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Down & Up In Carolina

By: seatraveller



This story and its characters are complete fiction from the mind of the author. Any similarity to actual people or events is purely coincidence.

The beginning of this story spends time with character development of my lead character. If you are expecting hot action from the get-go you will be disappointed. If you are patient I think you will enjoy the story. 

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My Name is John Manetti. I'm sitting at a bar in a small North Carolina costal community celebrating the beginning of a weekend with a beer. According to my last physical I am 30 years of age, 6 ft tall, weigh 185, and the picture of physical health. It also says that I have brown hair and green eyes. My features are regular I guess, and my infrequent female companions insist that I am not hard to look at. I look considerably younger than my years, and that can be a blessing or a curse depending on the situation. Before I continue with my story I would like to describe how I came to be here. 

About a year ago I left the Navy after 12 years. I left despite the pleas of friends and superiors who felt I had a career and was throwing it all away. I had been a Hospital Corpsman and also made it through SEAL training. When I completed all my training I was a lean, mean, fighting machine, as the saying goes. The rest of my time was spent with the SEAL teams, except for some advanced medical training. I have seen my share of combat through Grenada, Panama, and the Gulf War, as well as some nasty little side excursions to places I can't talk about to do things that needed to be done. 

Any combat vet who's been in a fight for his life will tell you, "The worst thing for someone in combat is to be responsible for the death of one of his own." Men who go into combat together develop a relationship among them that is quite unique, because they rely on one another so much for survival. You don't pick the men that make up your unit, and some you like some you don't. When the lead starts flying all that doesn't mean shit. All that matters is survival. Under normal circumstances you may hate the man next to you, but in combat you would put your life on the line to save his. The last thing you want is for a comrade to dye because you made a mistake or didn't do your job.

Well, on a mission a year before I left the Navy, one of my teammates died. In my mind I did not do everything I could to ensure his survival. The debriefing officer told the team commander, and me, that I had acted correctly and bore no responsibility for the man's death, for the Navy and the SEALS, that's all that mattered. To them I did my job. I wasn't so sure, and got it into my head that I could have done something more. What made it worse is that he was a friend. I knew his wife and family. At the funeral I couldn't even look his wife in the eye. She even told me that she new I did every thing I could, but it was no good. As far as I was concerned I let a man down in combat and he paid the ultimate price for it.

From that time on I wasn't the same. I didn't feel comfortable around my teammates, and felt that I couldn't be trusted when the chips were down. My only decision, as I saw it, was to leave the teams. It also meant that I had to leave the Navy, because I didn't want to be in the Navy unless I was with the teams. I headed back home, and my parents were ecstatic. Almost before I had unpacked they had my future all mapped out. I told them that I needed some time, and they said they understood. The second night home my dad called me into his study. He pulled a folder out of his desk and over drinks he began to tell me what he had been doing with my money. Except for a little beer and necessity money I had been sending all of my Navy pay home. My father is a financial consultant, and got me into some investments. It seems that without knowing it I had become a wealthy young man. So much so, that I didn't have to work if I didn't want to. 

The next few weeks became a nightmare. Mom and dad wanted me to move into the life they had planned for me, and I just couldn't do it. I still had some things to deal with before I would be able to settle down. My only solace during this time was taking my big Harley for long rides. The big Fat Bob was the only indulgence of my wealth I had taken so far, and riding along country roads alone gave me a sense freedom and allowed me to relax. One day I just kept on going. I called the folks that night from about 200 miles away, and told them I was going to travel some and not to worry. I would be in touch.

That was how my odyssey began. I would ride until I found a place that looked interesting. Then I would hang around until the urge to move on came and I would crank that big Harley engine to life, and off I'd go. This went on for several months until I ran in to Tommy Ledbedder at the VA hospital in Raleigh. He was an old buddy from the Teams. He was wounded once, and the wound left him with a disability that ended his career. I had been wounded as well, but no where near as badly. His gave him a 40% disability, mine only 10%. But every so often I had to go and be checked by the VA. We literally bumped into one another in the waiting room each waiting to be called for his exam.

We reminisced, told war stories, and sea stories. Our conversation continued over dinner, and led us to talk about current situations. Tommy asked, "What're you up to now Doc?" Corpsmen in independent situations, like the Teams, are affectionately called Doc by their teammates. 

I told him the story of my odyssey, and he listened like a good friend. He then told me that he had gone back to Carolina to the family business, boat building. They were successful at it and Tommy and his brothers were partners after their dad passed away. When we left to go our separate ways Tommy gave me his address and said the door was open if I found myself anywhere near his home. He also told me I had a job any time I wanted one. I hadn't mentioned my financial independence in our conversation. I still felt self conscious about it.

After spending some time in Florida I began drifting north again. When I crossed into North Carolina on I95 I began to think about Tommy. I stopped at a rest area and checked a map, turned off the interstate at the next exit and headed east. Tommy and his family welcomed me, gave me a place to stay and made me feel at home. After a few days of wandering the area and meeting the people I decided to stay a while. I even accepted Tommy's job offer to fill the time with. 

That was about 3 months ago. Tonight I'm in Rudy's the bar Tommy brought me to that first night in town. It's one of those comfortable places. The music is not so loud you can't hear yourself think. There are a couple of pool tables, half a dozen tables and the same number of booths. The jukebox is filled with CW music, which I have learned to enjoy, with a small dance floor in front of it. The clientele is kind of varied. There are locals from the boat works in the area, fishermen, the occasional Marine from Camp Lejeune not too far away, and the townies. They are usually an older crowd, which is fine with me. I have never been able to get in to the modern young people club scene. 

The place isn't crowded tonight as it usually is on a Friday. That's because of the big VFW dance. Two of my co-workers are shooting pool and swapping fish stories in the corner. 3 couples are spread through the tables and booths, myself and a couple of fishermen I know are at the bar make up the business tonight. It's about 9 PM and I'm working on my 3rd glass of MGD since arriving a little while ago. The front door opens with a jingle and 3 women walk in. I have seen each of them around town. The tall skinny one is one of the checkers at the local Piggly Wiggly market, and the short chubby one works at the beauty parlor. The 3rd one is the one that has my eye though. 

She doesn't work around town, but I have seen her going about her shopping. I have watched her from afar for some time. At first glance she looks thin, but then you notice her height, which must be about 5'7" or 5'8", you realize her 125 or so pounds is well distributed. While her figure is slim it has provocative swells in all the right places. Her breasts look to be a little more than a handful with enough left over to fill a man's mouth with. The hips swell elegantly and her buns are very shapely and appear firm. There are long legs that look skinny until you study them for a while, and you notice they are well muscled and sculpted. The lady definitely takes care of herself. I have not seen her close enough before to really study her face. The dim lighting of the bar still makes it difficult, but I can see more than I could before. Her brown hair is long and styled nicely. The face is thin with a nice nose. Her eyes are well spaced, large and appear dark. Her lips are luscious, full and very kissable, and her skin is dark, but I'm not able to tell if it is natural or from constant tanning. The overall picture is enough to make a man drool in his beer, like I'm doing now.

I turn my barstool so that my back is to the bar to give me a better angle to study this lady. The next couple of hours pass nicely with conversation, beer and ogling a beautiful woman. We make eye contact once or twice. She just smiles and goes back to chatting with her friends. At about 11 the front door slams open and a large man stands in the doorway. He's about 6'4", weighs about 260, has a big beer belly covered by a camouflage T-shirt, and a John Deere ball cap pushed back on his head. He looks to be about 50 with a red face and mean eyes. He steps into the bar and looks from one end to the other and stops when his eyes fall on the last table next to the jukebox where the 3 women are sitting. The hairs on the back of my neck stand tall as they did when I sensed unseen danger in combat. I know there is gong to be trouble, but hold my ground to see what form it takes.

The big man lumbers across the floor to the table with the 3 women. He nods at skinny and chubby then glares at the object of my ogling. She looks up at him and smiles a smile that would leave most men week in the knees. I can only hear parts of the conversation over the jukebox until he starts to get loud. I can hear her say, " Hi honey."

He responds with, " What the hell are you doin' here Doreen? I been waitin' at the house for over an hour. I told you when I got back from fishin' I'd be hungry. Now git your sorry ass home and fix me somethin'." My lady fair's friends begin to cower. Everyone in the bar has turned toward the loud voices.

Beauty looked at her watch and starts to jump up saying, 'I'm sorry Jed I" That's as far as she gets, and she never makes it to her feet. A big meaty hand comes out of nowhere and slaps her face. The blow sends her flying into the jukebox to bounce off and land on the floor hard on those beautiful buns. She looks stunned as the big man reaches down and grabs her roughly by an arm to drag her up, his other hand rears back in a fist to throw a punch at her.

The punch is never thrown. How I get there I'll never know. I don't even remember leaving the barstool. By the time his arm comes all the way back I grab his wrist and apply pressure to the pressure point there. One part of my training that had fascinated me was martial arts. I became especially intrigued with the use of pressure points. Slight pressure to these areas could quickly easily and quietly incapacitate an enemy. I have become very proficient at it, and use it now. A lesser man would be on his knees in pain, but he is a strong man. All I do is get his attention, but I know that his hand will be useless for the next 20 minutes or so. His eyes register the pain I'm inflicting.

He looks at me and growls, "You ought not come 'tween a man and his wife when they's arguin' boy. You might git hurt. Who made you her knight in shinin' armor anyway."

"You did." I replied, "By starting it in public. Where I come from we have our family squabbles in private. We also don't beat our women. I suggest you let go of her arm now."

I saw a look in his eyes that said he would come at me when he let her go. With an edge to my voice I say, "Are you ready to die?" The look in my eye and the tone of my voice make him hesitate. He knows I'm very serious. I continue, "You see I am, I have nothing to lose. If you come at me you better be prepared to kill me. If you don't I will kill you. You are too big for me to take any chances." One of the things I learned from the veterans about combat was that to survive you have to be prepared to die physically, mentally, and emotionally. That attitude saved my life more than once because it gave me an edge. Apparently this man isn't prepared to die for the woman he calls his wife.

He lets go of her and I let go of him. I watch him warily as he tries to rub feeling back into his hand, all the while he looks at me with hate filled eyes. I say, "Mr., you better leave now." Over my shoulder I call to Rudy, "If he's not out of here in 2 minutes call the police." Rudy walks to the phone behind the bar and stands next to it watching us. The big man walks slowly past me to the door. I turn with him never taking my eyes from his.

When the door closes I turn back around. Doreen's two friends are still sitting there with astounded looks on their faces. Doreen is still on the floor rubbing her arm where her husband had grabbed to pull her up. I get down with her and ask if she is all right. She is still stunned and can only nod her head in reply. I help her up and over to the bar to one of the stools. In the light from the bar I get a good look at her face for the first time. She is truly beautiful. She is older than I first assumed, probably in her 40's. But the few lines on her face only add character and enhance her beauty. I also notice the mouse forming under her left eye. I turn to Rudy and say, "How about a towel with ice in it Rudy, please?"

I place the towel with ice in it on her eye. She winces a little and that seems to bring her back to reality. Her big brown eyes look in to mine and she says, "Thanks, mister. My name is Doreen Dickens." She holds out her hand and I take it. The handshake is dry and firm. The voice is the pure Carolina drawl that I have come to enjoy hearing in the women. I am becoming more enthralled with this woman by the minute.

"Hello," I reply, "My name is John Manetti. It's a pleasure to meet you Doreen. Are you feeling better now?"

"Yes. And thank you for coming to my rescue. You're that young fella I've seen riding around on the big motorcycle right?" She smiles that beautiful smile and I melt. I'm hooked.

"Yes ma'am. Guilty as charged."

"Please don't call me ma'am. It makes me feel old. Please, call me Doreen."

"All right. Doreen it is."

I think about recent events and say, "Does he do that often, Doreen? Hit you I mean?"

"He didn't used to. But since he lost his job a while back he seems to get more violent all the time. I guess his ego hurts because we have to live off my salary. He's beginning to take it out on me, and I sure don't like that."

The look in his eyes has me worried a little, and I tell her so. "Do you have a place to stay for tonight? I don't think it would be a good idea for you to go home just now."

She thinks about it for a moment. " I think you're right John." She looks past my shoulder and says, "Shelly, can you put me up for the night?"

I look over my shoulder and realize that Doreen's 2 friends are standing behind me as I talk to her. The tall skinny one says, "Sure honey. You come home with me tonight. That SOB don't deserve you, and he just might take more out on you for what happened tonight."

With that the tension seems to break and everybody can breathe a collective sigh. Doreen's friends go back to their table to collect their things, and return to where we are at the bar. Her friend Shelly says, "C'mon honey. Let's get you home to a hot bath and bed. That should make you feel some better."

Doreen nods and reaches behind her to put the sodden towel on the bar. When she gets off the stool her knees start to buckle. If I weren't here to catch her she would wind up on the floor again. I slide my arm around her trim waist and her arm around my shoulder to brace her. She looks up at me and smiles, "Thanks again John. You do seem to be here when I need you most."

"Your servant ma'am." As I begin to assist her to the door. My every sense is aware of the fact that I have my arm around a very beautiful woman. Her close proximity also allows me to get a whiff of her perfume, which is intoxicating. I become acutely aware of several other things as well. My hand around her waist has come to rest on the swell of her hip where it joins her side. I feel her warm flesh through her shirt and it's warm soft and inviting. She is tight against my side and I can feel her breast pressed tantalizingly against my rib cage. We are walking so close together that our thighs rub with each step and the friction of her well toned and shapely thigh against mine, as well as the other delights I sense are causing a stirring in me that I haven't felt in some time. It makes me sort of uncomfortable too. I have no right to be feeling this way. We have just met and she is another man's wife. The fact that he is more bully than husband is no reason for me to have the feelings I'm having just now. 

When we reach the parking lot Shelly goes to her car and unlocks it. I take Doreen to the rear passenger door and open it for her. She stands in front of me preparing to get in when she stops. She turns toward me and wobbles a little bit. I put my hands on her hips to steady her as she looks up in to my eyes. The look in her eyes is hard to understand. It is a cross between thank you, I think I like you a lot, and I want you to make love to me right here. Her warm hands come up to my face on either side, and she pulls my face to hers. She kisses me warmly and gently on the mouth. It is more than sisterly, but not passionate. I can sense that her passion is close to the surface and she trembles a little. She leans forward slightly and I feel her breasts touching my chest. Their warmth is thrilling and very inviting. I have all I can do to keep my hands where they are, and not enfold her in my arms and make the kiss the most passionate of all time. The kiss ends and she pulls back a little. She looks up into my eyes again and gives me that devastating smile. "Thank you John Manetti. I hope to see you again sometime." With that she gets in the car and closes the door.

I turn to see Shelly standing there watching us. She has a bemused expression on her face like she wishes it were her I had just kissed. My medical training starts to show as I ask her if she knows the signs to look for in case Doreen has more than a mild concussion. She says no, and I proceed to give her a layman's rundown of what to watch out for and what to do. She says, "I'll keep a close eye on her, and do what needs doin'. Why don't you stop by my place tomorrow and check on her yourself?"

I told her I would, but not to wait for me if any of what I had told her was seen. She assures me she won't as she gets in the car and starts the engine. She tells me her address and says she will see me tomorrow.

When I reach the bar Rudy hands me a fresh glass of draft. I swallow about half of it gratefully. I haven't realized how thirsty I am. Rudy is the owner as well as the night bar tender. We have become friends in the past 3 months. When I place the half-full glass on the bar he says, "Thanks for not letting that get out of hand, John."

"You're welcome Rudy, but it was touch and go there for a few seconds."

"I noticed." He replied, "I just hope you haven't bitten off more that you can chew."

"How so," I asked.


Down & Up In Carolina Ch. 02



This story is a continuation of Down and Up in Carolina. The characters and events continue to be the products of the author's imagination, and any similarity with real people or events is merely coincidence. 

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This is a story about a man named John Manetti. He is a modern day drifter with a past he is trying to work through. He finds himself in a small North Carolina coastal community where he meets Doreen Dickens. Doreen is married to an abusive husband, and John and Doreen meet when John stops her husband from beating her in public. A relationship has developed that has just been consummated with an afternoon of passion.

I wake up a short time later to a pleasurable sensation. Doreen is cuddled next to me with her head on my shoulder, arm across my chest and thigh across my groin. The warmth of her body next to mine is sensual. Her face is peaceful in sleep and there is a contented smile on her face. The clock next to the bed tells me that the afternoon is moving along. As much as I would love to keep this beautiful woman with me the rest of the day and night, and continue making love with her, I know that is not possible right now. She must return to her present life for a while longer. 

Doreen tries to move her body closer to mine, and the friction this causes in different places almost overcomes my common sense. I begin to wake her up by planting kisses on her forehead, eyes, cheeks, nose and lips. She stirs from her slumber slowly, looks at me and smiles. "Hi handsome. Do I have to get up now?" Her voice sounds like a high school kid not wanting to get up for school.

"I'm afraid so, beautiful," I reply. "As much as I would like to continue what we started I don't think it's a good idea right now. What time does Shelly expect you at her place?"

She looks across my body to the clock and smiles, "A little more than an hour. Enough time to do it again."

"Not the way I want to do it. Besides you and I need to talk, and you need a shower unless you want Shelly to know what you've been up to by your smell."

"Damn it," she says, "I don't give a rats what she knows or doesn't know right now, but I guess you're right. Which way is the shower?"

I point toward the bathroom. Before leaving the bed she rolls on top of me and we kiss sharing tongues and caresses. She breaks away before things go too far, and heads toward the shower. Those beautiful buns of hers sway gently as she walks, and she flashes that smile over her shoulder as she disappears into the bathroom.

While Doreen is in the shower I pull on some sweats and go to collect her things from the living room. I stop in the kitchen to get a couple of sodas on my way back to the bedroom. The shower stops just as I sit on the edge of the bed. My soda is at my lips when Doreen comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. Her sultry walk across the room makes me stop my drink in mid swallow. She crosses to the bed and looks down at her things neatly folded, then smiling at me drops the towel to stand before me in all her glory. I once again caress every inch of her with my eyes from top to bottom. The look on her face tells me that she appreciates the attention. After bending down to give me a toe-curling kiss she begins to dress. This happens slowly, almost like a strip tease in reverse. I'm a little sad when the last button is buttoned and all the real goodies are covered again. 

I stand up and take her hand to lead her into the living room. We need to talk, and if we do it in the bedroom we may not get through it. Seating her on the sofa I take the chair across from her. She looks a little disappointed that I didn't sit next to her. If I am to make it through the next few minutes I don't need any distractions. Just sitting across from this beautiful woman is distraction enough. I don't need her warm body next to mine.

Our talk begins with me telling Doreen how I came to be here in North Carolina. She gets the whole story with all the gory details, as well as my feelings about what happened. As the story unfolds I can see various emotions cross Doreen's face. Pain, fear, horror, sympathy and compassion all fight with one another inside her. When I finish she says, "John, I agree with the others. From what you just told me you have nothing to be ashamed of. The icing on the cake for me was the man's wife. If she thought for a minute you bore any responsibility for what happened she could not have said what she did to you. It's about time you stopped beating yourself up over this, and get on with your life." These words from someone I have come to love and respect do a lot for me. I'm sure that with her love to help me I can get over this now.

Next I turn the conversation to her situation. We agree that after what just happened we would not be able to stay away from each other for long. We also agree that until the divorce we need to be discrete about our relationship. Jed doesn't need anything to use against her in court. This will be the last time we meet at my house, or anywhere else near by, where people might know us. Neither one of us is thrilled with this, but we know that if we continue openly there will be trouble that we don't need or want.

Now that the talking is over we both breathe a cleansing sigh. The tension is broken and Doreen sits back and crosses her gorgeous legs. This causes her dress to ride up almost to her hips, and shows of her thighs. The look and smile on her face say, "Here I am. This is me."

I sit back and say, "You are becoming quite an exhibitionist, you know that?"

"It's all because of you cowboy." She continues, "You are making me feel like a desirable woman again making me feel pretty again. I just can't help but show off a little." That devastating smile returns as she rises and crosses to my chair. Her hand cups my chin and lifts my face as she bends down to kiss me. It is a gentle and loving kiss without heat. When our lips part she says, "It's time for me to go."

I escort her to the door and she picks up her purse from the floor where she dropped it earlier. At the door she comes into my arms and we kiss one more time. This one has more passion to it, because this one will have to last us both for a while. We break from the kiss and she is out the door without another word. My immediate world is suddenly an emptier place.

The following Friday I am taking advantage of a rare day off from the boat building yard by sleeping in. It seems the Ledbedder brothers received a huge bonus because we finished a contract ahead of schedule. They've decided a day off with pay is a good reward. I am dreaming about Doreen and I on a beach somewhere. We are making love on a beach towel on the sand. Just as the dream is reaching a critical point a bell starts to ring. The noise keeps me from concentrating on my lovemaking and is making me mad. I start looking for the source when the ringing of the phone breaks through my slumber. 

I reach for the phone and bring it to my ear. Before I can say hello I hear, "Hello handsome, miss me?" It is Doreen.

"Hi beautiful. I was just dreaming about you." I am rubbing sleep from my eyes as we talk.

"Was it a sexy dream," she asks?

"How can it be anything else if you're in it." Is my reply.

She giggles and asks me what I'm doing besides dreaming about her. I tell her I have no plans, and since it is a day off I plan to be lazy.

"How would you like to be lazy with me today? I have the day off too." 

"What do you have in mind?" This sounds interesting.

"I have never been on a motorcycle before, and I want to go to the beach. I'm thinking that you are just the man to make both happen. Am I right?"

"You are, and I would be delighted. How are we going to do this," I ask?

She gives me directions to a place to meet. I tell her I can be there in an hour. When we say our good-byes I jump in the shower before dressing. I grab a beach towel and head out the door. The big Harley motor on my Fat Bob rumbles to life and I'm off.

The place she has chosen to meet is an abandoned gas station. I don't see anyone around so I begin to shut the bike down to wait. As I take off my helmet Doreen comes walking around the corner of the building. Her skintight T-shirt and Jeans show off her body and she looks like a big cat as she strolls provocatively toward me and my eyes are drinking in her beauty as she approaches. She smiles and hands me the beach bag she is carrying, and then she gives me a welcoming kiss.

"How come we're meeting here gorgeous?

"Because I own the property, and I can leave my car here safely and nobody can see it." She replies.

I don't comment on this revelation even though I'm curious. I am confident she will tell me more when she's ready. I tie her bag to the handlebars as she puts on the helmet I brought for her and throws a shapely leg over the passenger seat. The Harley rumbles to life again as she puts her arms around my waist and scoots up so close I can feel her breasts press into my back.

I drop the bike into gear and we are off. Following her directions we are soon on highway 24 heading toward Morehead City. Before we enter the city we turn north and soon we're on a coast road. A short time later we are passing beachfront places of various sizes and descriptions. The farther along we go the farther apart the properties become. Doreen has me slow down and eventually turn in to one of the properties. Sheltered in the trees about 1/4 mile from the road is a house. It isn't falling down, but it needs quite a bit of work. I pull the bike into the carport that is attached to the house. 

"It doesn't look like anyone has been here in some time. I hope it's all right for us to be here?" I say.

"Don't worry," Doreen replies, "I know the owner who doesn't use it much any more. The owner said I could use it anytime I wanted."

I hand her the beach bag and grab my towel. She leads me down a path of shrubs and pine trees that eventually leads to the beach. The sand is warm under our feet. Doreen stops about 20 ft from the water and opens her bag. There are some people on the beach, but there's over 100 yd in either direction between them and us. It seems the beaches are private too. I watch as she brings out a beach cover up garment and pulls it over her head. It seems odd that she doesn't put her arms through the holes until I realize she is using the cover up to change into her suit. Mine is under my jeans and I'm ready after I pull of my boots, jeans and T-shirt. 

I sit on my towel and watch as Doreen changes. Her jeans and T-shirt come out from under her cover, but nothing else. She places them in her bag and brings out what looks like a bunch of bright orange string. The string disappears under the cover and she is stepping into something and putting something around her neck and behind her back. There are a few adjustments, and when she is satisfied she starts pulling the cover over her head. Its hem slowly rises up her legs revealing her shapely gams as it goes. The garment is almost at her hips before I see the first hint of orange. A strip barely wide enough covers her pubic area and extends up to where the straps are attached. It is generous to call them straps they look more like thin twine. They disappear around her hips. My eyes are drawn upward as the cover-up clears her bust. Strips similar to the one below barely cover her nipples and areolas leaving the majority of her breasts uncovered. The same orange twine as below holds the strips in place and disappears behind her neck and back. She holds the cover away from her side and strikes a sexy pose. Her head cocks to the side as she asks; "You like?" All I can do is nod with my mouth open. The contrast of bright orange against her tanned skin is amazing. 

She holds her hand out to me and says, "C'mon cowboy. I want to swim."

Hand in hand we head for the water. As we reach the waters edge she sprints ahead to dive into a roller as it nears the beach. I am right behind her. She is a strong swimmer and has a head start, but my open ocean and distance training let me catch and pass her. We sprint about a hundred yards and I notice she is no longer beside me. I stop and look back. Her head bobs a few yards behind me as she treads water. When I reach her she is slightly out of breath. Beautiful brown eyes search my face as she says, "You aren't even a little out of breath. Are you?"

"Nope. All that training paid off I guess. I can still swim pretty good." 

"I thought I could swim," she says. "But you blew past me like I was doing the dog paddle."

"I didn't know we were racing."

"We weren't. I just wanted to show you that I could do something well besides what we do in bed."

"We are just getting to know each other." I reply. "I'm sure that there are many things you can do that I can't. Besides the obvious that is."

"Well, as soon as I catch my breath cowboy, I'll show you something I am good at."

She suddenly reaches out and dunks me, which starts a game of grab ass. We grope, dunk, splash and tease each other until after 15 minutes or so I say, "I surrender. I've had enough." I'm really not tired. There are other things I want to do besides play grab ass. 

During our game we have slowly moved into shallower water. I can now stand with my head and shoulders out of the water. As I surrender to her in the game I capture her wrist and pull her to me. When she is in front of me I put my arms around her and pull her next to me. Her chest touches mine and I know that her suit top has slipped during our game. I feel bare nipples rubbing my chest. I say, "Madam, don't you think you should readjust your bathing costume?"

"Why? Don't you like what you feel?" she replied still in a playful mood. "Try this." She wraps her legs around my thigh and starts stroking herself. The strips covering her breasts aren't all that have slipped. I can feel bare womanhood rubbing against my thigh.

Our mouths meet in a hungry passionate kiss. We haven't seen each other for 5 days, and we are ravenous for each other. My hands caress up and down her back reveling in the watery slick skin beneath them. They come to rest on her buttocks to caress and fondle and squeeze that delectable flesh. Her hips continue to hump her against my leg and little mewling noises escape her lips. Our lower bodies have my penis trapped between them and her movements stimulate me as well. 

She releases her hands from around my neck and lets them glide down my body. They slowly caress my nipples and the muscles of my chest and abdomen on their way south. When they reach my hips the thumbs hook the waistband of my trunks and pull them down around my knees. Her hands begin to caress and stimulate the sensitive skin of my glans and shaft. The contrast between her warm hands and the cooler seawater is very sensual. I feel myself growing longer and harder. 

I bring my hands around to the front of her thighs and begin to caress gently. They run from knee to hip on the outside and back to the knees. Then up the tender insides to gently caress her vulva and then back down. One hand returns to capture one hemisphere of her backside while the other caresses her mound. I insert 2 fingers and her hips begin to work back and forth. Her love channel is filled with my fingers and my palm is applying pressure to her clitoris at the same time. By this time the movement of her hips has become urgent and demanding. I capture her mouth with mine and we mingle our tongues in heated passion as her body nears its release. 

Her mouth breaks from my own as her breathing becomes ragged. She is panting now with her head thrown back. I nuzzle and kiss her neck as her hips and my hand bring her to the ecstasy she is hungrily searching for. Staccato moans escape her as she nears her peak, and she stifles a scream when she comes by biting down on her lower lip. She is barely starting to come down when one hand leaves my neck and returns to my shaft. Her leg comes up over my hip as she guides the tip of my shaft into her entrance. When inside about two inches she clamps down with her muscles and holds me there while she lifts her other leg around my opposite hip. Once she is in position she releases her internal muscles and her body slowly slides down on me. She makes the process very slow so that we can both enjoy the sensation of penetration. 

When she reaches bottom a loud sigh escapes her. She begins to move against me, and I help and support her with my hands full of butt flesh. In this position she is high enough so that with her head back I can reach her breasts. Each one gets its own lavish treatment from my mouth. The saltiness of the seawater adds a savor to the taste of her skin. Our movements are slow and deliberate to make sensations last, but it has been too long for both of us. Soon the pace increases until finally we are pounding against each other. Our lungs are pumping like bellows and our moans and grunts are getting louder. She comes first and clamps down on me with her internal muscles as I grind my shaft and groin against her clit. I clamp my mouth on hers to stifle her screams as she continues to ride her waves of pleasure. As her orgasm peaks she begins milking my prick with her internal muscles, a sensation I have not experienced before. Without making another move of my own my come explodes within her. Those fabulous inner muscles milk me until there is no more to give. 

We cling together in the after glow of our lovemaking. We exchange little kisses and endearing words as we both descend from the heights of our passion. My deflated member slips from her warm sheath into the much cooler seawater and shrivels even more. Her arms and legs slowly release me and we begin to float side by side, the sun warming our fronts and the sea cooling our backs. As my breathing returns to near normal, I look towards her. The front half of her body is exposed to me. Those small strips of fabric are still askew, and give a delectable view of her intimate parts. I reach over and try to adjust them. She says, "Forget it. They don't stay in place in the water anyway. I have to make the adjustments as I get out of the water. In the water it doesn't make any difference." I leave the fabric alone.

Doreen finally catches her breath and says, "I need to get out of the water before I start looking like a prune." 

We head for shore. As the body beautiful emerges from the water it is amusing to watch as the suit is adjusted. By the time we reach shore all strategic areas are covered, sort of. More of her is exposed than covered as I watch her dry her lovely body. She replaces her towel on the sand and reaches into her bag again. A bottle of sun lotion appears and sails in my direction. "Here cowboy. Make yourself useful," she says as she stretches out on her front.

I begin to rub the lotion into her soft skin and remember the first time I did this. The last time we had not been intimate yet and the situation ended poorly. This time with confidence bred of familiarity I'm bolder as I work on her back. When I reach the sides of her breasts my touch is not tentative as before. My fingers manipulate the flesh knowing the attention will be accepted and appreciated. She tells me how good my hands feel as they roam over her body. As I work my way down her back there is no hesitation when I reach buttocks. Their flesh is heartily smoothed and rubbed as well as the flesh of the cleft in between. Like before, I move to her ankles and work her well-toned legs from bottom to top. She spreads them further apart as I move above her knees. I notice that they are farther apart than the first time, and I have unlimited access to all parts of her. The sun has warmed the skin of her thighs and their firmness and resilience is exciting. When my fingers reach the fold that joins buttock and thigh they continue between her thighs to cover her mons. I massage here as well and her hips join in the stimulation as she sighs.




Down & Up In Carolina Ch. 02



I have become rock hard by this time, but I know there is no way to satisfy our lust on the beach. Or so I think. I kiss the back of her neck and tell her she's done on one side. She smiles and giggles a little. Then my arousal brushes against her hip. The sensation is pleasurable, but I quickly move away. As I move back to my towel she sees the tent in my trunks. She tells me to lie on my back. When I do she comes to me and lies full length on top of me, front to front. We begin necking passionately, devouring each other's mouth. Her hips hump against my aroused member, but she is not satisfied with a dry hump. To my astonishment, and admittedly some embarrassment, she sits up and begins lowering my trunks to the level of my thighs. My shaft is released, which she takes in her hand and slowly strokes. Her other hand moves the small strip of fabric away from her mons. She raises herself a little and guides me into her, and lowers her hips to impale herself on me. 

The top half of her body comes down on top of me, mashing her breasts to my chest. I can feel her nipples through the soft fabric. She lies motionless on top of me, and I slowly begin to move in and out of her. We look like a couple making out on the beach, but we are erotically joined in way no one can see it. Moans are escaping from her mouth to mine as my gentle assault on her continues. I am forced to go slow so that the movement is not too obvious should anyone be able to see us. The risk of being found out is adding to the sensations pouring through me. I have never had sex in such an open setting. She pulls her mouth from mine so that she can take bigger breaths through her mouth as her excitement builds. Her voice is breathless as she says, "Oh this slow pace is excruciating, but don't speed up. I want to feel it this way. Ooh, I'm almost there."

Her hips begin to move ever so slightly to increase the slow stimulation of her clit against my shaft. She begins to milk me with her inner muscles again, and I cannot hold back any longer. The milking action of her inner muscles pulls my seed from me and I stifle loud cries of passion as I come. I have spent all there is, but I continue to pump into her slowly, because she is just now reaching her own peak. Her stifled scream becomes a loud squeal as we hump slowly together and prolong her pleasure. 


As I regain my breath I say to her, " That was intense. I think doing it here in the open like this made it most enjoyable. I have never made love in public before."

She giggled in my ear; "I never have either. I just did what came naturally."

I push her up so I can see her face. "You vixen, when I said you were becoming an exhibitionist the other day I was kidding. After this I believe I was right and didn't know it."

She gives me that devastating smile of hers and says, 'So, are you complaining? You're the one making me this way. I feel so alive sexually with you I want to try everything."

"No, I'm not complaining. I'm just stating that I'm surprised at the affect I seem to have on you and you on me. I feel alive with you too. Adventuresome sex has not been a part of my life until now, and your spontaneity makes it even better."

She kisses me on the nose and says, "C'mon Mr. Spontaneous, we need to get out of here. The sun will be dipping behind the pine trees before long, and I need to get back."

While I'm dressing I that Doreen doesn't bother with the cover-up this time. When we are done, we make our way back to the bike. Our hunger makes us stop at a little diner for some nourishment. During our meal the elderly waitress compliments Doreen on her handsome son. Like I said. Looking younger than your years can be a blessing or a curse depending on circumstances. The whole time this conversation is going on I have my hand in Doreen's lap caressing her thigh and rubbing he crotch. We have the giggles as we get on the bike to finish our trip. 

After Doreen retrieves her car I follow her on the way back to town until she turns to head to Shelly's place. I briefly think about stopping at Rudy's for a few beers, but as tired as I am the beer would make getting home dangerous on two wheels. I decide to head for home and bed. Tomorrow is Saturday, and I plan to sleep all day. If anyone tries to wake me before then had better duck when I wake up. 

It's Saturday night. I have indeed slept the day away, but woke up hungry and thirsty this afternoon. My hunger was taken care of at the diner. I now find myself at Rudy's bar swapping war stores with Rudy, and taking care of my thirst with my first glass of draft. It is so early that I am the only one in the place, and most people won't start coming out for another hour yet. While Rudy is re-filling my glass I hear the door jingle. Surprised that someone else is out so early I turn to see who it is. When I do I see Doreen walking toward the jukebox. She's wearing cowboy boots, skin tight jeans and a red tank top. Money drops into the jukebox after she's made her decision. 

She walks toward me with catlike grace. Behind her Conway Twitty is singing a slow love ballad. Her head turns toward Rudy and she says, "Excuse me Rudy." Then she turns her beautiful brown eyes toward me, and looks deeply into my eyes. To me she says, "Dance with me John."

I can't refuse this woman anything. Hand in hand we walk to the small dance floor. When we reach the middle of it she turns toward me and before I can react she is plastered to the front of me like fly paper. With her hands around my neck and mine holding her hips we begin to move to the music, while looking deeply into each other's eyes. Her hips are moving against mine in a way meant to arouse me, and she gets her wish. I say to her, "Are you sure this is what we should be doing right now?"

The beginning of a smile is on her lips as she says, "The only one here right now is Rudy, and he knows about us right?"

"Yes. Rudy's a friend and he knows about us. I trust him to keep it to himself."

"Well then, until someone else shows up I am going to enjoy dancing with my man."

As the song draws to an end Doreen lifts her face to mine and plants a kiss on me. The door jingles just as she backs away from me and Shelly walks in. Close on her heels Marie follows her. Doreen looks at me and says, "I'm meeting the girls for a few drinks. I came early hoping you would be here. For the rest of the evening I suggest we keep our distance from one another."

Doreen leaves me to greet her friends, and I return to my stool at the bar. The crowd picks up after that, but it is still a light crowd for a Saturday night. Rudy and I chat when things are a little slow. Other people come and leave the bar area joining in conversations and leaving again. Occasionally my eyes meet Doreen's across the room, but we purposely do not hold each other's gaze. I'm able to keep my mind occupied with conversation, and games of pool and darts. Before I know it is almost closing time, and Doreen her friends and I are the only patrons left. I decide it's time for me to leave, and head to their table to say my good nights. I begin to cross the floor but Doreen stands up and goes to the jukebox again. She meets me on the dance floor again as another love ballad begins to play. She says, "Please dance with me John."

This time she keeps her distance in a normal dance posture, well, an almost normal posture. She isn't plastered to me this time, but she isn't all that far away either. Every now and then a breast or a thigh brushes up against me. Having her so close but yet so far away is almost worse than having her plastered against me. 

The song is almost over when the door slams open. Jed, Doreen's husband, lumbers in followed by two men almost as big as he is. The newcomers look enough alike to be twins. They stop across the room from us with Jed in front and the other two on either side behind him. Jed looks at Doreen and I and says, "Take your slimy paws offa ma wife, boy." I step away from Doreen and slide her behind me. Jed continues, "You been shackin up with her and now you're gonna get what's comin' to ya."

I know this is not going to end well. Squaring myself to the big man I lock my eyes on his across the room. My mind switches to combat mode as I say, "I told you once before If you come at me you better be prepared to kill me or die because I have nothing to lose." I hear a gasp from Doreen behind me. I continue with, "Is this just you and me, or are the bookends included too?"

He looks left and right over his shoulder and then back at me. He says, "They make you nervous boy?"

"Not really," I reply in a cold no-nonsense voice. "But you I can handle. You and one of them I'll have my hands full. All three of you and we all end up in the hospital or dead. Take your pick." The eyes of the twins grow big at that. They must have figured their size and number would cow me. I add for good measure, "Unless you're not man enough to take me on yourself."

That gets him mad enough to say, "Stand easy boys. This one's mine."

I walk across the room to within arms reach of Jed, my eyes never leaving his. My body appears relaxed with my arms at my sides, but every muscle is taut and ready. His eyes tell me what he's doing a split second before it happens, and before the message gets from his brain to his arm I land a straight punch to his breastbone with every ounce of strength I have taking his air away. The heel of my other hand connects with the point of his chin snapping his head back and breaking teeth. I drop low for a sweep kick that knocks his legs from under him, and he hits the hardwood floor face first smashing his nose. In a flash I have a knee in the small of his back and my forearms are on either side of his head pulling his spine back like a taut bow ready to twist with enough force to snap his neck. I hear Doreen and Rudy yell as one, "John, don't do it. Stop"

Their combined voices get through to me and I let go of the big man's head. His head hits the floor with a loud thud. He is out cold. I turn to face the other two in case they have changed their minds. Both of them have backed well away not wanting any part of what just happened. I tell them to pick up their friend and get out of here, and to take him to a hospital. They drag him out between them.

I turn around and Doreen is immediately in my arms burying her head in my chest. She is trembling all over as I hold her tight to me. As we stand there my adrenaline rush begins to fade and I start to shake too. When I feel able to walk I help Doreen to the bar. Rudy looks at me and says, "Beer?" I shake my head and ask for two double Wild Turkeys and hand one to Doreen when they're poured. 

After half of our drinks are gone I turn to Doreen and ask, "Are you all right?"

She nods and says, "How about you?"

"I'm fine. I suggest you see if Shelly can put you up for the night again. It seems that when ever your husband and I get together, you end up having to find somewhere else to sleep."

She agrees and asks Shelly who readily nods her head. I tell Doreen that I think it's best if she goes ahead with Doreen, and I will see her later. They leave and Rudy and I are left alone. I finish my drink and begin to tell Rudy good night when he says, "John, remind me to never get you mad at me."

"Rudy," I reply, "I was never mad for a second. He got mad which gave me a bigger edge. When a man loses his temper he makes mistakes. I try to keep close rein on mine in situations like that. I'll see you later."

I have not heard from Doreen in several days. Under the circumstances I think that's wise, but it plays hell with my hormones. I have thrown myself into my job at work and working around the house to help keep my mind off of her. My occasional drink has been had at home since I do not want any more confrontations with Jed Dickens. As I come in the door from work the phone begins to ring. I pick it up and before I can say hello I hear Doreen say, "Hi there handsome. What are you doing for dinner tonight?"

"Hi beautiful, I just got home and haven't made up my mind yet. Why, is this an invitation?"

"You bet it is lover," she answers.

"Where, and what's on the menu?"

"The where is my house and the menu is fried chicken with all the trimmings and chef's surprise for dessert."

"Are you sure it's wise meeting at your house," I ask?

"Don't worry about it cowboy, I'll explain when you get here. Haven't you left yet?"

She gives me directions, and I tell her I can be there in an hour. I get cleaned up and head out the door. The sky has begun to darken with the clouds of a summer storm, and I decide on the pick-up rather than the Harley. Following Doreen's directions leads me out into the countryside. When I turn off the road it's almost a half of a mile before I see the house. The house is a two-story brick farmhouse that probably dates back to before the war of northern aggression, as they call the civil war around here. It is huge and has a large veranda around three sides of it. Doreen meets me at the top of the steps and gives me a hug and kiss before leading me inside. The aromas that hit me inside the door are heavenly, and I follow my nose to the kitchen. The kitchen has been modernized and has all the latest fixtures and appliances. I have seen some good restaurant kitchens that would be hard pressed to compete with this one. There is a small table in the breakfast nook that is set for two. Doreen tells me to pour the wine while she puts the food on the table. The aromas are defined as she sets the table with fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, corn on the cob, and home made biscuits. Every bite is delicious. 

During our meal Doreen explains what has been happening. She had enough of Jed, called her lawyers and had him evicted from the house. There has been no word from him in a week and she is now free to live in her home without fear of being beaten. The rest of the meal passes in a comfortable silence. We are enjoying another glass of wine when she says, "How was the meal?"

"My compliments to the chef, it was incredible," I reply.

"Thank you sir. I love to cook, and when I remodeled the house I had the kitchen fixed the way you see it now. I get extravagant when I cook and wanted a kitchen that would accommodate me." She gets up to begin clearing the table, and I help her. When the dishwasher is humming along she turns to me and says, "Are you ready for dessert?" There is a mischievous look in her eye as she says this.

"I'm kind of full. Can we put it off until later," I ask?

"Oh no. This desert is not filling and has no calories. I think you'll enjoy it."

"OK, it sounds good to me."

"I need to go up stairs and get something first. Why don't you sit and have another glass of wine, and we'll have desert when I get back."

I am a little confused, but go back to the table and pour another glass of wine. A short while later I am sitting watching the rain patterns on the window and I hear a noise behind me. The noise comes from the archway between the kitchen and the den, and I turn that way to check out the noise. The sight that greets me is almost overwhelming. Doreen is standing just inside the archway in a sexy pose. She has a sexy smile on her face and is only wearing what appears to be a sexy white bra and panty set and high heel white shoes. When I look closer I am delightfully surprised. My eyes flow down across her chest to the white bikini bra only to realize that her luscious breasts are covered with whipped, and red cherries adorn each nipple. I gaze sown the soft and delicate plain of her abdomen separating her rounded hips and at the junction of her legs there is a panty of whipped cream covering her sex and pubic patch. Her fabulous legs are bare and seem to glow in the soft light. The columns of her thighs taper down to her knees and her calves are accentuated by the high heels. 

She breaks the hushed silence with, "When you're finished with the eye candy cowboy, your dessert is ready." 

The muscles of her legs ripple in the candlelight she crosses the space between us. When she reaches the table everything is cleared from it, and she lies down with her body perpendicular to me. Her succulent breasts with their whipped cream icing and cherry tips are presented for my enjoyment. I begin with the breast closest to me and slowly begin to lick the cream from her flesh starting at the base. My progress up her breast is excruciatingly slow as I enjoy the sweetness of the whipped cream as well as the sweetness of the warm flesh under it. By the time I reach the areola her breath is coming in gasps. Spreading my mouth wide I enclose the entire areola and nipple to suck the whipped cream and tissue into my mouth. My tongue slowly laves her nipple and my teeth begin to nip at the tender bud. This whole time I have not touched her with my hands, and her hands have remained at her sides. The licking process is repeated on the breast's twin, and when I begin to repeat the final step with the nipple she cannot contain herself. Her hands clasp my head to her breast and I feel a mild orgasm course through her body. The moans of yes and suck it please are music to my ears as she completes her little fulfillment. 

When both breasts are licked clean I proceed down her body. Kisses, licks, nips, bites, and sucks mark my path across her slightly rounded tummy. I deliberately avoid the whipped cream bikini bottom and continue over her hip and down the outside of her thigh up the outside of the other to her opposite hip across to her inner thigh and down again. The trip up the inside of the other leg is rewarded with her legs spreading wider the higher I get. Finally her heels are resting on the table and her thighs are spread as wide as she can to allow me access to her center. I can no longer keep my hands away from her skin, and they begin to caress her velvety inner thighs from knee to groin. My tongue now begins to lap up the whipped cream starting at the extreme edges and working toward the center. At last there is one strip of cream covering the crease of her womanhood. Starting at the bottom I use the flat of my tongue to slowly lick upward. Her juices have mixed with the whipped cream to make a delightful sundae that is like ambrosia on my tongue. She wiggles her hips as I reach the top of her slit and gently suck and tickle her clit. Her lungs are working hard now to keep air flowing to fuel her need. Soft mewls of pleasure have been escaping her for some time now, and the direct attention to her love tunnel has made them louder. 

I insert 3 fingers, one after the other, in to the warm moist depths of her and begin stroking purposefully. At the same time I continue my assault on her clit with my lips and tongue alternating between direct stimulation and flirting with it. Doreen is so stimulated it does not take long for a crashing orgasm to overwhelm her senses. Unintelligible screams erupt from her throat in rhythm with her hips humping and my flicking tongue to echo off the kitchen walls. Her thighs have clamped around my head, while her hands hold me in place. The fluids pouring from within her are swamping my hand. Her juices are so plentiful that they are making a pool on the table surface. I continue my ministrations slowing them as she begins to come down off of her mountain of pleasure. When her thighs release me I proceed to clean her, and the table, with my tongue. Her body is limp on the table, her mouth is slack and her chest heaves as she revels in the sensations pouring through her body.

I take this opportunity to remove my clothes. Standing naked at the edge of the table I reach for her hips and slide them until her opening is at the edge. Her knees are placed over my shoulders and I hold my erection in my hand as I slide it up and down over her entrance. Then begins a slow and deliberate penetration of the gorgeous creature before me. The sensations are almost too much as inch by inch I slide myself into her warm, moist, and silky sheath. As soon as my pelvic bone touches hers I reverse the process. A slow steady rhythm is established and Doreen begins to respond. Little whimpers escape her lips each time I strike bottom. Her mind brings her back to reality and her head turns toward me. Our eyes lock in a lustful gaze, and she clasps her firm thighs around my waist. She sits up and we share our first kiss of this encounter locking mouths and dueling with tongues as our passion builds. We are quickly approaching the ultimate explosion of lust. "Oooo, lover, " she coos, "what you are doing to me is unbelievable. Just do it harder and faster." She sits back on her outstretched arms and looks between us as we slap together and wet noises come from between our copulating bodies. I cup her breasts and tweak her nipples as I slam my pelvis against hers. As her climax washes over her she clamps her arms around my neck, and I lift her by her buttocks suspending her above the floor. I am driving myself into her with abandon as she screams her release to the ceiling and my pent up seed explodes within her. 




Down & Up In Carolina Ch. 02



I have to set her down on the table, and she enfolds me with her arms and legs. Tremors from her climax wash through her and her inner muscles tremble around my slowly shrinking member. Tender kisses and words of love and endearment pass between us as we slowly calm down. When she has enough breath to speak she says through pants, "How was your dessert sir."

"My compliments to the chef. " I pant back. "I have never enjoyed a dessert more than this one."

She smiles that smile again, then says, "Carry me to bed handsome. I want to wake up with you next to me." 

She wraps herself around me again and I find my way to the stairs and up to the bedroom she directs me to. I sit on the edge of the bed and we kiss a while. Doreen goes to get up and we find that her skin wants to stick to mine. It seems that the whipped cream has made her skin tacky. The sensation of her skin pulling away from mine is quite unique. When she reaches her feet she runs her hands over her body and says, "Yuk, I need a shower. Do you want to wash my back handsome?"

I get up and begin to follow her to the bathroom. To her lovely back and buns I say, "Washing your back will be a pleasure. Are there any other parts I can wash for you?"

Over her shoulder she says, "We'll start with the back and see where that leads."

Once in the shower I pass on the washcloth she offers. "No way," I say, "I don't want anything coming between my hands and your body but soap suds."

She giggles and I begin to wash her back. When the skin of her back is covered with lather the sensation under my hands is totally erotic and sensual. I spend a great deal of time running my hands over the well-toned plains of flesh presented to me. My next objectives are the marvelous globes of her buns. Their soapy slick texture adds to the sensuousness of washing. Not only do I rub this delectable flesh, but also my hands cannot resist squeezing, and she groans as I do. My fingers also wash the cleft between very thoroughly all the way to the lower end of her slit including the pucker of her anus. Doreen has put her hands on the wall and thrusts her hips back as I toy with her little star. Then I drop to my knees behind her so I can wash the backs of her legs. The feel of those gams under my soapy hands is almost mind blowing. I wash each leg individually with both hands. As I reach where her thigh joins her buttock I pay slow attention to that crease allowing my hand to rub against her mons as I wash. I receive another erotic groan as reward for my effort. Back on my feet I turn her to face me. My eyes lock with hers and I see wanton desire. The temptation to take her now is almost overwhelming, but I will not give in. 

I thoroughly lather and wash her shoulders and the delicate skin of her upper chest. When I reach her breasts I purposely avoid her nipples and proceed to thoroughly wash each breast squeezing and manipulating as I do. Doreen's breathing begins to increase, and she is watching the action intently. Next I turn my attention to her nipples. As I wash them between thumbs and forefingers pinching and tweaking lightly her head goes back and she groans from deep within at the sensations I am causing. The plain of her tummy is next with special attention to the navel. I by-pass her womanhood and concentrate on her legs next. Her soft inner thighs feel even softer under the lather and massaging them is exquisite pleasure. My ministrations to my lovely partner are getting to her, and she has placed her hands on my shoulders to steady herself. When my lathered hand reaches for her sex and begins to work that lather into the folds of her labia her hips begin a gentle rocking motion to increase the stimulation. Her eyes are closed and her mouth hangs open as her hips move back and forth trying to force my hand deeper into her sex. I take pity on her and work two fingers into her hot wet insides and at the same time place my thumb over her clit. Her hips do all the work as I simply hold my hand in place. The movement of her hips becomes urgent and grunts of passion are expelled with each thrust. She is riding herself to orgasm on my hand. "Ohh, baby thank you. That is so beautiful. I am there baby. The thrusts of her hips are almost violent as she wrings out every drop of pleasure. Her legs begin to wobble and I place my free arm behind her beneath her butt to hold her erect as wave after wave of pleasure racks her beautiful form above me.

Her hip movements are quiet now, and without releasing my hold I stand and embrace her tenderly. She buries her face in my shoulder and her body shudders as the aftershocks of her orgasm continue. When I am sure she can stand on her own I wash myself quickly and get out of the shower. I help her out and lovingly dry her still tingling skin with a soft fluffy towel. Then I scoop her up in my arms and carry her to the bedroom where I lay her tenderly in the bed. I slide in beside her and enfold her in my arms and deliver tender kisses all over her face. As she drops off to sleep I hear her say softly, "I owe you one cowboy." Then she is asleep, and I follow shortly.

I want to thank those readers who voted for Part 1 of this story, and provided feedback. This continuation is a result of requests for more about John and Doreen. I extend special thanks to The_Bragis for your constructive criticism. I hope my attention to your comments comes through in this part of the story. 

As always, if you feel strongly about this story please vote. Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome.

Regard to all from Seatraveller



Down & Up In Carolina



"Jed Dickens is one mean dude, buddy. You humiliated him in his own back yard. He is not going to take that lightly, and he's vindictive as hell. You watch your six, you hear me?" That's pilots jargon for watch your back. Rudy is a former Marine pilot who had seen action in Nam and Korea. As a former combat vet I value his warning.

"Thanks Rudy. I will"

The next day after work, and a quick trip home to clean up, I'm headed for Shelly's address. There are 2 cars in the driveway and I park the Harley next to them. Apparently the Harley's rumble has caught Shelly's ear, because she is at the door waiting as I get off the bike and walk to the door. She says, "John, she's out back by the pool. You can go on around if you like." Then she adds, "I need to go over to my mama's house for a while. I should be back in about an hour. She has seemed fine all day." I wave as I walk around the back.

When I reach the pool I find Doreen lying face up on a lounge chair with sunglasses on. She is wearing a one piece brown bathing suit with high cut legs showing lots of hip and cut low enough on top to allow the tops of her breasts to show. Her skin has a mixed sheen of perspiration and sun oil that looks very erotic. I stand near by watching as her chest rises and falls with her breathing. It is so even I think she is asleep. I walk closer to look down from above her, and allow my eyes to slowly devour her from head to toe. I notice how the suit fits snuggly around her sex and displays it so well, the swell of her breasts, and the exquisite legs and thighs totally on display before me. 

I nearly jump out of my skin when I hear her say, "Enjoying the view, cowboy?" I assumed she was asleep, but this vixen is watching me watch her. A chuckle and that devastating smile of hers follow her comment. I am speechless and embarrassed to be caught so blatantly ogling, and my predicament must show because she adds, "Relax, it has been a long time since someone has even cared to look. I enjoy your looking as much as you do."

I sit down on the chair next to hers still not knowing what to say. She comes to my rescue with, "Thanks for stopping by sir Galahad. You saved me the trip looking for you so that I can thank you again for what you did last night."

"You owe me no thanks." I reply. "I would have stepped in on that one no matter who was involved. I don't like seeing anyone beaten on."

"Well thanks anyway." She removes her sunglasses and I can see the mouse is not too bad this morning. Getting the ice on right away helped. I am curious about her situation with her husband, but I am not sure if my interest isn't just to find out her availability. 

I hesitate but ask anyway, "I don't mean to pry, and you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but what is it with you and your husband? I have seen men bully their wives before, but this seems different. This is more than mere male chauvinism, this seems more like hate to me."

She puts her sunglasses back on before replying, "I will give you the short version of a long sad story. Jed and I were childhood sweet hearts. He was the star tackle on the football team, and I was the cute cheerleader in high school. When we graduated we both had scholarships to Carolina. He had a full sports scholarship and I an academic one. We were married secretly after our freshman year. Our sophomore year Carolina got a bowl invitation. During the game Jed blew his knee out, it was so bad the doctors told him he could never play football again. No football no scholarship. Jed couldn't stay at Carolina without it, and I wouldn't stay there without him. We came back home, got jobs and settled down. I was in pre-law at Carolina and was able to get a job as a paralegal at a law firm in Morehead City. Jed went to work for Ledbedder boat works. 

Things went along fine for a long time. Five years ago old man Ledbedder died, and his sons began running the firm. They started making changes that their daddy wouldn't. I guess they realized they had to modernize the business to stay competitive. Jed and the oldest brother Luke never got along. The two of them would argue about every improvement the brothers made. One-day Jed's temper got the better of him and he punched Luke out. Jed was fired and hasn't worked a day since. He has spent his time with his redneck buddies drinking beer and doing all the things that rednecks enjoy. He also has become meaner and more violent. He has been in jail for assault a couple of times. He is full of rage and hate, and it is beginning to spill out on others. I know it has just about ruined our marriage. He is usually so drunk or so angry that we don't even have a sex life anymore." Her face flushed a little on that one and she became quiet for a few seconds.

She takes a deep cleansing breath, and her former jovial mood returns. She says, "The sun won't be high much longer and you, young sir, are blocking it. I need to work on the back side, so would you be so kind as to oil my back for me?" With that she turns on her stomach and removes her arms from the top of the suit and places her hands under her head as a pillow. 

Here I sit with bare woman back showing from her neck to the top of her buttocks and the tops of her thighs to her toes. The swell of her breasts is showing where they mash into the lounger. How could any man refuse a request from this woman?

I kneel down beside the lounger, reach for the sun oil, and apply a liberal amount to my hands. My hands lower to her back and begin to spread the oil around. Medical training comes to bear and the oil application becomes a relaxing gentle massage. She sighs audibly as my fingers begin at her shoulders and work their way over the muscles of her back. The sides of her rib cage and swell of the sides of her breasts are included. That move doesn't cause any reaction as I thought it might. I work the oil into the skin and have reached her narrow waist. The top swell of her buttocks is revealed by the low cut back of her suit, and I massage the oil there as well. Her breathing has become deep and regular and I assume she is falling asleep.

Sweat has popped out on my forehead and I'm breathing heavier both from the heat of the day, and more from my increased state of arousal. The touch of her skin is very erotic. My body is responding with a pleasant erection. I move to the lower half of her body and repeat the massage on her legs, beginning at her ankles. The backs of her calves are well toned and defined, the skin soft and warm to my touch. My hands begin working her thighs from the knees up. She repositions her legs slightly farther apart and sighs again. As my hands work higher up her thighs I notice that her hips rise and fall once or twice, and slight mewling sounds come from the area at the top of the lounger.

I smile and am relieved to know that I am not the only one responding to the touch of man skin to woman skin.

I complete my work on her thighs, and successfully avoid the urge to massage her sex in the process, which was a mighty struggle. My attention now turns to her feet. After applying oil to the tops I begin to work on the soles. I am very slow and deliberate in my ministrations, being careful not to tickle. I also know that this can be very erotic for some people. Apparently Doreen is one of them for out of the corner of my eye I notice here hips beginning to rise and fall as she rubs the front of her sex against the lounger. Her breathing has become more ragged, and the sounds from her throat tell me she is enjoying the foot massage.

Her foot is suddenly pulled from my grasp as she makes to get up quickly. In her haste she almost forgets the top of the suit. She tries to put her arms in and quickly replace it, but not before I get a delectable glimpse of her breasts hanging down slightly. Finally on her feet she moves to the edge of the pool to quickly dive in. When she comes up for air and pushes her wet hair out of the way, she turns and looks to me and smiles. "This sure feels good, the sun is pretty hot this afternoon. Why don't you shuck those clothes and join me."

I chuckle to myself and reply "There's more than the sun that's hot right now."

I stand up and move closer to the edge of the pool looking at Doreen waist deep in the water. My hands slowly pull my T-shirt from the waist of my Jeans and over my head. Doreen is standing very still and watching my every move. Boots and socks drop next to my shirt, and I begin to undo my jeans. While not actually doing a strip tease I am very slow and deliberate. I haven't taken my eyes off of Doreen's, and I'm enjoying watching her reactions. When my jeans are undone my hands begin to push them down going slowly again. I kick them to the side with the rest of my clothes and stand up in my boxer/briefs. They are of a colored material that doesn't show much, but my semi-erect shaft is readily apparent, and Doreen is looking right at it. Her eyes then slowly devour the rest of my body the same way mine did hers a short while ago. She completes her inspection and her eyes return to my boxers and the tent that had become bigger as her eyes roamed my body.

Diving into the water I tried to come up next to Doreen, but she swam for deep water. I followed her. We then begin a game of grope tag with our hands touching each other playfully and grabbing and squeezing. A thigh grabbed here, a hip there; an ankle or buttocks all are fair game. She dunks my head and I grab her ankle as I sink to bring her with me. When I let go of her ankle to take her in my arms she sprints away to shallower water. She waits in waist deep water, and I rise to stand before her. I look into her brown eyes and see a mixture of mischief and arousal. "Are you going to finish what you started?" she asks while looking me squarely in the eye.

"That is up to you. Isn't it Doreen?" My gaze is as intense as hers is.

"I guess it is." Her right hand moves to the suit strap over her left shoulder and pushes it down on her arm. The left hand does the same to the other strap. She pulls both arms out of the straps and the top of her suit drops to her waist. Her beautiful breasts are exposed to my gaze. Their nipples are swollen with desire, and drops of water hang from them like little pearls. Winded and excited her shallow breathing causes them to rise and fall. Her sides taper to her waist and the swell of her hips disappears into the lower half of the suit. She takes one step forward, places her arms around my neck and presses her breasts into my chest. The hard nipples making dents beneath them. My hands go to the naked warm flesh of her hips and pull her lower body to mine. The erection she has created presses in to her and she moves her hips against it arousing me further.

I run my hands up the silky skin of her back to her shoulders, and back down to slowly descend beneath to suit bottom. One luscious globe in each hand I squeeze and pull her closer against me. The sensations this causes make her pull her head back and gasp. I take the opportunity to begin kissing down her neck. Her head stays back to let me continue. My lips encounter the slopes of her breast and continue to plant loving kisses until they reach her nipple. Her hand has slipped between us and slowly makes its way into my shorts to fondle and stroke the stiffness she finds there. Just then my mouth closes over her nipple and my teeth close on the delectable morsel and cause a jolt through her body. 

Suddenly she pulls away from our embrace. There is fear in her eyes. She asks herself, "What am I doing?' and quickly pulls her suit back up, climbs out of the pool and begins sprinting for the house. Over her shoulder she says, "I'm truly sorry." Before I can react or respond the door closes, and I hear the lock snap. I haul my bewildered body from the pool and dry with the towel she left behind. Leaving my shorts off I redress and make ready to leave. As I pull away from the house I think I see a curtain in an upstairs room move. I look again, but see no one.

A couple of weeks later I am in town getting the oil changed and the tires rotated on my pick-up. I bought a used Ford 1/2 ton for those days the weather won't let me ride the Fat Bob. It is a sleeper. There are scratches, dents and rust all over it, but that is deceiving. She is solid. The former owner must have been a shade tree mechanic who knew what he was doing, because there are some engine modifications made. She has all the reserve power you need, and can push you deep into the seat when you mash the accelerator.

I am sitting in the diner across the street sipping coffee while I wait. The seat I have taken is at the corner of the counter. I can see the door and watch people go by on the sidewalk outside. My second or third cup is just about empty when a vision in yellow walks in. It takes me a second to realize its Doreen. I haven't seen her in a dress before. Man, what I have been missing. She wears a yellow summer dress that would be completely modest on anyone else. On Doreen it is purely erotic. The dress buttons all the way up the front with big white buttons. The hem is just above the knee, and shows off the prettiest pair of legs I have ever seen. The top 2 and last 2 buttons on the front are left undone. This allows just a hint of cleavage to show and a whole lot of thigh to show with each step she takes. The yellow is a fantastic contrast to her tanned skin and dark brown hair. The heels she wears give more shape and definition to her calves, and make her look taller. A white purse and sunglasses complete the outfit. She is totally delectable. 

She stands in the doorway looking around for a seat. A virtually, except for me, empty diner gives her a wide selection. The sun is behind her and makes it obvious she is not wearing a slip under her dress. Her shapely legs are showing in silhouette all the way up to those magnificent thighs, and the narrow gap between them at the top. I choke on my coffee at the sight. The loud effort to get coffee out of my windpipe catches her attention. That devastating smile lights up her face and she makes her way toward me. I notice that she doesn't take her sunglasses off inside as she comes near me.

Standing next to me she places her hand gently on my shoulder, reaches up on tiptoe and plants a chaste kiss on my cheek. "Hi there, Sir Galahad. I have been hoping to run into you again." She says this as she climbs up on the stool next to mine. In the process her dress rides further and further up her thighs. I realize that she is not wearing hose, and that I am looking at warm smooth and very naked thigh flesh. My hand has been resting on my thigh closest too her. The warmth of her naked thigh is very apparent to the back of my hand. I leave my hand where it is, and try to force my rising erection to behave itself. An impossible task, as I'm sure you know.

"How have you been?" I ask. Hoping against hope that banal conversation will hold my raging hormones at bay.

"Doing fine now." She replies. I'm not sure that means she's fine in her personal situation or fine being here next to me.

"I want to apologize for what happened the other day." I start to interrupt, but she holds up a hand and continues, "I behaved abominably by letting what happened happen, and then leaving so abruptly with you in the state you were in. I lost my nerve for a couple f reasons I don't want to go into. Please accept my apology."

"Apology accepted."

"You sure look gorgeous today, Doreen."

"Why thank you, John. It is always nice to receive complements from a handsome man. Especially one as handsome as you." I start blushing at that one. "Oh. Did I make you uncomfortable? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that."

" It's o.k. I'm just not used to receiving those kinds of compliments from beautiful women like you." I replied.

Now it is her turn to blush. Her tanned skin has a slightly reddish cast to it, and she looks down at her lap. "John, please don't say that."

"Why?" I am astounded.

"Because it's not true. I'm a 46-year-old woman, and I know that the years are catching up with me. I don't hold any illusions about my appearance." She says this in a quiet humble voice.

"My dear Doreen, you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever met." I say trying to make her understand.

"And how many have you met. You can't be more than 22, and you can't have seen many. How would you be able to judge." The slight sarcasm in her tone is irritating.

"Madam," I say because I know it annoys her, "I am not as young as you think. I am 30 I'll have you know. I have also spent 12 years in Uncle Sam's Canoe Club, and have been to some very exotic places and seen many beautiful women. I can assure you that in my opinion you are one of the most beautiful creatures ever to walk this planet. And your age be damned. Beauty has nothing to do with physical assets or years of age. It is a state of being. You will be as beautiful when you are at 86 as you are at 46. You have been blessed with physical beauty as well as being a beautiful person. I don't know who has been telling you that you are not beautiful, but they need glasses."

All during my monologue her chin has been dropping lower and lower. She has not removed her glasses, but I am sure that her eyes are as big as saucers. I have left her quite speechless. I have a big grin on my face when I finish.

"I'm truly sorry John, and thank you for all of those kind words. To hear them from someone even only 16 years younger than I is a great boost to a gal's ego." With that she places her hand on my thigh and squeezes gently, so much for keeping my hormones in check.

She is quiet for a moment, and just looks at me through her sunglasses. I can't tell her emotions through the dark polarized lenses. I can't stand it any more and ask, "Would you please take the shades off so that I can see your beautiful eyes?"

She stiffened and replied, "I'm afraid of what you'll do after you see them."

I thought she meant I might jump her bones right here in the diner. I am starting to try to assure her when I see her hand move slowly up to her glasses. She slowly removes the glasses from her face. She looks strait at me. Her beautiful brown eyes look out at me through ugly purple bruises on her cheeks and brow. My erection wilts and I am immediately filled with a rage so intense I can hardly breathe. Someone has beaten this beautiful woman badly. It is apparent that the bruises are well on their way to healing. I have taken care of teammates after not a few bar fights. I am well aware of how she looked after the beating she has as taken. I begin to reach to soothe her wounds, but draw back knowing that they are still tender. 

"Did he do this to you?" referring to her husband

She nodded her head slowly and replied, "I stayed at Shelly's place for 2 days. When I went home Jed was waiting for me. We had a big argument, and he began to slap me around. He then began to hit me with his fists. He hit my face and my body. I was trying to defend my self and got off a good kick to his balls. When he fell to his knees I ran for the door. By the time I got back to Shelly's my eyes were almost swollen shut. 

She of course wanted to know what happened. After telling her she put me back in the car and took me to the emergency room. The doctor determined nothing was broken after examinations and x-rays. He asked me if I wanted to press charges, and I said yes. When the police got there they took my statement and pictures of my bruises. They found and arrested Jed before we left the hospital. He was in jail for a week before his family could post bond. I have been living with Shelly ever since. I also called the law firm where I work and asked them to file for divorce. I refuse to be his punching bag. The bruises on my body are almost gone, but they're still tender. 




Down & Up In Carolina



Today was the first day I could put the sunglasses on and the bruises not show. I decided I needed to get out. I borrowed Shelly's dress and came out today. I'm so glad I ran into you."

"Is he the one who convinced you that you are unattractive?" I asked. She nodded her agreement. 

My rage is replaced by an intense sadness. How someone could do this to a person so beautiful is beyond my comprehension. I get off of my stool and embrace her from the side trying to comfort her. Her arms come up around my shoulders and she clings to me for comfort and solace. I pull back and look deep into her eyes and say, "I am so terribly sorry that you have had this pain." I put my hand under her chin and lift her face to mine. I lean forward and gently put my lips to hers. I intend it to be a gentle kiss of consolation. She changes my mind by putting both hands behind my head and pulling my mouth closer to hers, and opening her mouth to mine. The kiss becomes one of great passion as our tongues caress one another. It probably only lasts a minute or two, but seems much longer. When our mouths separate we are both breathing heavily, and look at each other with tenderness. Our efforts have caused resurgence of my erection, and it was now resting gently against the outside of her delectable thigh. 

She takes my hand and leads it down to her thighs. Once there she places it against the warm skin of her inner thigh, and does not remove her hand until she is sure mine will stay there itself. The sensation of warm skin beneath my hand is unbelievable. I begin to move my hand slowly and gently working upward. When my fingers reach the top of her thigh her eyes close. She spreads her thighs and allows my hand access to the front of her panties. My hand descends and begins to gently caress her vulva. A gentle moan escapes her lips and her hips begin to rub against my hand. 

"Ahem" I hear behind me. I turn to see the waitress looking at us. She says, "Far be it for me to dampen your enthusiasm, but could you move this scene elsewhere? I don't get off for several hours yet and you're gettin' me all hot and bothered. I would've stopped you sooner but no one was here, so I let you have your fun. Now I'm hot as a pistol with no relief in sight for the foreseeable future."

She was being civil about things so Doreen and I agree to leave her in peace. I pay the bill and we leave. I tell her I need to see if my truck is ready, and we cross the street arm and arm. I ask, "Aren't you a little worried about being seen arm in arm with me. In this town everyone will now about it inside of 10 minutes."

She squeezes my arm tighter to her breast and says, "Nope. I don't care any more. I am with the man I want, and I don't care if the whole world knows it." A statement like that does wonders for a man's ego.

The truck is ready. Now we have to decide whether her place or mine and her car or my truck. The place is a no brainer since she is staying with Shelly, my place definitely. It is decided to take both of our vehicles. She hops up in the cab so I can take her to her car 2 blocks away. After a short ride to her car she gives me a long lingering kiss then jumps out and runs around the front to her car which is on the driver's side of the truck. I give her my address and she says she can be there in 10 minutes. Her dress rides up her legs as she gets in the car. She catches me watching the action and pulls the dress all the way to her waist giving me a view of the front of her panties. I can see that they are very damp. She says, "Enjoying the view cowboy?"

"Very much. I can't wait to see the rest of the show." I say as I drop into gear and pull away.

I arrive ahead of her and go into the living room. The house belongs to Tommy who said I could use it as long as I want. I'm on the sofa sipping a beer when I hear a car pull up. I hear high heels on the sidewalk followed by a knock on the door.

"It's open." I yell.

The door opens and Doreen steps into the entrance. She closes the door and sets the dead bolt and chain. Her purse drops to the floor as she slowly crosses to the sofa. There is a look of pure lust on her face as she stops a few steps in front of me. Her eyes hold mine as her hands slowly rise to the buttons at the front of her dress. Each one comes loose with almost painful slowness, and a little more of Doreen is displayed as each button comes open. When the dress is hanging loose she raises her hands to her breasts and slowly caresses them under her dress through her bra. Her eyes are still on mine and she slowly slides her tongue along her lower lip. 

Her arms move behind her as she shrugs her shoulders. The dress falls to the floor at her feet. She stands before me in bra and panties. Both are of a translucent material. I can see her dark nipples and pubic patch through the thin covering. The front panel of the panties is completely soaked now, and her nipples are standing erect pushing out against the bra. Her right hand is rolling her nipple between thumb and forefinger, as her left-hand drops slowly across her abdomen to the elastic of the panties. She insinuates her fingers under the elastic, and I can clearly see them descend to her vagina. Her pubic hair is neatly trimmed to a patch above her outer lips, and her mons is shaved clean. The fingers are together and rubbing as one on the outside of her mons. One finger dips inside and makes contact with her clitoris as it moves up and out. Her eyes close as a small groan escapes her throat.

On the sofa my breath is becoming more ragged. My hands are dead at my sides during all of this visual stimulation. I long to replace her hands with mine, and begin to reach for her. She slowly shakes here head and wiggles the finger at her breast from side to side indicating I should stay right where I am. This lady is putting on a show for my benefit, and wants to be sure I get the full treatment.

Both hands are back on her breasts kneading, stroking and tweaking. They come together between the cups and begin to work the catch. Each hand takes a cup and slowly lifts it away from her breasts. Her arms go behind her again and a shrug of her shoulders leaves the bra on the floor with her dress. Her breasts are succulent without one bit of sag. They are indeed just more than a handful with enough left over to fill my mouth. The areolas are broad and her nipples stand up proud and defiant. There is no tan line anywhere to be seen and the consistent color is very erotic. 

Each hand strokes a breast for a while, and then begins descending across the plain of her abdomen again. This time as they go beneath the elastic they begin to push the garment down. The elastic begins rolling down the smooth flesh of her thighs, and stops when the crotch panel is about 2 inches below. She stops here to allow one hand to again massage her mons, and a finger slips inside to again antagonize her clit as it leaves. The hands then continue to push her panties down her legs and off. She stands erect with her hands at her sides and feet slightly spread. I slowly gaze from her face to her feet and back again devouring each millimeter of her trying to make love to her with my eyes since that is the only thing she will allow at this point. When we make eye contact again it is like an unspoken signal, and she turns her back to me resting her hands on her hips with her feet spread apart. She looks over her shoulder for my reaction. 

The skin of her back is smooth and silky, and shows the soft definition of her back muscles. Her buns are firm, round, and very squeezable. It is all I can do to keep my hands from mauling them. The backs of her legs look as good as the fronts. Soft supple light brown skin covering well-toned muscle, all in all a most ravishing view.

I can't take any more. I have reached my limit of endurance. Before she can turn back towards me I am off the couch to press myself to her back, and my hands go around her waist and cup her beautiful breasts. My hands caress her breasts for several minutes as I kiss and nibble at the base of her neck and her earlobes. One hand begins to descend across the plain of her abdomen through the small patch of pubic hair to cup her womanhood. The erection in my pants has come to rest nestled between her lovely buttocks and the pressure of my hand at her sex causes her hips to undulate against my groin sending delightful sensations through both of us. Her pants and moans of passion tell me it's time to carry the scene to its end. I scoop her up in my arms and her arms go about my head and pull my mouth to hers for a soul-wrenching kiss. By the time we come up for air we are on our way to the bedroom. Once there I place her lovingly on my bed. Making sure that she is comfortable I step back to remove my own clothes. I take my time just as Doreen did even stroking myself once or twice during the process. She has fastened her eyes on me while a hand caresses her breasts and the other plays within the folds of her vulva. 

My hands on my hips as I finish I once again take my time covering every inch of her with my eyes. The erection between my legs is at full strength and bobbing with each beat of my heart. When my inspection is complete I say again, "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

She spreads her arms and legs wide and says, "Come and show me."

I crawl between her spread thighs and lower myself into her embrace. She enfolds me in her warmth and our mouths meet. The kiss is long and full of searching probing and dueling tongues. Hands roam freely over each other. Our lips part and I begin to kiss every inch of her beautiful face and start down to her neck. Nips nibbles and sucks are the order of the day. Slow progress is made to the slopes of her breasts. After kissing slowly around the flesh of both my mouth rises to the crest of one and then the other. Her breathing becomes erratic and moans and cries of passion escape her lips as I make love to her nipples. Kissing, biting, sucking and caressing the sensitive nubs. Her hips rub her nether lips against my thigh as I continue my assault. The cries from her lips reach a crescendo and she screams through her orgasm. Regaining some composure she breathes, "I have never ever come from someone loving my breasts before." 

Content with my first success, I continue my journey with kisses, nibbles and sucks all over her abdomen paying particular attention to her navel. One of her hands has replaced my hands and lips at her breasts as the other one caresses the back of my head. My lips reach the beginning of her pubic patch, and I push myself up to observe the object of my next assault. Her eyes lock with mine as I lower my mouth to the inside of her thigh. I move up her thigh and across through her pubic patch to the other thigh and down again. The flat of my tongue licks the tender flesh where her thigh meets her groin and her breath catches. I look up to see her head thrown back and both hands kneading her breast flesh. Encouraged by her reaction I begin to kiss her outer lips from top to bottom. I feel her tense and look up at her face. She asks, "What are you doing?"

"I am going to make love to you with my mouth."

"You mean you want to?" There's a tone of incredulity in her voice. "No one's ever done that before."

"That's their loss. It will be my greatest pleasure to introduce you to this form of love." I say as I return to my labor.

This time I lick her outer lips from bottom to top in one movement. I continue this and place my thumbs on either side of her labia. Applying gentle pressure the labia slowly spread as my tongue delves deeper and deeper with each pass. She begins breathing through her mouth trying to get as much air as possible as her excitement approaches the boiling point. My tongue curls and I plunge it as deep as possible in the pink coral depths of her. Her tissues are drowned in her juices, which are warm and succulent. She screams passionately with the penetration and throws her head back again. I drink hungrily of her juices and lap up as much as I can. Slowly withdrawing I aim my tongue at the nubbin of tissue at the apex of her inner lips. When it makes contact her hips involuntarily come up to meet the sensation, and I flick her clitoris gently with my tongue. She shouts, "Oh God what are you doing to me." But I ignore her and continue. 

My lips suck her clitoris inside and I begin butterfly flicks with my tongue. She is beginning to lose control. Her hands leave her breasts and clamp the back of my head. I replace her hands with mine and pinch her tender nipples in rhythm with my tongue against her clit. I am suffocating because her thighs are clamped beside my head and her hands are holding me tight against her while her hips attack from below me. "Ahhhhh... Ahhhhh... Ungh.... Ungh.." is screamed from above me as the tidal wave of her orgasm washes over her. Her thighs release my head and I bring one of my hands down and insert my middle finger inside her. Stroking the front wall of her vagina I find the G spot and begin to stroke it while continuing with her clit. The tidal wave returns and she is once again screaming her delight to the ceiling. This time when her thighs clamp my head my wrist is caught too. I'm almost afraid it will break under the pressure. 

As the crest passes I slow my attack and allow her to come down some. Her legs are spread wide in surrender and her chest is heaving. Eyes are closed; mouth is open, head to the side as she trembles in her excitement. I slowly kiss my way up her trembling body stopping along the way to pay homage to her breasts once again. I place myself over her with my weight on my arms and gently kiss her neck, face, eyes, and lips. I whisper in her ear, "Are you ready for more." A weak moan is the only response. I reach down to my now aching member and aline it with her opening. Swabbing the head with her juices I insert it into her entrance. As I begin a slow and gentle penetration of her love canal I see her eyes are open. There is love and passion in them, and her mouth opens in an O as she feels my slow penetration into her depths.

Once I reach bottom the rhythm begins. Slowly in and out with long slow strokes, trying to feel each inch of her with each inch of me. The sensation is quite incredible. She is warm, wet, smooth, soft and tight all at the same time. Her body begins to respond to my stimulation as her legs and arms begin to enfold me and her hips begin to respond to each stroke. I gradually begin to increase the speed of my strokes and she meets each with her own. Her head is thrown back again as each wave of passion gets larger with each passing minute of our union. She voices her feelings by saying, "Oh lover, what are you doing to me? I have never felt this way."

I have almost reached the point of no return. My hips are like a jackhammer against hers. Our lovemaking is making squishing noises with each stroke. Her hips are matching mine in their power and intensity. "Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhh lover don't stop don't you ever stop. I'm therrrrr Ahhhhhhhh Yesssssss."

Her internal muscles are clamping and releasing me with each of her spasms. The stimulation is too much and I begin to lose control of my senses. I feel my seed racing towards release as my own climax begins low in my spine and races forward with amazing speed and power. I scream my self as the first geyser of sperm leaves me and splashes against her inner walls. Load after load erupts from me and still I continue to pound myself into her. I am amazed that my erection is still with us, and I can sense she is building one more wave of pleasure. The battle to keep myself up until she finishes is a major one. But finally her release is upon her. "Oh God baby one more time. Please, please one more time." Her hips lift mine from the bed and almost launch me off of her with the violence of her release. The only parts of her touching the bed are her feet and the back of her head. Her whole body is off the bed as tight as a tightly strung bow, and my entire weight is supported there.

We fall back to he bed totally exhausted and spent. Lungs working like bellows and muscles trembling form exertion. She pants in my ear, "Please don't pull out yet. Stay with me like this for a while." I do as she asks. It takes a while to muster the strength to move off of her. Finally my shrunken member plops from within her and I lift my weight on my arms. I slide to her side and pull her into my embrace, our bodies touching from head to foot. Gently I stroke her hair, her back, and her face. I add little kisses and continue this as she calms and comes down from her sensual high.

When she finally has the breath to speak she says, "Oh John that was fantastic. I have never felt anything so intense or beautiful in my whole life. Where did you learn that."

Not sure if I should reveal my source, but wanting to please this woman I say, "I had a lovely older woman as a lover when I was a boy. We spent hours together as she taught me how to truly please a woman. You are the only partner I have ever shared that much with, and the only one I have felt compelled to love with such intensity."

Still out of breath she replies, "Thank you John. Is she still alive, I would like to thank her personally for her efforts? You are a very considerate lover, and I love you for that and her as well."

"No, " I answer, "she passed away a few years ago. She was very special to me and I will never forget what she has done for me."

"Neither will I John."

I change my position so I can look at her eyes, and gently move her face to look at her again. "Beautiful lady," I begin, " I hope you realize that I have fallen deeply and madly in love with you."

"I'm afraid I do. I also know that as much as I like hearing that I also know that I cannot say the same words to you right now as much as I want to. I want to very badly by the way, more than anything in this world. Until certain things are settled I can't in good conscience say them to you." Tears have formed in her eyes. "I can't ask you to wait until I can say them John. I.."

I place my finger gently over her lips and say, "Shhh. My darling I will wait until Hell freezes over for you to be able to say those words back to me. Fate and circumstances have brought me the most beautiful woman in the world, and I love her. Nothing is going to take me away now." 

She squeezes me tightly and snuggles next to me. We both slip into a peaceful sleep of exhaustion knowing beyond a doubt that love is ours despite the challenges ahead.

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