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Do Over

By: RachelSilk



"That's a do over, Mom!"

"No sweetie, there is no such thing as a do over. That was your third roll. Rolling again would be cheating."

"No fair Mom. I quit."

On another day, I might have patiently explained the benefits of fair play, how no one likes to play with a cheater, how finishing what you start will serve you well through life, using my parenting skills to make a difference in his young life, today I simply respond,

"Okay, go watch TV. I have to pack anyway."

He goes and sits on the couch in a huff, while I go to my bedroom. My suitcase sits empty on the bed, just as I left it. I leave later this afternoon for my 25th school reunion. I had not attended one since the 5 year reunion. After the first 15 minutes everybody was back in the same old cliques, the Jocks and Jills, druggies, space cadets, nerds, and those that I could swear never went to my school. I shudder to think that I too once fit neatly in one of those cliques. I think I'd rather be going to get a root canal than back to my home town. I have not even told my Mother I'm coming, but that's a whole different story. But when my old best friend Janet called and said she was the chairperson this year and she wouldn't enjoy herself without her old running buddy, I succumbed in a moment of weakness and could not bring myself to cancel now. To make matters worse my husband Mike had a meeting on Friday and wasn't going to go. Not that he would have anyway. He is as smart and funny a person as I have ever known, yet he can't stand large gatherings of people, especially when he would not know any of them.

I pick through my closet, finally ending up with some jeans, a couple of blouses, and skirt and sweater. Twice that number of items lay on the floor of my closet. I pull some underwear from my lingerie chest and toss them on top, and push my make-up bag in the zippered flap, and head back out to the den.

I'm just finishing giving my son a snack when Mike walks in the door. 

"Traffic is kind of heavy. We better leave now for the airport."

"Okay, let me finish the dishes. Do me a favor, throw my hair dryer into the suitcase and zip it up for me."

Mike headed back to the bedroom and returns shortly with my suitcase in hand and the three of us head to the car for the trip to the airport. 

The flight had been uneventful. I got stuck sitting next to a lady who told me her life story even though I kept my head down in the latest Kellerman book, lifting it only to sip my red wine. She was just burying her older brother when the wheels of the plane mercifully touched down on the runway and we pulled into the gate. I called Mike on my cell while waiting for my bag. Luckily my bag was the second one down the chute and I walked out front. In just a second I heard a honk and a gray Lexus SUV stopped in front of me. Janet jumped out of the vehicle and ran around to me. We both squeal like the school girls we use to be and hug. It's been about 11 years since I saw her at her Dad's retirement party. She still looks much the same as she did in school, except maybe 25 pounds heavier. Not fat by any means, just a little fuller. 

"My God, Beth, you look great. I bet you still weigh what you did when we graduated. You must exercise all the time"

She is almost right on the weight and dead wrong on the exercise. I must have been blessed with good genes, because I have to do very little to maintain 115 lbs on my 5"4" frame.

We throw my stuff in back and head towards the hotel. I did not rent a car so I couldn't feel guilty and breakdown and visit my Mother. The hotel where the reunion activities are being held is adjacent to a mall, with restaurants and shopping, so I will be fine. Along the way we chit chat and catch up on each others lives. Soon the conversation turns to the reunion and Janet brings me up to speed on all the gossip, who's divorced, who's cheating with whom, who turned out gay, who's in prison, all the essential stuff.

"And you know Beth, Jimmy is going to be here."

"Jimmy?" I ask quizzically although I know exactly who she is referring to. He was an All-State running back, signed a baseball scholarship with Arkansas, President of the Senior class, and my first true love. We dated for the better part of a year, before his path to Arkansas was different than mine to Tennessee. We stayed in touch for a while but the calls and letters became fewer and further apart until they stopped altogether. Sometimes over the first few years, in those quiet reflective times, I wondered what happened to him. But then life comes at you pretty fast and I had not thought about him for years until the reunion came up. I wondered if he would attend. 

"Oh, Jimmy. What's he up to these days?" I ask as nonchalantly as possible.

"He's doing good. Married, two kids, 18 and 16, and he's a supervisor over at the factory."

I felt a pang of sadness. Jimmy dreamed of being a lawyer and he ended up at the factory? What happened? Or was it the part about married, two kids, that triggered my emotion?

We drove on, going past Blake Park. Jimmy and I use to go parking there, down by the boat launch. My mind drifts back...

...We had been to the movie, we loved to see comedies and often we would see a good one over and over again. As often would happen, we ended up down by the boat launch. It was usually pretty private back there. A known Lovers Lane, it was dark and secluded, with little or no through traffic. It was a mid spring evening, cool but not cold. Too early for those pesky mosquitoes, so the windows were down. We were making out like crazy. That's all we had ever done, make out. I was such a hot thing. Had he only asked or tried something, he could have had it all. I was too shy to initiate, a trait I carried for a long time, although I think Mick Jagger was singing about me when he shouted, "If you start me up, I'll never stop". I was wearing a short dress that buttoned in the front and Jimmy had on his usual jeans and button down shirt. Our tongues entwined together, each thrusting to gain an advantage. Jimmy dropped his head down and sucked on my neck and I shivered. He started to kiss down the front of my neck towards my chest. This was new. He reached the top of my dress and pulled away and looked into my eyes. His fingers came up and grasped the top button. His eyes asking permission...

"Beth, we're here at the hotel."

"Oh, I'm sorry Janet. I guess I'm tired from the trip."

I retrieve my stuff from the back and head into the hotel.

"Lunch tomorrow?"

"Sounds great. Thanks for picking me up."

I check into the hotel and take the elevator to my eighth floor room. I throw my suitcase on the bed and open it to unpack. I take the hair dryer and make-up bag into the bathroom and return. 

"What?" 

The underwear I had packed was no where to be found. Instead there were several of my sexy little things. The type you wear when you know they will not stay on for more than 15 minutes. Mike's idea of a joke. Well, I can go into the mall tomorrow and buy something more appropriate, I think. I take them and put them in a drawer and hang up the other stuff and get ready for bed. I had forgotten to throw in pajamas so I undress down to my panties and climb into bed. I had slept in panties only for years until parenthood intervened and pajamas became a necessity for those frequent trips down the hall, past the windows, to check on or sooth the little one. I turn the TV on and lay down on the bed. The sheets are crisp and cool against my skin. My nipples erect against the material. My mind wanders back to the park...

...I stare into Jimmy's big brown eyes and nod. I watch his fingers, they are actually trembling, as he unbuttons the first button. He moves on to the second button with a bit more confidence and releases it as well. My bra comes into view. As one who doesn't need a whole lot of support, I'm wearing a thin, light blue, nylon like bra. Once the third button is opened my whole chest is exposed. My nipples are hard and very noticeable through the thin material. Jimmy stares at them then slowly brings his hand up and cups a breast in his strong hand. A small sigh escapes from me. He traces the outline of a nipple with his fingers. The sigh becomes a moan of pleasure. The next several minutes are frenzied as the makeout session resumes times 10. My lips are sore from the force and passion of his kisses and I pull away from his mouth for a moment. We are both panting for breath. I'm not sure exactly how we got to this point, but I'm straddling one of his legs. My arms are out of the sleeves of my dress and it is bunched down around my waist. Jimmy looks at me again and reaches behind me, pulling and pinching at my bra strap. I giggle and reach down between my breasts and release the clasp. Jimmy looks embarrassed for moment before taking the bra and pushing it back, and off my shoulders. He leans in and I look down as his warm tongue gently licks my swollen, long nipple before sucking it between his lips. No stranger to self exploration, I'm surprised when a small but definitely intense climax erupts through me. Jimmy pulls me to him as his mouth, lips, and tongue make love to my breasts. Both his hands reach behind me, under my dress, and caress and squeeze my ass through my panties. Somehow his jeans are open and his hard dick has escaped from the top of his underwear. My hand finds its way around his erection and I begin to rub him. We quickly find a nice rhythm as my hand slides up and down his shaft, his mouth switches back and forth between nipples, and his hands gripping my ass allowing me to rock my panty covered crotch against the denim of his jeans. I feel a much larger climax building inside me. Jimmy cries out that he is coming. I look down just as the first blast of semen spurts from his dick, landing across my chin and mouth. I quickly cover his head with my other hand and feel his hot juices coat my hand and fingers, triggering my own release. We both slowly begin to regain our senses. Instinctively, my tongue snakes out and I lick my lips, tasting Jimmy's come for the first, but definitely not the last time...

I have orgasmed twice while remembering my experience with Jimmy and I rub my still wet fingers across my nipples before reaching down and pulling my panties back up my legs. I sleep well into Friday morning.

I meet Janet for a late lunch and once again our talk is non-stop. I glance down at my watch and it's already a quarter till 4. Janet says she needs to get home and change. Tonight is an informal cocktail reception and Saturday night is the more formal dinner and dance. Janet drops me off at the front of the hotel and speeds off. I return to my room and run a hot bath and slip into the warmth, truly dreading the next 36 hours. I drift back to Blake Park.

...It's two weeks or so later now. Things move at a much faster rate after that night. We've been parked for maybe 10 minutes and we are in the back seat. My blouse and bra are in the floor, as are Jimmy's jeans and shirt. My shorts are open and unzipped, I'm lying on top of Jimmy, and his hands are in my shorts. I rise up so he can kiss my breasts and as he does so he moves his hand down my ass, between my legs and rubs my pussy through the thin material that I know is soaked. This has become our new routine, he plays with my pussy until I climax, followed by me jacking him off. Something I'm proud to say I have become quite adept at. Sure enough my climax arrives right on schedule and I roll to the side and reach for his erection. Jimmy grabs my hand and sort of stumbles with his voice, finally asking me for a blow job. I don't really know what to do but, hey I'm game. I bend over and kiss the plumlike head of his cock. Jimmy groans and immediately begins shooting spray after spray of his come into my mouth, which I swallow as quickly as I can. I remember thinking that these blow jobs aren't so hard after all...

I've brought myself to climax again in the tub and I'm still sensitive as I dry off and get dressed for the reception. I never made it to the mall so I slip into a lace thong and matching bra that would make a stripper take pause. The thong is no problem under my jeans but my shirt is a little thin, perfect for the camisole that Mike removed from my suitcase, not so much for the lace stretch bra, clearly visible beneath the blouse along with a hint of my dark nipples. Well it's either this or braless, so off I go. 

The reception is set up in one of the hotel meeting rooms. There is a cash bar on either side along with a table of munchies. Janet is sitting at the greeting table handing out nametags that include a blow-up of your yearbook photo. Personally I think there should be a law mandating the destruction of all such photos. She hands me mine and says she will catch up with me in about 20 minutes or so. I head to the bar and get a glass of wine and begin to mingle. Is that Men at Work I hear playing on the sound system? I see a few old friends but the conversation is forced. Usually starting with how are you, how many kids, what do you do, followed by awkward silence then a clumsy exit from the non-conversation and on to the next victim. I move towards the side of the room and stand alone, thankful for a brief respite when a hand touches my shoulder from behind.

Jimmy has aged nicely. His brown eyes are still as bright. He has a little salt and pepper thing going with his hair that looks so good on men. His body still looks like he could play ball if he wanted to. Damn he looks good.

I start to stick out my hand but Jimmy steps to me and we share a long, warm embrace. We both start to speak at the same time and stop and laugh nervously. There is a small table in the corner that is empty and we move there and sit down. We sit and talk forever about everything under the sun. Even after all these years, we still have a connection, and an attraction, with each other. When I asked about his wife, he told me she was a nurse and working the overnight shift and wouldn't be able to attend any of the reunion activities. When I told him Mike couldn't make it either, I think his smile got just a little bit wider, or maybe it was just my imagination. Janet joined us for a bit but then was off again, playing hostess. It was getting late and the crowd had really thinned out and some of the hotel staff was already cleaning up. I tell Jimmy I'm headed up to my room. He is surprised I'm not staying with my mother then asks if he could walk me to my room. I hesitate before agreeing. The ride up in the elevator is mostly silence. I open the door to my room before turning to say goodnight. The king size bed looms in front of me and I turn to Jimmy. He moves forward again for a hug and I wrap my arms around him. Before I realize it he moves his head down and is kissing me. I'm so surprised that I don't react. He slips his tongue against my lips and I open my mouth. We kiss for around 30 seconds before Jimmy starts to ease me into the room. I break away and look at him for a moment before telling him goodnight. Jimmy says goodnight as well, but is not anxious for the conversation, or night, to end. He asks if he can have a dance tomorrow. I say sure, I think dancing is the only thing we never did when we were dating. Jimmy disagrees, saying there were two things we never did. I walk into the room and shut the door behind me.

It's a very restless night. I toss and turn thinking about Jimmy's kiss. I feel guilty that I not only allowed it, but kissed him back. How could I have done that? I grab my pillow and fluff it for at least the tenth time and rest my head on it once more. Two things we never did won't leave my mind. Why we never went all the way is still a mystery to me. Birth control was part of it, but he could have bought a trailer full of condoms and I would have gladly helped him use them all. The very next guy I dated was my first. It should have been Jimmy. I remember the closest we got.

It was late summer. Both of us knew we would soon be going in different directions. My parents were gone to a convention and my younger sister was at a friend's house. Jimmy and I were sitting together on the couch, watching TV. He starts kissing my ear. I playfully smack his arm. Another nibble. Another smack. He moves down to my neck. I stop my make believe resistance and surrender to him. In no time we are both completely naked. Jimmy kneels on the floor in front of me and I open my legs for him. Over the course of the summer we have both become very good at oral sex. Jimmy kisses my inner thighs before sliding his tongue through my wet lips, followed by quick little butterfly kisses to my clit. It has its normal effect on me and soon I'm pushing my pussy hard against his mouth as I climax. He continues the light kisses through a second orgasm before lying down on his back on the carpet. I get off the couch and start to move over him in the 69 position. He asks me to sit on him, he has an idea. Like I've said, I was ready for anything. His dick was fully erect, pointing straight up at his chin. He had me straddle him but instead of sliding inside me, I rubbed my pussy up and down the side of his dick. The feeling was fantastic and I was soon coming a third time. Jimmy tensed up, and unloads a bucket full of his cum onto his stomach and chest. A week later we said goodbye.

Saturday passes by so slowly. I'm filled with anxiety about the night before, and worried about tonight. I never thought I could cheat on Mike, and still believe it is so, yet I cannot deny the feelings I'm experiencing. I wonder if the opportunity presented itself, would I do it? I am so nervous that I call down to room service and have a couple of glasses of wine sent up to my room to settle my nerves and drink them both as I get ready for the night. I am regretting my choice of outfits now. I'll admit vanity played a role in its selection. The skirt is one of the shorter ones I own, and the sweater is snug and hugs my chest in a most flattering way. It also allows a little of my midriff to be bare. I've always felt sexy in the outfit and wanting to flaunt a little bit at the reunion. No stockings as my legs are still nice and tanned from a summer spent in and by the pool.

I head downstairs to the ballroom. It's already fairly crowded. I head to the bar for yet another glass of wine. Jimmy sees me and joins me in line and orders himself a gin and tonic. We are both rather subdued, probably embarrassed over last night I guess. We find a table and sit down. We both seem to relax a little over dinner. The food itself was less than stellar, and I just pick at my plate. Soon it's time for the silly awards to be announced. Since Jimmy was President of the Senior class, he gets to handle the announcements. Most kids, who traveled the furthest to be here, etc. Most changed is interesting. It is won by Tiffany Jones who graduated as Tyler Jones. I head to the ladies room to freshen up, hoping Tiffany doesn't join me. When I return the music has started. They have hired a DJ to play music from the early 80's. I recognize the Little River Band playing now and return to my seat. There are several people dancing but many more just watching. My guess is this is going to be a short evening for the DJ. Jimmy and I make small talk though things are more strained than the previous evening. A slow song comes on and Jimmy asks me to dance and we head out to the floor. Jimmy pulls me close and I rest my head on his shoulder and we sway to the music.

"I thought about you all last night," Jimmy speaks lightly in my ear.

Thinking he is feeling guilty for our kiss as well, I respond, "It's okay. It won't happen again."

" Remember how I use to circle your nipples with my tongue, making them stick out, begging for more?"

I am taken aback from his words and can offer no reply. He continues,


Do Over



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The breeze had a freshness to it, like spring was coming. It was still too early for spring yet on the mid-March morning. She added closing the window to her list. She was scrambling around her house trying to get everything she needed into the suitcases that she had chosen for her trip. She was a bit of a list person - she had a list for what suitcases to take, and then a list of what went in each one. She thought it kept her organized. She thought she had everything she needed, then she remembered to toss in the box of condoms. Running her hand through her hair with a loud sigh, she sat on the bed to check her lists; everything seemed to be in order, she was ready to go!

Her cab waited outside the next morning at 6am. She had phoned a well-known cab company to request it the night before. She double-checked her lists, then looked at the list of things to do at the airport. She was nervous, her hand was shaking, visibly vibrating on its own accord as it held the piece of paper. She handed the last suitcase to the cabby, tucked her list inside her purse then closed and locked the door. Carefully walking down the stairs so she didn't trip, she climbed into the cab and let him know that the destination was in fact the airport departure drop off.

The cab driver made small talk on the way but managed to get her there in a decent amount of time. He explained that he will get her a luggage cart and meet her at the trunk of the cab to help her with the bags. She is grateful for the help, waits patiently for him to return, then tips him nicely for his efforts as she turns her attention to finding the ticket counter.

Ah there it was - Delta Airlines... perfect. She went to the end of the line, thankful that she hadn't packed as much as some of the people standing with her. She pushed forward until she got to the person at the counter - an attractive attendant, and cheery too. They small talked while the baggage went through; anxious to get it done, she couldn't help but tap her foot.

Finally the attendant said, "Thank you, have a wonderful trip," as she handed her the boarding passes.

She decided to use the restroom to make sure she was good for the plane ride; those small cramped restrooms were not pleasant to use. She tried to avoid them unless really necessary. Returning her thoughts to finding a restroom she followed the signs, used the toilet then washed her hands. She picked at her hair, then tidied the makeup and continued back to the security line.

She stretched, took out her boarding passes to show the guard and placed everything on the belt down through the x ray machine. She chuckled as she saw the screen that they see, noticing that she may have overdone how many condoms she threw in. She went through the scanner, gathered her things, thanked the nice people that did their jobs and continued on to find her departure gate. She reached the gate, found a chair, got out her book and tried to take her mind off the trip by reading.

An hour later they announced the boarding call; she placed her book in her bag, put it and her purse on her shoulder, and had her boarding pass in hand with ID ready to go. She walked toward the gate, accepted the ticket stub and ID back from the attendant, strolled to the plane door, found her seat and sat down.

Her purse and bag fit nicely under the seat. She buckled her seat belt then waited for everyone else to get seated and be on their way. It finally dawned on her then - she was really doing it ... her thoughts got interrupted when an elderly lady sat next to her, jostling everything as she attempted to get comfortable. She helped the lady get her bags under her seat, retrieved a blanket to cover her and then settled back in herself.

When the plane was in the air, the lady jabbed her with an elbow, apologized and struggled with her seat belt. Inching closer to her window she smiled at the lady then closed her eyes, escaping back to her own thoughts. She felt a tap on her shoulder - the lady was trying to get her attention. Sitting up slightly to look at the lady, she saw the lady was quite comfortable but not at all interested in resting. Avoiding eye contact to seem distracted, she talked to the lady a bit, small talk mostly.

Until the lady asked the question, "Why are you traveling?" in a tiny frail voice.

Not wanting to be rude but not wanting to explain the whole situation she just merely stated, "I am going to visit some old friends."

The lady seemed content with that answer and closed her eyes, patting her hand gently as she whispers a final, "Good for you deary, good for you." She drifted off to sleep almost instantly.

Relieved that the lady had left her alone, she sat with her head tilted against the window, thinking of the real reason she was on her way to her hometown. A smile pulled at her lips as memories came back full force. Her thoughts drifted to naughty images when they used to spend days in bed, playing with one another using blindfolds and toys.

Coughing gently towards the elderly woman she looked at her and softly said "Excuse me ma'am I need to go to the bathroom."

Once she safely closed the door to the bathroom, the click of the lock brought up the occupied sign. She sat down on the closed lid of the small toilet, one leg up on the edge of the sink for leverage, and then moved her hand under her skirt. She was thankful that she wore the small bikini panties today as her finger fumbled into the side of them where it found her wetness. She moved around her folds before dipping two fingers inside herself; she moaned gently into the small room.

Not sure she was quiet enough she paused long enough to listen for someone outside the door. When she figured it was clear, she went back to inserting her fingers in and out of her sopping pussy. Her eyes closed thinking of how their weekends would be filled with sex - intimacy off-the-charts and totally wild.

The man had captured her heart, taken her body and still had such a hard grip that her fingers were now moving faster and harder in and out of the wetness. She heard sloshing noises as they moved to her clit, pinching and rubbing. Her orgasm was close. With her leg braced up against the sink she was shaking, and her body tensed when she brought her other hand in to help. One rubbed her clit and the other fucked her pussy with her own two fingers until her climax made the world sparkle and she felt an eruption. Sighing out loud as her view returned to normal, she slowly brought her leg back to touch the floor. Then she stood up, washed her hands and returned to her seat, smiling as she sat down because she felt so amazingly better.

A little while later, still deep in her own what ifs, what might have beens and finally the what might be, she realized the plane was landing. She was home. Her heart suddenly felt warm, at ease - that moment when she knew everything would work out, and the past wasn't as important. The now would be as it should be and she waited to deplane.

The biggest grin flashed across her face -- an almost giddy feeling she had as she stepped off the plane and took a deep breath of that sweet smell of ocean air mixed with the fresh breeze. Pausing to take it all in, like a wave washing over her, her demeanor was completely calm and excited. She edged down the stairs, briskly walking inside the terminal to get her bags. She saw that bags were already beginning to descend down the conveyor belt. She picked up her pace to get there and see if hers had already dropped down.

Watching as the bags passed, looking beyond what was in front of her she doesn't notice him approach her from behind with two arms that wrapped around her and squeezed tight.

She gasped as he bent his head to say in her ear, "It's good to see you, love. How was the flight?"

"It was okay. I thought that I was going to take a cab to your place?" she looked at him inquisitively.

He chuckled out, "Was that the plan? I thought I was to meet you here and keep kissing you here, and here...." slyly kissing her neck in a couple places.

She laughed while she pushed away to grab the bag coming around. He leapt forward to grab it first. He made sure it's hers with a tilt of his head, eyebrow raise included. She couldn't help but look carefully as she followed the ripple of his hard muscles pulled tight from his neck, across his shoulders, down to his biceps, across his chest and then on to his ass. He still looked pretty incredible for the 35 years he was. She nodded as he lifted the bag off and set it on the floor. Yep that was her bag but more importantly, he used to be her man.

Wow that thought crept into her mind before she had a chance to stop it. It sounded as though she was possessive. She wasn't at all, but she did remember the times when this man was everything to her. Everything she ever wanted, yet could never say she was glad she had. They had recently reconnected through an online site where old classmates could find each other.

They started talking again, catching up on the 10 years they missed of each other's lives and discussing old times they had shared. It was as though the 10 years had not gone by, and their bond was still strong. During a couple of their late night conversations it came to light that there were some things they missed about being together, things they even regretted about how they ended. Many months had gone by and their daily conversations became more and more with text messages in between. They couldn't get enough of each other.

Here she was, after all the communication and she was frozen where she stood. Staring at him, wanting him yet not knowing what to do with the moment. She drifted off to another place, sexually imagining all the things they used to do. His hands on her body, the way his callouses would rake against her flesh, hitting the sweet spots to arouse her. She wondered where their sex play would take them this time, or if it would.

He jarred her out of her daydream as his hand caressed her cheek. He took his palm, and gently ran his fingers along her cheekbone, his thumb brushing along her luscious lips.

He leaned in, his arms moving around her; pulling her body into his, he bent his head. His lips gently touched hers at first. Their kiss graduated from brushing tongue strokes against each other to hard dueling against one another. His tongue took over and snaked out, her lips parting to accept it willingly. She swam in the feeling of their tongues stroking, bodies pressed together, giving him control of their spit-swapping duel. 

The kiss continued for a long time, until she opened her eyes slowly, looking in the direction of the baggage claim to notice that there were a few people staring at them. Quickly she broke their kiss and tried to adjust herself by ironing out her shirt with her hands. Her lips were swollen, her nipples were peaked to perfect hardness, and her inner thighs slightly dampened from the building moisture.

She smiled as she nudged him with her elbow, leaning up to speak so only he could hear. "I do believe that people are staring at us!"

"Yes love, they are looking at us because you are the most beautiful woman here and you are kissing me" he said happily while looking around at the people.

Her eyes darted beyond him to the couple that was smiling and pointing. A bit nervous, she backed away attempting to writhe out of his arms. The attempt was futile as he bent to her ear and whispered "I will let you get away for now but know one thing for sure, as soon as I have you alone you will be naked and begging, for days."

Gulping hard, she felt beads of perspiration slither between her breasts. She moved to grab the last of her suitcases and returned to stand beside him, fully aware that the whole time his eyes traveled over her, desire more than apparent across the smoky grayness of his eyes. He chuckled as he saw her gulp again and rub the muscle in the back of her neck, knowing full well that his watching had an effect on her; it always had. Some things just couldn't change no matter how much time had passed. The chemistry and sparks between them were still electrifying like fireworks lighting up the night sky just being close together.

Her fingers twisted in her hair as she announced, "Okay that's the last of them, we can go when you're ready."

He winked with a smirk as his all-male slightly-aroused tone came out in a hushed voice "Oh love, you will go off, when and only when I tell you..... oh wait you mean you are ready to leave the airport...oh let's go then."

She knew he did that on purpose and avoided the temptation to hit the man for his comment. Her cheeks were red and her head down as they began to walk out the doors to the vehicle. She watched her suitcase roll in front of her as a guide to the direction they were going. She saw many cars go by walking down the aisle until he stopped next to a black vehicle. Sure that the blush must be gone by now she looked up to him and then inspected the car. Black sedan, modest but sporty-looking with tinted windows and a bumper sticker that showed his support for a football team.

The trunk popped open and he placed all the bags inside the deep pocket of the car, when she realized that she needed her purse from one of the bags. Seeing the one to attack ahead of time she bent to almost climb inside the deepness to open the zipper and rummage around for it.

Finding it she pulled it out but stopped suddenly when she felt his body pressed behind hers. No space between them, she felt his thighs tightly pressed to hers and his hard cock pressed into her ass. Wiggling slightly to pretend she was struggling got him to move back and a firm smack replaced where his pelvis was against her.

Squeaking and jumping upright quickly, her head hit the edge of the trunk lid, she glared at him, "What was that for? Either you were happy to see me or you keep rolls of quarters in your pocket."

"The spank was for the wiggle that was not at all necessary but I enjoyed both the wiggle and the smack, I better get you home before I take you bent over that trunk right here for all to see."

Again the heat in her body had risen to considerable amounts as she hurried to the front seat of the car, pulled on the door and jumped in. He joined her in the driver seat and started the car, both of them almost panting from hunger for each other. They made small talk and subtle flirts as they drove to his house, but her mind couldn't help but reel at the fact that she was staying with him instead of a hotel. Yes, after all these years she still trusted the man, but at HIS house?

It was too late now as they drove up the long windy driveway to his house. At first she saw the 3-door garage, and she wondered why he would need so many, then her eyes moved to the guest house sitting atop them and then over to what looked like an enormous house. Wow, when he had said he had enough room he wasn't kidding.

"Um, how many bedrooms and bathrooms is it that you have exactly?" her eyes wide with surprise as she whispered the question.

"Well the guest house has two and that is where the gardener and his small family live, then the main house has 5 bedrooms and 4 bathrooms, but love, you need worry about only one room. I will not have you stay in any room but mine, I plan to have you all the time and therefore you have to stay close." his voice matter of fact but still gruff with arousal.

She was shocked at his response, but she knew that arguing with him would be pointless. She just nodded and kept her head down staring at her clasped hands in her lap. This was going to be the best week ever, but she was worried about wanting to return to her life after living in this fantasy. The man still had charm, wit and rough bad boy looks with some business suave thrown in. He had her body wanting him, her mind using all of its hamster wheels, and she was damn sure that if he didn't reach out and touch her again soon she may just die.

She was startled that he was opening her door and his hand reached in to hers. She got out and was instantly thrown into his arms. They just stood there a minute in an embrace. The world disappeared and she felt that comfortable easiness wash over her.

Yes this was going to be one hell of a week. She could hardly wait to get inside the house and have him kiss her, touch her, lick her and anything else he wanted to do to her. Breaking the embrace, she grabbed his hand and practically ran into the house with him. She slowed impatiently while he unlocked the door.

He pushed the door open forcefully and it crashed into the wall. She giggled knowing he was just as impatient as she was and ran into the flung open door. Reaching the stairs she wiggled and pulled on her shirt in unison, crawling it up and over her shoulder blades as it moved effortlessly over her head and off to the floor. Ascending up the steps she shed each item of clothing she had on and froze at the top, realizing she has no idea where his room was or if he even wanted to take her to his room. Frozen in place she thought a million things wishing for his guidance.

His rough voice was directly behind her as he chuckled and whispered "To the left and straight ahead, the one with the posts to tie you to is mine."

Shivers running up her spine she gulped and headed in that direction as she heard him call after her, "Um, lover when you get to the bed I expect you to merely sit on the edge, I will meet you there."

Time seemed to slowly tick away as if they were in slow motion when he appeared in the doorway, his body already naked, his more than adequate cock standing at attention. Her breath hitched in her chest as she gulped for air. The way he looked, not chiseled but athletic and not perfect with a few scars and wrinkles that he had gotten over time, stirred her. She closed her eyes to regain her composure as she heard his footsteps move closer to where she sat as instructed. She had taken the liberty to cross her legs so as not to let any of her juices trickle onto the bed.

When his hand reached out to caress her cheek she exhaled, as a shiver again ran up her spine, her head tilting up to look up at him. The fire in her core, the ignition between their eyes created an almost instant spark in the space between them. But at that moment there was no world around them; it was only the two of them, their eyes locked on each other and their souls embracing. It was so right, so comfortable.

Closing her eyes, her heart soared while her mind got lost in clouded bliss. She felt his hand run from her cheek down to her lips and softly trace each lip in its own detail with his soft fingertips. Trailing further down her neck to her chest it glided over her left breast and stopped at her nipple, tweaking it gently at first then harder. Inhaling sharply she squirmed as his other hand joined the assault and pinched the other nipple. Pinch, hold, release on both sides in unison caused her breath to come in short fast spurts as the continuous efforts caused her to moan and squeak. Her legs automatically uncrossed, her hands held onto the bed for strength as her pelvis clenched with each sharp pain the pinch of her nipples caused.

Her senses were on overload, her body was shuddering with need and want. She looked up at him again to see his intense gaze reading her movements. Her reaction fueled him onward to her mid-section. Her eyes pleaded for more, she whispered "Please" simply. 

He chuckled and pushed her backward gently with a simple reply "I thought you would never ask!"

He climbed upon her newly adjusted spread out body, growling like a tiger as he stalked all the way to her neck and nuzzled in to bite her quickly. He took her skin between his teeth and she squealed with pleasure and delight at the goosebumps he left along her skin where he had brushed. Excitement slammed into her as his cock lowered over her clit and ground into it.




Do Over



She lifted her hips to try sliding him into her. He shook his head and lowered his lips to hers, parting her lips as his tongue went in to wrestle with hers. Growling again as his cock still rubbed her clit, her tongue entwined and pushing around her mouth with his. He pulled his head up and broke the kiss.

She whined in reaction and again begged "Please" in a low hushed tone.

He responded with another kiss and she felt his cock pressing against her drenched pussy, parting her lips as it forged on. Her moans of encouragement egging him on, he had no more restraint and lost himself as he plunged, balls deep into her tight wet cavern. Feeling his tip pushing against her womb he stopped dead to look at her.

Her mind was with him in thought as she whispered "The pill" and lifted her hips up to slowly work her pussy over his cock.

Pushing it inside her as deep as it could go, clenching tightly around him, she thrusted into him again and again. He growled close to her ear, "Stop or I will cum way too soon."

She giggled and launched her hips up and inward, then with a squeak she felt her hips pinned to the mattress, his cock again outside of her now desolate pussy. She paused all movement and looked at him incredulously, wanting him back inside her. He smiled and lowered himself ever so slowly back so that inch by inch she was again grabbing him balls deep inside her cunt. Her only thoughts were getting his dick to spurt warm hot liquid inside her as she exploded all over him, the pure satisfaction of their bodies moving together in harmony as their sexes collided in pure bliss.

She felt her body grow tense and get close to the edge, but couldn't go over. Just as she was about to give up, he reached between them and pinched her clit. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her thoughts scattered and spots floated in the darkness as her body came down from what can only be described as an internal earthquake. She smiled gleefully to be with her one true love.

She began to participate again, feeling every tiny prickle of her walls come to life with each rocking of their hips, his cock causing sensations in her surface, his cock swelling to impossible size. As he got close, she worked harder, moving her clenched wet cunt over his cock until he moaned loudly and grabbed her ass, plunging once more deep into her, his tip buried so close to her womb she felt each surge of his seed hit.

He collapsed on top of her with the biggest grin as he stated the fact "That was just to get the sexual tension out of the way, now let's start with the good stuff."

He rolled over to caress her skin as they both laughed into the echoes of the room. 



Do Over: My Black Experience



To the readers: I would like to thank 'Techsan' for editing this story 10/05.

I put this story under interracial, but it could just as easily be Loving Housewives, Erotic Coupling, or others. Hope you enjoy, probably will not be what you expect.

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My name's Dan, I'm a man in my sixties who spends a lot of time reminiscing. I always think about the past. The good, the bad, and often times I think of the "Do Overs". What is a do over you are probably asking yourself? That's the part of your life you wish you could get back and do it over.

We all have that part in our lives. Whenever you look back and say, I wish I could change that, or I wish that never happened, you are wishing for a "do over'. This do over is about my black experience.

It goes back to the 1960's when I was in my 20's. I was in the insurance business and was just trying to get ahead. Everyone said I had a gift for gab. Anyway, I was married and had two beautiful daughters and a wonderful wife. (She was beautiful also). I was one of the top notch salesmen in our office, when word got around I was offered a position with another company in Ohio. We lived in Michigan at the time. The money was good (but not great), there was a lot of interstate traveling involved. Since I was licensed in Michigan also, I was expected to travel there periodically to take care of accounts. My wife wasn't very happy about the move but was going to stand behind me and so we moved to Ohio.

I worked late most every night. I had to because that's when I could talk to couples together about their insurance needs. That was just the way it was. My wife really didn't like it. She didn't know anyone where we moved and spent all her days doing things with the girls. I know she wasn't happy but I wasn't quite sure what to do.

I liked my job, or position as my boss called it, but I spent a lot of time away from my family. I usually got home around 8:00 or 9:00pm every night, sometimes later. When I traveled in the state or to Michigan I often had to spend a night away from home.

One day my boss told me I would be traveling to Michigan for a day to see a couple of accounts. I knew this would be an over-nighter. When I got home and told Jan, my wife, she was really angry.

She looked at me and said, "Dan, while you're gone I want you to think about us, about our family. We are not going to go on like this much longer. Your daughters need a father and I need a husband." I looked at her and told her I was trying to make a living for us. I was trying to get ahead. We argued like this pretty often. This time though I believe she really meant it. 

I asked her what she expected me to do?

She said, "Everyone else seems to do all right and the husbands are at home in the evening with their families."

I knew she just wanted me to get a job locally and spend more time at home. She wasn't interested in big money, but was interested in a close family.

I knew that was something I had to think about. But the next day I had a trip to Michigan to think about. I still had this job and wanted to do my best. 

After I had completed my business in Michigan and started to head home, I was thinking about my situation and what I should do. I had no answers.

Just to change the scenery I decide to drive through part of the city instead of just following the interstate. So I took the next exit. Kind of a bad choice of roads. It was a predominately black neighborhood. It was daytime and I did know my way around some so I wasn't overly bothered by the neighborhood. As I was driving along I saw a gal in a two piece bathing suit turn up a residential street. I had to check this out, so I went up to the next corner and turned around and went back to where the girl had turned and went down the same street. I could see her about a half a block away just strolling along. 

I was trying to think of something to say to her when I pulled up along side of her. Nowadays you would be in deep dodo if you stopped to talk to a gal on the street but back then it was no big deal. When I pulled up alongside of her I said, "Excuse me. Can you tell me how to get to the interstate from here?" 

She looked at me for a few seconds and then walked over to the curb alongside my car. Damn she looked good! 

She was a black girl. Actually she wasn't black and wasn't a girl. She was more of a light chocolate and was a woman. A damn beautiful one. Her bathing suit was orange and yellow flowers which really made her color stand out. Later I found out she was 22 years old. 

She came up to the car and said you have to turn around, go to the main street, then go to the second light which is Shaffer, make another left, go about a half mile and then you will see the signs for getting on the interstate. I was just staring at her. She stood about 5"5', weighed maybe 125 pounds, had her hair in a pony tail which you normally didn't see on black women at the time. But her hair was long and looked good. She had a nice rack, maybe 34B's, a true hour glass figure and a nice looking bubble butt.

She looked at me and said, "You didn't hear a word I said, did you?" 

I said, "Yes, I did.

She said, "Okay, how do you get to the interstate?"

As I mentioned earlier I knew my way around so I pretty much repeated what she said. "I have to turn around, go to the main street, make a left, go down to the second traffic light, make another left, go about half a mile, then follow the signs."

She smiled and said, "You really did hear me or you knew your way around in the first place," and we both laughed. I wanted to talk with her in the worst way so I had to think of anything to keep her there for a few minutes. So I looked at her and said, "You are one good looking woman" as sweet as I could say it. She said thank you and laughed. 

"So what do you really want?" she asked.

I don't know why but I started telling her the truth. I said, "I was driving up the street, saw a women in an orange and yellow bathing suit turn the corner and said to myself I have to have another look. So I turned around and had to think of something to say to you so I could get a better look."

She looked at me and laughed and said, "I believe you. I think you're nuts but I believe you. No sane person would tell me that." 

I asked, "Where are you headed?" 

She said, "Home." 

I asked, "Where is that?" and she said, "About two blocks down this street."

I asked, "Would you like a ride?" and she looked me real hard and said, "Sure." 

I said, "I am surprised" and she laughed and said, "This is a black neighborhood. I just live down the street. I'm probably a lot safer here then you are" and smiled. She said, "My name is Alisa. What's yours?"

I said, "I'm sorry. Just call me Dan."

So she just looked at me and said, "Hi, Dan."

I drove about as slow as I could. I liked her and wanted to talk awhile. I asked her why she was wearing a bathing suit and just walking around. 

She said she had just left her brothers house and was swimming. Since she was wet she thought she would just walk home while drying off instead of changing clothes. She had a little sack with her that she said contained her clothes. 

When we approached her house she told me to slow down. I didn't think I could go any slower without stopping. She pointed to her house and on the porch was a huge man. A big black man maybe 6'3" near 300 lbs.

I said, "Holy Shit." I looked at her. "There is a gorilla on your porch." 

She laughed and said, "That's no gorilla. That's my dad. He's nothing but a big Teddy Bear."

I said, "Yeah, right! What's he going to say when he sees a white honky bringing his daughter home. He'll probably beat the shit out of me."

She said, "You read too many magazines. My brother Bobbie, whose house I was at, is married to a white gal so interracial is not that big of a deal here. You better walk up to the porch with me because my dad does believe in manners." 

As we got out I saw a few of the neighborhood teenagers sitting on their porches. I asked her if 

I should lock the car? 

She laughed and said, "If this car is parked in front of my house, it is so safe you could leave your keys in it and put your wallet on the hood.. I'll guarantee it will all be there when you get back in your car."

As we walked up to the porch we heard whistles and a lot of, "Hello, Alisa." She just waved and smiled and said, "Hi, guys." 

As we approached the porch her dad stood up and she said, "Dad, I would like you to meet Dan. He was at Billie's and offered me a ride home.

He stuck out his hand and said, "Welcome, Dan" and I said, "Thank you, sir." Then he looked at Alisa and said, "Maybe you ought to get some clothes on if you are having company."

She looked at him, gave him a peck on the cheek and smiled and said, "Yes, daddy." She then told me to come in and sit on the couch while she got dressed.

Her dad said he was off to work and grabbed his lunch bucket and went to his car and drove away. Alisa came out of the kitchen with two glasses of lemonade and offered me one. 

I said, "Thank you" and asked if she was going to change clothes.

She said, "No, unless you want me to."

I said, "I'm not that stupid." She laughed.

Their house was a little run down as were most houses in the neighborhood, and most of the furniture was old. But it was clean and homey looking. We began talking and I asked Alisa about her life. 

She said she had a 2 year degree in nursing and worked at the hospital down the road. She had one day off during the week and this was it. I asked her if there were any boyfriends? She said, "Of course." She was single and she dated but there was no one special at the present time.

Then she asked me about my life. I told her mostly the truth with a few possible lies. She saw my wedding ring so I told her I was married, that we were having difficulties at the present time so I didn't know about the future. I didn't tell her about my daughters. I did mention I was from Ohio and in the insurance business.

Then it happened. I looked her in the eyes and asked, "Can I kiss you?" She asked, "Why?

Like a little kid I said, "I never kissed a black girl before and always wondered what it was like." 

She said, "You're kidding me. Why would it be different from kissing a white girl?" 

I said, "You have bigger lips and I always wondered about it." 

She laughed leaned over and pecked me on the lips for a scant second. 

Then she said, "What do you think?"

I said, "Gee! that was great" as we both laughed. Then she leaned over a second time and really laid one on me. It was great. We started with very light pressure then opened our mouths ever so slightly and started putting some real energy into it. Our mouths were becoming wet and I was really starting to get turned on. We touched tongues but didn't really French kiss. It felt wonderful.

She slowly pulled away and asked, "Is there a difference?"

I said, "Your lips were just so soft and delicious. I was really getting turned on kissing you. It was much better then I would have expected. Can we do it some more?"

She leaned back on the couch and this time I leaned into her. It was more of the same over and over again. I pulled back a little and asked, "Have you ever kissed other white guys?"

She said, "Yes, but it never felt like this."

I kissed her some more. I just couldn't get enough of her. I don't know why, I just couldn't help it. She started to really get into it, too. I put my right hand on her stomach right at her belly button. I could feel an intake of breath from her mouth. I slowly rubbed her tummy in little circular motions. She was really starting to get turned on. I backed off her lips just enough to talk softly to her. I told her I couldn't believe how soft and smooth her skin felt. Like an idiot I said this is the first time I ever touched a black girl and she was so soft.

She said, "You're used to touching the white honkies" and she laughed, saying, "They lay out in the sun to get her color but they feel like leather when they do. I'm all natural."

I began kissing her some more as I let my hands roam. I slid them down into her bathing suit bottom and slid right down to her mound. Another big intake of breath and then a light moan as I slid right down into her valley. Man, was she hot! She had hair down there but trimmed her bush to fit into her bathing suit. I slid my hand right over her bush and into the valley below. Was she ever wet. I told her this was the first black pussy I ever touched, and she told me I was having a lot of firsts.

Actually I did have a couple of blow jobs from some black ladies of the evening, but nothing else. No touching or feeling of their bodies. Just the standard BJ for $20 bucks.

I was now fingering her and she said, "I shouldn't be letting you do this but I never felt this good before."

I wanted to do everything with her but just took my time. I felt her juices flow on my fingers and was getting hard. Hell, I was hard ever since the first kiss. I think I was falling for this woman. I got up as she laid down on her couch with her head on the armrest. I slowly pulled her bathing suit bottom off. I saw her close hers eyes. Mine were wide open. She was lying at a slight angle with one leg on the couch and one on the floor. I picked up the one on the floor and put it on my shoulder. I wanted her to be comfortable.

The only pussy I ever ate in my life was my wife's. I guess I was more of a Wham Bam Thank You Ma'am type person. But when I spread her chocolate lips and saw the pink underneath, I couldn't help myself. I muff dived for all I was worth. I licked and sucked her. I have never been so passionate with a pussy before, not even my wife's. I wanted to eat her up so badly. The more her juices flowed the more tonguing I did. She sat up and put both legs over my shoulders so I could eat more. I know she was having mini-orgasm after mini-orgasm.

I looked up at her while eating her out and said, "I never...."

She said, "I know, you never ate a black pussy before" and smiled.

I backed up slightly and said, "I never ate anyone's pussy before other than my wife's and only hers a couple of times. It was never this good, never." I was getting obsessed with this black woman.

She said, "I never had anyone give me oral sex like you have. Are all white guys as good as you?"

I told her I didn't know, I never had oral sex with any white guys. She laughed again. She looked down at me and asked, "Are we going to fuck?"

I said, "NO, I don't want to fuck you, I want to make love to you."

She said, "I want that too." Then I opened my pants and let them drop to my knees, then pulled my cock and balls out over my jockey shorts. 

I brought my cock up to her slit and just started rubbing it all over her opening. I was watching her juices just coating my cock. She was watching it also. Her black body, my white cock and then, when she spread her lips, her beautiful pink pussy. I pushed the head into her opening and she was climaxing again. I pushed my cock in till by sack hit her ass. I just held it there for about a minute. I stroked it in and out a few times and then pushed it to the hilt again and just held it there. I came. I couldn't help it. The cum just started shooting deep within her pussy. It was the biggest orgasm I have ever had, bar none. She was moaning so loud I was afraid the neighbors would come in. Her climax went on for what seemed to be a few minutes.

As her orgasm went down I noticed something that never in my short life had ever happened. I didn't go soft. I came and didn't go soft. Alisa couldn't believe it either. I told her I guess I need more and she said, "You got it, baby."

I pulled out of her, slipped my pants off and sat on the couch. She got up, faced me and sat on my lap. Holding on to my still hard cock, she slid it into her now sloppy wet pussy. It slid right in. She waited a few seconds and then started riding it slowly. Up and down, up and down, slowly grinding it in after every down motion. Other than our moans and groans we weren't saying a lot. She did break the ice a little and said, "I bet this is your first black pussy." We had to laugh.

As she was sitting and grinding my hard cock I reached up and pulled her bathing suit top up above her breasts. I reached up and squeezed them with both hands. Not a big rack but a damn nice one. I started to play with her nipples; boy, were they getting hard and long. I had to suck them and she had to have them sucked. While riding my cock she leaned forward just so I could get a taste of them. Sucking on her tits and her grinding up and down on my cock, I reached back with both hands to grab that bubble butt. I just kept squeezing and squeezing that butt. I let go of her nipples with my mouth and she made a big downward motion and planted herself right down on my lap. We both came at the same time which very rarely happens with me. I just held onto her ass for all I was worth. We slowly came down off our high. I could feel my dick getting soft this time.

She reached over to her end table, grabbed a handful of Kleenex and got up and put it between her legs. She grabbed her bathing suit bottom and ran to the other room. I grabbed Kleenex myself and put it around my now dead cock and pulled up my shorts and reached down and put my pants back on.

I was finishing up my Lemonade when she walked back in the room pretty much in order.

She sat next to me and asked, "What now, Dan?"

I looked sad, because I was sad. I told her I had to leave. She asked me if I would ever see her again and I said, "I don't know." She looked sad also. 

I stood up and walked toward the door. She got up and came next to me. I looked at her with a tear in my eye and said, "Alisa, I could love you. In fact I think I already do."

She looked at me, her eyes getting wet, and said, "I know. I could love you too, Dan."

I looked over at her and said, "I know one thing for sure. I will never forget you."

She said, "I know, Dan. I was your first black everything" and smiled. Then she said, "You're my first white love."

I hugged her. I hugged her like I would never see her again. I didn't want to kiss her again or I might never leave. We both had tears in our eyes when I went out got in the car and never looked back.

Epilog

I headed down the interstate, oddly enough more sad than happy. I couldn't believe it. I met a black girl, knew her for 2 hrs. and now deeply missed her. I had to make a decision. I did have a wonderful wife and 2 daughters waiting for me at home. If I would have been single, there is no doubt what I would have done. But I was married and that was a fact. I really did love my wife regardless of what you may think. My decision was made. As I entered Ohio I headed for home. Home to a loving wife and 2 of the cutest daughters you could ever want.

The following Monday I went job hunting. I found a job at one of the local businesses. In fact I just retired from there this year. I never cheated on my wife again after that day. Never! I loved her with everything I had. We had and still have a good life with grandchildren and all. She knows nothing about that one day more then 35 years ago. A day that could have ended our marriage.

I never saw Alisa again. I didn't even know her last name or her mine. I never asked for her telephone number, afraid that I might have called it one day. Whenever we drive past her exit when going to Michigan, I tear up. Just can't help it. Maybe just getting too emotional in my old age. If I had a "Do Over", I don't know what I would do. The sadness is just as much of my memory as the happiness. After 35 years I still remember every act we did and I know we did it out of love for each other. A white guy, a black woman and for 2 hours of our life a true love affair that will be remembered for a lifetime.




Do Over: My Black Experience



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Hope you liked the story.

I won't tell you if it's fact or fiction.

comments welcome

DG Hear