we would have been each other's first."

"Really?"she responded.

"Yeah, I do," I told her. "What I do wonder, though, is why nothing ever happened in the time we had left, if I can be totally honest."

Kathy hesitated, and then said, "Truthfully, I wanted more to happen that night, but I was scared. After that, I just never had the guts, or the chance to get you completely alone. I was too scared to do anything with my parents home, and with the move coming up, they were always home."

"I understand," I told her. 

She slid closer to me, and placed her hand on my leg, just above my knee, and we drove in silence.

When we got to the hotel, Kathy looked at me and said, "Will you escort me to my room?"

Smiling, I told her that I would be happy to, and gave the keys to the valet, as Kathy told him her room number.

As the elevator doors closed, Kathy looked at me and reached out. As I stepped in to her, she pulled me in tight and kissed me. Wrapping her arms around me, she held me tight and kissed me with a passion that both surprised and enticed me.

All too soon, the elevator stopped, and the doors opened. As we walked down the hall, she hooked her arm in mine and we walked leaning against each other.

When we approached her room, Kathy reached into her purse and handed me her key card, allowing me to open the door. 

Being a gentleman, I opened the door and waved her in. She giggled and walked in, wiggling her hips as she passed me.

I walked in behind her and locked the door. She turned to face me and pushed me up against the wall.

As she pressed her body against mine, Kathy kissed me. It started as a soft, tentative kiss, but soon turned very hot and passionate.

She wrapped her arms around me, holding me tight, and gave me a long, wet, deep kiss, moaning into my mouth as our tongues wrestled. 

Our hands soon started sliding all over each other's bodies, and it wasn't long before I had my hands on her firm ass and was pulling it in tight to me.

As I was squeezing her ass with one hand, I reached up with the other and grabbed a handful of her long, silky hair.

Kathy gasped as I pulled back on her hair, and moaned loudly as I started nibbling and sucking on her neck, just below her ear.

"Oh my god!" she whispered, as she rubbed her hips against me and slid her hands across my back while I kissed and nibbled my way around her long, sleek neck. 

It wasn't long before I was kissing my way down along the neckline of her blouse, unbuttoning it bit by bit, while I started sliding her skirt up with my other hand. 

As soon as I had my hands on her panty-covered ass, my fingertips gliding across the lace like I was reading Braille, Kathy placed her hands on my shoulders, and with a low, sexy growl, pushed back against me, pinning me up against the wall.

"Stand right there," she ordered me, as she looked me in the eye.

I did as I was told while I watched as Kathy pulled her blouse out of her skirt. Maintaining her eye contact with me, she finished unbuttoning her blouse, shrugged it off of her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. 

I stood there smiling and started rubbing my hardening cock through my pants as she reached behind her back and slowly lowered the zipper to her skirt. That movement thrust her lace-covered breasts out at me, and I guessed them to be a large "B" or small "C" cup.

"Why don't you leave that for me," she said softly as her skirt pooled around her ankles.

My jaw dropped as I looked over her body, now clad in only an off-white lace bra and a matching thong. Her body may have filled out since she I had seen it last, but she still looked amazing. Her long, thin, lean body did not look a day over twenty-five, and certainly did not look like she could have had three kids.

Her lacy, cream-colored bra and panties were a beautiful match with her pale skin tone, and as she turned for me, showing off her body, her heels made her firm legs seem even longer.

"You like?" she asked, as she stepped back towards me.

"Incredible!" I managed to whisper, as she brought her lips to mine.

"Thank you," she replied softly, as she reached around to her back. As I saw her pull back on her bra strap, I reached out my hands and wrapped my fingers around her forearm.

"Why don't you leave that for me," I said, repeating her words from a few minutes before.

Smiling, Kathy said softly, "Ok," and stepped back towards me again.

Pressing her body against mine, keeping me pinned up against the wall, she softly placed her lips on mine. As she gently kissed me, applying the slightest amount of pressure with both her lips and her body, I started to slide my hands up along her sides.

When my thumbs lightly passed over the sides of her lace-covered breasts, I felt her body shake, and she gasped lightly. Reaching up with her small hands, she wrapped her fingers around my wrists and lowered them to my sides.

Wordlessly, she held my arms down, and slowly started to kiss her way along my neck, and down my chest.

Mimicking what I had done earlier, Kathy started to unbutton my shirt as she kissed her way down my chest. When she had my shirt undone, she kissed her way back up towards my neck and slid my shirt off of my shoulders.

As my shirt dropped to the floor, she started kissing her way back down my chest, going wider this time.

"It looks like somebody has been staying in shape," she said softly as she flicked her tongue across my nipple. 

"I try," I gasped as I felt the lace of her bra sliding down my body as she continued to kiss her way down over my belly.

As she knelt in front of me, Kathy started to open my pants. "I can't wait to see how well you've kept this guy in shape," she said, as she lowered my zipper.

All I could do was moan in delight as her soft lips crossed over my belly across the top of my boxers as she lowered my pants to the floor. 

"Mmmm," I heard her moan as she kissed the bulge in my shorts while she helped me step out of my pants. 

Kathy then started to tease me by kissing my inner thighs, the bulge on my boxers, and flicking her tongue in and out of the gap in the fly caused by my hard cock. I moaned as I felt the tip of her wet tongue make contact with my shaft, and I sank further back into the wall.

Finally, after minutes of torturing me like that, Kathy reached up and slipped her fingers into the elastic waistband of my shorts. She dragged her fingernails along my thighs as she started sliding my boxers down my legs, and I moaned in pleasure.

When her progress was slowed by the waistband getting stuck on my stiff rod, Kathy moved her hands to the bottoms of the leg holes.

Looking up at me with a smile, she gave a quick yank on my shorts, and they dropped down over my bulge and slid further down my legs.

As my hard cock sprung free, it almost slapped Kathy in the nose, and her eyes went wide. "It looks like I'm not the only one who filled out a bit with age," she said as she softly wrapped her fingers around my thick shaft. "This is even bigger than I remember it."

She started to slowly stroke me as she helped me step out of my shorts, which were wrapped around my ankles. 

"Oh my god!" she whispered just before she slowly started to wrap her lips around the head of my cock.

"Oh my god!" I repeated as I felt her soft, wet lips slowly slide down the length of my hard shaft.

Kathy slowly bobbed her head up and down on my pole for a short minute, and then pulled back slightly, letting the head slip from her mouth.

"This is so big!" she said softly as she stroked my cock. Pushing the head back against me belly, she slowly dragged her tongue along the length of my shaft, starting from my balls, and then flicking her tongue quickly along the rim of my cockhead, going all the way around it. 

"Oh yeah!" I moaned. "That feels so good!"

As I looked down at her, Kathy wrapped her lips around my cockhead and looked up at me. While she maintained eye contact, she slowly slid her full, luscious lips all the way down the length of my shaft, until I was as deep as she could take me. Her lips were stretched wide as they held me in her mouth, and she looked like she was smiling up at me.

Never taking her eyes off of mine, she again started to bob her head up and down, and then plunged all the way down again.

As I gasped louder, Kathy reached up and took my hands in hers. While I watched, she brought my hands to the back of her head. As I placed one hand on top of her head, holding her in tight, with the other, I grabbed a hand-full of her strawberry blonde hair.

When she felt me pulling tight on her hair, Kathy started to moan around my cock, and tried to take me deeper down her throat.

She held me deep for a second, and then started to bob her head again. As I held tight to her hair, I began pulling her head back and forth, moving her faster, and Kathy moaned again, louder.

After a couple of minutes, I dropped her hair and flattened my hands against the wall, for support.

"Oh my god, baby," I gasped. "If you keep that up, you're gonna make me cum!"

Kathy plunged her head forward, until I could feel the head of my cock pressing against the back of her throat. As she shook her head back and forth, I reached back down and laced my fingers into her hair again.

She pulled her head back again, and smiled up at me. "As much as I'd like to taste your cum again, after all these years, I want to feel you inside me first," she said, standing up.

As I leaned against the wall trying to regain my senses, Kathy grabbed a hold of my hand and led me towards the bed.

She stepped in towards me, and we wrapped our arms around each other as we kissed again. My hard cock, still wet with her saliva, was pressed against her lace-covered mound, and I could feel the heat radiating off of her.

Opening my eyes briefly, I saw a floor-to-ceiling mirror on the wall at the side of the bed. As I pulled my lips from hers, I turned her towards the mirror, slid my hands down her arms, and wrapped my fingers around her slim wrists.

I lifted her arms and leaned her forward, placing her hands on the mirror. Pressing my body against hers, I took a handful of her hair and pulled back on it, causing Kathy to gasp loudly.

"I want you to keep your eyes open, and your hands on the mirror," I whispered to her, as I started to kiss and nibble on her exposed neck.

Kathy moaned and slowly wiggled her hips against me, and watched in the mirror as I worked on her neck. I wrapped my free hand across her chest and started to softly squeeze her breasts, and she began to hump her ass up and down against my stiff cock.

I bit softly on her neck, just behind her ear lobe, as I pulled back harder on her hair and slid my fingertips inside her bra, teasing her stiff nipple. Kathy moaned loudly and arched her back, pressing it against my chest.

As I looked at her in the mirror, I noticed that her eyes were shut, so I quickly pinched her nipple. She gasped, and her eyes flew open, looking at my reflection.

"I want you to keep those beautiful eyes open," I said softly, as I kissed her neck again. 

Kathy whimpered her agreement and kept her eyes on mine.

I released her hair and slid my fingers out her bra and brought both hands to her back. As she watched my movements in the mirror, I slowly unhooked her bra and let it hang loosely from her shoulders.

I stepped back into her and wrapped both of my arms around her body. I felt her sigh as I placed one hand on her chest and the other on her belly and slowly slid them across her front.

Finally, after teasing her for a few seconds, I slid both hands underneath her bra and cupped her breasts in my hands.

Kathy moaned and started to close her eyes as I softly squeezed her breasts. She popped her eyes open as soon as she felt me start to pinch her hard nipples, so I gently rolled them between my fingers instead.

I was surprised at how firm her breasts felt, and I could feel her stiff nipples poking into my hands as I squeezed them. While I continued to do this, I was pressing my hard cock in between her firm asscheeks, and Kathy's breathing started getting heavier.

Kathy moaned as I slid my hands further up her chest, and I started sliding her straps down her arms.

Sliding her hands down the mirror, we both watched as her bra slid down her arms and fell to the floor.




An Unexpected Reunion



Without my having said anything, Kathy put her hands back up on the mirror and looked my reflection in the eyes.

I smiled at her and resumed massaging her firm tits, amazed at how little sag they had, her perky nipples still almost pointing upwards. 

After a couple of minutes, I started to slowly slide my hands down her body, and I began to lower myself to my knees as I kissed my way down her back.

When my lips reached her lower back, Kathy gasped and sighed, and I passed my fingertips lightly over her thighs. 

I slid my hands back up the length of her body and around to her back while my lips softly covered her asscheeks. I gently pushed her upper body forward, until her shoulders were almost touching the mirror, as I bit into the waistband of her thong.

Kathy moaned softly as she felt my nose gliding over the crack of her ass while I pulled down her thong with my teeth, my fingertips gliding down the front of her thighs ahead of it.

When I reached her knees, I let go of her thong and it dropped, pooling around her feet. I gently raised first one foot, then the other, removing her panties, which were warm and moist.

I looked at her reflection in the mirror, and I saw her sparse red hair framing her moist pussy. Her stiff nipples were almost touching the glass, and her arms were still extended, hands up high.

I started kissing my way back up the back of one leg, my hands sliding back up the front, as I softly spread her legs apart.

When I reached the juncture of her leg and ass, I kissed my way across towards the center, until I had my the bridge of my nose resting at the bottom of her steamy pussy.

I stuck my tongue out quickly and flicked it across her clit, which caused Kathy to gasp, and then dragged it slowly down towards her wet hole. Kathy moaned loudly and pushed her ass back towards me.

"Oh yesss!" she moaned as I slowly lapped up her juices, which were flowing from her pussy. Every time that my tongue reached out to her stiff little clit, Kathy's body jumped just a bit, and she gasped and moaned, getting louder each time.

As I looked up, Kathy was still flattened against the mirror, her eyes wide open and glazed over. Her firm tits were pressed against the glass, and her hips were thrust out towards me.

I continued to lick her clit and pussy from behind for a couple of minutes, until holding my head at that angle started to hurt my neck. At that point, I pulled away a few inches and slowly started to slide a finger into her pussy.

"Oh yeah!" she whimpered as I wiggled my finger around, pressing it against the top of her canal as I went deeper. When I had my finger buried as deep as I could get it, I started to slide it in and out, and lightly flicked my tongue across her asshole.

"Oh my god!" she whispered as she felt my tongue and finger tease her. I started to speed up my finger and press my tongue slightly harder, and her moaning increased and her hips began to push back at me.

"Oh my goddd!" she started to moan softly, dragging the words out. "That is so GOOD!"

As soon as her breathing started getting shorter and her moaning got lower, I stopped and stood behind her.

Kathy moaned her disappointment when she felt the teasing suddenly stop, and then I pressed the top of my hard cock against her hot pussy as I softly reached around her and cupped her tits.

She looked at me in the mirror with wide eyes and a look of anticipation as I slowly pushed my hips forward just a bit, sliding my cock along her wet slit. I pulled her body back slightly, until her back was against my chest, and I softly kissed and nibbled on the back of her neck.

She started wiggling her hips in a rhythm with mine, causing the head of my cock to slide across her clit a couple of times, which brought out low, throaty moans from her.

When she started to move her hips to try to get my cock to slide into her pussy, I pulled back again.

"Turn around," I whispered in her ear.

She turned and looked at me with a smile. Smiling back at her, I pushed until her back was up against the mirror.

Kathy yelped softly when she felt the cold glass against her ass, and pulled me in. As I pressed my body against hers, I kissed her softly, and then started trailing my lips down the front of her body.

I held her soft breasts in my hands as I kissed her nipples, and she sighed when I flicked my tongue across the stiff buds.

When I pushed her tits together, so that her nipples were touching, Kathy moaned and placed her hands on the back of my head. I stuck my tongue out and flicked it across both nipples, and she pulled me in tighter.

After I traced my tongue all around both of her nipples, I wrapped my lips around them and gently sucked them into my mouth. Kathy moaned again and her head fell back, hitting the mirror.

I suckled on both nipples for a few seconds, and then progressed my way further down her body, her hands remaining on the back of my head. When I reached her stomach, I quickly flicked my tongue in and out of her bellybutton, and she giggled and squirmed a little. 

"That tickles," she gasped, holding my head still.

I continued my way down, passing her waistband, until I reached the top of her pussy, her tuft of soft red hair almost trying to act as an obstacle to my destination.

I took her pussy hair between my lips and gently pulled on it and Kathy moaned and held my head tightly. 

Reaching up, I placed my hands at the back of her legs, just below her ass, and pulled forward. Her legs spread open a little more, and her hips came off of the mirror.

I leaned forward until my shoulders were pressed against her thighs and kissed the top of her mound. Kathy sighed loudly and laced her fingers into my hair as I started to slowly lick all around the hood of her clit.

"Oh yeah!" she whispered as I flattened my tongue and slowly dragged it along the sides of her clit.

Kathy was soon moving her hips back and forth while I my tongue slid all around the shaft of her clit. I went up and down both sides, across the top, and underneath the tip of her clit, intentionally avoiding the sensitive end.

She was moaning more, and getting louder about it, every time that I reached the right side of her clit. I could feel her arms tighten every time that my tongue passed over that sensitive spot, so I knew that was her trigger point.

I circled her clit one more time, enjoying her gasps, moans and reactions, and then I quickly attacked her clit with my fluttering tongue.

"Ohhh!" Kathy yelped as I flicked the end of my tongue over the tip of her clit. Her body tensed, her legs opened, her hips thrust out just a bit more, and her hands flew back to the mirror.

"Oh my god, yes!" she whimpered, as I continued to tease her hard, sensitive bud with my soft tongue, shaking my head back and forth slightly.

After a couple of minutes, Kathy finally grabbed me by my hair and pulled me back. 

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed. "I can't stand like that anymore. You're making my legs weak!"

I stood and faced her, stepping into her. As I pressed her against the mirror, I gave her a hard, passionate kiss. Kathy moaned loudly and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me in tighter. I knew that she could feel my hard cock pressing against her, and she was wiggling her hips just a bit. 

I slipped my arms around her back, and then turned our bodies. I backed her up to the bed, stepped back from her, and pushed her backwards.

Kathy gasped and giggled as she fell onto the bed, and I smiled at her as I knelt between her legs on the floor. 

I took one leg and started kissing my way up the long, lean length. When I reached her knee, I held her leg up and kissed, nibbled, and flicked my tongue across the back of her knee.

Kathy sighed, and I saw her place her hands on her breasts. I continued kissing my way up her inner thigh as I watched her squeeze her tits and slide her fingers around her stiff nipples.

When I reached the top of her leg, I placed it over my shoulder and repeated my actions on her other one. By the time that I reached the top of that leg and draped it over my other shoulder, Kathy was squirming around on the bed, her hips moving left and right, up and down.

Leaning in, I stuck out my tongue and started to flick it up the length of her slit, which by now was soaking wet. I started at her ass and slowly worked my way up. When I reached her hot hole, I wrapped my arms around the back of her legs and stretched my fingers out to reach her pussy lips. 

I pulled her lips apart, curled up my tongue, and slowly slid the tip into her pussy. When I started to flick it along the top of her moist hole, Kathy moaned again and bucked her hips up at me.

"Oh baby! That's so good!" she groaned as I pressed my face against her pussy and stuck my tongue as far in as I could get it.

She reached down and placed her hands on the back of my head again, and pulled me in tight to her pussy. I continued to tongue-fuck her, occasionally sliding the tip of my tongue along the top of her pussy.

Every time that my tongue would hit about an inch inside of her hot hole, at the very top, Kathy would sigh and moan loudly, and pull my face in even closer.

"Oh god, yeahhh!" she moaned, as I started to press my tongue more and more on that spot. "Oh yeah! That feels so GOOD!"

Kathy soon started bucking her hips up at me, trying to fuck my face, as I continued to massage the top of her pussy walls with my tongue.

"Ohhh!" she groaned, when I slid my tongue out of her tight, wet hole, and slid it up her slit, dragging some of her juices with it.

When I reached her clit, which was standing out of it's hood, begging for some attention, I softly and quickly flicked the tip of my tongue across it's tip, which caused Kathy to jump.

"Oh god! Yesss!" she yelped, as I covered her entire clit, and it's fleshy hood, with quick flicks of my tongue, only making light contact.

I moved my hands around to the back of her legs and slowly slid them up towards her knees, pushing her legs back to her chest.

With her feet up in the air, I softly wrapped my lips around her stiff clit and gently started to suck on it as I continued to flick my tongue across the tip.

"Oh my god!" she softly moaned. "That's SO GOOD!" 

Kathy reached down and held her legs back, pulling them tighter to her chest, as I continued to suck on her clit. With my hands free, I brought one up to her pussy and slipped just the tip of one finger to her wet hole.

Kathy whimpered as I started to wiggle my finger around, and she pulled her legs back further. I suddenly started to suck on her clit just a little firmer as I slipped my finger in deeper, and she gasped, bucking her hips up.

Just as quickly, I released her clit from between my lips, and slid my finger back out so just the tip was still inside her, and I went back to flittering my tongue up and down the right side of her clit shaft.

"Oh yesss!" she moaned, as I slowly moved my quickly fluttering tongue up and down. Her moaning got even louder as I slid my finger back into her pussy, stroking the top of her wet walls.

It took only a few minutes before Kathy's breathing started getting heavy and ragged. I started sliding my finger in and out of her pussy faster, applying a little more pressure on the spots behind her pubic bone.

"Oh my god! I'm gonna cum!" she started moaning, as she moved her hips up and down faster.

I began to shake my head as I continued flicking it up and down the side of her clit, and I slid my finger all the way in, moving my hand from side to side.

"Oh yeah! That's it! Right there!" she started yelping. I could feel her pussy walls start to pulse as I continued, and her pussy started to ooze it's tasty juice even more.

Kathy reached down and pulled my head in tight to her pussy, and her hips and legs began shaking.

"Oh my god! I'm cumming!" she yelled. Her legs started shaking, and her hips were bouncing off of the bed, as her voice got higher and her breath got shorter.

"Ohh my goddd! Yesss! On shit! Ohh! Ohh! Ohhhhh!" she wailed as her body stiffened.

I slowed down everything that I was doing, as I let her come back down from her orgasm. Her legs collapsed and fell onto my shoulders, and her breath started slowing down as I leaned back and looked at her body, glowing lightly with sweat.

Just before I stood, I leaned in and quickly and lightly flicked the tip of my tongue at the end of her clit.

"Ohh! Shit!" she yelped, as her body jumped. "Oh my god! Don't do that!"

Chuckling, I slowly rose, until I was standing between her legs. I leaned in and softly kissed her lips, and she moaned wrapping her arms around me and pulling me down on top of her, as our tongues wrestled.

I climbed up on the bed with her, and we continued kissing, with her licking her juices off of my lips.

Without moving my lips from hers, I brought my knees up to just below her ass, raised my hips and felt the head of my cock slide along her wet slit. Kathy moaned more as she felt me try to position myself, and our kiss intensified.

Finally, I could feel my cock slip into her hot, wet depression, and I held it there as she raised her legs.

I started to slowly slide my cock in to her pussy as we continued our hot, passionate kiss. Kathy's moaning got louder, and she held tighter to me as she wrapped her long legs around my waist. Finally, as I bottomed out in her hole, she pulled her lips away from mine. 

"Oh my god!" she groaned, as I moved my hips sideways, keeping my cock buried deep inside her. I felt her hook her ankles around my back and hold me tight as she sighed loudly.

I raised myself up on my hands and looked down at her as I stayed still for a moment, and then slowly started to move my hips, first sideways, and then gently in a bucking motion back and forth.

"Ohhhh yeah!" she moaned. "You feel so GOOD!"

"I sure do, baby," I told her. "You are so hot and tight!"

"No, you feel so good inside me! Ohh god, I feel so full!" she gasped, as I started bucking a little harder. 

I leaned down again and kissed her as I raised my hips a bit, bringing my knees up to just below her ass, and soon started taking longer strokes with my hard cock in and out of her wet pussy, each time sliding a little more in and out of her tight hole.

"Mmmm!" she moaned into my mouth as I started fucking her. She held tight to me as I pistoned my cock in and out, her heels bouncing off of my lower back.

Soon, I raised myself back up onto my hands and extended my arms. Smiling down at Kathy's beautiful face, I then raised myself up fully, until I was up on my knees.

Her legs fell back down to the bed as I raised myself up, so I grabbed a hold of her ankles and lifted them, placing her feet on my chest.

As I held on to the backs of her legs, I started to slowly slide my hard cock in and out of her pussy.

"Oh, yeah!" she moaned as I picked up speed. I took full strokes, sliding my shaft out until only the head remained inside her, and then plunging it back in.

Soon, Kathy was pushing back at me with her feet, moaning louder, and her heels started digging into my chest. 

I pushed her legs back again, and she reached down and held them to her chest. At that angle, I knew that I was hitting sensitive spots, so I slid my cock all the way out, and Kathy whimpered and looked up at me.

I pushed back in, slipping only the head in this time. I started fucking her like that, slipping only the head in, and then pulling it back out.

Kathy let out a long, low, loud moan as I teased her like that for a few minutes. I would occasionally plunge my cock all the way in, burying it deep inside her wet pussy, and she would yelp, getting louder each time.

At one point, I slammed my pole in deep, moving my hips from side to side as I was buried deep, and then pulled it all the way out again. As Kathy held her legs back, I slapped her exposed clit with my cock, and she yelped and moaned again.

"Oh my god! Yeah!" she gasped, as I slid my shaft on top of her sensitive clit.

I slid my cock back down, all the way to her ass. Her eyes flew open as I rubbed the wet head over her tight back hole, and her she held her breath.

Smiling at her, I plunged my shaft back into her pussy, sloshing her juices as I bottomed out.

"Oh, yeah, baby! Fuck me! Fuck me good and hard!" she yelled, as she reached down and grabbed a hold of my hips and pulled me forward.

Her eyes were wide open and blazing as I started to slam my cock in and out of her wet hole, and her breathing was getting heavier, her moaning getting louder.

"Yeah! That's it! Fuck me!" she yelled. "Fuck my pussy good!"

I continued to pound her pussy like that for a couple of minutes, and then went back to using the short strokes, fucking her with just the head of my cock.

I started pulling all the way out, and then plunging just the head in, and she let out another long, low moan.

"Oh, baby," she gasped, "I don't know what you're hitting like that, but it feels SO GOOD!"

"You like that?" I asked in between strokes.

"Oh yeah!" she replied.

"Good," I told her. I then slammed my cock in, burying it deep in her hole, and slid it quickly back out. 

"Ohhh!" she yelped, as she felt my hard thrust. 

As I went back to the short strokes, her breathing got heavy again, and she reached down with one hand and started sliding a couple of fingers over her clit.

"Oh yeah, baby," she gasped. "You're gonna make me cum again! Fuck me baby! Make me cum!"

"Keep stroking that pretty little clit, Kathy," I told her as I continued the short strokes, but picking up speed.

"Ohhh yeahhh!" she moaned as her fingers picked up speed.

With one hand stroking her clit, she brought her other hand up to her full, bouncing tits, and started squeezing them.

It took only a couple of seconds more before she started bucking her hips up at me. "Oh yeah!" she yelled. "Oh baby! I'm cumming! Fuck me baby! I'm cumming!"

I slammed my cock back in deep, and she yelped loudly. Her legs started shaking, and I saw a large red blush appear on her chest, just above her heaving tits.

"Oh yes!" she screamed. "Oh shit! I'm cumming! Oh my god! I'm cumming again!"

Her body stiffened, and I felt her juices flowing out of her pussy as it clamped down on my cock. I stopped moving as I let her orgasm surge over her.

Finally, she opened her eyes again, and her body was covered with a sheen of sweat. The red flush on her chest almost glowed, and she smiled at me, her eyes glazed.

When her breathing started returning to normal, I resumed sliding my still hard shaft in and out. 

"Oh yes!" she whimpered softly.

I pulled my cock out and slapped her clit with it, which caused her to yelp, and her body to jump slightly.

I gently grabbed on to her hips and started rolling her on to her side. As I straddled one of her soft thighs, I leaned in and slid my cock back into her pussy.

"Oh yes!" she gasped as I thrust my shaft in deep. She lay on her left side, with her right leg drawn slightly up and me on the other one, as I started fucking her again. That angle gave me perfect access to her ass and her tits.

"Oh my god!" she moaned loudly again. "You're hitting that spot again, but now it feels even better!"

I moved my body up a little, and started sliding the entire length of my shaft in and out of her wet hole as I reached down with my right hand and started squeezing her full, bouncing tit. My left hand was resting on her hip, and I started stroking her firm ass.

"Oh yes! This is so good!" Kathy groaned. Her voice was loud, but I don't think that she realized it. If she did, she didn't care.

I started using just my cockhead to fuck her again, getting in deep enough to hit her spot and then sliding it back out, and Kathy continued moaning.




An Unexpected Reunion



"Ohh yeahhh," she gasped as my fingers spread over to the crack of her ass and I started pinching and pulling her nipples.

She slid her hand down over her belly and began stroking her clit again as I continued to vary my strokes. After a few more minutes, as I remained buried deep inside her, I rolled her onto her stomach, straddling both of her legs just below her asscheeks. 

I leaned forward and kissed the back of her neck as I moved my hips forward, driving my cock in as far as I could.

"Oh yeah!" she groaned, as I bumped my hips as my lips moved around her neck.

I then raised up and leaned back, holding on to her hips. I started sliding my shaft in and out of her tight hole again, and she let out her loudest moan yet.

"Oh my goddd!" she groaned as I held tight and fucked her. "Oh, baby! That is SO good!"

I started taking full strokes again, pulling my shaft all the way out, and then plunging it back in to her wet pussy.

"Oh, yeah baby, that's it!" she exclaimed as I pushed back in. "You're hitting that spot again! Fuck me!"

I could feel her fingers slide as I continued to fuck her, as she moved them up and down her slit, from her clit to my shaft, and back again.

I moved my hands from her hips to her asscheeks, and firmly grabbed them. I pulled them up and apart as I started to move my hips faster.

"Mmmmm," she moaned as I slid the length of my shaft in and out faster and faster. Her hips were pushing back up at me, and her fingers were rubbing faster over her clit.

I moved one hand over and slid it down to my cock, which was covered in her juices. Once I had it nice and slick, I brought it up and placed it on her tight asshole, and started rubbing her juices in.

Kathy popped her head up, throwing her hair back, and moaned. "Oh yeah! Fuck me!" she yelled, as her fingers moved over both sides of her clit.

I reached up with my free hand and grabbed on to her hair, pulling it back. That made her moan even louder, and her breathing started getting heavy again.

I started pushing harder on her ass with my thumb, and she groaned even louder, pushing her hips back at me harder.

Soon, my thumb pushed past the ring of her ass, and the tip slid in. "Oh yeahhh!" she yelled, as I wiggled my thumb. "Fuck me, baby! Pound my pussy! Fuck meee!"

I slammed my cock into her faster as I held onto her hair and started sliding my thumb in and out. I could feel my cock through the thin wall separating her passages, she stopped bucking her hips.

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed. "I'm gonna cum again! Fuck me bay! Don't stop!"

As her muscles started to tighten, I knew that I wasn't going to last much longer either. "I'm gonna cum, too, baby," I told her as I felt the pressure build.

That seemed to kick things into overdrive for her, and she started pushing back at me again. "Oh, yeah baby," she yelled. "Cum with me! Slam my pussy and cum!" I pushed my thumb all the way in, and she yelped.

A couple of seconds later, her body started to stiffen, and she let out another long, low, and loud moan. "Oh my god! I'm cumming! Oh yeahhh!"

I felt another surge of her pussy juices flow from her tightening hole, and that pushed me over the edge. "Oh yeah!" I moaned. "Oh, Kathy! I'm cumming!"

"Yes!" she yelled. "Cum for me! Yes! Yesss!"

As I slammed my cock forward and exploded deep inside her hot pussy, I felt her body shake and shudder, and for a moment, I thought her breathing had stopped.

I slid my thumb from her tight ass, and I heard her let out a soft groan. I leaned forward, until my chest was on her back, and I softly kissed her neck, until I collapsed and rolled off of her.

After a couple of seconds, Kathy's body popped up to her elbows. "Holy crap!" she exclaimed loudly. "That was fucking incredible!" 

"Oh, yeah," I managed to breath out.

"I wanna do that again!" she said as she looked at me.

Laughing, I managed to get out, "Ok."

Kathy laughed, and plopped back down on the bed, her head on my shoulder. It wasn't long before we both fell asleep.

The next morning, I awoke to Kathy's head bobbing up and down on my stiff cock. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she said, as she noticed me stirring.

"Sleepyhead?" I asked, laughing. "You're lucky I'm not dead! You wore me out last night!"

"I wore YOU out?" she exclaimed, stroking my cock. "I haven't EVER been fucked like that! I couldn't move after that!"

Kathy started sucking me again, and I let out a sigh, as I reached down to her head. "You seem to be able to move pretty well now," I told her, as she lowered her lips down the length of my shaft.

Letting my cock pop out of her lips, she looked up at me and smiled. "Well, I woke up and this big guy was the first thing that I saw," she said, stroking me again. "And I've always believed that you shouldn't let good morning wood go to waste."

As she wrapped her lips around my head again, I moaned, and said, "Well, who am I to argue with logic like that?"

"Besides," she said, letting me fall from her lips once more, "I never did get my taste of you last night, so I thought this was a good opportunity for a little cream, before my coffee."

"Ok," I sighed, as she resumed sucking on my head, with her hand stroking my shaft.

Not another word was said as Kathy continued to suck and stroke my cock, until I felt my balls start to contract.

"Oh, baby," I moaned as I reached down to her head again, "you're gonna make me cum!"

"Mm-hmm," she moaned around my cock as she sped up her efforts. "Cum for me baby," she said, my pole still in her mouth. I want you to cum in my mouth."

A few seconds later, I held tight to her head, and gasped, "Oh shit! I'm gonna cum!"

Kathy plunged her head down, taking my cock as deep as she could, moaning around my shaft. Her vibrations sent me over the edge.

"Oh yeah!" I exclaimed, as I blasted my load down her throat, my body shaking. 

Kathy moaned and swallowed as fast as she could, as she milked my cum from my shaft. Finally, as she drained the last of my load, she licked around my head, and sat up.

"C'mon, let's get up," she said. "We can take a quick shower, and then I need some coffee to go with your cream."

She jumped out of bed and started up the shower, yelling to me to get up and join her. 

As I got up, on wobbly legs, and started walking to the bathroom to join her, I noticed a piece of paper that had been slid under the door.

"Hey, did you see this?" I asked, as I picked it up.

"What is it?" she asked, sticking her head out of the shower.

"It's a note," I told her as I started reading. "It says 'Thanks for the soundtrack last night. We hope the video is as good as the audio.'"

Kathy looked shocked for a second, and then smiled. "Hmm," she said. "Video, huh?



An Unexpected Reunion



As always a huge thank you to my editor Cheer_Smartie526. This story is longer than usual, I hope you enjoy it. 

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The line of brake lights on the road ahead of him seemed to stretch into infinity. Paul conceded to fate that he would not make his planned destination tonight and began maneuvering toward the next exit. He wasn't sure if it was construction, an accident or just a huge party he wasn't invited to, but something had brought traffic to a near standstill. He finally inched his way to the off ramp and on to the frontage road, then pulled into the first parking lot he could find. He pulled out his tablet, the screen flickered to life. One of the social media apps asked him if he would like to check in to the restaurant he had parked at. He tapped yes, then posted a question about where a decent hotel was, just in case any of his friends were familiar with the area. As the clock ticked over to midnight a reminder popped, it was Valentine's Day.

A few miles away in a quiet apartment, Sharon was splitting her attention between a late night movie, her laptop and the tempting vibrator on her nightstand. Because it was technically Valentine's day she had picked the red one. She scanned the news feed, browsing through what her friends were doing; the updates were few and far between. None of them caught her interest until she saw a post from a long lost college friend.

"Tired of fighting traffic, looking for a hotel. What is going on here, are there no available rooms?"

The post was from Paul; he had been a good friend in college, but they had lost touch over the years. She clicked over to his page. Reading through his posts it appeared he was on a road trip, and way behind schedule. Obviously he was not aware the highway he had chosen was undergoing emergency repairs after a bridge was declared unsafe after being hit by a large truck. She continued to explore his page. Even though they were friends the page seemed like it was restricted. Only the basic information was listed, and even that was vague. It showed the state he lived in, but not the city. It showed what field he worked in, but not his employer. Under relationship status it just said 'complicated'. She scanned through his photo albums. She recalled he was a prolific photographer, and some of the pictures of her in college were posted. There were newer pictures of him as well. She mentally noted that he had aged well, and still appeared to be in good shape. His all American features were simply a weathered version of what she remembered from college. Another post from him popped up, another complaint about how there were no decent hotels with rooms available. She began to reply to his post, and then paused.

In her opinion she has not aged as well as Paul had; for starters she had gained a bit of weight since college, despite following what she considered a reasonable diet and workout plan. She blamed genetics, the same genes that blessed her with large breasts also cursed her with large everything else. Her doctor had said she needed to lose about twenty pounds to be at her ideal weight, but she had not made much progress. She wondered what Paul would say if he saw her now. She decided to find out, and typed out a private message to Paul.

"My place isn't too far away; you are welcome to stay here," she wrote.

The options had come down to staying in a crappy hotel or parking at a nice hotel and sleeping in his car. Neither choice sounded very good. The tablet chirped and he saw that a new message had arrived; it was from Sharon, someone he had not seen in almost twenty years. She was offering him a place to stay. Her status showed she was online so he started a chat session

P: Hey stranger, it's been a while. S: Too long P: You really don't mind? S: Not at all, hope you like cats, I have about 30 P: Really?

He frowned. It wasn't that he hated cats, but the idea of sleeping in what sounded like an animal shelter was not appealing. He pulled up her profile, curious what she looked like as a crazy cat lady. The tablet chimed again as she replied.

S: JK, I have one, and I don't mind. P: How have you been? S: Good, and you? P: Great until I hit this traffic, I'm up way past my bedtime and getting hungry and cranky. Enough whining, looking forward to chatting with you IRL. S: Where are you now? P: Parking lot of some 24 hour waffle place just off the highway. S: I know where you are, it's only about ten minutes from my place. I think the food there is good. P: I am kind of hungry, you think it is good? S: I am not sure I have ever eaten there sober. I can meet you there in about fifteen minutes if you want to grab something to eat. P: Sounds good, I will get us a table. S: On my way.

When the chat ended Paul clicked on Sharon's profile. Not surprisingly there was a picture of her cat in the middle of the page. She had changed some since college, but still had the same lively blue eyes. As he scanned through her photo albums he noticed that most of the pictures of her were close cropped head shots, the rest were group photos that had been take from so far away that he could not pick her out. There was one picture of her that included her shoulders and just a hint of her big tits. Satisfied that he would be able to recognize her when she arrived, he put the tablet away and walked into the restaurant.

As she hurriedly dressed, Sharon thought about the relationship she had with Paul during college. They had been friends, but the benefits had all been platonic. He had always been there for her when she needed anything, and she was attracted to him, but it seemed like they were never both single at the same time. When she was looking he would have a steady girlfriend and vice versa. He had slept over at her apartment a few times, but always on the couch. The status on his profile of 'complicated' intrigued her and she wondered if that also meant 'looking'. She decided on a pair of jeans and a shirt that showed a bit of cleavage. It wasn't the most flattering outfit, but anything dressier would have seemed out of place for her destination. 

Despite the posted policy of not seating incomplete parties, the hostess took Paul to a booth. The restaurant was not very crowded. The patrons appeared to mostly be late night shift workers. There was one group that looked like they had just come from a dance club, but they were clearly the exception, not the norm. Each time the door opened he looked up, hoping to see Sharon walk in. The first few were false alarms and he resumed looking over the menu after confirming it was not his long lost friend that had arrived.

As she drove through the parking lot she tried to guess which car belonged to Paul. There were several choices; sedans, sports cars, trucks and a one jeep. She parked her car and began to walk towards the parking lot. She felt unexpectedly nervous and excited about seeing him again. As she approached the door she noticed the establishment's half hearted observance of Valentine's Day, a hand written sign offering heart shaped strawberry pancakes. She wasn't in a relationship and didn't have any plans to celebrate the event, but suddenly she wondered if Paul's arrival on this day was fate trying to tell her something. She stepped through the door and approached the hostess's stand.

"Hi, I'm supposed to meet someone here," Sharon said.

"Probably that guy in the booth, he said to expect you," the hostess replied.

Sharon looked in the direction the hostess was pointing. Paul was standing up and waving to her. He appearance was almost unchanged from when knew him in college; he was even wearing jeans and a short sleeved button down shirt, his standard outfit.

"Thanks," she called over her shoulder as she walked briskly across the room.

It was certainly Sharon, but not exactly the Sharon he knew in college. She had never been petite, but now she was even less so. She still had pleasingly large breasts, but the rest of her body appeared to be catching up. She wasn't obese, but he guessed she probably had received a lecture about BMI from her doctor once or twice. The change in her appearance did not stop him from smiling as she approached. She greeted him with an enthusiastic hug and they took their seats.

"It's great to see you," Sharon gushed.

"You as well, and thanks again for rescuing me. What's going on? The traffic is crazy and there are no decent hotel rooms," he asked.

"Uh-huh," she replied. One thing that had slipped her mind was the sound of his voice. It was deep and had just a hint of a southern accent, and hearing it made her knees weak and her nipples hard.

"But I shouldn't be too upset; it got me a dinner date with you."

Shaking her head, she grinned and picked up where she left off, "The traffic is due to some construction and the hotels are full because there are a few big events this weekend. There's a race at the NASCAR track and the college has a big football game. Kind of perfect storm," she explained.

"So tell me what you have been doing since the last time I saw you," he said.

Sharon launched into a brief explanation of the various jobs and other adventures she had experienced over the last twenty years. Talking to Paul was easy, it always had been and she found herself going into more detail than she had anticipated. She had not planned on mentioning any of her romantic relationships, but was halfway through the details of her second long term boyfriend before she realized what she was saying.

"So, now you know all about me. What have you been up to?" she asked, eager to hear his voice again.

"Oh, not much. I do contract work in project management. Lots of travel, so not much time for anything else," he replied, and then launched into a few stories of his assignments. He had worked all over the country and overseas a few times. One of the jobs had been in a combat zone, but he said the most violence he saw was a stray artillery shell hitting an empty building a block from his office.

"I've dialed it back a bit this year, nothing overseas and I only travel about once a month," he concluded.

Biting her lip, Sharon resisted the temptation to ask him to elaborate on this complicated relationship status, recalling the advice someone had given her long ago, 'If you don't want to know the answer, don't ask the question'. She wasn't sure if it was the lack of a man in her life, the fact that Paul was someone she had wanted to sleep with but never had, or the fact that it was Valentine's Day, but she did not want him sleeping on her couch this time.

"So is this trip for business or pleasure?" she asked.

"Mostly pleasure," he replied, "I'm visiting some clients, mostly to make this trip a tax deduction, but I'm pretty much sightseeing."

"See anything interesting yet?" she asked, her mind already wondering if she was a site he wanted to see.

"A few things," he replied, "but I'm just getting started."

The waitress arrived, Paul ordered the daily special; heart shaped pancakes with bacon. Sharon followed his example.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" Sharon inquired, and then bit her lips nervously.

"Sure,"

"Why do you think we never hooked up in college?"

The frankness of her question caught him by surprise. There were a lot of possible answers, but he wanted to find one that mattered.

"I'm not sure, the first thing that comes to mind is I didn't think I was your type," he said. There was more to it than that, but it seemed like a good answer.

"What's my type or what was it in college?" she asked, wondering how he came to that conclusion. In college her type had been good looking, smart enough to carry on a conversation for a few minutes, and willing to get naked. She was certain he met those criteria.

"I don't know, you seemed to have a thing for bad boys and it seemed like most of the guys you dated were type A personalities," he replied.

"I can't help it if those were the kinds of guys that asked me out, they were not always my first choice. You know the saying 'beggars can't be choosers..."

"I don't think you ever had to beg for a guy."

"You might be surprised," she replied. There had been several men she had lusted after that didn't give her the time of day.

"So if I had asked you out you would have said yes?"

"Probably, I mean you were cute, and nice."

"I just figured I was in the friend zone, and there's no escape from that."

"That must have been a decision you made without consulting me."

The waitress arrived with their food and their conversation paused. As he watched her eat Paul felt a pang of regret. He wondered what it would have been like to bang Sharon. None of the women he had been with had big tits. It wasn't that he had a preference for medium or small breasted women. He had dated a few women that had big boobs, but there was always something about them that kept him from dating long enough to enjoy their bounty. He wondered if Sharon would still be interested with everything that had changed since college. He recalled her profile listed her relationship status as single. Complicated was an understatement for his. Perhaps his belief that someday he would find his soulmate was based on fantasy, but he never felt the connection he was looking for.

Even though she was not hungry she ordered food. She nibbled at her entrée, trying to look seductive as she licked the syrup off her fork. She imagined Paul pouring warm maple syrup over her swollen nipple and then licking up every drop. As she wrapped her lips around her fork she wondered if Paul knew she was thinking about sucking his cock. There was one image of him that she never wanted to forget. They were at a lake swimming and he had hoisted himself out of the water and on to a flat rock. His wet swimsuit clung to his cock so tightly she could tell he wasn't circumcised. The sun had dried the fabric quickly, but that image was locked away in her memory. If she thought of it when she masturbated it always made her come quickly.

"You must be tired, we can go whenever you are ready," Sharon said, moving to give him a slightly better view of her cleavage.

"It's been a long day, but I'm getting a bit of a second wind," he said, then waved to the waitress. After she set the check on the table he covered it with a few bills and stood up. Sharon did the math in her head, he was a generous tipper.

"You can just follow me back to my place," she said as they both stood up.

As they approached her car she turned to him, "You could just ride with me and we can come back for your car."

"I'd rather bring it, I'd probably forget my toothbrush or something," he replied.

Her car was a late model mustang; Paul peered in as she settled into the driver's seat. When she pulled on her seat belt to buckle the shoulder strap slipped between her breasts, pulling the fabric of her shirt tight and revealing her swollen nipples. He quickly looked away as he felt his cock begin to swell.

"Don't lose me," he said, then turned and walked to his car, the image of her plump tits and hard nipples still on his mind. 

There was no doubt he would be driving distracted. He started his car and pulled up behind her. Shaking his head he tried not to think about what were probably missed opportunities so many years ago. He had always considered her out of his league and now knew he was wrong. It felt like his cock was scolding him for not taking the chance and trying to sleep with her. He tried to rationalize what he had done. Maybe it would have affected their friendship, something he had valued in college, even though they went separate ways after graduation.

An aching sensation between his legs made him wonder if there was chance to be friends with benefits, or even more. Sharon's appearance had changed over the years, but she was the same person, and he was still attracted to her. Paul began to rationalize again, noting that he had never been with someone that looked like her. By accident or design none of the women he had slept with were large breasted. This might be his chance to plug that hole in his sexual resume. An old, crude joke popped into his head, 'how is fucking a fat chick like riding a moped? Both are fun until one of your friends sees you doing it'. Sharon gained weight since college, but it did not make her any less attractive. She was hardly a candidate for the 'People of Wal-Mart' web page.

When the light turned yellow Sharon began to slow down, even though she could easily have made it before it turned red. She did not want to lose Paul in traffic. She had to admit he had aged well; his appearance had changed little since college, save a few flecks of grey hair and a few wrinkles in his skin. Even her college self would have found the present day Paul attractive enough to go home with, or take home. She wondered what it would take to lure him away from sleeping on the couch. The relationship status on his profile said complicated. Maybe he was married, maybe he was gay, or maybe he was a player with a different woman for each night of the week. The light turned green and she began to drive again, checking her mirror to make certain Paul was still behind her.

The two cars shut down at almost the same time in the driveway of Sharon's house. She hoisted herself out of the car, it had been a short drive, but she had already imagined having sex with Paul several different ways.

"Don't forget your toothbrush," she quipped as she watched him pull a small bag out of his car.

"I've got it," he replied, then turned to follow her. He held the bag in front of his body, trying to mask the bulge in his pants from the erection that would simply not go away.

The heat between her legs continued to increase as she approached the door of her house. She wasn't sure what to do once they were inside. One option was to continue flirting and hope he understood what she wanted, but that plan had not worked in college. An outright proposition was too much; she just could not be that bold. She unlocked the door and walked inside. She heard him drop his bag by the door and decided to make her move. She picked his bag up and carried it into her bedroom. She was not going to spend the Valentine's day alone.

In stunned silence Paul watched Sharon disappear into the bedroom with his luggage. She certainly was not being subtle about what she wanted. The erection that he had finally talked into submission was back with a vengeance, straining against the button fly of his jeans. He was not a virgin, but Sharon would be his first friend with benefits. She also had the biggest tits of any woman he had even made out with; he looked down at his hands, wondering how much of her breast he could hold on to. Despite the urgency he felt in his cock he managed a casual walk into her room.

The pounding of her heart was almost deafening as she waited to see if Paul followed her. She set his bag down, but could not bring herself to turn around. What if she was wrong, what if he just wanted a place to spend the night, what if he wasn't interested in what she was offering him? Maybe she should have just let him sleep on the couch and used her vibrator to get off. 

Suddenly a sense of panic erupted inside her, she realized she had left her sex toy on the night stand. What if he saw it? She felt her face getting redder and redder. Before she was able think about putting it away she felt Paul's hands on her shoulders. Her wish had come true, but for how long?

The room was dark, but there was enough light to see where she was standing. He placed his hands on her shoulders, his thumbs rested at the base of her neck. She felt soft. He leaned forward; her hair smelled clean and slightly fruity. She remained motionless as he tightened his grip and began to massage her neck.

"We should have done this years ago," she whispered, not sure if she was talking to herself or Paul.




An Unexpected Reunion



"Good things come," Paul replied, 'to those who wait."

Lifting Paul's hands off her shoulders she spun around and placed them on top of her breasts, 

"Is that something you have been waiting to do?"

"For a very long time," he replied.

"Good," she said, "there are a few things I have been waiting for as well," stepping forward until her tits flattened against his body. 

He felt solid, more so that the last few men she had been with. There was a shortage of men that were straight, fit and available. She intended to take full advantage of this unexpected Valentine's Day present. She slipped her hands into the waistband of his jeans, following the contour of his nicely rounded ass.

"There's a shortage of perfect butts in this world, it would be a shame for yours to go to unappreciated," she said as she pushed deeper into his pants.

"Don't let me stop you," he said.

"Of course you ass is not your only admirable feature," she said as she extracted her hands and began to unbutton his shirt, "Let's see if the front is as nice as the back."

"Why do I get the feeling you didn't invite me over for my charming personality," Paul bantered playfully.

"I like that too, but pillow talk comes later."

Although he immediately missed the feeling of her pillow soft tits, Paul wasn't about to stop her from taking his clothes off. After she had unfastened each and every button on his shirt, she pushed it off his shoulders; he heard it hit the ground as it crumpled into a heap. She started to tug on his T shirt.

"It's like unwrapping a present" she said gleefully as she pulled the garment over his head. She tossed the shirt towards her bed, hoping it would land on top of her vibrator, but it fell short. Even in the dim light she could see that Paul was in good shape. His chest curved outward from his shoulders, covered in soft, curly hair. She twirled a few strands between her fingers and then slid her hands down his body. Much to her delight she felt the shallow ridges of his abs.

"You're in really good shape," she said, suddenly feeling very self conscious about her own body.

"I like your shape too," Paul replied, putting his hands back on her breasts. He wanted to rip her shirt off and cover her breasts with kisses, but being the object of her desire was a dream come true. Her lips pressed against his neck, reminding him that she was also much taller that most of the women he had slept with. Her mouth began a southward journey, taking a zigzag course that resulted in her teeth pinching his nipple.

"Oh," he moaned and she bit down until it was almost painful. After giving the other side of his chest the same treatment she resumed her downward travel. The way her lips felt against his body made every hour of working out, every time he skipped dessert and every detailed entry in his food log worthwhile. He could tell by the way she slowed down that the way he looked turned her on. His cock ached to be freed, screaming at him to guide her hands towards the button fly that was stretched over his throbbing erection, but he didn't. Instead he savored the way she kissed him. He knew his dick would find the release it craved, but he had waited twenty years to be with her, a few more minutes would not make any difference.

Tracing the creases that defined his abs with her tongue she marveled at his physical condition. He had the body of a man at least ten years younger than his actual age. It had been a long time since she had been with a lover that looked this good. There had been some truth to his statement about her not being interested in his personality, at least for the moment. She had enjoyed his company at dinner, but even if he had been a complete asshole it would have been worth it to get her hands on his body. She began to unbutton his pants so she could give him the blowjob she was sure he expected, but he stopped her.

"Not yet," he said, putting his hands on her face and pulling her upward until she was standing again.

"You don't want that?" she asked.

"I do, but I want this first," he said, pressing his mouth against hers.

As his tongue slipped past her lips Sharon struggled to make sense of what was happening. She had been using blowjobs to keep her partner's interest for so long that Paul's insistence on kissing her left her confused. His hands slipped off her face, down her neck and on to her breasts, but they did not remain there for long. Soon his arms were wrapped around her, pulling their bodies together. She could feel the bulge in his pants from his throbbing erection, he was clearly aroused. His hands moved down to the small of her back, and then under her shirt. His passionate kiss continued as his fingers worked on the clasp of her bra. She let him struggle with it for a few moments, and then stopped him.

"Not used to the heavy duty model?" she said with a grin. Her big tits were frequently a pain in the ass, and back, but they were also her ace in a hole. She was certain that on more than one occasion her breasts had been the difference between getting laid and going home alone. She reached behind her back and with a well rehearsed move unfastened her bra.

"Let me do the rest," Paul said as his fingers worked the buttons of her blouse.

It had been a very long time since a bra clasp had defeated him, and he was slightly embarrassed by his inability to release it, but there was just too much tension for him to manage with just one hand. Her blouse was a different story, and he easily slipped each button through its hole until her garment hung open. Just as she had done to him he pushed the fabric off her shoulders until gravity took over, then he pulled the shoulder straps of her bra forward, peeling the fabric covers off her ample bosom. He could not help but stop and stare. It wasn't the first time he had seen big tits; he had seen strippers with breasts as large or even larger, but none made his cock ache the way Sharon's did.

Having a man stare at her tits was something that happened at least once a day. Sometimes it was annoying, sometimes it was embarrassing, but this time it was arousing. Paul's lustful stare was flattering and it made her nipples hard and her pussy wet. She wrapped her arms around him, pushing her bare skin against his. She kissed him on the neck and lightly bit his ear, then whispered, "If you don't mind, I'm going to get back to what I was doing before you stopped me, which is sucking your cock."

The buttons on his jeans seemed to be under almost as much stress as the clasp of her bra had been, but they proved to be no match for her fingers. She tugged on his pants until they were around his knees, then stopped to admire the way his boxer briefs hugged the curves of his body. After a few moments she grabbed the waistband of his shorts and slid them down to the middle of his muscular thighs.

Paul liked Sharon's take charge attitude. The sight of her half naked, her mouth inches from his dick was one of the sexiest sights he could imagine. His throbbing erection was silhouetted against the pale skin of her breasts. He swore to himself that before the night was over his rigid shaft would be sliding between her generous globes.

This was normally the point where she would admonish the man not to come in her mouth, but she decided to forgo that with Paul. It was unlikely that his cum tasted any better, but if he was going to come she wanted it to be inside her. Ideally it would be with his cock buried deep inside her pussy, but if he could not wait that long she would allow him to come in her mouth.

Giving a blowjob was something Sharon considered herself quite skilled at, she had performed oral sex in a wide variety of places, but bedrooms and automobiles were the most common venues. If Paul had agreed to ride back from the restaurant with her she probably would have pulled into a dark parking lot and blown him. Over the years she had developed her own little ritual, like a pornographic tea ceremony. She started by wrapping her hand around his hard shaft with a firm grip and milking any pre-cum out of his cock. The next step was to being a trail of kisses, starting at the head and gradually working her way down the rigid shaft. When she was about halfway down she began to user her hands again. One hand wrapped around the engorged head of his penis, and as her mouth moved further down she began to stroke him, but in a way that made him wish she would go faster and hold his cock tighter. Her other hand stroked his balls.. Tonight she discovered that Paul was a bit more metro sexual than she expected. The skin over his balls was smooth and felt clean; he had done a considerable amount of manscaping. Later she would wonder what inspired him to keep everything so tidy, but for the moment she just enjoyed the way he felt. When she reached the base of his shaft Sharon used her fingers to push one of his balls into her mouth; she sucked on it for a few moments, the repeated the process with the other one.

Two of her fingers gently massaged the skin between his balls and ass, using it to gauge how close he was to coming. She could tell he was aroused, but still well in control. She pulled her head back until his ball slipped out of her mouth with an audible pop, and then raised her head until her lips hovered a fraction of an inch from the tip of his manhood. She could feel him staring at her, which was exactly what she wanted. Her hand was still between his legs, and she could feel his arousal ratchet up another notch. She ran the tip of her tongue around the circumference of her mouth twice, and then flicked it against his dick.

"I'd like to suck your dick now, if that's okay with you," she said, looking up and meeting his lustful stare with one of her own.

"Uh, uh, yea," he replied. Her voice echoed in his head, he had never been so turned on by words before.

Her hand continued to slide up and down his rigid shaft uninterrupted and her lips slowly engulfed him. She pulled his erection down so she could swallow it and still look up at him. Each time he tried to push his cock in to her mouth she tightened her grip and moved her head back, forbidding him from disrupting her well practiced routine. With each repetition she took more of his cock into her mouth, but each time she raised her head up until her lips rested on the very tip of his erection and her hand was caressing the glans of his penis.

If it was possible for a blowjob to be performance art, this would be it, Paul thought as he watched Sharon take more and more of his cock into her mouth.

As Paul's cock filled her mouth, Sharon willed the muscles in her throat to relax and allow his engorged head passage. She suppressed her gag reflex and soon his entire cock had disappeared into her mouth. It emerged from her mouth dripping wet, her saliva flowing off his cock and draining into her cleavage. This too was part of her plan. One look at the astonished expression on his face told her that this was his first time being deep throated. 

Later he would realized that it was the way her hand and lips felt on the head of his cock that were responsible for the orgasm that was boiling up inside of him, although seeing her swallow his entire cock had been an impressive sight, it wasn't very stimulating. Her hand was still moving up and down the shaft of his penis, twisting slightly when it covered the head.

"I bet you want to fuck my tits," she said in a sultry voice.

The moment he nodded Sharon released his penis and scooped up her breasts, wrapping them around his erection. His dick felt hot and alive as it slipped between her tits.

"I always knew you had a nice cock," she moaned as he began to thrust faster and faster. His hands rested on her shoulders and his thumbs pressed softly against her throat.

"Oh, oh, yes, ahhh, ahhh, fuck," he moaned.

Sharon knew Paul was past the point of no return, he was clearly lost in the moment.. It seemed to her that being inside her would be much more satisfying. Her inner dialogue was interrupted by a loud moan from Paul. He was on the edge of climax, and she knew exactly how she was going to push him over.

"You're about to come, aren't you," she said, grabbing his cock and guiding it into her mouth. 

The moment her lips touched him a hot jet of cum erupted. She eagerly gulped it down; milking his rigid shaft and caressing his balls to make sure not a drop remained behind. She continued to suck and stroke him until he pushed her away.

Things were not going as planned on many, many levels, Paul thought as his cock slid between Sharon's tits. He had certainly not intended to be left scrambling for a hotel room, and even after she offered him a place to stay he did not seriously think they would end up half naked together. 

When she had led him into her bedroom he had a pretty good idea what was going to happen, but didn't expect to be on the verge of climaxing before he got her pants off. He felt like a high school virgin getting his first tit fuck, he was better than this. Numerous other women could testify that he could last long enough to satisfy them, sometimes several times, before he came. 

Tonight was different, he wasn't sure why, but something had changed. He slowed his thrusting, trying to back away from the precipice of his orgasm when she spoke. Something about hearing her say the word 'come' sent him hurtling over the edge. Just as he looked down to see her tits get covered in cum she changed the plan again, engulfing his erection with her mouth. His cock jerked as he emptied his load down her throat. His knees felt weak, it seemed like she was going to suck his balls through his cock. Without a doubt it was one of the most intense orgasms he had ever experienced. Finally the feeling of her mouth on his cock was too much and he pulled his waning erection out of her mouth. She had set the bar very, very high, but he was not one to back away from a challenge.

The salty taste of his cum was still lingering in her mouth when Sharon felt Paul's hands on her face, gently pulling her upward. She stood and he embraced her, them much to her surprise he pressed his lips against her. She wondered if he could taste himself. Maybe he was more of a freak that she thought, maybe he was hoping she would snowball him. Sadly, it was too late for that.

"Take off your clothes and lay down on the bed," Paul said between soft kisses.

Sharon quickly replied to his request and wondered what he had planned. Having him come in her mouth had not been what she expected, but rather than feeling disappointed that she would have to wait to feel his cock inside her, she felt a sense of satisfaction that she could get him off so quickly.

As his shirt fell to the floor Sharon's eyes focused on his body. She had seen his bare chest before, but it had always been in public. Now she indulged the desire to stare at him, a privilege that had been denied in the years gone by. Paul had always looked good with a bare chest, and looked even better now. Perhaps because he was disrobing for her, not just to go swimming or play a game of shirt vs skins basketball. For a moment she felt self conscious about the fact she looked quite different than she did in college, but then she saw lust burning in Paul's eyes. It obviously didn't matter to him that she was no longer a slender co-ed, and the lust in his eyes reinforced that idea. As he peeled off his jeans her first thought was boxer briefs were lingerie for men. She had not noticed that he pulled them back up after he came, but apparently he had.

"Could you turn around for me?" she asked.

Paul grinned, shrugged, and indulged her request. Since she seemed to enjoy looking at him he stopped when his back was to her and bent over to remove his socks. Paul could feel her staring at his ass and he slowly stripped his feet bare. When he turned to face her again she had one hand on her breast and the other between her legs. His eyes were drawn to the way her fingers were spreading the labia of her pussy apart. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts he started to slide them down.

Masturbating in front of Paul was not something she had planned to do, her hands seemed to move on their own accord when he bent over and showed off his near perfect ass. When he turned and looked at her she didn't feel embarrassed about what she was doing. The smile on his face flattered her. As the sheer material of his shorts slid down his well-muscled thighs, she could not help but slide a finger into her pussy. Nearly every detail of his cock had been visible through the sheer material of his shorts, but she still felt a bit of a thrill when it sprang free. Suddenly her finger felt inadequate, so she added a second. She lifted the hand on her breast and beckoned to him with her fingers. He didn't waste any time accepting her offer, leaving his underwear on the floor.

Resisting the urge to tease her any longer Paul crawled onto the bed and straddled Sharon, grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the bed. Years and years of pent up lust boiled to the surface as he leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. When he felt her breasts against his chest a dull ache radiated out from between his legs. He could feel his cock begin to stiffen. Fucking her was a viable option , but he would find other ways to penetrate Sharon first. Holding her arms down with his hands he slipped his tongue between her lips, and was rewarded with a low moan from her. He continued to kiss her, but not just on the mouth. Her cheeks, jaw, and ears all fell victim to his mouth. His pulse quickened when his lips touched her neck. Each kiss brought his mouth closer to her breasts, and his desire to shove his cock into her pussy began to fade away. When he scooped her big tits up in his hands he could think of nothing else. He marveled at the way they overflowed his hands and began to eagerly kiss and lick them. At first he alternated between the left and the right, but she put her hands on his head and held him against her bosom.

The first thing that came into her head was that Paul was acting like a kid in candy store, trying to take everything in at once. Running her fingers through his hair she guided him to her left breast and held him there, forcing him to focus his efforts in one place. A moan escaped her lips as he kissed, licked, and sucked on her. The heat between her legs began to build as she watched him devour her tit with animalistic intensity. Both his hands caressed her breast as his tongue flicked against her swollen nipple.

"Oh fuck yes," she screamed.

Sharon's tits were everything he had dreamed of and more. He knew they were big, but now that his hands were wrapped around just one of them he understood exactly how big and soft they were. As much as he enjoyed kissing and sucking on her breast he was already wondering what it would be like to have them wrapped around his cock again. Breaking free of her grasp, Paul started to kiss and lick her other breast. Each kiss was a bit closer to her swollen nipple. He was torn between a desire to tease her and the urge to pinch her nipple between his teeth. It wasn't long before his willpower failed and he gave in to his carnal desire.

The sensation of Paul's tongue swirling around her nipple caused another moan to escape her lips. She had tried to run her fingers through his hair, but he had pinned her arms above her shoulders again. Occasionally she would feel his erection brush against her thigh, and each time it did her desire to feel him inside her became more intense. His mouth moved over her nipple and began moving down her body again. Once again she felt self conscious about her body, but that faded when she realized that Paul did not share her concerns. His mouth continued its southern journey over her rubenesque figure. She felt the tension drain from her body as his lips pressed against her hips and moved on to her thigh. With a gentle touch he spread her legs apart. He was no longer visible, his entire head vanished below the horizon of her tits. Not getting to watch him go down was an unexpected disadvantage of having big tits, but a trade off she was willing to accept. Even though she could not see him, there was no doubt in her mind that Paul was still with her. He had started to tease her again, planting soft kisses on the inside of her thighs and tracing the edge of her labia with a single finger. She tried to maneuver her hips so his finger would penetrate her, but he deftly avoided her attempt. She could feel his warm breath flowing over her swollen clit has his mouth hovered over her sex. Her orgasm was tantalizingly close, but just out of reach. Pinching her nipples firmly she tried to push herself over the edge, but it was not quite enough.




An Unexpected Reunion



"Please," she begged, "I need to come."

"Not just yet," he replied, the sound of his voice sending tiny vibrations through her sex and taking her right to the edge of climax.

The sight of Sharon's labia, wet with her juices and darkened by her excitement was something Paul wanted to remember. With just enough pressure to spread them apart he ran a single finger between her nether lips. He could sense her desire to be penetrated. She squirmed downward, trying to drive his finger into her pussy, but he continued to be a tease.

"I need you inside me," she begged, her voice dripping with desire.

"Well, you did say please... how should I make you come?" he asked, laying a second finger against her sex. "Like this?"

A gasp escaped her lips as she felt his digits slide deep into her vagina. Just as quickly they were gone, but before she could protest Paul speared his tongue between her labia.

"Or like that?" he asked.

All she could do was moan, both had felt so good and the portion of her brain that made objective decisions was being shouted down by her desire to climax.

"Both," she replied.

"Fair enough."

Once again she felt his fingers penetrate her sex. At the same time his tongue darted out of his mouth, pressing against her labia and swirling all around her clit. Her orgasm was like a smoldering fire and he was holding a bucket of gasoline. Without realizing it she had started to clamp her legs together, but was stopped when her thighs pressed against his muscular forearms. 

The smooth wet surface of his tongue rubbed on her clit. When his fingers pressed against her G spot her climax erupted with all the subtlety and grace of a nuclear missile launch. "Oh fuck, I'm going to come," she moaned.

When the sound of Sharon's ecstatic moans reached his ears, a grin started to spread across his face, but he suppressed it and focused on making her cries even louder. His head bobbed up and down, back and forth, whatever it took to stay in contact with her sex as she squirmed about. He sensed her climax had crested, but did not stop. Instead he rode the wave down and then doubled his efforts to make her come again. Her legs were pressed so firmly against his arms that he expected they would both have bruises the next day, but he did not let that stop him. When her breathing became rapid and shallow again he practically leapt on to her, pressing his cock against her sex and his lips against her mouth.

Sharon let out a yelp of surprise when Paul's body landed on her. His kisses tasted like sex and added fuel to the fire burning between her legs. She grabbed his ass and pulled him close. His throbbing erection sank into her willing flesh.

"Hard, fuck me hard," she moaned.

The urge to reply with a smart assed remark was fleeting; instead Paul complied with Sharon's demand. Sliding his arms under her he gripped her shoulders and thrust his hips forward, burying his cock as deep in her pussy as possible. The sound of his hips slapping against her thighs echoed off the walls. Again and again he rammed his dick into her dripping wet slit, each time ratcheting another notch closer to his own orgasm. He fucked her with long, hard thrusts. 

Each time the head of his cock split her labia apart it sent a tingle up his spine, and every time he felt her pussy swallow up the last bit of rigid shaft he had to put more effort into not coming. The sensation of being inside her was almost completely overwhelming. Despite his obsession with her big tits he was barely aware of them. In the back of his mind he knew she had wrapped her legs around him, but the feeling of her pussy squeezing his cock had his complete attention.

"I...I...I... want you to come ...come...come... inside me" she stuttered between breaths.

It had been a long time since she had experienced a lover like Paul. His raw sexuality was a change of pace from the over polite, almost timid men she had been with recently. The weight of his body flattened her tits and his powerful thrusts sent shock waves through her body. The fact that she had no control over the way he was fucking her only added to her arousal. She tried to squirm out of his grasp, but he was too strong. There would probably be bruises where his fingers gripped her shoulders, and that just made her wetter. It had been a long time since she had experienced such an athletic roll in the sheets. 

"Oh, yes, yes, uh, uh, uh," she moaned as her climax built to a peak. She wanted him to come, but those concerns faded away as the pleasant tingling between her legs exploded and engulfed her entire body.

Paul liked Sharon. He respected her and considered her a friend, but right now all that was set aside. Years and years of pent up lust drove his actions. Despite her pleas for him to come inside her he had other plans, at least for now. The orgasm that was building inside his body would drain him completely, and there were other things he wanted to do to Sharon while his cock was still hard. Watching and feeling her come pushed him to his absolute limits, but he managed to resist the siren's song of his climax. When her body stopped writhing he sat back on his haunches; his gaze shifted down and he watched his cock slide out of Sharon's battered pussy.

"Get on your hands and knees, I'm going to fuck you from behind," he growled.

It took a few seconds to process what Paul said. The demanding tone in his voice forced her to respond, even though her arms and legs felt like they were made out of rubber. She looked up at him; a thin film of sweat made his skin shine and matted the hair on this chest. It was impossible not to steal a glance at his throbbing erection. It too glistened from being wet, but she knew it wasn't sweat that covered his dick. After rolling over she raised her ass. Almost immediately he felt his hands on her hips, no doubt lining her sex up with his throbbing erection.

"I said hands and knees," he said growled.

It would be a wasted opportunity to fuck her with her luscious breasts pressed against the mattress. Paul watched as she placed her palms flat on the bed and slowly straightened her arms. Sharon's tits were spectacular, and in this position gravity made them look even better. Leaning forward he pressed his rigid shaft between her soft cheeks and ran his hands up her body. Soon his palms were pressed against the side of her breasts and he could feel the heat from her sex.

"I want you inside me again."

"Then you should take matters into your own hands."

Sharon wasn't sure if his comment was meant to be demeaning or empowering. It didn't matter; she reached between her legs and grabbed his cock. Pulling it down, she guided the engorged head into her dripping wet slit, reveling in the sensation of being penetrated again.

"Oh... fuck... yes," she moaned, resisting the urge to beg him to come inside her this time. 

The time for asking was over, this time the decision would not be his to make. It wasn't a question of if he was going to come this time, just a matter of when. The muscles around her sex clenched down and she felt his hands tremble against her breasts as his hard cock forced its way into her vagina. One of the things she loved about being fucked from behind was the way it allowed her to move. Shifting her hips up slightly pushed her G spot against his rigid shaft. When the entire length of his erection was buried inside her another slight movement caused her clit to brush against his balls.

"Harder," she insisted.

Complying with her demand was difficult because he was leaning forward to cup her tits in his hands. If he straightened up and put his hands on her hips it would be easy to pound his cock into her pussy, but he wasn't ready to let go of her voluptuous breasts. Rolling her swollen nipples between his fingers Paul thrust his hips forward as hard as he could without toppling over. He could feel the force of the impact as her breasts jiggled in his hands. A memory flashed into his head, a late night run with Sharon when they were in college; he had turned around and run backwards to see if she was still with him and was rewarded with the sight of her big tits bouncing with each stride she took. She caught him staring, but didn't say anything about it. Only later did he realize he probably could have seen a lot more of her breasts if he had tried to seduce her. The expression 'better late than never' brought him back to the present. Sharon's tits were just as spectacular as he had imagined years ago. Spreading his fingers apart he grabbed as much of her flesh as he could and squeezed while he rammed his throbbing erection into her tight, wet pussy.

"I love the way your cock feels inside me," she moaned.

Each time her pussy engulfed his manhood she felt his balls slap against her clit. She wasn't sure if talking dirty would make him come in sooner, but she enjoyed it. He was tugging on her breasts, pulling her body back until she was impaled on his throbbing erection. With all the strength she could muster Sharon clamped down on his erection. Even though she was approaching the limits of her stamina she noticed the tingling sensation had returned.

"Faster, faster, make me come again."

It was impossible to resist her demand this time. Paul finally let go of Sharon's breasts and dug his fingers into her hips, then slammed his cock into her. He would see the impact ripple through her body and cause her tits to swing wildly. Over and over his hips slapped against her ass, and each time a soft whimper escaped her lips. Like a runaway freight train his orgasm raced past the point of no return. His plan of finishing by tit fucking Sharon and coming on her breasts was no longer an option. Every muscle in his body tensed in a desperate attempt to buy just a little more time. Having her hot, wet pussy wrapped around his cock was a feeling he did not want to end, but he knew it could not last forever. It was the sound of her moaning that pushed him over the edge.

"Oh, oh, oh, I'm going to come," he groaned through clenched teeth.

Even though it meant an end to a fantastic fucking Sharon relished the words Paul had just spoken. She felt him shove his cock into her one more time, and then he was motionless. It felt like his erection was trembling, or it could have been the last vestiges of her orgasm. She clenched his manhood tightly and ground her ass against him. The trembling spread to his hands, which were gripping her hips. Finally she heard a satisfied grunt escape his lips as he flooded her pussy with cum.

Time seemed to slow down as his climax peaked. The feeling of Sharon's cunt around his throbbing erection was overwhelming. Paul froze, trying to take in every detail of the moment with Sharon; the way it felt to be inside her, the slow sway of her pendulous breasts, the soft warmth of her skin. Despite a herculean effort on his part the orgasm that had been building since he first penetrated Sharon's soft, wet flesh would not be contained. His cock jerked and pumped a steady stream of cum into Sharon. Her pussy squeezed his dick, milking it for every drop of the pearly white fluid. When the last bit seeped out he relaxed his grip and slowly pulled his exhausted cock out of her sex. She collapsed on to the bed, rolling on to her back with her legs spread. Paul's eyes were drawn to the slit between her thighs. His cum was already trickling out and making a wet spot on the sheet.

"Are you in to cream pies?" Sharon asked with a devilish grin. She blushed, wondering what had possessed her to make such a crude remark.

Those were certainly not the words he expected to hear. Seconds earlier his libido was smoldering ruin, but now it rose like a phoenix. In a flash Sharon's battered sex went from slightly arousing to irresistible.

"I don't know, but let's find out," he replied, crawling backwards down the bed until his face was inches above her sex.

"You don't have to..."

"I know, but I want to..."

The feeling of his lips on her skin sent a shudder through her body. Drawing her arms in she leaned back on her elbows, watching Paul's mouth get closer and closer to her pussy. She was about to tell him to stop when his chin brushed against her clit. Much to her surprise she felt a wave of pleasure pass through her body. It certainly was more than she expected from her well fucked pussy. As his lips drew closer and closer to Sharon's labia Paul felt his arousal increase. It wasn't enough to revive his flaccid penis, but any reluctance about going down on Sharon faded away. When his tongue touched her nether lips he noted the gap between them. Minutes earlier that space had been filled with his hard cock, and he hoped she found his kissing and licking as enjoyable as his hard thrusts. He could not help but wonder how this would be different now that they had both come. He dipped his tongue into her sex. It was soft, wet and warm.

"Oh fuck yes," Sharon moaned. She flinched, surprised by the sound of her own voice. When she watched porn she avoided the closeup shots of cocks and pussies, but she could not look away from the sight of Paul's tongue penetrating her labia. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair and pull his mouth up against her sex, but she could not. If she moved her arms she would fall back on to the mattress and lose sight of the erotic scene before her. She was trapped, a prisoner to his languid pace. It was, in a strange way, flattering to have him going down on her. The entire experience had been a huge ego boost, but having a man like Paul licking her cum soaked pussy made her feel like a porn star. She didn't care what drove him to do this; she pushed any questions about his motivation out of her mind and just enjoyed it.

Paul decided he was going to make up for as many missed opportunities as he could. This wasn't the first time he had gone down on a woman he had fucked, but it had never happened so quickly. Usually there was a nap or some other activity before they started up again. Careful to avoid her clit he kissed and licked her sex. He wanted to make her come again, but not right away. He needed a few minutes to recover and didn't think she would mind if he took his time. The sensation of one of his fingers in her sex was quite different than his throbbing erection. It felt good, but in a subtle way. One thing was for certain, he wasn't squeamish about going down on her. She could feel his tongue sliding between her labia as his finger wallowed in her cum soaked pussy. His lips brushed against her clit and the sensation made her wince. Her eyes wandered a bit, looking at the rest of his body. He was stretched out on the bed and she could see his ass and legs. It wasn't fair that he looked almost as good as he did in college, but she resigned herself to enduring the view of his cute butt and muscular thighs. The feeling of his finger stroking her G spot brought her attention back to the show between her legs. Paul was getting a bit more aggressive, and now his tongue was circling her clit. Occasionally she would feel it brush against her little pearl, but he was clearly teasing her.

"More, more of that," she moaned. This time he didn't tease her, instead his tongue lapped at her clit as his fingers fluttered inside her. A warm and fuzzy feeling radiated out from her sex, pushing back the curtain of exhaustion that was trying to envelope her. There was something else, a catalyst that accelerated her arousal. She knew Paul had to be just as worn out as she was, if not more. He had come twice, something she expected to put him into a deep sleep, but he seemed determined to pleasure her again. The search for a hidden meaning behind his actions threatened to derail the nascent climax that was slowly growing and she made the conscious choice to ignore it and focus on the way his mouth felt against her sex.

Paul didn't question his desire to see her climax again, instead he reveled in it. The feeling of her soft, warm flesh against his lips and around his fingers was addictive. He wanted to fan the embers of her orgasm until the quiet moans and soft whimpers that were escaping her lips grew to screams of ecstasy. He wiggled two fingers inside her and spread her lips apart with his thumb. At the same time his tongue lazily circled her clit. Somewhere in her sex another orgasm was hiding and he was determined to draw it out.

Finally the fatigue in her arms was too much, and she fell back on to the bed. The pornographc image of Paul's tongue lapping at her pussy lingered in her mind. She felt another of his fingers join the party, but this one didn't penetrate her sex. Instead it slipped between her ass cheek. Her first instinct was to tell him to stop, but he seemed to know exactly how much he could push her.

For a moment he considered ordering her to play with tits, but he decided that if she was going to come he wanted full credit for it, and didn't speak. Instead he pressed his lips against her clit and probed it with his tongue. At the same time he moved his fingers, both the two inside her sex and the one nestled between her ass cheeks. She began to thrust her hips up, pressing her pussy against his mouth. The tip of his tongue slid over her clit.

One by one the multitude of thoughts that normally filled her mind faded away. She stopped wondering if it was wrong to jump in bed with a man she had not seen in almost twenty years, she was no longer concerned about what his fingers were doing. She no longer wondered if it bothered Paul that he was probably licking up his own cum. Finally there was just one thing left for her to think about; the warm tingle that was spreading outward from her sex. It took a few seconds for her to realize the cries of ecstasy she heard were her own.

"Oh, oh, oh, YES, YES, yes, don't stop, don't STOP, ah, ah, ah ah!"

The motion of her hips had gone from slow rocking to gentle thrusting and now she was bucking wildly. Both his fingers were buried in her sex and his lips were pressed against the top part of her vulva. The sound of her voice cheered him on. He could feel her pussy squeezing his digits as the muscles in her belly joined the party. When her voice grew quiet he lifted his head and withdrew his fingers.

"Holy shit," she moaned, "please tell me you weren't that good in college. If I was missing out on that..."

"I didn't do that in college," he replied, then continued under his breath, "or any other time."

"Okay, that makes me feel better."

"I'm going to clean up," he said.

"You don't have to."

"I managed to remember my toothbrush, so I might as well use it. Beside, you don't want to wake up next to glazed donut face," he said.

"What?" she asked.

"You've never heard of that?"

"Uh, no,"

Paul laughed, "it's the way a guys face looks after he goes down ... Tim Wells back in college used to show up to morning workouts and I'm pretty sure he had just got out of bed with his girlfriend, his face was shiny and smelled like pussy... so we started calling it glazed donut face."

"Oh yea, he was going out with Sheila... I think I do remember her saying he would wake her up at some crazy hour to fuck, that's crazy. Does that mean I have glazed donut pussy?"

"No, you're exactly the way you are supposed to be."

Paul rolled out of bed and fished the toothbrush out of his bag. By the time he returned Sharon was fast asleep. He slipped into bed next to her and closed his eyes.

The light of dawn was just starting to overpower the glow of the street lights when her eyes opened. She looked over at her bedmate, he was still sound asleep. The sheet covered his body, but she lifted to confirm he was still naked. A grin spread across her face when she saw that his cock was hard, and she slipped out of bed and tip toed to the bathroom. For what she had in mind she needed to get a few things ready. As she took one last glance at him she wondered if she was responsible for the way the sheets formed a tent above his hips. The bed moved just enough to rouse him and when his eyes opened he saw Sharon crawling on to the bed. She was wearing only a seductive smile.




An Unexpected Reunion



"Good morning," he said, running his fingers through his hair.

"It is, and it's going to get better," she replied as she slipped under the sheet and ran her fingers through the hair on his chest.

"Oh really?"

Sharon crawled on top of him, "Yes, really."

"Care to explain?" he challenged.

"If you insist," she said, pressing her breasts against his chest.

"I do."

"First you are going to turn over and I'm going to give you a massage."

"Sounds great."

"That's not all, then I'm going to flip you over and ride your cock," she purred. Even though he was sore from the night's antics her words were music to his ears. It didn't matter how much his cock ached, there was no way he would turn her down.

"And if you can last long enough I have a special surprise for you," she said as she lifted the sheet up.

"A surprise, I'm intrigued," he said as he dutifully rolled over. The first thing he felt was her weight pressing down on his ass.

"I've got some oil, but I'm not sure how I should spread it. My hands are so small, I wonder what else I could use," she teased. It was a shame he could not watch as she drizzled it on to her breasts, but she had faith in his imagination. She shifted slightly to the left so that she could grind her sex against his firm ass. It was tempting to skip the massage; just flip him on his back and stuff his hard cock between her legs, then ride him till they both came, but she wanted more than just being penetrated. She wanted to feel him with every part of her body. She leaned forward and pressed her tits against his back, then began to rock back and forth. Having her press her hips against his ass was discomforting, but at the same time undeniably erotic. The sensation of her breasts sliding up and down his back was unquestionably arousing. It was certainly not quite the back rub he was expecting.

"That should do it," she said, sitting up again and putting her hands on his back. She pressed her hands into the muscles along his spine.

Although less arousing than having her tits slipping up and down his back the massage was enjoyable. In his wildest dreams he could not have imagined the night going in this direction. Her fingers pressed into his shoulders and her thumbs rested near the base of his skull. With surprising strength she caressed his muscles.

At first the movement was very slight, almost undetectable, but the longer she stayed on top of him the more noticeable it became. His hips were moving back and forth. She wasn't sure if he was rubbing his cock against the mattress, or grinding his ass against her pussy. It didn't matter which, she wasn't about to stop him. Her hands moved down his back, stopping half way down and working out towards his ribs. She moved just enough to take full advantage of his rhythmic thrusting. Drawing her hands back she pressed her thumbs down on both sides of his spine. His entire body felt relaxed, although she suspected there was one part of his anatomy that was quite tense. His breathing was slow and deep, that would change soon enough. Now she was straddling his thighs and her hands were caressing his ass. Occasionally the image of her naked, oil covered breasts would drift into his mind, making his cock ache. Then she would slide her hands along his body and send him back into a state of bliss. Even though he was clearly stronger than she was, Sharon felt in control. The idea of role reversal had always intrigued her, but the risk of rejection always frightened her too much. She wondered how much Paul would let her experiment. Her hands slid down his spine and on to his ass. She let her thumbs slip between his cheeks for a brief moment, then quickly put her hands back on his shoulders. He didn't flinch. Emboldened she did it again, but this time she spread his cheeks apart a tiny bit, something that had happened to her more than once. Her hands fell into a rhythm, moving down his spine, playing briefly with his ass, then gliding back up to his shoulders. In her mind she pulled him up on to his hands and knees and pressed her hips against his ass. If he behaved she might even give him a reach around. She leaned forward, pressing her tits against his back again.

"Are you ready for me to fuck your brains out?" she whispered.

"Yea." It wasn't the best answer, but it was all he could muster.

"Then turn over."

It has never occurred to her that there was a sexy way to turn over, but he managed to pull it off. Instead of just rolling over he turned his legs first, with his upper body following. What made it sexy was the way it showed off a six pack that had previously been hidden. Any concerns about her midsection were washed away by the eager smile on his face. She wrapped her fingers around his stiff cock and began to stroke it.

"What should I do with this?" she teased.

"I'm sure you will think of something," he replied.

"Maybe some of this," she offered, pressing the rigid shaft against her pussy and grinding against it. It would be possible to climax that way, and might be funny to watch him come on his own belly instead of inside her.

"Ahh," he replied.

"Or maybe this," she said, pointing his cock straight up and rubbing the smooth tip against her labia and clitoris. She could certainly come from this, and the idea of feeling his hot cum splattering against her clit was intriguing.

"Oh, fuck, yes," he moaned. "And there's always the old standby..." she said as she sank down on to his throbbing erection, relishing the feeling of being penetrated. She wondered if he had forgotten about his surprise. He appeared to be mesmerized by the sight of his cock spreading her labia apart.

"You like to watch?" she asked.

"Uh-huh."

"So I should put on a show for you,"

"Please..."

"You sure it's not too much?" she asked, letting go of his cock and leaning back to give him a better view.

"It probably is, but please don't stop."

"Oh, I'm not stopping until I come..." she said, then put her hands on her oil slicked breasts and squeezed them together.

It was a sight he had seen many times before in porn videos, but seeing his own cock slipping into her pussy was a thousand times more erotic. She wasn't going down very far, the moment the head of his cock vanished from sight she moved back up until only the very tip was touching her labia. Each time she swallowed him up he felt the pressure in his balls start to build. What she was doing felt fantastic, and watching her fuck him and play with her tits made it even more arousing.

"I'm not sure how much of this I can take," he admitted.

"Would it be better if I did this," she asked, sinking down until her clit was pressed against his pubic bone. She started to grind against him.

"Oh, yeah," he moaned.

"Maybe I shouldn't play with my tits either," she said, letting go of her breasts. The look in his eyes told her that her chest was too much of temptation; she pinned his wrists to the mattress. Being deep inside her made it a bit easier to say in control, but he could still feel his climax building.

"You feel so fucking good," he groaned. "I know, now hold still so I can get off on your nice, hard cock."

"Oh, oh, yes." "Are you close?" She asked, dragging her swollen nipples though the hair on his chest.

"Very," Paul gasped out.

"Should I slow down? Remember, you don't get your surprise if you come inside me..." she teased.

Even her taunting was sexy. The rational thing to do was to tell her to stop, to give him time to back away from the edge, but the time for logical thought had long passed.

"Don't stop, I'm good."

Really, so I can do this?" she asked as she clenched down on his throbbing erection and pressed her clit against him.

"Maybe not that," he replied as his climax inched closer. Something didn't add up, he had fucked women much hotter than Sharon for much longer, there was something intangible about her that excited him.

It wasn't right, but the temptation to tease him was irresistible, "So I guess you don't want me to tell you when I come?"

"Uh-huh," he moaned in response.

"Oh,oh, okay, I won't. This is me not coming, not coming, I promise," she moaned, shifting her hips around to find the perfect spot and sliding her breasts across his chest. The tingling between her legs was strong enough that she knew her climax was unstoppable, but she wanted him to come too.

"Fuck it, I'll give you the surprise later, I want you to come inside me," she moaned as she began to ride up and down the entire length of his cock.

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm going to come."

"I want you.... Inside me.... Fill me up" she cried out, pushing back until his throbbing erection was buried deep inside her. She felt his hips move upward, pressing his pubic bone against her clit and sending her spiraling into euphoria.

The surprise she had offered slipped his mind, the way she was fucking him bordered on sensory overload. The muscles of her vagina clamped down on his throbbing erection and her tits bounced up and down, hovering inches from his face then slapping against his chest. What pushed him to his limits was her voice. She wasn't a screamer, and her dirty talk wasn't some over the top porn video script. She said just enough to tell him she was enjoying the experience. There was no way he could refuse her request. Paul stopped fighting the inevitable and let go. He felt his cock jerk as hot, sticky cum flooded into Sharon. As his orgasm ran its course all he could do was watch as she came all over his cock. It was a beautiful sight.

"Don't stop, don't stop, make me come, please, don't stop," she moaned and her climax swallowed her up. 

It had been a long time since a man had made her come this hard. The sound of his moaning grew louder and she looked down at him. Even his O face was charming, and knowing he was climaxing gave her orgasm a second wind. With renewed vigor she bounced up and down on his cock until the sound of their bodies slapping together echoed off the walls. When she felt his body relax she slowed to a stop.

"Why the fuck did we wait so long to do that?" she blurted out.

The room was spinning around as if he were on an amusement park ride even though she still had him pinned to the bed. Gradually he became aware of more than just the way her pussy felt around his cock; her bountiful breasts were flattened against his chiseled chest and her warm breath was flowing against his neck. It took him a few seconds to process what she had said, and he found himself unable to answer.

"I don't know, but I wish we hadn't waited."

With a sigh Sharon rolled off of him and lay on her side, "If you stick around maybe we can make up for lost time?"

"Well, this trip is part vacation, I think I can reschedule a few meetings," he offered.

"How about I get cleaned up and you see what you can do with your calendar," she suggested, sliding off the bed and backing towards the bathroom.

A laugh escaped his mouth as Paul composed a quick email to the client he was supposed to meet with. This was the first time he had written a business email naked and it felt a bit surreal. Just as he finished the message Sharon emerged from the bathroom, still naked except for the towel wrapped around her head.

"The shower is all yours," she said, shaking her head at the sudden desire to help Paul get cleaned up. She had just had a month's worth of sex in the last ten hours and somehow the sight of him naked made her horny again.

"Thanks, I'll try to be quick," he said, tucking the tablet back into his bag. As the warm water flowed over his body Paul consider his hair washing options. There was no shortage of shampoo, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to spend the rest of the day with his hair smelling like a tropical cocktail. The soap was of the unscented variety; he grabbed and began to work up a lather. When he reached his cock the true extent of his overexertion was apparent. It has been a long time since he had fucked so much his dick hurt, but just like the soreness from a good workout at the gym the pain was a small price to pay.

Without even looking up she knew he had left the door open. If he had closed it the sound of the shower would have been muted, instead it was crystal clear. Opening the bottom drawer of her nightstand, she put away the unused toy, Paul's surprise would just have to wait. She turned and looked back towards the bathroom; she could see Paul's naked body. He was facing away from her, and clumps of soapy lather were sliding down his back. In contrast to his earlier statement, he didn't seem to be in a hurry to get out of the shower. Maybe, she pondered, he was waiting for her to join him, but then decided he would not be so subtle. If he had wanted to fuck her in the shower he would have said so. She looked back at the drawer and the neatly organized collection of vibrators, dildos and other toys. After thinking about it for a few moments she snatched up a small vibrator and a nipple clamp, then sat down on the bed and turned her attention to the man in her shower.

The flow of warm water over his dick relieved the aching, so Paul decided to take a few more minutes. More than likely Sharon was still picking out what she was going to wear. She had not said what they were going to do now that he was staying over, but that didn't matter. He enjoyed her company in and out of bed.

Part of her wanted him to turn around and catch her, but he continued to face the wall. The nipple clams were tight enough that she could pull on the chain connecting them, which is exactly what she did. The vibrator buzzed to life, but she was certain the noise of the shower would keep him from hearing it. This particular toy was shaped like a mushroom, intended for external use only. Starting just below her navel she slid the toy from one side of her waist to the other, then back. With each repetition she inched downward. At first she could barely feel anything, the slight bulge of skin seemed to soak up what the toy was dishing out. A laugh escaped her mouth as she thought about explaining to a personal trainer that the reason she wanted to lose weight was to make her vibrator feel better, but it seemed a better reason than fitting into skinny jeans. She looked up again, he was still facing away from her, but now his hands were against the wall just above his head. The light was perfect, with each of the muscles in his arms and back casting a tiny shadow that delineated their position on his body. 

The pattern continued on his ass and the part of his legs that she could see. The buzz of the vibrator had reached her sex, and even though she was a bit sore she had no intent on stopping. The idea of joining him crossed her mind again, but instead of acting on her impulse she decided to just imagine what it would be like. One option was to be on her knees between him and the wall, caressing and sucking his cock. Giving him head had proved more enjoyable than expected, but she wanted more. Instead of fantasizing about giving Paul a blowjob and making him come in her mouth she imagined standing in front of him, striking almost the same pose; facing the shower with her hands against the wall. There would be one big difference; she would be bent at the waist, offering her sex to him. As the spray from the shower rained down on her breasts he would guide his cock into her wet slit. Once he had penetrated her, his hands would grab her hips and pull back until he was buried deep inside her pussy.

The fantasy was so vivid, so tangible that she didn't regret the toy she had chosen. She didn't need a piece of silicone between her legs to know what having him fuck her would be like. The power of her imagination took her right to the edge of climax, and the pulsing sensation of the little vibrator sent her tumbling over the precipice

She was still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm when her subconscious alerted her to the fact the shower was off. She was just putting the toy back in the drawer when she heard footsteps behind her.

The room still smelled like sex, Paul noted as he emerged from the bathroom, and that scent combined with the view of Sharon bent over by the bed made his cock swell. It was still sore; the shower had helped, but not completely cured him.

"What 'cha doing?" he asked, fighting the urge to push her back into bed and bury his face between her tits.

"Uh, just, uh" she stammered, not sure what to say.

When he peered over her shoulder he was pleasantly surprised at what he saw.

"Nice," he said, drawing the word out.

"It's not what it looks like."

"Really, cause it looks like a really good time."

"You don't think it's a bit twisted that I have these?"

"You say twisted like it's a bad thing," he replied.

"Well, twisted or not, it will have to wait. I have a workout class this morning; I thought you could join me. It would be like old times," she suggested.

"I'm not sure I packed gym clothes"

"We can stop on the way and get you something; you can change at the club."

"Please tell me it's not the same 'torture-cise' class you dragged me to in college."

"I've moved on, it's more like Pilates and Yoga," she countered.

"Do you wear yoga pants?"

"I suppose," She sighed, "if that's what it takes to make you go."

"It's a deal."

"Get dressed, if we have to go shopping for you we need to leave now," she said. "Oh, and we are meeting a few of my friends there. "

The shopping trip had been more fun that she expected, with Paul modeling each outfit she brought him and feigning modesty as the shorts got shorter and the shirts got tighter. Much to her disappointment he insisted on changing back into his street clothes before leaving the store. Now she was waiting outside the men's dressing room for him to emerge.

"What are you doing over here?"

Sharon turned to see Katrina, one of the friends she was meeting for the class.

"Waiting for my friend," Sharon replied.

"You didn't mention your friend was a man."

"Does that matter?"

"That depends, is he cute?"

"Kinda," Sharon replied.

"Is he gay?" Katrina asked with a grin.

"I don't think so," Sharon replied sheepishly. It was pretty clear that Paul liked pussy, but it was entirely possible he swung both ways. The man she knew in college did enjoy some traditionally feminine pursuits like cooking. Although she was looking away from the doorway the expression on Katrina's face heralded Paul's arrival.

"If you aren't already sleeping with him then I calling dibs," Katrina said under her breath. A smile spread across Paul's face when he saw Sharon blushing. The comment from her friend must have been quite salacious to get such a reaction. "My ears are burning, you must be talking about me," he said.

"Katrina, this is Paul. Don't believe anything he says about me," Sharon said, and then turned to Paul, "and that goes double for her."

Continuing to smile, Paul extended his hand. Katrina was cute, average height with short brown hair, a button nose and dark eyes. Like Sharon, she was a bit overweight, but carried it well.

"I'd love to hear about Sharon's embarrassing past, but the class is about to start," Katrina said.

Paul followed the two women to the studio where the rest of her friends were waiting. The class was mostly women, and Paul found himself in the center row. Somehow Sharon and her friends had all ended up behind him. The music started and the instructor, a perky redhead lead them through the routine, which seemed to combine aerobics, Pilates and a bit of yoga. Paul found some of the stretches painful, but the rest was well within his abilities.

"Is he the reason you are walking funny?" Katrina teased.

"If I say yes will you shut up about it?" Sharon groused.

"No," Kendall laughed.

"Whatever, yea, he spent last night with me."




An Unexpected Reunion



"Is he spending tonight with you too?"

"I don't know, maybe," Sharon answered.

"Cause if he needs a place to park that cute butt, I've got room."

"He does have a nice ass," Chrissy added.

"Uh, do you talk to your husband with that mouth?" Sharon shot back.

"If you don't want me to look maybe you should have picked out baggier shorts for him," Chrissy retorted.

"Go ahead and look, what's the point in having arm candy if you can't show it off," Sharon replied, wondering if Paul had any idea they were talking about him. 

"I bet he's a tasty valentine's treat," Kristina teased.

"And a lot less fattening," Chrissy added. "A moment on the lips and then between my hips," Kendall said with a laugh.

Every time he turned to face them there was a broad grin on his face. It was just like old times, except this time she was really fucking him, not just dreaming about it.

While none of them were drop dead sexy, Paul enjoyed the brief glimpses of the women every time he spun around. Sharon had spoken the truth when she said none of them were hotter than she was, but it was a close race for second place. Out of the group Sharon seemed to be the most focused on actually working out. The others were either shamelessly flirting with him, or horsing around with each other. Before he realized it the class was ending.

"So now what?" Paul asked has he put his mat on the stack.

"Brunch, of course," Katrina replied.

"And that means Mimosas," Karen added.

"But first we get cleaned up and change clothes," Sharon said, turning towards the women's locker room.

"I'm guessing you two hooked up in college," Carol teased as Sharon stepped out of the shower.

"Actually no," Sharon answered as she towel dried her hair.

"But you're hitting it now, right?" Cheri said.

"Can we talk about something else," Sharon replied, blushing.

"Yes, like where we are going for bunch," Chrissy interjected, "once we get a few drinks in him I'm sure Paul will tell us what's going on,"

"Oh, I think it's pretty obvious her milkshakes are what brings him to the yard," Cheri said, putting her hands on Sharon's breasts and shaking them.

The pink tint on Sharon's face turned bright red. Out of the group Cheri was the most aggressive, and this wasn't the first time Cheri's hands had ended up on Sharon's tits.

"You sound jealous," Sharon teased, trying to take back control of the situation, "I'm just not sure if you are jealous of me or of Paul."

"Get a few drinks in her and it could be either," Chrissy teased.

"I guess we'll find out at brunch," Kristina added.

Brunch was a loud blur, with half the women interrogating him and the other half flirting with him, both of which seemed to amuse Sharon. Paul found the experience flattering, but was anxious to be alone with Sharon again. When it was all over each woman insisted on hugging him, and two of them grabbed his ass.

The rest of the day passed quickly with a brief bit of sightseeing and a discussion of the options for the evening. Each time they passed a sign for Valentine's day they both smiled awkwardly or laughed nervously. Paul suggested going out to dinner, but Sharon persuaded him that they should make something at her place, just like they used to in their college days. Once the menu was decided on they made a trip grocery store and were soon back at Sharon's residence sharing kitchen duties and discussing various leisure activities. Before long dinner was over and they were cleaning up.

"Sounds fun," Paul said, replying to her comment about meeting him at a nearby amusement park the next time he was in the area.

It never occurred to her that a man doing dishes could be sexy, but Paul in the kitchen wearing just a V neck T shirt and his button fly jeans certainly got her juices flowing. The shirt wasn't skin tight; instead it was just snug enough to hint at what his body looked like. The same was true for his jeans, not tight like skinny jeans, but they bulged in all the right places. The urge to walk up behind him and smack his firm ass was almost impossible to resist.

"Barefoot and in the kitchen, now if you were just making me a 'samich' it would be perfect," she teased.

"It's a new world," he retorted.

"Did you get enough?" she asked.

"Enough food? Yes."

"Are you saying you are hungry for something else?"

"I am," he replied. Hungry was an understatement, craving would have been a better choice, and the outfit she was wearing only made things worse. The plunging neckline of her blouse showcased her ample cleavage and revealed just a hint of the lacy bra that put her tits on display, and the skirt hugged her ass perfectly, with the material ending at mid thigh.

"If I'm not enough...." She said, and then started to giggle.

"What are you laughing about?" he asked, putting the last dish away.

"I... I'm not sure if I should tell you. It will give you a big head."

"Don't leave me hanging like that," he protested.

"I like the way you hang," she replied with a laugh, "on the rare occasions that thing isn't pointed straight up."

"You have a great laugh,"

"If you think flattery is going to get you what you want..." 

"And you are way too smart for me..."

"Still not working," she chided.

"How about I make waffles in the morning?"

"With syrup and whipped cream?"

"Only if you promise to lick your plate clean," he replied.

"That's an offer I can't refuse," she conceded. The recipe for his waffles was one secret he had never shared, but the implication he would stay one more night was an even bigger prize, and the plate wasn't the only thing she was thinking about licking.

"My friends think you are hot... well, hot is an understatement," She said, putting her arm on him and walking her fingers up his chest.

"Oh really?"

"Too bad for you I don't share well."

Paul tipped his head to the side like a confused puppy, "Why is that?"

A few more giggles bubbled up and she shook her head, how he could be both brilliant and clueless at the same time amazed her. "I'm pretty sure we could be having a threesome right now..."

"Bullshit," he replied, but feeling aroused at the same time.

"I'm serious," she insisted, "Katrina and Kendall were both ready to take you home."

"One of them actually offered?" he inquired.

"No one asked if they could come over and fuck you, but a couple of them dropped some pretty obvious hints. I thought Katrina was going to rub one out in the shower at the gym."

"I think they were just teasing you," he replied, but thinking of Katrina rubbing her pussy at the same time.

"There was plenty of that too; apparently I walk funny after you screw me all night."

Wrapping his arms around her he smiled, "You weren't the only one that was sore, and seeing your friends in the downward dog pose didn't help. "

Sharon laughed again.

"What's funny about that?" he asked.

"I'm just thinking of their reaction if they heard you say that, have you ever been with two women?" she explained.

"No, one has always been enough, although..."

"Oh, and here I was thinking maybe the next time you visit I might be less possessive... but it sounds like you aren't ready to handle something like that," she replied.

"I didn't say that," he interjected.

"Well, you'd have to fuck all of them to be fair, or it would be an epic catfight..."

"It would probably kill me, but if that's what it takes to be fair..."

"I'm kind of surprised you haven't tried it..." she mused.

"I've done 69, and I've always thought of that as practice..."

"Hmm," she replied, "I've never thought of it that way."

"Yea, it's not much of a stretch to imagine two different women, or in your case, two different men. Have you ever been in a threesome?" he asked.

"Now you've got me thinking," she replied, dodging his question.

"That you are going to call one of your friends?" he teased.

"Sort of, I'll explain later," she answered.

"Why do you taunt me like this?"

"Well, tonight you can have me and the twins," she offered, grabbing her tits," and I still owe you a surprise, does that make up for my being selfish?"

"So you've never been in a threesome either."

"No, like I said, I don't share well."

"Two guys wouldn't be sharing," he countered.

"If it was two of you I wouldn't walk for a week, but hold that thought," she said, then turned and walked towards the bedroom.

In his head Paul imagined each of her friends naked. None of them were knockouts, instead they were like a catalog of fetishes; Katrina was the tall Amazon, Kendall was the petite spinner, Felicia's southern accent was impossible to resist and between her naughty smile and glasses Cheri was the perfect naughty librarian, but they all paled next to Sharon. When she emerged from the bedroom she had a small gift bag in her hand and a seductive grin on her face. It was obvious she had removed her bra and he was captivated by the way her breasts swayed as she walked.

"Is that for me?"

"It's for us," she answered.

"Let me see."

"Later, it's part of your surprise. It's not exactly a threesome, is that okay?" she queried.

"Absolutely," he replied, pulling her body against his.

Feeling Paul's body against her was a rush, and even through his jeans she could feel his erection. If he was disappointed about the lack of another woman he was hiding it well.

"Now," she said as she started to unbutton his pants, "let's get started."

All he could do was watch as she dropped to her knees and pulled his pants down. In no time his boxer briefs were also below his knees and she was stroking his hard cock.

"I'm not being too forward, am I?" she said with a laugh.

"No, no, not at all," he stammered.

"I've been thinking about sucking your cock ever since you said 69, but I don't want you to come in my mouth... if you want your surprise you're going to need this," she said, shaking his erection.

In her experience how much she enjoyed giving head was very dependent on the guy. If he acted like as ass and thought he was entitled to it then it rarely went well, but Paul wasn't like that. He clearly appreciated what she was doing, and his enjoyment was infectious. He knew it was a gift, and the soft moans that escaped his mouth told her that he appreciated what she was doing. She felt his hand slip inside her blouse and caresses her breast.

"Are you thinking about me and someone else, or just me?"

"You.... And the twins," he moaned in response. It was tempting to fantasize about being with Sharon and one of her friends, but the way she was stroking and sucking his cock was overwhelming.

"Maybe later you can fuck the twins," she teased and she stroked the entire length of his throbbing erection. The idea of his hard cock sliding between her tits was tempting, but she had something else in mind. First she wanted to pleasure him with her mouth.

"That feels so good," he moaned as her lips inched down his cock and her tongue probed the most sensitive parts of his erection. He looked down and realized she had unbuttoned her blouse; the garment had spread open, revealing her glorious breasts. It was undeniable that her naked tits were a spectacular sight, but that is not what grabbed his attention. She had pulled his cock down so that he could see his rigid shaft penetrating her mouth, and she was looking up at him with lust in her eyes. The pressure in his balls skyrocketed and he quickly realized that not coming in her mouth was going to be a challenge.

"I know, I've had lots of practice," she replied. For some reason the idea of being in a threesome with Paul and another man had taken root, and she wanted see if he reacted to the suggestion that she had sucked a lot of dicks.

"Ahh,ohh, yes, ahhh," he moaned. Instead of just moving her head she was moving her entire upper body back and forth. Seeing her breasts move pushed his arousal dangerously close to climax.

The distinct taste of cum leaking out of his cock told her that her comments didn't bother him much, and that she was extremely close to sabotaging the surprise again. She pulled her head back and his dick popped out of her mouth, it was dripping wet.

Paul put his hands on her head and pulled her up; when she was standing he bent forward and kissed her on the lips. She pushed his shirt up so that her tits were pressed against his bare skin.

"I want you," he moaned.

"I know," she replied.

"Bedroom?"

"No, I want you to fuck me right here in the kitchen, she said turning away from him and grabbing his cock at the same time. She pulled on his cock until she felt the smooth head against her lips. The feeling of her hot, wet pussy caught him by surprise. Apparently she had removed her panties when she disappeared into the bedroom. He started to lift her skirt, but she pulled it back down.

"Not yet, you will ruin your surprise," she scolded, "now hold still and let me fuck you."

It was probably better that he didn't see the way her pussy swallowed up his cock; it would have pushed him to the edge of climax and beyond. Instead he put his hands on her tits and pinched her nipples between his fingers.

To keep from giving away the surprise she could not take him in very far, but that was hardly a problem; the feeling of being penetrated, of the broad head of his cock spreading her labia apart was quite enjoyable. It was tempting to show off and squeeze his cock, but that would end things much too soon. 

Instead she put one hand between her legs to feel they way her vulva bulged out as his cock sank into her. Gradually her fingers found their way to her clit and she stroked it as she swayed back and forth on his throbbing erection. His warm hands cupped her breasts and squeezed them, but not tight to keep them from swaying slightly. She wondered if he noticed that she was touching her pussy, or if he was lost in the way it felt to be inside her.

"Oh, oh, Sharon, ah, ah," he moaned.

Hearing him say her name nudged her over the edge, and she slipped effortlessly into a euphoric state. Suddenly she was aware of every contour of his cock, from the veins that spiraled up the rigid shaft to the wide rim and smooth head. It wasn't overpowering, although it did make her knees feel a bit weak. It ended as slowly and quietly as it started, and left her feeling slightly intoxicated

"You're still hard."

"Yea."

"So you haven't come yet?"

"I think you need to show the twins some love," she said, turning around and dropping to her knees.

"I agree."

"But don't come on my tits, or no surprise," she warned.

"Okay,"

"Promise..."

"Okay," he moaned.

"Say, 'I promise I won't come on your tits'" she teased.

"I promise I won't, I won't come on your tits," he groaned, hoping he could keep the agreement. Scooping her breasts up with her hands she wrapped them around his cock. It was hard and hot and wet. It smelled like sex and slide easily between her breasts. It was tempting to make him break his promise, just to prove she could do it, but she had taunted him long enough. Tonight he would get what she had been teasing him with.

Even though he knew it was a bad idea he could not resist watching his throbbing erection as he fucked her tits. Just seeing her big soft breasts engulfing his cock was arousing, but watching her tug on her swollen nipples was almost too much.

"I want my surprise," he replied, knowing that he was right on the point of no return. A few more thrusts and her breasts would be dripping with hot, sticky cum.

"So I should tell you what it is, or just show you?" she teased.

"Show me," he replied. As much as he like to hear her talk dirty, seeing was even better.

"I'll give you a hint. I want you to fuck me," she said with a giggle.

"I'm not sure that is much of a surprise."

Dropping her hands to her side she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his cock. At the same time she put one hand between her legs, "I'm so wet."

"Again, not a surprise."

"Be patient," she insisted as she reached up and grabbed the bag off the counter.

The first thing she pulled out was a condom, "Trust me, this is going to make it better." Then she ripped the packet open and rolled the condom onto his cock. The idea of having a woman put a rubber on his dick wasn't new,. He had read about it more than once as a way to spice things up, but it was a much bigger turn on that he expected.

"And if you don't mind, this is for me," she said, pulling a bright purple vibrator out of the bag. "I'll allow it," he replied, trying not to sound too eager. Ever since she had showed him her drawer full of toys he had been thinking about watching her use them. She stood up and turned away from him again, then bent at the waist. Grasping the hem of her skirt she slowly lifted it up until her ass was completely exposed. When she started to lift the fabric up he felt his heart skip a beat, there was no way the surprise was what he was thinking. Then he saw it, nestled between her cheeks was one of her toys. The orgasm that has been simmering deep in his body was suddenly on the verge of boiling over.

"How about I want you to fuck me in the ass," she purred.

"Uh, uh," he stammered.

Grabbing the toy she pulled it out and dropped it on the floor, then reached into the bag one more time. She pulled out a bottle of lube, flicked the cap open and then tipped it up. She could feel the cool, thick fluid flow between her cheeks.

"Ever done this before?" she asked, snapping the bottle shut and dropping it on the floor.

"No," he replied, hoping that honesty was the best policy.

"Me neither, well, with a guy. I've done it with toys. Let me start, and go slow," All he could do was watch as she grabbed his cock and pressed it against her ass. Then she started to push back. His rigid shaft bowed slightly, and then the tip started to penetrate her tight orifice.

The toy had helped, but his erection was bigger than she had anticipated. Even though she had practiced this several times she was still nervous, but something deep down wanted to know what it was like to be fucked in the ass. As the head of his cock stretched her ass open she bit her lip; it stung slightly, but at the same time knowing that Paul was her first, and she his, was an erotic thrill without equal. With one final push she felt the broad head of his cock slip inside, and experienced a bit of relief as her body clamped down on the slightly narrower shaft. His hands were on her cheeks, pressing them together so that they wrapped around his dick, making her aware of an erogenous zone that she never knew existed. The pain faded away as he started to thrust, then pull back, sending a tingle up her spine. The moment she realized that she might climax like this spawned another thought, what kind of freak comes from being fucked in the ass? The brief moment of panic was drown out by the feeling of Paul's throbbing erection sliding back into her ass.

"Hold still," she requested, and he complied. 

Even though her hand was hidden from view, he knew she was sliding the vibrator into her pussy. He knew when she turned it on, both from the audible buzzing and the faint vibrations.

"I'm not sure I can take much of this," he moaned.

It didn't matter if he came in five seconds or five minutes, the feeling of being penetrated by two hard cocks was locked into her memory, even if one of them was just a toy. She wondered if she could do this for real. Was she bold enough to fuck two men at the same time? Was Paul open minded enough to share her with another man? As he started to move again she relished the way he felt. What she was doing was delightfully slutty, something that would make her blush if she thought about it for long, something she wasn't sure she would share with her friends.

It was more than just a fantasy realized; doing this with any woman would have done that. Fucking Sharon in the ass was a dream come true. Listening to the guttural moans that emanated from her mouth while she clenched his cock with her ass sent him racing towards his climax. Pulling back he slipped his cock free of her for a moment, and then thrust forward. She had been right, he did need the condom, and without it he would have already come. For reason he did not understand or question the way her tight ass felt on his cock overwhelmed his senses.




An Unexpected Reunion Ch. 2



My mouth traced down his stomach, tasted his belly button, ran my tongue in lazy circles around it, going wider and wider, down into his groin. When I got to the edge of his hair, all damp and curly from my wetness, I sucked the hair into my mouth, pulling and teasing, while I felt the hardness of his cock lying against my throat.

His hands were entwined in my hair now, silently urging me on...to continue...to NOT stop. I was getting so hot, I didn't know if I could hold off any longer. I moved down on the bed just a bit more, so I could move around his cock and take his balls into my mouth. One at a time, I caressed, sucked, tongued, loving the fullness and the hardness of them. I knew...I knew I could drain every drop from them. I stroked the insides of his thighs, ending each stroke at the center of his manhood.

Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. I wrapped my mouth around the base of his shaft, and slowly worked my lips and tongue up one side and down the other. His cock was quivering with the wanting of me, but he was waiting to see what I would do. I had his dick all nicely wet, when I stopped at the tip and opened my mouth wide and pulled in the head, just to the lip, and the cord just beneath. I touched this cord very gently, knowing how sensitive it was. My tongue was going around in slow circles, stopping often to dip into the slit at the tip of his head. Slow drops of precum were oozing out the end and I licked them off, knowing there was more coming.

Maddeningly and slowly, I sunk down on his dick, wrapping my tongue around his shaft, flexing and stroking while pressing tightly against it. Up and down I went. One hand softly massaging his balls and my other hand at the base of his prick, stretching and pushing the skin in rhythm to the up and down movement of my head. I could sense the tightening of his muscles, the clenching of his hands in my hair, and the moans of "Don't stop, please don't stop, I can't stop, I am going to cum. Help me, I need you".

With one fluid motion, I lifted my mouth off Tony's cock and, before he could protest, I had straddled him. Poised high, I centered the tip of his cock at the entrance to my pussy, my wetness slowly oozing down over the juices from my mouth. Tony's hands found their way to my waist and with a rough motion and a deep groan, he half raised himself, just long enough to impale me on his cock. He pulled me down so hard, I almost bounced, but I let out a scream as I felt it drive deep into the insides of me. No slow entrance, no probing, inch-by-inch. This was a hard, fast jolt that rocked both of us. Nothing could have stopped us now.

Tony's hips clenched and he drove himself up into me, as I spread my legs and rode him. I wiggled. I went around in circles. I pulled myself up and jammed myself down. Faster and faster I went, matching the hard stroking jamming my insides, the swelling of his tool filling my pussy. I could feel the tip of his head stroking against the inner wall of me, stretching me...pounding me. My tits were swaying back and forth. His hands were tight on them, bruising the tips with the strain of the orgasm that was building up inside me.

Everything became a blur, unaware of the motions, unaware of the sheets or the comforter, sounds...unaware of anything except the blending together of two bodies, melded into one. And then, it started. The cord under his cock started pulsing, swelling even more with the jetstream of hot juices now ejecting from the head of his dick. Again and again, one orgasm after another, each prolonging the climax of the other, until both were in unison, rising into the sky, only to finally ease off, slower and slower. Awareness of the surroundings came back, and the only sound that could be heard was the ragged sound of our breathing, as we tried to catch out breaths. Slowly I sank down on Tony, his softening tool still encased inside me. Tony's hands slowly stroked my back while I rested on his heaving chest.

No words were spoken...there was no need. We both knew that something very special had just happened and that this would not be the last time for us. I drew my legs together and put them inside Tony's legs, so his cock would stay inside me. I wrapped my arms around him, gave him one final kiss as we drifted off to sleep.